The mountain peaks are undulating, and the peaks are stacked with cockroaches. The faintly majestic summit is shrouded in mist, and the white clouds and mist of the mountains are drifting with the wind. Mo Xie held the "cold line cocoon" and galloped on the green mountains of Saga, full of lush trees, clear blue sky and ethereal clouds, like elegant and interesting light ink landscapes flying by at his feet.

The phantom fire fox strung back and forth in the "cold line cocoon", with big plush eyes, staring blankly at the shadows of the passing mountains and trees. "Saint, you are lazy, why did you lose your words when you saw the clansmen let me go."

Mo Xie bared his white teeth and smiled. "You are stupid, why do you only see those two old foxes, but not your fox body"?

The phantom fire fox was silent, and honestly lay in the airspace of the "cold line cocoon". Flaming red furry claws pressed against the pointed mouth. Bean-sized tears crackled and fell. Mo Ye pouted. "I know how to cry, how to have two temperaments with the fox body."

Mo Xie put away the "Cold Line Cocoon", recited the mysterious spell and took a hundred miles, and flew towards the Green Rui Pass. Mo Xie didn't dare to slack off, as soon as the phantom fire fox appeared, the two old foxes would definitely be able to smell and follow.

Thousands of feet from the ground, the dangerous peaks stand tall, the momentum is like a dragon raising its head, and the air is like a tiger roaring mountains. Mo Ye flew day and night in the clouds of the red glow of Lanshan. Mo Ye didn't have to think about it, a group of foxes must be staring at their whereabouts.

Mo Evil Divine Sense glanced far into the sky, and thousands of miles away, the sound of the vast magic explosion resounded through the heavens and the earth. Mo Xie paused in the blue sky, his divine consciousness that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Desolate frontier, who will get here.

Mo Ye was a little melancholy, his divine consciousness was obviously fleeing, but he fled in this direction. Mo Ye's figure was shining with stars. Fall into the steep and steep Hengyuan Peak. The phantom Mo Xie stood heroically in the blue sky, and ten thousand black threads flew in the wind.

A pink light flew away. "Hundred bags of young master, come and save me".

A pink-clad saint. His clothes and makeup were not neat, and his hair flew messily towards the phantom Mo Xie.

"Like incense"? Phantom Mo Ye was stunned. Since I said goodbye to the ice cave, I didn't expect to see Ruxiang here. Mo Xie was puzzled, what is Ruxiang doing here?

The divine sense was like a shadow behind Xiang, and the six cultivators rushed over. "The holy friends in front of you will be grateful for the evil spirits."

The phantom Mo looked at it with a blank face, and his pupils turned around. "Friend of the Green Willows. It's okay for you to do it this time."

The more the cultivator escaped, the faster he went, and he saw that he had escaped into the range of spell killing. Mo Xie had to beg Green Willow, the six cultivators. That was something that the Gugen Third-Order Saint could stop.

"Two pith", the green willow with three willow branches hanging low, knocking on the bamboo pole in time. Mo Xie's eyes were out of breath.

"Damn, live in my Danhai. Inhale my aura. When it is critical, they also knock me on the bamboo bar." Mo Xie scolded in his heart, but there was no way, if he changed someone else, Mo Xie would have run away.

The phantom shadow condensed in the blue sky was not evil, and with one stretch of five fingers, five emerald green branches swayed out, and the green shadow was floating in the sky in an instant. The sky is full of verdant leaves. Covering the heavens and the earth.

The six cultivators of the saints stopped thousands of feet away in an instant. "Hehehe. It turned out to be a willow spirit."

"Jing Shengyou, Chu Shengyou went to hunt down the Dryad. The rest of the holy friends, come and trim the branches of the willows." A middle-aged saint giggled and divided her work, not taking the murderous Mo Ye seriously at all.

The two crystals of light fled in a hurry, chasing Ruxiang who fled into the wilderness. Mo Xie's eyelids jumped, and he muttered in his heart. "This is too fragrant, there is a big difficulty in returning, and the smoke is gone. Last time in the Ice Cave, I left Mo Ye in the blink of an eye."

Mo Xie condensed and condensed, covering the holy body. The cold light of the spell glistened on the fingertips.

"Yo, it's not simple, the demon can also use the Holy Clan's magic." A bearded saint priest pointed at Mo Ye and laughed, so angry that Mo Ye rolled his eyes.

The sky was full of willows, whistling towards the Draped Saint. The leaves are shining, and the emerald green willow leaves turn into countless willow leaf flying needles with the sound of the shoots, marking the sharp and piercing sound of breaking the air, setting off a burst of green shadows.

The Bearded Saint exclaimed, the willow demon seems to be in the realm but the shadow, how to play the soul transformation realm demon technique. The Draped Saint was in a hurry for a while, forgetting to escape, and hurriedly played out several spells, and one after another the holy spells were as fragile as skin. Just connected to the flying willow leaves, countless spiritual lights burst out.

Whoosh, whoosh, the middle-aged saint and the other two cultivators were stunned, and hurriedly condensed the spell and hit the green light and shadow in the sky. Ten thousand crystals burst out of the blue sky. The circular explosion fog scattered in a disorderly manner.

A yellow light escaped from behind the emerald green willow light, and the power of the spell was extremely weak, and the three middle-aged saints and other saints who were first aided by the saints did not pay any more attention. The yellow light with a black tail fin shot straight at the Draped Saint.

Several spells condensed by the Draped Hair Saint were all broken by the green shadow willow light, and before the new spell could be condensed, the yellow light and black tail splitting wind slash had already hit in front of him. The middle-aged saint is a saint with divine sense. "Standing shield".

Boom, boom, two loud bangs, the Clothed Saint Priest flew forward, the Holy Body shook again and again, a yellow light hit, the Clothed Saint's eyes burst out, his mouth was big, and the red tongue stretched out half an inch. Followed by a black mang, the chest of the draped saint was violently sunken inward, and Bai Ren flipped over, knocked out of the hundred feet, and fell into the green trees and grass.

The middle-aged saint was stunned with fright, how could the demon of the Shadow Transformation Realm be played, it is equivalent to the demon art of the cultivation realm, and it can also play the holy art of the solid root realm, is it a combination of the demon saint.

There are often demon saint combinations in the holy realm, and most of them are when the saint refines the demon beads of the demon clan, he is eroded by the demon qi and cultivates the body of half saint and half demon. The Demon Saint Merge Sage will have a great change in temperament, sometimes gentle as holy, sometimes manic and killing. There are many borders of this kind of Sage Zerg, Beast Clan, and Soul Clan, and the border passes of the Zhi Clan are rare.

Whoosh, the branches swayed, and in the shadows of the trees, two sticks of green grass flew out of the head of the bearded saint. Rushing with a roar of tiger eyes. Although the Mo evil magic method is fierce, it is in the middle of the front chest of the saint.

The Draped Saint was knocked out of the way, and although he was shocked a lot, he was not seriously injured because he was wearing a holy cloud suit. The bearded priest roared hoarsely. "Demon, you dare to hurt this young master, I want to refine your essence and blood."

The three sages of the middle-aged saint did not dare to attack again, and hurriedly fled to the body of the draped saint and bowed deeply. "It is not about whether the Lord can be hurt".

The Bearded Saint stared at Mo Ye through gritted teeth. "It's okay to take him down, I'm going to take him as a demon pet and bully him day and night."

The middle-aged saint said. "Shaoguan Lord, this demon may be a demon and saint, and he will plant the clan and the holy clan with two spells."

"Oh, yes, I didn't think of it, rare treasures! The words of the Draped Saint had just ended. Four golden locks flew into the blue sky, snapped, snapped open four "lock" words.

Countless golden circles of light appeared around Phantom Mo Ye, and in an instant, the aura in the golden circle disappeared as if it had been drained.

Mo Xie made a sarcastic face, and scolded his mother in his heart. I really want to find Ruxiang, pointing at her nose and scolding. Mo Ye heard the middle-aged saint call the bearded saint "Shaoguan Lord". The eyes are bigger. It's only 30,000 miles away from the Green Rui Pass. "Shaoguan master", needless to say, must be the young master of Lurui Pass. It's fucking unlucky. I knew that I would use my real body, not a phantom.

Mo Xie found that the phantom also had flaws, and most of the academic methods could be used, and the only thing that could not be used was the transfiguration technique. Mo Xie wanted to conjure up other face shapes, it was useless. Only in true form.

The four golden locks in the blue sky disappeared in a flash, and the sage priest oral chanting spell was sparse = the squid was squided and the squid was loyal to the squid and the squid was reversed

On the blue sky that Phantom Mo Ye stared at, the word "cover" that fell sharply changed his face, and the word "cover" revealed the pressure of divine consciousness. I didn't expect that there was a condensing realm spirit weapon in the golden lock. The three divine senses overwhelmed the Mo Evil Divine Sense. With the change of divine consciousness, the four divine consciousness condensation pillars stood around Mo Ye.

There was a buzz and it spun rapidly. Mo Xie felt the pressure of the divine power turn into a divine consciousness blade, peeling the phantom Mo Evil Holy Clothes into pieces as if he were peeling and scraping the flesh. Only then did Mo Xie realize that the blade was not a divine sense, but a holy weapon.

Phantom Mo Ye was stunned as if he was stupid, and the entire holy body was swept into the three blades. With a bang, the phantom Mo Ye exploded into a blood mist. Instead, a drop of essence blood fell, and it fell into the lush primeval forest, hitting a green tree, and the wind shook the leaves like a wind.

The Bearded Saint's eyes froze, and he looked at the "Golden Blade Lock" in puzzlement. It's really fucking strange, the demon saint who was still boundless just now has become so fragile in the blink of an eye. Even the "Golden Blade Lock" didn't block the formation once, and it turned into a blood mist.

"Strong on the outside and dry in the middle". The bearded saint laughed. The finger is directed at the "Golden Blade Lock". With a buzz, the "Golden Blade Lock" turned into a golden light and flew back into the palm of the Phifa Saint's hand.

The middle-aged saint fled to the Draped Saint with a gloomy face and took out a crystal shaft. "Don't close the master, we're in trouble, you see."

The middle-aged saint pointed the crystal shaft to the Draped Saint. The eyes of the bearded saint were then glazed into brass bells. A jade-faced saint was reflected in the crystal shaft, as if Mo Xie had imprinted it. On one side is a line of crystal characters. "The fourth-level pursuit and killing order of the Holy Realm, keep the mouth alive".

The crystal shaft bounced back violently, and cold sweat fell from the forehead of the Draped Saint. "Damn, I don't have a long mouth, I don't know how to say it."

The middle-aged saint was busy with the divine consciousness of the Draped Saint. "Young master, go quickly, leave this place of non-compliance, and pretend not to know."

"Go", the four crystals of light fled towards the green Rui Pass, and there was no shadow in the smoke, leaving a burst of sweat in the blue sky.

Thousands of feet away, a coiled branch moved, crisscrossing the scaly bark, reflecting a white and tender face, and the smiling divine consciousness flew out of the four sages thousands of miles away. Muttering something in his mouth, he moved to the front of the tree. With a finger, a drop of essence blood flew into his mouth.

Mo Ye swept his eyes and blue the sky, what's wrong with the Draped Hair Saint, clamoring to refine the essence blood, give him a drop, don't look at it, and fled in a panic, the old woman, showed him something, scared like that.

Mo Ye's face staggered and staggered, turning into an old man's face in an instant, which was the Jing Xun method of chasing Ruxiang. Mo Ye touched the pockmarked face of the ditch bag and pouted. The starlight was shining, and Mo Xie turned into a blue light, and chased after the Draped Saint unhurriedly. muttered in my heart. "Ruxiang, it's better to run away." (To be continued......)