Bai Juan looked at Mo Ye's appearance, covered his mouth and snorted, and was happy. Bai Juanguang was excited just now, and only then did he see that Mo Ye was wearing so many holy bags on his body.

Mo Xie said with a smile. "They all call me a hundred bags of young masters." As he spoke, he also pulled the holy bag on his body twice.

Zhang Jing walked in with a food basket and pouted. "Where did you steal it, how many people did you kill, and you robbed so much, I didn't expect that the little saint had such a ruthless heart."

Zhang Jing said as if he was bursting with disdain and viciousness.

Mo Ye then remembered the crux of the problem, and his face turned red. "No, no, no. I found it in the locust maple forest."

Bai Juan and Zhang Jing, who were busy setting the plates, were stunned. Turning his head to look at Mo Ye with a red face.

The ghosts of Huaifeng Forest, Bai Juan and Zhang Jing know too well, and often after the saint disappears there, she reappears naked.

Zhang Jing pointed at Mo Xie Dao fiercely. "Young master, he is the demon in the Huaifeng Forest."

Bai Juan pushed Zhang Jing with his elbow, "Don't talk nonsense, Mo Xie Holy Friend is not that kind of person."

Mo Ye stepped to Zhang Jing's side and squinted at Zhang Jing's delicate neck. Hehehehe

Zhang Jing shivered a few times all over her body, and got goosebumps all over her body. Oops screamed and fled.

Mo Ye and Bai Juan looked at each other and smiled.

An hour later, Mo Xie wiped the oil on his hands, he hadn't eaten or drunk these days, and he really bent his stomach. If it weren't for the assistance of heaven and earth aura, he would have been starved and left with a skeleton.

"Young Master Bai Juan, you can't go through this cold cave." During the meal, Bai Juan talked about his situation in general. Mo Xie still stopped Bai Juan Dao

"If I don't leave, I can only marry Young Master Yin He." Bai Juan lowered his head and said. There was a slight blush on his face, in fact, Bai Juan wanted to say more. "If you don't leave, I won't find you."

"The young master really wants to leave?" Mo Ye stared at Bai Juan's beautiful face. Bai Juan's state of mind, Mo Xie sensed it clearly, and this heart had no defense against himself at all. It looks like a piece of silk paper, with big words: "I miss you", "I want to find you". It's just that Mo Ye himself is pretending to be confused.

Mo Ye can't help but pretend, there are too many saints in front of him, and if he hooks up everywhere like this, sooner or later he will be Chengying and dull, pulling his ears to go shopping. When he was in the puppet realm, Mo Ye saw a woman distracted on the street, and he would be taught a lesson by Chengying and Dull Jun for a long time. If this is to go back with a group of people, oh my God? Mo Xie didn't dare to think about the consequences anymore.

Bai Juan nodded. Not speaking is a tacit acquiescence.

Mo Xie looked at Bai Juan with a condensation. Bai Juan's pretty eyes fluttered in a panic, for fear of being caught by Mo Ye. Mo Xie pondered for a while, patted the holy bag, took out a power transmission stone, and gently pressed it on his forehead.

A sound that made Bai Juan's heart beat made Bai Juan's face gradually crimson, and his suspicious gaze was like a late-blooming flower, hiding behind green leaves.

Mo Xie took down the power transmission stone. "Young Master Bai Juan, this is the Escape Wood Technique. You study for a few days, and I'll help you escape."

"Really"? Bai Juan threw himself into Mo Xie's arms, hugged Mo Xie's neck with both hands, and jumped happily. The twin peaks lightly crossed Mo Ye's face, and the faint fragrance stimulated Mo Ye's brain to go blank, just grinning and smirking. But he inadvertently took two deep breaths. In a flash. Mo Xie's brain was dizzy, numb, and his body was crispy. It's like drinking old wine, blushing, and getting drunk.

Crackling, cool, warm, wet, slippery lips sounded on Mo Ye's forehead, only for a short time, and then quickly separated incompatibly.

Bai Juan's cheeks burned with a bright flush, her eyebrows hung a little panicked, she lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes moved slightly. The uncontrollable laughter came from her mouth, gurgling like a string of silver bells, and the aftermath was endless. Splash around.

"Wait for me". Bai Juan threw down a sentence that made Mo Evil Ghost want to join the article, and the smile disappeared.

Mo Xie was really obedient, sitting with his eyes closed and constantly beating, waiting for three days. It wasn't until Bai Juan came to his side with light steps that he moved.

"Evil, I'm ready". Bai Juan said softly.

Mo Xie opened his eyes and almost stopped laughing.

I saw the silver armor of the young master Bai Juan, with a hundred holy bags hanging around his waist.

"Giggles," Bai Juan chuckled. "I'm a hundred bags of saints."

After Bai Juan finished speaking, he ignored the staring eyes, and he hadn't reacted to the taste of Mo Xie yet. Sit down in front of Mo Ye. "Mo Xie, how do we go".

"Ah, I'm going to make a big fuss about Wanyun Cave, and you take the opportunity to escape from Wanyun." Mo Xie shook his head, feeling a pain in his brain, Mo Ye was a little nervous. Not because he wanted to make trouble in Wanyun Cave, but because of the "Hundred Bags of Saintess" in front of him.

"It's too dangerous, let's think of something else". When Bai Juan heard that Mo Ye was going to do this, he was a little panicked, Wanyun Cave is not a small sect, it is already a great luck to be able to sneak out of the city, and Mo Ye has to make a big fuss. If Mo Ye is a sixth-layer great saint of Qi Condensation, it will be forgotten, if he makes a fuss and makes peace, he will be done, and if he consolidates the root realm, he can trample hundreds or thousands of people to death in the Wanyun Cave with his feet.

"It's okay, I devoured the divine consciousness of Young Master Fan Yan, there is no need to make trouble, the divine consciousness sweeps around the Wanyun Cave, it is enough to make trouble." Mo Xie said with a smile.

Devouring the divine sense, Mo Ye briefly talked to Bai Juan, Bai Juan didn't expect that the Fan Yan he saw at that time was really Mo Evil.

After the two carefully discussed the details of the trouble, Mo Xie disappeared from Bai Juan's eyes with dots around him.

In the early morning, the cold cloud peak was filled with steaming white mist, and the blue-gray fog belt came down with the mountain, rolling like a cloud-like heat, diving into the vast mountain col and forest sea. Hanyun Peak looms in the sea of fog, like an island undulating in waves, ups and downs.

Mo Xie changed his face and walked swaggeringly on the ancient road of Cold Cloud Peak. The winding ancient road stretches into the fog shadows, as if walking into a misty dream. The shadow of the forest floated in the flow of the mist, and the dark green leaves were like thousands of small green hands, and the fingertips condensed a small drop of water. Small droplets of water slowly gathered, rolling and hanging with a little bit of crystal.

With a scold, countless condensation beads fell from among the trees, like flowing slurry, stirring up the entire mountain forest to fade away the fog. "He Fang Saint is walking around without authorization in Hanyun Peak".

In the gray mist, there was a small voice. "Hundred bags of young masters, take Bai Juan young master back to the Ethereal Palace."

There was a sudden silence between the churning clouds, and it seemed that Mo Xie's words made the other party suffocate there, and he didn't breathe for a long time.

After dozens of silences, the saint shouted angrily. "Grab this hundred bags of young masters". In the shadows of the foggy trees, dozens of sages appeared, dodging and rushing in the direction where the sound came, and then several spells silently found the source of the sound.

After a few loud bangs, several towering ancient trees instantly exploded into green and white foam. A large crater erupted in the sea of fog.

"It's too slow," a fluctuating voice came from the mist, and then a crystal hand stretched out from the ancient tree beside a saint priest and gently patted it on the sea of the saint. The saint's eyes glared strangely, and he collapsed in the fog and grass in disbelief.

Then in the sea of fog, a famous sage fell, there was no way, the other party shot too fast, the fast spell reached the side of the sage, the sage felt the attack, and when he wanted to react, the crystal hand had already slapped on the sage's Danhai. It's so weird that even the cultivators of the saints haven't escaped the devil's hands. After more than ten inhales, dozens of disciples entered the mist, and only one of them escaped this catastrophe by luck.

All the saints outside Hanyun Peak were dumbfounded by this news. "Could it be that the Great Sage of the Condensation Realm did it?"

The escaped Condensation Realm Saint Priest's mouth trembled, and he shook his head with a red face under the gaze of several Dharma Protectors. "I don't see anyone".

Just as everyone was surprised, a penetrating divine consciousness swept out from the sea of fog. Like a skinned knife, the hot slash swept across the faces of the saints. "Why, no one came in. Then I'll take Young Master Bai Juan away."

"The holy prisoner who killed the young master Fan Yan". After the divine consciousness, several saints exclaimed. Mo Ye's divine sense was too special, and when the realm broke through, the Ten Thousand Cloud Cave Sage left too many impressions.

Hundreds of Sages no longer hesitated. Wanyun Cave has already issued a "Ten Thousand Miles Pursuit and Killing Letter" to the Holy Realm. Whoever sees this divine consciousness as long as he kills it, he will get three true grasses and one city. That's too big. Ascension True Grass, that is the Holy Grass that can only be picked by the Sage of the Qi Condensation Realm, and it is necessary to break through the realm. It is a holy object that the saints below the condensation have dreamed of, and they can be encountered but not obtained.

There seemed to be a sound of striking iron in the fog, and it looked like a copper plate and iron bowl falling to the ground. It rings non-stop. Then came the exclamations of the Sage. "Quick, exit the sea of fog, there is an ancient ......".

Before the sage could finish shouting, he was slammed to the ground like a soft eggplant by his outstretched crystal hand. Staring at the fog with big eyes.

"Quickly open the shield and let us get out." Several Sages glared at the Crystal Shield with terrified eyes. The other four saints were close together. His face turned blue, and the nervous blood seemed to be coagulated and stopped flowing, and the thick mist was pressing and clamping, and he couldn't even breathe.

With a flash of light, several sages escaped from Cold Cloud Peak, shouting tremblingly as they ran. "Hurry up and protect the Dharma", "Quickly open the defense", "Quickly light up the blood crystal lamp".

It's chaotic outside Hanyun Peak, just now dozens of sages entered Hanyun Peak, and so many people escaped, and no one knows whether the others are alive or dead.

Four blood-red crystal lights lit up, and the color of blood light penetrated the white fog, and the misty fog shadow turned red. Sometimes clear, sometimes hazy, calmed down, and even the tumbling fog froze.

The red light moved slowly, and the sea of fog sometimes converged to form a white sea of fog except for the white mist between the trees, and sometimes it dispersed, like a light gauze streamer, and there was nothing.

Suddenly, the red light crossed a waist-thick ancient tree, and a faint figure emerged from the tree, the figure was blowing in the breeze, sometimes solid, sometimes virtual, moving for a while, stagnating for a while, condensing for a while, and disappearing for a while. Like a spirit among the trees, it wanders ethereally. (To be continued......)