Mo Xie's swarthy pupils flashed with the bloody blade and blood shadow that swept in. The brows are locked into pimples, the blood shadow is so familiar, in the realm of knowledge that is out of reach, the memory of the blood shadow flashes, but I can't remember when this shadow appeared, when it was imprinted, but it was so profound, and it was so blurry, like a dream, condensed in the dream, condensed on the boundless "blood spirit flower".

The blood shadow is so ethereal, and the "Blood Spirit Flower" seems to be so fascinated, which makes Mo Ye's heart shudder, this blood shadow fills the blank of memory, and it is the chilling years that leave a chilling shadow.

The red skeleton seemed to have its teeth bared, and the sound of bones shattering sounded in the airspace, and the roots were white and glowing, and the drenched light and shadow flashed from the tearing airspace. The blood-colored dragon-shaped light swirled around the blood-red wind shadow, and the blood light slashed from the wind shadow towards the red-haired skull that swirled with the wind.

The blood skull was scattered with the light of the fire tail hair, chasing the bloody shadow of the evil light, and it was not worth paying attention to the tooth-shaped blade shadow that fell in the air. The forbidden slave howled roughly, and as the red shadow crystal hammer turned into a cold shadow and swept into the air to fight.

The blood shadow dragon-shaped evil light swirled slightly, the blood light hit the cold shadow, the wind blade struck, the blood-shaped sawtooth slowly expanded, the rows of tooth blades pressed down, and a palate bloody mouth bit towards the cold shadow, and the coercion was overwhelming, and the airspace in front of the cold shadow bit out broken black lines.

The cold shadow did not stop, and the skull that burned with flames flashed out in front of the shadow, and gnawed at the bloody mouth with white light.

Boom! Click! Several white, white, red, and red starlight fell from the blood-red airspace. The Blood Shadow Light and the Cold Shadow Skull snapped together, and you slammed into the sawtooth and bone teeth in the airspace.

Mo Evil Divine Consciousness is condensed, the combat power of the Forbidden Consciousness Slave is not below the fourth order of condensation, and the battle with the Blood Illusory Shadow is so laborious, what kind of realm should the Sage who drives the Blood Shadow be. Mo Ye stared at the endless green grass and dotted green light beyond the shadow of the ten miles of frost flowers and snow. Like the scales of the morning light on the water.

Escaping from the cold battle group, Mo Xie stood in the fresh and psychedelic grass scent wind, and the breeze carried a faint grass fragrance. The green and tender grass was blown like ripples, and the tips of the grass swayed slightly.

"Hehehe, the insect soul of the year was so strong." Mo Ye stood in the fragrant grass wind, and a gust of wind sounded. The sound of vigor seemed to come from the distant heavens, turning into a dull drum beat.

Mo Xie took a breath of grass and half narrowed his pupils. This voice is so familiar, when have you heard it, you can't remember it for a while, so you have to stare at the sky. It seems to be a blank in the memory of recall.

A dead tree-like phantom white-haired old saint stood in the airspace, his long white hair hanging down his waist, and his white beard blocking his abdomen, looking like he was wearing a long-haired coat from a distance. Although the sideburns are long and white, the face is delicate and white like fine porcelain, and it is exposed to the rain and sun, but it does not wilt and does not tan. The mouth flap is like a quiet crescent moon, with a quiet smile.

Behind the illusory old saint. But it is a terrible shadow. The bark of the ancient pine trees is rough like pieces of horn scales, and the long branches stretch out to the sky, and the leaves are like a small fan, covering the shadowy tree domain. Under the shade of the trees sat countless blood shadows that could not see the realm. The eyes of the blood shadow flashed with a blood-colored cold light, and in the distance, the ancient trees were connected, and the pieces of blood shadows reflected each other. No one can see the end of the tree. Shadow of the margin.

"The little saint is very forgetful! I thought that I had come to repay the kindness of hundreds of years ago, but I had forgotten my kindness." The phantom old saint sighed, slowly shaking the white flower's sideburns and long hair.

The Mo Evil Consciousness Domain was in a mess. Zhihai was about to fall, and he couldn't remember what the old sage of the illusory shadow meant, where he had seen it, but the voice was too familiar, and it was dull and beating drums in the domain of knowledge.

Mo Ye smiled awkwardly. "The voice of the ancient spiritual friend, Mo Xie seems to have heard it, but I really can't remember where I have seen the spiritual friend."

The phantom old saint laughed a long time. "Mo Shengyou can remember my surname Gu, which means that you haven't forgotten the past, but at that time, your wisdom was trapped by the insect soul and you can't remember it, don't talk about the old feelings, Shengyou must be a trespasser who has disturbed the wasteland for a hundred years!"

Mo Xie smiled and said nothing, many things did not need to be explained in detail, and looked at the phantom old saint with a smile. "Gu Lingyou, Mo really can't think of it."

"Zeng Zhen, the Holy Friend doesn't remember?" The phantom old saint twisted his thick long beard, raised his white eyebrows, and had doubts on his face.

"I don't remember". Mo Xie shook his head, Zeng Zhen. Mo Xie didn't know this name at first, but later met Chengying, and Chengying talked about Zeng Cheng. Don't know what to say, that's false.

"Xiao Lanshan, I don't remember?" The phantom old saint stood with white eyebrows, and raised a sword shadow that stood obliquely, and the clouds on his face were much thicker.

"I don't know". Mo Ye shook his head half-stupidly, this entanglement in his heart, the phantom old saint seemed to really know that period of blank years without saintly knowledge.

"I don't remember?" a ray of red light appeared on the white face of the illusory old saint, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Ye shook his head, his heart was even more confused, who was Anran? He had never heard of this name, let alone knew it.

The Phantom Old Priest sighed and looked up at the sunlight hiding in the clouds, and the sky seemed to become gloomy. "Hey, a debt of sin, forget jì is really clean!

The face of the illusory old saint became gloomy, and he wanted to miss an old love and let Mo Xie go through the grass domain, but now he heard Mo Xie and didn't know what to ask, and he forgot it cleanly. This anger will not be hit in one place, to say that Mo Xie has forgotten jì, the phantom old saint thinks that Mo Ye has to suffer thunder, and it is not an exaggeration to cut it with a thousand knives.

Under the thousands of ancient trees, tens of thousands of blood soul war shadows jumped up, and the blood spirit blade in his hand ignited boundless blood-colored flames, and the emerald green ancient leaves turned into fiery maple leaves under the illumination of blood-colored scales.

Blood shadows flew up in the vast expanse, flying around in a sinister manner. The beautiful glow of light burned like flames, covering half of the sky, and the atmosphere became extremely ghostly, and the bloody aura rushed to the face.

The combat power of the blood shadow Mo Xie has seen it, and a blood shadow is equal to the forbidden knowledge slave battle, and now behind him, the blood-red battle group is still tearing and fighting.

The black armor sucked and stared at the phantom, the strange-faced ghost head shield stood in front of him, Mo Ye held the spell in one hand and "extinguished the fire" in the other. His face was like a frozen stone face, and he was frightened by condensation.

The realm of the Illusory Old Saint is not terrifying, and the tens of thousands of Blood Soul War Shadows in the same realm behind him are terrifying, not to mention that they all pounced on them, rushing towards one hundred and eighty of them, Mo Ye is afraid that it will be difficult to deal with, no wonder Miao Meng, as a fifth-order Great Saint of Qi Condensation, also strongly disapproves of Mo Ye going to this domain.

Two blood-colored dragon-shaped shadows swirled in the airspace, a dragon roared, and the scorching evil qi swirled in front of Mo Xie's body, and several fire dragons staggered from the far sky with their big mouths of flames, the fire mouths opened wider and wider, the zigzag-shaped fangs flashed with bloody light, and a dazzling flame erupted from the bottomless dragon's mouth, and the rolling flames seemed to burn the airspace in front of him. Mo Xie's face was burning with pain, and it snorted like a pig's skin.

The strange-faced ghost head shield was lightly lifted, and several shield shadows turned into black-faced fanged ghosts, pushing the ghost head shield shadow to hit the dragon-shaped fire mouth, and the half-way sprayed fire tongue was pushed back to the blood shadow dragon's mouth by the ghost head, and with a bang, a blood-colored light exploded, and the blood shadow and blood spirit blade turned into a piece of blood.

At the moment of the shield, the "fire extinguishing" ignited a cold green light, Mo Xieshu flicked his fingers, the flames of the burning fire jumped at the fingertips, the ghost jumped with the flames, and the black flames were rising, and the shadow of the fire could not be seen, it was a black air mass.

The fire of the yin flame snapped into a fireworks, and a star of anger flew down to "extinguish the fire" Qinghan's sharp shadow, and the black line of fire flashed over the blade, like a pearl of fiery black light instantly brushed by, and the "fire extinguishing" jumped up the black light of the sky,

The black and bright slanting light, flickering and unstable black drenching qi, slashed towards the blood shadow that broke through the light of the blood spirit blade. It seems that groups of ink dots are circling away, calling each other and making endless noise.

The blood shadow's figure did not retreat, but advanced, and pounced on Mo Ye with the castration of the blood spirit blade light. The ink dots silently passed through the blood shadow, and was instantly swallowed by the Yin Burning Sword, and the swarthy shadow fell into the emerald green grass, burning several holy black shadows.

The blood shadow collapsed, dozens of blood shadows rushed in, swirling the dragon-shaped fire shadow blade, falling into the sky, the fire clouds falling from the sky, swirling with bloody evil qi, the blades and blades reflected each other, the shadows and shadows were connected, Mo Ye saw the blood dragon flying in front of him, the blood teeth gnawed at the sky, and the pillars of fire crisscrossed the Dao, devouring Mo Ye in the blood-colored sea of fire.

Dozens of blood shadows swung their blades down, and behind the blood shadows, hundreds of blood shadows slanted at the blood-colored blood spirit blades, pointing at the flame-rolling sky, and the blood light was like a blood-colored waterfall, gradually submerging the previous blood shadows.

The long wave of blood shadows did not stop because of this, thousands of blood shadows floated in the airspace, a pair of blood-red eyes, flashing with the black shadow of Mo Xie, thousands of strands of blood hair danced into a blood-colored long cloak with the rapid wind, and the strong hands were blood-colored, tightly holding the blood spirit blade, holding the bloodshot white teeth, and chattering fiercely dancing with the blood blade to slash out.

Mo Evil's black battle armor is strange, and in a flash, dozens, hundreds of fanged ghosts, pushing the monster-faced ghost head shield, collided with the Hokage's blood-colored dragon's mouth. Although the blood-colored fire shadow was extremely bad, it couldn't stop the ghost shield from devouring it, and before it could pounce on Mo Xie, it was sucked into the shield by the monster-faced ghost shield, and disappeared in the airspace before the slightest sound appeared.

Leaving only the blood shadow with his bare hands, he stretched his neck and rushed towards Mo Ye, as if waiting for the black light blade shadow to cut down. The black mangs flashed blood shadows mercilessly, shaving their heads and slashing their waists through several black lines. Dozens or hundreds of blood shadows, blood crystals stared, and there was a long sound in the airspace, and countless black shadows fell on their backs.

The green grass was gone, and black and scorched shadows fell on the black and red soil, leaving overlapping figures, like corpses piled together, one on top of the other, one on top of the other.

The corners of the face of the illusory old saint gradually became solemn, the blood soul war shadow was condensed with the "blood soul" of 100,000 saints for millions of years before it was condensed, although the blood shadow realm was low, but the "blood spirit blade" was a holy weapon of the qi condensation realm, and the power of condensation could reach the third order of qi condensation. (To be continued......)