Mo Ye's face danced with crimson light, as if he was intoxicated by the old fragrance of fine wine, unable to extricate himself. Big eyes that sparkled with surprise looked at the twin rays flying in the air. Hee-hee-hee, hehe-hee-hee. After a big snap of his fingers, the double light flew back to his eyebrows.

Mo Ye didn't expect this inconspicuous wind splitting slash, which seemed to be a soul but not a soul, and seemed to know but not a soul. Flying out from between the eyebrows looks like a divine sense attack, but it is actually a magic attack, which makes people unguardable. By the time the opponent reacted and wanted to change the spell, it was already night. This beauty in Mo Xie's heart, there is no wine, and if there is wine, it must be dried twice.

After a short while, Mo Xie took out a crystal shaft from the holy bag and looked at it carefully. This is the mixed element method left by the master recklessly, and Mo Xie has been rubbed down in the past few days.

Mo Xie understands the layering of the spells of the Holy Realm. It is basically divided into: spells, spells, tricks, gongs, and methods, and when it comes to spells, it is already the highest level of Saint Realm academics. The mixed element mind method left by the master, needless to say, should be the highest realm of the holy realm. Then the icy gist in his mind, is it a non-holy realm technique, it should be above the law. It's a pity that there are all kinds of symbols in it, and Mo Ye seems to be some small insects jumping, and he can't understand it at all. I wanted to ask Bing Jiu many times, but I never had time.

Mo Ye took the Mixed Yuan Mental Method, and unconsciously lost his mind, thinking of Bing Jiu. "Hey, a woman's heart, unknowable." Mo Xie could only shake his head like this, retract his confused state of mind, and continue to look at the Mixed Yuan Mental Method. But he involuntarily stood up and looked at the boundless sea of fog that was confused.

A thin mist came to his face, gently like a soft silk drizzle, and warmly pasted on Mo Ye's face. In the blink of an eye, the water droplets formed into fine velvet, and the cool feeling moistened to the bottom of the heart. The fog here was still very strong, thick and thick between heaven and earth, as if an extremely thick and wide gauze curtain blocked Mo Ye's sight.

Mo Xie once had divine knowledge of this piece of heaven and earth, but he could only divine sense two hundred zhang, and he didn't fly out of the boulder under his feet, as if he was sitting on a huge stone surface in an arc. Mo Ye had no choice but to shake his head. His own divine consciousness of 480 miles is only 200 zhang peep, not to mention those saints whose divine consciousness is not more than 100 miles.

Mo Xie was happy in his heart, such a large space in front of him is better, but it is safer, you can't see me, I can't see you, bump into it. Mo Xie smiled, and he could only smile, Bing Jiu was not there. No one chatted with him, if Bing Jiu was here, he could still listen to Bing Jiu tell some jokes in addition to his cultivation, especially about the stupid things he did after he was crazy. Every time he spoke, Bing Jiu could smile and talk about himself. "Silly, silly cute, silly filthy".

Mo Xie didn't quite understand, why was it stupid and cute, but also stupid and dirty? Where did it come from? Mo Xie also realized. The things that Bing Jiu talked about were jumping, never talked about in a row, and it seemed that there were always some unspeakable things in them. Mo Xie didn't ask either. A little refinement refined from that young master Fan Yan's divine sense, Mo Xie already knew something about the Dao, and his heart skipped twice, pretending not to know. Bing Jiu is happy!

Hey, Mo Ye wiped his face fiercely, what's going on. Why did you think of Bingjiu again? Mo Xie raised his head, looked at the mist, and sighed. The hand slammed heavily on his chest and clutched it again. until he pinched himself and grinned in pain. Mo Xie gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind, for the sake of Bing Jiu, he must drip the muddy water of the Holy Sword Mountain.

Mo Xie finally let go of his burden, his mood was no longer so low and desolate, he smiled and clenched his fists. "Bing Jiu is waiting for me".

Mo Xie whispered and sat cross-legged on the stone. Open the Mixed Yuan Mind Method again, and look at the opening - Trapping Technique. The more Mo Xie looked at it, the brighter his eyes became, no wonder the master's splitting wind slash was to use his divine sense to condense and chop the blade, but this body trapping technique was to learn from his mind, where his divine sense went, his mind followed. Imprison your opponent with your mind, and then slash with the wind to hit it.

"I'm dizzy, God." "It's God." Mo Xie couldn't help but mumble quietly. After finishing speaking, Mo Xie himself was stunned, who was talking? Who was talking? Is it himself? Mo Ye patted his head. Mo Xie let go of his divine sense and peeked at the sea of fog, except for himself, there was only a boulder under his buttocks. Mo Xie moved his ass twice, it was very hard. Mo Xie laughed at himself self-deprecatingly, "Stupid."

Mo Xie scolded himself. Poof, a shield of light was released from Mo Ye's body, pushing the mist around him out of the shield with a squeeze. Mo Ye swept a light shield, how powerful can the light shield formed by the condensing shield be powerful, Mo Ye has not tried it yet, with the black-clothed battle armor, the condensing shield Mo Ye is rarely used. Now Mo Xie still uses it, even if he doesn't guard against 10,000, he is obsessed with practicing spells, his divine sense is introverted, and suddenly a saint breaks in, or a small worm gives him a mouthful, and he can be scared to death if he can't die, and he accidentally enters the demon path. That's incredible.

Mo Xie smiled, it was better to guard against it, and a soundproof cover was turned out of the shield. Mo Xie looked at the mixed yuan heart method with confidence. Look at it. A smile appeared on Mo Ye's face.

The trapping technique is based on the energy source of the perception of the divine sense, and it can be trapped as far as it can sense. That is to say, a saint like Mo Xie who has reached ten miles of divine consciousness can trap a saint within ten miles.

After practicing, the Mo Evil Perception can reach ten miles, and the sage of the Spiritual Movement Period can be imprisoned within ten miles, the sage of the Solid Root Realm can be imprisoned within ten miles, the sage of the Solid Root Realm can be imprisoned within a thousand zhang, the saint of the cultivation realm can be imprisoned within a hundred zhang, and the saint of the cultivation realm can not be trapped within ten zhang. As one's realm increases, the distance between prisoners and traps increases. When you reach the second realm of Gugen, you will definitely be able to reach twenty miles.

"Haha", "hehehe". Mo Xile spoke up. "Master, master, you are too good, you have such a good law study, you are too good." After Mo Xie muttered, he was stunned again, did he laugh just now? Did he laugh? Mo Xie looked up and looked around, and there was a vast cloud.

Mo Xie withdrew his divine sense. Slowly close your eyes and begin to concentrate on the technique.

As the night fell, a few stars appeared, and as the stars brightened, the sea of fog quietly melted into a black curtain. The breeze came, and a few small stars loomed, twinkling and shining, and the night was like a sleeping baby, slowly smeared with gray, white and blue. The water vapor was once again thick, and the gray drenched this piece of pure stone, delicately moistening the sleeping figure on the still stone.

Mo Xie changed his gesture. The cool breeze gently washed away, and the scorching steam filled the body with a refreshing coolness. Until the red glow reflected the sky, smiling and dyeing the gray mist. The gradually reflected stars reflected the light mask, like countless pearls sprinkled on the sparkling surface of the lake.

Mo Ye seemed to be sleeping very deeply, and his heavy breathing became the loudest sound in this world, whirring as if a gust of wind was blowing in the light shield, whirling and pulling the aura between heaven and earth.

Raindrops were falling, "da, da, da" on the mask and hitting the stone face. A cool breeze pours through the mist, bringing a cold chill and moistening the mood. Suddenly, there was another downpour, and the bean-sized raindrops smashed against the light mask, splashing waves one after another, sliding down the arc and falling on the stone face, stirring up a circle of beautiful splashes. A bolt of lightning pierced the silence of the sky, and a thunderclap woke up the creatures of the earth, throwing the wrath of the heavens into the sea of fog with a furious and violent wrath.

The strange and unpredictable holy realm, so changing, intertwined with the stars, sun and moon, composing a wonderful blend of wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

One day, Mo Xie moved, and the whole mist surged like a stormy wave, and a vast invisible momentum swarmed away, with Mo Xie as the center, it was majestic and magnificent, and the mountains and seas surged outward. Hundreds of feet away, there seemed to be a pause. A yellow mang, with a black tail, flashed into the dense fog, and there was a loud bang. The stone under Mo Xie shook violently and sank more than ten zhang towards the body.

Mo Ye made a gesture, a smile appeared on his face, and after an indifferent smile, the condensation shield and light shield outside his body disappeared in a flash. Mo Ye slowly opened his eyes and jumped up, patted his buttocks, put his hands behind his back, shook his body, and walked towards the direction where the voice came from.

Mo Xie walked five hundred and forty-nine zhang, and there was a deep white mark on the misty stone face, and there was nothing in the white mark. Mo Xie grinned, this stone is really hard, the wind splitting point is so far, there is also a thousand catties of power, but only a white mark was split, as for what was split just now, Mo Xie does not know. The fog was too big, and this thing was completely in the place of Mo Evil Divine Sense, and the dust was gone, only a trace of greasy gas.

Mo Xie smiled and shook his head. Sit back to your original place. I picked up the crystal shaft and looked at it again. "Heartlocking".

Mo Ye didn't expect that behind the trapping method, there was also a small spell, the heart lock technique. Mo Ye looked at the synopsis of the technique, it turned out to be an important technique for solving the difficulty. Mo Xie thinks about it, there is also a spear and a shield, and there is a solution to the difficulty. You have to learn it yourself. There are masters and masters, and it is unknown how many people in the Holy Realm can learn this kind of law. That day, someone really used the trapping method to trap himself, and he could escape his life with this technique.

Mo Xie looked at the crystal shaft carefully for a while, then closed his eyes again and meditated.

Day and night change, the sun and the moon reincarnate, wind and rain help each other, and time is like water. The valley under the cliff can't tell the morning sun or the moonlight at night, and it is always the shade of the world. The sunset appears weak, the starlight appears wilted, unable to penetrate the layers of fog, and see through the hazy looming figure in the fog.

Tom, tom, Mo Ye's heart skipped a few beats, and a hint of red tide appeared on his calm face. The body shrank suddenly, and the realm instantly became a layer of agility. Then a cloud of blood mist seeped out from Mo Ye's heart wall, obscuring the shadow of his heart like a mist. If you look through Mo Ye's body, everyone will exclaim, "This is a sage without a heart."

Mo Xie's eyelids moved, and he realized the changes in his body, this was the Heart Locking Technique, so that he could avoid the attack of the Sleepy Body Study. The corners of Mo Ye's mouth moved. Muttered. "I don't have a heart". "Hey, hey, hey". "Hiss".

Mo Ye opened his eyes violently, looked at the foggy sky in confusion, did he laugh? How many laughs? (To be continued......)