The stars shone brightly, a dazzling white light flashed, and Mo Xie turned into a rapidly passing meteor, and flashed past the eyes of the two holy priests.

The two saints were shocked, but they didn't expect Mo Ye to be as if he had smeared oil under his feet, and he said that he would disappear if he fled. "Stand ......", "Don't ......". The two saints just wanted to shout and scare. I saw two black rays shoot at a rapid pace, like a sharp sword dividing the twilight into three points. The two of them were in a hurry, and they banged out several spells, and the sky exploded with a dazzling and beautiful aura. The whole mountain forest was silent, the blue sky was like jade, and the scorching wind was like a flame. Only the two holy priests were left to perceive the vast forest sea.

"Senior brother, where did the thief fly." The sword-wielding saint held his hand on the pergola.

"I didn't see it either, I couldn't escape far." The shield-wielding saint let go of his divine sense, and he did not find the shadow of Mo Ye within a hundred miles.

Colorful glow flickered, and dozens of Solid Roots and Cultivators appeared in the airspace. A saint girl gently stroked her black hair, her face was cold, and she looked around at the lush dense forest under her feet with phoenix eyes. "Yihai, you have fought with the Mo thief."

The shield-wielding saint said busily, "It's the Dharma Patrol, this holy thief is in this mountain forest."

The Dharma Patrol Envoy was fascinated by the cold eyes, and listened carefully, only the sound of dense leaves swishing each other in his ears. "Search". The law patrol envoy said coldly.

Dozens of Sages flew into the shadowy shadows of the trees and began to search piece by piece.

At this time, Mo Xie had already escaped a hundred miles away, standing under a large green tree with a towering ancient tree, squinting and glancing into the sky. He laughed dryly. Dodge into the verdant forest.

Jingle bell, jingle bell. A forest of black foliage. The keel of the trunk protrudes, and the thick rhizome snaps into the black soil like a burst of claws. The clear stream trickled and tinkled to the ground. Singing a sound of sound and sound.

The trickling stream, like a line, cut through the rocks, rushed through a large smooth pebble, on the pebble, a wind chime clanged with the wind. Wind chimes are tied with bark twisted into a rope and hung on a black one. Only the bones can be seen on the big toes. Gusts of wind blew and jingled, and the jingling of wind chimes mingled in the distance of the ding-dong stream.

There was nothing on the big pebble except this big black toe and the swaying wind chimes. It seems that the toe grew out of thin air.

Suddenly on the pebbles. An old skin faded into a faint discoloration, and the toothless mouth on the wrinkled face opened open, and I didn't know what Lu Dao was saying. A pair of eyes sunken inward, as if there were tears. Glanced in a certain direction. There was a faint sound. "Fine meat. Eat it all".

Mo Ye is like a rabbit. Walking through waist-thick trees. He stopped abruptly and listened carefully for a while. Frowning, what is the sound? Mo Ye glanced at the stream not far away, the turquoise water was like a pine wave, like a singing harp, and the white water splashed against the smooth pebbles.

Mo Xie smiled faintly, he was a little nervous, how could he listen to the sound of the stream as the sound of wind chimes and talking. Mo Ye's figure flashed in the tree. A wisp of clear smoke flew over the stream.

As soon as the smoke flew over the stream, it seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. Mo Ye fell from the smoke with his teeth and claws, as if someone was pulling his legs and dragging him violently. Mo Ye was so shocked that he didn't even shout. and fell into the stream.

The water splashes, and under the little sun, a large area of clear and turquoise water splashes are stirred, and the pearls splash jade, and the silver waves surge up the high stones. This creek, which seems to be within reach of pebbles, is so deep.

Mo Xie was just about to shout "Ah", the whole person fell into the stream, and after choking on a mouthful of water, he felt two big hands brushing radishes and washing vegetables. A sack-skinned hand, with fine hairlines, slid over the hair, face, armor, and boots, and washed them all as far as they could. Mo Xie wanted to struggle, but he couldn't do anything to let the big hand fiddle, so shocked that he didn't have a chance to shout at all, staring at the big eyes, floating and sinking in the water like wood.

His hair hurt, and one hand tied a knot in Mo Ye's black and shiny hair, pulling it out of the water, and after a gust of wind, Mo Ye felt himself flying in the air. The hair tightened, and there was silence all around, except for the wind chimes swaying in the wind, and the drops of water dripping from their feet onto the pebbles, popping and exploding into a black stain.

"Ahh I don't know how long it took for Mo Xie to reflect in his distraction. Staring at frightened eyes, he let out a lead-filled exclamation. The wood is generally hung on a large tree fork. With two eyes, he looked at the woods around him like a ghost.

I saw that on the branch of a dragon strong bone hung four Spirit Stage and Solid Root Realm Saints. Every priest had his hair tied in a knot and hung on a branch that was not tall. The holy body swayed in the wind, and every saint stared at a pebble with wide eyes, and his eyes were straight and he didn't move as if he was scared to death.

Mo Xie then found that on the pebble not far from him, a black toe hung a golden brass bell. Jingle and sway in the wind.

Mo Ye's face turned green with the sound of wind chimes. It resembles the black and green leaves hanging from the branches of a tree, whirling in the wind. Mo Xie is stupid, what kind of place is this, he is obviously in retreat, how can he hang here, as if the whole process just now is an illusion, and he should have hung here. Mo Xie was blinded, and he couldn't remember how he hung on the branches. The head buzzed, and he was demented, as if he had been beaten with a blow.

Clusters, strings, large and small, scattered streams are shining with thousands of sunshine. The wind chimes moved, and the wind disappeared.

A breath came from behind Mo Xie, and a head of withered grass-like hair stretched out from behind Mo Xie, and the deformed old face sniffed around Mo Ye's body with a tendon nose. With every inhalation, Mo Ye felt that the aura on his body was missing, and he was sucked away as if he had been sucked out. "Eat all the fine meat".

Then a penetrating word came into Mo Ye's ears, and Mo Ye, who had already lost his blood, was instantly drained of blood, his mouth was dry for a while, and his eyes were dazzled. I opened my mouth and wanted to shout, but I grinned and didn't shout anything. His eyes burst out in horror like a fiery Venus.

I saw a shadow that seemed to be a shadow, like smoke but not smoke, floating in front of Mo Xie, skinny as firewood, the bone shadow was clearly visible, but it was ethereal and invisible. High cheekbones, with two rows of teeth that are not scary, as if grinning at Mo Ye.

"Eat all the fine meat". A soft, shrill voice came from the shadows. A flash of red light flashed, and the pebble-covered stream gushed out bright beads, turning into boiling water in an instant. The air of silence became scorching.

A black hand picked up Mo Ye's hair, sent it into the boiling water, and stopped again. Stretched out a finger, poof, poof, poof, knocked Mo Xie's black armor a few times, hey, hey, hey laughed a few times.

With a wave of his hand, a large crystal tripod appeared on the pebble. The red mist inside the crystal is filled, and the blazing air is boundless. The scorching mist scorched away all the water vapor that had just risen. The bubbling stream evaporated and broke off, as if the water had disappeared out of thin air before it reached the pebbles. The next suck appeared more than ten zhang away.

The black phantom grinned and waved his head at the trees in the distance, and flew with a bang, several large wooden sticks, which had just been cut from the woods. A large black hand flew out, skilfully holding a wooden stick against the shelf. While taking a ride, there was a glance at Mo Ye without a glance.

Mo Ye's face suddenly turned dead gray, as if he was dead, and his face was so frightened that his face was colorless. Every eye was like a plumb hammer hitting the face. Souls are condensed into hard stones.

"Crazy, crazy, is this man crazy? He actually roasted and ate himself." Only one question flashed through Mo Ye's mind, and he became numb again.

The black phantom jumped alive in front of Jingding, and in the blink of an eye, a wooden shelf was erected. Reaching out and taking a long stick, he carried Mo Ye and put it down on the long stick. One spell after another conjured up, turned into a slender rope, and tied Mo Ye tightly.

Mo Ye didn't struggle or resist at all, and let the black phantom keep busy. In fact, Mo Ye at this time had no ability to resist at all. In front of this black phantom, he couldn't play any of his spells. Not even a Divine Sense attack.

The black phantom stared at Mo Ye who had tied up his hand, rubbed his hands, and was about to put Mo Ye on the shelf.

Suddenly, I looked up into the distance, as if I was frightened by something. He threw Mo Ye out of the alley, and with a wave of his hand, he collected all the things of the pebble. He fell on the pebbles and snored.

After a few sucks, the space shone with silver light, and a fish-scale warrior saintess appeared on the stream. "Hehe, it's gone," the Fish-Scale Armor Saintess seemed to say a spell.

A thick rattan flew out of his hand and slammed into the wind chimes on the pebbles. A thick rattan is circled, and a small wind chime hangs from the tip of the vine. "Hehe, it's gone".

As soon as the Fish-Scale Armor Saintess finished speaking, the space behind her flashed, and two beautiful Saintesses who could lose their teeth appeared in the air. Glancing in amazement, he glanced at the creek and the woods. "Senior Sister Yue, why is the Demon Holy Lord so crazy here?"

"My knowledge of the Tao, pure Jun, do what the master wants." Satsuki glanced at the grass intentionally or unintentionally. It's good that it came in time, otherwise, the Demon Holy Lord would have roasted the saints again.

Chunjun followed Xiao Yue's gaze and glanced at the grass, which was a little weird, and he couldn't tell what it felt. It seems to be telepathic, and it is uncertain.

Chunjun smiled bitterly, this feeling has been around for a long time, and he has sensed this aura in many holy cities. However, in the past two years, he has wandered hundreds of cities and has not found him.

"Hehe, it's gone". The Fish-Scale War-Armor Saintess muttered again.

Xiao Yue hurriedly pulled the blunt jun. "Dull Jun, hurry up and the master is urging".

After Xiao Yue finished speaking, she flew to the side of the Fish-Scale Battle Armor Holy Maiden, and without saying a word, she took the thick rattan, put it on her shoulder and pulled it back. I gritted my teeth a few times, and it took half a day of strength to pull only a little bit.

"Hehe, it's gone", the fish-scale armor saintess, raised a small rattan in her hand, and smacked it on the wind chime. The wind chimes swayed wildly, and the ringing was non-stop. A dark, thin figure flashed on the pebbles.

Only a shiny old saint cloaked in a feather coat and dark skin appeared on the pebble. With his eyes closed, a grin appeared on his face.

Dull Jun hurriedly flew in front of Xiao Yue, the two saints pulled the rattan hard, and the fish-scale battle armor saintess looked a little into the air, and a halo appeared. Jumped on the body of the old saint, and went down, and the old saint who was sitting there hummed. "Hehe, it's gone". (To be continued......)