"Hey, needless to say, Saint Cloud City needs a strong person in the Condensation Realm Divine Sense." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The holy group surged, and countless black shadows fled to the periphery. After a few breaths, tens of thousands of Condensation Realm Saints were left in the airspace.

Shengyun City holds a holy service competition every hundred years, and there are three selection methods for the qualifiers: the Mirror of the Gods, the Mirror of the Ghosts, and the Mirror of the Gods. There is only one level at a time, and strong people with different realms of divine consciousness are selected.

The Mirror of the Soul Sense, the selection of those who are strong in the Perception of Pain, only the strong Divine Consciousness of the Condensation Realm can participate; the Mirror of the Shadow Spirit, the selection of those who are strong in the Perception of Voyeurism, the strong Divine Sense of the Condensation Realm, and the Cultivation Realm, and the participation of those who are strong in the Divine Sense.

For nearly a thousand years, Saint Cloud City had actually used the Pluto Mirror, which made the Holy Realm Sages a little puzzled.

Yi Shen shouted expressionlessly. Pre-selection begins.

Hearing this, the Qi Condensing Saints moved, and rushed towards the "Pluto Mirror" like arrows.

The mirror surface lit up, and the glimmer of light on the flat blue mirror flickered, and countless waves shook up in an instant, and the patterns became bigger and bigger, and the more and more frequent. A crystal bead flew up, and then sucked back into the mirror, and a circle of blue light lit up, instantly hitting the eyebrows of the sage who was close to the "Pluto Mirror".

The saint was stunned, froze in the airspace, and as if the holy body was violently pushed, he flew backwards, and flew out dozens of miles in a blink of an eye, standing in the airspace in a daze.

There are also saints, after the blue light flies into the center of the eyebrows, the face becomes distorted, and then the whole cheek is blistered and deformed, and the face is becoming more and more ugly. Set hundreds of feet away from the "Pluto Mirror", I want to enter, I can't enter, I want to retreat, and I am unwilling. After a few struggles, had to step back.

Only a few sporadic saints paused in the blue light and disappeared into the mirror in a flash.

Bai Juan anxiously sensed the four domains, and there were fewer and fewer sages who fled to the "Shadow God Mirror", but he never saw Xia Yu's shadow. Bai Juan sent several crystal letters, but Xia Yu did not reply.

"What's going on". Bai Juan was anxious. I really can't figure out where Xia Yu went? Could it be that there was an accident? It couldn't be! This is Shencheng, which is close to Wanyun Cave, and how heavily guarded it is.

After waiting for a while, there were fewer and fewer saints who broke through the level. Bai Juan had four realms of divine consciousness, so he had to flee to the "Mirror of the Soul God".

The mirror that shook out countless blue lights suddenly became quiet, and the blue beads that jumped up sucked back,

A large vortex is formed. The image of Bai Juan seemed to be sucked in.

Yi Shen, who was casually standing next to the "Pluto God Mirror", his eyelids jumped slightly, and he secretly exclaimed: "Good divine sense."

If Xia Yu didn't pass the customs in the early hours of the morning, Yi Shending shouted at this time.

After a few inhales, the "Pluto Mirror" became calm, and the blue light that was shaken out disappeared. The sage who was about to escape was stunned. "What's going on"?

Yi Shen was also stunned. Immediately came back to his senses. "Dear holy friends, the number of the pre-election has arrived, please come back in a hundred years."

The remaining thousands of Sages were dumbfounded, they wanted to make a move later, but they didn't have a chance. For thousands of years, it has never been heard of that there is a limit to the number of saints in the Holy Suit Contest. Nowadays, there is no way. The envoy of Saint Cloud City has already put away the "Mirror of the Underworld".

"Dizzy, what are you waiting for, don't go to 'Zhencheng' soon." A sage shouted.

Thousands of sages scattered in droves.

Flickering, a cold aura swayed in the domain of consciousness, and Mo Xie condensed into the four domains, staring curiously at the soul hooking eyes.

The fog waterfall hangs down from the sky, gently falls into the bamboo sea that seems to be looming, the fog flow is like a condensation, and it rises up in the valley of green bamboo and strange stones. The mountains were filled with mist, and the blue-gray city walls were like a giant dragon, descending with the mountains and diving into the vast sea of fog.

This is the Holy Cloud City?

Mo Ye stared in astonishment at the bright fog curtain, the splashing fog waterfall gradually disappeared into the bamboo forest, and behind the hazy color was the towering giant city, which was so mysterious that people did not dare to escape into it.

A clear sound of water. Dressed in a cloud suit, the saint was stained with a few fog beads on her clothes, and she lightly fell into the bamboo forest. Seeing that the Mo Evil God knew the distant domain, he gently pursed his lips and smiled, and bowed lightly. "But Elder Mo Evil of the Holy Sword Mountain."

Mo Xie withdrew his divine consciousness and looked at the holy woman a few feet away in front of him. The holy clothes were like flowing clouds and water, revealing a cold air, and the mist gathered, and countless crystals of light sparkled and fell, looking psychedelic and ethereal.

"It is under that the Holy Friend is"?

"In Xia Buck Wan'er, the envoy of Shengyun City. I was ordered by the lord of the city to come to the Phantom Bamboo Forest to greet the Holy Friend."

Buck Wan'er's eyes like blue waves flowed on Mo Ye's body, and the corners of her mouth curved into a crescent arc, filled with an angel's smile.

"Thank you, Holy Friend, for the trouble to lead the way."

Buck Wan'er couldn't help but laugh again, with gentle sparks dancing in her eyes. "The Holy Friends came too early, and the Holy Friends from all walks of life did not arrive. The lord of the city said, please go to the 'Banzhu Garden' and rest for a few days."

Mo Xie almost slapped his head, yes! I always thought about dealing with affairs all the way, and I forgot about the matter of the Suo Guang of the Pluto City? However, Mo Xie had doubts in his heart again. How did Shengyun City know that it was coming?

Buckwheat Wan'er walked in the bamboo shadow with broken steps, stretched the tips of the bamboo leaves and sucked the crystal nectar, and fell on the holy clothes half-moist and half-dropped. The white shoulder shadow is faintly visible.

The fog disappeared, and a few small golden clouds floated in the blue sky, and a ray of sunlight fell like lightning in the bamboo forest. Psychedelic bamboo shadows dangled in front of me.

Mo Xie thought of the bamboo forest and pond at the foot of Jingdang Mountain, and gently touched the bamboo soul of the "Heavenly Cold Thunder Bamboo" in the holy bag.

On the top of the peak on the right, a white cloud shines like a silver sheet, and the sun has not yet fallen. Countless layers of mountains and mountains, in the misty clouds, faded rose, and a trace of sadness arose in Mo Ye's heart.

"What is Mo Shengyou thinking, why did he surprise the bamboo rain."

"Oh! Shengyun City has a 'Heavenly Thunder Pool'"?

Buck Wan'er looked at Mo Xie, she didn't know why Mo Xie asked this, and she felt that this idea was very peculiar, her pretty face was a little red, and she smiled apologetically.

"I've heard of the 'Heavenly Thunder Pool' Dao, but I don't know if there is one in Saint Cloud City."

Mo Xie was amused in his heart, the "Heavenly Thunder Pool" was in the Zhiyu Domain, why did he suddenly have this idea.

"The Holy Friend 'Banzhu Garden' has arrived." When the lost Mo Evil Divine Consciousness Bamboo Rain, Buck Wan'er said softly.

I saw that in the dense bamboo shadow, there was a stone house between the jade pillars that plunged into the clouds. The faint glow shines through the cracks in the bamboo, making the lone stone house particularly quiet. Dozens of cloud-clad saintesses stood in front of the stone house. Seeing Mo Ye and Buck Wan'er approaching, they gently bowed in the airspace.

"I have seen the Holy Ancestor".

Mo Ye glanced at the holy woman with her jade back exposed, her eyes flashed, and her gaze moved elsewhere.

Buck Wan'er's gray eyes showed a warm flame, and two cute smiles appeared on her face. "Get up, this is Elder Mo Xie, serve well."

"It's the Holy Ancestor."

Mo Xie saw that Buck Wan'er was about to escape, and said with a busy smile: "Holy friend, when can this saint enter the city to see."

Buck Wan'er looked back and smiled. "Mo Shengyou, only the saints in the holy cloud clothes can enter the city, and no saints are allowed to enter without the holy clothes."

Mo Ye felt a slight heat on his cheeks, like rubbing a handful of chili noodles, and the heat and pain of the fire. "No wonder I threw myself into this secluded bamboo forest, it turned out that I didn't have the qualifications to enter Saint Cloud City."

When Buck Wan'er saw Mo Xie Muran standing, she almost burst out laughing in her heart. I can't imagine that the dignified Holy Sword Mountain actually sent an elder who did not have holy clothes, and the Holy Cloud City clearly ordered: "Those who do not have holy clothes are not allowed to enter the city."

"Forgive me." Buckwheat Wan'er forced a smile and escaped from the "Spotted Bamboo Garden".

Mo Ye stood in the bamboo forest in a daze, and drops of condensation fog dripped from the tips of his hair.

"Damn, isn't this a cold person?" A bad breath is blocked in my throat, and I can't spit it out, nor can I swallow it.

"Holy Ancestor, please come into the park and rest." A bare-shouldered saintess asked timidly.

Mo Ye glanced at the Holy Maiden, and his face was red. "Dizzy! The holy women of the Peixing Realm are all wearing holy cloud clothes."

Mo Ye walked towards the stone house with a face, and took two steps to look at the holy woman beside him. "How to receive holy garments."

The open-ended saint bowed her head and said, "The Holy Ancestor is coincidental, a few days later, the 'Holy Costume Competition' will be held at the Hades God Altar." I just don't know if the Holy Ancestor can participate."

Although the open-ended saint couldn't see Mo Ye's realm clearly, Buck Wan'er was still familiar with it. Saint Cloud City has strict rank regulations, and those who can be accompanied by the Buckwheat envoy are all Incarnation Realm Saint Ancestors.

Mo Xie's face changed, too, the "Holy Costume Competition" was all participated in by saints below the incarnation realm, and if he went, he would definitely become the laughing stock of the holy realm.

With a long face, Mo Xie entered the stone house with a gloomy face.

The eye area is expanded, several white jade pillars stand in the domain, the bamboo branches carved with colorful patterns are swaying charmingly between the white stones, and the pink gauze curtains ripple with the wind, floating with charming warm colors.

Mo Ye sat on the flower mat, his face was frosty, and he felt so angry for the first time, as if everything was deliberately arranged, deliberately ashamed of himself.

The Saintess of Makeup stood on the side with her head down, and she also felt the nameless anger of this Holy Ancestor, and she wanted to hide but didn't dare, so she had to wait to the side in fear.

"Go ahead! The ancestor wants to cultivate." Mo Ye said coldly.

The saintess with makeup peeked at Mo Xie, but she didn't dare to say the words when they came to her mouth. Bow lightly and escape from the house.

Mo Ye is so hot! There is nowhere to make it, and he pouts and sulks.

The bright morning has just woken up, and there is a clear laughter wafting in the solemn bamboo forest. The dense bamboo leaves squirm slightly on the stretched branches, and the dew drops shimmer with a golden glow in the gaps between the green leaves, and the bamboo forest immediately reflects a thin light of transparent lilac.

Mo Xie walked out of the stone house, stretched his waist gently, and slowly stepped into the bamboo forest outside the house.

Several saints with dewy makeup were drenched, and the light veil stuck to the white and greasy skin, and appeared faintly behind Mo Xie.

Mo Ye walked out of hundreds of feet leisurely, and heard a few birds and birds.

"There's something to do here."

The dewy saint hurried to the front. "Holy Ancestor, there are forbidden places everywhere inside and outside the Holy Cloud City, and it is forbidden to enter without the Holy Cloud City Order."

The Holy Maiden's words were like a steel needle that pierced Mo Xie's calm heart, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching.

"So I was under house arrest." After waiting for a long time, Mo Xie asked coldly.

"Don't dare, it's just that when you go out of the 'Banzhu Garden', you must be accompanied by a special envoy from Buckwheat." The voice of the dewy saint was as small as a mosquito, for fear that the loud voice would ignite Mo Ye's anger.