A few days later, the Soul Capital Peak was immersed in the haze of dawn, and the soul crown that fell in the west was shrouded in a layer of silver-gray light veil. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky changes rapidly, from fish white to dark blue. A large disc fell in front of the peak, obscuring the pale gray corona.

The dazzling aura of the disc went out, and several Sages stood on the disc.

The saints were surrounded by a red-clothed saintess, the red armor lined with Shengxue's skin more white and tender, a pair of white jade hands on his knees, his delicate body leaned lightly on the black crystal carved throne, and he squinted at the peak with a smile.

Beside the red-clothed saintess stood a black-armored saint, with black hair flowing and elegant, untied and untied, slightly fluttering, with a handsome face like a sculpture, a tall nose, and a dizzying smile on the thick red lips.

The eyes under the sword eyebrows were intoxicating as if they had sucked the soul. It doesn't take a closer look to be astonishing, this holy life is like the rebirth of Mo Evil.

Looking at the saint's side again, I can instantly lose my eyes. Full, Bai Juan, Gu Xin, there is even a black gauze saint girl who is slightly behind, and the pair of beautiful black eyes, at a glance, you can see that it is Bian Le.

The saint's crystal eyes moved, and he glanced at an ancient tree among the cracked stones. Gently raising his hand, a black veil blocked his fair face.

The red-clothed saint looked at the saint, and a magnetic smile condensed at the corner of her mouth. "Is the young master a little uncomfortable"?

The priest nodded. "Great Elder, I'm still not going, I'll take a few Holy Loves back to Holy Soul City."

The red-clothed saint's phoenix eyes flashed and she nodded slightly. "Mei Xi protects the young master to return to the city".

A light shuttle flew up from the frisbee, and after a few breaths, the sage on the frisbee disappeared into the ring light and flew towards the Soul Capital Peak.

Toweringly, the enchanted Soul Capital Peak slept in layers of smoke, and the threaded stone swirls were like roaring monsters, spewing out blazing green smoke and white flames.

The peaks and stones are strange shapes, or like giant teeth, or like spearheads, overlapping reflections in the towering mountain shadows, fine, white and swarthy, as if the dream of changing glass light and shadow.

Mo Ye suddenly paused for the "Thousand Miles Shuttle" and stopped at the entrance of the peak, his empty eyes falling on the broken shuttle body under the peak.

From Jiao Xun's divine sense, it is known that the "Soul Capital Peak" is the natural barrier of the "Enthalpy Jiong Peak", and it is better to say that it is the peak than the open peak protection array, which was set up by the Soul Clan to protect the "Enthalpy Jiong Peak" and prevent all the clans in the Holy Domain from entering the peak to collect the "Yang Jiong Fire".

Mo Xie suddenly realized that the Holy Clan's attack on the "Nine Soul Mountain" was intended to collect the "Yang Jiong Fire", no wonder the "Nine Soul Mountain" was only guarded by a small soul clan.

"I'm dizzy"! Mo Ye stood in the shuttle domain and rolled his eyes. "Isn't this using yourself as a donkey"?

"****". The soul scolded angrily, and Mo Xie drove the "Thousand Miles Shuttle" into the peak mouth cautiously.

The cliffs descended like dark clouds, and the cold wind blew the cracked rocks and hissed strangely.

Mo Xie glanced at the shuttle body shattered under the mountain, and his face was full of green clouds. This mountain is a little weird, there is no horror in Jiao Xun's memory, what kind of ghost waves angry sword, flowing stone flying shadow, that is! It is nothing more than a gray and heavy cloud, there is no soul crown on the top, and there are many stones on the bottom, although the cry is a little weird, it is much better than the soul speak.

"Qianli Shuo" passes through the mountains and valleys and escapes into the depths of the "Soul Capital Peak".

Boom! The mountain peak blocked by white flowers in the distance suddenly collapsed, and the white smoke from the falling stone nitrate churned, engulfing the gloomy sky. The white mist drifted away one after another, and a blue beast spine suddenly rose from the fog, and a huge shadow lurked in the gloomy towering clouds.

Several rays of virtual light flew towards the fog domain, turning into giant soldiers and smashing into the spine of the beast in the fog.

Thick stone claws were picked out of the fog, and a burst of smoke smashed the giant soldier away, and several explosions in succession, the giant soldier who flew into the fog turned into smoke.

A shadow was knocked out of the warband, panting, neck stretched, and sweat like mud on his face.

Steeze spat out two mouthfuls of the stone powder that had come to his mouth, and turned his head to look at the "Thousand Shuttle" in the distance. "What are you doing standing stupidly, don't help the handle."

Whoosh! Steeze picked up the unicorn gun and slammed it into the fog.

Mo Ye silently looked at the chaotic battle group. Wang He, Tang Lang, Shi Di, and the other two Holy Soul City Elders, Yi Ying and Chu Xiong, were besieging a petrified troll, not to mention that the five were all incarnated third-order saints, and it seemed that they were still a little short of breaking through the defense of the giant beast.

Wang He's giant poke smashed on the beast's claws, the stone light flashed, the giant poke slashed several times, and a few white hairs flew down from the claws. After flying out for a few feet, the white hair turned into a sharp stone arrow and fell, which frightened Wang He and poked and picked away the stone arrow. poked the light and splashed, Wang He was shocked to the point that his hands were numb, and his eyes turned into souls.

Retreating dozens of feet in a row, the point in the air was the shock wave fed back by the "opening peak poke", and the light of the technique was broken. The "Kaifeng Poke" stopped in the air.

Wang He looked at the empty valley behind him, and cursed in his heart. "Treacherous".

In the transparent crown, Jiao Xun didn't know when his shadow disappeared, Wang He was so angry that a ball of white smoke erupted from his nose, and his eyes rolled up. When Jiao Xun came, Wang He was overjoyed, although the "Petrified Beast" was difficult to deal with, it was not invulnerable, and when the Five Saints attacked, it was always a little bit worse. Unexpectedly, Jiao Xun saw that the situation was not right and retreated to the valley.

Wang He couldn't think so much, and the magic finger urged the virtual soldiers to "open the peak and poke" into the battle group.

The "Petrified Beast" waved its stone claws, and flew down from the air, large and small burning stone bumps, and flew towards Tang Lang who pierced through the fog.

Tang Lang was the first to suffer the loss of the white burning pimple, and when he saw the large and small white lights flying over, he pushed several light shields in a row, and retreated sharply to the side.

Yiying had just hit the "Double Dragon Halberd", and realized that Tang Lang had attracted several white lights, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and he pulled out his feet and retreated sharply.

Yiying's chest was stuffy, and a bloody light spewed out, staining red and silver-white snow smoke. Flew out of the warband like a butterfly.

Whoosh! The four holy shadows exited at the same time, and they flew out of the flying mist.

"What's going on?" Wang He looked at Yi Ying, who was standing with his chest on his chest.

Yiying's cheeks were slightly pale, and she pointed at Tang Lang. "Wang He, can you restrain the waste of Holy Cloud City, either escape from the formation, or change the position, and take my Holy Soul City without knowing the number?"

Wang He's face was red and white when he was scolded by Yiying, and he looked back at the Smoke Miasma Valley. "Jiao Xun, you come out for me".

Wang He shouted angrily, and the valley echoed with a hum, but there was no trace of Jiao Xun.

Chu Xiong sighed twice. "Stop shouting, a bunch of rats"!

"Chu Xiong, who are you scolding". Stee, who was panting on the side, was also angry, took a breath, and asked angrily.

"I scolded the Great Saint Ancestor of Saint Cloud City who didn't make a move." Chu Xiong glared weakly.

"You ......". Shi Di was so angry that he really wanted to pick up the meteor hammer and smash Chu Xiong's bald head.

"Okay, no one thought that the 'petrified beast' would become so difficult, and it was inevitable that the anger would be bigger, so it would be ordered." Wang He's tone softened a little, after all, it was the idea of Shengyun City to enter the "Enthalpy Jiong Peak" this time, and Yiying and Chu Xiong were both invited by the city lord. One step ahead, just to find out the reality of the "Soul Capital Peak". For tens of thousands of years, Shengyun City did not come to the "Enthalpy Jiong Peak" to pick the "Yang Jiong Fire", who knows what kind of formation the Soul Clan has changed.

Several Holy Ancestors rolled their eyes and didn't squeak.

Wang He looked at Yiying. "How is Elder Yi's injuries?"

Yiying held Yufeng, who was in slight pain, and her face rose to a red point, a little embarrassed. I was hit by a fire phosphorite just now, and I sprayed blood, but the injury was not too serious, but it didn't hit the place, so I was angry for a while.

"It's okay, Great Elder, don't worry."

Wang He took out a crystal medicine and handed it to Yiying. "Elder Yi has lived in Holy Soul City for a long time, what do you think of this formation?"

Yiying took the holy medicine, gently put it in her mouth, and raised her eyebrows slightly. After a pause, he said, "In the past ten thousand years, there have been very few Divine Consciousness Great Perfection Saints in the Three Cities of the Holy Clan and the Holy Sword Mountain, let alone saints who can refine the five kinds of Yin and Yang Fire, so there is no organization to break the formation, only sporadic scattered saints have come here to try. Therefore, the great array has not been broken for a long time, and more yin qi has been condensed, and I am afraid that it will not be able to be broken with our combat strength, so let's wait for the great elder"!

Wang He hung a layer of frost gloomily, thinking about many things back then, which made those flatterers stained, but he carried the infamy of being spurned by the Holy Domain. Especially the matter of Xinghu, for thousands of years, it has been torturing the seemingly strong heart all the time, and every time I see that back, it is like a sword piercing the heart, faintly dripping blood.

The virtual light flickered from the holy body, and after shaking slightly, Wang He suspected a phantom shadow, and his face looked very similar, no different from the main body, but the phantom was a little illusory.

Yiying and Chu Xiong's eyes changed with crystal light and glanced at each other. Almost all the great sages of illusion can do it, but Wang He's illusion is extraordinary, he can even hold a virtual soldier, and it seems that he has a lot of spirituality.

"Tang Lang, Shi Di?" Wang He suddenly asked.

The two Holy Ancestors had a look of shame on their faces and shook their heads gently.

"The illusion technique can be condensed without the Holy Ancestor." Wang He didn't look at the phantom, today is a last resort, if it was in the past, the phantom technique would not be used. Every time I use the technique, I always feel that the eyes of the phantom are strange, and I always look at myself full of hatred and anger.

"Stand up to five elements and six stations". Wang He's cold voice made the hearts of the contemplative Saint Ancestors tense and stood on the Five Elements Ring.

Boom! Dao rays of light leaked out from the ring, flowing out beautiful colored patterns. Wang He escaped to the center of the ring. The Five Elements Ring roared and rushed towards the rolling beast mist.

The "petrified beast" hiding in the fog roared, and the two stone claws covered the sky and the sun and slapped down. I only heard a roar in the airspace, and the ten claw shadows intermingled into a dense rain of arrows! The piercing sound of grinding made people grind their teeth.

The wind roared, the beast roared! The stone claws roared! The entire airspace fell into a terrifying darkness and blinding light.

"Go"! Wang He punched out a five-shaped ring, and Tang Lang and the other Holy Ancestors sent out virtual soldiers at the same time. Five virtual soldiers were embedded in the ring, and five golden rays of light shot out at the same time. In an instant, the golden light fused together, and the phantom Wang He appeared in the golden light, stretched out his hand and grabbed a strange "opening poke" from the golden light.