The sky is slightly white, drenched in misty rain, and the mountains are as black as iron, solemn and solemn. The sky sunk in the black curtain gradually appeared gray and white, and the mountain peaks were dark green. Lush forests and bamboos, lush trees are in full view, obliquely intertwined, and branches are connected.

The mist that had been drenched all night rose with the morning light, and the milky white gauze and the filamentous rain reflected the heavy mountain shadows, leaving only a blue-black haze. There were still seven figures in the airspace.

A burly saint, dressed in copper-colored tiger head armor, with a tall shoulder guard, bare fleshy thick arms, and bulging flesh tendons holding a strange-shaped "ghost horn blade". The square face of the Chinese character is gloomy and murderous, and the tall thick eyebrows and sword eyes are like a black blade about to be cut off.

Behind him stood six slender beautiful women. All of them are delicate and vulgar, with a snow-white melon seed face, crooked eyebrows, and spicy eyes. Thin lips, clever and delicate, skin light than snow, as quiet as clear water, a tender yellow breastplate slightly tight posture, convex and concave in the wind and rain in the light chrysanthemum.

The seven fierce warriors and goddesses can really survive! The sky is bright, standing in the misty rain and mist, and there is no intention of leaving.

"Damn, where are the ten thousand saints"? Between the ancient trees in the bamboo forest, a bare rock floating in the mist became more and more black and wet in the endless drizzle, like the face of a saint dripping with raindrops.

Mo Xie sat in the stone, depressed in his heart, thinking that he was being chased and killed by ten thousand saints, damn, why is it dawn, or these seven saints, those ten thousand saints. The more Mo Xie thought about it, the more painful his heart became, and his face turned black with anger. Obviously fooled, and was fooled not lightly, last night scared Mo Ye, the first-order great saint of the Qi Condensation, fled to this mountain forest, he was really desperate, so he had to escape into the stone, and he could hide for a while, count for a while.

Mo Xie is so angry! Don't be angry with others, be angry with yourself. The first order of condensation qi experienced the bloody battle of the plant domain and the wasteland domain, how could it make the seven sages scared like this last night. I just wanted to escape out of the stone domain and vent last night's fire.

The sky was dyed red by the glow of the sun, and gradually turned bronze. A door of light tore through the rain curtain. In a flash, several Qi Condensing Sixth-Order Great Sages escaped, and the three Great Sages were dressed in solitary cloud suits, like green clouds flowing in the rain and mist, stretching out in a dashing battle posture. The two great saints are dressed in floating cloud clothes, like red-hot fire clouds, lined with a white and greasy background, and Yingying is delicate and full of rain and fog style.

And out of it. There was also an arrogant saint, dressed in golden and bronze armor, drenched in a drop of rain, and glowed with a dazzling bronze light. Wu Ling's eyes were shrouded in bloodthirsty coldness, and the ice eyes like a demon god had descended into the world seemed to penetrate the sacred heart lightly.

The proud saint was the last to escape from the rain region. The seven saints lowered their heads in surprise when they saw the arrogant saint, a layer of fine beads condensed on their cheeks, and they hurriedly bowed deeply. "I've seen the young master".

The arrogant young master's ice eyes were cold, and his voice like broken ice rang out. "Blind a few of you dogs. And I don't see a few holy envoys."

The seven saints were busy kneeling and worshipping the airspace. "The disciples of the Yi family have seen the holy envoy."

The five holy envoys ignored the seven Yi family disciples, and their expressions were silently a little resentful. The arrogant young master asked coldly, "Can the lewd saint be caught?"

The sage priest who knelt in the airspace and said in a low voice: "Young master, the lewd saint is missing here, and I will wait here for the night." Because he did not dare to hurt the holy relics, he did not dare to attack."

"The lewd saint really came from the wasteland?" The arrogant saint furrowed his dark brows.

"Yes, young master, please see, it is Yicheng who is rewarding the prostitution saint." The saint hurriedly took out the crystal shaft from the holy bag and presented it to the young master.

The arrogant young master pursed his eyes and looked at the five holy envoys. "Five holy envoys see how".

A lonely cloud-clad saint staring at the strange rocks and strange pines vigorously across the rain and fog retracted his gaze. And he fled. Why not. I'll wait for that time to take care of this business, go, go back and repair the teleportation array."

The light gate tore through the rain and fog again. The five holy envoys stepped in angrily, and the arrogant young master had a gloomy face, and said fiercely: "Waste, after guarding for a hundred years, a saint escaped from it, and let you run away, why don't you go back and guard the 'forbidden land' quickly."

The arrogant young master disappeared with the light gate, and the seven sages stood up sweaty, and their divine sense glanced at the misty peaks, and hurriedly fled.

The bamboo waves groaned, the sand sound of the rain and mist trembled, and the ancient trees swayed, dripping with blue dew softly. The shadows of the peaks are covered with green and colorful. Only an ink-colored stone was silent, and Mo Ye slowly let go of his divine sense, sending seven figures hundreds of miles away. I don't understand why there is a crystal map that fell to the Yi family and became a prostitute saint who was shouted and beaten by the holy saint.

The seven figures had already disappeared thousands of miles away, and Mo Xie still didn't dare to escape from the inky black and wet stones, he couldn't figure it out! The rain stopped, and the morning dew and the sunset alternated for many days. Qinghui once again reflected on the top of the firmament, brilliant as splendor, a strong mountain wind blew away the clouds and smoke, and the blue was instantly reflected between the peaks and ravines.

At the top of this cliff peak, the bottom of the deep valley is not visible, and the valley is wonderful and beautiful, and the flowing spring is murmuring. The mountainside is covered with white clouds, a gentle mist flies around, and the verdant green trees on the distant peaks and near the ridges add a bit of beauty.

A lonely figure stood on the deep rock wall hidden by the leaves of the dense bushes, staring at the vast sky. The Holy Domain is back, why is it so strange, nameless loneliness crept into his heart, causing Mo Xie to wander in this domain for more than ten days. I don't know whether to look for the Holy City, return to the interior of the Holy Clan, look for Chengying, or stop and watch the clouds rise and fall.

Just entered the Holy Domain, encountering such an incident made Mo Ye a little hesitant. Whether one step will usher in calm or bloody rain, this kind of inexplicable horror made Mo Ye stop. Pastoral dreams gradually appeared in his heart, and even the state of mind in his heart that he was attached to the Holy Land and the Holy Gate to live a stable life as a saint, thinking of Miao Meng's gaze and ethereal hatred, Mo Xie couldn't help but shudder.

In a flash, he landed on the side of the babbling stream that roared like a crack in the ground between the rocks, and crouched down to pick up the bubbling spring water, moistening his face with horror. Raised his head and let out a long breath, with a deep and solemn gaze, sending a long white cloud, until he saw the sour and astringent in his eyes.

Slowly lowered his head, patted the holy bag, took out the skin of a book, gently attached it to his face, squatted down, and looked at the old face at the splashing stream. Sigh, no way, the phantom can't use the "transfiguration technique", not to mention the "illusion technique", get a worm limb corolla on the head, I'm afraid it's more lethal than the lewd saint crystal painting.

The blue light flashed, Mo Xie Xu's figure gradually became solid, his black eyes skimmed into the sky, and slowly sat down on the stone rock by the stream, grabbed the oval pebble with his hand, stretched out his fingers without sharp nails, and cut the stone foam, after a few fingers, the pebble turned into a thick stone staff. Half-squinting the old eyes, he adjusted the shape of the staff, and put it on the stone rock beside him and grinded it hard.

Several streams of crystal light escaped from the far sky, and after a few breaths, the three sages stopped and fled above the stream. He looked at Mo Ye in a daze. The fifth-order saintess of the training line at the head smiled slightly, with a devilish figure, shaking the big waves and fluttering long hair, she took a step forward with her slender white thighs, and saluted Mo Ye in a charming manner.

The sweet pear-like honey sound swirls across the babbling stream. "Old saint, this is the way to Tuocheng."

Mo Ye looked at the saintess with a superb figure, and said angrily in his heart: "What else do I want to ask you?"

"The old saint is deaf," said the bright saint to herself, blinking her dark eyes.

Mo Xie sharpened the stone staff twice, glanced at the holy woman, and scolded in his heart: "You are blind."

"Okay, junior sister, the old saint must be deaf, dumb, and blind, and can realize that we are in a hurry, and he can't speak, you see the stone staff he sharpened, bent like his mouth, let's go! Don't waste your tongue, you can't go wrong according to the crystal map." Behind the beautiful girl, the Qingjia slanted mouth saint, and the words were neat, and after a few words, Mo Ye was so angry that he was half dead.

The slanted mouth of the saint in the air with white eyes sharpened the stone staff fiercely. I cursed in my heart. "Damn, what you want is to bend and cut your mouth."

The three saints glanced at the silent old saint on the stone rock by the stream, and they all insulted like this, and the old saint didn't say a word, it seemed that nine times out of ten he had guessed right.

"Senior brother and sister, let's go! You two broken mouths, there are not many troubles along the way!" Standing behind the slanted mouth saint priest, a first-order saint girl of condensing qi fell angrily.

"Senior sister, the vast saint Lu is so lonely, if you don't grind your mouth and fight, you can't suffocate to death! This old saint is the only saint I have seen within 100,000 miles, and nine times out of ten he is transformed by spiritual things, he can't speak holy words, how can he speak." The beautiful little junior sister giggled and laughed while talking, and threw a wink at the senior brother next to her.

"What! It's me again, junior sister, my mouth hasn't eased yet?" exclaimed the skewed sage, crooked his mouth.

"Senior brother's robbery, of course, is done by the saint, you can't let me and my senior sister do it, he is a first-order great saint of condensation, and you are still afraid of him in the second-order of condensation." The beautiful junior sister snorted angrily.

"Okay, senior brother, the little junior sister has no positive type, and you, the senior brother, are not in the right shape, how much anger I have suffered with you along the way." The angry senior sister was angry and counted the two brothers and sisters who were not in shape.

"What's the matter, the Holy Soul City has to respectfully invite the ancestor to come, what's the matter! The senior brother robbed him and let the Holy City and the Yi family pay for it." The beautiful little sister shouted unrelentingly.

The slanted mouth saint's face smiled bitterly, and the smile made the mouth even more oblique, this is a matter of whether her mother's holy city can pay for it or not, and it is she who is unlucky to come back, and she robbed all the way, and the little junior sister is happy. His mouth was crooked by the Great Sage, and he still hasn't come over. "Hey, hey, hey, little sister, isn't it going to be free this time! Look at this old, ugly, deaf, and dumb old saint, except for bones, there is no place of value, let's make the next order!"

The beautiful little junior sister pursed her lips, looking at the poor and sour Mo Ye, hanging a holy bag or a smart bag around her waist, it was nothing good. "Senior brother, that stone staff is always worth a spare!

"Oh, it looks like it's worth a spar, and it's not broken even after bending like that." The slanted mouth brother muttered without a proper shape. (To be continued......)