Clusters of sudden purple flames instantly leaped over the top of the blood-colored mountain and fled quickly into the endless darkness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Three blue rays of light flew away, instantly blocking the purple light. The afterimage paused, revealing an old saint.

The old face was engraved with wrinkles, his hands and feet trembled slightly, his mouth was open, he didn't know what he was saying, his mouth was bleeding, and he was spitting blood bubbles like no teeth. A pair of blood-colored eyes sunk deep inward, tears flowing.

"Hehehe! It's really rare for a little cultivator to live to this point." In the blue aura, there was a cold smile of the saint.

The old saint's bony hand was raised and saluted to the three auras. "The three Holy Ancestors are not a group of rebels, they are imprisoned in the army."

The crystal shaft unfolds in the air. Countless black lights flickered, and the light and shadow stopped. An old face appeared on the crystal screen, and two words flashed under the image. "Cadre".

"Cadre! A member of the rebel lineage, the leader of the thief will be a disciple of the next generation. Do you have anything else to say?" The crystal screen flashed with detailed information such as the cadre's birthplace and lineage.

The cadre's face was pale, and his high cheeks made his eye sockets deeper. Three strange swords were held in his hands, and the shiny blades were burning with cyan fire.

"I want to die! I'll give you a ride." A finger flew out of the blue halo and crossed the air. The shadow of the fork is solid, turning into a blue cone of light.

The cool wind blew, and the blue halo trembled slightly, and it bounced dozens of feet away.

The sage in the aura, seeing a rolling green wave, stirred up the waves and fluttering on the "Nine Rings Self-Defense Aura", before he could see what it was, his eyebrows were cold, and the domain of consciousness became black and empty.

The blue light shattered, and three black-headed holy bodies lay in the airspace.

The cadre jumped, and before he could make a move, the three Qi Condensation Realm Saints died.

"Thank you Holy Ancestor for saving your life, and you will never forget it." The cadre knelt in the air and kowtowed repeatedly, kowtowing dozens of times, but he didn't see the Holy Ancestor speak.

The cadre stood up in a panic, and the strange god sensed the four domains.

Whew! A strange smell came to my nose. The cadre has no chance to escape, a flower shadow stares in front of his eyebrows, and the cadre is so frightened that he looks at the flower shadow and grins.

The shadow of the flower flashed into the center of his eyebrows, and the cadre almost cried in fright. Holding his head and screaming, he jumped twice, stood straight in the air, stared at the chaotic eyes, the ghost light flashed in his eyes, his grinning mouth was open, and the drooping halazi dripped all over his body.

Half an hour later, the general shivered and came to his senses. Wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth, touching the slightly painful eyebrows, he couldn't help but close his eyes, his head was about to explode, and he was swollen and painful. Careful divine sense, there are dozens of secret techniques.

"Dotting the Void Technique...... Soul Breaker...... Wood Retreat...... Stone Retreat...... Water Escape...... Illusion ......". The more the cadre looks at it, the more stunned he becomes, and the more he looks at it, the more stupid he becomes.

The cadre has been mixing in the Holy Domain for more than a thousand years, but he has not been mixed in vain, and he can't understand anything else, but he still knows this earth-shattering secret technique. Most of these dozens of techniques have not been seen, but they have heard of it, "Dun Mu Technique" and "Dun Stone", "Dun Water", "Escape Land", "Escape Kong" and are the five major techniques. Today, I got it inexplicably, and there is more than one.

"It's just ......"! The cadre was strange in his heart, all the spells were top-level secret arts, why was there only a point empty technique that was practiced only by the first order of agility.

The cadre didn't dare to think about it, bowed to the void three times, and fled into the dark mountain shadow in a panic.

The other end of the mountain was still bloody, and the whirlwind swept in bursts of anger and whistling, and only a bitter sound could be heard, like a wolf howling and hissing.

It was a few days before the Sage crossed the mountain and flew in front of the dangling corpse.

The two Great Sages looked at the three holy bodies with black and withered heads in amazement. Pale with fright.

"What should Elder Yao do, the young master has been killed." The jade-faced saint asked in a trembling voice.

Yao Wei didn't squeak, and his face was like white paper. "Report to the master".

"Yes". The jade-faced saint just wanted to send the letter crystal.

"Wait......". Yao Wei shouted to stop, escaped to a withered corpse, and took a closer look. There was a little warmth on his face.

"Hurry! The young master is not dead yet." Yao Wei picked up the withered corpse and fled to the mountain peak.

The jade-faced saint's face sank, his nose snorted, and he grabbed the dead corpse on the ground and followed.

The wind in the valley carried a heavy coolness, driving away the white mist and swaying down the mountain. The setting sun rolls in a golden-red glow and sinks into the gloomy horizon. The shadows of the peaks grew thicker and thicker, blending in with the night, and the faint outlines of the trees in the distance emerged as continuous light blue lines.

A ghostly light floated from the forest, and the light loomed.

The Mo Evil Spirit looked up at the mountain peak, although the blood light fell, the thick blood qi overflowed the top of the mountain.

The ghostly light flickered, and the spirit of Mo Evil floated to the top of the mountain.

The yellow mist dots, churning one after another, around the black slurry stone, rushed up for a while, and the fishy smell solidified, which was disgusting.

On the flat hole stone, there are no starry bones. The Mo Evil Spirit has been gone for a long time, and he can't even find a holy artifact. The only thing left was a puff of yellow smoke, floating and drifting, and everything became hazy.

"Let's go, let's go! Leave behind a lot of grievances, and the soul city can be regenerated." A long voice turned in the yellow mist, crying out mournfully.

A white light flew into the air, turning into small droplets of crystal water. A few squeaks fell on the inky black stone face. The yellowish mist turned white and gradually disappeared, leaving only a gentle, greasy dampness on the stone surface.

The smell of a strange anther scent, a little drunk, gradually spreads.

Huge gourds floated in the inky airspace. The medicine magpie sat on the gourd, gently sprinkled with rune light, the rune pattern flew, becoming ten thousand points of crystal light, like sad tears dripping from the air, and the yellow blood gradually disappeared, leaving a heavy scent.

"Go, go, leave behind the sins heavy, and the soul realm can be cultivated." The medicine magpie raised the talisman light, lowered his head, and his voice was sad.

Suddenly, the medicine magpie raised its head and looked at a smoke barrier. Consciousness fluctuates. "Let's go, let's go along the path of the soul! goodbye to the city of grudges and resentments."

The Mo Evil Spirit looked at the gray-haired old saint from a distance, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. Impatiently fleeing to another realm.

The medicine magpie consciousness was aware of the distant pink light in the night haze, and his brows couldn't help but lock. "Bi Xinzi died in battle, why didn't he hear the news. Is it a passing scattered soul"?

Yao Que was full of suspicions in his heart, although the Mo Evil Spirit Soul did not transform into a soul, it was still just a soul bead. The Incarnation Realm Saint can completely realize that the soul breath of the soul bead is too heavy, and only the soul breath of the Incarnation Realm is so terrifying.

"Let's go, let's go! Leave behind a lot of grievances, and the soul city can be regenerated." The medicine magpie repeated over and over again.

The Mo Evil Spirit passed through the thousands of miles of igneous plains and floated along the glittering soul path.

Floating out of a hundred miles, the Mo Evil Spirit stopped in the air, staring intently at a stone gravel. A faint breath of soul came from among the stones.

"What a familiar soul breath"? Mo Evil Spirit floated onto the gravel.

In the rocks, the pink crystal light shone with a phosphorus fire, hissing and rising green smoke.

The Mo Evil Spirit Soul stretched out its soul silk and wanted to grab the soul bead, but the soul silk accidentally touched the stone, and a phosphorus fire exploded.

Hum! Mo Evil Soul Bead trembled and withdrew a few feet away. Look at the soul silk burned off a small section.

"Phosphoflint". Mo Ye was also dumbfounded.

This "phosphorus flint" is not an ordinary stone, this stone is a kind of hidden sun stone, which can hit sparks, and when it is in the puppet realm, the puppet people often use it to make fire, called "flint".

Mo Evil Spirit Soul didn't expect that this kind of flint could actually incinerate the soul bead of the soul person.

Looking at the burning soul beads in the "Phosphorus Flint", the Mo Evil Spirit was dumbfounded, and watched the green smoke ignite.

Whoosh! Mo Ye floated back to the Fire Rock Plain.

"Let's go, let's go! Leave behind a lot of grievances, and the soul city can be regenerated." The medicine magpie raised the talisman light, shouted bitterly, and the wisps of faint fragrance filled everywhere.

The medicine magpie withdrew the runic light that it wanted to raise, and the divine consciousness of the approaching soul breath flashed with doubt in his eyes.

"Holy friend, there is one thing to ask for below." The soul of Mo Evil escaped from the soul shadow, and the divine consciousness said.

Yao Magpie laughed. "Soul friend, the sage and the soul are incompatible, you beg me, have you thought about the consequences."

The Mo Evil Spirit was silent. "The soul believes that the Holy Friend is not such a Holy Being."

"Wrong"! The medicine magpie interrupted the soul consciousness of the Mo evil spirit. "The ancestor is here, not for the soul saver, but to drive the soul into the 'soul destroying array'."

Mo Evil Spirit was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect it to be like this.

"However, soul friends have nothing to do with this matter, I can let you go, but it is not so easy to save the soul in the array, and it will set yourself on fire, and you can't get out of the 'Soul Destroying Array'." The medicine magpie turned around, and lost its previous hard energy.

The Mo Evil Spirit was stunned by the medicine magpie, and he didn't know that sentence was true.

"Holy friend, even if I can't get out of the 'Soul Destroying Array', I want to save this wisp of soul, please ask Holy Friend to lend me a wisp of cold breath."

The medicine magpie snorted. "Soul friend, you are too presumptuous, do you want me to be unjust? It is already a merciful act to let you go, don't get cheap and sell well."

"Dead old man, hardened again". Mo Evil Spirit scolded in his heart.

A ball of purple flame struck unusually strangely, and the Mo Evil Spirit fled hundreds of feet away in a flash.

"Dare to scold me, can't you feel it when you are the ancestor?" The medicine magpie twisted the ring of fire and glared at the Mo evil spirit. "Get out! don't get bored here."

The Mo Evil Spirit stared at the distant gourd, and fled towards the "Soul Destroying Array" in a blink of an eye.

Yao Que looked at the soul beads in the distance, shook his head, let out a long sigh, and muttered silently. "This soul is really like Mo Xie."

Hundreds of miles away, the Mo Evil Spirit stood on the edge of the Fire Rock Plain, looking at the boundless stone mountains.

Only then did the Mo Evil Spirit discover that the rocks and gravel all over the mountain were all terrifying "phosphorus flints." Sure enough, it was a formation. I can't imagine how much resentment there is between the saints and the saints who died in battle, and they have to be killed in such a way.

The "Phosphorus Flint Formation" stretched for thousands of miles, and the Mo Evil Spirit Soul Consciousness could not see the edge of the formation.

If the Mo Evil Spirit didn't want to save that wisp of soul, and ventured into the big array, it wouldn't be able to get out of the big array at dawn, and there would be only a dead end.