The witch was sad for a moment and raised her teary eyes. The shadow of the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info soul beads fluttered in the sky. There was a sound of fine teeth, and the tearful pupils were full of chattering light. "What Yue'er didn't do, Jun'er must do."

The monster ran to it with its little tail wagged, and the witch leaned on the beast's back. Broom-shaped meteors disappear into the stars.

The Mo Evil Spirit cautiously escaped for a while, secretly looking behind him through the yin wind. "Dizzy, where is the little witch hiding?"

Although the Mo Evil Soul Breath is not as good as before, it can still peep for hundreds of miles, and vaguely, it can sense a wisp of demonic consciousness following him, but where the witch is, he can't sense it at all.

In the night sky, the dancing flying flotsam gathered towards a tall bitter locust tree. The locust tree, which stands tall in the sky, stands out among the low bushes. The canopy of the tree is wide and swaying, and between the branches and leaves, the white flowers are lined with powder, and the pollen that drifts from all over the place falls on the flower heads.

As more and more pollen gathers in the flower buds, the petals slowly converge, and the color becomes darker and darker. The bud burst open, a bright flower bead rose from the stamen, and the whole locust tree became brighter and brighter, from thin branches to vigorous branches, lit up by a pink glow.

The spirit of Mo Xie floated in the air in a daze, and he couldn't understand why the soul path disappeared, and the bitter locust pollen floating in the sky lit up the bitter locust tree.

After a few circles around this strange bitter locust tree, the Mo Evil Spirit never dared to approach. The soul path has been lost, and I have to wander around the bitter locust tree.

The pink glow became brighter and brighter, and ghostly shadows flashed in the ancient forests of the Four Domains.

Dozens of meteors flew down, like lightning galloping, piercing the dark night sky, instantly releasing a flash of light and falling in front of the bitter locust tree.

"Mo Soul Friend, I can catch up with you." The dazzling pearl light fell, and the sword soul floated to the side of the Mo Evil Spirit with a smile.

The Mo Evil Spirit stared intently at the bitter locust tree that radiated pink light.

The sword soul squinted at the bitter locust tree and grinned. "This Soul Gathering Tree can open the pylorus at midnight, and from here you can teleport to the Holy Soul City."

Mo Evil Spirit Soul turned his head to look at Sword Soul, "How can this kid understand everything?"

"Don't look at me, I'm not like you, I'm a lone ranger, my soul has a pair of quick mouths." The sword soul glanced at Mo Soul, and said that Mo Evil Spirit was depressed in his heart. Sword Soul is right, Mo Ye has been used to being alone all these years, he has very little communication with the Sage and the Soul, he never acts recklessly, he does his own thing, if he thinks twice, he won't see so many loopholes.

The "Soul Gathering Tree" is getting brighter and brighter, and the caterpillar-like tendons on the tree are glowing red.

The sword soul soul flashed and pulled down the Mo Evil Spirit.

"What's the matter?" the Mo Evil Spirit asked in a low voice.

"It's a little weird!" the sword soul said very quickly, slowly hiding in the shadows of the woods.

Mo Evil Spirit felt a chill in his soul body, and hurriedly hid in the shade.

The secluded sky dome shows a short-lived rainbow. The pink light gathered by the "Soul Gathering Tree" was instantly extinguished, and the soul beads surrounding the tree panicked and fled to the surrounding dense forest like crazy. The dense forest trees shimmered with a bewildering light, and arcs of light emerged from the forest.

The golden arc flashed through the tree, and two pearlescent rays shook out of the woods like drunk. The soul beads that fled in all directions were frightened in the air, and were slowly forced to heel by the flying golden arc.

A few wisps of soul beads were unwilling and slammed straight into the golden arc. The smoke rose, and the soul bead was wrapped in golden flames and bounced back.

The Mo Evil Spirit was dizzy by the golden arc, as if the essence and blood in the soul body were absorbed by the golden arc, and the bead body was soft and collapsed, and it couldn't beat the spirit.

Mo Soul grabbed the sword soul that was more wilted than himself, and a wisp of soul breath flew in. "Pretend! The more you pretend, the better your chances."

"What do you mean"? Mo Evil Spirit was a little confused, and he couldn't think about it, drawing an arc in a circle in the air, and the soul friend who was stunned in the air was staggered by him.

The gathered arc light slowly moved upward, and a transparent golden bell appeared. Several Holy Ancestors flashed outside the shadow of the bell, looking at the transparent golden bell and squinting with a smile.

The Mo Evil Spirit Soul felt a chill, the entire soul bead was frozen through the heart, and the colic pain that cut the soul body became heavier and heavier, like countless ants, biting with huge pincers.

"Elder Yao, today's harvest is not small!" Yin Shuo, who was sharp-beaked and cheeked, laughed.

"Yes, the god operator is really like a god, such a broken tree can actually attract souls." Yao Zhan also played haha, stayed here for ten years, and finally waited for a result.

"One...... Ten...... Forty-six". The voice of the shriveled one about to tear his throat counted carefully, ignoring Yin Shuo and Yao Zhan at all.

"Don't forget it, don't be so stingy, you can divide it into three or three, and send the extra to the Holy Soul City to honor the gods." Yao Zhan had a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was a little dissatisfied with Bi Wen's behavior.

"I can leave Holy Soul City by catching twenty more souls." The tearing voice replied with resentment.

The other two ancestors all laughed when they heard this, and they only smiled silently when they asked.

"What are you doing, I'm going to suffocate in the Holy Soul City." Bi Wen shouted in a hoarse voice.

Yin Shuo and Yao Zhan glanced at each other and stopped laughing. "Okay, this time it's a big gain. This is much faster than in Holy Soul City."

"Close, Soul Clock". Yao Zhan said impatiently.

Three streams of crystal light flew out from the fingertips of the three saints, hitting the bell body at the same time. A long scream, and the soul beads scattered in the bell were struck by the circle of bell waves towards the heart ......of the bell.

The bell slowly rises, passes through the deep green leaves, and stops in the air.

The bell body beeped again, and in an instant, it was a dozen or so circles, and when it was reduced by a few feet, the bell body could not shrink.

Yao Zhan and the other three Holy Ancestors immediately straightened their eyes, their mouths forgot to close, and they flowed down.

Yin Shuo squinted at Yao Zhan, and saw that his harazi flowed to his mouth, and he twitched it moving. "Hey, are you so greedy?"

Yin Shuo withdrew his harazi and lost a smile on his face. Bi Wen and Yao Zhan didn't have time to smoke, and they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The soul bell is a sharp weapon for collecting souls, and the soul beads are transformed by the divine consciousness of the sage, which seems to be invisible, but it is indeed tangible. If the soul breath is too strong, the soul clock cannot contract. Now that the soul bell shrinks to a certain foot, it will not move, no matter how the three Holy Ancestors hit the spell, the body of the bell is ghostly and shining, and the ring is full of light, but it can't be retracted.

Yao Zhan's harazi fell on his body, and his eyes suddenly glowed. "Hahaha!, this time it's a big deal".

The three sages became excited, became a little trembling, and danced with their hands as if they had taken the medicine.

Suddenly, the faces of the three sages darkened, and they turned to look at the airspace on one side.

In the mottled mist, a faint figure was revealed, and the slender jade hand held the shadow of the pipa. The fog was too big to see the face clearly, and I only felt that the figure was weak and there was no trace of murderous aura.

The three sages' eyes were icy, and they didn't seem to be staring at the faint shadow, but at the beast figure sitting on the figure.

The beast shadow's bloody eyes were fierce and ruthless, shining like two ghost fires, through the thick mist. Suddenly, it swept past the eyes of the three sages, and the three sages of Yao Zhan were shocked to retreat in unison.

In the fog, the pointed hairy ears stood up, and the shiny mane stood up. The Three Saints took another step back, watching the beast shadow's heart grow more and more furious.

In the Holy Realm, there are not many people who can ride this beast, but there is one that makes the Holy Ancestors of the Holy Clan tremble, and that is the Demon City Lord Feather Sword. This demon frequently makes trouble in the Holy Domain, and more than ten years ago, it made the Holy Cloud City jump with chickens and dogs.

Seeing the beast is like seeing its demons. The three Holy Ancestors had already heard of it, not to mention that this demon was strange, they were all brothers when they were happy, and dead corpses when they were unhappy.

The more the three Holy Ancestors looked at it, the more shocked they became, they turned around and wanted to escape, but when they saw that the "Soul Bell" was still standing in the air, they were a little reluctant, and they didn't dare to take it back.

"This bell is left and can go". A sweet voice came from the mist.

The eyes of the three Holy Ancestors shone with brilliance, and thousands of threads fluttered in the wind. I knew in my heart that it was not a feather sword, and I didn't dare to act rashly. His eyes were full of regret, but he turned to leave. changed to a little saint who didn't know about Warcraft, I'm afraid that he would have already fought with the witch. The three Holy Ancestors are not jealous, they have a mirror in their hearts!

The "Snow Treading Kirinmon" is here, and the feather sword will not be too far from here.

The three Holy Ancestors disappeared into the tumbling mist, a huge beast head stretched out of the mist, and the blood-red tongue wrapped around the "Soul Bell", and disappeared in a flash.

"Xuelin! wait for me!" The slender figure stood in the airspace and disappeared into the fog with a shout.

In the "Soul Bell", the Mo Evil Spirit Soul breathed, and the bell body did not shrink again, and was resisted by his own soul breath. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, a fishy smell rushed in, and the soul breath released from the outside was violently withdrawn, almost not turning the Mo Evil Spirit Soul Xun away.

The sticky slurry penetrates through the bell, and the huge stinky bubbles fly all over the area. The souls who came to their senses were all panicked, and they were suppressed by the "soul bell" just now, and all the souls lost consciousness. Now it's different, this stinky liquid is pouring in, hiding, there is nowhere to hide, and there is nowhere to hide.

A wisp of soul beads wanted to escape, but accidentally touched a stinky bubble, the bubble burst, and the soul bead dimmed. The other soul beads panicked, and they couldn't escape if they wanted to, so they had to float in circles in a small space.

"Mo Soul Friend, what should I do?" The sword soul jumped in fright, and the soul body changed color in fright.

"What to do! No way, we fell into the dog's mouth."

"Dog's mouth, you know it." The sword soul glared at the pearlescent.

"What does the soul know, this is the harazi in the stinky mouth." Mo Evil Spirit is not angry.

Tom! Mo Evil Soul Consciousness hummed, almost didn't shake into the bubble pile, and with another soul consciousness, the sword soul lost its shadow.

"Xuelin, you're back, Dull Jun?"

Tom! A few hammers struck the bell.

The Mo Evil Spirit was shocked and turned over a few times.

The woman outside the bell couldn't stop laughing, and her laughter broke off as if she was out of breath.

"It's gone, and when it sees something good, it grabs it and runs away." The wheezing sound came, and the "Soul Bell" moved, almost turning its head, and then, a stinky slurry bubble poured into the bell's body again.

"Xuelin, put it in the magic clock, he gave it to the demon lord." A faint glow drifted by, blocking the monster in front of it.

The "Snow Treading Kirin Beast" held the soul bell in its mouth, stalked its head, and stared at the bloody eyes with its fangs, but refused to spit out the soul bell in its mouth.