Mo Xie snorted coldly, grabbed it in the air, and held a fog shadow in his hand, and with a roar, it turned into a fog shadow long sword, slashing through the mist stream and slashing towards the ice crystal sword shadow,

The fog shadow sword flew over the rainbow shadow, and the icy sword shadow cut obliquely in the sky, the crisp sound shook up layers of ice waves, thousands of zhang of fog were clear, and a lonely boat withdrew dozens of zhang against the water. The side of the boat almost sank into the water.

The sound of exclamation turned out from the wave-swinging boat, the flute was half-broken, and with the rapid, majestic, and passionate rhyme of the sound instantly broke the gentle and deep rhyme, pulled it high, and sounded the grand sound of killing the world and the earth, and instantly thousands of tides surged, and thousands of scales subdued the river, and thousands of waves turned into mist, and swarmed in.

The Mo Evil Mist Shadow Long Sword turned into a rainbow arc, slashing towards the ten thousand blades of the wild waves, and grabbed it with his right hand in the air, as if he had pulled out another fog sword from the airspace, and slashed straight through the wild waves in front of him, and a cracking sound resounded in the sky, shattering thunder bursts, broken waves, and flying down from the sky like an ice storm in the foggy sea and river basin.

The long sword that swept through the fog shadow broke through the stormy waves, and the sword qi was not dull, and it slashed through a transparent light. The fog shadow sword slashed vertically, and a sword slashed towards the small boat in the heart of the river, silently passing through the canopy.

The sound of the flute then became choppy, as thin as a gossamer. Thousands of tides and waves fall, the fog is bright and the wind is clear, and the river is calm and quiet. The sound of the flute is like a broken sound, like the autumn rain, sad and sad, piercing and terrifying, and then it is closed, and the song is silent.

"The Holy Friend is indeed a wizard of the Holy Realm, and he has stirred up the 'Three Realms Desolate Domain' by himself, and his little 'Condensation Technique' has also been cultivated so strongly." In the half-split boat, there was a sound of flying, as if the sound had just stirred the heart.

Mo Ye flicked the Fog Shadow Long Sword and turned into two wisps of clear qi. The "Wind Shadow Condensation Technique" is a sixth-order cultivation technique, Mo Ye condensed this technique in the "War Shadow Crystal Platform", and was not optimistic about this technique, volleying condensation, condensing at will, grasping fog as a sword, and grasping water as a blade. Grasp the wood for the master, grasp the stone for the hammer. The knot technique is extremely fast, and it is the art of condensation.

You don't need a spell, you can move with your thoughts, and the power of your attack complements the Sage realm. Cultivating various spells and blessings, between self-condensation techniques. Mo Xie Chu didn't expect to be so sharp when he used this technique, and he even broke through the saint's several spells.

"Holy friend, Mo took advantage of the road to the river basin, and asked the holy friend to get out of the way of the river road, so as to avoid unprovoked fighting." Mo Xie bowed deeply and walked in the fog. No longer pay attention to the lonely boat in the river basin.

Mo Xie knew the things in the wasteland, and the strong were respected, blindly showing goodwill, and using things to level the country, but the war was endless, and the wolf smoke was everywhere. Only by killing and defeating the sage can the war be quelled.

The fog shadows of thousands of peaks rushed in and disappeared in wisps and overlaps. Mo Evil Qingying stepped on the fog and escaped, gradually condensing into the fog shadow.

The clear water was gurgling, and a white-clothed saint stood on the half-broken wrecked boat. Squinting at the surging fog waves, gently shaking the long hair dancing in the wind. Raised his hand to look at the jade flute that was cut in half, and sighed.

A sword cut off the "Jade Flute" without cutting off its holy body, Mo Shengyou has already been righteous. The white-clothed saint still had the face to block his way, and a crystal light flew into the airspace and disappeared into the fog shadow.

In the clouds. The river color is empty, illusory and ethereal, the clouds are continuous, the fog is long, the river is full of condensation, such as the jade liquid, flowing out of the fog shadow and mist, the condensing mountains and valleys, a clear and clear, superimposed with the blue sky, the dawn fog, the floating clouds.

Mo Xie escaped for hundreds of miles, like the boundless river basin did not escape to the edge, but because of the deeper and deeper, the trickling stream, like a net-like ridge cut a strip of green shadow, rowing rocks, rushing away the barren beach, the sound of Zheng Zheng Tu, resounding through the mountains and forests to the distance.

From time to time, a blue and white mountain is surrounded by a staggered water network, like a hundred streams flowing down from the mountain. Between the water nets, an old saint who bowed his back held a handful of water seedlings, twisted one and gently pressed it into the water.

The old saint bowed all the time, twisted out more than one sapling, and bent his waist more than once. Covered with deep wrinkles, the hand dripping with cement slowly lifted the afterimage, the back of the hand gently wiped the dripping sweat on the forehead, the two small eyes were a little cloudy, and looked at the stunned Mo Ye in the airspace.

The swarthy cracked face nodded and smiled at Mo Ye. The palm of a hand the size of a small thin fan was dripping with muddy water, waving at Mo Ye.

Mo Xie condensed in the airspace, his dark eyes flashed with green light, and in the paddy field where the old saint had inserted, the green water seedlings condensed into a word "stop".

Mo Ye, who wanted to escape, had to obediently stop in the airspace. The old saint condensed his qi at the fifth order, behaved strangely, and seemed to have a kind and kind face, why beckoned, the water seedlings condensed into the word "stop". It seems that the smile of kindness is condensed with wisps of murderous intent.

The Fifth Order of Condensation Qi Mo Xie had palpitations in his heart, and he wanted to kill this domain, but he didn't know how powerful the old saint was, so he didn't dare to approach lightly. Keeping the spell defense distance, staring coldly at the old saint's every move.

Seeing that Mo Xie was not moving, the old saint twisted a water seedling, and bowed all the way, and a green word "kill" condensed from the watery field.

A chill swept through the airspace, and cold thoughts swept through the air. The thousands of feet of airspace in front of Mo Xie opened up a clear one. Like a green light, it cut through the white silk and tore to the sides.

The four domains seemed to be darkened, and a clear path of light was formed between Mo Xie and the old saint.

The old saint flattened the crumpled holy clothes, his thin fingers seemed to be unable to bend it, twisted the water seedling and shook it gently, the tip of the seedling shook out three points of light, sucked through the clear light path, and shot in front of Mo Xie. The speed of rapid advance is several times faster than the airspace firing spell, and it is completely a second-kill technique.

Mo Xie grabbed it in the air, his eyes burst out, and he couldn't help but curse the flute saint in his heart. Mo Xie actually grabbed the air, and the clear light path squeezed out the fog in the airspace a few feet away, and the claw shadow of Gou Gou grabbed it in the air a few times, and the drops of cold sweat became foggy.

A muffled drum sound, three dots hit the black battle armor, Mo Ye's face trembled, and he didn't take half a step back in the airspace. The "Void Fixing Technique" firmly fixed Mo Xie in the airspace.

Knock, knock, knock! The forbidden slave was unexpectedly excluded from the light path by the bright light path, and he was grinning at the sharpened red-haired stone chain crystal hammer, smashing the light path wall hard. "Master, you hold on, and with a hundred more blows, I'll be able to smash it open."

Knock knock knock. Not to mention a hundred, the forbidden slave smashed more than a thousand times with a hammer, and there was only a water ring in the light path, without the slightest hint of ruin.

Mo Xie frowned slightly, staring at the old sage in the paddy field, what a ghostly technique, a good speed of breaking the technique. Although Mo Ye did not move in the condensing airspace, it was not that the old saint's magic was not strong, but after entering the condensation realm, the black battle armor seemed to have improved its defensive power, and the power of the magic was light.

The old saint twisted the water seedlings and seemed to be stunned, the "three-eyed light" is the old saint's famous spell, the spell is condensed in the fourth order of condensation, and the combat power is very amazing, guarding the wasteland for tens of thousands of years, experiencing dozens of changes in the "wasteland wind direction", and killing dozens of planters and insects of the same level.

No matter how the Three Realms Wasteland changes, once the Wasteland Planters and Worms move into this Domain, they will be so frightened that they will flee from it, and they would rather go to the Exotic Land to kill their heads and blood, and break their arms and legs than go to the "Three Realms Waters" to sway. That's not a shake, it's a fate!

It ruined the elegance of Miao Lao Shengshi's farming, and missed the harvest time. The old saint peels the skin and cramps lightly, and refining the soul alive is not as good as death.

Miao Lao Sage was so shocked that he took off the broken straw hat on his head, as if because it blocked his vision, the first snow hair like a harsh winter was scattered, like the first frost of autumn, the silver hair was half-covered and half-hidden, looming to block the wrinkles on his face, and a flame flashed from his forehead.

Old Sage Miao subconsciously put on a straw hat again, took off a dusty gown on his shoulder, and gently wiped his hands. The thin breasts that were black and shiny shone like a layer of black oil.

Skimming his eyes at Mo Ye, he bowed and rolled his trouser legs absent-mindedly, all the way to his waist, and the paddy fields were full of green seedlings, which condensed into a dragon flying and phoenix dancing in the blink of an eye.

Mo Ye's eyes froze, knowing that the mute old saint was going to make a killing move. A purple flame peak shadow condensed from the center of his eyebrows, revealing purple aura, and the airspace was full of purple light. The purple qi turned into a green dragon and pounced on Mo Ye, so frightened that Mo Ye tilted his head back, and the green dragon sucked behind him, dancing with a dragon-shaped fire shadow.

The old saint Miao twisted the water seedlings, and just wanted to shake out the "three-eyed light". His eyes lit up, his squinting eyelids widened suddenly, a little divine light flickered in the dark gray pupils, he gently took off his straw hat, a fire shadow flashed between his foreheads, and his face was ruthlessly blackened by the flowing water, and the deep wrinkles of the Tao were shining with fire.

Mo Xie patted the holy bag and took out a crystal waist card, and with a light press, the crystal card was purple and moved over casually. A mountain-shaped Hokage and rows of small golden characters appeared on the crystal plate.

Young Master of Ethereal Peak: Mo Xie

Realm: The first order of condensation

Record: 308,962

The crystal light flashed, and the crystal card flew between the black fingers of the old saint Miao.

The old sage Miao swept his eyes anxiously, and knelt in the paddy field, and the water waves instantly lost his neck.

The old saint Miao lowered his head and kowtowed six times in a row in the water, and the black waves surged, bursting with countless black bubbles, bursting with black flowers, and the bursting bubbles came from the bursting water. "The Ethereal Peak passed on the merit so that Miao Meng has seen the young master."

The black water surged, and a pair of pure black-striped hands stretched out from the rolling black mud, holding a crystal card.

Mo Xie tapped, and the crystal card fell into his palm, and his gaze swept over.

Ethereal Peak Messenger: Miao League

Inheritance Patriarch: Zhongxian

Realm: Fourth Order of Condensation

Record: Ninety-one thousand one hundred fifty-seven

Mo Ye nodded. "Miao Chuangong envoy, please get up".

Miao Meng stood up from the black water field, with a ball of black mud sticking to his forehead, and his face was covered with mud, and he didn't bother to wipe it, and his mouth was grinning. Poof! The voice was sad and choked: "Poof, young master, poof! I can count...... Poof, I've found you."

Before he finished speaking, he choked up and cried, and his voice was so sad that his heart and gall were broken, and his soft intestines were broken, and the black tears were like two small springs, which continued to drip downward, and the green seedlings in the pond were crying.

Mo Ye listened to Miao Meng's sharp and hoarse cry, his heart-tearing heart ached, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. Covering his nose and sobbing twice, tears falling in a flutter, crying so bitterly. (To be continued......)