"Dizzy! 10,000 battle traces, how many beasts of the same rank do you have to kill?" Mo Ye's face became very ugly, he had traveled through the Plant Domain and the Beast Domain for more than a thousand years, although Mo Xie was famous, he was chased and killed everywhere, and he had no fixed place to live. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but rarely kill planters and beasts, many of which are inadvertently caused by trouble.

Mo Xie knew very well that it was not easy for fellow cultivators to cultivate to this realm, it would take thousands of years for the sages, and millions or hundreds of thousands of years for the planters and beasts. Killing these cultivators, Mo Xie really couldn't do it.

"Holy friend, I don't know if the insect killer is counted as a war trace." Mo Xie was chilled when he heard this, no wonder Feng Yu disdained the Sage, the origin of this was deep.

The Red-lipped Saintess shook her head. "When the insect exploded, tens of thousands of Sages returned to the Holy Realm back then. Now even if it is counted as a battle trace, it has no need to be killed."

Mo Xie looked strange and sighed. There are countless insects killed in the wasteland, and I am afraid that it will be useless at all. "Where can the Holy Friends receive the 'Qingcheng Order'"?

"When you get out of the Qunying Palace, you can see the Beast Town Hall and the Domain Gate, and you can get tokens when you enter the hall." The red-lipped saintess squinted her eyes and stared at Mo Ye's handsome face.

"Thank you, Holy Friend". Mo Xie bowed and fled to the light gate.

.......The red-lipped saint didn't finish her words, and when she saw Mo Ye dodge away, she shouted, pursed her red lips, and pulled the elder with a flattering face.

"Xu Shengyou is provincial, Jun Shengshi can't look down on it. Let's mess with us old things." A saint priest with double rings in his ears said in a strange way.

"Get out!" Xu Xiaoxing's eyes stood up. "With you old and immortal bastards, you can return to the Holy Land that year and month."

The three saints grinned and did not dare to say more. Who doesn't want to go back to the Sanctuary, but it's not easy to complete thousands of battle deeds, and if you don't get it, you have to take it in.

The blue light flashed, and there was a holy shadow in front of Mo Ye's eyes, and on the huge field, thousands of saints came and went, walking in a hurry, and they didn't pay attention to Mo Ye who suddenly fell into the air.

On the opposite side of the square is an antique town beast hall, the huge pillars stand up the golden eaves, the corners of the eaves of each layer are hung with small and exquisite crystal bells, the cool breeze of Xi Xi blows, the crystal bells ring a crisp and pleasant sound, breaking the silence of the holy group.

Mo Xie glanced at the busy sage, and with a strange feeling in his heart, he dodged and fled to the Beast Town Hall.

Entering the palace gate, Mo Ye was locked up by bursts of blood. "It's so murderous".

I saw hundreds of saints gathered in the hall, lining up to walk towards a crystal gate. The door of Solomon has a long time, and the façade is like a mirror, slightly shining with pink light.

A bloodstained saint stepped into the crystal gate, and a red light poured out from the crystal door, flowing down the four sides of the crystal door as if blood.

The red light on the Solsomen lit up, and the oval light screen flashed with red seals. "Qingcheng Order".

Battle traces: 1,873 points of phoenix blood

Tiger blood three hundred and forty-one

.....

Nineteen points of cursed blood.

Total battle mark: 4,162 points.

Hush......!

Hundreds of sages in front of the crystal gate booed, and the sages who could gather more than 4,000 battle traces could kill more than a thousand cultivators in the same realm. Hundreds of saints looked at the saints who passed through the blood gate, their eyes were straight, and as the saint's figure disappeared, they did not ease their senses for a long time.

"Hey, saint, what kind of god is stunned, is there a Qingcheng order?" When Mo Xie's divine consciousness was far away from the holy shadow, a shout sounded from his side.

Mo Xie hurriedly withdrew his divine sense, only to see that there were a few more Qingjia saints around him. "Qingcheng Inspector"?

In the Hall of Heroes, the red-lipped saintess and other Dharma protectors are all wearing green armor. Mo Xie hurriedly bowed. "Holy friend, I am here to receive the Qingcheng Order."

"Such a high realm is still coming to Qingcheng?" the Qingjia Dharma Protector muttered. "Follow me".

Mo Xie smiled and scolded in his heart. "Who wants to come!

The Qingjia Dharma Protector took Mo Ye to a strange crystal case, in which sat an old saint of the sixth order of Qi Condensation, with a long beard coiled under the case, lying on the case with a big back bowed, holding a crystal pen and drawing something.

"Hall Master, this holy friend has come to receive the Qingcheng Order." The Qingjia Dharma Protector bowed deeply and said in a low voice, looking at the face of the Qingjia Protector, it seemed that he was afraid that he would startle the hall master if he was loud.

The old hall master did not raise his head, and wrote slowly, and only after a long time did he hum, raised his hand slightly, and flicked a small pile of tokens on the crystal case. The blue light flashed, and the green armor protector had an extra round token in his hand.

"What else does the hall master command?" The Green Armor Protector held the token and asked in a low voice.

The old hall master bowed his head and was speechless, staring intently at the crystal case.

The Qingjia Protector waited for a while, turned around and took the crystal card, glanced at Mo Xie, and quietly retreated to the crystal gate. "Holy friend, you are so lucky today, the hall master is obsessed with painting, otherwise you can dig out your eight ancestors."

Mo Xie heard that awkwardly, and it was difficult to say anything, so he stretched out his hand to take the "Qingcheng Order". "Holy friend, I don't know where there are the most beasts."

The Qingjia Protector frowned, looking Mo Ye up and down, as if he was looking at a monster. "Beast City".

I was dizzy! Mo Xie's eyes didn't burst. Needless to say, there are beasts everywhere in Beast City. Mo Ye smiled awkwardly, and then asked, "Holy friend, I want to check a few friends to see if they are in Qingcheng."

When the Qingjia Dharma Protector heard this, he became happy. "Holy friends, this matter is easy to do, but you have to pay a search fee, not more than a million spars."

Mo Xie was happy in his heart, as long as it was valuable, it would be easy to do. Hurriedly took out a spar bag and handed it to the Qingjia Protector, and counted the breath with the Qingjia Protector's divine sense.

The Qingjia Dharma Protector was so happy that his mouth bloomed and he took the holy bag. "Holy friends, wait a while".

The Qingjia Protector disappeared into the temple with the holy bag, and Mo Xie waited for a quarter of an hour before seeing the Qingjia Protector return to the hall with a gloomy face. He sighed and said, "Holy friend, the saint you checked is not there."

The stone hanging high in Mo Ye's heart fell to the ground, and he let out a long breath, it seemed that Bian Le and Gu Xin had both returned to the Holy Domain, and thanked him and left the main hall.

Mo Xie's figure had just left the hall domain, and the old hall master who was painting with his head bowed slowly raised his head, and the green armor protector also appeared beside the hall master. "Lord of the Temple, do you see if this saint is the saint that the city lord is looking for."

"Nine times out of ten, kill". The old hall master straightened his back, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

"The lord of the hall is in his realm, you see who is better." The face of the Qingjia Dharma Protector showed a difficult color, the Great Sage of the Sixth Order of Condensation, whether in Qingcheng or the Holy Domain, was a peak Sage, it was easy to kill, not to mention that this Saint had broken into the Beast Domain and planted the Domain for more than a thousand years, and his combat power was by no means comparable to that of ordinary saints.

"Heavy money to ask the beast domain to cut off your hands, why wait for me to do it." The old hall master smiled grimly, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.

"The lord of the hall is wise". The Qingjia Protector shook the holy bag in his hand and smiled strangely.

Qingcheng Street, the sage is surging, bustling, and the antique attic is remarkable in the hustle and bustle.

Mo Xie walked slowly on the street, looking at the pavilions with heavy eaves at the four corners, his eyes showing joy. After wandering in the Cultivation Domain and the Beast Domain for more than a thousand years, he finally saw the shadow of the Holy Domain again, although it was still far away, he would raise his eyes to be a Sage.

After walking hundreds of feet, Mo Ye looked at the plaques on both sides of the street suspiciously.

The beautiful trees are verdant, and there are pieces of crystal cards standing in front of the buildings with strange flowers, and the crystal cards are written with gilded seals.

"Liang Clan Recruitment: Fourth-Order Qi Condensation, 1,300 Battle Traces, Recruit Sages of the same level."

"Qin Clan Recruitment: Third-Order Condensation, Eight Hundred and Forty-Three Battle Points, Recruit Two-Order Saints."

......。

Mo Xie walked around and took a look, looked at the stop, and saw that many sages had entered the recruitment crystal building, and his heart was also itchy, and he said in his heart: "It's better to join the team and follow the chaos of battle."

After looking at several crystal cards, Mo Xie walked into the Chen family's fundraising building. This crystal card is extremely inconspicuous, and the owner's battle record is mediocre. The third order of condensation qi, the battle trace is only forty-one.

Mo Ye stepped into the door of the building, and a fragrance came to his nose.

Mo Xie turned around and wanted to exit the pavilion.

Qingling's voice turned. "Holy Friends, please stay".

Mo Xie turned around and saw a pretty-faced saint girl sitting cross-legged in the airspace, her pink and white clothes fluttering.

The saint's face was crimson, like an unreleased lotus flower in the morning after the rain, and her beautiful face was soft and tender as if it had condensed water. The corners of the small mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a look of surprise in their melancholy eyes.

"Oh! The Holy Friend is recruiting teammates, I'll take a look." Mo Xie saw that it was a saint, and he wanted to leave, but when he heard a timid voice, he stopped again.

"Holy friends, please be seated." The saint seemed to be afraid that Mo Xie would leave, so she shook her incense arm. The floating flower cloud mat flew in front of Mo Xie.

Mo Xie smiled and landed on the cloud mat. "The Holy Friends do not know how to recruit".

Seeing Mo Ye sit down, the holy woman's slightly red face condensed into a flower-like smile. Her dark hair fluttered like silk. "In Xia Chen Qian, has the Holy Friend just come to Qingcheng not long ago?

"I'll decide? What kind of recruitment method is this?" Mo Xie was confused by Chen Qian's words, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Chen Qian's thin eyebrows were drawn into a moon shape, and she wore a circle of transparent blue eyeshadow, smiling and squinting her eyes. "Holy Friend, I am recruiting a slasher, that is to say, the Holy Friend defeats the third-order beast of the Transformation Consciousness to take a breath, and I will kill it. For every one I behead, I can give a million hedrons to my holy friends."

Mo Xie always thought that recruiting was to go to the beast domain to kill the beast in partnership, but he didn't expect it to help other saints sell coolies, this is a matter of hard work and no battle traces, Mo Xie is not bad at such a spare.

Chen Qian saw that Mo Ye was a little melancholy, and hurriedly explained: "The Holy Friend can only get one battle trace by killing the third-order beast of the Transformation Consciousness, and only by killing the same rank can he get ten points, this battle trace is insignificant to the Holy Friend, but it is ten points for the next, if the Holy Friend thinks that the price is unreasonable, I can add more."

"Oh"! Mo Xie suddenly realized, it turned out that this was the case, he had forgotten the strangeness here, this was a huge business opportunity, no wonder many recruits were second- or third-order saints.

However, the million spars are not worth mentioning to Mo Ye, and he has not counted how many spars there are in the Mo Evil Holy Bag. There's no need to work for millions of spars, nowadays, a little more is better than a little less.

Mo Xie smiled. "I'm sorry, there is no shortage of spars in the bottom, only one teammate is missing."

Chen Qian's little face was full of red light, sighed, and said softly: "I know that the Holy Friend will not lack spars, we can discuss it again."

Mo Xie smiled and apologized. Get up and escape out of the fragrant pavilion.

Walking down the long and winding street in the depths of the flowers and trees, and looking at hundreds of recruits, Mo Xie found something strange, he did not recruit the sixth order of condensation. "Obediently, the sixth-order sages of Qi Condensation have all gone to be beheaders"?