Chapter 407 Wanyun Young Master (21) Machine Spirit Conspiracy

A fresh morning song welcomes the dawn. A layer of white fog aggravated the mystery of the pavilion, and the pale sky gradually turned red, and with a touch of his hand, a thin and gentle veil was removed, revealing the ladylike figure of the pavilion.

Fan Yan (Mo Ye) opened his cold and arrogant eyes, and his face became cloudy because of too much confusion and confusion, at this time, Fan Yan found that he was not lying on the net, but lying on a huge lotus leaf, and the net line felt in the dark was just the veins of the lotus leaf, and the slender fluff on the lotus leaf, like a thin rope, tightly tied to the skin. The small crystal clear water droplets rolled on the turquoise lotus leaves, rolling over little by little, splashing Fan Yan in the puddle.

Fan Yan struggled a few times to sit up. Only then did I realize that not to mention sitting, it was the muscles of the body that moved, and a tingling sensation soaked into the skin. It looks like it's going to pull the skin down.

Fan Yan's face changed color, thinking that he had been really unlucky in the past few days, either this beating, or that beating, either trapped in a tree, or tied to a leaf. Think about it, since I got this holy body, I haven't had a good life. Every step is a hurdle, and every day is difficult.

Looking around, all I could see was the lotus leaf, and there was a white mist everywhere. I can't even see a ghost.

There was a "quack" sound, and something with a flat mouth and bulging eyes appeared on the lotus leaf, and splashes fell on the leaves. Bulging eyes stared at Fan Yan, croaked, sat down next to Fan Yan, tilted his head, and put a big blister eye on Fan Yan's deformed face, and kept blinking his eyes. It is as if you want to read the secrets of the heart through your eyes.

"Soul Laozi, what's going on". Fan Yan asked.

"Don't call it, call it something. It's just a holy weapon, nothing remarkable, fucking Holy Sword Mountain, that useless little rabbit cub, when did you take the insect soul and refine it into an instrument." The three souls spitted at the blue light and scolded directly.

Although the three souls scolded like this, they also chuckled in their hearts, it is not easy to get the insect soul, and only by killing the holy worm can the insect soul burst out. It's even more difficult to refine the worm soul into a holy weapon.

"Sneeze". Tens of millions of miles away, inside a bare crystal house under the mountain. An old saint was drinking tea with his eyes closed, hissing, tasting the clouds and fog. There was a loud sneeze, and the pleasant aroma of the cup splashed in all directions. The old saint stretched out his hand violently, and actually received the tea that had overflowed in his hand. grinning, as if it was hot, he brought the tea in his palm to his mouth. Blew and sucked into his mouth with a snort. I closed my eyes and tasted it for a while.

Suddenly opened his drooping eyelids, and a fierce light shot out of his eyes. Speak slowly. "That bastard old man dared to scold me, and almost spilled Lao Tzu's treasure tea." After scolding. I put my hand to my nose, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, shaking my head as I sucked, and I looked like I was enjoying it.

Then he opened his eyes and looked into some space. After retracting his gaze, he stared at the crystal cup in his hand and stroked his beard with one hand. He frowned, looked thoughtful, and was stunned.

"Sneeze". Not far from the huge lotus leaf, in a small pavilion floating on the water, the cadre sneezed. This sneeze was so loud that it almost didn't spray the big snot on the face of the green thunder on the other side.

Fortunately, Qing Leizi was a fourth-layer Great Sage of Qi Condensation, and he waved his hand in an instant, turning into a defensive crystal shield. Qing Leizi's face changed, and his mouth almost grinned to the root of his ears.

I saw that on the transparent cover of the defensive crystal shield, a large pool of white sticky liquid flowed down. The mouth just grinned. The cadre on the opposite side scolded loudly.

"Grandma's bear, that turtle son, scolded Lao Tzu, just find me around here."

"Grandma's, it must be a little fart child in the water, and now I have learned to even scold your ancestor. Cadre, take care of this kid for me."

"Qing Leizi, open the holy weapon".

The purple light of Bixin scolded in the mind of the cadre, causing the cadre's general to shout madly in the pavilion.

On the lotus leaf, the monster with a flat mouth and bulging eyes still has one eye open, closing one eye and staring at Fan Yan who is tightly closed.

Fan Yan's lips and cheeks turned pale with fright, the skin on his face shrank around his eyes, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and his breathing stopped spasmodically. Fan Yan is not much different from Anran and Bai Juan, they were all born in the Holy Realm, and they have to be fed by people when they eat, and they have seen such strange things there.

"Little Yellow Son, don't be afraid, he is a scaremonger, if he bites you in a while, you will bite him." The three souls laughed treacherously in the blue light.

"No wonder your saints are not as good as the generation, the remnant soul of a frog can also scare this virtue," the insect soul black light said coldly.

"What is a frog, you can cultivate sainthood without seeing this thing tens of thousands of years ago." The three souls pouted and said.

Suddenly, the surrounding fog moved, and a transparent screen of light appeared in the mist. A small pavilion appeared in the light screen, and then the small pavilion quickly enlarged, and the cadre pulled his beard and appeared in front of the light screen with angry eyes. "Xiaoqing get out of the way, Mo Xie, did you scold your grandfather and me just now."

Xiaoqing, who didn't wait for his eyes, jumped away. The cadres were anxious to ask for the guilt. Fan Yan's shrunken face let go suddenly, and he looked at the old man with a childish face in front of him with fascinated eyes. A puzzled face. Fan Yan couldn't figure it out. "What is the origin of that saint named Mo Ye, why is such a person looking for him, why have I never heard of such a famous person before?"

"If you don't speak, no, Xiaoqing went over and licked him."

The cadre's voice just fell. A pink-white sticky thing slapped on Fan Yan's face with a snap. At first, it was slippery and cool, and then there seemed to be countless maggots, which instantly crawled all over the body from the face. Cool and soft, with strange itching and strange numbness, like countless thin claws scratching on the body. It's so uncomfortable that people want to scratch all over their bodies, scratch hard, and even want to hit their heads on the ground to alleviate that uncomfortable feeling.

The itching did not stop, a tingling pain all over his face, countless tiny needles penetrated from the pores of the skin, Fan Yan felt the fine needles suck and pull back. The head buzzed, as if all the blood in the face was instantly sucked dry. Then the black light of the insect soul in the sea of consciousness was pulled towards the sea of consciousness by an invisible force. The cold arrogance of the insect soul turned into fear, and let out a squeaky cry for help. "Soul Laozi, save me".

The three souls glanced at him. "Bed bug, now I know how to ask Lao Tzu." A bolt of blue light slammed into the open space.

Pop, that sticky mass flew away from his face in Fan Yan's suffocating suffocation and heart-correcting pain.

Look at Fan Yan's handsome face covered with fine pockmarks. Every pockmarked is black.

The cadre took a breath of cool air in his mind. "Insect Soul, Machine Spirit, Holy Soul". Bixin said three words in a row. The startled Qing Leizi was stunned.

"Cadre, this body is not evil, but the divine consciousness is no longer evil, and there are three kinds of soul consciousness in the sea of consciousness."

"What kind of ancestor are you talking about?" When the cadre was talking to himself, his face turned blue, and his delicate skin twitched.

Mo Ye and the cadre intersected late, but the cadre has always regarded Mo Ye as his grandson, coupled with the relationship between Xiao Yue and Mo Ye, the cadre has long regarded Mo Ye as a god. Hearing that Mo Ye's divine consciousness was not in the body, it was like being beaten with a dull stick on the head, and the whole person was blinded, and his heart was almost in tears.

Last night, Qing Leizi and his master discussed inviting the second senior brother Qing Yunzi to come. Qing Leizi suddenly remembered that the soul mirror that Master Bixin had refined back then was in his hands. Busy talking about this to Bixin Soul Consciousness, Bixin Soul Consciousness Ha Lu laughed.

The Soul Mirror is the three major Horcruxes left by the elders of the Three Soul Sons tens of thousands of years ago when Bi Xin was in the Holy Sword Mountain, after studying the three Horcruxes left by the elders of the Three Soul Sons tens of thousands of years ago. A Horcrux forged. Get the help of a Beneficial Zerg Friend. Gain a wisp of soul consciousness. I didn't expect that this holy insect friend's soul consciousness had the skill of extracting souls and recognizing souls.

The Soul Mirror has the power of soul extraction. It can extract the Zerg spirit in an instant. After Bixin was cast, he wanted to send it to the Holy City for the battle against the Insect City, but he didn't expect the master Shengshanzi to ascend to the spirit, causing the battle between Bi Yanzi and Bi Xinzi to seize the throne. After the defeat of Bi Xinzi, he rebelled out of the Holy Sword Mountain. As a result, the Soul Mirror was not given to the Holy City.

I must want to use the soul mirror to extract Mo Xie's soul consciousness and force Mo Xie to tell the hiding place of the holy soldiers and "Shengong Kaiwu". Unexpectedly, this draw brought out a big problem, and Bixin quickly sensed the concentric waves of the soul mirror spirit. Unexpectedly, I peeked into this sea of consciousness that there was no original soul consciousness, but there were three sojourning soul consciousnesses, one of which was a soul consciousness, and the soul realm was extremely high and had reached the peak of the condensation realm. Seeing the incarnation realm.

After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly had fun. A wave of soul consciousness entered Fan Yan's sea of knowledge. "In the Lower Holy Sword Mountain, I must have soul consciousness in my heart, and I have seen the soul elder."

Fan Yan pouted when he knew the three souls in the sea. He replied angrily: "As long as it is the old miscellaneous hair of the Holy Sword Mountain, or the small miscellaneous hair, Lao Tzu will not know anything." Let people go, let Lao Tzu go".

"Hehe, sure enough, Soul Elder. Soul Elder is also ...... by the Holy Sword Mountain." Bixin Soul Consciousness said his situation again, and tried his best to exaggerate the three soul sons and the three soul saints, how many amazing, how domineering, completely able to be among the holy soldiers, and scolded the Holy Sword Mountain, only the holy soldiers, not the soul soldiers, etc., said that the sky is crazy. Hearing this, the three souls smiled happily.

In the blink of an eye, the two machine spirits were connected and smelled the same. You say, I say, the mountains and rivers of the conversation change color, and the sun and moon are dark. Why did you say that, the two instrument spirits went from scolding the Holy Sword Mountain to hating the Holy Sword Mountain, and finally discussed how to create forbidden soldiers and soul-making soldiers to attack the Holy Sword Mountain. When these two machine spirits talked about it, it was simply going to set off a bloody storm in the Holy Realm.

The two machine spirits chatted and speculated, feeling that the distance was a little far. Fan Yan, who was staring at Xiaoqing's straight hair, pulled out of the soul mirror. An old man and a young man sat in the small pavilion, buzzing and talking. The mouths of the cadres and Fan Yan are completely living creatures with words. I don't know what I'm talking about. (To be continued......)