In the fluttering rain and dew, six moistened buds were twisted and deformed, clenched thin teeth gurgled with terrifying tooth sounds, apricot eyes were upside down, and the cold saint condensed in black pupils turned into a hungry wolf with bloody eyes.

"Lewd saint, dare to look at it". Mo Xie's frightened eyes swept over the six cautious faces. Several coquettish sounds followed, and six roaring sword shadows condensed, chasing the fine light that slashed in. Turned into six sword rays with wings spread and galloped in.

Mo Ye is a little blind, the mother is enjoying the rain and fog, how did she break into the forbidden land, and she became a thief. was beaten by six angry resentful women for no reason.

Although the six saints were cultivating the fifth or sixth order, their techniques were soft and strong, and they were quite decisive in killing, and there was no room for love at all.

The speed and slowness of the Holy Realm spell attack are not only related to the star lethality of the holy weapon, but also related to the knot technique and divine sense. Knotting is the speed of condensation techniques, which can be divided into the art of condensation, the art of condensation, and the art of condensation. The speed of knotting varies. But the speed of the attack depends on the Divine Sense.

A person with strong divine sense, no matter what kind of technique he uses, how fast he knots it, he can strike hundreds of miles in one blow.

Those with weak divine consciousness can only fight at a distance of tens of miles, competing with the same distance spells, and they will distinguish the strength and weakness with one suck, and the spells of the weak with divine consciousness will attack for a long time, and they may not be as fast as the spells of the strong with divine sense.

The twelve superimposed spells, although the killing intent is extremely strong, and they are not broken, but due to the different strengths of the divine sense, the attack is uneven before and after, although the difference is only in a millimeter. In the eyes of Mo Ye, a powerhouse with great divine sense, the gap is huge.

Mo Xie withdrew his divine sense, and the ten spells that flew from his eyes were swept away. Unknotted shield, uncondensed, the body shape was wrong, stretched out the crystal hand, grabbed it in the air, and the hand shadow flashed ten times, trapping the twelve spells in the palm of his hand.

Six saints with fiery faces burning. In an instant, there was white frost on his face, as if his face was frozen white in the cold rain, and he was so shocked that he almost lost his soul, the cultivator realm saint could not match the condensation realm, but the good tiger could not stand the wolves, not to mention a group of crazy female wolves, it was more than ten times more ruthless than a group of crazy male wolves.

Mo Xie insisted on understatement, and took over the twelve fierce ones to tear the soul and dig out the she-wolf technique. In the eyes of the six holy maidens, the lewd saint in front of him raised his hand, and the twelve spells gathered into the palm of his hand, although his spiritual power was not reduced. The murderous aura has not disappeared, but it is like falling into a quagmire, and it cannot be withdrawn at all.

With a flick of the Mo Ye, he bounced the twelve uneliminated sword shadows back into the airspace. He looked at the six holy maidens with a smile. A deep bow. "Six Holy Friends, this place is a holy place"?

The six saints were brought out thousands of zhang by the trick of bounce flying, and one by one the flowers lost their color, and the flower branches trembled, like flowers in the frost, and instantly wilted the leaves and fell fragrant. The arrogant arrogance turned into six frightened golden silk birds, and they were dumbfounded. The cloak stands in the airspace filled with the fragrance of falling flowers.

"Kinky". A Pink Armor Cultivation Sixth-Order Saintess had a rain mist above her head, and shouted a word viciously. The six shocked pink shadows gathered together and stared at Mo Ye fiercely. Condensed the Dao Light Shield, holding the sparkling sword shadow. But he didn't answer Mo Ye's question, as if he was afraid of staining his tongue when he answered. The way of the apricot eye is big. Fortunately, the forbidden slave returned to the "War Shadow Crystal Platform". Otherwise, the eyes will be more than heads.

Whoosh! A crystal of light passed into the sky. In a flash, it fell into the rain and mist.

Mo Xie glared, and scolded in his heart: "This is looking for an accomplice!

The blue light flashed under Mo Ye's feet, and oil flowed under his feet. Escape to the smoke and rain in the airspace.

"Stop!" Mo Xie took a breath, and six angry roars sounded behind him.

Mo Xie scolded in his heart: "Stand on your mother's head!

Poof! A pink pearl light split the heavy dark clouds in an instant, flashing with huge meteor pearls, and pulling a long red feather. Outside the fiery streamline, a snow-bright aura shaped the rain hole, burning the ten-zhang airspace.

Mo Xie replied and stared at the flying pearl light, and there was an exclamation in his heart, good magic, pinching it like some precision in place.

The Holy Realm spells, some of which hit the earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, and the momentum of the sky cover, can be heard for thousands of miles. But often the technique is not as good as its sound, the power is not as good as its momentum, after the hit, the momentum is more scary than the spell, and the first scare is frightened, I don't know what kind of power its technique is.

There are also spells, silent, and they penetrate the heavens and the earth. It seems to be extremely powerless, soft and soft, but it may not be as powerful, if you underestimate the enemy, I am afraid that you will suffer a dumb loss.

This pearl light flew in, like a flying night crystal lamp, illuminating the dim airspace, glowing with a fiery aura. The ensuing roar was like thunder rolling over the top of the mountain, smothered into the valley, and slashed at Mo Ye's brain. "Lewd saint, dare to trespass on the ban, defile my sister, and despise the Yi family."

Mo Xie didn't dare to be careless, the comer fled very quickly, and he took in seven thousand zhang, as if he had come out of the dark rain curtain directly.

With a flash of blood light, Mo Xie condensed the blood shield, a small piece of heaven that instantly reflected red, grabbed in the air, and a bolt of lightning waved his palm indiscriminately, and the "Wind Shadow Condensation Technique" condensed several lightning bolts into a thunder light sword, slashing towards the flying pink light beads.

Before Mo Xie's body froze, he fled into the distance. Mo Xie didn't want to fight, this fight was confused, and there were several more crimes for no reason, what lewd saints, what trespassing, what clan sisters, and what contempt. What the fuck is going on?

Mo Xie originally wanted to use the "Water Beads" and the Dragon Clan's secret technique, but it was useless to think about it, and if you sucked a hundred miles, don't fucking get into the formation. Can the forbidden land be without a large defensive array? Just come back, don't bump into your legs, it's not worth it to break your arm!

Behind him, the crystal light of the evil saint exploded, and the sound of the spell impact rumbled like an explosion, but only a flash of light flashed, and the sound disappeared.

An exclamation sounded behind him, Mo Xie didn't have the heart to see what was happening, and fled towards the black domain in a puff of smoke.

"The lewd saint thief dares to hurt my brother." Mo Xie only took a breath, and a thunderous roar sounded in the four domains, and several gnashing of teeth seemed to have polished the lightning, and the white and heavy rain and fog followed the war drums of the four domains, and the murderous aura soared to the sky. One here, one there, the sword light and sword shadow slashed the sky.

The rain of knives splashed and swirled shadows down the sky. The silver light that flashed out and disappeared instantly pierced Mo Ye's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it fell densely like rain and mist.

"Oh! Mo Xie scolded two words, obviously showing that he had fallen into the sage's nest, except for the more than a dozen second- and third-order Qi condensation spells in front of him, the other spells were just cultivation steps. Although the realm is low, there should be too many! A swarm of bees pounced, smashing their heads and covering their faces.

"Damn, who did I provoke, how did I become the target of everyone." Mo Xie had to read it. "Thousands of stones and blue waves, listen to my orders, ten thousand jade beads, give me strength, escape" and don't forget to add. "I am a stone, I am a pearl, a stone becomes a pearl, a pearl becomes a stone, hidden knowledge".

A frightening light pierced through the sky-filled spell, and a hundred miles escaped with a breath, and the frightening light did not stop, flashing continuously, and disappeared outside the sage's divine consciousness hidden in the rain in a blink of an eye.

After the sky-filling spell was compressed into the airspace, a scream sounded in the airspace. The thousands of spells that pierced the sky fell silent, as if they had made an appointment, and the spells turned to chase after the fleeing Mo Ye.

Mo Ye recited the secret mantra in his mouth, and the tone of the long drag changed tone, and he bit his tongue in shock, and there was a painful sourness, and the painful Mo Ye squinted half of his eyes, and his handsome face was deformed.

The spells behind him changed too quickly, as fast as a sage, and in a blink of an eye, the ten thousand spells turned around and chased after Mo Ye's back buttocks, and the whistling sound was like a thunderbolt that woke up the creatures on the earth, and the silver swords shot down with different speeds, shooting fiercely towards the shadow of Mo Ye escaping.

Mo Ye was shocked into a cold sweat, and the charming eyes of the soul were about to explode, how did the Yi family cultivate the disciples, the eyes of the mother were so damn shocked, and the ten thousand disciples played ten thousand ghostly sword shadows, the realm was different, the speed was different, the speed was different, the stop, the attack, and the Tao were turned into one, and they said that they turned around together, and said that they were chasing, how could the mother's slow be as fast as the fast, and in the blink of an eye, they would chase dozens of miles closer.

Mo Ye's heart has never stopped since he came out of the teleportation array, tightening and loosening, panicking and panicking. I can't figure out how it became a land of all arrows. Fortunately, although these spells behind him were cautious, his divine sense was much weaker, and it seemed that he could not absorb more than one hundred and twenty miles. Mo Ye still has a little room for reflection.

There's still the mind to think about how to defend the spell, and it's just a few sucks! Hit six girls, hit out a big "girl", and only then did you hit a skill, and you can't tell if it's a girl, or a master's ten thousand spells. I'm afraid that if I take over ten thousand spells, I don't have to run. I don't know if it will jump out of 100,000 or a million spells.

Mo Xie patted his beating heart, his consciousness was thousands of miles of rain, and his figure disappeared into the airspace in a flash.

Ten thousand Dao spells dozens of miles away sucked into Mo Xie's hidden airspace. Stunned, he stopped in the airspace. After a few breaths, the seven figures stopped in the rain. The Ten Thousand Dao Spells lost their traces strangely, but they did not see the Ten Thousand Sages appear.

Seven figures hovered in the rain like ghosts.

"Brother Clan obviously disappeared here, why is it gone. I'm scared to death, I have to have a holy communion!" The delicate voice seemed to be washed away by anger, with anger filled with resentment.

"Sister be careful, there are many methods of the prostitution saint, it must be where to escape, without some magic, the prostitution saint cannot be obscene." The thunderous voice roared fiercely.

Hundreds of nocturnal crystals fell into the drizzle of rain and mist. The snow in the ten-mile airspace was so bright that it shone with fine and shining points of light, falling and fluttering.

The dark night crystals shone on the rustling black mountain forest, and countless ghostly black shadows flashed in the misty rain and mist, as if countless souls were dancing their bodies and twisting their deformed waists.

"Brother clan, it's so scary here, don't look for it! When it gets dawn, call more disciples in the clan. A coquettish voice began.

"Sister Yichun, send a crystal letter to the clan, and invite more disciples to besiege and kill the prostitution saint." The sound of thunder sounded from the shadow of the black iron tower.

A crystal of light flew into the distant sky. (To be continued......)