The green-haired planter looked at Mo Ye like a monster, and his mouth was so excited that he couldn't speak. "Ahh

"You say Zhizu". The space swayed slightly, wanting to escape from the War Shadow Crystal Platform, and opened his mouth in a daze, and what he wanted to say seemed to be still echoing in another space.

Mo Evil Saint fell heavily to the edge of the "Blood Flower Forest". With a bang, the sharp thorns of the "piercing lemon" fell tightly. A long sharp lemon thorn slashed across Mo Ye's back, leaving a long white mark. Hundreds of lemon thorns retracted their thorns as if they were startled, and the tip of the thorn turned to the inner wall.

Tom! Mo fell to the ground like a dead corpse. A cloud of stone dust fell out, and several small, indistinguishable explosions rang out. The stinging bone lemon that crossed the Mo Evil Holy Body, a small sprig of sprigs exploded into a black mist, and it was mixed into the stone powder and ash foam.

"Fellow clan planters, today's alchemy time has come, please go slowly." The jade-faced flower Rong planter clicked on the "Blood Flower Forest". In the black hole stabbing tunnel, a damp stench gushed out, and the plants stared at each other and fled to the airspace.

The jade shadow flower pupil casually swept over Mo Ye's half-naked holy body, and the desire to sneak away to the side of the desire, leaning over, blinking with sly flower eyes. The shoulder slammed against the jade peak. "It's not a light attack! Yo, the clothes were torn like this."

Wanting to smile disdainfully. "It's all light, I wanted to melt it."

"Oh, I don't see people, clothes are a lot." Lust Jiaojiao smiled.

Only then did Desire Xun come back to his senses, and he raised his jade hand to hit Desire Fen, his cheeks flushed with ripeness, and his red mouth bit delicately. Long eyelashes are curled and arched. "You dead girl, you have a bad stomach."

Wanting to dodge into the blue sky, a few giggles and noises came from afar, and gradually disappeared.

Squeaky and quack, hundreds of sages squirmed towards the black "Blood Flower Forest", and Li Zhenzi slowly moved in front of Mo Ye with a bone staff. Trembling, he untied the silk belt from his waist, lay on the ground little by little, tied one of Mo Ye's feet, and put the silk belt around his neck. After crawling several times, he forcibly supported the bone staff, bowed his big back, leaned forward with his thin body, his head was about to reach the ground, and he stopped step by step with the bone staff, and pulled the Mo Evil Holy Body step by step. entered the damp "Blood Flower Forest" of the black hole.

After a long time, the "Blood Flower Forest" stabbed slowly closed, and the dull thunder rumbled like a violent landslide, obliquely as if it passed through the sky. A flash of light fell into the darkness like heavenly fire, and a crack was cut in the black curtain, and the thunderclap shook the ground and shook the lightning, and after only half a day, another muffled thunder rolled, and suddenly another thunderbolt was split. Heaven and earth snow brightened and sucked.

On the empty refining ground lay two broken holy bodies, shining under the thunder and lightning, and a trace of crystal silver rose from the holy body. Swirling lightly on the Eucharist, it will not disperse for a long time.

The sky was as black as lacquer, and the lightning hung up the vein-like golden and silver threads of the leaf, and the dazzling light flickered overhead. The jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi slowly walked to the Broken Holy Body. Take out a crystal orb, and in the silver light of lightning flashing, press it towards the center of the sage's shattered skull.

Whew. Wow, puff. Bursts of yellow light flashed, and two small points of light, white and yellow, flew into the crystal bead. A bolt of lightning swept across the black curtain, and the jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi's eyes flashed with yellow flowers, and he sneered strangely.

In the midst of lightning, the branch hand instantly penetrated into the Sage Danhai, stirred a few times, and pulled out a black light mask. Gently sent into the planting bag, brushed the green cloak, wiped the blood on his hands, and slapped the corpse with one palm.

With a shocking thunderstorm, the corpse turned into a blood mist and blew into the "Blood Flower Forest" along the wind. The rain like smoke and mist fell slowly, and in an instant it turned into a white expanse in the thunder and lightning. There was no half of the planting shadow in the empty cultivation ground.

In the "Blood Flower Forest", under the dim crystal lamp, Li Zhenzi's ghostly eyes examined the dead pig-like Mo Ye. Slowly raised the bone staff and tapped Mo Xie's yellow belly. "Mo Shengyou, don't pretend, my old bones are going to fall apart."

Mo Ye's eyelids jumped, and he opened his eyes with a hum. "Li Shengyou, I'm not dead yet"!

Li Zhenzi glanced at Mo Ye angrily, and sat on the cornerstone with his ass. "You're not dead, I'm almost there".

Mo Ye, who was slumped on the ground softly, smiled bitterly. "If you don't pretend to be dead, you can't do it, you almost let that girl die."

Li Zhenzi slowly opened her gray-brown eyes and squinted at Mo Ye. "Mo Shengyou, what is your relationship with Qingfengzi"?

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, "Who is Qingfengzi?" Mo Ye shook his head slowly.

Li Zhenzi laughed dryly. "Mo Shengyou, don't be afraid, although I and Qingfengzi are out of the Holy Sword Mountain together, the techniques we seek are different, he is more important than refining weapons, I am more important than seeking medical treatment, although his saint rebels against the Holy Sword Mountain, the ancestor and I are not a good thing."

Mo Xie listened confusedly and nodded stupidly. He muttered for a long time. "Who Qingfengzi is, I really don't know who I am."

Li Zhenzi smiled. "Mo Shengyou fled to the planting area, and he was afraid of getting a fishy smell, so he was really clean."

Mo Ye was a little confused, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't understand what Li Zhenzi meant. "Li Shengyou, please say it clearly if you have something to say, I really don't understand it again."

Li Zhenzi's brows furrowed. "Mo Shengyou has refined his body, but this is not an ordinary refining body, but refining his body with puppetry, which has been refined into a body that is not poisonous and inviolable, and is indestructible."

Mo Ye's eyes froze, and he let out a long breath. "The old sage said this! Lao Tzu has been moldy for eight lifetimes, first letting the woman throw it into the venom to soak, and then letting the old man put it in the furnace to practice."

Mo Xie chattered endlessly about the things encountered in the puppet realm and the holy realm. Li Zhenzi couldn't cry or laugh, a great adventure! "Mo Shengyou has been blessed by misfortune, and the great creation is great! The woman in black must be Qing Yuzi, the fourth disciple of Bixin, the white-haired rickety old saint, and Qing Fengzi, the second disciple of Bixin. Among the disciples of Bixin, there is only Qing Yuzi, and Qing Fengzi has practiced puppetry."

Mo Xie nodded in astonishment, who is the woman in black Of course Mo Xie knew, but he didn't expect it to be related to Bi Xinzi. Li Zhenzi coughed a few times, and slowly explained the matter of Bi Xinzi's rebellion against the Holy Sword Mountain from beginning to end.

Mo Ye was really taken aback, it turned out that among the people he had met, they were all related to the Holy Sword Mountain and Bixinzi, could it be that Grandpa Ganjiang was a disciple of Bixinzi. "Damn, this must be the grandson of that generation."

When Mo Xie thought of the Holy Realm, he often used the Red Sun to duel, could it be that many incidents arose because of the Holy Soldiers. Mo Xie thought of the Red Sun Divine Soldier on Chengying's body, and couldn't help but worry.

Mo Xie thought of the inconspicuous spar in the holy bag, and his eyelids jumped. The spar found in the transmission array of Jade Sword Mountain is the secret technique of sword refining in the Holy Sword Mountain, "Heavenly Creation". Mo Xie's heart was beating excitedly.

Li Zhenzi skimmed his eyes, his face was ruddy like an apple, Mo Xie shook his head, bent his back, and walked towards the depths of the "Blood Flower Forest" with a bone cane.

The night changed to pitch black, and the piercing red light disappeared with the dim crystal light, and a little blood light was hidden in the dark night.

The lightning tore the black curtain, shining on the annular danyao tens of thousands of miles away, and the dark clouds that gathered and scattered from time to time galloped, galloping, black and oppressive covered with ghostly moss. At the sound of the explosion, a delicate figure released a dazzling blue light in the lightning, and slowly fell from the rain curtain to the front of Danyao.

"Plant the ancestors and open the moss, I'm back". In the midst of the rolling thunder, there was a tom sound, and a small flower boot kicked the pillar hard.

A black and arrogant gray shadow floated from within the moss, wearing a green-haired velvet armor and wielding a green-haired three-toed fan. "Oh, my little ancestor, light! My pillar is wow, it's already broken ten."

The green light flashed, and the moss opened the crystal door, and the ghost-like hairy head stretched out of the crystal door. "Xun'er is back, it's raining so hard in this dead world, come in quickly."

"Zhizu, what did you say later?" Staring at the jade eyes, standing in the thunderstorm and shouting angrily.

The ghost-like green-haired planter hurriedly stretched out his three-toed fan to block the rain. "This rain has drenched the pigs, wow!

I wanted to scream, hugged my head and escaped into the moss, and hurriedly took out the "Shadow Crystal Mirror" from the planting bag. Shine on the glowing danhua. "Zhizu, you lied to me again."

The three-toed fan of the ghost green-haired planter was behind him, flashing east and west, and falling on the flower bottle surrounded by the shadow of the danhua. Giggling. "Xun'er, although my clan is not afraid of rain, it is not good to get too much water, especially when you are angry with your pout."

"You, Ancestor, change the technique, that 'Shadow Breaking Heart Arrow' is too powerful, and the little saint can't kill it." I wanted to escape to the ghost green-haired planter, and pulled the arm of the ancestor coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, it's dangerous to learn to be greedy at this point. It's not that the ancestor's magic is not powerful enough, it's that the little saint is too powerful." The ghostly green-haired planter reached out and twisted his little face lightly.

"What's at stake, obviously even a saint who sealed Danhai can't be killed." I want to stalk my little face, pouting and saying angrily.

"Xun'er doesn't know, there is a secret technique in the Holy Realm, inherited in the mysterious Holy Sword Mountain in the Holy Domain, this technique is called puppetry, refining to the second-level strengthened puppet can be unbreakable, endless, the ancestor passed down your 'Shadow Broken Heart Arrow' Ten thousand shields are difficult to prevent, ten thousand armor is lightly broken, how can the little saint block a blow, the reason is that the saint has practiced puppetry, although the holy body is broken, it is repaired in an instant." The ghost green-haired planter said with a smile, and listened to the flower pupils' eyes glaring into flower bells.

"Xun'er has been in the soul realm for several months, and is about to pass the guò 'Broadway Society' to check and be crowned with a Ding ceremony, is there no Ding Nu yet, I think this saint can be the best slave choice, I heard that this saint has escorted the desire patriarch all the way to the Danhua Holy Land, there must be something extraordinary, Xing'er must think about it! Go to the 'Evil Blood Forest' is not allowed to come back to choose Ding Nu." The ghostly green-haired planter closed his eyes and was silent.

The little face of the desire was uncertain, biting the pointed fingers, and the flower pupils flashed crystal back and forth. Sitting in front of the flower bottle, holding the flower cheeks, the two thin lips smiled a little, and thought for a while. The shadow of the flower flashed. "Plant the ancestors, back to the moss". (To be continued......)