The morning light is faint, the morning sun peeks out from behind the green mountains, and the coolness of the night fades away, and a touch of pale green spring water flows into the forest. In the green light, the leaves of the betel tree raise their heads from their slumber, dripping with a little dewdrop, reflecting the colorful glow falling. Tick tick tick on the jet-black hair.

Under the huge green cover, the gray-red and fluffy thick tree body stretched out half of its body, facing the sky on its back, and the dew dripped on the half-covered hair and face, accumulating a puddle of water, which slowly flowed down the black hair, dripping on the pebbles under the tree.

The ethereal aura on the betel tree stirred, a crystal door opened, and dozens of black-gauze and black-armored saintesses stepped out of the teleportation array. A gentle breeze blows and the Penang Grove Creek is immersed in a rich aroma.

The bright eyes of the saint at the head are clear and clear, and the eyes are curved like crescent moons. "Le'er, let's see if it's this person."

A smart seven-layer black-clothed saintess bowed her head in response, and drove a pink disc to Mo Ye's side. A flood of clear water's black pupils flashed with a look of consternation, staring at Mo Ye's face with melancholy. "The second order of the solid root, how could the evil prince of Mo cultivate so fast, he has already entered the solid root realm in just over ten years."

The air saint called out a few vocal music, her brows were condensed together, staring at the back of her disciple Bian Le, and there was a hint of clarity between her eyebrows. "Gu Xin, go and help your sister get him out."

Gu Xin's dark and shiny eyes, spinning around with a beautiful smile, pulled the black veil on his face. "Oh, it's so hot, I need to cool off."

Gu Xin fell to Bian Le's side in a flutter. "Dead Nizi, I'm dumbfounded when I see my old lover, the master calls you."

Bian Le reacted at this time, and his eyes panicked. "Master, it's Mo Evil Son."

"Ouch, what kind of medicine did this little fool take, and the roots are second-order." Gu Xin was so shocked that he almost didn't take off the veil, holding Mo Ye's head with both hands and twisting it vigorously. I'm afraid I'll admit my mistake.

Yueyu stood in the air, her velvet-like eyebrows and butterfly tentacles curved, all staring thoughtfully at Mo Ye. "How does Master Qingyuzi know that this Mo Evil Holy Friend is here."

Yueyu took all the disciples in Qilian Cave, and suddenly received a crystal letter from his master Qingyuzi, asking him to take Mo Ye here to Botu Mountain.

Gu Xin pulled Mo Xie's holy body hard, and Mo Xie's neck grew by half an inch, strange with Gu Xin's technique, let alone pulling Mo Xie out of the tree. Even if it's a betel tree, it's not a problem. Fine sweat oozed from Gu Xin's forehead, his eyelids were red, and Mo Xie's body was embedded in the betel tree, not moving at all.

"Dead Nizi, what are you still stunned about, your mistress was bitten by a tree, and he didn't help him." Gu Xin couldn't care about it, and pushed Bian Le, who was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking.

Big eyes as pure as spring water. The long, jet-black shiny eyelashes blinked twice. Stretch out your thin black nails and gently scratch the tree.

With a click, the betel tree that the three of them couldn't hold fell down and smashed into Gu Xin.

Gu Xin flashed a pair of eyes that looked like deep pools. Full of childishness. The strange elf shouted. "Dead Nizi, such a big tree, just cut it, oops. Stoned me".

Gu Xin hugged the betel tree dozens of feet in a flash, and planted it into the stream with a loud bang. Stir up a mud flower. Frightened, Gu Xin disappeared into a smoke.

Bian Le's eyes were full of red blood in shock, and he covered his mouth and stared at Mo Ye in the body of the tree. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I saw Mo Xie growing in the body of the tree, as if the body was growing in the tree, and the dense tree was tightly biting into Mo Ye's body, and it seemed that the thin sap could be seen, soaking into the skin little by little. Mo Ye is completely fused in the tree essence.

Yue Yu's eyes are slender and slender, and there are no surprises in the holy realm, and I have never seen that kind of spell that can integrate the holy body into the tree. Could it be that this is the art of retreating? Yue Yu and all the disciples stood in the fire-like aura and watched in a daze. I don't know what to do for a while.

Bian Le's black nails flashed, and Qi cut off the betel tree. took out the big black holy bag, and a whirlwind flew out of the mouth of the holy bag. The severed betel tree filaments remain untouched. "Space gravity can't pull the betel tree, what a strange tree".

"Kang Qing, Helan, you go and help Senior Sister Bian carry the body of the tree into the teleportation array." Although Yueyu condensed the second layer of qi, she had never seen such a thing, so she had to ask her disciple to carry the entire tree away.

The four saints of Guhin turned into crystal cords, tied the body of the tree, and pulled them into the air. Half of the betel tree was like ten thousand catties of crystal iron, and the four holy women who pulled it sweated through the battle armor in the blink of an eye. Gu Xin shouted first. "Oh, Dead Saint, eat crystal iron, it's so heavy, hurry up and take a hand, don't drop Bian Le's sweetheart."

Whoosh, whoosh, ten crystal cords flew before the tree was pulled up smoothly. More than a dozen saintesses flew into the teleportation array with frowning eyebrows. The spatial light gate trembled slightly, and it hummed and closed several times before closing.

Bang, bang, bang, there were countless crisp cracking sounds in the air. The transparent light that even the thin flesh eyes could not see clearly, at the moment when the light door was closed, it bounced open in response to the sound, and retracted in the air little by little, first the ripple curve, slowly gathered into small transparent light beads, and the more they gathered, the larger and larger they became.

Pap, pap, pap, countless bean-sized transparent light beads bounced back to the roots of the betel tree. The canopy of the Penang tree, a hundred feet away, hummed, buzzed, trembled. A green shadow flashed. The canopy of the penang tree miraculously flies back to the roots of the penang tree. The transparent light beads are squeezed out of the seams, and the crystal light shines, and the color of the transparent light beads becomes darker and darker, and after a few inhalations, a layer of gray-red fluff grows from the seams.

"Dead saintess, don't die well, cut off my thousand-year-old aura, die." The leaves of the betel tree, hula and swaying, each leaf seemed to moan and howl in the bitter cold wind, insulting the saint who had just disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, the light gate flashed, and a gray-red shadow flew out of the light gate first. Then he pulled out more than a dozen saints with their heads scattered and their faces stunned. "Bounced, pulled".

More than a dozen saintesses woke up like a dream in an exclamation, holding the crystal rope in their hands, gritting their teeth and pulling in reverse. Bursts of smoke were grinding out of the air, and the gray red tree bounced back and forth several times and stopped in the air. The phoenix eyes of more than a dozen saints have become thin and long, the tips of the eyes are slightly tall, sparks burst out of the black pupils, and a layer of clouds and mist covers the eyes, and tears flow out like smoke.

"Dead Nizi, your little mistress is made of pimps, bouncing around." Gu Xin's eyes were almost gone, and he shouted angrily with his tender hands with red marks.

"Shut up, just what you call Huan, let you carry it on your back for a while." Bian Le squinted half of his eyes, covered his hands and blew, his snow-white palms burning and painful.

A group of saints frantically hugged out of the light gate, and when they saw that more than a dozen people were fine, they gently patted their chests a few times. Just now, in the thousand-mile teleportation array, a gust of wind roared, causing a violent vibration in the space, and the wind and rain used several holy weapons one after another to stabilize the spatial fluctuations. More than a dozen disciples pulling the broken wood of the betel tree passed through the space like a wind ball.

Seeing that the disciples were safe and sound, Yueyu took a deep breath. Why is this half of betel wood so weird? Yueyu wiped the fine sweat on her forehead, her heart beat hard, and her eyes stared at Bingmu coldly like a demon. Back and forth, looking up and down for a long time, I didn't find anything strange.

Yueyu didn't dare to enter the Thousand Miles Teleportation Array anymore and put away the teleportation spar. took out the crystal shaft to distinguish the direction, and flew away with the disciples.

The betel wood was much lighter, and the four saints easily pulled in the air.

Mo Xie drooped his head, there was no sign of sobriety, his red and simple face, revealing a delicate and tranquil appearance, staring at a jade-like smile, as if he was snoring, and he had a beautiful and moving dream.

In the depths of the Moxiedan Sea, the thin hazy true qi is like the wind blowing, rolling the whirlpool, beating the legend, floating and swinging. The churning mist stirred the calm Danhai, rolling layers of slow rolling waves.

In the mist, a long yellow heart-shaped seed swayed on the Danhai ripples, and a small face was heavy. A trace of transparent light as thin as fluff floated into the slightly open mouth of the little face. Every ray of transparent light enters, and the face flushes a little, although it is only a small change, the face seems to carry ten or a hundred years of changes.

Mo Xie sucked lightly on the skin that was connected with the betel wood, very slowly, but he sucked thousands of transparent liquids into the Danhai, and with each inhalation, the gray-red bark of the betel wood was a little deeper, and the fine fluff secretly fell into the air in the slight breeze. The betel wood is slowly drying up, and the fine click is endless. Tiny cracks slowly open up from the skin of the betel wood. It's like a piece of wood, withered over a thousand years.

The true qi in the Mo Ye Dan Sea was as soft as water waves, gently caressing the cheeks of Huang Zhong and translucent powder, slightly like a baby's snort, blowing the true qi on the Danhai Sea and wriggling. A faint smile hung on the delicate face, and the eyelashes were accompanied by soft droplets, which were cool and moistened the bottom of the heart. With a sharp inhalation, a ray of transparent light swallowed into the small mouth, and a dense fog with a slight chill fell on the long heart-shaped delicate figure that was bright and tender.

White and clean face, soft and delicate skin. The pointed chin slowly transformed, a piece of jade was clear and ice-clear, delicate as warm jade, and the neck and shin were as delicate as soft light. Under the slender eyelashes, the eyes blinked like stars, the lips were thin, and the corners of the mouth were slightly curved upward, showing a little sad smile. "Hey, if I stop sucking for a dozen more, I will be able to absorb all the 100,000-year cultivation crystal liquid."

The true qi of the Danhai Sea is surging long, hazy and ethereal, and the emerald green leaves are shyly lying between the sparkling water shadows, wet, slippery and greasy reflecting a vague figure.

The smooth and fair face reveals the angularity of cold handsomeness. The dark and deep eyes glow with a seductive light. The thick eyebrows were raised slightly, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and a soft and warm smile as light as water was condensed on the side of the mouth. "Friends of Desire, the transaction between you and me has begun, and I don't know when, I will hand over the 'Spirit Sucking Formula'."

The delicate and beautiful face on the long yellow heart-shaped seed showed a little smile. "Mo Evil Holy Friend, you are too greedy, as soon as the transaction began, you wanted to get the 'Spirit Absorbing Technique', so it was a little early."

Mo Xie was in a shadow, and there was a big laugh. "Desire Holy Friend is straightforward and fast-talking, if the Holy Friend absorbs the 100,000-year cultivation crystal liquid and does not hand over the 'Spirit Absorbing Formula', none of us will be able to save face."

"Mo Shengyou is not greedy, go straight, you can rest assured, there will be Lao Shengyou to send me to Zhicheng, where is the place where I want to go." Qingli's face became dignified and quiet, staring at a pure, tender bud-like smile, winking at Mo Xie. (To be continued......)