Mo Ye entered the inheritance hall twice, but he didn't dare to look at the spirit of the "Ethereal Spirit Venerable", and the shuddering coercion did not allow the sage to look directly at him. "Ethereal Spirit Venerable" He Rong Mo has never seen it. It is impossible to distinguish who is enshrined in the shrine.

A clear sound of divine consciousness turned into the sea of Mo Evil Consciousness. "Young master, I have to do it as a last resort, just to stabilize my disciples."

Mo Xie had seen the "Ethereal Lingyu" and had already thought of Miao Meng's painstaking efforts. If you want to establish an ethereal inheritance, how can you do it without an oath mantra. The Holy Land Oath Mantra can only be sealed by the Inheritance Hall. Only the elders, elders, and lords of the Holy Land have the right to lock the spell, and other disciples have no right to inherit the Holy Land. Miao Meng can use this Yu to unite the hearts of his disciples, which can be regarded as well-intentioned.

Mo Ye tapped, and a flower shadow cushion fell in front of the stone steps, kneeling lightly on it. Slowly closed his eyes, but knelt down without bowing.

A cool breeze blows, the fragrance of rice fills the air, and the afterglow of the sunset ripples with the microwave on the sparkling river. A few leaves of the boat gently swayed out of the red mist, as if smelling the fragrance of rice wafting towards the shore.

Suddenly, dozens of saints escaped from the fog shadows in the distant sky, and the sound of wind sounded in the village, and more than ten holy shadows swept over. After a few sucks, the boat approached the shore, and the shadow fell into the clearing. Take a closer look at the sages gathered who are all above the cultivation realm, all of them have straw hats, wrinkled holy clothes, their faces are like black charcoal, and their bones are in the wind.

Gathered in front of the "Ethereal Lingyu", I saw a cold condensation realm saint kneeling at the foot of the Lingyu steps, Miao Meng kneeling down the steps, and not far away, a big snow shadow that could walk carried the head of the ice shaking hammer, and seemed to smile with big teeth.

All the saints were stunned for a moment, and the face of a white-wrinkled saint-clad saint priest became gloomy, holding a broken jade flute in his hand, trembling slightly. Just about to provoke.

The majestic voice sounded, word by word, pulling a long tone, irresistibly resounding through the airspace. "Kneel and worship, worship your ancestors".

The saints hurriedly released the pouch mats, and divided them into elders and positions. Qi Shushu knelt down, although he was confused in his heart, he didn't dare to ask for a while, and knelt with his head bowed.

"Prostrate". Miao Meng pulled a long voice, his face was expressionless, and he gazed affectionately at the statue in Lingyu's gradually clear appearance. There was fascination, pathos, fanaticism, and loss in his eyes, not as if he was looking at the Holy Venerable, and the Tao was like a child looking at his mother, with the same affection and concentration.

Mo Xie and the other saints fell with the curling voice, tom tom. It seems that they have practiced like this before, Mo Xie's first three heads were light and silent, as if they were infected by the sound, and the last three heads sucked heavily, followed by another sound.

When he raised his head, his forehead was red with blood, and he was bruised. The forbidden slave soybean's eyes were glaring, and the thick snow hand touched the round head. Grinning and muttering inwardly. "Silly".

"Hold incense". Miao Meng looked at Lingyu affectionately, his eyes flashed with a faint light, and the fanaticism and longing buried deep in his heart burned into a spark of jumping. Glittering, shimmering, like tears condensing.

Cen Feng jumped up and patted the holy bag. took out a bundle of white incense, looked at Mo Ye, who was kneeling in the first place, and bowed his head to give the thickest three white incense. Then they were sent to Miao Meng and other sages one by one, pointing to the thick ruler and high white incense. Silently knelt back in place. Holding incense in both hands, staring at Lingyu, his gaze became blurred.

"Bloodthirsty". Miao Meng's face became solemn, and the two words were squeezed out from between his clenched teeth, and then three drops of blood fell on the tip of the white incense, imprinted with a little red blood stain.

With the blood light flying from the mouths of dozens of saints, the open space in front of Lingyu gradually condensed a thick blood qi. The corners of Mo Ye's mouth moved, and he scolded in his heart: "There are so many scenes from the Dead Miao League."

It's easy to say anything else, devouring blood! It's really stumped Mo Ye, this is the body of a phantom, and the essence blood that comes from it is so anxious that fine sweat covers his forehead.

Whoosh! The forbidden knowledge slave escaped to Mo Xie with the red-haired stone chain crystal hammer, blocking Miao Meng's sight, and plucked three red hairs with his rough hands.

Good guy, Mo Xie has a lot of essence and blood, and from a distance, half of the coarse incense is bloody.

"Burning incense". Miao Meng ignored the small movements of the forbidden slave and shouted majestically, in fact, he couldn't see the forbidden slave flying. The dark gray pupils burst out with sparks, faintly glowing with blue flashes, and the eye mask was surrounded by a layer of mist, hazy, confused, and his eyes became scattered in the fog shadow.

Hearing the mournful voice, the saints held the incense in one hand, patted the holy bag and took out the fire devouring crystal, and gently wiped it on the incense head, wisps of white smoke rose, squeezing out the fading blood, and the incense mist slowly swirled in the airspace.

Mo Ye flicked his fingertips, and a black mist flame burst into flames, gently sweeping the tip of the incense, wisps of intoxicated incense mist spread, and Miao Meng's teary eyes jumped, "Yin burning fire?

"Oath". Miao Meng was stunned, his voice trembling and loud and high-pitched.

Dozens of Sages said in unison. "Huanyu is ethereal, the prestige of the holy area, the world is honored, the generations are galloping, the three mountains are standing, the nine caves are respected, the millennium case, the same shame for all generations, the blood is the oath, the same song and the same hatred, and then the ethereal, the sound covers the holy state."

The sound of blood and tears, sighing sentences, the sound swirls in the sky, shocking the remnant sun like blood, leaving a river of light, and the sky is gradually burning like fire, as if in the heart-wrenching voice accusation, deducing the blood red of the killing field.

The unforgettable words are still so painful and clear; the heart is painful to the bone, the heart of the words is like a knife cut, the sound is full of blood and tears, the pain of mourning like crying, like the chirping of autumn cicadas, dying again and again, and singing in pain again and again, which makes Mo Xie pity and worthy of admiration. The oath becomes intimidating to the heavens and the earth, the loud voice is full of shock, as if singing in the face of death, as if to meet the challenge of faith, although the pain is coming, but it can raise the courage to face the pain, dilute the pain, and turn the pain into an oath that mourns the heavens and the earth.

"Incense". Miao Meng's voice burst into tears, tears flowed down his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, his voice became trembling, changed his voice, and was unusually low.

Mo Xie got up and walked to the huge incense altar, and gently inserted the red-headed, black, flame, and white incense. Silently walked to the side, Miao Meng and other saints saluted the white incense one by one, and stood at the bottom of the steps.

After the saints finished offering incense, Miao Meng walked in front of the saints, looking around at their sad faces with teary eyes. "Fellow disciples, this is my Ethereal Peak Young Master Mo Xie."

When the saints heard this, they were stunned at first. I had already thought that the cold saint had an incomprehensible relationship with the Ethereal Peak, and it turned out to be the young master. All the saints were busy kneeling and prostrating. "See Young Lord".

Mo Ye nodded, grief-stricken. "Everyone, please get up, you don't have to do this great gift."

All the saints were busy bowing, but none of the saints got up, and they all patted the holy bag and took out the crystal card. With his hands raised above his head, Miao Meng led Mo Ye to the kneeling disciple and took the crystal card. "Young master, this is the envoy Weng Di."

Mo Xie took the crystal card, and his divine sense glanced at the crystal words on the card.

Ethereal Peak Patrol Envoy: Weng Di

Inheritance Patriarch: Yan Ming

Realm: The first order of condensation

Record: 43,211

Mo Xie smiled indifferently. "Weng Patrol Law, please get up. After hand-to-hand, the sound of the flute penetrates the heart, and the technique of sound killing, the holy realm is a must."

Weng Di's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly thanked him. "I don't know that the young master came to the wasteland, and the carving insect skill is ugly in front of the young master, please forgive the young master. After a skill, Weng Di admired the bodyless to the ground, and the young master really had a magic skill. Weng Di sighed to himself.

Miao Weng smiled, the young master of Mo Xie entered the river area, Weng Di had already sent a crystal letter, and Miao Weng was very surprised at that time. Weng Di condensed qi in the second order, but all three skills were defeated in the hands of Mo Ye, so he had to try it curiously. "Young master, this is Xuanhe's patrol envoy."

Mo Xie took the crystal card. I saw a yellow wrinkled saint bowing in front of me, chanting with light red lips, her skin was like light ink, her eyes were like a pool of clear water, her appearance was extremely beautiful, like a black bead halo, beautiful jade was shining, and there was a faint delicate air between her eyebrows.

Ethereal Peak Patrol Envoy: Xuanhe

Inheritance Patriarch: Yin Wen

Realm: The first order of condensation

Record: Nine thousand and three

Mo Ye was a little shocked, Xuanhe's record was so low. How can she become a Dharma patrol envoy, maybe the saint is kind and unwilling to fight with the saint.

The calculation method of the battle records of each holy land in the holy realm is basically the same, the confrontation in the same realm, the victory is added to the record at a time, and the high realm may not get a high position, but it also depends on the record of the same realm. Xuanhe's record did not exceed 10,000, but he got the position of law inspector, which seems a bit unreasonable.

"Young Master, Yin Wen is an Elder of Ethereal Peak." Miao Meng seemed to see Mo Ye's doubts, and was busy with his senses.

Yanbei, Zeji, Cen Feng. Miao Meng introduced them one by one, there were not many ethereal disciples, and after the introduction, the number was exactly eighty-one saints. Weng Di, Xuanhe, Yanbei, and Ze Ji are all second-order condensation qi, and they are all ethereal peak patrol envoys, and the disciples below Cen Feng are all in the cultivation realm, and the Cen Feng realm is the sixth order of cultivation.

Mo Xie found that the disciples were completely different from the realms shown on the crystal plate, Weng Di and other Dharma patrol envoys were all one order behind, and the disciples below Cen Feng were all three to five orders behind. Mo Xie frowned lightly and looked at Miao Meng in confusion.

Miao Meng held the eighty-one crystal cards, and said with a bitter smile: "Young Master doesn't know, I have been away from the Ethereal Peak for thousands of years, and the power of inheritance is insufficient, so I can't activate the Holy Land Crystal Plate. Please do it for you."

Only then did Mo Xie find that on the eighty-one crystal plates, the shadow of the flame peak was dim, as if the gray shadow was engraved on the crystal plate, and it was almost impossible to see clearly. "Snow Slave".

The forbidden slave walked over with a grin. Whoa! took the crystal card from Miao Meng's arms and almost took Miao Meng into the air. "Master, this thing is very light!

Mo Xie ignored the forbidden slave and signaled to Miao Meng. Miao Meng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out the young master crystal card from the holy bag, and was just about to show it to the public. Mo Xie took the crystal card with a smile, and tapped the crystal brand flame peak shadow with his fingertips, and the crystal brand fire shadow was released, and the rows of crystal words were gradually refreshed.

The crystal light flashed, and the airspace lit up with a crystal screen.

Young Master of Ethereal Peak: Mo Xie

Inheritance Patriarch: Reckless

Realm: The first order of condensation

Record: 308,962

Sacred Achievement: Two hundred and twelve

Plant performance: 206,320

Insect Achievement: Twenty-three thousand four hundred and thirty

All the disciples' eyes were straight, no wonder they had never heard that there was a young master in the holy land, it turned out that the young master was traveling through the plant domain and the insect domain, and it could be seen from the battle record. The young master's holy achievements are two hundred and twelve, and the plant achievements and insect achievements are more than 100,000, which is too amazing, I can't imagine that the young master is so bloody in the plant domain and insect domain. (To be continued......)