Mo Xie didn't give the two wisps of soul a chance to breathe at all, and a void bow condensed in the realm of consciousness. www.biquge.info The sound of the strings cut through the sky, and two lightning-like snow-white light arrows shot directly into the phantom, and the surrounding area was filled with hazy true qi to gather towards the light arrows, and the cold aura in the domain suddenly added an ominous aura.

The two phantoms fled to the depths of the realm of consciousness as if they had heard a funeral bell. From a distance, I saw the light arrow split into two and disappear into the domain of knowledge, and the deafening thunder sound came from the far domain in a dull voice, leaving only a pink point of light in the domain of knowledge.

Mo Ye raised his head and glanced at the formation of the Torture Lake. Only the stars and a few Holy Ancestors hid behind the shield, their eyes fell on Chengying and Chixiao who were lying by the lake, and tears flowed down the corners of their mouths.

A few ticks. Mo Xie took a long breath and slowly closed his eyes. His face turned unusually white, and he opened his eyes to look at a certain airspace.

"This Holy Ancestor, although Mo Xie doesn't know your identity, but if I give up the Holy Body, my friends are still in danger, and I will let the corpses of the Holy Land be all over the field, and the lives will be ruined."

There was no sound in the distance, only Tang Lang hid behind the shield, revealing half a frightened look. What Mo Xie said, Tang Lang didn't care about it at all, and he still didn't understand the anti-heaven combat power of a saint who incarnated as a first-order saint.

A pink light appeared in the center of Mo Xie's eyebrows, slowly turning red, as if a blood-colored red mole suddenly grew, getting redder and redder.

The bloody mole ended for several breaths, and it did not leave the Holy Communion for a long time. The red light arced from the center of the eyebrows, forming a spiral curve around the Mo Ye ring. The red light was like blood mixed with gold dust, and it was extremely dazzling in the dark airspace.

There was a long sucking sound, and the red light lost its blood, leaving a white arc. The pink light flashed and flew along the white arc, and the bursts of pink light dispersed into the airspace.

As soon as the pink light left the Holy Body, the crystal chains on the limbs of the Holy Body were white and strained, and they were violently tightened, and they heard the clicking sound again and again, and the limbs of the Mo Evil Holy Body were dislocated, and they were almost separated by the four horses.

Before the silence stopped, the Holy Communion suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared on the torture lake.

The Mo Evil Divine Consciousness that escaped from the center of his eyebrows shone brightly, flashed, and fled to the Holy Body along the same path.

Whoosh! The icy aura flew from afar, and a violently flailing rattan whip, accompanied by lightning, fell and broke through the void, tearing out long light marks in the airspace, like a giant beast grinning open its bloody mouth, wanting to devour the pink light.

The five-colored ring of fire condensed in the air, blocking the bloody aura that poured in. A bloody sword slashed from the broken light trail and instantly landed on the ring of fire that had not yet condensed. Poof!

The pink light did not wait for the five-colored fire ring to burst open, turned into a wisp of pink light, dragged the pale pink tail, and fell out of the torture lake.

The transparent light mask flashed from outside the torture lake, and the pink light hit the light mask heavily, crackling sparks burst from the impact point, and the zigzag lightning that split into forks gathered from the four domains of the light mask.

The blood sword that slashed through the five-color aura stabbed into the light mask with the sparks that exploded, and the wall of the cover was deeply sunken, and it could not recover for a long time.

After a few breaths, the blood sword was slowly withdrawn from the recessed light mask, and the transparent light mask did not have the slightest crack. The void at the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and a faint fragrance soaked into his nose.

Outside the Torture Lake, the Holy Ancestors were busy arranging their holy clothes and making deep bows. "I've seen the lord of the city".

Ziling's neckline was lowered, revealing a deep chest groove, her face was like a hibiscus, her eyes were shy, and her lips were smiling. The eyes that were more charming than the peach blossoms, glanced at the "Blood Spirit Sword", and couldn't help but frown.

The brunette hair shivered with a dazzling light, and her bright red lips rose slightly, and she spat out. "Hey, what a little saint."

Tang Lang didn't dare to raise his head, don't look at the city lord's cultivation place, Tang Lang still dared to look directly, in front of the Holy Ancestors, no matter how fragrant the fragrance was, no matter how beautiful the appearance was, he didn't have the courage. As for what happened, don't worry about it.

Ziling's shadow is sparse and slanted, the dark fragrance floats, and the plum blossoms are flying on her side. Eyes wandered gently. Whoosh! The "Blood Spirit Sword" in his hand was inserted into the still water in the torture lake.

A stream of blood bubbles gushed out of the lake, and the red stamens were dotted, like plum blossoms falling on the surface of the lake. Ziling's slightly raised clear face, full of surprise and bright .......

The "Blood Spirit Sword" was gently withdrawn, and a golden-armored carp was pierced on the tip of the sword. The tip of the sword pierced just right, piercing through the fins, slightly breaking through the scale armor.

The golden-armored carp shook its body twice, softened weakly, stared at the two dead fish eyes, and spat bubbles with its mouth open.

"Little fish, I said who is making trouble here, it turns out to be you little guy."

Poof! "Master, don't blame me, I didn't give Mo Xie true anger."

"Did I ask?" Ziling pursed her lips and squinted at the golden carp with a smile.

"No, I'll help him." The dead eyes of the golden carp glowed pitifully with a cold light.

"Isn't there a mouthful of less? Say, where did Mo Xie's wisp of remnant soul flee to?" Ziling gritted her teeth.

When the golden carp heard this, it didn't die, and the dead fish almost didn't explode. The fins of the fish tremble and point to the surface of the lake. "In ...... Water...... ".

The smile on Ziling's face was slightly retracted, the Punishment Lake was extraordinary, like water but not water, like crystalline and non-crystalline, dripping water like electricity, dripping blood like poison, it was very strange that this fish could live in it, how could a soul person enter the Punishment Lake, it would have been refined a long time ago.

"Lie to me"? The Purple Bell City Lord opened his phoenix eyes and asked as if he was angry.

"No, I entered the torture lake and escaped with a 'wormhole', and I just wanted to go in, but you forked it." The golden carp spat bubbles and cried.

"Come on, spread the 'Holy Cloud Order', and hunt down the soul-killers." The Purple Bell City Lord popped out a red light, and a golden cloud-shaped holy order floated in the air.

"Yes!" Hundreds of Holy Ancestors appeared on the Punishment Peak, and after saluting, they hurriedly left the Punishment Peak.

The Purple Bell City Lord looked at the embarrassed Tang Lang. "Hall Master Tang, please come with me."

Tang Lang's eyes flashed, and he followed behind the city lord.

The drizzle was drizzling, with small raindrops drifting over the drenched peaks, and the ancient trees in front of the mountain stretched out their dark green hands to touch the cool rain. A gust of wind blew a few traces of rain, and a curtain of water was lifted in the rain, the rain gradually became smaller, and there was a light fragrance of flowers in the drizzle, it was late autumn, and the flowers hiding under the leaves were moistened by the drizzle, which looked particularly cold.

Suddenly, a muffled thunder roared down from the sky, followed by a flash of lightning that streaked across the dark sky. Shine on the beautiful and ephemeral flowers that bloom in the rain. The flower fell to one side with the wind, snapped into the grass, and broke the flower wrist.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the large and small raindrops were connected together, like silver dragons colliding and splashing in the crowded space, drawing irregular curves. In the overwhelmed grass, there was a small drop of water condensed at the broken stalk of the flower, like a freshly rained child, and inadvertently stopped on the stalk.

The water droplets let go violently, and a holy form of crystal crystal appeared in the grass.

Like the disturbance of rain, the holy form of the crystal crystal curled up in a circle, and then turned into a small pearl.

Click! In the gloomy airspace, a thunderclap sounded. A pair of bloody eyes stared at this ancient forest of swaying trees.

"Come, right here!" shouted from the rain-drenched distance.

Several Holy Ancestors surrounded the forest in a ring with a rain cover, each holding the bell holy vessel in their hands, and the bell body was shining with red light, constantly rotating rapidly.

The Holy Ancestors stared at the rainforest with solemn faces, but they didn't dare to enter it easily, looking up at the bloody eyes in the air. There is a Holy Ancestor Divine Sense: "Be careful of soul devouring."

The light shield above their heads fell, and the Holy Ancestors covered their heads with a transparent halo.

Whoosh! The bell-shaped artifact flew into the sky, and a circle of light flew down.

"Be careful." A Holy Ancestor shouted.

The circle of light in the rainforest slowly moved, a tree, a piece of grass, a stone. The aperture seemed to cover something, a wisp of green smoke rose, the green leaves withered instantly, and the huge stone was shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the whole mountain forest was scorched and lying in the rain.

"Strange? Why not?" The Holy Ancestors looked at the withered mountain peaks, and their faces became very ugly.

"Seal this peak, don't let him run."

Several bell-shaped holy artifacts flew into the air, standing in an angular shape on the mountain, and large and small circles of light wrapped the three layers inside and outside the peak.

"Okay, this mountain peak has become gravel, and there may be souls." An old Saint Ancestor shook his head and said.

All the Holy Ancestors looked at each other, their divine eyes half shortened, and a strange smile condensed on their faces. "Even those with souls were also shaken into smoke by the 'Soul Bell'."

The Holy Ancestors took the artifact and searched another mountain.

After a long time, the rubble tossed, and a small bead of light froze among the rocks.

Green smoke rose from the beads of light, and in the blink of an eye, it turned blood red.

Pop! The crystal crystal hand stretched out from the light bead, grabbed the stone next to it, and the stone shattered in response. Bursts of light swept over the beads of light. After breaking a few stones, the red light on the light beads faded, and the beads pulled a long shadow to attach to the gravel.

The light beads listened to the sound of the raindrops falling, and felt the tragic and tragic atmosphere of autumn, and this cold charm was vividly expressed at this time. Drops of water fell on the stones, and small pieces of rain soaked in the light beads, slowly flowing down, like tears that broke the heart.

The rain was pale blue and crystal clear. Thousands of silver filaments, rippling in mid-air, the misty light veil, draped on the black and faint gravel, splashed with grains of water. I don't know how long later, the light beads attached to the stone flashed down the mountain peak, and landed in the woods below the peak, rolling up a puff of green smoke.

After a few breaths, the light beads appeared thousands of miles away. Suddenly, the light and shadow were so fierce that the pink light on the light beads dimmed, and it fell into the airspace.

Dark beads of light bounced from one leaf to another, and wisps of white smoke rose from the leaves, burning the leaves into long black marks.

After a few rolls, the beads of light fell between the rough bark.

The bloody eyes appeared in the airspace, and the snake-like lightning swayed through the layers of mist, illuminating the entire mountain area in a flash in the pan.

Several Holy Ancestors held bell-shaped holy weapons in their hands, standing in the dragon-like lightning that stretched across the sky, looking at this shaking mountain forest.

"There are soul people here?" a Holy Ancestor dressed in a cloud suit asked suspiciously.