The night woke up from the darkness, and the blood forest was so quiet that it made people desperate, and there was a "squeak" sound of nails clasping the cornerstone, a long stroke, like a sharp claw that cut through Mo Ye's heart, and the squeak made Mo Ye's heart twist together, tight, and painful.

A wailing and humming sound gradually tore through the silence of the "Blood Flower Forest", and a body of holy body crawled past Mo Ye's side, moving towards the unopened corridor of the "Blood Flower Forest".

It was pitch black, and Mo Xie couldn't tell whether it was a saint or a saint. I could only see the black shadow of the holy body condensed with a fishy smell, and a body moved by. An inexplicable fear swept through Mo Ye's body, stretched out his weak hand, and lay limply on the cornerstone, his elbows and knees supporting the collapsed Holy Body, moving with the Holy Stream.

There are no more strong ones here, and every saint is living for tomorrow, carrying the broken Eucharist. There is no arrogance, no matter how prominent the status, no matter how shocking the battle deeds, they are waiting for the planter to judge whether it is life or death.

The subtle sound of stinging and grinding sounded in shock. A gloomy light shone into the "Blood Flower Forest", followed by a cold, wet wind. A drop of rain fell on Mo Ye's face, like a tear that shook Mo Ye's heart.

Outside the "Blood Flower Forest", the sky dome was gloomy and shrouded in the four domains, and the black cauldron seemed to press the "Blood Flower Forest" and couldn't breathe. Before I knew it, a few drops of drizzle fell silently with the cold cold.

Mo Xie moved his sore body, stopped outside the "Blood Flower Forest" with his aching elbows, and slowly lifted the hair that was twisted into strands of blood. The rain seems to be a silver needle falling on the face, not refreshing, but cold and penetrating. The rain was as thin as cow's hair, the wind blew, gently brushing Mo Ye's gloomy face, as if the clouds were crying, the wind was crying, and everything in the world was in sorrow.

In the bleak wind and rain, a group of green veil light planters. Frolicking and playing. The soft fresh laughter and the tenderness of the warm veins are like a pure spring, flowing into this gloomy and bloody "Blood Flower Forest" refining ground. "I heard that a good-looking saint came."

"How am I moved, my heart is moved to bring back the moss pastime today." The striped flower on the top of her head and the flower plant girl pursed her lips with a smile.

"That depends on the condensation of today's spells, whether the little saint can have a life to come out alive." Overhead is surrounded by red danhua plants, like spitting flames, burning clouds, draped in fluttering green silk.

"Lust. I won't fight with you anymore." The striped danhua plant girl grinned.

"If you want to talk nonsense, I'm here to practice magic." The little face that wanted to be green turned dark green, and he glared at the desire to be nill fiercely.

The jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi looked around at the sage who had moved out of the "Blood Flower Forest" and nodded with satisfaction. "Today, each plant slave accompanies the clan to plant the alchemy, to serve well, those who are not specialized in alchemy, be careful of the 'soul whip'"

Boom, hundreds of crystals of light flew in, and a green leaf fell in front of Mo Ye. Although the shield is green, it is bright, and it falls obliquely. Mo Ye hurriedly stretched out his soft hand to resist the green leaf shield. As soon as his body sank, the shield pressed Mo Ye on the cornerstone.

Tom. Mo Yeqiqi spewed out a puff of blood, his bones were almost crushed, and he heard a few cracking sounds.

"Mo Shengyou used his body to stand up." Li Zhenzi gasped for a heavy breath and squeezed the green leaf shield that was about to fall.

Mo Ye crawled under the green leaf shield without moving. Stretched out his hand and waved it at Li Zhenzi.

The jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi ignored the screams of hundreds of sages. "Fellow planters, there are 'blood shadow beads' of various plant slaves here. Please choose your choice".

Hundreds of blood-colored pearls flew into the chaotic airspace. Dozens of flower shadow arcs flew in, after bursts of lightning and thunder. Mo Xie's figure flashed. Escape into the Shadow of War airspace.

The green light of the void flashed, and the old planter with his head tied with flower bones and hair, and his chin with filamentous vines was exposed, revealing half of his green hairy body and sharp throat. "Ahh

Mo Xie was lying under the green leaf flower shield, the broken bones had just been connected, half of his eyes showed the green leaf flower shield, looking at the green gray airspace with half of the green shadow old planter, he swallowed and foamed. "Damn, how did you get into this War Shadow Crystal Stage?"

"Zhizu, you cry and shout every day that it's him!" Wanting to look at the void in disbelief, he was crushed by the green leaf battle shield Mo Xie.

The green-haired old planter screamed, pointing at the green shell Mo Xie. "Beat him, beat him hard, beat him in half, come back to plant your ancestor to teach you the earth-shattering 'penumbral split soul'."

I want to cover my grinning little mouth. "I don't want to learn, let a little saint beat it in half, and teach what 'penumbral splitting soul'."

"I ......". The green-haired old plant was so angry that he ignored it, and flew in front of Mo Xie, stretched out his long green nails, and grabbed the green leaf shield. Mo Ye hurriedly hugged his head.

The green nails escaped through the green leaves, and the green-haired old plant's morale trembled with anger, and he cried sharply. "I can't catch it!

"Zhizu, you are an afterimage, you can't use spells, leave this matter to me." With a slight touch of the green and white fingers, the green leaf shield slowly stood up.

The green-haired old planter, staring at the green and red eyes, baring his white teeth, raised two of them above his head, clenched his fists and screamed. "Hit, hit, hit, hit".

"The holy slave is good, remember that you provoked the ancestor of the plant, and life and death are determined by the ancestor." Wanting to fill his chest with righteous indignation, his green face was straight, a green flame burned in his pupils, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned as if he was angry.

Mo Ye's mouth was down, his teeth were chattering, his whole body trembled slightly like falling into an ice cave, and the green leaf flower shield standing in front of him was buzzing with water ripples, shaking so much that a few drops of clear silk dripped in the airspace.

"Ouch, it's raining outside into the 'War Shadow Crystal Stage'." Wanting to be coquettish, she shouted squeamishly.

The green-haired old planter standing in the void, his head flashed with a green arc of lightning, stared at the ghost's eyes, tilted his head to look at the void, and screamed word by word. "Impossible, my house, how can it leak".

With a slight touch of the white thin fingers of the green onion, a thin tip petal flew into the void, and the petal shadow shook slightly, and dozens of pink thorns on the petals instantly turned into a crystal strange small bow. The sound was clear. Dozens of Flower Shadow Crystal Arrows shot towards Mo Ye.

Poof!poof......!The green leaf shield burst into countless green starlight. Mo Xie was like a blue arrow slashing through a blue light and shooting into the vast void. The green leaf shield pattern did not move, and the shield surface shimmered with pink fire, hissing and coiling with earthworm-like arc light.

"Okay, fight well, fight to the death". The green-haired old planter rowed in a circle, flying in the void, scratching his ears and cheeks to find the airspace where the rain was leaking.

"Zhizu, what kind of spell-breaking method are you, and you also said that you can't even break the 'Danye Shield' by breaking the heavens and the earth." The little face that wanted to be green and tender was so red with anger that it gritted its sharp teeth and shouted viciously.

The green-haired old planter stretched his neck, which had doubled in length, and looked around. "Wait, I'll see the rain leaking from the crystal moss."

"Zhizu—I didn't miss it! Look at my spell, it's not as powerful as half the power of the flower blade." I want to pout my blushing little mouth, shaking the green gauze flower nails, and making a crisp sound.

The green-haired old planter slowly flew over, stealing his eyes at the airspace. Stretched his neck and looked at the "Danye Shield" that flashed with arc light. Pulling the slender beard, his mouth turned into a round shape and screamed. "It's a good fight, the little saint has been beaten."

This was followed by a treacherous dry laugh. After a few sounds, his face turned pale. "The 'Shadow Broken Heart Arrow' shot by Xun'er is much more than what the ancestor fought back then, the little saint saw that you still beat me, so let's melt."

Wanting to be so shocked that her hand covered her half-open mouth. "Ancestor, if you don't talk about this heartbroken arrow, why did you add a penetrating image."

"Oh, it's too tiring to talk too much". The green-haired old planter said and squinted at the top of the void. Muttered. "The leaky rain".

In the chaotic void, Mo Ye stared at his death-like eyes, and the entire holy body, except for Danhai and his head, pierced dozens of holes the size of a fist that had penetrated the air, and there was only a little skin connected to the bloody holy bone in more than ten places.

The explosion in the sky was full of flesh, bones, and blood, spreading in the sky for hundreds of zhang. After the blood qi expanded and sucked a few times, it slowly contracted back, like countless silk threads pulling on broken bones and flesh, and after a few sucks, it condensed in a cloud of blood mist. The green threads threaded through the needle and the threads were like instant stitches on the broken limbs.

The little face that wanted to be green and tender changed color. "Zhizu, why do you want to add the word transparency".

The green-haired old planter pulled his green beard, frowned, and his face staring into the void changed. Slowly condensed into the airspace where Mo Xie flew. Muttered. "You can pass through it with or without it".

Looking, watching the green-haired old planter's face jump with green fire, pointing at the chaotic void. The voice became unusually ghostly, and it howled like a wolf. "Xun'er continued to fight, but the little saint did not die."

If you want the flower to change color, the flower pupil emits green light. A pink silk vine flew into the void, and Mo Ye, who was not clothed, was pulled back into the airspace. Wanting to half-cover his eyes, peeking at the holy body that could not be covered by the broken clothes, his little face gradually turned red, his black eyes and green eyes shot out of surprise, and with a suspicious light, his thin face twisted to the side in panic.

The green shadow's tender white hand patted the slightly shrugging chest, and the blushing little mouth spit out a breath of orchid breath. "Scared me to death, but fortunately, the magic is not powerful."

"Little power"? The green-haired old planter glared at the round angry eyes, and flew to Mo Ye's side to hug Mo Ye's rigid holy body. The withered hand passed through the body, and the green-haired old planter was on fire. "If you want to put the little saint in the 'Danye Shield' again, fight again, let me see, the body of the Qi Condensing Realm saint can beat the explosion technique, and the little saint can't burst it, it's impossible."

Hiss, hiss, hiss, the green-haired old planter tendoned his nose, sniffing Mo Xie's holy body like a dog, sniffing, grinning, sniffing, his eyes widened, the closer he sniffed, the more he sniffed, the more frightened he became. The gray-green hairy finger pointed at Mo Ye and smacked his mouth.

I want to look at Zhizu with a smile, get along with Zhizu day and night, and play tricks on the ancestor from time to time, I am used to it, and I can't see what Zhizu is going to do. There was a strange light flashing in the flower pupils, glancing at the ancestor. (To be continued......)