Mo Xie tried his best to keep the golden kite's head from being soaked in water, holding his thin shoulders lightly with one hand, and washing his dark face with the other hand. I can't understand how it was so dirty after decades of cultivation, so smooth that it didn't fade after washing it several times.

In the past, Mo Xie had cultivated for a hundred years, and there was no such thing, he scratched his face a few times, and the greasy black mud came down a layer, and sent it to his nose to smell, and the oil was fragrant.

Mo Ye figured out why the Bodhisattva had been blackened by the strange smell all over his body, which had been smoky for decades.

Mo Xie rubbed the oil sludge and sulked.

In the solemn and cool forest, a clear laughter suddenly sounded. The birds hidden in the forest were dumbfounded, and with a loud sound, like a dew-dew arrow falling in the morning wind, shot into the small pool, followed by broken branches and broken leaves, and the fierce wind brought bursts of blood.

The face that rubbed half of the oil sludge was lifted, black and white. His eyes froze, and he picked up the flirtatious golden kite in the water and wanted to escape into the stone cave, frowning slightly, hiss, hiss, and sucked it a few times, so familiar with the blood.

Mo Xie felt a little uneasy in his heart. "How did she end up here"?

The black and white face pulled the elder, and gradually became black and purple, as if the anger was fierce, and the face became extremely terrifying.

Mo Xie turned into a purple-red light and disappeared into the wild laughter and blood.

Thousands of zhang away in the forest area, swallowed by the boiling flames, the towering ancient trees turned into fire trees, crackling and burning with raging flames, rushing dozens of zhang high, the stumps and leaves that were not burned in time between the trees flew into green arrows, shooting in all directions, and the stone walls and ancient trees in the far area were pierced out of the large and small black holes by the thin branches and leaves that were rushed out by the flames, jumping and burning with stars and black smoke.

At the center of the air explosion, there was a sea of fire, thousands of trees turned to ash, the stone and rock turned into magma, and the billowing black smoke swallowed the heavens and the earth, and the five fingers could not be seen.

Through the smoke field. A holy woman with a split head and a blood-stained face stood tremblingly in the airspace, her battle armor was broken, and her reddish blood body was faintly flashing in the slightly trembling armor shadow.

The blood-stained black hair slammed out, wow! A mouthful of blood spurted out several feet away, and the petite figure trembled violently. His legs were weak, and his body fell, almost falling into the airspace.

"Little saintess, why aren't you arrogant." In the black smoke. A long beak flashed, and it stretched out and pecked in front of the bearded saint, straight to the neck.

The saint snorted, and a bloodshot gushed from the corner of her mouth. The bracelet light up on the bloody hand, and a pair of flying rings struck the long pointed beak left and right.

"Little Holy Maiden, the reaction is too slow, if you want to crit the 'Fishing Shadow Beak' so closely, aren't you afraid of blowing you to pieces?"

The long spiky beak shadow flashed. The volley faded into oblivion, and a transparent airbag enveloped the four domains. The fire in the sky was violently extinguished, and even the thick black smoke ran away without a trace. The heavens turned crimson, like the red light of the setting sun that filled the sky.

The breath of the bearded saint was tightened. The blood was purple from the inside out, his face was distorted and deformed, his breathing stagnated, and his little hands trembled to his neck. It was as if a stone was stuck in the throat.

"Little saintess, do you still have the ability to resist when you enter my fishing bag formation? Obediently follow me to be a slave! Hahahahaga!" The hideous laughter in the airspace stopped abruptly. The arrogance disappeared.

Poof! A golden dragon shadow pierced the pink airspace, and the nine dragon patterns instantly spread out to the four domains, and the red domain turned into a blue and heavy sky, black fog filled the air, and the dim daylight returned to the dark gray clouds.

"Your mother's slave". The angry curse sounded, and the saint priest who was burning with fire flashed in front of the bearded saint and gently took her into his arms.

"Xuenu, photographed this dead bird for me." Mo Ye hugged the soft and collapsed holy woman, his eyes were so angry that his eyes were spewing fire, his hair was shining with sparks, and the beard on his chest was fluttering wildly.

The forbidden slave pulled the skull chain crystal hammer and escaped out of the airspace, the black bean's eyes were round, his fists were clenched, and the skull was trembling with crystal light patterns. "Dead birds, you dare to hurt my master's wives and watch me break your legs."

The sharp skull light flew into the black fire, and boom!

A black shadow stumbled out of the black smoke. It was only after retreating hundreds of zhang away that he barely stabilized his figure, his huge virtual wings flew out, as if supporting the void, his chin was covered with both hands, and his black eyes flashed with an incredible shock.

The shadow of the pupil flashed over the long-bearded saint, and then looked at the face that was dark and purple, and the purple was shining with oil, and then the pupil fell on the forbidden slave who was pulling the skull. "Snow Monster"!

Mom, the black shadow flickered and fled into the sky.

"It's Ben Ling Zu, seeing that Ben Zu still wants to escape, bring things." The forbidden slave pulled the skull and shouted an inexplicable trumpet to chase after him, and the cold air all the way attracted the snow all over the sky.

Mo Xie ignored Xue Nu and the shadow of the escape. The lightly clasped saint shouted eagerly.

The faint eyes looked through the blood-stained hair, and looked at the strange face of black and red anger, "Gu"!

His neck was soft, and he was hanging in Mo Xie's arms.

Mo Xie threw down the golden kite in his arms and hurriedly held Le'er in his arms. The golden kite hugged Mo Ye tightly, her body fell, and she flashed to her side, pulling her little face, pouting and looking at the holy woman in Mo Ye's arms.

The red qi flew out from Mo Xie's fingertips, entered Bian Le's body, and then took out the "Baiqi True Crystal" and put it in his mouth, waiting for a few breaths. Mo Ye's eyes became solemn, and he fell to the tree hole with Bian Le's soft holy body in his arms.

Guan Ke's face was gloomy, a little pale, staring at the holy woman in Mo Xie's arms, and there were thorns in his eyes. Reluctantly asked. "What happened to the Holy Friends of Mo Evil"?

Mo Xie didn't squeak with a gloomy face, and flashed into the tree domain, so frightened that Guan Ke hurriedly let go of the cave and glanced at the golden kite that was following behind Mo Xie.

The golden kite rolled her eyes and pouted, her breath still unsettled. I wanted to take a mandarin duck bath with Mo Shengyou, but I was interrupted by the appearance of this dead saint, where is this feather armor still wet!

The golden kite snorted, and sat on the thick roots of Gong Qi on the edge of the tree hole, her little hands crackling against the gray and black tree.

Guan Ke squinted at the golden kite. "I didn't take advantage of the opportunity I gave you, stupid bird."

Mo Ye hurriedly let out a fine sweat, shook out a soft stone bed, and gently put Bian Le in the brocade phoenix silk quilt, lightly checked the pulse, and his face changed color.

A strange wisp of black qi swam out of Bian Le's body, and sometimes he wandered into the Danhai Sea, surrounding the "Pei Ming Lei Yuan", spitting out a ghostly black silky light. "Lei Yuan" lit up bursts of clear light, but it was absorbed by the black silk light and shimmered and dimmed.

The rolling Danhai True Qi flew towards the Dan Domain, disappearing like wisps, and the "Baiqi True Crystal" exploded in the Dan Domain, and in the blink of an eye, only a little True Qi remained.

Mo Xie sweated through his clothes, what kind of mercerized light was this, how could he devour his true qi. Mo Xie didn't think about it, and punched out several runes to seal Danhai.

Suddenly, the black silk light appeared in the domain of consciousness again, and the diffuse domain instantly stretched out the silk, as if stretching out countless tentacles to occupy the domain of knowledge.

Crackling, seven-colored lightning rushed into the sky, and the light flew towards the silk, and the black silk fell in a few breaths.

The black silk seemed to have taken root, retreated half of the domain of knowledge, and stretched out countless tentacles, stretching out like a snake to the domain of knowledge.

The seven-colored lightning and black silk light were inextricably separated in the Dan Domain, and Mo Xie was so shocked that he couldn't help if he wanted to, and he couldn't help it.

Mo Xie panicked, took out the "Book of Medicine", "Poison Sutra", "Pharmacopoeia Illustration", and "Theory of Antiquities", and flipped through it over and over again, his eyes were on fire.

The four books that were about to fall off the pages fell to the ground, and they forgot about it, how could the medicine books of the puppet realm have the secret disease of the holy realm.

Mo Xie stared at his blood-red eyes and shouted into the air. "Snow slave, you can't kill the dead birds, I'll kill you."

A large round crystal head stretched out of the tree, and the red hat was crooked, and his mouth was grinning and his cheeks were tied. "That's over, if you don't die, the master will take me to the funeral."

The crystal head flashed, and the forbidden slave disappeared. The sound of skulls clattering in the distance faded away.

Mo Ye rubbed his hands anxiously. After arriving at the Holy Realm, Mo Xie had no fixed place to live and wandered around. The medical skills he learned in the puppet realm were all wasted. He had never studied the strange diseases in the cultivation of the Holy Realm in detail.

What is the black silk light that is free in the Bianle meridians? It is different from the black air mass imprisoned in the Mo Evil Consciousness Domain, but it is even more ghostly than the black air mass, and it is uncertain, sometimes Danhai, sometimes Consciousness Domain. Although Mo Ye sealed the Dan Sea, the black silk light was outside the Dan Sea, hissing and pulling Mo Ye's runes.

Seeing that Mo Ye was in a hurry, Guan Ke cautiously walked into the tree hole, wanting to see Bian Le's symptoms.

"Get out! don't bother me." Mo Ye snorted angrily, sat in front of the stone bed, holding Bian Le's hand with both hands, his eyebrows were raised, the clouds covered his face, and the black pupils on fire stared at Bian Le's eyebrows.

Guan Ke was so frightened that he stopped in shock, staring at the puzzled pupil and staring at Mo Xie's eager look. Guan Ke couldn't understand Mo Ye, this was just a holy woman, was it necessary to be so fierce? But from Mo Ye's eyes, he read too much content that he had never known before. Anxious, concerned, doting, helpless. It's too much, it's something that a shapeshifter can't read.

The golden kite, who was sitting at the entrance of the tree hole, muttered quietly, clenched his fists with his small hands, clenched his thin teeth tightly, and glanced at Mo Ye, who was sweating in a hurry.

Mo Ye stared at his fingers as if he hadn't heard it, and stared at the free black silky light, and as soon as the silky light appeared, a blue light from his fingertips hit the Bian Le Holy Body, and his petite body couldn't help but shudder.

"Golden Kite, what are you talking about?" Guan Ke slowly turned his head to look at the sulking golden kite.

"Didn't say anything," replied the golden kite angrily.

The golden kite was not angry with anything else, but Mo Xie saw the holy woman and threw her into the airspace. Fortunately, hug Mo Ye's waist, otherwise he would have lost his shadow. Now that he saw Mo Ye's eyes, he was even more angry, and he really wanted to go over and tear that eye-catching saint to pieces.

Regarding emotional matters, Jin Kite seems to know more about emotional matters than Guan Ke, unlike Guan Ke who always thinks about how to frame Mo Ye with ideas and make him commit crimes. And the golden kite is wandering in the cute emotion. (To be continued......)