Seeing that Mo Jiang was hesitating, Mo Xie snorted coldly, pretending to be about to escape. His mouth hummed "Cure strange diseases, hands to get rid of symptoms".

"Participate in the planting of friends slowly. Zhiyou is really good at getting rid of the symptoms"? Moss Jiang has the meaning of gambling, and he was killed by the mountain owner when he arrived at Dangjing Mountain, so it is better to give it a try.

"Where is Zhiyou's sincerity?" Mo Xie asked rhetorically.

Moss Jiang winked at Moss Hong. Moss Hong's "Blood Alliance Crystal" pressed to the center of his eyebrows, and with a snort, a burst of green smoke rose. Moss Hong walked viciously in front of Mo Xie. "Zhiyou, in Xia Moss Hong, if you can't heal the Zhinu, you will die."

Mo Xie smiled. "Moss Zhiyou, let me heal well, my condition is a hundred holy slaves."

Moss Jiang's eyes froze, and he nodded slowly. If you can be cured, let alone a hundred, you have to take five hundred. "In a word, Zhiyou's 'Blood Alliance Crystal'"?

Mo Xie was silent and didn't answer, and escaped to the jade float and pretended to take a closer look. "Damn, what does this young mountain master look like, the mist on his face is heavy, and his divine sense can't penetrate it."

Mo Xie stretched out his finger and probed Yingming's eyebrows. It was soft and soft, and it seemed to dot on the slippery water, and a cold light flew into the center of the eyebrows. Ying Ming took a long breath and sat up slowly.

Moss Jiang was so shocked that he almost didn't laugh, and shouted vigorously in his heart, thank God, the young master finally woke up.

Mo Xie sighed, shook his head, and looked at Ying Ming, who was stunned. "Moss Zhiyou, I can only awaken this plant girl now, if I want to be completely cured, I still have a few less holy medicines."

Moss Jiang was overjoyed. "Friends of the plant, please follow me to the holy station, I can help you with the holy medicine you need."

The corners of Mo Ye's mouth moved. "Planto-friend, please".

More than ten escapes, walking through the dense forest, all the planters did not use the escape technique, so many planters, could not use the escape technique. A few hours later, the roaring Shantao was raging in front of him.

Moss Jiang tapped the airspace. Two leaf-shaped crystal gates conjured out of the cedar forest, and a burst of yin qi flew out. Mo Ye's eyes froze, and a ray of crystal light flashed in the ghost's eyes.

Thousands of miles away, in a woods like autumn colors, on the pale yellow banyan tree, a bearded saint stood up in shock, looking at the wind swishing Ye Jingmen thousands of miles away. "This aura is so weird, it's not the breath of the plant clan, it's terrifying."

"Friends of the ginseng, please. It's no wonder that the holy station only opens the door when the holy slave comes, and if it doesn't open for a long time, it will inevitably be a little damp, not to mention that my moss clan likes moisture." Moss Jiang explained with a faint smile.

Mo Ye nodded, and followed the leading Tao Hong into Ye Jingmen. The Solomon Gate flashes and closes slowly. Thousands of miles away, the brow of the Draped Saint was furrowed, and the connection between the phantom and the ontological consciousness was as if there was none. The Bearded Priest was busy chanting mysterious incantations. Walk 500 miles. The connection between the divine consciousness is still the same.

The bearded saint shook his head helplessly.

Mo Xie escaped into the crystal gate, stunned, the holy body suddenly dulled and sucked, and his face gradually turned pale.

I saw it in the damp woods. I couldn't see what tree was covering the sky, it was dark and dreary, there was no light, the ground was slippery and slippery with foot-high moss, and the thin moss was a little long. It seems to pull down the black and green spider web threads as thin as silk hair from the black branches.

Mossy Jiang's soft green fingers, flicking the silk thread. Like the sound of the guzheng, melodious and heavy. After the Xuanyin, countless green Tess's ghosts lit up, flickering and dimming, and the ghost lines lit up with green light.

Between the green light and shadow, there is a faint body of the smooth naked shadow hanging between the green branches, although the tess is dense, although the green light is bright, but you can see the smooth naked shadow with green hair on the limbs, only the front chest and back are as white as snow, and the green light is reflected in the light.

Mo Xie's shadow was slow, and he stopped and stopped, and his terrifying eyes were full of green light and white shadows. Ying Ming's expression was flat, and the ten entourages behind him were so frightened that their legs trembled, and a sour smell of sweat was sprinkled after retreating.

Dozens of sucks, a moss pavilion stands between the green moss lines, the pavilion is not high, the four pillars are human-shaped pillars, with a head, a body, and legs. Standing straight, long lines of moss hanging straight to the ground, fluttering gently as the planters approached.

The humanoid pillar is topped by four petite humanoid fork-legged pavilions. The green velvet hangs a foot-long moss thread. "This is the moss of our friends, and the ginseng and planting friends can use this as a doctor for planting women."

Mo Xie Muna nodded, and the chick pecked dozens of times before stopping. Moss Jiang looked at Mo Ye suspiciously. "Hong'er, what medicine crystal is used by ginseng and planters, and we will supply it with all our might."

Mo Xie stammered for a while. "I want a hundred plant friends, and the sage collects medicine."

Moss Jiang listened patiently for a few hours, shook his head a little delayed, and then understood. What does Mo heresy mean?

It turns out that the young master is the cold wave forbidden technique, to cure this technique, there are two ways, one is the person who will solve the cold forbidden, and the other is to use the strange cold air of the "ghost snow to seal the hole" in Luoying Mountain.

There is only one way to enter and fall into Eagle Mountain, the two realms village in Luxia Pass. The ginseng planters should use a hundred sages to enter the Eagle Mountain to harvest strange cold air.

Moss Jiang blinked his green hairy eyes, of course Luoying Mountain had heard it, it was extremely cold, and the planters could not enter the Demon Realm. It is best for the sages to go and collect, and it is strange to ask a hundred sages to go. "Ginseng and Planters, why do you need a hundred sages"?

Mo Xie stammered like a puppet, and said for a few more hours. Moss Jiang understood.

There is a "cold wolf" in Luoying Mountain, and a hundred sages are ten and nine die, and it is a great luck to have one escape. In order to ensure that everything is perfect, Shen Zhiyou also has to instruct the secret art and practice what "Baisuo Array". And ask the Moss Chiang faction to ask the planters to follow.

Moss Jiang nodded frequently. "Hong'er, bring a hundred sages to Moss Yao to listen to the dispatch of ginseng and plant friends.

The "Holy Name Essence" did not ask for the planting friends, and Mo Jiang was greatly relieved, without the "Holy Name Essence", the hundred saints could not escape thousands of miles, and their divine consciousness collapsed and died.

Mo Xie rubbed the "Holy Name Essence" in his palm, and clearly sensed the exact location of Bai Juan. Mo Xie originally wanted to ask Mo Jiang for Bai Juan, but after entering the holy station, he inexplicably sensed that Bai Juan was only a thousand feet away. Mo Ye's excited mouth stuttered even more.

After sucking a few times, a hundred Sage Muna's entered the outside of the moss. Mo Xie glanced at it and stammered with a smile. "Moss plant friends, the secret art of the lineage, outside and outside".

Moss Jiang was so suffocated that his face was black and green, and he really couldn't listen to Mo Ye's stammering. The meaning has been understood, and the practice of secret art is not seen by outsiders. Moss Jiang interrupted Mo Xie's stammering. "Participate in the Zhiyou's farewell, and after three days, please send the sages to the Holy Land as soon as possible, and don't waste time."

"Go for it". Mo Ye waved his hand. Moss Jiang glanced at Moss Hong and walked away from Moss.

Mo Evil Divine Sense glanced at the moss Jiang thousands of feet away. With a flick of his finger, black light flashed, and the black armor turned into a huge light shield, covering the mossy ground.

The moss Jiang who had just let go of his divine consciousness hissed as if he had hit the power grid, and several wisps of divine consciousness emitted black smoke and flew back into the sea of consciousness beads. Moss Jiang's body leaned back in pain, and he fell to the ground on all fours. Moss Hong and Moss Sumire hurriedly came up to help Moss Jiang who was moaning.

A black spot burned out of the center of Mossy Jiang's eyebrows, and the pain made Mossy Jiang's face glow green, and it took a long time to return to its original color. Moss Jiang scolded secretly, and his heart was horrified, what is the black cover, which can block the Divine Consciousness of the Formation Realm?

Mo Xie didn't pay attention to the things outside the cover, the battle armor that the medicine saint couldn't see through, what should Mo Jiang do, and the magic effect of the battle armor, Mo Xie was confident.

Mo Ye looked at Bai Juan, who was dull-eyed, but elegant and delicate, with a ghostly evil smile on his face, and walked up to Zhang Jing, gritting his teeth and rubbing his head. "Dead Zhang Jing, it fell into the hands of Young Master Ben today, see how I clean you up."

The pointed nails stretched out, pinched Zhang Jing's cheeks fiercely, twisted it twice, and snapped at Zhang Jing's head for more than a dozen brains. Zhang Jing's forehead burst into a black spot.

Zhang Jing burst into tears in pain, but she stood like a stone carving. Mo Xie stretched out two dragon claw hands, gestured at Zhang Jing's towering jade peak, glanced at Danhai, and glanced at Bai Juan. A roundabout kick on Zhang Jing's round ass.

Snorted fiercely. Ignoring Zhang Jing, who was grinning, he took Bai Juan's little hand and entered the moss.

Eight green eyes, through the green velvet Tess, were just about to concentrate, and four black lightning bolts in the air snapped on the four pillars of the moss.

With a squeak, the green light instantly burned in the black flames, and twelve piles of white ash were piled on the ground. Mo Xie took a deep breath and cursed in his heart. "Damn, this moss is actually made of the skeleton of a saint."

For ordinary saints, the black armor emits lightning that can burn the saints into turbidity, and the bones of the twelve saints can leave ashes, and the realm is at least above the cultivation realm.

Mo Xie pointed his fingertips and released several soundproof screens. Hold the "Holy Name Essence" and put it in your mouth. Poof, the "Holy Name Essence" hit the center of Bai Juan's eyebrows, and there was a sound of burning skin, leaving a little red mark on Bai Juan's white eyebrows.

Spirit, Bai Juan shivered as if he was shocked, shaking his dizzy head, and his phoenix eyes were the size of a bell. looked at Mo Ye with a bad smile, and stood stunned. I clearly remember being chased and killed by several strange sages, and as soon as I escaped into the tree, my head buzzed and fainted, how did I wake up and see Mo Ye's longing face.

Mo Xie smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head. "Juan'er, it's good"!

"Mo Xie, I'm not dreaming, am I?" Bai Juan raised Bai Xi's little hand, pinched his face fiercely, and threw himself into Mo Xie's arms with a wow. Crying, beating, biting, and making trouble, making Mo Xie numb his claws, patting Bai Juan's back, I don't know what to do.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Xie was wet in front of him, and there were several tooth marks on his neck. The ears were stretched a little longer. "You said that you were waiting for you in Shengyun City, fifty years have passed, where have you gone."

Five hundred miles away, the wind was blowing, the rain was falling loudly, and the rain of white flowers was simply a flowing river, scrambling to flow down from Mo Ye's hair. The wind swept the torrential rain like countless whips, whipping Mo Ye's face fiercely. There was thunder, and lightning flashed like day.

In the black fir forest, Mo Xie stood in the wind and rain with his teeth bared, the beads with broken threads were like white tears, and the wind roared like resentment, splitting his head and covering his face to beat, blow, and bite Mo Ye.

A bolt of lightning cut through the dark and dreary sky, and Mo Xie's face and neck revealed a round red light. The dark clouds were dark and heavy, the leaves of the fir trees swayed wildly, and the flowers and plants on the ground shook their bodies as if they were bending over with laughter. (To be continued......)