Who is the worm in the mouth of the two elves, in fact, it is Mo Ye.

Mo Xie saved Lin Ru and Wen Xiu, and gave Cheng Chuan Qi Zhizhu, these abnormal actions are a dangerous signal for a cold-blooded and ruthless Mo Ye. What is Mo Ye's current divine sense, the half-refining holy insect enlightenment bead. The essence of the holy insect has been refined, and there is still a holy insect spirit in the small points of light of the divine consciousness.

This wisp of spirit has always been hidden in Hui Zhijue's divine consciousness, so Mo Ye's personality shows coldness, iron blood, cruelty, and ruthlessness. How could such a ruthless and unrighteous person save Lin Ru and Wen Xiu. The reason lies in the white point of light in the depths of Mo Ye's mind, Mo Ye's true wisdom and consciousness of divine consciousness, this white point of light, because he did not enter the sea of consciousness, returned to the space of divine consciousness, wandered outside the sea of consciousness, and was in the space where his divine consciousness was lost. But every twelve hours, this wisdom consciousness emits a wisp of divine consciousness. Trigger the revival of consciousness. Therefore, at this time, Mo Ye is in a dual personality.

This kind of revival is too dangerous for the tiny point of light that has the Holy Worm Spirit, once Mo Ye's Wisdom Consciousness is fully revived, the first thing to refine and annex is the tiny point of light, and the Holy Worm Spirit Soul will also be like the spirit stolen into the Dan Sea, ruthlessly wiped out by Mo Evil's Divine Sense.

Mo Xie's short-term revival of his divine consciousness saved Lin Ru and the others, and the small point of light was powerless to stop it, but the entire spirit soul trembled, and the holy insect spirit soul already felt the danger. However, the small points of light could not dominate the other six points of light to work together to refine Mo Xie's original wisdom and wisdom consciousness, and he was even more powerless to refine Mo Xie's wisdom consciousness alone.

There are still solutions. The first is to refine the Divine Consciousness of the Holy Worm of the Formation Realm or the Expanded Domain Realm, so that the Divine Consciousness can surpass the original Divine Consciousness Energy. This is the hinterland of the Holy Domain, and it is simply impossible to find such a high holy worm, and even if it is found, it is impossible to defeat the opponent with its current ability.

The second is the imprisoning of the consciousness. This kind of use of blood soul to imprison divine consciousness, this is much easier to do, find more essence soul essence blood, and use blood soul technique to imprison divine consciousness. Here's the problem. The spirit essence blood to be used is no longer less essence, and without thousands of spirit essence blood, the purpose of imprisonment cannot be achieved.

After Mo Xie Hui's consciousness fell asleep, the small point of light began to prepare for a new killing, and decided to kill ten thousand saints in the deep mountains of Zeng City. However, recently, all the sects wanted to arrest Mo Xie, the envoys of the Holy City stayed in Zeng City, and the masters of various factions in Zeng City gathered. The tiny point of light had to wait for the opportunity, wandering among the hundreds of miles of mountains around Zeng City, hunting some saints who entered the mountains alone,

The Holy Worm's sense of taste is very sensitive, more than a thousand times that of the Holy Priest. Mo Xie quickly discovered Xiaolan Mountain. Taking advantage of Mo Xie Hui's wisdom consciousness awakening again, he led this body into Xiaolan Mountain, and the difference between Mo Xie and Anran was only one day.

After Mo Xie sucked the blood soul for the first time, he felt that as long as he sucked it twice, he could completely imprison the Hui Zhijue Divine Sense, but what he didn't expect was that Mo Xie Hui Zhijue Divine Consciousness would wipe out part of the blood soul every time it recovered. Now it seems that it took three times to be completely imprisoned.

Now in Mo Ye's mind, the second refining of the blood soul essence of the tiny light point was about to be completed. The white dot of light was almost gone. Only the sparkling white light could still penetrate the dense web woven by the soul thread.

Mo Xie opened his eyes, his cold gaze flashed with a strange cold light, and with the imprisonment of Mo Xie Hui's wisdom and divine sense, Mo Ye's gaze became more and more cold and gloomy. It is completely replaced by the spirit of the holy worm.

Mo Xie jumped up, ready to suck the last blood soul, and after refining, he could completely imprison Hui Zhijue's divine sense. Completely dominate Mo Ye's consciousness.

Mo Xie flew into the sea of flowers and was stunned, how could there be only such a little blood soul in the sea of thousands of miles of flowers. A rain line of less than 100 feet is dripping. Mo Xie locked his brows and looked around for a long time. Instantly moved to the Baizhang Blood Spirit Flower.

Whoosh, all the blood spots flew towards Mo Ye's naked body, and in the sound of sizzling, Mo Ye sucked the blood line into the tiny points of light. That's too little, not enough at all. Mo Ye moved over and over again in the vast sea of flowers, looking for it again and again. Only these blood souls, nothing else has been found.

Mo Ye stood on the flowers, looking around in confusion, if he didn't get enough blood soul essence, all his previous efforts would be wasted. The tiny light cracks in the prison net will get bigger and bigger as Mo Ye recovers again and again, and only when they are all sealed can they be completely imprisoned.

Mo Ye's gaze swept back and forth, his face was confused and puzzled, why did the blood soul essence disappear.

Suddenly, Mo Ye's eyes stopped on the blood-red and smooth jade body not far away. The cold gaze suddenly softened, and a hideous lewd smile appeared on his face.

The dim space was quiet, a black shadow stepped on the blood spirit flower, his eyes flashed with a fire-like hideous god, moving silently, his steps seemed to be a little hesitant and timid, paused and hesitated several times, but in the powerful and irresistible magic call of the blood soul spirit, his eyes flashed with lustful light in the darkness, and he involuntarily slowly approached the blood-colored carcass.

In Mo Ye's eyes, this is not a woman, nor is it a flawless jade. This is just a crystal of blood soul essence fusion, and the blood-red spirit essence blood is in this naked blood-colored skin, Mo Ye has already felt that hundreds of blood souls are frozen in this blood-colored smooth red glittering bloodstone-like skin.

Mo Ye's footsteps were very light, and he approached slowly, as if he was afraid of waking up the blood beauty and scaring away the blood soul.

"Smack—" There was a crisp sound. The cold face trembled, and the whole mind tensed, and it was impossible to imagine that such a cold holy insect spirit would be so timid and cautious at this time, as if this sinful soul was smuggling through the buffer zone of light and darkness, cautious, and even more like a demon and a monster who escaped from the gate of purgatory and escaped into the world, trembling with fear.

Mo Ye floated towards the blood-red jade. The yin wind is weak, the soft light is slight, and the magnolia in front of me is sleeping very soundly and quietly with the girl who is breathless. The sound of well-proportioned breathing gently fluctuates between the dim curves, and each delicate and weak breath is like a light song under the night moon, haunting and seductive.

With the leisurely fluctuation of the fragrance of the lily, Mo Ye's figure gradually approached, as if because of the frightened, quiet phantom, like a ghost without breathing and no heartbeat, suddenly a dingdong sound, frightened the foot that stepped out of the step back, and the outstretched hand trembled.

The hand was so pale in the darkness, with a little trill, like the moon in the water, sparkling. It is like a devil's claw stretching towards an angel who does not belong to him.

A pair of cold eyes, with inaffinity pupils and spell-like eyes, dark and deep eyes, revealing a faint, icy, cold gaze, these eyes are like a lonely lamp in the wilderness, like a wandering soul in the deep sea, more like a cold star in the night sky, colder than the ice of ten thousand years, more jade than the cold crystal of a thousand years.

The cold and fair face was angular and handsome, and it was glowing with charming skin. Thick eyebrows, a high nose, and firm lips blend into a handsome facial contour, perfect and impeccable. The only face that makes people sigh is too cold to face it, with a look of treachery without smiling.

The pale finger picked up the green silk on the girl's face, gently brushed it, the silk was soft, touched a window of the soul, softened a pair of cold eyes, a kind of confusion and trembling of the heart, mixed with the light of sin in the desire.

Those eyes began to brew, brewing a sinful soul, brewing an abyss from which there will never be returned, that is the desire of primitive life, the advent of devilish consciousness. A black hair slid down with his handsome face, leaning over and sniffing the hair on his pale fingertips,

The first-line girl is plump, beautiful, natural, elegant, pure as the sun, with a confused look, a trace of smiling red lips like petals condensed in the morning, slightly curved, and her cheeks are ruddy and plump. The white neck is flushed with shyness, and the body is both delicate and sensual. The slightly undulating curves, like the ripples of flowing water, glide lightly. The red lotus-like arms pose in an unguarded posture.

The whole dirty, bloody air instantly wafted with an intoxicating breath, mixed with the girl's body fragrance, and slowly condensed into a strong fragrance of desire.

The scorching gaze melted in the ice and snow, like a spring breeze gathered in winter, attracting cold currents and warmth, with the breath of spring, the icy softness of the rain, and the signs of spring blossoming. Close to the moisturizing, smooth, red cherry lips. He didn't dare to disturb the artistic conception of spring, for fear that the mountains would be full of flowers, dragonflies like water, and rub lightly.

In an instant, the spring thunder rolled in, the red life was kneaded in the storm, the crazy sucking and kissing, the torture filled the delicate flower heart jade lips, the primitive waves and waves, crossing the gap of reason, falling into the abyss, love words are delicate, tactful moaning, life more soluble than snow, and a heart more fragile than glass, instantly fell into ice slag remnants.

In the sea of Mo Ye's Dan, a girl's exclamation became fragile and powerless, pale and silent. Bing Jiu, who had just come out of his deep sleep, suddenly felt the weakness and helplessness of life.

Red pink tears, warm and angry, in the hazy Danhai mist, Bing Jiu's petite body kept rolling. This is the induction of heart-to-heart connection, the helpless struggle of the heart, the sweat beads rolling on the angelic pure face, and countless crystal teardrops trembling on the long eyelashes.

The vast mist of true qi covered the girl's sorrowful voice, and the icy cold froze the warm heart. Bing Jiu's eyebrows were deeply locked, his face became more and more pale, the wind teeth bit the pink red lips with a little blood, and the slender fingers continued to tighten, and the crystal flower quilt that had once covered his body was actually entangled between the pale bone joints, almost making a tearing sound.

The jade pupils like the ice nine cold stars became blurred, the white and transparent skin, the eyebrows of the thin willows, the eyelashes trembling in need of care, the tears that were as clear as jade, the delicate and bitter red lips, the faint condensation of rose-like blood, beauty, desolate beauty, in the mist of the Danhai, struggling, enduring and resisting.

The wet hair on the cheeks is brewing in the storm, hope, despair, longing, disappointment, all kinds of emotions are tangled, tormenting every sensory nerve. Everything is full of love and lust. The tears of Bing Jiu stopped, and a little wet water trail tossed and turned in the delicate corners of the eyes, and thousands of butterflies broke out of their cocoons, busily dancing their panicked wings. (To be continued......)