Mo Ye didn't care anymore, and returned to the pavilion to start cultivating. Ten years have passed, and no one has answered him.

On this day, Mo Xie opened his eyes, looked at the empty building for a while, locked his brows and thought for a while, slowly stood up, and walked towards the domain door.

Whew! A stream of blood rushed into his nose, and he hurriedly covered his mouth, almost not throwing up. A hint of ominousness hit his heart, and his thoughts condensed into the airspace.

Mo Xie almost exclaimed. The blood-filled eyes froze the sky, and it seemed that the entire sky was bleeding. Looking at the empty buildings, there was no figure of half a spirit person, he shivered, and hurriedly rushed towards the City Lord's Hall.

"Hey, what the hell?" A roar of rage rang out.

Mo Xie followed the voice and saw that an unknown Venerable Ancestor was standing in the air. "Senior brother, my cultivation has just come out."

Tokens.

Mo Xie hurriedly presented the waist card. Venerable Ancestor looked at it, and his face calmed down. "I'm just short of manpower, follow me"!

Mo Xie had no choice but to follow Zun Zu, puzzled in his heart, what was going on, looking at Zun Zu's gloomy side face, he didn't dare to ask more.

The ancestor was like a fly, and after a short time, he came to the outside of the city lord's hall.

Dozens of ancestors stood on the foundation of the temple, their faces solemn and eager, their battle armor shattered, and their blood filled the empty hall. Seeing Mo Ye and the others coming, everyone bowed slightly. "Senior Brother Zixuan".

Zixuan gently patted the shoulder of the junior brother nearby, nodded slightly, and said briefly. "Good work".

The corners of the junior brother's mouth twitched, and he bit his lip and nodded, which was a response.

Mo Xie looked at the miserable situation of the ancestors, and sighed in his heart. Could it be related to the closure of the airspace, he had already discovered that the telekinesis could no longer see outside the city, and the city sky was sealed by the invisible forbidden force.

Zixuan went straight into the main hall, and without orders, Mo Xie had no choice but to follow in.

Hundreds of ancestors gathered in the main hall, all of them condensed in blood and qi, and their battle armor was broken.

"Zhanzun Zixuan has seen the deputy palace master and the great elder." Zixuan lifted the armor and knelt down to the airspace. Mo Xie didn't dare to raise his head, he sensed that the person on the throne was not an ethereal Spirit Venerable.

"Well, get up, you're here just in time, we're discussing the war, you listen first." The majestic voice rushed like a sword wave, shaking Mo Xie's ears.

The voice, though rushing, was familiar. Mo Xie didn't dare to let go of his mental power, he was afraid of being blamed by the Zun Ancestor.

Zixuan got up and walked to the side, only to find that Mo Ye also followed the main hall, his face changed slightly, he glanced at it, and said in a low voice: "Go out."

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, knowing that he was reckless and should not follow up, he turned around to withdraw from the palace.

A majestic voice sounded in the air. "Mo Xie, you stay"!

Mo Ye was startled and took the opportunity to sweep his eyes. There are two ancestors sitting on the top, the realm is vague, and it should be above the third order of the Gathering Spirit. A middle-aged ancestor, dressed in golden armor, holding a spirit sword, with a face like a middle moon, and his eyebrows are heroic. Look at the face, this man does not recognize. Another old ancestor, with a thin figure, holding a spiritual weapon, and silver hair draped behind him like snow, was taken aback, and his eyes were right. "How is he?"

Mo Xie didn't dare to look more, and hurriedly lowered his head and walked behind Zixuan.

"Everyone, the alien race is attacking the city fiercely, but there is still a plan to delay the army?" Bi asked in a deep voice.

The ancestors were silent, ten years ago, the war broke out suddenly, and the bloody battle has been fought so far, all the methods that can be used have been used, and what other strategies can be used.

Seeing that the disciples bowed their heads and were silent, Bi Xinzi looked sideways at the Sword Soul Son. "The Great Elder has ideas."

Sword Soul Zi pouted slightly. "With the deputy palace master here, do you still need me?

I will make a few sounds. "I've used up all the ghost ideas in my head, it's not hard for you, this is not a little helper."

The Venerable Ancestors were stunned, not knowing what the deputy palace master was talking about. Is it him?

The sword soul son must be hearty when he looks at it, what tricks does this kid play, now that the honorable level has made a move, the battle is on this, and the sect-level disciples will not be useful.

"This is the little killer we left behind before the Ethereal City Lord left." Bi Xinzi laughed.

The Venerable Ancestors looked at Mo Xie and were full of doubts in their hearts. What can this little guy come in for.

Mo Ye was stunned by everyone, and every gaze was like a knife cutting at his face, as if looking for an answer.

"Mo Xie, this battle is up to you."

Mo Ye hurriedly walked out of the train and fell into the air. "Ancestor, my spirit soldier is in the hands of Xiao Yue."

I will be happy. "This matter is not difficult for you, Zixuan will take him there."

The Ancestors looked at Mo Ye, where did this little guy come from, he had never seen it. What can a small realm do? The deputy palace master is a person who knows everyone too well, he is very steady and low-key, and he rarely shows up for so many years. This time, he suddenly returned to the palace and presided over the defense against the alien war, which surprised everyone, and even the ethereal city lord was transferred, and even when he left, he didn't bring a single disciple.

Mo Ye was strange in his heart, could he have recognized him in his heart, it was impossible. Chengying and Dull Jun don't recognize him, and they may not have this kind of ability. Who could it be? With a turn of mind, he remembered Ling Zhenzi. It must be her.

"Let's go, let's try our hands." Zi Xuan was surprised, he was a disciple of the ethereal city lord, when the master left, he had been instructed to take good care of Mo Ye, so he often went to the pavilion to watch, and when he came back from completing the task today, he happened to pass by, and it happened that he met Mo Ye out of the customs.

Mo Xie was embarrassed to look at his eyes, and followed Zixuan out of the hall impatiently.

The sword soul looked at Bi Xinzi. "Lao Bi, what are you playing, can you leave this battle to this kid?"

Bi Xinzi smiled. "Okay, let's go, go watch the battle".

Seeing that the sword soul was playing mysterious, he had no bottom in his heart, and followed him to the crystal ball in the center of the main hall.

Bixinzi gently pulled the light and shadow closer, and the situation outside the city was clear at a glance.

I saw that the black pressure of 10,000 banners covered the airspace for hundreds of miles, and the alien army that could not see the edge at a glance surrounded the entire Yincheng. Hundreds of drums lined up in front of the battle, the long horns screamed, and the drums shook the sky.

Henggong Zunzu stood in front of the formation with the "Flying Spiral Bone Claw", pointing at the city gate and scolding. "Sword Spirit Palace child, if you have the ability to come out to fight, be a turtle with a shrunken head, and pretend to be a savior."

Zixuan appeared outside the city with Mo Ye, and the fog-shrouded city became clear, and hundreds of red-painted drums, war gongs, and horns were exposed to the city. Suddenly the drums of war were like thunder, and the trumpets were contending.

Henggong Zunzu looked at it and was happy. When did this kid come, but to his surprise, Zixuan turned out to be a disciple of the Sword Spirit Palace. Over the years, the war has indeed chilled the hearts of the alien races and the spiritual land, and most of the people who came out to challenge the ancestors of the alien races were well-known figures from various spiritual lands. These people were submissive to the alien race at the time, and when they were in the war, they knew that it was originally from the Sword Spirit Palace.

In a fit of rage, the Lord of the Dove Demon Alliance cleared out all the Lingdi Lingzun who participated in the battle, leaving the alien army alone to attack Yincheng.

"Zixuan, you have also become a lackey of the Sword Spirit Palace, come here, let the horse fight." Henggong Zunzu pointed at Zixuan's nose and scolded.

"Heng Gong Jian, today is not a war of the ancestors, your opponent is here." Zixuan pointed at Mo Xie and smiled.

Heng Gongjian's face turned red, his nostrils spewed fire, and his hair stood on end. Pointing at Zi Xuan and scolding: "The ancestors of the Sword Spirit Palace are all dead, send a waste."

Whether it is a waste or not, Zixuan doesn't know, he didn't have time to fight with this guy who was full of shit, his figure flashed, and he retreated under the city wall.

Suddenly, the drums of war on both sides stopped, and the entire battlefield fell silent. No one knew what was going on, and craned their necks to look at the two cultivators in the array. How is this possible, ancestors to ancestors? Isn't this death?

The silence in front of the battle is terrifying, Henggong Jian is going to be angry, isn't this burying people?

"You, get back to me".

Mo Xie saw that the opponent was a fourth-order venerable ancestor, and he didn't have a bottom in his heart, with his combat power, the cross-border challenge was also said in the past, he shouldn't be defeated when dealing with a first-order venerable ancestor, and he didn't have a bottom in his heart when dealing with a venerable group of this level. However, now the arrow has to be launched.

The white light flashed in his hand, and the "Nether Divine Mirror" swirled in the airspace. "Kill"! With a snap, Mo Xie shot first.

Heng Gongjian saw the gilt light flashing, and his eyes were slightly blind. I was horrified, it looked down on the sect-level spirits, it did not mean that it despised the combat power of the spirits, there were many people who crossed the level to challenge, and the spirits dared to come out to fight, and there must be some means.

The "Flying Spiral Bone Claw" grabbed in the air and grabbed the light head-on. Shoot fast, want to break the magic of killing spirits.

Mo Xie is like a mirror in his heart, fighting with the ancestor and playing hard, that is a fool. The reason why he made the first move was to force Heng Gongjian to make a move.

The "Flying Spiral Bone Claw" was caught, Mo Xie changed his move halfway, and the "Netherworld Divine Mirror" spun and struck out a bolt of lightning. The white light flew towards Henggong Jian.

One skill hit the air, Henggong Jian was shocked. This little spirit man's mental power is not ordinary! he can shrink freely within a thousand zhang, and ordinary ancestors can't do this. The battle shield was raised, and it swung through the air. Boom! white light struck the shield with lightning speed. Teeth slammed, and his arm shook.

Seeing that the spell was approaching, Mo Xie didn't dare to condense the shield to resist, his figure flashed, and he escaped from the gap in the spell.

Zixuan blocked his eyes and trembled with fright at Mo Yetuo. When he saw Mo Ye's figure clearly, his heart jumped wildly a few times, and he secretly shouted: "Good mental power."

Heng Gong Jian's face was gloomy, just now, the spirit priest exchanged two techniques in a row, and he was able to escape from his attack. This is simply amazing, it is obvious that the spirit is far above it, so he dares to confront him.

"Good boy, I'll play with you."

The spell change was only in an instant, and Mo Ye's front foot escaped from the spell siege, and his bone claws were divided, and he locked it to his throat closely.

Mo Xie did not dare to condense the shield, with the combat power of Heng Gong Jian, as long as he connected the spell, Mo Xie would be defeated. When the spell passed through, the Mo Evil Condensation Technique attacked Henggong Jian, and it was another white light, and it was close in an instant.

Heng Gongjian ate a skill, and he had a bottom in his heart. The combat power of the spirit warrior is indeed extraordinary, but it is far from it, and it is impossible to hurt him, even if he does not hide, he does not let it. The battle shield stood in front of him, and the spell attacked the spirit.