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The holy woman who was guarding outside the house reported again: "Holy Ancestor, the envoy has something to ask to see."

"Please!" Mo Xie remembered what the Great Elder had told him, and he actually forgot it.

The blue light spread in the room, and the buckwheat Wan'er stood in the airspace. Seeing Chi Xiao in the house, he was stunned. "I said, why can't I find the Red Holy Friend, where is it?"

Mo Xie smiled. "I'm asking the Red Holy Friend for advice on the method of cultivation."

"Don't dare! Since the Holy Friend has something to do, I will take my leave." Chi Xiao nodded to Buck Wan'er and turned around to leave.

"Red Saint Friend, the Great Elder is looking for you."

"Got it".

Chi Xiao escaped out of the house, looked back at the small stone house covered by fog and bamboo in the "Spotted Bamboo Garden", and his eyes kept flashing with surprise. "What can shield the consciousness like this?"

Although Mo Xie saw that Chi Xiao was a little lukewarm towards Buck Wan'er, he only regarded it as the natural jealousy of the beautiful saintess.

"Fellow Buckwheat is in such a hurry, I don't know what the Great Elder has arranged?" Mo Xie asked with a smile.

"Urgent! Buck Wan'er glanced at Mo Xie and said in her heart: "I've been waiting outside for ten days, what good can a single man and a widow do in the secret house."

Buck Wan'er said angrily: "The Great Elder originally wanted to arrange another important task for you, but because the 'Netherworld City' has recently appeared again, please ask the elder to ask for the light again."

Mo Xie raised his eyebrows, his heart was happy, but he couldn't see any joy on his face. "Will there be this? I don't know who will walk with me."

"Who else, talk to you for ten days, the young master of Chixiao and me." Buck Wan'er looked displeased, and her tone was a lot heavier when she said that Chi Xiao.

"Okay, when Young Master Chixiao comes back from the Great Elder, I'll get up immediately."

"No need to wait, no time to wait for her". After speaking, Buck Wan'er turned around and walked out of the stone house.

Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, and a holy shadow stood behind him. Mo Xie got up and followed.

Catching up with Buck Wan'er, Mo Xie asked, "I don't know how long I have been waiting this time."

"I know, you think Netherworld is the Holy Cloud City"?

Mo Xie was dumbfounded, but he didn't think that Buck Wan'er's anger was really not small, and she looked fierce, as if she was about to bite someone!

Buck Wan'er took out the divine shuttle, her eyes were white, and she fled straight in. Mo Ye had no choice but to silently follow the extremely angry Buck Wan'er.

With a flash of pink, the Divine Shuttle disappeared into the airspace.

The twilight of the setting sun is reflected on the stone pillars of the pavilion through the bare branches, like a rough sketch, and the staggered brushstrokes leave a trace of light and dark golden light. The lotus flowers that quietly close, and the unkempt heads of the lotus flowers are swaying in the evening breeze, attracting the evening breeze.

Chi Xiao stood in the pavilion, staring at Great Elder Wang He with strange eyes. I didn't seem to understand Wang He's words.

"The Great Elder thinks too much, Chi Xiao is just talking to Mo Shengyou."

"Nothing else"?

Chi Xiao is so angry in his heart! What can he do? He said in a low voice: "It's nothing more than the experience of cultivation."

"That's all we have been talking about for ten days?" Wang He's eyes condensed into triangular eyes, and the light of fire danced in his eyes.

"That's all". Chi Xiao was so angry that he didn't know what Wang He wanted to ask.

Wang He held his chin and looked at Chi Xiao with his eyes open, seeing that Chi Xiao was a little hairy in his heart, and he couldn't avoid it, so he blinked his long eyelashes in return.

"It's okay, or I won't be able to give an account to your father." Wang He glared for a while, as if he had found a step for himself.

Chi Xiao's heart was about to explode, now that he was an incarnation realm sage, did he still need to do this?

"You go back first, none of those divine sense powerhouses can leave, I have other priorities."

"Great Elder Xie".

Chi Xiao inexplicably left the "Luoxi Pavilion".

"Yao Que, it seems that this matter has to wait a little longer." Wang He stared at Chixiao's distant figure and muttered.

A burst of medicinal fragrance wafted in, and the medicine magpie stood in the airspace with two large gourds on a stone cane. "It can be seen that the young master Chixiao is not telling the truth."

"I know that. I don't know which of these sages knows the bottom of Mo Ye better"?

"Bai Juan doesn't need to look for it, his heart is related to Mo Evil, and even if the relationship between the three saints and Mo Evil is close, there are flaws."

"Okay! I'll have to leave this matter to you for careful investigation." Wang He said with a smile.

Yao Que saw Wang He snorting, glanced at it, and said angrily: "I don't have the heart to care about this."

"Medicine gourd, this is what the city lord meant."

Yao Magpie shook his head and sighed.

The matter of Shengyun City, Yao Magpie is unwilling to take care of it, the reason is very simple. is focused on refining medicine, and he has the heart to take care of those grievances, not to mention that this matter involves Mo Xie. Yao Que was very impressed by Mo Ye, and he was optimistic about this saint with outstanding divine sense and excellent temperament. However, the Negative City Lord and the Great Elder had to help, and they couldn't figure out what Saint Cloud City was going to participate in.

Mo Ye stood in the sunset-like halo, bathed in the black color of the afterglow, and slowly sent bursts of fragrance, which was refreshing. The Netherworld City is in a black halo, and it is impossible to see the realm of the black line.

Behind him is the clear blue sky floating large white clouds, under the black halo of red like a flame, the clouds flutter in the air, like in a light veil of dreams, making people psychedelic and longing.

Mo Xie glanced at Buck Wan'er and discussed a few words with her. Sure enough, Buck Wan'er didn't want to enter the Netherworld, she wanted to stay outside the domain.

Mo Ye didn't think much about it, and asked a few words about how to get the information. Buck Wan'er said smoothly, and she couldn't hear anything wrong.

Bidding farewell to Buck Wan'er, Mo Xie faintly fled to the black line shadow.

The elongated illusion of the Tao was annihilated on the edge of the black line. Mo Ye disappeared from his divine sense. Buck Wan'er's bright eyes stared intently ahead, revealing a clever light, a faint smile, like a pout, turned around and escaped into the divine shuttle.

Mo Xie swept away with an eerie tranquility, and the farther and farther he went. If there really is still a "Divine Light of the Underworld", there is only one way to say that the black light pillar that Mo Ye saw was not a "Divine Light".

For this reason, after asking Buck Wan'er, she couldn't help shaking her head, and she couldn't tell what the "Divine Light of the Underworld" looked like.

Thousands of miles later, the black line in the far region is still far away in the sky, and the black shadow in that line is far away, but Mo Xie can sense it, and if he goes further, he can enter the underworld.

Suddenly, Mo Xie stopped, his soul-like eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he stared intently at the distant sky.

Thousands of miles behind him, a ghostly movement pierced the clear twilight. couldn't help but make Mo Xie's nerves tense, and his brows were also locked into pimples.

The piercing Qingming, the wind blew the surface of the river, causing layers of ripples, refracting the red glow, like a river of red agate sprinkled in the blue sky, shining. A faint light flashed, and a disturbing source of divine consciousness flew in.

Mo Ye was startled and hurriedly retreated.

Poof! A wisp of green smoke burst out of the airspace where Mo Ye stood, and the smoke did not disperse for a long time, slowly condensing in the airspace. A breeze blew out of nowhere, and a strange bell rang softly. After a few sounds of the wind blowing the leaves rustling, a pale cyan figure appeared in the twilight.

Mo Ye was startled, staring at the fading wisp of green smoke suspiciously. Then his brows condensed again, and he was so familiar with the ghostly and supernatural senses, as if they had met somewhere thousands of years ago.

Mo Xie couldn't help but step back.

The shadow in the green smoke gradually solidified, and a saint priest dressed in scales stared at the airspace where the green smoke burst with sharp eyes like black eagles. He tilted his head twice, and slowly raised the magic pupil, countless lights and shadows flickered in the magic pupil, staring at the empty space where Mo Xie had disappeared.

The Scaly Saint stretched out his eagle-clawed hand, his inch-long black nails scratching his shaggy hair. He bared his white teeth and muttered.

Poof! The airspace where Mo Xie had just escaped exploded a wisp of green smoke.

A cold sweat flowed down Mo Ye's face, such a sharp secret technique, he could inhale nearly a thousand miles. If Mo Xie escaped a little slower, he would definitely be trapped by Qingyan.

"Eat all the fine meat!" The Sage of Scales smiled wickedly, muttering four clear words from his foaming mouth. The black yo-eyed Ren turned around and snorted twice in the direction of Mo Ye's escape. There is no more chasing Mo Ye.

"Eat all the fine meat"! Four ghostly snorts flew out, and the scaly and feathered saint raised his legs and fled into the black domain of the distant sky, his figure gradually lengthened, and a puff of green smoke burst out at the edge of the black line. The figure of the Scaly Feather Saint was engulfed in black flames as it gradually elongated.

The four realms became clear, and the sound of Xuan sounded quietly.

After waiting for half an hour, a nest of grass arched in the shadow of the black line. Instantly revealed two pairs of magical eyes, and after a circle of consciousness, he retracted with confidence.

After waiting for a long time, in the Qingming of wanton chasing, a figure teasingly tore apart the dark sky.

Mo Xie stood in the black halo, staring at the airspace that the Scaly Feather Saint had fled into, frowned, and cautiously walked over.

The elongated figure was annihilated in the black flame, and Mo Ye also disappeared.

The inky black airspace is black and bright. In the black domain that cannot be seen, there is a strange flow of light.

The feather light flowed, and a figure fled towards the sphere flowing with strange light, and the swarthy eyes glanced behind him, and then disappeared into the black domain.

The black light burst out of the black domain, and the shadow that had just disappeared reappeared in the black streamer.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's gone!" a small, shrill laugh came from the distance. A small serpentine shadow slowly drew from the air into the orb of light.

"The lord of the castle is back". Two slender shadows appeared in the airspace, bowing down Yingying.

A little bit of feather light shook off the scales, and the black shadow muttered strange words and escaped the shadow and entered the sphere.

The two shadows slowly got up, looked up at the distance, and gradually disappeared into the black shadows.

Mo Ye stood in the empty space where he couldn't see his fingers, his eyes flashing with black light. In the ghostly underworld, none of the four major divine senses can be used, and only the voyeuristic divine consciousness can distinguish it.

Following the source of the strange divine consciousness, after walking for an unknown amount of time, Mo Xie did not dare to move forward any further, only to see the streamer floating in the black domain, and in the flowing black light, there were three holy shadows standing in front of the spherical object.

What is that? Mo Ye stared at the hazy silhouette. This is a secret technique that is extremely similar to that of the Scaly Feather Saint, and if it is in the Holy Realm, it will definitely be impossible to distinguish its traces. The reason why Mo Xie was able to escape from the secret technique of the Scaly Feather Saint was that he saw the ghost behind the smoke curtain with his peep vision.