The fog shadow surged black, and bursts of ferocious aura leaked out of the fog, like a whirling cold wind, rolling up the black branches of the four domains to incite the "buzzing" sound, the tail sound left by the blade's sharp slash, sharp and clear, like turbidity, and the evil qi made Mo Xie's heart tightened.

The wind was swaying, the silence was sad, the remnants were lonely, and what condensed was a ray of gloomy and sad death, shivering and trembling to shock away the soul consciousness.

The black wind swept by, and a wisp of soul saw through Mo Xie's hidden light bubble. The sad soul feeling, the surging soul tide, and the crazy divine consciousness filled with Mo evil. "Holy friends, if you have the courage to explore the soul path, why be sneaky."

Poof! Mo Xie's hidden light bubble burst open, and the Mo Xie Jade Tree was in the wind, and the battle chest stood in the Black Ink Soul Path.

The yin wind was blowing, and the black soul shadow hung with black branches, hmph! A yin wind blew, and hundreds of barbarian corpses fell on the soul path stone grass. The black stone leaves shine with a poignant black light, reflecting the black and tender faces.

Countless barbarian shadows of the branches rose and fell, and the air was filled with a bleak chill, and bursts of cold edges swept over Mo Ye's gradually darkened face. Mo Xie didn't expect that this barbarian black corpse shadow infected by the desolate realm turned out to be a barbarian corpse of a saint with a black face, needless to say, the soul person who drove the corpse must be a soul girl.

The black corpse shadow walked on the black leaf, and every time it landed on the stone grass, the stone leaf flickered lightly, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse shadow floated over ten zhang. Mo Xie's cold face was shocked, and his divine sense condensed thousands of corpse shadows, and rows of uneven black waves surging in. Flashing and heavy, flashing and approaching. Shocked, Mo Xie's teeth were light, and he shook out a thin sound slightly, and it became a drumbeat of the corpse shadow attack that flashed and escaped in the soul of the Black Domain.

A faint mournful desolate voice sounded. "Go and keep the soul path, leave it to me here".

The dark clouds were thick, and the black corpse shadow that was approaching the wind suddenly stopped on the black stone grass, as if a wave of black waves had suddenly set off, and a black tide had rolled up and retreated towards the black domain.

In the blink of an eye, the yin wind gradually condensed, and on the black stone grass soul path, only Mo Xie and the solemn and turbulent black mist were left.

Poignant. A sad cold bell rang. "The deity thought that the saint had such combat power to be able to enter the soul path, and it turned out to be a first-order saint of condensation."

Mo Xie's eyelids jumped, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, his ears hissed with yin qi, the Dao Dao wind slashed, his neck followed the wind, and the cold wind was blowing all around the battle armor. grinning, eyes become direct. "This young master has traveled here, that is, there are souls blocking the way, digging two beads to play."

Mo heresy's hardness. There is a chaotic drum beat in my heart. In the turbulent black mist, I don't know what kind of soul is in it, how the realm is, and the evil spirit hidden in the black shadow is difficult to identify. But Mo Xie is like a blank piece of paper, which is clear at a glance.

"Young Master, I know the young master of the Holy Realm one by one, I don't know if the saint is the young master of the sect?" A gloomy and cold cold bell came. There seemed to be a bit of a sinister smile in his sad voice.

"The young master of the ethereal peak". Mo Xie snorted and said through gritted teeth. The divine sense quietly looked around the four domains, the fierce shadow black fog had no intention of starting a war, and Mo Ye also wanted to delay it again and again. Where is the "Soul Gathering Platform" of the Divine Consciousness, just suck it in and escape. The wisp of soul in front of him knew that he was a first-order saint of Qi Condensation, but he didn't put it in his eyes, and his realm must not be below the third-order Qi Condensation. Dare to send tens of thousands of barbarian corpses away. Facing himself alone, his combat power will be above that of the Shadow Soul. It's obviously a soul head! What kind of deity is it?

"Oh, it's the Holy Land where the Holy Realm is strife, and it's a pity that Yu Fei and Ou Qi are still trapped in the Dragon Soul Rock and don't know about it." Sen Senhan's laughter rang out. It was like a bloody needle piercing Mo Ye's heart.

Mo Xie was surprised and delighted in his heart, there was still an old immortal alive in Ethereal Peak, what is the concept of this old immortal?

"The little young master can let you go according to reason. But according to reason, the deity must destroy your divine consciousness, take your soul consciousness, and bring it back to the soul city. I have one condition, as long as you stand here and don't move, and the battle of the 'Soul Gathering Platform' is over, I can let you go back to the Holy Realm." Sen Sen stopped with a smile, and this soul sound came from the turbulent black mist.

The Mo Evil Consciousness Domain was frightened, like a cold cicada chirping in autumn, and a nighthawk crying. In the battle of the "Soul Gathering Platform", who is in the "Soul Gathering Platform"? Yi Shen Yi Nan is impossible, whether the combat power of the two holy gods can pass the Barbarian Shadow Black Forest is a problem, and it is the clan master that Yi Shen said.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, Mo Ye knows the reason very well, the surging black fog seems to be dragging on for time, what is the reason? Is it because of the lack of combat strength and the inability to stop himself, then why did he send away tens of thousands of barbarian corpses? Or is there another reason.

Mo Ye couldn't figure it out for a while, but at this point, Mo Ye couldn't choose to wait, the more chaotic the better, the chaos would have a chance, and when the war was over, I was afraid that the soul man who could fight with the head of the Yi family would come, and he would be able to twist himself to death like an ant, and return to the Holy Domain, fooling Lao Tzu, and his mother's Lao Tzu also rolled over from the tip of the knife.

Hey. Mo Xie laughed twice, and when he laughed, the golden dragon shadow on his waist flew out, like a dragon lightning, cutting a crack in the black sky, and the murderous dragon shadow spit out the golden sword qi, slashing out the golden light that rushed down to the sky. Then a thunderclap shook the ground, and the sound of the dragon's groan screamed like the tail of the wind.

The surging black mist turned gray-white in the light of the sword, a plain white long shadow, quiet and a little dazzling, lined with a expressionless face to carefully observe the cold and flawless, the white and bloodless cold face could not hide the peerless ice and beauty, the illusory eyes deliberately squinted, clearly revealing a cold murderous aura.

The cold and murderous aura made her ethereal icy color, the chill of the ice cubes, the clear skull marks engraved on her eyebrows, and the golden dragon-shaped light and shadow, glowing with a gurgling black light. Dressed in skull armor and half-lined with a phantom soft body, the delicate beauty of the black and thick silk hair seems to be very out of place. The beauty is the beauty, the cold soul women's football team kicks the cold and shining skull combat boots, and a pair of small skull flowers hang on the back of the boots.

A stalk that is enough to chill the hair and erect the ghost patella is held between the phantom little hands, the patella that is full of black light, dancing ghostly shadows like sucking people's souls, the thoughts of Taoism and mysteries are soaked in the darkness, and the breath of emptiness, despair, and death is condensed in the black mist.

Mo Ye's eyes twitched as if he were frozen on this ghostly shadow. For the first time, for the first time, it was so clear, so terrifying, so terrifying to see the dignity of the soul one. The frightened eyes were locked in the neck of the soul, struggling to breathe but getting tighter and tighter, so stuffy that the chest was about to explode, the eyes were about to burst, and the hand holding the strange-faced ghost head shield was stiff and quickly wiped the eyes.

There seems to be a layer of green film in front of the eyes, the more you rub it, the more blurred it is, the more you rub it, the more it is nothing, under the golden light dragon shadow, it is gradually impossible to see the face of the soul girl, like a layer of cold moonlight hidden in the shadow of the green gauze fog, and the void only leaves the cold and glamorous pupils of the cold killing.

The dazzling dragon shadow golden light rushed down, and the clattering thunder shook the heavens and the earth, causing Mo Ye's heart to tighten his breath. The small light illuminates the heavens and the earth more dazzling and bright than day.

The icy soul shadow condensed in the black mist, the skeleton shadow in the center of the eyebrows flashed with a ghostly light, like the sky before dawn, showing a deep blue-black without impurities, clear and ethereal. Bing Ling Ling, Han Cancan's death pupils stared at the golden light of the dragon shadow that flew down, and the pale and bloodless cold and bright ice face rose with a trace of yin qi.

The eyebrows and skulls shone brightly, and the Dao Skeleton Shadow Ring flew into the sky, and Bo Bo flashed countless ring shadow skull waves, hitting the golden dragon shadow dagger in waves, and the dragon shadow golden mang, which cut the sky and the earth, seemed to be imprisoned by the invisible death light, and the speed of the fall returned to the zero point.

A dragon roared in the black domain, the dagger shadow dragon mangs shot out ten thousand golden lights, the momentum of coercion tightened, the nine-toothed thorns stabbed towards the skeleton ring light, a wave of thorns, the ring light shot out of the road skeleton shadow, the ghost cried wolf howl, and then gathered into a skeleton ring light to block the golden light that entered the inch.

Mo Ye, who had just come back to life from the soul girl's shocking face, fell into the ice cave again, and his eyes were so shocked that his eyes straightened, since the Thunder Shadow Dragon Dagger gathered, not to mention invincible, he also did not encounter an opponent in the holy weapon, and even the ghosts and strange things in the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb" regarded the Thunder Shadow Dragon Dagger as an ominous thing, hiding without fighting.

Now under the light of the soul girl's skeleton ring, it looks so weak, it seems to be such a small layer, and each blow can only be inched. There is no hope of killing the soul girl at all.

From the moment Mo Xie saw the soul girl clearly in the golden light, he was stunned by the soul girl's ice beauty. I couldn't see the soul face before, I could only see the soul shadow, and Mo Xie didn't have half a mercy for his wanton killing. At this time, seeing the Thunder Shadow Dragon Dagger and the Skeleton Ring Light sly killing in the airspace, the turbulent mood calmed down a lot, and he let out a long breath. It seems that he really wants to kill the soul girl with a dagger, and Mo Xie is still a little heartbroken.

The shock of the cold killing came, and the ghost palate in the soul girl's hand was gently raised, the patella shadow was like a tide, and the rolling black patella flew out, and the patella drew a black line and instantly condensed into a bodyless black bone foot, like a corpse bone leg left by the patella in ancient times. The black remnant flashed with scales, jumped with ghost fire, and stepped in front of Mo Ye's eyes in one step.

Volleyed a big bone foot in the air, and kicked at Mo Xie's shocked and deformed face stretched forward. The familiar smell of blood suddenly struck the cold air from the pores between the faces, sucking the blood on the face as if sucking blood. In an instant, Mo Ye's face was shocked, red, purple, and black. It was as if the blood all over his body had reached his face, and his hands became cold, showing a weakness that he had never felt before.

The black-skinned girl was very close to Mo Ye's purple-faced radish face, and Mo Xie only lifted the strange-faced ghost-headed shield. The two frightened eyes were blocked by the ghost head shield.

Mo Xie turned into a black shadow and flew out from behind the shield, two rays of light and shadow slid out of the dark airspace, and the body of the oblique wood was about to lean away, and the head rushed farthest, and the feet dragged behind to rub out two lines of black fire. Dozens of feet of oblique, almost sitting in the airspace.

The black bone foot hit the strange-faced ghost head shield, and the shock was so great that Mo Ye actually took off the shield body, which has never happened.

The Monster-Faced Ghost Head Shield is one of the two "concentric weapons" condensed from the black battle armor on Mo Xie's body. There is also a Demonic Light Phantom Sword, this sword Mo Xie can only conjure up a sword shape but cannot drive it.

The so-called "concentric device" has the meaning of unity of mind and mind, not to mention taking it off, just like growing in Mo Ye's hands. The skin of the flesh can be torn apart, and the flesh and bones are torn apart and the bones and souls are still attached. (To be continued......)