In the dark shadow, an old shadow, leaning on black and green bamboo strips, stared at the dark valley. The ugly old face has been removed at some point, and the smell of sweat surrounds the four domains. His hesitant eyes shook slightly, and he let out a long sigh.

With the aftermath of sighing, the shadow drifted away, gradually thinning into the black curtain.

Mo Ye let go of his divine sense, wiped the nosebleeds that flowed out, and the taste of his divine sense faded away the blood, and the air of fire and dryness, explosive weapons, and corpse decay faded with it. The faint and light fragrance, the wisps of the fragrance are like the wind, and the condensation is very heavy. In an instant, the corrupt domain qi was squeezed out of this gradually green domain space.

After waiting for a few breaths, the four domains were as quiet as sleeping at night, and they were not disturbed by the black wind when they breathed it. The Mo Evil God sensed the airspace of the earth-shattering battle, and the terrifying and vicious soul consciousness did not appear. Mo Xie fled in fear to the black-covered blasted airspace.

The strange-faced ghost head shield surrounded the Dao shield shadow, lingering around Mo Ye's body, the flashing black light covered the light of inches, like a black barrel standing in the black domain, flashing in the air like a long leg.

Mo Xie escaped into the explosion domain, his divine consciousness became dignified, although the medicinal fragrance was strong, where was the ghostly "soul vine"?

Although the incense is strong, the four domains become gloomy, and the dim black light is as quiet as a dream. There was a swarthy aura of despair, without a hint of wind, but a faint clear mist, mixed with the smell of moist and wet earth.

After the explosion, the domain qi was frozen and condensed, freezing every wisp of mixed breath. Bang! Mo Ye popped out dozens of night crystal lights. The dark airspace was filled with ghostly shadows.

In the empty space of Mo Xie's delicate divine sense, there are no stone trees, stone grasses, no stone peaks, and no stone walls. It was empty, foggy, and haloed, like a chaotic airspace shrinking in this area.

With the light of the night crystal, Mo Ye looked at this dark airspace. A faint stream of black air condensed in the air, making waves. The waves trembled, but they didn't move, and they seemed to freeze at some point.

The strong aroma is condensed in the wisps of strenuated mist. Breathe deeply into the aroma of the mouth full of frost, but can only empty a small piece of aroma in front of the nose, and the trace of black gas in the distance does not move, as if it is dead.

In the four realms of divine consciousness, there is the shadow of the "soul vine", and only the fragrance of frost and cold blocks the view.

Mo Xie cautiously fled, and in an instant, he searched for this small airspace. Nothing. Only the dazzling night crystal lights in the foggy night, shining with a faint light. Mo Xie sighed, the black cover exploded, and after a few breaths, Mo Xie dared to escape, and the ghost's "soul vine" was afraid that he had already secretly escaped.

Mo Xie glanced at the terrifying airspace, he couldn't wait any longer, once the war there ended, no matter who won it, it would not be good for him.

Starry sparkle. Mo Xie wanted to escape, but his figure became condensed again. Tap the sacred bag, take out the green devouring stone, and pinch it gently. A long sucking sound sounded. The aroma of medicine condensed in the air moved, and the wisps gathered towards the green devouring crystal.

The black silk that rolled in the airspace like waves slowly stretched.

A string with a thin, straight black silk broke and sounded a faint playing sound. The Black Flame Mars ignited from the breakpoint and then turned into a meteor that had lost its light. Fly into an airspace. Small points of light burst out, and small black glow fell from the gaps in the airspace, like a morning shadow that broke through the darkness. It reflects a thin light of light black and light purple that is transparent little by little.

With the sound of breaking, there were more and more explosions in the small black area. Mo Xie hurriedly popped out dozens of green devouring stones, and the six domains surrounded the black sky with the explosion point. The sound of sucking sounded, and countless black stars exploded in the sky, and several jagged black ring flame shadows gathered in the airspace.

10,000 points of light converged into light and shadow, hitting a black domain and lighting up with a phantom aura. What is that? I can't see what's inside the aura? It seems that wisps of medicinal incense burst out of the black aura.

Mo Xie didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't dare to condense his divine sense to find out. A little finger, the fingertips ignited a black flame rune light, swish, a burst of scribbling in the air, countless runes condensed, the rune light flashed, and fell towards the black mang's aura. Turning the breath, hundreds of runes fell.

Mo Xie hurriedly took out the holy bag, regardless of whether he really sealed the black mang's aura. Shaking it casually, he put the glittering black aura into his pocket. Tie it around your waist and flee to another airspace.

As soon as the shadow of the medicinal fragrance disappeared for a few breaths, a ghost shadow escaped from the deep and pale sky, and the face that was so ugly that it could vomit squeezed out of the black domain. Tendoned nose, wrinkled face, raised nostrils and gasped, and sneezed fiercely.

"Ghost Shadow" Yi Xiao analyzed the residual breath in the air, the fragrance was like a wave, and he wanted to spray it again, so he rubbed his nose and laughed twice. "The little saint moves fast"!

Yi Xiao's divine sense of vision was empty, but he did not track Mo Xie, and the ghost shadow faded away, and he fled to the "Soul Gathering Platform".

The Mixed Yin Valley was silent in the dusk twilight, the expected earth-shattering battle between the Holy Clan and the Soul Clan did not come as promised, although the dark valley was no longer dark, but it was always like the faint white and light of the dusk, gray but not black.

The poignant remnants seem to be forever frozen in the moment of time change, like the poignancy of the passing sunset, revealing the mood of dusk, revealing a little sorrow, condensing infinite contemplation. The dusk of the valley has a unique style in the melancholy twilight, and it has become the color of this airspace that never changes.

Time hurried away in the beautiful and moving tones of the dusk, and the wind shadows of decades flickered in the xinxin, and batches of Great Sages of the Condensation Realm came in the footsteps of yesterday's war, leaning on the back of the dusk and hurriedly leaving. However, few great sages approached the "Soul Gathering Platform".

Occasionally, a Qi Condensing Sage rushed into the platform in a hurry, but he didn't stop for half a minute staring at the frightened eyes, and the remnants of the twilight behind his divine consciousness were slightly white, and he dodged into the black aura in the airspace of the "Soul Gathering Platform".

The Qi Condensation Sage on the Ancient Road of Darkness came and went in a hurry, in the hurry, carrying the dream of finding the Qi of Mixed Yin, but only that little residual light remained, and in the rolling black dust, he escaped from the "Valley of Mixed Yin" in panic.

In the past hundred years, the sage took a breath, and the city ushered in the "Ghost Festival" again.

Tuocheng once again became the focus of the eyes of the great sages of the holy region, tens of thousands of sages came, the whole holy city was very noisy, asking around about the secrets of the "Chaoyin Valley", and sometimes there were sages talking about the interesting stories of the "ghost shadow" a hundred years ago, and they couldn't help but sigh a little, the "Thirteen Pursuit and Killing Order" was still there, but the "ghost shadow" disappeared a hundred years ago.

The ten-day hustle and bustle is coming to an end, and the sunset in Tuocheng is like a handsome dancing girl, showing her style in the misty clouds. An amorous meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of light, wrapped in starlight in the dim night sky. A puff stops in the aroma of Tuocheng roses.

The smooth jade plate floated with a delicate white light, radiating in the sunset. The sunset is like a flowing silk scarf, swimming freely in the streamer of the stars, and the dazzling crystal disappears in a flash. Several saints who are like flowers and jade, beautiful and clear, step on a beautiful melody and stand in the airspace.

Hiss. The holy stream that hurriedly entered the crystal gate of the Tuocheng City came to a standstill. Countless pairs of eyes dancing with crystal light tied to the airspace, and they couldn't help but freeze their breath. There were a few shrill pumping sounds, followed by the rolling of the Adam's apple.

The crystal gate of Tuocheng was radiant, and a team of saints stepped out of the air, guarding the three saints, and in the middle was a jade-faced and fair-skinned saint, with dark and deep eyes revealing coldness. On the left, there is an old sage with a tiger's back, with tiger-like eyes and a light smile. The two thick eyebrows of the saint on the right rippled softly, and his angular face was unusually handsome. The three saints saluted the airspace. "Yi Shen, the young master of the Yi family, Yi Nan, the lord of the Mixed Yin Valley, and Yi Hu, the lord of Tuocheng City, greet the Elder Dongtian."

The first cold and glamorous saintess in the airspace, her beautiful eyes were like autumn water and cold stars, and she glanced at the three sixth-order saints of condensing qi. Are all the elders of the Yi family dead? Three juniors were sent to greet them.

The cold and glamorous saintess nodded coldly, her eyes were fixed on the huge light screen of Tuocheng, a saint Yushu was in the wind, her black and dense hair was fluttering, and under a pair of sword eyebrows was a pair of slender and amorous black pupils, and the inadvertent light in her eyes made people dare not underestimate it. Thirteen posthumous orders flashed beside him, listing twenty-nine counts.

Elder Tian's cold eyebrows condensed, and his moderately thick red lips were filled with a dizzying sneer. Sweeping his eyes, a few disciples who bowed their heads behind him, indifferently fell in front of the light gate, and stepped into the light gate lightly, without saying the holy words of Yi Shen and others, the arrogant momentum seemed to stain the tongue with the three stinky saints.

Yi Shen, Yi Nan, and Yi Zhan looked at each other and hurriedly followed into the light gate.

In the blink of an eye, a group of sages escaped in front of the pale ancient hall, the towering heavy eaves and nine ridges are on top of the huge building, the bucket arches are staggered, and the citrine tile covers the roof, like a golden luan hall dangling the floating luster under the night crystal lamp of a thousand snow.

Rows of red spar pillars, carved with the four ancient beasts of Tengyun, coiled around the pillar to rise, as if to soar the clouds and drive away.

The cold and glamorous saintess entered the Tuoqian Hall with the three saints of Yi Shen, her eyes lit up, and the quiet and solemn atmosphere faded. A strange fragrance came to my nose.

I saw that the beautiful trees in the main hall were verdant, the strange flowers were sparkling, and a clear stream flowed from the depths of the flowers and trees to the stone gaps. A few steps away, a flat, wide airspace. Flying in the air and staring at carved embroidered wood and stone bottles.

The bottle was full of incarnation realm great sages. Behind him stood several Qi Condensation Realm Sages, all of them with bright battle armor and handsome faces.

The sound of singing came from the distant temple. "Elder Tian Juan has come to the Yi family from hundreds of millions of miles away, Yi Xiao has lost his welcome, please sit down."

Tian Juan was cold and glamorous, and he was busy making a big salute. Unexpectedly, the head of the Yi family personally presided over the "Halloween Festival". "Don't dare, Uncle Yi, my teacher Jian Yu asked me to bring it to you."

"Okay! That girl Jian Yu came back from Holy Soul City, and she didn't bring back anything good"? Yi Xiao laughed as he sang, as if Tian Juan was still a little wrong to call him uncle.

"Uncle Yi, the family teacher has instructions ......." Tian Juan snorted coldly in his heart, and sure enough, as the family teacher said, Yi Xiao's face is bigger than his buttocks, and he wants to be a gift when he meets, saying that he is here to help, but he is here to give gifts. (To be continued......)