The sword soul leaned against the cold stone, glancing at the lost soul of Mo Soul. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "I can see that eight or nine times out of ten, you kid will die for love".

The Mo Evil Spirit walked around the cave that was not deep, and found nothing wrong, silently stopping on the stone wall, staring at the entrance of the cave that was gradually brightening.

Seeing that Mo Soul ignored it, Sword Soul muttered to himself boredly for a while. "You guard, I've cultivated."

"Sister Angmo...... , Sister Angmo". A soft call turned into the Mo Evil Spirit Divine Sense.

Spirits shuddered, and the spirit of Mo Evil was awakened by the shouting. When did you fall asleep?

The sword soul stared at the entrance of the cave with two clicks. "Holy Maiden"?

After speaking, the sword soul slowly disappeared into the stone crevice.

The saintess outside the cave did not enter the cave, and after shouting twice, she left silently.

The heart of the Mo Evil Spirit was lowered and he let out a long breath. Although I don't know what realm the saint is outside, she can sense a powerful demonic sense.

The sword soul stuck its head out of the crack in the stone and asked in surprise, "Gone."

Mo Evil Spirit Soul dotted the soul light. "Gone".

After a pause, the Mo Evil Spirit asked, "Sword Soul Friend, can the Demon Sense the Soul Person?"

"I know that this ancestor was just a condensing realm saint before his death, and he hadn't even seen a soul person, let alone a demon person."

After knowing that Manran was a demon, Mo Evil Spirit had too many questions in his heart. She is a third-order saintess of condensing qi, and it is impossible to sense the soul person in this realm, and what is even more strange is that she can understand the wind language of the soul person.

"Don't think nonsense, let's go to the Soul City and talk about it after we turn into a soul." Sword Soul looked at Mo Soul's blank appearance and said angrily.

"Okay, let's go tonight."

The sunset could not keep the sunset, and gradually reflected the stone wall on the side of the cave, and a few leaf shadows swayed at the entrance of the cave, showing a reddish color.

"Falling, falling, falling quickly". The sword soul muttered in the shadows of the cave.

The Mo Evil Spirit flashed twice, and since there was no Snow Nu to follow, it became more and more awkward to hear the sound of broken mouths.

Bursts of yin qi surged, and the cave area darkened.

The sword soul flew out of the cave. "Mo Soul Friend is gone".

The sword soul escaped in a puff of smoke. A wisp of dark incense wafted in, and countless starlights converged into a curved path of light.

The Mo Evil Spirit followed the monkey-like sword soul and fled into the sky along the light path condensed by the bitter locust incense, stopping and walking, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the evening breeze slowly brought a burst of flowers and trees mixed with the faint fragrance, a touch of red sunset shone on the cliff, the afterglow of the woods showed a flame-like red, tidbits fluttering on the edge of the cliff, like a dream like a light veil.

The sword soul escaped to the entrance of the cave and looked at the shadow of the city shrouded in red clouds under the cliff. "Mo Soul Friend, let's go into the city today and smoke some"?

The Mo Evil Spirit looked down on the mountain city. "Let's go and keep watch on the holy road!"

"We have been guarding for two days, and the Holy One will go out of the city at night." The sword soul was full of resentment, although he was unhappy in his heart, he also understood what Mo Soul was worried about.

"Or ...... You go yourself".

The sword soul flashed twice. "As if I'm afraid, I'm afraid you're too lonely, or I'd have gone into the city earlier."

The Mo Evil Spirit didn't squeak.

A white light flashed, like a wielding sword, and the rumbling sound echoed through the hole. Immediately after, rain stars the size of soybeans fell. The stone wall at the entrance of the cave burst into blood-colored stone flowers.

The sword soul and the Mo evil spirit didn't have time to dodge. "Hiss!" took two breaths of blood.

"Hey, hey, here, there's a fight." The sword soul laughed and pursed his lips. "A saint".

The Mo Evil Spirit looked at the mist thrown by the gods and demons in the air outside the cave, and the gray scattered thousands of threads of blood, and several wisps of powerful divine consciousness penetrated from the mist that was about to be sewn together. It was like rows of sharp arrows shooting at an angle on the stone wall.

The sword soul was startled, turned around and fled into the cave.

The Mo Evil Spirit didn't dare to pretend to be big, and followed him to hide in the stone crevice.

"Can Mo Soul Friend change places, I'm almost squeezed to death."

"Don't ......". The Mo Evil Spirit stopped the sword soul and was outside the cave.

A burst of blood rushed into the cave, as if something heavy had fallen at the entrance of the cave.

The sword soul pulled the Mo soul who was blocking the outside. "It's so fragrant, let me see".

Mo Soul squeezed into the crack, and the sword soul was so frightened that it retracted into the depths of the gap.

The gore grew heavier and heavier, gradually moving closer to the gap. The gap was dark, and nothing could be seen.

In the cave, the witch in a blue gauze shirt, her face facing the stone wall, her slender body was covered with patches of blood, her long hair was draped over her vest, and she was gently held by a silver ribbon, and the smoke shrouded the demon's body, and a pool of blood soaked under her legs.

The Mo Evil Spirit took a long suck, and immediately the ink in the soul was filled, and it actually burped a lot.

The sword soul sucked hard, and the soul body turned black, and it took a long time to breathe. "What a strong blood".

The Mo Evil Spirit Soul also sensed that the source of consciousness in the essence blood was extremely strong, and the blood flowing on the stone wall did not suck the two wisps of soul. If the weak divine sense sucks it up, I am afraid that the blood will have dried up long ago.

"This blood demon is too strong."

"Yes, let's die, we have to find a way to save some blood, it will be of great use in the future." The sword soul was squeezed out of the slit.

"What are you squeezing? You can't get out at all." Mo Evil Spirit shouted angrily.

"It's there that holds down the cracks in the stone"

"Ass". Mo Evil Spirit replied angrily.

"It's bad luck".

The witch who fell on the edge of the stone wall did not move, and the blood line flowed down her jet-black hair, and when it reached the tip of the hair, it stopped for a while, and fell into a pool of blood under her.

"See the witch?" shouted from outside the cave.

"Senior brother, the fog is too big, I can't reach too far, let's look for it when the fog recedes."

There was silence outside the cave for a while. "Okay! Be careful, the witch is too insidious, go and save my sister."

The witch's body slanted down, and her white jade arm fell down the stone wall.

"Lit". The spirit of Mo evil and the soul of the sword escaped from the cracks in the stone.

"Ahh The sword soul stared at the bloody witch and smiled treacherously.

The witch who fell on the cave wall, her magic armor was tattered, her hair covered her cheeks, and only the small half of her beautiful eyes were closed. There was no blood in his pale eyes, and his eyes didn't move.

The spirit of Mo Evil floated to the witch's side and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Has Mo Soul Friend figured out a way?" Sword Soul looked at the essence blood on the stone ground, and his eyes straightened. Seeing that Mo Soul looked at it so closely, he hurriedly asked.

"Well, I can save her."

"Save her, you are crazy, demons and saints are our enemies, and one less one will die." The sword soul shouted angrily.

"I studied medicine before I died." Mo Evil Spirit said disapprerovingly.

"You're crazy, you're crazy". The sword soul was so angry that it turned in circles, but there was no way.

The Mo Evil Spirit Soul turned his head to look at the Sword Soul, his eyes glaring fiercely. "You have a way".

"Nope". The sword soul wilted back.

"Then listen to me, you watch, I'll go collect medicine." The spirit of Mo Evil floated towards the entrance of the cave.

The sword soul immediately stopped the Mo soul. "You're crazy, it's daytime and you want to burn to death".

"Foggy". The Mo Evil Spirit dodged out of the cave.

The sword soul muttered as he looked at the mist that filled the hole. "Herbs, you think it's a sage."

A thick fog filled the mountains, and the trees could only be seen as a black shadow, vague and still tall.

The Mo Evil Spirit floated in the mist, just like a thin wind that blew a black line in the thick fog.

The fog was too heavy, and the flowers and plants in the forest were bathed in water vapor and drooped their leaves. The spirit of Mo Evil walked between the leaves, and was sometimes bounced up flexibly by the slender stems and leaves, and hit a big head.

I found one piece, another piece, and in the blink of an eye I passed through several dense forests.

A petite purple plush flower is full of colorful streamers hiding in the grass, deep purple stamens, a puddle of dew shiny, delicate, like tears in the eyes of a loving girl, as if falling non-falling, crumbling, lining the purple flowers more tender.

Mo Evil Spirit took a long breath, although the "Holy Thistle" is not a life-saving miracle medicine, the effect of stopping bleeding is very good.

"If there is a 'decisive grass'......". The Mo Evil Spirit actually remembered the "Decisive Injury Grass" in the holy bag, and that was all from the time of the puppet realm.

Looking at the dark green flower stems, the base is covered with white filamentous hairs, like white velvet and emerald green clothes on the leaves.

The Mo Evil Spirit Soul stretched out its soul silk and grabbed the edge of the leaf jagged, and the crystal clear dew flowed down the leaf veins, and the sky above the soul silk was as empty as a wilderness. There is no flower soul? Looking at the budding flower bones in the fog. Mo Evil Spirit Soul grew eyelids. If the "Holy Thistle" does not have a flower soul, it will not be able to obtain the essence of the medicine, and it is impossible to absorb the essence of the medicine.

The soul silk circled, and then grabbed the core of the purple petals. There was a long sniff. The whole "holy thistle" wilted into a pile of dead grass.

Mo Evil Spirit flashed his soul light in astonishment, looking at the flower shadow on the soul silk. "It can really catch the soul of the flower".

When he came, the Mo Evil Spirit had no bottom in his heart. When planting the domain, Mo Xie knew that the planter had a soul, but he didn't know when he would be able to divide the soul. In order to save the witch, I can only hold the idea of trying it.,Sure enough, the flower has a flower soul.。

With the Sage's skill, thousands of miles of scorched earth, how many flower souls and grass souls will be struggling? The Mo Evil Spirit Soul sighed and floated into the mist.

"It's back". As soon as he entered the cave, the sword soul greeted him with a grin.

Mo Evil Spirit glanced at the sword soul, and always felt that this smile was a little weird, and looked at the witch still lying on the edge of the cave wall, and a lot of blood oozed from under her body.

"Have you picked the herbs?" Sword Soul looked at Mo Soul curiously.

The Mo Evil Spirit Soul waved the medicine shadow in his hand, floated to the witch's side, and gently put the flower soul in front of his nose. As soon as the hand was released, the flower soul flew into the nose.

The witch's body spasmed, and the blood beneath her body disappeared.

"Ahh......h The sword soul was half exclaimed, and choked back again.

"What did you say?" the Mo Evil Spirit asked.

"Nothing, the blood is gone". Sword Soul said with a stumbling face.

Mo Evil Spirit Soul glanced at the Sword Soul strangely.

"I'll hide first, and the witch will wake up in a while." The sword soul fled into the crack in the stone.

The spirit of Mo evil lingered beside the witch. The Holy Thistle Soul is a little strange, just inhaled it, the blood from the witch was sucked back again, and the blood on the body gradually disappeared. It's just that the witch shows no signs of waking up.

The morning light, which did not have time to show its face, fell down the mountain, and the wind in the valley carried a heavy coolness, driving away the white mist and wandering towards the cave.