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A green bead was mixed with the dark dewdrops, and it was impossible to tell whether it was dew or the nectar of the flower against the background of the night.

Qingzhu flashed starlight, like the wind shaking the bead body, and a wisp of ghostly divine consciousness stared at the stone house hundreds of miles away.

In the quiet night, there was an incomprehensible sigh. The blue light flashed, and the green beads disappeared into the vast night.

The frantically swaying shadows in the stone house stopped suddenly, and Rao Su had already recovered his complexion, staring at the tender white hand with panicked eyes. "Mo Soul Friend ......"?

"Who? Who ......?" Chang Ye hugged Rao Su, blocking Xuening's skin, and looked at the stone pavilion door in panic.

"Faint!Senior sister, why didn't you block ......."

Rao Su's eyes were glazed, looking at the airspace, his heart was restless, as if he had been attacked by poisonous bees, and suddenly tightened. His lips quivered in pain, and large streams of tears glistened from under his thick eyelashes, lingering on his cheeks.

Changno's heart, like a small grass swaying under the wind and sand in the desert, has completely shrunk. Pulling the crispy fragrant shoulder. "What's going on with my sister".

Rao Su's eyes were filled with glittering moisture, and he couldn't stop crying, and he said for a long time: "Mo Shengyou was killed by Shengyun City."

Half of Tonano's black face was red, and the green tendons that were withered to the bones burst out. I was stunned for a moment. "You mean, these days, the spirit of Mo Shengyou is attached to your body"?

"Hmm!" Rao Su nodded.

"Didn't take away you"?

"Nope".

"Dizzy! So, Mo Shengyou wants to go to Soul City."

Rao Su woke up like a dream, stood up with a swish, his face was just blood-colored and pale, he didn't care about the light veil on the ground, the spring appeared, and he turned around and fled to the stone pavilion door.

"Come back, my aunt". Chang Ye pulled it back and turned into an afterimage.

"Oops! help me get dressed!" Rao Su was anxious and his face was red and sweaty.

"Don't worry, he can't run far without blood." Chang Ye hurriedly helped Rao Shu to put on the drape, and he was so anxious that he didn't listen to the call, forgetting his thoughts.

The moon that was about to set, wandered desperately on the edge of the swarthy peaks, the brook that passed through the valley glowed with cold silver, without a trace of wind, the treetops by the river swayed slightly, and the shadows of the trees in the shade of the trees were like ghostly shadows, changing like the magic wand of the morning.

A green bead fell on the leaves of the black ink, constantly shining with starlight, and a faint black gas condensed from the pearl, and then dispersed after a few breaths.

The Mo Evil Spirit stared at the deep and slightly white sky, and the few scattered stars were extremely dazzling. It was almost dawn again, Mo Xie only had a remnant soul left, and he didn't dare to approach the yang energy, and when he saw the thin sky, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Rao Su said: "There is a Zhu City 100,000 miles away, which is the border city of Xiaoliang Cave."

Looking at the shadow of the mountain under the sky, maybe Nagisa Castle is behind that mountain.

Mo Xie wanted to escape over the mountain beam, and bursts of scorching gas floated from the other side of the mountain. The pinprick pain spread through the soul's body, and the leaves couldn't help but tremble.

There is a wisp of pink on the top of the mountain, and the yang energy in the forest is even thicker.

The dawn glow gradually became silvery white. The rising sun reveals a crimson glow. In an instant, the fireball rose into the air, the glow was hidden, and a hundred pillars of light pierced through the cracks in the leaves of the forest.

Mo Xie felt that the entire wisp of soul consciousness was about to evaporate in an instant, and even though he hid in the tree, it was like falling into a furnace. The fiery pain spread through the soul. Mo Ye felt that his mouth was dry and was about to catch fire.

The ancient trees swayed in the scorching sun, and their yellow leaves fell down the stream and drifted away with the roaring water.

"Senior sisters, look, there are still trees with yellow leaves in the summer." Bursts of giggling came from the stream. A group of make-up saints fled by the stream, chattering non-stop.

"Really, look, what a beautiful old tree."

"What's so strange about autumn is not unseen".

"It's just because it's beautiful in the summer." Saints, you and I sat down on the pebbles by the brook one by one, and the beautiful yarns fell on the grass and hung on the trees, and the saints spread their long black hair and washed themselves with the cold water of the stream.

By the stream, an ancient yellow tree fluttered in the wind, and some of its leaves had turned red, some half red and half green. The red leaves are like flames that drift away with the wind and quietly fall into the water.

A black torrent splashed upward, and the black hair was thrown into the air like a waterfall. A few drops of splashed water fall on the red leaves, and the red color disappears in an instant, and after a few breaths, it turns from green to red again.

The little saint of the Gugen Realm was stunned by this scene, combing her dripping black hair, looking sideways at the ancient trees by the stream, and her small mouth was so shocked that she couldn't close it.

Bursts of moisture drifted close to the old red-leaved trees, and the thin white hands condensing at the droplets reached out to the cracked tree poles.

"Ahh

"What's the matter, junior sister". The saint who was laughing in the water looked at the ancient tree.

Inside the wet veil, a blackened body stood upright under the tree. The Eucharist fell in the grass, and the fingers caught in the bark were snapped.

The saints sat by the lake and were stunned, screaming like madness. He didn't bother to pack up the holy robes on the ground, and fled naked to the airspace.

Several crystalline rays of light escaped from the far realm like meteors, and in a moment, they escaped over the stream.

Two red rays of light swept straight through the blood-red ancient tree. Poof! The blood light burst open, and white trees flew up all over the sky.

"Who is the demon, dare to go to Xiaoliang Cave to spread wild"! Several Qi Condensation Realm saints stood in the empty space with angry eyes, their red pupils spitting fire staring at the ancient tree that had turned into ashes.

A roll of red light flew out of the smoke and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in an instant.

The four Qi Condensing Realm saints were dumbfounded, this soul light was too fast, a hundred miles in one breath, and escaped from the range of the saints' divine consciousness in a few breaths.

"Chase!" A saint shouted angrily.

"I want to die"!

The saints stopped in the air and didn't dare to move, the soul shadow was too fast, and it was a hundred miles away. Only the Sages of the Incarnation Realm have such speed.

"Quick! Inform the cave elders."

A ray of crystal light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the distance.

A few moments later, the blue sky cracked open with black cracks, and the two Holy Ancestors, one fat and one thin, stepped into the void with majestic faces.

The saints were busy kneeling and prostrating.

The two Holy Ancestors half-squinted their eyes and glanced at the disheveled saints. His gaze fell on the blackened bones in the grass again.

The Holy Ancestors took a deep breath, and a look of surprise appeared in their eyes. You must know that soul people suck the essence blood of saints, and most of them cannot hide their soul bodies because they are not born soul mist.

"What a strong soul sense". The thin-faced Saint Ancestor said with a calm face.

"Hmm"! The fat-faced Holy Ancestor responded, his heart heavy.

No matter how weak the Solid Root Realm Sage's divine sense is, it is impossible for the Soul Collector to instantly absorb all the essence blood, and now seeing the corpse of the Holy Maiden, the fat-faced Saint Ancestor has no bottom in his heart.

If a sage wants to transform his soul, he can only hope after breaking through the Qi Condensation Realm and absorbing the three qi of Yin and Yang, and looking at the corpse is definitely not something that a soul in the Qi Condensing Realm can do.

The two Holy Ancestors glanced at each other, and each understood in their hearts. Look up at the vast mountains.

"With this bit of essence blood, he can't escape far."

The Fat Saint Ancestor nodded, the corners of his mouth grinning slightly. "Are you sure"?

The Thin Saint Ancestor's mouth moved, and a look of shame appeared on his face.

"Alright, let him go to Soul City!

"Yes, yes".

The Thin Saint Ancestor looked back at the disciples, his face was very ugly. "What are you waiting for, don't take care of the aftermath yet."

The four Qi Condensation Realm Holy Ancestors also panicked, and hurriedly led their disciples to collect the dead corpses in the grass, and followed the two Holy Ancestors into the void.

The night crept in, the sky was gray, and the stars were looming with their faint light.

Two dark shadows appeared by the stream, surveying the empty meadow.

"What a thick corpse gas". The dark shadow touched his nose.

"What kind of corpse is angry, chase after it! Mo Soul Friend is injured again." The sound of coquettishness echoed in the night sky.

"How can my sister chase after us, we are not as fast as him." The dark shadow grumbled back.

"If you don't chase, I'll chase". The blue light flashed, and the slender black shadow fled into the distance.

"Hey, sister, wait for me." Another black shadow disappeared into the night sky.

The shadows are sparse and slanted, the night fog floats, and in the flowing night, countless bright spots fly under the moonlight, and the red stamen is dotted. In the clearing of the dense forest, a raised rock, with a few patches of moss growing on it, had become shaggy, and at the foot of the rock was a babbling stream, tinkling with a shimmering silver veil.

The spirit of Mo Xie fell on the hairy mossy stone, quietly looking up at the starry sky, and a little light fell, it was not a star, it was the pollen of the bitter flower on the top of the head, just like when I saw the fireflies in the puppet realm, it flashed with cold light.

When he was a sage, Mo Ye had never seen such a beautiful pollen, and he didn't know that in the world of soul people, there was a starry sky that was even more beautiful than the starry sky. The bits and pieces of glitter blend with the night sky and stars, making the whole vision a dreamlike psychedelic one.

The Mo evil spirit did not have the slightest ecstasy, and the bottom of his heart suddenly felt sad. Sitting under the tree of bitterness, the moonlight shone slightly raising the clear pearl countenance.

A bitter flower gently landed in front of the small soul bead, and the whispering sound of the wind echoed on the mossy stone. "I'm sorry ......".

A gust of wind blew, and the bitter flowers fell in the brook and drifted with the glow to the distant mountain stream. The Mo Evil Spirit felt an invisible resentment echoing in his body, and wanted to cry, but there was not a single tear.

Mo Evil Spirit didn't know that sucking the essence blood of the Sage would be so terrifying, he just sucked it gently, and actually sucked all the essence blood of the little Holy Maiden. Maybe the realm of the little saint is too low, the soul is undecided, the holy root and Peiyuan are not divided, and they don't even have a chance to transform their souls.

A crystal light gathered into a whip-shaped sword shadow, slashing at the gurgling stream, falling silently. Mo Evil Spirit stared at the water in a daze, and now he didn't even have a chance to vent.

The whip-shaped sword shadow condensed by the soul qi could not cut the matter at all, let alone vent the bitterness in his heart.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry!" The Mo Evil Spirit could only repeat the sound of the wind, and no saint could hear it, so he could only repent silently.