"What should City Lord Wen do, we have to give an explanation to the City Lord of Holy Soul City, Bian Han will ascend soon, and without the 'Blood Soul Bead', he will not spare me lightly." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhuang Hao face is difficult to color.

"I hope I can catch the Sage of Evil as soon as possible and claim back the 'Blood Soul Bead'." Wen Xuan sighed, and could only comfort a few holy friends in this way.

"What if Bian Han comes to ask for it". Zhuang Hao continued.

"What to do, who knows what to do. Let him rob it himself". Wen Xuan roared angrily.

This "Blood Soul Bead" is amazing. In the eyes of the Outer Sage, I don't know what its use is, but for the Great Sage who wants to ascend to the Spirit, this thing is the key to unlock the spiritual realm.

Before the great sage of the holy realm ascended to the spirit, he would go to Qingcheng to take a "blood soul bead", and when the spirit was ascended, he would bring it into the spiritual realm. As for what it was for, the Great Sages of the Incarnation Realm kept their mouths shut.

The "Blood Soul Bead" can not easily gather beads. Since the records of Qingcheng, a total of 3,411 "blood soul beads" have been gathered. Each one has been absorbed for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, depending on the purity of the essence blood of the Qingcheng Sage who slays the beast.

This "Blood Soul Bead" has been set since Bian Han became the city lord of Holy Soul City. Now, more than 3,000 years have passed, and the "Blood Soul Bead" has not yet turned into a blood crystal.

The sky had just dawned, and in the deep and pale sky, there were a few stars scattered and shining. The green grass moved slightly, and the tips of the leaves trembled with thin dewdrops, listening to the early morning wind with bated breath.

The clouds and mist passing through the peaks and valleys, above the peaks of thousands of zhang, a dazzling meteor, instantly swept over the gentle slopes, deep canyons, and verdant pine forests...... , will be faint mist, knocking out a long black line.

The ethereal mist moved violently, the strong wind shook the trees, and countless dewdrops with morning light fell from the treetops, stringing them like threads on the trembling blades of grass, and suddenly 10,000 meteors exploded, and an unknown torrential rain fell in the black ink mountain forest.

The dreamy mountain forest is like a dream, reflecting the bronze-colored twilight in the fierce wind and rain, and a black shadow appears like a ghost in the forest where the dew and rain gradually subside, the black hair fluttering in the wind, and the wet dew that is drenched in the dew and rain.

The dark shadow in the forest took a breath of cool morning air, and a smile of relief appeared on his face. This is the breath of the sanctuary, cold, soft, and rustic. The black shadow stretched out his hand to take the falling dew and brought it to his eyes, and beams of morning light shone on the droplets, shining with a bright and charming light, reflecting the dark face.

Mo Ye looked at the dew drops of water. Looking at the crystal clear dew, a smile slowly appeared. Whew, blowing glittering dewdrops, and a fine mist and rain flew down.

Poof! The sound of the fierce wind rose, and the extremely sharp wind pierced through the fog and rain, shooting towards Mo Ye's eyebrows.

Mo Ye, who was immersed in a wonderful state of mind, suddenly woke up from a trance of divine consciousness, his face froze, and the extremely strong wind needle was fixed a few inches in front of his eyebrows.

Mo Ye stretched out his hand and twisted the wind needle, looking at the half-bright and half-dusk valley. I saw that in the mountain stream at my feet, the fog rings of flowers were flying, and the fragrant wind was overflowing.

Another wind needle pierced through the fog domain and shot towards Mo Ye's eyes. The wind needle flew a few inches closer and was fixed in the air.

Mo Xie raised his hand and twisted the wind needle again, and took a closer look. "Such a domineering holy weapon, it can actually pierce through the Divine Sense Wind Shield."

"Don't go, don't go, leave behind the Lord's holy weapon." When Mo Xie was puzzled, the soft and sweet voice of the saint came from the mountain stream wind circle.

Mo Ye's face moved slightly, and he was a little more elegant, and gradually the aura of the entire holy body changed. The black armor was drowned out by a flash of green light, which shone like a layer of jasper light.

"Don't move, be careful if you move again, I'm in a hurry." In the billowing mist of the wind circle, some slight gasps sounded again. The sound of the sound spell resounded like thunder in the valley.

Mo Ye, who was standing in front of the cliff, twisted the wind needle, held a hand behind his back, and looked at the Thunder Valley with a smile. "Holy friends are not in a hurry, do you want me to help?"

"Get out, I don't need you in my own business." The surging valley replied eagerly, and then there was no sound.

Mo Xie turned around and dusted off the slightly wet rocks, sat down gently, and raised his hand to inject the wind needle into the valley.

In the slowly gaining sunshine, the white mist dots churned and drifted away one after another, and the rustling sound came from the valley, and a smell of medicine wafted in with a slightly drunken breath.

Mo Xie's brows moved slightly, and a little surprise appeared on his face. "It turned out to be a 2,670-year-old dragon chrysanthemum, no wonder it has such combat power."

"Oops! In the fading mist, there was a coquettish sound. A slight bloody breath drifted into Mo Ye's snort.

"Cultivating the first order, the Holy Spirit Root, five hundred and thirty miles of auditory consciousness, six hundred and forty-five miles of perceptual sense, and fifty miles of taste sense. Hehehe, no wonder the little saint is so arrogant, the gods are far beyond ordinary saints." Mo Xie tasted the extremely light blood qi in the mist, and he actually made the holy woman's cultivation almost the same.

"Hey, why haven't you left yet?" When Mo Xie tasted the blood, the mist in the valley surged. A saintess who stepped on the shadow of a flower escaped out of the airspace, and when she saw Mo Ye sitting on the edge of the cliff, she couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw the saint, with a pretty appearance and a light complexion, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and there was a faint breath of books between her eyebrows. Her jet-black hair cascaded vertically over her snow-white shoulders, her face was slightly red, and she was panting like an orchid.

The white gauze is fluttering, covered with dotted armor, a big red flower blooms on the left shoulder, and a large piece of snow muscle reflects the morning light, as if it has been washed by morning milk. The jade hand crossed his waist, holding a shining holy weapon, staring at Mo Ye charmingly.

Mo Ye looked at the saint's exposed battle uniform, and almost had a nosebleed. "Dizzy, even this lord, I am not afraid of being robbed by the holy priests in the mountains."

"Look at what, be careful that I gouge out your eyes". The saint raised her eyebrows, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her thin lips shouted fiercely.

Mo Ye was stunned. "The little saint is very mouthful"!

"Where is that saint?" Without waiting for Mo Xie to answer, the pretended saint asked coquettishly.

"That's the only one here." Mo Ye Mo replied.

"Just you, how is it possible, didn't my Holy Ancestor ask you to bring several Great Sages to pick me up?"

"Nothing"?

"No, you're the only one, can you protect me? I'll wait here, and you can find a helper." The saint in the costume fled to the valley in a huff.

"Well, I want to ask, there is a holy city nearby." Mo Xie smiled, this savage little saint girl seemed to have recognized the wrong person. In fact, Mo Xie waited for a long time just to ask for directions.

"You ask me, who do I ask, go find it yourself, don't forget to bring some green devouring crystals, mine is going to run out." The shadow of the flower under the feet of the saint in violent costume opened and closed, and escaped into the misty valley.

Mo Xie stood stunned for a while, neither walking, nor leaving. I had no idea for a while, so I had to stand silently.

"The shadow of the flower at the feet of this saint seems to have been seen somewhere." Mo Xie frowned, patting his head and thinking.

"Yes, where have I seen it?" Mo Xie muttered again, the flower shadow was in front of him, but he couldn't think of anyone who could do this.

Mo Xie shook his head, turned around and fled towards the distant mountains.

After a breath, Mo Xie stopped on the top of the mountain again, staring into the distance, but saw the peaks and peaks undulating, overlapping and surrounding, the valley winding and deep, the endless verdant forest, densely holding the fog shadow giant umbrella.

"Damn, where should I go". The Mo Evil God recognized thousands of miles of mountains, overlapping mountain peaks, and could not see the edge at a glance.

Mo Xie turned to look at the valley in the distance, shook his head impatiently, and had no choice but to retreat back to the cliff valley and mountain stream.

"Young master, go back, it's not early." Mo Ye stood on the edge of the cliff and shouted with his neck stretched.

"You are blind! The holy day has just risen, and the green devouring crystals are where?" A soft voice came from the foggy valley, and he scolded tepidly.

Mo Xie took out ten green devouring crystals from the holy bag and threw them into the valley.

"Whose disciple are you, you saint, so rude." The resentment in the valley was heard again, and he seemed to be very disgusted with Mo Ye.

Mo Xie's face twitched, and he scolded in his heart: "If Lao Tzu hadn't seen that you were a saint, he would have arrested you and tortured you earlier, and he would have waited for you to reprimand."

There was silence in the mountains, and an icy cold air rose in the valley, blowing the gradually roasting heat away into the distant mountains.

Mo Xie waited for a while, so he had to sit under the ancient tree on the edge of the cliff, leaning on the thick roots, coiling Erlang's feet, and looking at the sky with half-squinted eyes. Speckled and fragmented shadows of the sun leaked down, shining on Mo Ye's face.

"Can't you go into the valley and help me find some better elixirs?"

Mo Ye lay on the root of the tree, pouting. "Young master, my duty is to protect you, not to collect medicine."

"No wonder such a high realm has not been mixed up with a famous, dead wood head." The saint cursed, and there was no sound in the valley again.

Mo Xie snorted lightly, took out the crystal tripod, put the amethyst pot, and brewed tea.

From time to time, there were exclamations in the valley, and sometimes there were several roars of spells. Occasionally, there was a shout: "Can't you come and help?"

"Young master, I am only responsible for protecting you". Mo Xiemei sucked the tea and replied without a word.

"Deadwood Head".

The sound of shouting and shouting rang out for a few days, and Mo Ye only dozed off.

When Mo Ye was confused, he was kicked hard on the buttocks. "Okay, the master is tired to death, you hide here to be idle, and say, you guy with no eyes was sent by that peak."

Mo Ye got up, touched his buttocks, wanted to get angry, and lowered his head disdainfully, and picked up the tea set beside him.

"You're dumb!" the disguised saint continued.

"I have no comment, I only protect the young master back to the peak." Mo Xie moved and said stiffly.

The saint in the tyrannical costume was so angry that her phoenix eyes turned upside down, glared at Mo Ye fiercely, pointed at Mo Ye and wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but didn't say it.

"Let's go, go back to the peak, and I'll settle accounts with you when I go back."

"That's right, you're not in a hurry to go back, I'm in a hurry." Mo Ye said angrily.

"Hmph, you old immortals, just think about your own, and you have forged a holy weapon for a lifetime, which is not as good as the master for a hundred years." The saint in violent costume twisted the waist of the water snake and escaped into the mountain.

Mo Ye followed silently behind him, and did not speak. But there are a lot of questions in my heart. "Who is this holy woman, and who will cast holy weapons?