"Hey, hey, I'll see you at night, little Fengfeng". Huai Ling said playfully.

"Xiao Fengfeng, only a bud that has been sucked earlier than me, pretending to be old every day." Feng Ling shook the branch and muttered to himself disdainfully.

The fiery red locust maple forest was silent, there was no sound of the wind, and the quiet sound of the fog flowing became the most piercing noise. Occasionally, there would be one or two teams of Dharma patrols who swept over the Huai Feng Forest, and only swept the Huai Feng Forest with their divine sense, but no Sage fell into the forest, and it seemed that there were some taboos about this Huai Feng Forest.

The sunset faded early, and the stars were like naughty eyes, blinking curious eyes, staring at the mysterious Huai maple forest in Wanyun Cave. A golden arc of light crossed the blue night sky, like bright eyes, childish and persistent glances.

In the calm Huai maple forest, there was a slight sound, and a black shadow came out of the ground, shook the moisture on his body, and straightened out the black hair that was a little sticky due to the dampness.

Mo Ye didn't expect that the earthy atmosphere of this Huai Maple Forest was so heavy, and in such a shallow layer of soil, it was even wetter than the fog of Wanyun Cave. A damp chill came from the depths of the distant soil, and the whole person seemed to sink into the ground.

Since Mo Xie entered the Solid Root Realm, his perception of all things seems to have entered a new stage, the changes in all creatures that he had never felt before, have now become very sensitive, flowers are not only the embodiment of beauty, they have become like beautiful elves, every leaf trembles, it is a whisper, and every petal of flowers blooms is a joyful laughter. In his ears, this holy realm is no longer just the heaven and earth of the sage, with the song of the grass, the soft chanting of the trees, and even the heartbeat of the earth can be vaguely perceived.

Mo Ye's perception also has a range, and this range is only ten miles, which is exactly the same as the range of voyeuristic divine sense.

Mo Ye's eyes jumped vigilantly, and there was a faint smile on both sides of his mouth. The gestures looked very confident, tom, half of the Xuanyin came out inadvertently, and was immediately indifferently covered up without a trace.

A sharp gaze swept towards the black hole cave of the Huai Feng forest, like a giant axe splitting through the dark mist.

"The Fellow of the Spirits, stay behind." Mo Xie released a wave of divine consciousness, which expanded by five hundred zhang like ripples.

In the dark maple forest, which is less than a few feet long, several locust leaves are the first to move. "Xiao Fengfeng, I'm not wrong. In such a dense forest, those stupid sages have no more than a hundred zhang of divine sense, and this little saint who is a little stronger than a fool can reach five hundred zhang, and if he talks to you, he will not be considered a drop."

In the dark forest, the red light flashed, and a piece of bark crumpled under the red light. It seems to feel that these words are too harsh. I don't know how long I stopped before I showed a simple square face. Ignore Huai Ling's contempt. A maple wave spread into the distance.

"Little Holy Friend. That's right, it's down to you that you've been left behind." He asked with a smile.

Mo Evil's black eyes turned to the side, through the gap between the trees. See that little red dot. Mo Ye was a little surprised, this tree had really become a refinement. If this is in the puppet realm, Mo Xie believes that he can roll his eyes and groan. Fortunately, this is a holy place. Anything can happen, mosquitoes can talk, praying mantis can cultivate. Xiao Lanshan can become a demon, and Jinglu can suck blood. It's no wonder that you've seen a lot.

However, when Mo Ye heard laughter in his voice, he felt pain in his forehead, and his feet and limbs were like pins and needles. "Grandma's, and such a playful person".

Mo Xie scolded secretly, and his face twitched in the dark. "I don't know what is the matter, Friends."

Maple Spirit's bark face stretched twice. Cursed. "Your grandma's, it's you who plays".

Then he smiled and shook a few maple leaves. "Holy friends, forgive me, during the day, because the secret technique of the holy friends is too fast, I have to leave the holy friends behind."

Mo Xie's cheeks twitched twice, and he slapped his mouth as if he had been laughed at. "Damn, this is also called fast, is it not to play Lao Tzu".

"The claws of the holy friend are like lightning, and then admire, please say it quickly, and you have to hurry down." Mo Xie scolded secretly and asked for advice with a smile.

"Fuck you, secretly scolding me for not saying anything, and openly scolding Lao Tzu's technique is a claw." After Feng Ling scolded secretly, he gently shook a few maple leaves.

"Little Holy Friend, it's not a big deal, I just want to ask the Holy Friend to borrow a spell." Feng Ling's voice replied very sincerely.

"Your uncle, are you borrowing magic like this?" Mo Xie scolded secretly.

"The joke of the Holy Friend, how can the Holy Friend have the magic that the Holy Friend wants to plant the soul." Mo Ye was a little suspicious. I don't know much about magic. Ten hands can only be counted, point the void technique, the displacement technique, the Escape Wood Technique, the Escape Wood Technique, the Voyeurism Technique, the Lock Bag Technique, the Soul Transformation Technique, and the Black Wind Slash.

The Black Wind Slash is an insect skill obtained when refining the insect soul, and the soul transformation is definitely the skill that the ancient spirit of Xiaolanshan left in his divine consciousness, and the most angry is the short-lived young master Fan Yan, eating, drinking, and having fun, absurdity for hundreds of years, and when devouring his divine consciousness, he didn't get the bullshit skill, on the contrary, he got some old accounts of absurdity. As for getting the Overlord Soul, Phantom, and the Ice Gist passed down by Bing Jiu's father from Xing Zhi, these techniques have never had time to be studied.

Could it be a soul decision? Mo Ye's eyes flashed and he regained his composure.

"Your uncle, who knows that the soul transformation recipe you got from the dog's life"

"Of course, the Holy Friend can know a technique called the Soul Transformation Technique." With a smile, the whole maple tree shook as he spoke.

"Holy shit, it's really a spell."

"The holy friend is right, it will be in the future, but this thing is magic, and it is never passed on." Mo Ye's dark face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"You shit, pretend to be no, I shout, thousands of sages can break your bones."

"Holy friend, I won't ask for your spells for nothing, we can exchange spells." Feng Ling said sincerely.

Feng Ling has no choice, he is just, 100,000 years ago, the Great Holy Spirit of the Planting Domain Feng Ye left a small section of the Holy Beard in the Holy Domain, used to monitor the various sects of the Holy Domain, the Great Holy Spirit of the Maple Night will send someone to sneak into the Wanyun Cave every thousand years to take away the letter crystal, the first 70,000 years are fine, nearly 30,000 years have passed, and Zhicheng has never sent a holy envoy again. Feng Ling had already reached the Soul Transformation Realm, and only then did he realize that there was no Soul Transformation Decision in his inheritance, but without the Holy Envoy, there would be no one to inherit. The Huai Ling next door, his grandmother's, now in the middle of the soul transformation, a small maple maple a day, a small maple maple for two days, and no maple spirit has died in ten thousand years.

"Dead liar, when you are stupid, the holy magic is planted, and there is a sage who can learn the technique." Mo Xie scolded secretly.

"I don't know what the magic is, so I can talk about it." Mo Xie smiled and laughed.

Mo Xie wanted to take a look and talk about it, but he couldn't fly away by himself, and take advantage of the night to find out the Wanyun Cave Domain. What magic is not a magic Lao Tzu is not rare.

"You're the fuck, you're a liar".

"The Holy Friend's escape technique is good, but it's just a surface, and I have a 'Escape Wood Experience' that can be exchanged with the Holy Friend." Feng Ling had already thought about it during the day, this little saint had suffered from the Retreat Wood Technique, so it was better to show him his family's 'Escape Wood Experience', this kind of experience that he didn't even look at in the Cultivation Domain's garbage Sacred Technique. It can be exchanged for the soul transformation formula, which is also a big bargain.

"What is the experience of Dunmu? But the word Dunmu seems to have something to do with his own Dunmu technique."

Mo Xie didn't scold Feng Ling this time. "Holy friends can take it for a look first, and then we will discuss."

"Rabbit cub, you think you can run!" Feng Lingdao scolded secretly.

"Hehehe, just look at it, don't look at it more". Feng Ling was afraid that Mo Ye would read it in one go, and said that he would be able to do it, and he would be miserable.

"Damn, Lao Tzu doesn't scold you, you Lao Tzu instead." Mo Xie replied secretly.

"A word is a certainty". Mo Ye's face was gloomy, and he looked very sincere.

Whoosh, a blue light, like a meteor in the night sky, flashed from the darkness towards Mo Ye.

Mo Ye was shocked. "Son of a......". Mo Ye didn't have time to scold anymore. As soon as the spell melted at his fingertips, a crystal hand flew towards Qingguang, and before the crystal hand pinched Qingguang, it was like a broken crystal stone turned into a piece of clear air.

The blue light was like electricity, hitting Mo Ye's shoulder. The black armor on Mo Xie's shoulder moved, turning into a long mouth with black teeth, and a mouthful of blue light.

Tom, Mo Ye sat on the ground with a butt and fell a heavy butt pier.

In the Wanyun Hall, the blue light flashed on the light screen, and the eyes of several Qi Condensing Saints immediately focused on the blue light.

Qi Zhuo opened his eyes violently. "Where"?

"The envoy of the banner is Huai Fenglin." An Qi Condensing Sage hurriedly replied.

"Huai Fenglin, the dead old demon is playing ghost tricks again." Qi Zhuo whispered, and closed his eyes again. It has been four thousand years since he entered the Wanyun Cave, and that Huai Fenglin can make some movement every night, and Qi Zhuo is used to it, not only him. The few Qi Condensing Sages who were guarding in front of the light screen, seeing that it was Huai Fenglin, their angry eyes also faded, and they shook their heads and smiled and ignored them.

"Oh, Holy Friend, I forgot that you are only a step deeper, and you are a little heavier, forgive me" Feng Ling laughed fiercely in his heart. "I'll let you scold me, I won't give you any benefits, I don't know the interests and disadvantages of Dao Fengzu."

Mo Ye didn't have a good look at the weak, barely visible red light in the distance. "Bastard, play with me".

Mo Xie gritted his teeth and stood up, and with a snap, he took the cyan spar from his body and stood on the battle armor. Gently press it on the forehead and suck it, and throw it back into the distance red light without getting angry. "Holy friends, I will do all this, we cannot exchange".

Feng Ling was stunned and forgot to scold Mo Xie back. How is this possible, this is the spell of the Zhi clan, how can the Sage.

The Wood Technique and the Wood Cultivation Technique were originally both plant domain techniques, because millions of years ago, the Holy Clan and the Plant Clan Alliance, in order to show mutual trust, handed over their own clan's spells to each other to study. The Dunmu Technique and the Dunmu Xingshu were one of the exchange techniques of the year, and after the Holy Clan obtained them, they were not widely spread in the Holy Domain, but were handed over to several major sects as inheritance techniques.

What is the experience of Dunmu, it refers to the essence of guiding the Holy Spirit of the Zhi clan to study the art of Dunmu and the art of Dunmu at a deep level, the Zhi clan will not give this thing to the Holy Clan at all, and the great saints of the Holy Clan are all refining like the Holy Spirit of the Zhi Clan, coming and going without a trace in the boundless sea of trees. If this is the case, the Zhi people will have the heart to cry.

However, this experience is the inheritance technique of the Zhi clan, and it is really not a good thing in the Zhi Domain. If you are born with it, then you can't fade the secret arts. However, this spell is relative, the Zhi clan seems to be rubbish, and the holy clan is different, everyone gets it quickly, and refining it is not passing on the secret art. (To be continued......)