Duan Zhen covered his mouth, and he didn't block his teeth and fought one by one, crooked his mouth and couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

In the empty bell domain, in front of the broken "Dome Mirror", there are six figures, the black light of the Tao is tied to the fat and thin holy body, although the face is flat, but the eyes have lost their divine light in a chaotic way, staring at the black hole sluggishly, as if they have lost their minds, lost their souls, and are lost in dreams.

The Mo Evil God recognized the six figures, two saints, four insects, and planters. Mo Xie gradually became confused in his heart, and they all said that the three clans of the wasteland are not separated, fighting and killing for tens of millions of years, how can the six cultivators get together so harmoniously, looking at their faces, there is no anger at all, except for the two insects with hideous faces and a few surprised looks, the other four have good faces, no waves, as if they are sleeping in a dream.

Duan Zhen's frightened mind cleared up.

Incarnation-level cultivators all practice a secret technique called "Lock Recognition Technique". Because the divine consciousness of incarnation-level cultivators is different, it may not be that those with strong divine consciousness must cultivate the incarnation realm. In the battle with the Soul Clan, the Incarnate Realm Saint with weak divine sense must be the primary target of the Soul Clan. In order to ensure the safety of the incarnation realm saints with weak divine sense, the saint clan has developed the secret - "lock knowledge".

When the "Lock Recognition Technique" is attacked, it can instantly lock the Domain of Knowledge, as if it has covered the Domain of Consciousness with a layer of light that cannot be broken by a hundred blows. The soul realm is not enough, and it is impossible to break the "lock recognition technique" at all.

The soul is invisible and shadowless, only hurts the divine consciousness and does not hurt the holy body, the cultivator can rest assured that the body is placed in the melee of the ten thousand armies, as long as there is no saint who looks at you unpleasantly, blasts the holy body, and stands in the soul domain, you don't have to worry about it for thousands of years. Just wait for the Holy Clan, the Plant Clan, and the Zerg to come and take back the living body.

The "Lock Recognition Technique" is not a perfect secret technique, sealing the Awareness Domain is fast, and it is difficult to unlock the Awareness Domain, without the Great Sage who is higher than the first order of the Sage and the Divine Consciousness of the Divine Consciousness far beyond the Holy One, it is impossible to unseal it at all.

Zou You, Liao He, and the other six great cultivators instantly used this secret technique to seal the domain of consciousness when the powerful soul sense attacked. Of course, Duan Zhen knew about this secret technique, but it was nothing else that shocked him. What was shocking was that the soul soldiers in the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb" were so strong that they forced the six incarnation-level divine consciousness powerhouses to lock the domain of consciousness in one go. It is no wonder that in the hundred-year wasteland rebellion, the six old immortals did not show up to stop the war. There were no Holy City envoys to come to the "Wasteland", and it turned out that the six old immortals were caught off guard by the soul soldiers.

Duan Zhen is even more shocking than that. This Mo Evil Young Master beside him, how strong his divine sense is, he actually defeated the soul soldier who could not be suppressed by the incarnation-level great sage in one fell swoop. Almost in a few moments, it pacified the hundred-year chaos in the wasteland and suppressed the source of the soul soldiers.

Mo Xie glanced at the six incarnation-level great sages, and didn't bother to pay attention to them. God recognizes the empty "soul bell".

I saw that the "Soul Bell" domain was flashing with strange patterns, and the mist of the clear book seemed to be shadowy and without a trace, fluttering and sprinkling clear waves, shaking out countless ghostly runes. The mist of the runes was lightly scattered, and all kinds of wonderful scenes were happily displayed in front of them, and the clear clouds were like pairs of white butterflies, falling around the strange-faced ghost head shield.

In the blink of an eye, the clear mist rolled away, and a runic black mountain revealed the tip of the blue and purple mountain, which was hidden and fell on the strange-faced ghost-headed shield. The ghost head shield seems to be waiting for the holy artifact to seal the black hole under the shield. Seeing the rune mountain peak pressing, it disappeared into the empty space in a flash and fell into Mo Ye's hands.

Suddenly, a ghostly buzz sounded, and the "Soul Bell" domain shook slightly. Mo Xie and Duan Zhen's divine senses flickered. Ejected Clock Domain. Standing in the layers of smoke and black mountains, fluttering and towering in the clouds, staring in amazement at the "Soul Bell" that flashed with runes.

The dilapidated body of the temple disappeared, and the clouds shrouded the air. The illusory and ethereal huge bell body, the ten thousand convex runes lit up, and the fire flashed like a ghost's eyes. In the blue sky of ink, the water is clean, and the clean rune light is sucked in, and the sky of tens of thousands of miles of ink is like a sparkling starlight, sprinkling countless broken jade flowers.

The "Soul Bell" gently swayed in small waves, and the Forbidden Slave and the "Thunder Shadow Dragon Pattern Dagger" were kicked out of the Bell Domain, followed by the six figures being ejected, gently floating in the airspace.

The "Soul Bell" seemed to be condensed and quietly condensed. It gradually shrank into a small bell body, shrunk to the black peak shadow, tightly sealed the black cave domain, and put a dazzling golden glow of faint runes.

A still water-like glow was ejected into the airspace, and the silver moonlight silently sprinkled with speckled shadows. Flashing in the misty airspace, it shone with a fairyland-like glow. Clusters and pieces of cloud-like dreams, trembling silky light, faint, bright, white and flawless, a little wet.

Mo Ye's eyes jumped from the shrunken "Soul Bell" to the sparkling and huge moon shadow, like a bright moon falling in the sky, floating on the black Tong Mountain. The moonlight is light, and there is no bright brilliance, which can only reflect the airspace a few feet closer.

Mo Ye's eyes widened unlimitedly, his heart burst into ecstasy, and he blinked excitedly, and his eyes flashed with star flowers, like the brilliance of the moon, splashing with a little crystal flower.

Hundreds of years of travel in the planting and wasteland have finally seen the end of the road. Mo Ye couldn't calm the excitement in his heart, looking at the beautiful brilliance, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, his mouth trembled, and his eyes gradually blurred.

"It's over, boss, the master cried when he saw the big house turn into a small house, and I was also very sad, the house crushed all the soul food." Wow! The forbidden slave grinned and cried, his voice went from low to high, and gradually roared, his face turned pale and transparent, and his head was covered with beads of sweat, and he slammed into the airspace with a red-haired stone chain crystal hammer.

Duan Zhen's dark face seemed to be waxed, his shriveled lips turned white, his gray beard trembled, his whole body trembled, and his eyes sunken in their sockets shone with an unsuspecting light. As if frozen, he fled towards the six figures, moved the six figures together, took out two crystal ropes, and tied their necks, hands, and feet.

The sparkling light of the space flashed, and a huge disc appeared in the airspace. Duan Zhen bowed deeply to Mo Ye, who was contemplating. "Young Master Mo, Duan Zhen wants to take the six elders back to the Holy Soul City to resume his life, please leave the wasteland as soon as possible, I am afraid that the teleportation array will be closed soon. The wasteland will be sealed for a hundred years."

Mo Xie Mu nodded, Duan Zhen stared at Mo Ye with affectionate eyes, picked up the six figures, and escaped into the disc. The crystal light flashed, and the disc escaped into the moonlight.

Mo Xie stood quietly in the blue ink airspace, took out the crystal letter, pressed it on the center of his eyebrows, and gently flicked into the airspace. Looking back, immersed in the dim sky, there are thousands of black rock walls, craggy and strange rocks, and thousands of shapes. The mountain rock is scarred, the dangerous peaks are standing, although it sleeps in the black wasteland, but it can no longer hide a touch of green rendering, everywhere verdant and condensed with a magnificent atmosphere, lined with steep stone walls.

An inexplicable smile stared at the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, retracting his sad eyes. "Thunder Shadow and Snow Nu go, go back to the Sanctuary".

The clear light flashed, and Mo Xie Feng stepped into the moonlight and light, and a gust of wind roared, and Mo Ye breathed in a trance.

The drizzle is like silk, like fog, like smoke, like tide. Cool from the fingertips straight into the heart and spleen, itchy, refreshing, comfortable feeling, sandwiched with the wisps of spring breeze. Thin, dense, gray swept by, obscuring the distant mountains and trees, hazy, immersed in a mist.

A few cold raindrops condensed on Mo Ye's face, slipped down to his chin, and gathered to the tip of his nose. Mo Ye half-squinted his eyelids, and his mind was like fog and not fog, like lines and not lines, like a tangible and invisible hazy drizzle, like silk floating in the airspace, soft and slippery.

It's rain, not fog, it's morning rain, it's not fog. Mo Ye's heart was splashing with excitement in the cold raindrops. It's been hundreds of years. In the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb", in the "Three Realms Desolate Domain", I have never felt the raindrops with the slightest aura, this rain is so close, so quiet, so full of joy and passion.

Mo Xie slowly closed his eyes, tilted his head, let the rustling drizzle, drenched his dehydrated cheeks, greedily sucked the sweetness, and felt the tenderness he had not seen for a long time.

Then, Mo Xie frowned slightly, and little by little it gathered into a small lump of flesh, squeezing the drizzle spread on his forehead, converging into three water droplets, flowing across the bridge of his nose.

Several golden rays of light flew away, and several sucked down thousands of feet away, like petals scattered in the drizzle, in the drizzle of rain and mist, such as flower dew, such as flower needles, such as the soft fragrance of flowers Xu Xu opened.

Wet, sweet and greasy, like soaked in rain, the sound of condensing flowers sounded. "He Sheng, dare to trespass on the forbidden land of the Holy Clan."

Mo Xie stood in the rain-mist-filled sky, and the raindrops were strung together into a large bead curtain, enveloping the figure in front of him like smoke and clouds. It seems to be dazed by the rain, and he stands a little stupid. Blinked a few times, staring at the drizzling rain shadow. I was stunned. With a smile, he bowed deeply to the slender holy shadow in the distance. "A few holy friends, I just returned from the wasteland, I don't know that this is a forbidden place, please forgive me, Mo will leave."

Mo Xie is trying to escape.

"Wait, where does the Holy Friend come from?" came a cry of astonishment from the ten thousand silver threads. The shrill voice was an octave high in the rain curtain, startling the clouds, and the rain was like a thin wing silk curtain, as if the thread was broken. Several beautiful pupils of surprise condensed on Mo Ye's face through the clear rain.

Whoosh! The six figures formed six-sided corners, besieging Mo Xie in the center. The crystal light of the palm of his hand flashed, and he pulled away the jade-colored crystal shaft, and glanced at the shadow between the shafts in a panic.

Hmm! released six flower shadow light shields, followed by the six flower shadow jade swords flying into the sky and slashing down, the sword shadow was like a veil, silently cutting out a white rain line in the drizzle, and slashing through the rain curtain towards Mo Xie's eyebrows.

The corners of Mo Ye's eyes twitched, so unreasonable to cultivate the Holy Maiden, without waiting for registration, she made such a killer, looking at the flying sword shadow, with an angry and murderous aura, it seemed that the resentment that had been condensed for a hundred years was gathered on the sword qi. The technique of condensing the sword is not very powerful, and the resentment and murderous aura are heavy. was so shocked that Mo Ye had to carefully perceive the six flower-like faces in the drizzle. (To be continued......)