The gray valley, the black-blue-black-blue sky dome is like a paper dyed with a bottom rhyme, there is not a single star in sight, the fog is heavy and gloomy, immersed in a different ice condensation atmosphere, there seems to be a breeze and the turning of dark clouds, lined with a quiet atmosphere, hazy with a strange halo.

A black lightning bolt blew through the bare stone tops with the sound of the cold wind, only to make the stone grass and stone trees shiver and scream in the sharp cold wind. The cold wind swirled incessantly towards Xia Yuli's battle shield.

Poof! The "Flowing Heart Prayer Bead" glowed with a layer of clear light, like a sharp claw slashing on the bead wall. Bursts of cold came through the shield, layers of frost hung on Xia Yu's slightly dark face, and the bone-piercing cold made Xia Yu's bones tremble and his heart was cold.

Three hundred and sixty miles of auditory consciousness condensed, all Xia Yu heard was the wind rolling black lightning, and countless whips fiercely whipped the wall of the "Flowing Heart Prayer Bead", which was like an angry wave rolling, roaring and galloping. Whirring and whistling, shattering and crumbling away.

The blackened valley was like an ice sword of black mist condensing rain, and the wisps slashed over, mixed with black flashes, and bursts of thunderous sounds.

Three hundred and eighty miles of peeping and sensing divine consciousness condensed, wind or wind, fog or fog, lightning or lightning, except for the scratches of the Dao Qingying on the rosary, it was the deafening thunderbolt of sound.

Xia Yu's heart was shocked, and his divine consciousness condensed the war shadow, but he didn't dare to escape the "Flowing Heart Prayer Bead". What is the black lightning? What is the cold sound of the wind? I can't see it clearly, I can only feel the Divine Sense War Shadow trembling in the cold cold.

Xia Yu knew that this time he really had to make a big deal, and the "Mixed Yin Valley" was not the place he should enter. But Xia Yu couldn't help but come, a hundred years ago, Xia Yu received a letter from Chengying Jing, "saying that he was imprisoned in the Holy Sword Mountain, and asked him to go to the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb" to find Mo Ye, Chixiao, and Tai'a.

At that time, Xia Yu was at the sixth order of solid roots, and his temperament changed drastically, and he was exiled to a barren land by the Du family, and he had no intention of asking about it. Unable to leave the barren land, Xia Yu broke through the cultivation realm ten years ago, quickly returned to the Du family, and asked to see his master Du Qiong and said that he wanted to go to the "wasteland" to experience. Who knew that the master actually agreed, saying that he would take him to Yi's house for ten years, and if he wanted to enter the "wasteland", he would enter through the "gate of the wasteland".

A few days ago, Xia Yu followed his master Du Qiong to Tuocheng, and when he traveled through the streets, he saw the mark of the Mo family several times, and Xia Yu was so excited. Sure enough, Mo Xie came out of the wasteland and counted his feet in Tuocheng.

Xia Yu looked for several places along the mark, but found no sign of Mo Ye leaving. I wanted to stay in Tuocheng to find Mo Ye, but I was provoked by the Lord of Yi Nan Valley and entered the "Chaoyin Valley". thought that there would be no danger with Du Wen, but who knew that the mother was teleported randomly. I don't know where the hell it fell, the four domains of divine consciousness are only more than thirty zhang, and it is pitch black outside the domain.

Dumbness is light, but dizziness is real. Xia Yu was eroded by the ghostly magic sound. Every ghostly black lightning streaked across the "Flowing Heart Prayer Bead", and the clear light sounded with a strange sound, Xia Yu gradually felt that his divine consciousness was eroded by the ghostly magic sound, and there were bursts of power in the domain of consciousness. There seems to be a soul claw stirring the domain of consciousness, spinning the vortex.

The three major divine senses were pulled by wisps of light as if they were being stuped, and every trace of force seemed to drain the divine senses, stinging like countless thin needles piercing the brain. Every time I pricked it, it hurt all over my body, and my skin spasmed together.

Xia Yu groaned, blurting out like a raging lion's roar. The divine consciousness war shadow condensed in the "Flowing Heart Prayer Bead" trembled and disappeared into the bead domain with fine lines.

Xia Yu straightened up, his body stiffly leaned into the bead domain, and a wooden stick supported the bead wall, but it didn't soften. The two pairs of pupils are infinitely dilated, and the divine consciousness, telekinesis, and consciousness gradually move away from the realm of consciousness with the shadow of the pupils.

The sharp sound outside the "Flowing Heart Rosary" suddenly fell silent, as if with that terrifying whistling sound, the black lightning and the ghostly wind were frightened, and there was no shadow in a smoke.

The four domains were left only in the dark twilight, hazy and dim, and the secluded valley was lit up with two stars, blinking and blinking, wandering misty. The thin consciousness seemed to have a rough voice whispering in a whisper. "Boss, the master only needs a saint, if you catch a saint and go back to the errand, you will be spanked."

A small black tip condensed on the wall of the rosary shrouded in darkness, too small to be seen without contemplation.

It seemed to flick down heavily, and the inch-long black and gold thorn shadow fell on the wall of the "Flowing Heart Rosary", and the two long filaments moved little by little with the transparent wall, like a small black worm bowing to its big back.

"Boss, there's nothing to see, the little saint is almost scared to death by the soul man, his pupils and shadows are enlarged, and if he is caught by the withered shadow claws again, he will be drained." In the distance, the big eyes of soybeans, shining like ice crystals, muttered.

The black-gold thorn figure slowly stood up, jumped like a rabbit, jumped for a while, and climbed on the transparent wall to watch for a while. Straighten up and jump a little more.

Poof! The thin silk thread passed through the wall of the rosary and stretched into the front of Xia Yu's face, the wind sounded, Xia Yu's gray-black face was tilted to one side with the wind, leaving a black mark on the gray face. The wind picked up again, and the face flew to the other side, drawing another curling black mark from the cheek to the nose.

"Boss, don't look at it, that's a real face, there are a few sages in the holy area who are like masters, wearing fake faces every day and not daring to show their true faces, and now they are all mixed up with people, ghosts and ghosts. Smoke it again, smoke it again, and this face will take place." Jingdou blinked and smiled, muttering half-hehe.

The silk picked at Xia Yu's stiff eyelids, absorbed the silk thread, and sat diagonally on the rosary wall with the sharp black thorns, stunned. A small golden shaft pulled open, and the black thorn bent low.

A pair of soybean-sized crystal eyes instantly widened, and a big round head wearing a red ice crystal hat stretched out in the black domain, pouting thick lips, and picking high crystal eyebrows.

The gold shaft disappeared in a flash. The round head vanished, leaving only two bean-sized eyes in the airspace. "Hey, hey, boss, I saw it, I saw it. It's a holy face, don't compare it, that one is a white face, this one is a black face, it's not right, it's a fake at first glance."

The black gold thorn pulled open the small gold shaft again, held it high, and quickly wrapped itself around the black thorn. The big round head tilted its head sideways, and it leaned over with slanted eyes, looking up and down, left and right. "Boss, show me, see, what is hidden in your little golden shaft, how can the master tell you so many secrets, let me see."

The gold shaft bounced back again, and the black and gold thorny silk threads were hugged into the shoulder.

A low sigh rang out from the Black Domain. "Boss, I've already carried one, you let me hold another bead, I can't hold it!"

Although the airspace was full of complaints, he still stretched out a pair of big crystal hands, grabbed the huge "Flowing Heart Prayer Bead" and put it on his back. Bent over the waist. "Boss can go, this guy is dying."

The huge black shadow slowly fled into the distance in the airspace, and pieces of black light flew behind him, as if pulling heavy holy relics, walking very slowly, bursts of aroma mixed with mist condensed into a fragrant silk, wisps condensed, silk solidified, although the fragrance was strong, but not drifting, but was pressed into a thread by the black domain, a long line, I don't know where it leads.

The incense line slowly extended with the black object, I don't know how far it went, the incense stopped, a black silk hung down the airspace, and the huge black shadow stopped in the airspace. "Boss, there are girls, girls who don't wipe the fragrance, just in front of you, this time you shoot, or I shoot."

The black golden light flashed, the airspace was silent, and the huge black shadow smiled hehehe, and smiled very dirty. "The boss is exquisite".

The condensed incense mist moved.

The gray valley was somewhat clear, like a ray of darkness before dawn, obscuring the sky.

Du Wen's black and tender little face was hung with black beads, I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears, it was sour and a little pungent, and the mini war shadow in the airspace, holding the "Flower Bell Seal" and shooting at the fierce shadow soul who flew away with a red face.

The blade of the Shadow Bone was like a sickle, like the tooth blade of a corpse, drenched with a gray light that stenched with black blood, and flew towards the petite War Shadow.

The "Flower Bell Seal" sucked and enlarged, flashing a red imprint, and I don't know what the inscription was in the light, and a flash hit the head of the withered shadow soul, and the withered shadow waved the ghost blade without blocking the seal light, turning into a black wind and flying into the sky, dancing with phantom bone teeth to freeze in the airspace. It seems to have been blinded by the "flower bell print".

Du Wen didn't mean to kill the withered shadow, and escaped dozens of feet in a suck, and disappeared into the black domain in a blink of an eye.

Xia Yu ...... , Xia Yu...... where are you". The voice was eager, the crying echoed in the small airspace, Du Wen was really anxious, all the way to kill, the soul people she met were all soul stunning, Du Wen was anxious and angry, the Yi family was too yin, and she didn't even suggest that there was a soul in the "Mixed Yin Valley", which was something that the cultivator realm saint could defeat, Du Wen was so anxious that she was crying while looking for it, and she still had the heart to care about what the battle was.

The petite shadow of war is not more than a hundred feet, several shadows like dry bones are floating in the airspace, the black bone claws are stretched out, the claw wind is like electricity, the seemingly black shadow raises the illusory claws, very slowly, but the claw shadow has already arrived in front of the petite war shadow,

A few intersecting claw marks flashed, and in front of the petite War Shadow, the airspace was divided into dozens of cracks, the black gaps like fish scales flashed with fragments, and the bone claw mad wind movie locked on the War Shadow's head.

The petite war shadow flashed a small shield around his body, and the "flower bell seal" turned into countless prints, and with a snap, it slapped on the heart of the claw, and the claw shadow was closed as soon as the bones were collected, and the flying mark had already escaped, shrinking into a fist of the withered black bone claw, the claw heart burst into a red light, red light was shining, and the withered black bone claw exploded into a fiery red air wave.

The shadow of the "Flower Bell Seal" did not stop, and the petite war shadow fled towards the withered shadow soul. Several withered black soul shadows exploded, and the black halo soul beads flashed and fled into the airspace, turning their breath and disappearing into the airspace.

The petite war shadow was shocked by the sudden "soul body explosion", and retreated dozens of feet, mixed in the black waves, the arc flashed, and he covered his head violently, turning into a wisp of divine consciousness and escaping back to Du Wen's realm.

Du Wen felt a violent sound in the Divine Consciousness Space, and it exploded the camp like a pinprick, countless Venus flashed, and she was dizzy grinding in the air. Du Wen was too anxious to find Xia Yu. Use the "Flower Bell Seal" given by the master, without the "Flower Bell Seal", it is not enough to defeat the soul person lightly with the Divine Sense War Shadow. In this hurry, Du Wen fell into the siege of the Withered Shadow Soul and was injured by the Withered Shadow Soul's explosion. (To be continued......)