The twilight room seemed to be unroofed and lit up, and Mo Ye was pushed out of the room by a strong thrust.

Verdant bamboo, slim and jade standing slender knots, upright posture, like the wind, bamboo leaves make bursts of "rustling" sound, like the sound of playing the piano gently, shaking wisps of sunshine, dripping with showers of rain and dew.

In this small clearing between the bamboo shadows, there were hundreds of Sages standing with their heads bowed respectfully, and more than a dozen Qi Condensation Realm Sages standing in the sky. A cold-faced, arrogant saint squinted his eyes and stared at the sages who were only promised.

"Everyone, yesterday the Yicheng thief 'ghost shadow' entered the city, in order to keep the 'Ghost Festival' peaceful, not to be investigated, please forgive me, come! After the fifth-order saint priest of condensing qi respectfully bowed to the arrogant saint, he pouted and fled to the bamboo shadow, explaining in a slow voice.

Mo Xie chuckled in his heart, his fists tightened, the light of the ghost flashed in his eyes, and he scolded in his heart!

A shadow appeared in Mo Ye's heart, and it seemed that he had to fight again.

"You come here". The Inspector with the crystal card begins to point the Sage.

A thin old saint, wrapped in a wide holy robe and barefoot, seemed to have just come out of the bed, nodded and bowed, and the bark lines in his eyes were flattened with a smile. "Lord Inspector called me! Hard! Hard! I'll come first."

The thin old saint stretched out his dry leather hand and gently pressed it on the crystal card, and a clear light flashed on the crystal card. The rune totem lights up.

Outer disciple of the Yi family: Return to the bridge

Realm: The third order of condensation

Record: Zero

The Dharma Inspector stared at the battle record, and the old man with a slanky face snorted as if he owed him eight hundred crystals.

The thin old priest was embarrassed to lower his unkempt gray hair. "I have practiced for thousands of years, but I haven't saved up any achievements."

"Get out!" The Dharma Inspector glanced at the arrogant saint and scolded silently.

"Yes, yes, I'll get out!" The thin saint nodded and fled from the holy lodge wearing a wide holy robe.

"You have been". The law-patrol glanced at the thin figure. Tap the next name. After saying two words, his eyes froze, his mouth turned into a scoop shape, and he howled like a pig. "Ghost Shadow".

More than a dozen Dharma Patrol Inspectors' scalps went numb with a buzz, and they looked at the Dharma-Patrol Inspectors in astonishment. I saw the crystal card inspector, holding his waist, with a crying face.

The arrogant saint raised his eyebrows, and a fork-shaped monster condensed his palm, slashing towards the airspace. Two winged monsters let out a long roar. It turned into two red rays of light, like the red rays shot by the morning sun, and turned into red dots, hiding the airspace.

The arrogant saint's figure flashed and chased after the shadow of the thin saint who had just faded, and disappeared with the roar of more than a dozen law inspectors. Ten cross-shaped white rays fell from the airspace, striking on the thin shadows.

Tuocheng, immersed in the brief silence of the early morning, seemed to poke a hornet's nest, and the buzzing sound blew up the camp with that scream. Crackling spells splashed, mixed with the beautiful white cross, and loud and small angry scolding sounded. From near to far, from loud to deep, gradually far away.

In the dewy bamboo shadows, only a group of stunned sages were left, staring at the suspicious eyes that shimmered with crystalline light. God knows Baili Tuo City. Although Mo Xie couldn't see the chaos in the distance, he could hear and sense the angry scolding and heartbeat of the Dharma Patrol and the Holy One in the distance.

"Ghost Shadow"? Who is sacred, how dare to act so recklessly in the Yi Family's Heavy City? Mo Xie is a strange person who makes trouble in the Holy Realm, and he does not have the courage to make such a blatant provocation in the Holy Realm City. This is simply not taking the Yi family in his eyes.

"Have you heard? This 'ghost shadow' will come to make trouble every time Yijia holds a 'ghost festival'. It hasn't stopped for thousands of years, and the elders of the Yi family's incarnation level have nothing to do with him, ten years ago, 'Halloween'. More than ten elders of the Yi family incarnate level are in the town, and they still let the 'ghost shadow' swagger and leave as if nothing happened, making more than a dozen elders of the Yi family disgraced, look at it, this year's 'Ghost Day' has a good show again." The Mo Evil God recognized the empty space, and several sages behind him whispered.

"Yes, this 'ghost shadow' doesn't know what kind of hatred and desire he has with the Yi family, so he is against the Yi family?" another saint asked.

"It's hard to say! There are so many sayings, I've heard that." Several sages are getting farther and farther away.

"Well, you want to die!" said a withered old saint coldly. Several sages were so frightened that their faces changed, they lowered their heads and hurriedly closed their mouths, and left the bamboo forest in a gloomy manner.

Mo Xie originally wanted to hear the legendary story of the "Ghost Shadow", and listened to the beginning with great interest, so he was interrupted by the withered old saint. glared at the dry-faced old saint fiercely, damn, that nosy little old man.

The withered-faced old saint smiled and winked at Mo Ye, and a wave of divine consciousness broke into the sea of Mo Ye's consciousness. "Do you want to know the inside story of the Ghost Shadow, do you want to know who the 'Ghost Shadow' is, do you want to know why the 'Ghost Shadow' is making a 'Halloween Festival'?"

The withered old sage walked to Mo Ye's side with a divine sense, and mysteriously pulled Mo Ye to the edge of the bamboo forest, took out a few crystal books, and said: "The holy friend thinks about his secrets, you can read the 'ghost shadow secrets', all the questions are easily solved, these are the secrets collected by the saints of Yicheng for thousands of years, and the Yi family prohibits the flow of the market."

Mo Xie blinked his eyes twice, and scolded in his heart: "Damn, I said that the dry-faced old saint is so wide, it turns out that he is doing this."

Mo Xie picked up a crystal book. "What is the price of the Holy Friend"?

"There are five spars in a single crystal book, and there are five crystal books and twenty spars in the whole crystal book." The wrinkled face of the withered old saint stretched out, and his eyes narrowed into a slit with pleasure.

Mo Xie was puzzled in his heart, and his appetite was dry because of the events of the past two days. Hurriedly took out the twenty crystals and handed them to the withered old saint. Took a big crystal book. I just want to press the center of my eyebrows to quench my thirst.

The wither-faced old saint pressed Mo Ye's hand. "Holy Friend's book is a banned book by the Yi family, and it can only be read secretly in the dead of night, and it cannot be so publicized."

Mo Xie thought about it too, the whole city was catching the "ghost shadow", and it was not good to read his books openly, so he was busy putting it into the holy bag and putting it into the "War Shadow Crystal Platform".

The withered old priest grinned, dodged and squeezed towards the group of saints in the distance, pulling another saint priest to smile with a mouse's eyebrow.

Suddenly, Mo Xie's face turned red, his teeth clenched, the tip of his nose was red with a layer of sweat due to the anger burning in his heart, his eyes spewed out a burst of fire, and his hand stretched out, grabbing the smiling withered old saint with a fierce attitude.

The wither-faced old saint unintentionally glanced at Mo Ye, and fled into the street outside the holy inn with a smoke, Mo Ye grabbed an afterimage, and quickly escaped into the street, and escaped to the figure of the old saint in a breath, and the crystal hand roped to the back shin of the dry-faced old saint, and gently pinched, it turned out to be another afterimage.

Mo Ye's face turned red. There have been thousands of battles in the Cultivation Domain and the Wasteland, and no kind of strong enemy has ever been encountered, even the Great Sage of the Fifth Order of Condensation has fought, but this deceitful old Sage in front of him has not succeeded in catching it.

There were a few dry laughs from the dry-faced old saint in his ears, Mo Xie condensed the figure of the dry-faced old saint, and was dumbfounded, and the old saint on the street in the distance stood in front of several Dharma inspectors.

Mo Ye's nose was smoking, and Mo Ye's true body in the Battle Shadow Observatory burned out a red circle in the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of black gas, what kind of crystal book was this, I don't know where the ghostly burning qi was sucked from, and it almost disfigured Mo Ye.

Mo Xie was so angry that his face was flushed, and then his face was a little blue, and a green tendon on his forehead was rising, jumping one by one. Like a beast that was forced to be embarrassed, staring at the grinning withered old saint, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

The wither-faced old saint pointed at Mo Xie, and several Dharma inspectors looked over here. Mo Ye's face twitched, his head lowered, and he squeezed into the holy group in a gray manner. I was so depressed in my heart! I didn't encounter anything good when I woke up early in the morning, my lungs were about to explode, and I glanced behind me, and angrily bumped into the sages who came and went.

"What are you squeezing, I want to sign up and queue up at the back." Mo Ye angrily squeezed several times in the crowded holy group, and was knocked out of the holy group by four or five powerful big hands.

Mo Xie is angry! The fire in his heart has nowhere to start, and he is pushed by the sage, think about the first-order great saint of condensation, the technique of condensation and retreat, how good it is, condensing in the airspace, standing on the territory, not to mention pushing, it is good to be able to withdraw one or two steps when the magic of ten thousand jin is played, how can it be pushed out of the holy group.

Unquenchable anger erupted like a volcano. His eyebrows twitched as if he had spoken, and his eyes spewed red as he stared at the pusher. Poof! The anger on Mo Xie's face was like suffocating into the clouds, and he was silent as if he had poured water on his head.

I saw three tower-like saints standing in front of Mo Xie, wearing the special battle armor of the Dharma Patrol, embroidered with the golden word "Yi" on their robes, staring at the eyes that were several circles larger than Mo Ye's eyes, and agitating their big nostrils.

Three big hands, two grabbed Mo Ye's shoulder armor, and one grabbed Mo Ye's chest, and the scorching fire sprayed onto Mo Ye's face. "The saints are registered, or to see the excitement, watch the excitement and go away."

Mo Xie was depressed just now, thinking about how to avoid the gaze of several Dharma Inspectors in the distance, and hurriedly squeezed into this holy group, but he didn't expect that he didn't escape from the Tiger Sense, but escaped into the tiger's claws, and was pressed by the three Condensing Third-Order Dharma Inspectors.

Mo Ye's face changed sharply. Without thinking, he hurriedly said, "Sign up."

Moxie stood in front of the three law-patrolling people who looked like a single book, and was slapped several times by two powerful big hands. "Good look, courageous, please inside."

Before Mo Xie could understand what was going on, the two law-patrolling people with their backs changed their faces, nodded their heads, and their faces were smiling, their eyes staring at the glittering spar, bursting with the light of the fire crystal. The big hand like pincers grabbed Mo Ye's fleshy arm and pulled it up to the crystal platform that was a few feet high.

An old saint with a tiger's back walked to the crystal platform, enthusiastically holding Mo Ye's hand, and his smiling eyes became a slit. "Come to the Holy Priest, this year's 'Ghost Day', you are the first shot of the 'Chaoyin Valley', come, the lord of this valley will personally log in for you."

Mo Xie found that it was broken, and the tiger-backed old saint in front of him condensed the sixth order, and peeked around the crystal platform, and Mo Ye's head buzzed. "This fucking fell into the condensation nest."

I saw that on the crystal platform, in addition to the tiger-backed law-patrolling and tiger-backed old saints behind him, there were dozens of great sages above the fourth order of condensation, with big eyes, small eyes, flattering eyes, and startled eyes all narrowed into smiling eyes, grinning and flowering mouths, staring at Mo Ye.

A Qi Condensing First-Order Dharma Patrol hurriedly ran to the tiger-backed old saint with the crystal disk and bowed deeply. "The Lord of the Valley". (To be continued......)