The sky was dark again, and the thick fog was thick and spreading, staining the calm night of Qiliufeng. Mo Ye sat on the low-hanging branches of the begonia tree, listening to the graceful and poignant "rustling" evening breeze.

A cloud covered the beautiful face of Yue'er, and the clear light reflected a brilliant halo around the clouds, and the halo supported the clouds, gently brushing from Yue'er's beautiful face, and half a drunken face peeked at the strange peaks and green willows dancing in the soft breeze.

The green leaves swaying for miles, and the weeping branches sweep the soft moon shadow. Like the thin fingers on the strings of the zither, the notes of the light clouds and flowing water, the passion flies over, like a song and a cry, and the soul is shocked. The activated emerald feather wicker flutters in the wind. The willow flowers fly and the butterflies spread their light wings, and with the spiritual sound of heaven and earth, they fly out of the intoxicating melody.

Mo Xie slowly opened his eyes, and six days passed in a flash, and finally waited for the night of the full moon. The sky was as clear as the sea, with slightly puffy clouds. In the light mist, the black ink weeping willow exudes a faint fragrance of flowers, which is gently blown away, silently, and sent into the nose with the soft finger Xuanyin.

Mo Ye felt an inexplicable chill, the cool and gradual biting cold wind, mixed with the velvet white willow flowers, smoking the upside-down holy body among the weeping willows, deep in the thin willow branches, a bone path of white flowers meandered and stretched. At the end of the bone road, Lu Liu was dressed in a white gauze robe, demure and serene, and sat at the bone table gently. The shy delicate face is light and unclear, through the willow tops, the gentle eyes are like hide and seek, sweeping the black face of Mo Ye.

A small drop of water flowed across Mo Ye's cheek and merged into a large droplet of water on his chin, a crystal clear droplet. Pull out a long bucket drop heavily. As Mo Xie forcibly endured the suppressed anger, he snapped and fell. "Green Friends. You've got to give me a reason."

The dreamlike willow shadow soaked in the moonlight slowly lifted the veil, a clear bone path. The creepy reflected the faint white light, and a delicate face was revealed. Soft and soft. "You still have to ask the Cold Saint Friend about this, didn't you take him out of the Cold Blood Temple?"

Mo Xie looked inside the Danhai, the cold blood ice crystal leaned obliquely on the carved cold crystal chair, the big white velvet hat covered half of the little red face, exhaled thick and thin, and snored as if asleep. Mo Evil Divine Consciousness several times. The cold blood ice crystal snorted haha. Half of his red eyes were opened, and he glanced at the green willows. "My business is over, and it has nothing to do with me. I didn't poison you."

Mo Ye's face immediately turned white and miserable. A resentful glow erupted from his eyes. The white light flashed in his hand, and the fire extinguished with white flames, and the bleak flames danced.

Green Willow smiled and smiled charmingly. Gentle like a white orchid. The flamboyant face was overflowing with a contemptuous smile. "This matter, the Cold-Blood Holy Friend said that you are invincible, let me try."

"You, you". The cold snow ice crystal's single red eye almost didn't jump out. The green willow was framed, Mo Ye was brought into the Ice Palace by the Ice Soul, and he didn't know who Mo Xie was before Han Xue Ice Crystal. Now the cold snow ice crystals are stuck, and the red face has turned the color of pig liver.

"Green Willow, I don't fight with you. Lao Tzu has moved, and this land is given to you." A few drops of red crystal beads burst out from the eyes of the cold blood ice crystal. Grabbed it back into his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. After a few words, he said no more.

Mo Ye pondered for a moment, his eyes shot a compelling light, and he gritted his teeth. "Let go of the holy friends in the wicker room, I can not blame the past."

The green willows and black branches are turning black waves. The willow leaves are fluttering, and the waves are generally smooth and soft. The green willow eyebrows bent with a smile, as thin as a thread, and the black jade-like eyes bounced. "Damn cold-blooded old man. Mo Shengyou, you go and ask that elf ghost about this."

Mo Xie looked inwardly at Danhai again. The blue glow on the Danhai Sea covers the red, glowing single eye. His eyes were spinning. "The Sage hangs on your tree, you suck blood, I spend Hanjing to buy 'Three Souls Cold Fragrance Liquid', it's my business."

"You, you". The green willow was so angry that the tips of the two thin eyebrows were raised, and as the eyes opened angrily, like two ice veins, it made people feel chills. Green Willow was choked by the cold blood and ice crystals, and almost lost her breath and vomited blood.

The rustling willow branches are swaying, and the white crystal willow flowers are dancing brightly in the gradually pale moonlight. A snow-white holy body, among the willow flowers wrapped in silver, slowly fell, and the snow-white holy body all over the ground curled up as if dizzy.

Click, long, soft white arms grew from the bloody Eucharist. A burst of fear came to his heart, and he got up with a bone, staring at the swarthy figure of Mo Xie in the moonlight, and his cold face was stretched in horror, and he didn't even dare to breathe. I couldn't stop shivering. A deep bow.

Mo Xie waved his hand, a far-fetched smile on the corner of his mouth. "Friends, leave this place quickly."

The four hundred and ninety-seven saints, their faces reddened, turned into various colored crystal lights. Poof, poof, poof, there was a small pop, the various colored crystal shadows in the air shook, and suddenly shivered, and a thin crackling sound came from the naked holy body, and the red marks burst open in an instant, and the flesh and bones exploded into the sky of blood and white water droplets, crackling and falling into the black and shining streams under Qiliu Peak.

The sparkling soft waves stirred up, without a trace of impurities splashing, fell silently. It exudes a burst of fragrance.

Mo Ye's hair stood up violently, and he broke out in a cold sweat in fright, and jumped to the side with an "ah", glanced at a residual light that escaped into the distance, and his gloomy gaze moved to the green willow.

Green willow has a smiling face, two thin lips lightly opened, and he muttered to himself again and again. "Mo Holy Friend Mo Qi, these four hundred and ninety-six Holy Friends are already Holy Shattered, and they are no longer saints in this realm. It is already a great miracle to be able to live a saint."

Mo Xie lowered his head and looked at the inky blue sky, and the hazy moonlight shone through the clouds like cicada wings, shining with a silver glow. Mo Xie sighed. "Green Saint Friend, don't kill my Holy Realm Sage again."

Mo Xie took out the Huicheng Crystal and was just about to crush it.

Qiliufeng Mountain shook the ground, and the wind carried a strange howl. The black-green wicker swayed, and the willow branches gurgled and made a truncating sound, sounding like a rattan whip. Swaying furiously, pulling and twisting each other, the willow branches twitched with the wind, the calm night, the faint mist, ripples, and the willow flowers trembled slightly with the wind. The fragrance of the earth soaks into the heart and spleen.

Mo Xie was frightened, and fled into the sky, standing in the silver mist-like moonlight, staring at the green willows swaying with a slender waist in amazement, with the slightest ripples, raising the clear skirt corners. The willow leaves fall, and a little bud pulls out from the branch, slowly stretching, and sucking into a small leafless willow branch.

"Mo Shengyou, I would like to take ten 10,000-year-old green willows, please send me back to the planting area" The willow silk like smoke and snow swayed with the wind in the cold air and the fragrance of the earth, although it was small like a green wave turning into the air, shaking out ten fingers of slender green willow roots like snow, carrying a thick earthy fragrance into Mo Ye's hands.

Mo Xie looked down at the turquoise willow roots, and a blinding phosphorescence flashed in his eyes. What have you become? Holy Dealer? Or Holy Dart Bureau. Why do you want to go to Zhicheng, what is there?

The green willow weeping branches, the catkins flying, exuding the fragrance of ice and jade. Seeing that Mo Ye did not echo. "Holy friend, I am the biggest nemesis of the cold blood ice crystal, with me following you, the cold blood ice crystal cannot make a mistake."

This sentence is said to be on the threshold of Mo Evil's heart, and the realm of Mo Evil is too low. The cold blood ice crystal fled to the Danhai Sea to settle down, and Desire, Bingjiu, and Coriander seemed to have nothing to do with it. Mo Xie shuddered every time he peeked at Danhai, and the cold blood ice crystal regarded Danhai as his home. Finger-pointing, full of spirit.

Mo Xie knew that Desire, Bing Jiu, and Coriander had been bribed by the Cold Blood Ice Crystal with Cold Ice Crystal and Jade Cold Ice Crystal, and they were all ready to refine the Cold Ice Crystal, so they had the intention to understand what the Cold Blood Ice Crystal looked like.

Mo Xie listened to the words of the green willow, even if there was no 10,000-year-old green willow root, Mo Ye had to take her. With the green willow and the cold blood ice crystal restraining each other, Mo Ye can also cultivate with peace of mind.

Mo Ye nodded, and a green shadow flew into the Danhai. Poof, ten thousand snow-white willow roots penetrate into the Danhai. Mo Ye felt the clouds and wind surging in the Danhai Sea, and his true qi swayed violently, and he had a feeling that he was about to break through the fourth order of the solid root. Frightened, Mo Ye sat in the night and breathed for a few moments.

Now is not the time to break through, Mo Xie has broken through the third order of the solid root for less than five years, and he really can't rush to break through. Bing Jiu returned to Danhai and broke through the second layer at a time. When I reached the fifth order of solid roots, I entered the terrible solid essence period, and Chengying was not around, how could it be good.

Mo Xie glanced inwardly at the chaotic Danhai, and crushed back to Chengjing with a wry smile. The white light flashed in front of me, and I stepped on the flower-scented flower and leaf bridge.

Hmm, hmm, dozens of chilling rays of cold light tore at Mo Ye's face. Mo Xie was stunned and muttered. "The ghost is not gone, how did I meet it again".

Mo Xie raised his frosty eyebrows, raised an eyebrow, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth grinned, glancing at the dozens of sages in the osmanthus forest. "Practice holy friends, I didn't play the 'small incense array'."

Lian Han saw Mo Xie jumping out of the Longying Cave Teleportation Bridge alone, his eyes jumped suddenly, the lightning bolt, the green tendons on Zhen's forehead swelled, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. "What is the way for the little saint to come from, he broke into Huafeng by himself, I said how I searched for three years, but I didn't find anyone."

"Yes, wait for you, Holy Friends go with you." Lian Han's grinning teeth were about to grind out.

"No effort". Mo Ye's body was full of stars, turning into a black light and flying towards Spring City.

In front of the antique green flower building, Mo Ye walked through the magnolia forest, but his divine consciousness wandered away in the osmanthus forest by the teleportation bridge ten miles away. Mo Xie left in a hurry, but his mind seemed to be caught by the devil, full of panic, his brows were tightly locked, and his pupils were full of horror.

When Mo Ye and Lian Han "raised the pole", a wisp of ghostly and cold divine consciousness tightly locked Mo Ye. Mo Xie thought it was the resentful divine consciousness of Lian Han and the others, and deliberately fought twice, and the divine consciousness constricted in a space of several miles, and he didn't even peek into the vicious divine consciousness that was floating on his body.

That wisp of vicious divine consciousness shrouded Mo Ye like smoke and mist, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing. When gathering, Mo Ye felt that his breathing became difficult, and his nose trembled. When it is scattered, if a sharp knife scrapes the bones, the skin of the face seems to be cut out of blood.

Mo Xie slowly sensed that he had lost in the voyeur sensing divine consciousness, the vicious divine sense peeping sensing divine consciousness was at least more than two hundred miles, and Mo Xie eighty miles of voyeuristic sensing divine consciousness could not catch the shadow of the vicious divine consciousness at all, but he could hear the ghostly heartbeat. (To be continued......)