The clanging and chiseling sound startled the dark stars, and the dawn gradually turned blue and white. The orange and yellow suddenly burst into fireballs, and the barren stone mountain exploded with large and small stones.

Mo Ye wore a cool hat and hung on the side of the swarthy boulder to chisel the stone statue, the stone dust stirred up, and the sweat of the bean, dripping and dripping. Skimming the tooth holes of the black holes, he muttered angrily. "Old saint, the stones made there are so hard, obviously not dead, what kind of grave are you building?"

There was a gust of wind swirling in the cool tooth cave, and the very faint fragrance of tea wafted out of the hole, mixed with the smell of stone dust and burnt, like the wind bringing the fragrance of flowers under the barren stone mountain to the top of the mountain. "Little saint, I am almost the same as you, and there are always people who are alive to worry about."

The sound of sucking came, and Mo Xie licked his dry lips and glanced at the statue like a ghost. Bi Xinzi invited Mo Xie to go to the Demon City, where did Mo Xie dare to go? Three times he was almost eaten by the foot girl with wind chimes, this realm, go to the Demon City as a snack? Mo Xie played a trick and helped Bi Xinzi carve a stone statue.

Bi Xinzi agreed without thinking, Mo Xie was happy, Tiangang Liang hurriedly took the crystal hammer and crystal chisel sent by Bi Xinzi and cut it a few times, Mo Xie was dumbfounded, and ten hammers did not drop a stone. No wonder Bi Xinzi said that it has been chiseled for ten years. "Grandma's, he chiseled half of his face for ten years, how long will he have to chisel."

Hey, hey, hey. There was a long snort in the cavern. "If you can chisel it in a hundred years, you will be holy."

The red side of Mo Ye's face was red, and he was obviously going to let himself drill in his heart, and he would be chiseled for a hundred years, and the sage could also be chiseled into a fool. What's more, Jiu'er is in the ice cave, and his desire is still waiting to return to Zhicheng. And also....... "Old saint, I will take a month's leave, go to Wanyun to do errands, and come back to continue chiseling."

"Wanyun Cave, what's the matter, I'll help you do it, your kid ran out of the city last time for nearly 20 years, and this time he has been there for more than 200 years." Bi Xinzi sat in the dim hole and said angrily. Bi Xinzi has no other meaning. Trapping Mo Ye and not letting him leave the Barren Stone Mountain is the goal.

The dark walls of the cave cast long, unpredictable shadows, and the silver hair was half-concealed and half-hidden, and the wrinkles were faintly visible. "Master, something happened to Yueyu."

The skinny holy body of Bi's heart swelled violently, swelled open the wrinkled holy clothes, and his face was as dark as a dark cloud with thunder, hiding a little red light. The body swayed, and a faint child figure sat in front of Jingding. The old man's true body faintly disappeared into the darkness.

In front of the crystal library of Botu Mountain, an old saint pushed open the crystal door with a cane. Trembling and moving in, the crystal door closed silently.

The crystal light hall, the blue sky, extremely bright, extremely quiet, extremely wide cover the top of the hall. A layer of pale purple smoke, coming out of nowhere, gloomily permeated the main hall, showing a particularly mysterious.

Among the purple mist, on the purple gold carved throne sat a pink and tender saint who seemed to have just come out of the bath, dressed in a thin veil. Exudes a glamorous body fragrance. The pure and beautiful face has no variegation, and it is thrilling! Like a flower, it grows movingly in the purple gold carved flower seat!

In the churning mist, between the leisurely purple mist, the two holy women knelt with their heads bowed. Behind him lay rows of black-clad holy bodies.

On the purple gold carved throne, the deep eyelids of the beautiful saint Maiden blinked darkly. The very bright and dark eyes looked smart and pretty, and he listened to the sound of the two disciples crying contemplatively.

The bright eyes shone darkly. Li's face was covered with a layer of frost. "Although you two have made meritorious deeds and saved your master and sisters, your holiness has been broken. Don't recognize me as an ancestor anymore, but cut it yourself."

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and the bones of the two saints were about to shatter. His face suddenly turned dead white, and his legs couldn't stand up as if he wanted to stand up. Hands and feet became cold.

Holy Ancestor Qing Yuzi guards himself like jade, never looks at people with his true face, his disciples are in black clothes, black armor, and black veils, and they are not allowed to love privately below the Qi Condensation Realm, and the disciples who have reached the fifth and sixth realms of Gugen are locked in the crystal prison. Anyone who is regarded as a saint is expelled from the sect of the disciple and cut off his spiritual root, and it will never be possible to cultivate the saint.

The two saints shuddered, unable to withstand the scorching cold in their sharp eyes, their faces were full of tears, trembling their thin fingers, and slowly brushed their hair.

"Okay, you are willing to be such a good apprentice." A faint voice came from the purple mist, and a handsome and stunningly handsome, angular, wickedly handsome face, with a dissolute smile, stood in the mist.

The beautiful saintess hurriedly got up and bowed deeply. "Qing Yuzi has seen the master, master, aren't you carving the Holy Venerable"?

Bi Xinzi smiled evilly. "I found a scapegoat who volunteered."

Qing Yuzi was stunned, the Ten Thousand Soul Stone is a 10,000-year-old soul stone, hidden deep in the soul domain soul pool, the three souls say that it is the best essence material for fighting soul soldiers, and if you want to get the 10,000-year-old soul essence stone, you must chisel out the impurities. This Ten Thousand Soul Stone is as hard as crystal iron, and if you want to remove its impurities, you can't refine it by fire, so you can only use the crystal hammer and crystal chisel condensed by your divine consciousness to refine it year after year, day after day, and you can't do it without four hundred miles of divine consciousness, so you can only do it yourself by the master. Could it be that Qing Yuzi's eyes were condensed and she thought of someone.

Bi nodded with a wicked smile. "If you want to do it, no one will force him. The two of you go to the Barren Rock Mountain to take care of that kid, don't let him run away until I come back."

Bi Xinzi stared at the dozens of disciples lying in the purple mist in disbelief, and a red light hit Yue Yuzi, whose face was ruddy, and his brows were locked into pimples. It's strange, how can Yue Yuzi's sea of consciousness have an unknown qi consciousness, the qi consciousness is like the true mist on the Dan Sea, wrapped in the seven divine senses, not devouring, but lewd and immersed. As soon as the consciousness moves, the obscene qi will imprison the consciousness.

Bi Xinzi looked at Qing Yuzi. Qing Yuzi hurriedly explained what had happened. Bi Xinzi shook his head and laughed dryly. "Okay, you little saint, use this kind of obscene and abusive means to harm my disciples, I said how I escaped to Botu Mountain."

Bi Xinzi pondered for a moment, Bi Xinzi is a master of refining, he doesn't know anything about refining medicine, if it is in the Holy Sword Mountain, it will be solved by saying hello to the Holy Medicine Peak, and now Bi Xinzi is also staring dryly, his medicinal knowledge is not much different from Qingyuzi. The bell still needs to be tied to the bell, and the little saint has to take action in this matter. "Yu'er, let that kid from Barren Rock Mountain make a move, tell him that if he doesn't make a move, some things will be taken back."

Qing Yuzi didn't understand what Bi Xinzi said, this betel tree's lustful aura, the master incarnated into the great sage of the realm couldn't solve it, the anxious Qing Yuzi's face changed, and he looked at Bian Le and Gu Xin with a gloomy face.

"Yu'er, after I leave, you summoned the two senior brothers ......." Bi Xinzi withdrew the red light locked on Yueyuzi's body. looked at Qing Yuzi with a smile.

Qing Yuzi's watery eyes condensed. "The master is going to go far away, what should I do with the cold blood ice crystals."

"The cold blood ice crystals are handed over to Qingyunzi and Qingfengzi. For the auction of Ethereal Peak, you and Qing Leizi are responsible for letting the Three Souls compete in the name of Wanyun Cave." Bixinzi arranges related matters.

When Qing Yuzi heard that he and Qing Leizi were in charge of the Ethereal Peak, his little face was pulled down, and his mouth was high, and he smiled in his heart. The thousands of years of love and resentment between the four apprentices, who can't tell the difference, must have no heart to care, and they can't understand it. He likes her today, but now she annoys him, it's too annoying.

"When will the master come back". Qing Yuzi's eyes were bright, blinking and flickering, and he looked at the master in surprise. The master has arranged all these important things, and it seems that it will be a long time before he returns.

"Fifty years less, more than a hundred years, I will rush back before I go to find another assistant and build a soul soldier." A crystal gate condensed from the purple mist, Bi Xinzi took out the black sword hilt from the holy bag and handed it to Qing Yuzi, and after a few words, his figure faded into the crystal gate. The crystal light flickered, and the space returned to calm, and the purple mist surged, like a light breeze, and the soft veil blew through the wind outlet.

Qing Yuzi turned around and looked at Bian Lezi and Gu Xinzi who were lying on the ground. The black velvety light gauze is permeated with an air of mystery. The lake-like eyes slowly fluctuated, flashing a fierce cold light. "Bian Le and Gu Xin have something to say, let you go to see your little lover and ask him to return the antidote to desire."

Bian Le and Gu Xin were so shocked that they almost didn't scream. The person the ancestor said turned out to be Mo Ye, how could he be in the Barren Stone Mountain, could it be that he was imprisoned, it was the forbidden place of Botu Mountain. A layer of fine sweat seeped out of his nose, and he kowtowed again and again, exiting the Crystal Light Hall.

Qing Yuzi stared at the purple misty airspace and bit her lip fiercely. This is the first time she has let go of a disciple who has lost her holiness, although she is a little unwilling in her heart, she can only sigh with hatred, the master has never controlled the disciple, this is the first time that she has not been allowed to punish the disciple.

Bian Le and Gu Xin flew uneasily, the distance of dozens of miles became unusually long, and they were very nervous every time they moved closer to each mile.

Well, Bian Le's face was pale and crimson, his eyes shot a childlike surprise, the blush spread along his face to the root of his ears, the fire burned his earlobes, and the fiery red light showed out, and he couldn't help but cover his hot cheeks and stroke the hot and heart-warming earlobes. Squinted at Gushin.

Gu Xin took a short breath, she was more nervous than Bian Le, who was Mo Ye's old lover, and she was familiar with fighting and killing in the puppet realm. What is it, I gave a ruddy goose leg, Mo Xie doesn't remember it, and he bites Mo Xie back and forth. Thinking of Gu Xin's brain, his body was crisp, his cheeks burned by the old wine as if he was drunk, and he twisted his body and wanted to escape in panic.

The setting sun reflected the crimson glow, shining brightly, reflecting the burning faces of the two holy women, and the pink and delicate petals gradually deepened, turning from orange to light red, and the beating hearts were blowing in the breeze.

The bare barren stone mountain, the clanging chisel sound, like Bian Le and Gu Xin's hearts, trembling with the sound of chisels large and small. The wind in the sky chased wantonly, tearing the clouds like tearing the clothes of the two holy women, and I was ashamed to know whether to go up the barren stone mountain before the sun set, or before the moon rose, to see Mo Ye by the night.

Bian Le gently approached Gu Xin, held Gu Xin's somewhat cold little hand, and slowly fled towards the barren stone mountain. The face is not big, and the good meat is eaten by others. Bian Le thought of Qin Ji, as well as Chengying and Dull Jun, who had never met. (To be continued......)