A few words, like Xiaoxiao smoke and rain blinded Mo Ye's eyes, the dripping words wet the thoughts that seemed to be thick and faint, and the soft heart wandered in the cool honey fragrance, and the thoughts were like silk, winding around the fingers. "Winter Saint Friend, do you still know me"?

Dong Xun turned his head tremblingly, the corners of his sunken eyes were dreaked with tears, and his eyes were filled with joy and sorrow, and he was filled with surprise. "It's familiar, I can't remember it."

Mo Xie smiled, it would be strange to think of it. Patting the holy bag, Mo Xie took out the red enlightenment bead, sat cross-legged in the air, seven yellow light spots flew out of the center of his eyebrows, crackling, seven beautiful folded lines, hitting the red enlightenment bead. Wisps of red mist rose. The phantom shadow of the praying mantis has not yet taken shape, and the Mo evil divine sense has swept over, and the phantom has swayed and turned into clear qi. Poof, Mo Xie blew lightly, and a wisp of true qi smoke flew into the Danhai of Dongxun. With Dong Xun's face flushed, his eyes shining with essence.

Mo Xie put away his divine sense, turned into a mini Mo Ye held the Heavenly Deception Divine Soldier and slashed the red shadow mantis in the white point of light, and the seven yellow dots converged into a seven-colored dragon to devour the dim white point of light. Boom, Mo Ye's sea of consciousness expanded violently, and the vast divine consciousness flew out of five hundred miles.

Dong Xun's emaciated face was flushed, under his shiny forehead, his curved eyebrows were stretched, and he sat on the stone chair with his eyes closed, and the aura of heaven and earth gradually stirred. Mo Xie smiled, Dong Xun saved himself back then, this can be regarded as a reward.

Mo Xie moved out of the small courtyard, Xiao Xiao's night wind blew his pine face, the trees on the side of the street shook their leaves silently, and between the gaps of the dark shadows, it seemed that thousands of pairs of eyes mysteriously peeked into the quiet street, the clear night sky was crystal stars, and the sleep was unusually quiet, and there seemed to be only Mo Ye listening to the tranquility of the night in the alley.

Da, da, da. The stone path of the alley sounded the sound of stone rods clicking, inhaling a little, flickering far and near, and in a blink of an eye, a slightly hunchbacked old saint, a thin figure appeared in the empty deep alley. After walking a few steps, he stopped at Mo Xie. Draped in the silver threads on his face, the slightly sunken eye sockets flashed dark brown eyes.

"Holy friend, there are some things that you are in charge of too widely." The old voice like the wind blew into Mo Ye's ears with the night breeze. Mo Xie thundered and froze, his face tightened, he sucked in a short spasm in a daze, and stood as if rooted.

Mo Ye stared at the old saint who was a hundred feet away, could it be an incomprehensible love debt. hated to the point that Dong Xun had to die. Mo Xie shook his head with a wry smile, helping Dong Xun break through was to repay his kindness, but he caused such a trouble. "Holy friend, come again to repay your kindness."

The deep-set eyes, the brown light flashed, and the stone staff in the old saint's hand slowly lit up, and it fell between the old saint and Mo Ye, and the black stone pavement shot out a hundred rays of light, and it rotated rapidly to release pieces of petals. Violently expanded outward, and the falling flowers condensed into a transparent light mask, imprisoning Mo Ye and the old saint in the cover.

Mo Xie instantly condensed the shield, and the star light point outside the shield wanted to escape from the light mask. A hundred rays of light from the stone staff rotate inside the light mask. A ray of light shines on the condensing shield, and a small seal "Ding" character is small and large, reflected on the concave shield surface. The starlight outside the Mo Evil Condensation Shield slowly faded. The transparent light mask flew into the sky and hurried, and the fiery red meteor dragged its long tail in the night sky. Fall in another world.

Feeling dizzy, Mo Ye stood on the top of the cold mountain, rustling the dewdrops. The crystal swayed slowly with the wind, and the faint fragrance of flowers accompanied by the cool silk wind rubbed the face and washed the heart. Looking into the distance, there is a faint black shadow, and the stacked cockroach peaks are like small pavilions in the mountains.

The old saint sat on the small stone and looked at Mo Ye with a blank face. The deep wrinkles on the purple face were infinitely elongated under the faint starlight. "Holy friend, hand it over."

Mo Ye violently withdrew his gaze from afar, and stared at the old saint sitting on the stone with his shocked eyelids. Solid root fourth-order, Mo Xie didn't understand what kind of holy weapon the old saint's stone staff was, it was even more domineering than the body trapping technique, specifically imprisoning the holy body, and the heart locking technique failed to break the spell.

Mo Xie was frightened, cold sweat flowed down his spine, his face remained as calm as possible, and his thick eyebrows were raised, waiting for the old saint's explanation. Mo Xie didn't figure it out, isn't the old saint Dong Xun's concubine?

Poof, the old saint spat at the mouth, and her face showed a hideous color, as if she was not evil and gossipy, and the old saint knew it at a glance. "Holy friend, five hundred miles of divine sense, I respect you one foot. But you can't take my master's divine soldier without handing it over."

Mo Ye was stunned, subconsciously took a step back, his face turned pale, and then turned extremely crimson. The hand holding the sack trembled. Who is the old saint?

......When Mo Xie was depressed, the old saint spoke softly, and a wrinkled face stared in front of Mo Xie. Clear eyes, small straight nose, pouting as if angry, with a faint smile.

"Give it to me". The black-tattooed face opened its moist and fleshy red lips, flashed two rows of snow-white teeth, and bit it like a man. Mo Ye flashed backwards in fright, for fear that the white teeth would really bite over.

"Old holy friend, this sword is a godfather's thing." Although Mo Ye was surprised, he said calmly.

The old saint sitting a hundred feet away flicked her fingertips, and the silver light flashed, and there was an extra bronze medal in her snow-white teeth. The buzzing fell into Mo Ye's hands, and his bones swirled.

"Three Swords Bronze Medal"! Mo Xie's mouth opened wide, and he took a few breaths as if pulling a bellows. He stretched his neck and swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and his chapped throat made a tearing sound.

The "Three Swords Bronze Medal" is a token of the grandfather's cadre, and seeing the card is like seeing a person. Mo Ye trembled slightly, took out another "Three Swords Bronze Medal" from the holy bag, buckled each other, hum, and the "Three Swords Bronze Medal" rotated interactively, grinding out a copper-colored brilliance. A pillar of light shot towards the transparent mask.

The soft floating small pool, the thick mist is rising, faintly revealing the outline of the small pavilion. The churning mist faded away violently, and the sparkling blue water floated up the deep pavilion, and the lonely figure in the pavilion had white hair fluttering, and the hazy face opened a familiar smile. "Evil son, you have reached the Holy Realm, I can't see you in the Breakthrough Realm, send my disciple Qingyunzi to find you to take back the divine weapon."

Mo Xie looked at the figure of Tong Yan Hefa, and his heart faintly added a little sadness. stared at the cadre for a long time, and his eyes were covered with a layer of fog. "Godgrandpa, where are Chengying, Dull Jun, and Taia".

The cadre shook his head, smiled dismally, and his eyes were so sad that he burst into tears. "Back then, I took Yue'er, Xia Yu, Qiong Lin and others into Yujian Mountain to look for you, and they strayed into the boundary array, and the boundary array was randomly teleported, Chengying and the others did not know where to go, and even Yue'er was lost in the vast holy realm."

A tear, a heartache. Between the words of the cadre, Mo Ye was blown with tears by Xiao Xiao's night wind, and the thoughts that fell drop by drop stirred up a circle of sad ripples. Mo Xie did not suspect the figure of the cadre in front of him, this was not a phantom, it was a real heart-to-heart exchange. Mo Xie took out the hilt of the dragon-body phoenix-tailed sword from the holy bag, and handed his hands to Qingyunzi's clean mouth and white teeth.

Click, a snow tooth, a ruddy tongue stretched out a roll, and the dragon body phoenix tail sword hilt appeared in Qing Yunzi's hand, Qing Yunzi laughed dryly, and put the sword hilt into the holy bag. The radiant old face trembled a little like a flower, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and he looked at Mo Ye with a flash of red light, as if he was waiting for something.

"Evil child, there is one more thing, have you found a red spar the size of an egg in the boundary array of Jade Sword Mountain?" The cadre smiled brightly, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out, like a red chrysanthemum in full bloom.

Mo Xie scratched his head and frowned and thought, looked at the cadre, and didn't seem to remember. His mouth was pursed, and his face was guilty. "Grandpa, there are too many things outside the boundary array, I can't take them, I only picked up a few items that I have seen, and they are rumored out of Yujian Mountain."

The general's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and between the frowns, there was a faint murderous aura, which disappeared in a flash. It is true that there are thousands of items under the Boundary Array, and it is not easy for Mo Xie to retrieve the Divine Weapon, how can the "Heavenly Creation" be easily taken out in the Boundary Array. The general shook his head and sighed.

Qingyunzi Liuye's thin eyebrows were raised high, staring intently at the faint blue sky, and the bright moon silver plate sprayed a cold cold glow, cutting through the sparse starlight, and flew in an instant.

Qingyunzi giggled, and the crystal light flashed, and the dazzling crystal gate separated the airspace. The hunchback jerked up and stepped into the Crystal Gate. The crystalline mist tumbles around and slowly shrinks to the size of a disc. Slender and delicate, the plump white hand stretched out from the disc, and the dark blue nails flashed through Mo Xie's eyes, grabbing the stone staff and pulling it into the crystal door in a hurry.

The wind howled, and Mo Ye was almost pulled into the crystal gate by the strong suction. The skin of the face was in pain, and the crystal disc turned into a point of light and disappeared. The forbidden power on Mo Xie's body disappeared, he glanced at the bright moon and Qinghui, grinned bitterly, and wisps of light air rose around his body, and escaped into the mountains and rocks to escape to the fleeing party.

After a few inhales, two crystal disks, one silver and one black, stopped in the dark blue night, and the Holy Yuezi and the Holy Devil stood in the air with a shocked expression. The Holy Yuezi took out the snow-bright crystal bead and shone it in the direction of Mo Xie's escape. A white line goes straight through the black curtain.

The crystal bubble in the hand of the holy devil lit up, and the scenes on the black mountain peak reappeared on the crystal bubble, and the content of the conversation was clearly recognizable. The two of them forgot their breath in shock, staring at the dragon body phoenix tail sword hilt in Qing Yunzi's hand, and their eyelids jumped in shock. "The old ghost sent a crystal letter and reported to the Holy Sword Mountain quickly, and the strength of the two of us could not stop the catastrophe of the holy soldiers."

As soon as the crystal light was sucked away, only the Holy Devil and the Holy Moon Zi were left standing in the night sky, and the strange Saint Soldier had already fallen into the hands of Qing Yunzi, and it was even more difficult to recapture it. Qingyunzi, the fourth disciple of Bixinzi, the sixth order of condensation, and his combat power is not below the Holy Yuezi. With the Monster Saint Soldier in hand, it is even more difficult to deal with.

The Holy Devil and the Holy Yuezi couldn't understand what the little saint named Mo Xie had become, and he was fooled by the incarnation image and handed over the holy soldier. Without a hint of pity, even if you hesitate a few more times, things can be reversed. If it weren't for the crying and making trouble, the Holy Devil and the Holy Moon would have broken the weapon in a thousand miles.

"Old ghost, you wait here, I'll go to the magic city to find it again." Sheng Yuezi looked at the light and shadow of Mo Ye's escape, and had no intention of chasing and killing. What can I do if I catch it, the holy soldier is gone, I can't let you kill it, I can't touch it, I won't let you touch it, and I'll talk about it when I get it back. (To be continued......)