In the temple domain, the aura fluctuated violently. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info nestled in Mo Xie's arms, his eyelashes as black as ink and his eyes full of wild eyes jumping wildly.

The holy devil's hair hung straight down in front of his face, sticking to his head like a broken felt. Parted between the eyebrows, revealing a toothless mouth. "Elder Mo".

Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, and gently pushed away Bian Le and Gu Xin in his arms. He choked out twice. "Holy Elder, I don't know what is going on."

The holy devil straightened his unkempt hair, hehehe. "Elder Mo, my 'Soul Bead' has spied this thing, I don't know if I want to see it."

Mo Xie's face was slightly gloomy, knowing what the Holy Devil was talking about.

"Holy devil, if you have something to say, don't hide in Tibet."

"Hahaha, it's really refreshing, I want to ask Elder Mo to help me find a holy woman." The holy devil showed half of his black face, and said with a smile.

"Who"?

After the holy devil finished speaking, he glanced at the two holy women sitting beside Mo Xie, and he was so angry in his heart! It's a pity that now I have that heart, but I don't have that power.

Mo Ye frowned, this name was very unfamiliar, he had never heard of it, he thought for a while, and shook his head. "Please elaborate".

The face of the holy devil is like a knife with frost, and his bottomless eyes shoot out from between the cracks of his hair, and his body exudes a cold temperament!

"Hehe, I can't tell, you better see for yourself."

Whew! An icy light flew over.

Mo Xie took the crystal shaft that was full of cold breath, his face flashed with incomprehension, he really couldn't think of who it was, why was the holy devil so murderous.

glanced at Bian Le and Gu Xin, who were angry on the left and right, and slowly pulled away in front of him.

When the picture flashed, Mo Ye's face turned red to the base of his neck, and Bian Le and Gu Xin were so shocked that they hurriedly covered their eyes.

Fine sweat slipped down his forehead and smashed on his skirt armor like a broken thread.

The scene flashed, Mo Ye's face twitched spasmodically, and gradually became pale, as if frightened, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, his eyes stared at the optical axis, and his breathing stopped temporarily.

The Holy Devil's face twitched, his eyes darkened, and he shone with uncontrollable anger, staring at Mo Ye fiercely.

Bian Ledu was about to explode his lungs, and he only hated that his silver teeth creaked and creaked, and he almost bit his lip to suppress his anger.

"Shameless"!

There was a crisp sound, and Mo Xie's head buzzed, and his face was burning with pain.

A black shadow flew out of the temple, leaving behind a heart-wrenching sourness.

Gu Xin's lips and cheeks were extremely white, turning into a wisp of black smoke and following out.

Mo Xie touched his cheeks in a daze, and five slender finger prints were deeply imprinted on his face.

Mo Ye put away the crystal shaft with a numb expression and glanced at the holy devil. "How can I help".

"Go back to her". The Holy Devil seemed to have been frightened by the change just now. The Holy Maiden of the Condensing Qi Realm dared to slap the Holy Ancestor of the Incarnation Realm, this was something she had never seen before, even if she had changed herself, she would have already burst into thunder, and she had to kill the Holy Maiden with one skill.

"Where"?

"Demon Domain, she was taken away by the Demon City Lord in order to save you." The holy devil said with a little weakness, he didn't know what happened back then, whether Mo Ye remembered it.

"Okay, I will go and save her, and if I have one thing to ask for, take my two holy loves back to the Holy Sword Mountain."

"Ah"! The holy devil readily agreed, feeling that Mo Xie was not the kind of shameless person, ruthless and unrighteous.

"After the affairs of Shengyun City, I will go to the Demon Domain."

After Mo Xie finished speaking, he held the crystal shaft and stared at the airspace with hesitant eyes.

The holy devil stood for a while, saw that Mo Xie was no longer speechless, and left the temple in silence.

The ethereal peak was galloping, and for a moment the black clouds covered the overhead. The wind whistled the trees on the side of the mountain. Lightning scurried in the air like a zigzag chilian. With a deafening thunder, a torrential rain fell from the sky.

Bian Le stood in the wind and rain with his face covered, letting the torrential rain pour down from the top of his head. Gu Xin hugged Bian Le's trembling shoulders, blinked his dull eyes, and wept as he stared at the leaden gray sky.

It was too sudden, Gu Xin couldn't believe that it was true, how could Mo Ye do such a shameful thing. However, from Mo Ye's expression, he could read everything. "It's true"!

After a long time, Bian Le put down his hand and staggered into the rain.

Gu Xin didn't dare to look back. The shadow of the mountain behind him gradually faded and blurred, and the intermittent sound of rain drifted into my ears. The rain mixed with tears slipped from his face and dripped on the undulating chest peaks, shattered, and bloomed with resentful ......flowers.

The rain was like thousands of magic fingers, gradually blocking Mo Ye's divine sense, looking at the sad figures of Bian Le and Gu Xin, Mo Ye slowly closed his eyes.

Thousands of rain threads plucked the strings and played a kaleidoscopic sound. No one knows, why didn't Mo Ye explain?

"Come on, Elder Miao, please." Mo Ye said in a deep voice.

The sage who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time answered, and the atmosphere did not dare to exit the cornerstone, and no one knew what was happening in the hall.

Half an hour later, Miao Meng hurried into the main hall under the rain and with a wooden cane.

After another hour, Miao Meng stood trembling outside the hall and bowed deeply to the main hall again and again, so frightened that the saints outside the hall knelt in the airspace.

Miao Meng turned around, his eyes a little red. "This peak, from now on, the peak will be closed, and Elder Mo will retreat and cultivate."

"Yes!" The sages followed Miao Meng and fled away from the mountain domain. Countless rain arrows shot through the stagnant water on the ground, and the vague mountain peaks disappeared into the smoke and rain.

Wanyun Cave Shencheng is hidden in the clouds and mist, hazy like a mirage. The vague shadow of the city reveals a majestic silhouette. The cyan peaks float in the fog like islands in the ocean, flickering and flickering.

The cloud-like mist was knocked open of the Holy Mist Cave, darkened a little, and was swallowed up by the squeezed mist.

Outside the gate of Shen City, the holy shadow of the Dao Dao was soaked in mist, the thin hazy moisture wet the face, the soft fluff on the face hung with extremely fine water droplets, Ying Ying smiled, the eyelashes fell on the soft droplets, and the cool slid down the cheeks, moistening to the bottom of the heart.

No saint realized the beauty of the fog and hurried to the city gate covered in mist.

A white-clothed saintess, her hair beaded with water, and her snow-white holy armor was soaked and set against her graceful curves. The white veil covered half of his face, and only the pearlescent eyelashes hid a pair of elven phoenix eyes.

The head of the holy woman bowed slightly, as if afraid that the saint would recognize her, and hurried into the city gate.

"Holy Friend, Root Crystal". The priest sitting on the edge of the city shouted casually.

The white-clothed saint tilted her head sideways, took out a crystal tablet and gently pressed it on the crystal cover.

The gatekeeper jumped up, his eyes almost jumping out of his sockets. staring at the slender shadow entering the city, his mouth trembled and said, "Less...... Few...... Lord".

Leaning on the stone statue, the old saint who was closed to the gods widened his eyes sharply. "Wu Zhuang, who"?

The gatekeeper pointed to the gate, and was a little speechless with excitement. "Nozomi ...... ...... The master of the door, yes...... Bai Juan...... Brook...... Young Master".

The dark shadow flashed, and Xi Rong stood on the bustling street, and the holy head was moving in the street, and there was the shadow of the saint in white.

Wu Zhuang followed behind Xi Geng, and his mind was aware of the street. "Door master, does the young master want to participate in the holy dress ceremony?"

Xi Rong nodded, the once-in-a-century Holy Costume Ceremony in Holy Cloud City was about to begin, and all the holy places in the Holy Domain would select elite disciples to participate, and the Scattered Saints could also go to the nearby city to participate in the pre-selection with their strength. Tomorrow's qualifiers will begin, and the young master Bai Juan, who has disappeared for more than a thousand years, appears in Shencheng, and must want to participate in the Holy Costume Ceremony.

"Hmm!" he mumbled for a long time.

"What should I do?" Wu Zhuang asked in a low voice.

"What to do? I didn't see anything." Shea shook his sleeves and stepped out of the city gate.

"Oh! that's dazzling." Wu Zhuang turned his head and followed.

As soon as Wu Zhuang escaped from the city gate, he was knocked on his head.

"Blind! dare to hit the ancestor." Wu Zhuang jumped up and roared angrily.

Looking at it, Wu Zhuang was so frightened that his face turned white, and he was busy making a big salute, his feet were weak several times, and he almost didn't kneel on the ground.

A jade-faced saint smiled faintly. "Where does the envoy of the Holy Cloud City live"?

Wu Zhuang lowered his head, his hair was dripping with beads of sweat, and he became stumbling again. "Holy ...... Ancestor...... At...... Castle Lord...... Host...... House".

The jade-faced saint didn't ask any more questions, and escaped into the city gate.

Xi Gang glared at Wu Zhuang, and said, "You have met a good Holy Ancestor today."

Wu Zhuang stretched out his tongue and cautiously retreated to the city gate, wiping cold sweat from time to time.

After the jade-faced saint escaped into the city gate, he muttered something in a whisper as he looked at the noisy street market with a smile on his face. "I didn't expect Shencheng to be so lively."

After standing for a while, the jade-faced saint priest looked east, walked west, and followed the holy stream towards the city.

If you want to get the Shengyun service, you must first taste the Yujia sachet!

The jade-faced saint priest stopped and looked at the deserted bun disguise. "Holy friend, come five sachets."

"Okay, Holy Ancestor, you just buy my fragrant buns, I have been mixed in Shencheng for hundreds of years, and I have experienced three holy costume ceremonies, as long as I have eaten my buns, I will get a holy armor." With a simple big lip, the saint spat at the star, and praised Haikou.

The jade-faced saint looked at the first-order saint priest who was looking at the buns, and his heart was amused. "It's really rare for the saints of Peixingjing to sell steamed buns."

"Hey, Holy Ancestor, you're really right. There's nothing in Shencheng that I don't know." The honest saint nodded and handed the bun to the jade-faced saint, and said in a low voice: "The Holy Ancestor will reward ten Holy Crystals, and I can be a guide for the Holy Ancestor."

The jade-faced saint sniffed the bun in his hand, shook his head, and said in his heart: "Pei Xing saint can also earn this little money."

Seeing that the jade-faced saint was shaking his head, the honest saint was anxious, and hurriedly said: "Holy Ancestor, five is okay."

The jade-faced saint almost burst out laughing, and then dropped half so quickly, and then shook his head again. He said in his heart: "Is the Shencheng Holy Priest so poor?"

"Two, how about two, can't be lower". The honest saint was anxious, and stretched out two fingers to shake it.

"The Holy Ancestor is also so poor that he wants to urinate blood......." The jade-faced saint said with a smile, without waiting to finish.

Smack! The honest saint slapped his big foot. "One, I also accompanied the blood in the urine".