Hundreds of sages were so frightened that they held their breath, holding their breath, standing on the jade path with colorful shields of light, their faces sweating, their muscles and bones twitching all over their bodies, and their teeth couldn't help but hit each other. Mo Xie scolding heard the sound of scolding in his ears, and his eyelids jumped as he watched Mo Ye patting the holy bag and looking for the holy weapon.

"This young master will come back to the peak and clean you up." Mo Xie really didn't have a way, the spell couldn't move, the holy weapon was disobedient, and he found a high-sounding reason, and the smoke and dust turned into a ghost shadow and drifted into the ethereal peak.

The green forest, the towers, the pavilions are dotted with green bamboos, the strange stones are towering, the strange stones are stacked craggy, the ancient cypress is lush and towering, and all kinds of strange flowers are dotted during the period. Exquisite pavilions and pavilions, quiet and beautiful pond water corridors, surrounded by quiet white jade walls.

The red clouds bring Mo Ye into the misty sea of clouds, in front of the glorious golden wall and the antique pavilion. The voice of the netherworld rose suddenly, as crisp as a silver bell, containing a faint sadness. The aftermath is lingering and endless. "The young master of the Ethereal Peak, Mo Xie admonished".

The dewdropping bamboo leaves on both sides are ringing, and the quiet singing voice is like a gurgling trickle, washing Mo Ye's soul. The singing, like the lonely moon in the night sky, and the slight cool night breeze aroused Mo Xie's sad heart. "Ethereal soul, miserable, lonely peak, bleak ......."

Mo Xie's lonely figure stood in the desolation of the thin sound ice cellar, bursts of anger, heavy and sad guilt, like a red-hot needle stabbing his heart. His forehead was drooping, and his eyes were prostrate, until Hui's slightly hot cheeks dried up with tears.

Mo Xie took a deep breath, calmed the moving melody in his heart, stepped on the pink spar steps, and his eyes lit up, a milky white magnificent building, suddenly breaking through the clouds. Brick by brick is like an ancient bell, ringing pleasantly.

Mo Ye entered the hall with a unique charm. The top of the hall is red, yellow, green three-color crystal tiles alternately, flying pavilion Liudan. Resplendent with brilliance in the sun. There are thousands of carved treading cloud mats floating in the hall, stepping on the cloud mats are carved with vibrant lotus flowers, the lotus is one in size, the shape is different, the petals are slightly rolled, densely engraved with small and dense leaf patterns,

In the middle of the main hall, there is a throne of colorful phoenix gilded beasts that step on the clouds and mist, sing and dance lightly, and the phoenix eyes are shining. Lifelike, with a sharp beak slightly open, a long and desolate tone, and a thousand wisps of singing, it seems to come out of the beak.

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, carved and stepped on the cloud mat, and the auspicious clouds generally held up Mo Ye, slowly flew into the air, and fell on the throne of the colorful phoenix gilt beast in a blink of an eye. Ten thousand crystals of light shot out from the Colorful Phoenix Gilded Ten Thousand Beasts Throne. Birds and beasts soar through the clouds and mist, and hundreds of birds chirp, clear as cranes, and as fine as moans. A colorful phoenix disappeared in a flash among the auspicious clouds. Two tall dragon heads, the dragon's horns are raised high, the dragon's eyes are round, and the dragon's mouth holds a green pearl. Condensed from the throne of the gilded beasts, with teeth and claws, head and tail, as if about to thunderbolt into the air. The roar roared, and the loud sound resounded through the sky.

The red flame between Mo Xie's eyebrows, the flames moved slightly, and the entire ethereal peak roared with a loud bang, as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking, like a mountain falling, like the ground sinking, falling and shaking. In the midst of the rolling thunder, a bolt of lightning broke through the sea of fog like a fire dragon, cut a crack in the sky, and shook the ground with a thunderclap. Several blue lightning bolts, twisting and turning, swaying and scurrying, like a strange dragon hitting the jade path.

With a click, the jade path cracked from the middle, and when it was broken for a hundred miles, the jade light revealed a fiery red light, and the broken jade path was like falling into a fire crystal, turning into a drop of shining jade beads in the fiery red light.

Hundreds of saints were stunned by thunderbolts, and the hairs on their bodies stood up in shock. Flashing with multicolored shield light, it fell sharply from a height of ten thousand feet.

Mo Xie's holy body burst into red light, dazzling lightning rushed in, and with a click, the starlight around him was dotted, and the shadow disappeared from the ethereal hall.

Slightly dizzy, entering a glittering cave, as the Mo Evil Holy Body changed from virtual to real, the crystal light in the cave flashed, and the blue light bloomed. A statue of a jade girl is perched high on the shrine, with a blue light all over her body, diffusing a vast spiritual pressure.

The blue light under Mo Ye's feet slowly brightened, and he knelt on the dragon gilt mat in a flash, the clear air was pervasive, the blue light was shining, and a flower-shaped dragon crown was condensed from the hole where the blue light flowed, and slowly fell on Mo Ye's head. The euphemistic and beautiful music is like a whisper.

The incense burner in front of the shrine offering table lit up nine fingers of thick red incense, the smoke curled, light and overflowing, the divine light shot out from the ethereal Lingzun's soft waves-like beautiful eyes, the fine eyes stared at Mo Xie, and the faint sound floated from the sky. "Mo Xie, the fifty-first and ninety-ninth generation disciples of Miao Peak, the heart of the generation. Spread the secret of ten thousand hearts, and seal the eighteenth generation of the peak master of Miao Peak".

The blue light was pervasive, the glow was shining, and a crystal light flew into the heart of Mo Xie's eyebrows. The seven-colored aura surrounded Mo Ye's body, and the Dao aura flew towards the cave in waves. Hundreds of statues on both sides slowly knelt down, and the sound of curling was endless. Mo Ye's heart was shocked, since his divine sense broke through five hundred miles, there was always a summoning in the depths of the sea of consciousness. Mo Xie always thought that it was the gratitude in his heart that urged him to return to Botu Mountain, but it turned out that the ethereal Spirit Venerable was summoning.

Mo Xie was surprised, confused, delighted, but shuddered, nameless hatred slowly grew in his heart, blood was boiling, hatred was like a tide surging in his chest, and a strong desire for revenge penetrated into every drop of blood and every cell. Sparks of anger burst out of his eyes, sparks crackled, murderous, and a cold smirk condensed between his lips and teeth. The black crystal beads in the Danhai gathered violently, and the entire Danhai roared.

Mo Xie knocked his head three times, "Ancestor Xie."

A shadow of smoke swept by, and the statue of Mo Ye, which was condensed behind the crystals on both sides, turned into smoke and stood on the side of the ethereal Lingzun. Mo Ye stood up slowly, his eyes revealed a cold cold light, and his soul-seducing eyes had a more majesty and ruthlessness.

The green and green peaks, the milky white cloud yarn floats on the mountainside, one after another, one after another, verdant, verdant, covering the ground and covering the sky, the ancient trees that are as black as iron, a wisp of pale green, miserable white smoke, into silk, into wisps, curling up, lingering among the trees, a delicate and handsome, exquisitely carved incense burner, like a budding lotus flower floating out of the blue clouds.

The two low-headed fourth-order saints separated the two sides of the incense burner, with ice muscles and jade bones, starry eyes, a bloodthirsty smile blooming on their arrogant and unruly faces, and an extremely enchanting devilish figure, which made people want to spurt blood from their noses and mouths.

In front of the incense burner, on the snow-white blood-devouring stone, sat an old saint with crane hair and a childish face. The old saint's sideburns are like a knife, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, the tips of the two thin eyebrows seem to be holding two ice peaks, the locked gray eyebrows are frowning on his eyes, and the blue cold light shoots out from his eyes. staring closely at the white face of a saint like a flower, her soft and delicate skin, and her eyes twinkling with cold stars. "Qin Ji, it's time for you to repay me."

By the incense burner, Qin Ji, who was contemplating the curling aroma, was stunned for a moment, and knelt on the ground in a panic. Listening to the Holy Ancestor's instructions, his heart was beating with anxiety, his plump and graceful figure trembled, and his face turned white.

"Qin Ji, I have helped you break through the fourth order of the solid root, and I won't let you be a holy tripod, you go to the Ethereal Peak to find the one called Mo Evil Saint, use your holy body to trap him, and bring him back to the Holy Soul City. After bringing it back, I will unravel your mantra and accept you as a disciple, but if you can't bring it back, you can only scatter your soul."

Qin Ji's weeping willow-like graceful figure slowly bowed down, her eyes as pure as spring water, through a wisp of sadness, her long black and shiny eyelashes blinked with mist, and she stood up with a smile. "Xie Shengzu, the slave is determined to bring Mo Ye back."

The glow of the sun rose, and Qin Ji turned into a pink cloud and flew out of the sea of thousands of mountains and fog.

Tom, another saint knelt on the ground by the incense burner. Thin, the long tips of the eyes are slightly raised to the horns, and there is a trace of ruthlessness between the eyebrows. "Holy Ancestor, Qiong Xin asks for battle, and would rather be broken for the jade and bring back the thief."

The old saint's eyes were longing, sparks burst out of his dark gray pupils, the whites of his eyes faintly glowed with blue luster, squinting at his fantastic eyes, staring at Qiong Xin and smiling coldly. This son's desire for power is immortal, and the Tao is a very good chess piece. The last time he incarnated to go to the Ethereal Peak, the city lord of the Holy Sea City, Yi Jue, was very displeased, and this time, he could only use this holy woman to make a move. "Joan, don't worry, I'll give you a better errand."

The figure of the old saint gradually became hazy, and the crane hair in the black mountain peak The old saint frowned, "Let the divine soul count again, the inheritance of the ethereal peak has been decided." If you want to enter the ethereal puppet realm again, there is little hope of retrieving that stone. Divine souls, divine souls, never tell the results until the last moment."

"How come City Lord Bian, you think of me again." The dim cave was violently shining, and the white light was dazzling, and one was hunched over his waist and skinny. His hands and feet are as thin as reeds, and his body is bent like a bow, like a big prawn. Bad smiling eyes, with two long eyelids hanging down.

Bian Han's two thick white eyebrows rippled softly, and he fiercely skimmed the hemp rod-like spirit, the old immortal was about to die, that is, he was immortal, and he always entered his retreat unknowingly. "Divine Soul Son, you are not in the Wandering Soul Pass, why did you leave your post without permission."

"City Lord Bian, there are tens of thousands of old ghosts in the Holy Realm guarding the Wandering Soul Pass, no more than me, no less than me. I'm here to discuss with you about borrowing the holy slave, you lend me the holy slave outside, and I will give up my life to tell you when that kid will come to the Holy Soul City." The half-crippled eyebrows of the god soul are smiling, curved, like a bright crescent moon in the night sky.

Bian Han didn't have a good look at his soul. "You have at least a thousand eyebrows, and you're far from death. Don't talk about those useless ones, you can borrow them, you tell me when the Holy Sea will be in chaos."

"Really, City Lord Bian still wants to make a move, so you are not afraid that after the chaos in the Holy Sea subsides, Yi will never play with you" The divine soul sank. This old guy doesn't know what Lu Dao is for, looking at the misty peak is not pleasing to the eye, and he seems to be looking for something.

Bian Han's white eyebrows were solemn, and his face was displeased. "Divine Soul Son, if you want to count it, you don't count it as going back to the Wandering Soul Pass."

The spirit smiled hehehe, and his soft gray skin hung down his cheeks, like rags hanging on the surface of a withered tree. "Lord Bian, I'm still angry, didn't I tell you that Yi Jue would come last time, can you dodge......?"