A bird's cry pierced the lonely valley in the night, and the dark sky was torn open through the red cracks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHundreds of cracks stretched into the sky, and the gray mountains were reflected in the red flames, as bright red as molten iron, and the thin light instantly engulfed the mist on the ridge.

The dim soul shadow appeared in the red light, and it shimmered and disappeared behind the bright red glow. The red chains that flew down from the Dao Dao fell into the dark canyon, forming an invisible wall of qi.

All the saints were stunned, not knowing what had happened, and only after the red light had fallen did they exclaim.

Mo Ye stood in the dark valley, the holy maidens fled in all directions, and a flock of crazy white doves flew around.

"What place"?

"There are so many saints who came"? Mo Xie ignored the saints who fled, and wanted to drift away in a blink of an eye.

A soft fragrance rushed into the soul consciousness, the big eyes of the water spirit stared at each other, the black hair flew in the wind, and the tips of the hair swept over the face of the Mo evil soul.

"Is this ......?" The two pairs of shocking eyes were attracted together, and the spirit flowers that could not be seen clearly danced between the shocked eyes and the indifferent pupils. Mo Xie locked his soul eyebrows and floated away sideways.

Qin Ji's eyes were shining with tears, and under those thick eyelashes, there were eyes that looked panicked, looking at his face affectionately, as if he was recognizing him.

"...... you"? Qin Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed the afterimage that flashed by, wanting to see the cold and handsome soul face clearly, it seemed that he had grabbed the soul armor, and clenched it gently, his hand was as empty as a wild, and he didn't catch anything.

Looking at the residual light left in his hand, Qin Ji's hand trembled. "It's him, it's really him, how is he a soul warrior...... Soul Warrior".

Qin Ji's eyes blurred, and a faint shadow rolled down with tears.

The sound of sorrow echoed in the empty sky. Qin Ji chased towards the mountain where the soul shadow floated away.

Mo Evil Soul recognized the holy woman with tears like rain. The sound of the piano on that moonlit night, the gentle lingering, flashed in the soul consciousness. This face has never been forgotten, and every scene is dancing in the realm of consciousness.

Now, the two realms of saint and soul, why should they linger any longer. After a few drifts, Mo Ye disappeared outside Qin Ji's divine sense.

Two lines of crystal tears flowed down her beautiful cheeks. The sky was blurry, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Qin Ji flew away like crazy, rubbing hard, rubbing hard...... Blurred eyes.

Only mountains, misty mountains, pale green, swayed and flew away in the distance.

Among the mountain peaks covered by clouds and mist, two holy shadows stood in the gradually thick mist, fluttering and fluttering.

Mo Ye stood fluttering in the shadow of the mountain, his soul was in the four domains, and dozens of Holy Ancestors flew over.

"Bold Soul Warrior dares to trespass on Holy Soul City". The murderous shadow roared.

"The soul passes by here, please make way for the holy friend."

"Presumptuous, do you think that the Holy Soul City is a place where you can come and leave as you say?" Another Holy Ancestor scolded, his voice loud and shaking the ground.

"The incarnation of the first order also has the guts to block the Soul Ancestor." Mo Xie burst his pupils and walked away in the morning breeze, not taking the two Holy Ancestors in his eyes at all.

At this time, the Sage had already looked at the Soul Realm, his face turned blue with fright, and he retreated one after another.

"There can be a Holy Cloud City Envoy here." Mo Xie took a step closer, and the holy priest who retreated with his pupils.

"No!" The Holy Ancestor was so frightened that his mouth was so frightened that he stammered.

"Tell the city lord of Holy Cloud City that the ancestor is waiting in the Nine Souls Mountain." After Mo Xie finished speaking, he floated away from the airspace leisurely.

The Holy Ancestors who were hiding in the air looked at the back of the soul man in a daze, and their hair was numb. For so many years, I had never heard of a soul in the Soul Domain who wanted to denounce the Holy City City Lord.

"Go back and report it". The Holy Ancestors fled like crazy, and none of them dared to stop the soul warriors.

The news went through the air, and in a few months, the entire holy realm was alarmed, and all the ethnic groups heard the news and moved to find out the news through various means, and on the other hand, they sent their own major cultivators to the "Nine Souls Mountain" in a hurry.

Soul City also got the message, and was shocked for a while. Micha is the soul ancestor who wants to challenge the city lord of Saint Cloud City. For tens of millions of years, there have been few wars between the Saint and Soul races, and even if there is, it is a trivial matter. After all, the two races have the same roots, the same ancestors, and the same ancestry, so there is no need to fight. Challenging the Holy City Lord has never happened before.

After checking and checking, I didn't find out who picked the incident, and the soul elders of the soul clan were all in the clan.

The main hall of the soul city floated in the middle of the soul peak, and the glittering hall was filled with a white mist.

Dozens of Blade Pupil Soul Ancestors hurriedly escaped into the Soul Palace, and the Soul Masters who guarded the hall were all calm and did not dare to make any mistakes. For 10,000 years, the Soul Clan rarely gathered the Blade Shadow Soul Ancestors, and even if the various clans invaded the Soul Domain, only sporadic Blade Shadow Soul Ancestors participated in the war.

The soul light flashed, and the soul hall was silent, and the ethereal sides of the hall with hundreds of soul shadow statues flashed with pale white light. Except for the soul statue, there was nothing else in the hall, and the dozens of soul ancestors who had escaped into the hall just now did not know where they went.

The souls are all vivid, like saints standing on the statues, waiting for all saints to worship. This is the Soul Clan's Soul Temple, how can there be a statue of the Holy Clan?

The airspace of the Soul Hall moved slightly, and a soul shadow disappeared into the statue. The statues on both sides moved. "I've seen the Soul Master".

The upper statue looks around the statues of the souls. "You can know who caused the turmoil".

The statues shook their heads, and a hollow voice replied: "The 'Nine Soul Mountain' has been restored to defense, and there is no Soul Ancestor in the mountain domain."

"The elder of the great soul investigates this matter carefully, the soul does not want to cause another incident, and is less of an enemy of all races, if this soul is found, it is persuaded to give up this battle."

The next statue bows slightly. "The city lord can rest assured, he will send several soul ancestors to guard the 'Nine Soul Mountain', and once there is any change, he will stop this matter."

"Okay, the Nine Great Shadow Palaces and the Thirty-six Void Palaces have all sent Exploding Ancestors to go without delay."

"Yes, according to the command of the lord of the city."

The hall then fell silent, and the statue of Venerable stood motionless in the hall. Rays of blue light flowed through the statue, swaying with a cold breath.

Outside the hall, dozens of soul shadows drifted into the pale white mist, leaving only a lonely temple shadow.

The mist waterfall pours down from the high mountain, stirring up a mist, and in the hazy haze, you can vaguely see the white waterfall mixed between the green mountains and green moss. Qin Ji sat on the misty and rainy black stone, and in his ears was the crisp sound of the water, "Bang La", "Bang La", as if the water spirit was singing.

To Qin Ji's ears, the sound of the water was tears dripping, giving people a sad and lonely feeling in the lonely night and moonlight, lamenting the impermanence of life.

The falling fog was swirling in the wind, with a trace of helplessness, a trace of silence, a trace of reluctance, and a trace of heartache, gently falling into the water, singing a parting song in a low voice.

Gently grabbed the harp beside him and inadvertently plucked a thick string. Wow, the heavy bass trembled in Qin Ji's heart, and he couldn't help but shake a line of cold tears falling from his cheeks.

The accent fell back into the fog, striking a black sky. Leave behind unclear handwriting, large and small. The shadow of the words fell with the fog and rain, and when it fell into the water, the handwriting became clearer. "Mo Xie, where are you".

It's been a long time since I've played the piano, are my hands raw?Qin Ji's fingers on the strings trembled. Since returning to Holy Soul City back then, everything has become so bumpy. The piano was placed in a sacred bag, and I don't know how much dust had fallen. The sound became so deep, so heavy.

A hundred miles away, is the Soul Domain. "Mo Ye, is that you? really you, did you go to the Soul Domain and forget Ji'er?"

The lonely figure, the thin desolation, through the wind and dust on the side. Qin Ji persistently guarded the scenery in her heart.

Tears, crescent moons, the stillness of the sunken walls. The cool moon is quietly accompanied, the dark strings are lightly pulled, and a song of the past red dust is played, who listens to the broken strings?

In the night wind, the trees chirp, and the mountains are cold. The staggered cold branches and autumn leaves, in the cold blowing in the clear corner, whimpered and shivered.

Mo Xie slowly opened his pupils, and the low, empty voice was like a sudden autumn wind sweeping the sky, and the wind was blowing. The atmosphere of parting was brewing everywhere in the air, and tears of parting were falling.

Although the sound of the piano is old, it is still like thousands of years ago, on the full moon night of the puppet realm, the cold sound of the piano can make people cry and bury desolation.

The beauties are close at hand, but Mo Xie doesn't have the courage to meet each other, one is the resentful daughter of the Holy Clan, and the other is the lone soul of the Soul Clan, the two domains are separated, what kind of result can be achieved if you see it or not.

Looking at the scattered leaves, desolate pieces, permeating everywhere, although the sadness of the heart was about to be released, Mo Xie's burst pupils became more and more cold.

Look at the eyes like ice, crystal clear and cold moonlight. Mo Ye stepped on the quiet moonlight and scattered the silver frost on the ground and floated into the sky.

For a long time, in the coldness of the afterimage disappearing, only the deep sound of the piano echoed in the mountains.

At the Wandering Soul Pass, the god operator sat in the stone chair, revealing a half-pale face, his eyes were half-hanging, and he was squinting at the bones on the stone case. Fingers ding, knocking in twos and threes.

Recently, the divine operator has been a little uncertain, and there is still a mind there, and a premonition has hit, and it is difficult to tell what it is.

"God operators aren't that scary, are they?" Shang Hong suppressed his voice and squeezed it out from between his teeth.

Da! Da! The god operator tapped gently, seemingly unhurried, and his heart was already chaotic and could not be messed up anymore.

I have never heard that a soul ancestor of the soul clan will challenge the city lord of Saint Cloud City, this thing is a little too bizarre. Who in the Soul Clan would do this, why would they do it, and what would they want to do?

There are too many questions, bothering the God operator, yes, it is not a matter of concern, there is no need to worry so much. However, this is too strange. It can't be, according to the secret report of the Soul Clan: "He has disappeared from the Soul Clan for hundreds of years, and it is said that he died at the 'Enthalpy Peak' that year."

If...... , the god operator shuddered, and was frightened by his own thoughts. "Impossible? absolutely impossible"?

The airspace moved slightly, and a crystal light flew down through the air. The god operator raised his half-crippled white eyebrows and looked at Jingxin who stopped in the air. "What will happen to the lord of the castle"?

Twist the crystal letter and gently press it on the center of the eyebrows. I couldn't help but lock my eyebrows into a pimple. "Why is the city lord in such a hurry to summon him"?

Crystal letter fell on the case. The god operator looked up at the dark and dreary temple.

Several Holy Ancestors also stood up in shock.

Buzz! The great array of city guards roared, and the palace trembled with it. A cloud of dust fell.

In the deserted sky, a bolt of lightning slashed towards the large protective array, and the arc light filled the air, and the array above his head was knocked out of a red fire hole. The ghost gate shook violently.

Poof! The Hall of Wandering Souls was shot out of the void, and a phantom crystal arrow shot at the pillar of the temple unbiasedly.