At the beginning of the morning, the forest sea is choppy, turbulent and undulating, verdant, covering the ground and covering the sky, the clouds and mist in the sky are slightly chilly, and the dark green shawl foothills are lined with a looming light veil, floating on isolated islands.

Mo Xie stood on the square boulder, drops of small, cool, watery dew hanging on the wet black hair, slowly sliding down, slowly getting bigger, crystal clear as if absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, blinking his lovely eyes.

As far as the eye can see, trees after trees, fog and fog, green and slightly sloping dense foliage are clustered, surrounded by huge stones, between which are overgrown with weeds and lush greenery, and wet leaves hang low in the morning breeze.

Mo Xie stared at the thick eyebrows of the white frost, looking at the broken walls among the weeds, the broken stones, the desolate and dilapidated scene, the eyes were desolate, and he couldn't help but be gloomy and dying. Mo Ye's lonely figure passed through the thin desolation, scanning this misty mountain through the wind and dust of the fog.

Ethereal peak, in the broken wall, weeds, lonely peak, the afterimage between the empty and wild, in addition to the clouds and mist lingering, the mountains are stacked and green, the strange trees are in pieces, the green grass is like grass, there is no trace of magnificent momentum, only the green pine ancient vine between the thousands of broken walls, the copper shell rough skin, the dragon's claw meandering significant 10,000 years of majesty,

Mo Xie smiled bitterly, a few days ago, Qingyunzi actually brought himself into the Ethereal Peak. Mo Xie was puzzled, there were thousands of sages guarding the ethereal in the Black Cliff, how did Qingyunzi enter the Ethereal Peak.

The starlight was dotted, Mo Ye flashed into the vigorous ancient tree, swish, dewdrops dewed on the tips of the leaves, as Mo Ye moved past and shook the strong wind, drop by drop on the grass stems, shining like ten thousand colored meteors falling one after another.

Mo Xie's body suddenly retreated, looking at the blue sky, the mountains were as black as iron, the distant mountains were dark green, the milky white mist was like yarn, and the pen and ink lined with the broken wall and bare rock. Two rays of light rushed from the far sky.

Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, his heart was pounding, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, he slapped the holy bag, and his convulsive face was tangled and deformed. Take out the "fire extinguishing" left by the master recklessly. Staring at the figure that came from nowhere.

"Extinguishing fires" Mo Ye has never been used. What is its power? Mo Xie knows nothing. The master is too cheesy, and the holy weapon has a name, and what is it called "fire extinguishing". Mo Xie pursed his lips.

The colorful light in the air stopped, and the cheeks of the two first-order saints of Peixing were crimson, and their pretty faces were like a lotus flower in the early morning after the rain, with a charming smile on their small mouths. Glancing around at the distant mountains. "Senior Sister Fu Lu doesn't need to look, there is a black cliff guarding the Ethereal Peak, and no one dares to go deep into the Ethereal hinterland."

Fu Lu's two tender faces became reserved, and his eyes flickered and crystal clear. The wisdom is like two pools of autumn water. "Senior Sister Xie Fen, you must be guarded against, the news has leaked, does the Holy Ancestor blame you and me for still having a life?"

Fu Lurou pointed a little, the cliff and the cliff, the green light between the vultures stone bones flashed, and the green light door showed a craggy and strange stone. "Xie Fen, you come and watch, I'll send a message."

Xie Fen nodded. Fu Luru threw himself into the water waves, and the green light gate rippled layer by layer, slowly disappearing into the stone wall. Mo Ye's brows tightened, condensing into a big pimple. These are ethereal remnant disciples? What's behind the mysterious Green Door?

Xie Fen saw Senior Sister Fu Lu enter the Phantom Gate. Fall lightly onto the lush old trees. Twisted and sat on the thick branches of the keel, the watery eyes looked at the green mountains in the distance. Reckless and pale, the mist was covered with a thin veil, and the thin haze pounced on the face. Gentle white, cool moisturizing jade-like fine skin.

Mo Ye looked up at the round and slender feet that fluttered under the trunk of the tree. The snow-white shadow line, the white flowers swayed Mo Ye's eyes. Xie Fen's realm was a little lower, Mo Xie really wanted to slap Xie Fen off the tree and enter the green door to take a look.

Snow-white and delicate skin, long hair, slender and plump figure, plump and attractive Yufeng shook in front of Mo Ye's eyes for several days, Mo Ye escaped in the tree, his eyelids were fighting, and he didn't dare to sleep. Guarding like a messenger of flowers.

The blue sky of the tile blue sky, a few white clouds with bright edges drifted by, and the calm green gate swelled violently. Fu Lu escaped in the air like a phantom, his true qi flew out of his jade fingers in a curl, and the green light gate slowly turned into a cyan rock. "Xie Fen goes".

Two colorful clouds floated into the blue sky, brilliant with brilliance, and flew away as a shocking flood.

Mo Ye stretched out his nose, inhaled a faint fragrance, and sent out the two holy maidens for five hundred miles, quietly retracting his divine sense. "Desire, help me move two big trees to block the green light gate."

"The Holy Family is greedy." There were voices of resentment in the Moxiedan Sea. "Sand, sand, sand". The more it trembled, the softer the breeze blew past a few green ancient trees.

A thin clatter sound came from the stone and soil, and the two towering Kongshan trees, the huge crowns of which were shaking and shaking, the lush leaves were hoarse, presumptuous, and rude, and the coiled trunk of the Wolong tree arched violently, like a hunchbacked old man standing up like a dragon. The roots of the dragon are drawn from the deep soil and stones, and the roots and whiskers in the sky are shaking the thick and thick dragon tail, and the strong and sharp dragon claws float over the green grass. Instantly stopped in front of the rock wall, puffing into the hard rock.

Mo Ye's mouth is grinning, this is moving trees, if in the puppet realm, Mo Ye can roll his eyes and faint to death, it's too scary, you can hear the whistling sound within thousands of miles, hula hula, rumbling like a thunder shower.

"It's a bit of a saint, what's the big deal." Lust and contempt for Mo Ye.

Mo Xie snorted, "Therefore, it can be Xuanxuan." Mo Xie has been really scared by lust these days. As long as she is given a chance, she always makes some ghosts, and she is scared half to death.

A true qi swept towards the stone wall, the green light trembled lightly, and the crystal blue door floated on the craggy stone bone gate. The starlight was dotted, and Mo Ye was immersed in the green luminous gate, and sang in a low voice like flowing water.

A trail winds and turns, the jade belt is generally scattered from the clouds, a strange peak rises from the ground, the clouds and smoke are misty like floating clouds on the sea, and there is only one jade belt trail leading to the strange peak. Mo Ye's eyes froze, the mountain peak seemed to be very close, and there was a curling sound, as if calling to himself.

Ethereal Peak? Mo Ye suddenly became vigilant, this is the Ethereal Main Peak, a strange peak imprisoned by the mysterious force, what is the call that seems to be far and near, and what is the voice of the voice that seems to be so worrying and indignant for what to hear.

Mo Xie rose into the air, and the jade belt trail stretched out a snow-white and transparent hand, grabbed Mo Ye's feet, and gently tugged it. Mo Ye was stunned, and the holy body fell like cold lead and landed on the jade belt path.

The moment he stepped on the trail, Mo Xie's eyebrows lit up with fiery red fireworks, and a red cloud rose at his feet, slowly floating over the jade belt path, and flew lightly along the path towards the misty peak.

The emerald green barrier on both sides stands tall and dangerous. Splashing waterfalls, roaring like cracks. The gurgling stream, like the beautiful sound of the piano, the bubbling spring water, and the beautiful sound of the ear. The almost vertical jade belt path stretches forward gently, and the blue sky is like a long picture scroll slowly elongating.

Strange peaks are towering in the distant sky, milky white clouds float at the foot of the peaks, and deep canyons are pouring endless primeval mountains, and the majestic mountains seem to be covered with snow that has accumulated for thousands of years.

The valley is wonderfully beautiful, the flowing springs are murmuring, the mountainside is full of white clouds, the gentle mist is flying around, the verdant green trees on the distant peaks and near the mountains are adding beautiful colors, and the pine waves are singing majestic and harmonious music.

The red cloud suddenly stopped in the air, Mo Ye's face froze, and the black pupils stared at the jade belt path like dead water, only to see that the white jade stone path had reached the end, and a chaotic space in the distance, disconnecting the unreachable ethereal peak.

At the end of the white jade stone path, hundreds of sages were covered with sweat and dust, revealing their swarthy backbones, struggling to carry pieces of white jade. The jade is not big, but it requires dozens of sages to use their true qi to condense their hands before it can be placed on the stone path. Every time a piece of jade was placed, dozens of sages had to rest for a while, waiting for the next few waves to pass the jade forward.

Several Qi Condensing Sages sat on the jade stone path, watching the Sages put a piece of jade, patted the holy bag and took out a piece, and hundreds of Sages passed the jade alternately. The white sweat stains on the face are more shiny than the white jade.

Only then did Mo Xie realize that this long jade path was laid by these sages, with the purpose of stepping on the ethereal peak on the floating clouds.

A short, lean, white-skinned Qi Condensing Saint raised his head violently, staring at the thin clouds like red silk with a blazing gaze, how could there be a wisp of red clouds in the blue sky. For thousands of years, the ethereal space imprisoned in the Illusory Realm was surrounded only by white mist.

"Who, trespassing on the Ethereal Peak". The lean saint shouted into the air like a ghost.

Boom, boom, boom. Several rays of light flew into the sky and struck the red cloud. The crystal light flew out of the jade path less than ten zhang. Suddenly in the air, a number of holy weapons of different shapes appeared. Buzz. After a few startled sounds, he flew back to the Sage on the jade path.

Mo Xie blinked his frightened eyes, almost out of luck. As a cocoon, jade can actually absorb the holy weapon of the sage. In fact, it is not the effect of jade, this jade is called the Ascending Stone, which is a strange stone that can be in the sky, and it can be stacked up to hundreds of thousands of feet in the sky.

Ethereal Peak, there is a forbidden air array, non-Ethereal Peak envoy and above disciples, can not climb the peak, these sages have to use the Ascending Stone, section by section, this ride is a thousand years, seeing that it is close to the Ethereal Peak Holy Peak platform.

Mo Evil's ability to ascend in the sky is precisely because of the ethereal marks on his head. This is the Ethereal Peak Inheritance Fire Seal, a red fire mark that only the young masters, cave masters, and patriarchs of Ethereal Peak have. Mo Xie grinned, and several yellow lights with black tail lines slashed towards the sage on the white jade path.

Boom, boom, boom. Colorful flowers explode on the stone path. It turns into beautiful chrysanthemums and disappears in an instant. Several sages floated up and down like red butterflies, dogs gnawed mud, pigs arched the ground, and lay on the ground with their heads in their hands. "Stand the shield, quickly stand the shield".

Poof, poof, hundreds of shields of various colors of light condensed on the jade path. After Mo Xie attacked several times in a row, he had to give up, and the light shields of several Qi Condensing Saints were too good. Mo Ye's Wind Chopping and Black Wind Slash hit the light shield, like a bullet in the brain, and the sound was non-stop.

Mo Xie's eyelids jumped, and his face was helpless, it would be good if the Heavenly Deception Divine Soldier was here. As soon as Mo Xie slapped the holy bag to "extinguish the fire", his eyes widened, and his head was shocked with a burst of sweat. "Damn, the master's holy weapon is lost."

No matter how Mo Xie's divine sense summoned, the "fire extinguishing" and the holy weapon that lost its aura were quietly hanging in the holy bag, as if every god of Mo Xie was afraid to dodge and "extinguish the fire". Mo Ye's divine sense couldn't capture "extinguishing the fire" at all. "Damn, the holy weapon also has a temper tantrum." (To be continued......)