"Okay, Wood Saint Friend, the saints within 10,000 miles are all clear, even if there are spirits who want to take it, they can't fly here, and they will have already turned into smoke." The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info the slightly chubby Holy Ancestor smiled.

"Tan Shengyou, don't be careless, I wait for this to be the final level, it doesn't mean that the souls who escaped from Shengyun City can't get here."

"Okay, okay, just be cautious, go check it!" the chubby Saint Ancestor said with some patience.

Xingyunfu Holy Ancestor pulled his face and didn't say anything, holding the "Soul Bell" and escaping to the front of the mountain forest.

Boom! The "Soul Bell" rang out a thick trill. The Holy Ancestor's eyes widened as he stood in the air. "The One Who Really Has a Soul".

The "Soul Bell" is a holy weapon used by the Holy Domain to seal the soul, as long as there is a star soul breath leaked, it will sound within a hundred miles.

The Holy Ancestors did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly held up the "Soul Bell" and gathered towards the mountains and forests.

A dim bead of light caught in the crack of the bark, staring at the holy shadow hundreds of miles away. Escaping here, the essence on the soul is getting less and less, Mo Ye can no longer cover the soul breath on his body, and now Mo Ye feels that his mouth is dry, and his whole body is on fire.

......A wisp of white mist rose from the dim light bead, and the smell of charcoal roasting was a gust of fire, and the yin qi in the light bead expanded outward, almost not bursting. In the wisps of smoke, the light beads disappeared into the ancient trees.

As soon as the light beads disappeared into the wood, the expanded beads were wrapped in a condensed white liquid, and countless small wooden arrows were conjured out of the liquid, and the dim light beads seemed to fall into the thorn nest, and the mixed body was stinging and unbearable, as if there were ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

The little wooden arrow got closer and denser, and the light bead almost turned into a hedgehog.

The faces of the Holy Ancestors in the airspace became solemn, and the sound of the "Soul Suppression Bell" disappeared again.

"Hmm"! Elder Tan Fang looked at the empty sky, and his bloody eyes disappeared at some point.

"Can Elder Mu sense the soul breath?"

Elder Kima shook his head with a gloomy face, and complained in his heart: "The divine sense of this ancestor is not as good as yours, so you are embarrassed to ask me."

"Okay, don't be suspicious, the soul has long since escaped." Another elder said.

Tan Fang and Mu Jian glanced at each other and shook their heads. "Let's go, don't waste your days here."

The Holy Ancestors took back the "Zhenshen Bell" and silently fled into the distance. Tan Fang casually glanced back at the distant peaks, and there seemed to be a ghost smile on the corner of his mouth.

A strong wind swept over the treetops, and the sleeping forest was awakened from its slumber by the sound of exclamations. The dewdrops fell in an uproar, hitting the flowers and plants under the trees and bending their heavy waists.

Inside the tree, small points of light trembled, and the small wooden arrows were rippled by the points of light, and they were shattered layer by layer.

The old tree swayed even bigger, swaying its leaves. The surrounding trees seemed to be infected, dancing wildly with the ancient tree.

A group of sages traveled from afar, and they did not flee quickly. When approaching this mountain peak, I couldn't help but retreat.

"What's wrong with Master? This mountain forest is weird?" The little saint of the Solid Root Realm who danced in the wind hid behind the old man in Peixing, revealing a pair of flustered eyes.

"It's hard to say, I recently listened to the Sage who returned from Saint Cloud City say that there are soul people who have invaded Saint Cloud City." The old priest's eyes were sunken, his teeth were black and uneven, and his voice was low.

"Be careful, protect your eyebrows."

The disciple behind the old saint was busy pointing between his eyebrows, and his face became extremely nervous.

The little saint of Gugen was so frightened that her face turned a little pale, and she hid behind the master's back.

"Don't be afraid, protect your eyebrows and step back." The saints heard the old priest's command and slowly retreated.

As soon as he retreated, it was more than a thousand miles, and the old saint's face was a little calm, and he let out a long breath. "Hey, the Demon City and the Holy Cloud City are fighting, and there are more saints who have died unjustly."

The slender waist of the little saint fell softly, like a big white butterfly lying in the airspace.

"Senior sister"! The two holy priests rushed over, pulled their arms and waists, and lifted the little saint to her feet.

"Let go". A saint shouted angrily.

"I'll help it first". Not to be outdone, the other saint shouted.

"Ridiculous! When is this, the ancestor is waiting for me in the holy land to return to the peak, and you still have time to fight for the wind and be jealous." The old saint reprimanded sharply.

The two saints let go in fright. The little saint who was half dazed and half awake was also frightened, standing up straight, pouting her mouth, and lowering her head to clean the folded holy clothes.

"Wait here today, and wait for the inspection envoys of Shengyun City to come, and then cross the peak together." The old saint commanded.

The disciples hurriedly took out various holy weapons from the sacred bag and began to set up the formation.

"Master, are you too careful?" A training saint approached the old priest and asked in a low voice.

The old saint snorted twice. "Chang Ye, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, this master has a handful of old bones left, there is no hope to reach the Qi Condensation Realm, the soul master is not interested in me, these disciples are different."

Chang Ye's face was slightly red, and he nodded. "What Master said is extremely true."

"Let's go and set up"!

"Yes! What are you doing in a daze?" Chang Ye shouted to the middle-aged saintess who was looking out at the distant region not far away.

The middle-aged saint was plump, her jet-black hair was tied with a lilac ribbon, and her long hair floated behind her thighs, and a few strands of hair fell down her shoulders, lining the broken chest more pale, and it looked more rich.

Rao Su, whose face is not powdered, slowly turned his head sideways, and his fresh and moving eyes seemed to have a layer of fog.

"What's the matter, junior sister, I scared you just now." When Chang Ye saw Rao Su's eyes, he immediately panicked, and he didn't know how many times he scolded himself in his heart.

"Senior brother, I ......." Rao Su's prophecy stopped, and the faint coldness made Chang's ambition shattered.

"Look, Senior Brother has offended Senior Sister again."

"You want to die! believe it or not, my brother can break your teeth when he hears it."

The mouthy little saint of the Solid Root Realm pursed her lips in fright and fled with a smoke.

"My sister blames me." Chang Ye clutched his mouth heavily, slapped him a few times, and half of his face was red and swollen.

The junior brothers and sisters who set up the formation all lowered their heads, and no one dared to take a second look here. Even the old saint turned his head.

Rao Sui's fingers blocked the Hot Wheels slap. "Go and set up the formation, I don't blame you."

"Oh"! Chang Ye tilted his face, glanced at his junior sister, and fled to the middle of the junior brother who was arranging the formation.

"I'm still stunned for what to do, my hands and feet are lazy."

The junior disciples lowered their heads and stared at the spell, no one dared to look at the fourth junior brother, and the speed of the formation was much faster.

Rao Su's snow-white face was pink, as if he could wring out water, glancing at the distance, although he was still uncertain, he still walked silently to the master's side.

The old sage looked at Rao Su, and among all the disciples, only this disciple had superior divine sense.

Rao smiled with a smile. "Master, I can sense something, it's just a little flustered."

The old saint glanced at the disciples around him, secretly spread his hand, and held a crystal bead the size of a small broad bean in his thin palm, and said: "The 'Soul Sucking Bead' senses that there is a soul breath, it should be a soul that has not been killed in battle for a long time, and the essence blood has been exhausted."

"Really"? Rao Su was shocked.

"Yes, after the formation is completed, call Chang Ye to come, and we will discuss."

"Yes, Master".

Twilight came from the distant mountains, and the fall of dusk was always gloomy, and the fog filled the mountains, and the mountains were dark and blue, and the dim daylight fell behind the dark shadows.

The large array had already been arranged, and dozens of disciples stood in their respective formations, and the light under their feet changed layer by layer.

At the center of the array, in the semi-circular light shield, the old saint and the five disciples sat together with their eyes closed and recuperated.

Through the light mask, several saints stood in the airspace, their faces slightly red, not knowing what to talk about.

"How sure is Master?" asked a middle-aged saint priest.

"Judging from the induction of the 'Soul Sucking Bead', this remnant soul should be in the Qi Condensation Realm, but it has been exhausted in essence and blood, and its combat power may not even be as good as the Solid Root Realm." The old saint's face was slightly distorted by the extreme excitement.

The middle-aged saint's heart went up and down. "Master, be careful!"

"Don't worry, can't you trust Master in this matter?"

The middle-aged saint said twice, and didn't say much, thinking about a few senior brothers, I really don't know what to say.

"Who will Master send to induce spirits this time?"

The old priest stroked his beard, blinked his long eyelids, and grinned. "Or draw lots"

All the disciples were dumbfounded, and one by one they shrank back. You must know that a few senior brothers just caught lots.

"Hey, I can't run. These are the rules of our Holy Sepulchre Gate." The old saint glared sharply and shouted.

Several disciples straightened their eyes, and their foreheads were covered with sweat droplets. His feet were like standing on coals, moving back and forth.

What is the Holy Sepulchre Gate for? To put it bluntly, it is a grave digging and digging a grave. There is a rule in this sect, all the disciples of the sect should concentrate resources to ensure that one disciple enters the condensation realm, and when one enters, it is the turn of the next. Whoever is in charge is the leader. This old saint is none other than the senior brother of all the disciples.

"Come! The old priest shouted excitedly.

All the saints were dumbfounded, and Mu Na watched as several disciples carried it into a huge red bowl.

The old saint smiled and took out seven crystal beads. "It's all optimistic".

"Okay, I'll go this time". The old saint was just about to throw it, when a sweet sound came.

"Senior sister ......". Chang Ye was so frightened that his mouth opened wide, you must know that being a bait is not a good thing, being taken away by the spirit is a trivial matter, if the essence blood is sucked out, it is not as good as a walking corpse.

"You can't go". Chang Ye was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, and he hurriedly touched Rao's head.

"What are you doing, brother". Rao Su blocked Chang Ye's hand.

"You're crazy, it's a lot." Changno shouted angrily.

"You're crazy, if you catch the spirit, I can divide two layers of essence." Rao Su pouted and replied.

"That's not going to work, I won't let you go".

The old saint looked at Chang Ye with a smile, and his gaze slid over the other junior disciples.

The juniors and disciples looked at each other, wanting to speak, but they were afraid of Chang Ye, and if they didn't say anything, they might not be able to take their turn to draw lots.

The old priest winked at the middle-aged priest. The middle-aged saint's eyes widened, coughed a few times, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Chang can't break the rules."

"Get out!" Changno glared at his bloodshot eyes.

"Yes!" replied another sage.

The old saint laughed a few times. "Tsunano, that's what's wrong with you."