The withered old priest wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. He muttered hoarsely. "Mo Shengyou, don't be weird, I have no hope of returning to the Holy Realm, when I was in the Holy Realm, I saw through the ugly faces of the Sages, I was tired of you deceiving me among the Sages, and now I am trapped in a foreign cage, with no fixed date of life and no fixed time of death, and I can't help but miss the Holy Land. I really didn't expect that in the mouth of the holy friends, the holy place is so beautiful and the holy feelings are so true."

The saints listened to the words of the old saint, and the tears fell to the ground one by one, and the crystal tears rolled into beads on the foundation stone of the black ink, and flowed away with a swish.

Listen to the sound of crying faintly. The grief shook Mo Xie's bones trembling, the hard object was blocked in his heart, the stem was in his throat, and the rolling tears swirled in his eyes. Choked up, not knowing how to respond. The heart is sly, like a sharp and ruthless flower blade, one blade, one blade, one drop, cutting, cutting and cutting the bleeding heart.

The withered old man's stagnant eyes were full of blood and tears, sigh, hey, dripping, and his throat was dry and hoarse for a long time. "Mo Shengyou, tell me something sad, how you got here."

Mo Xie's heart fluttered, sad things, what to say, think about how many things there are. Mo Xie talked intermittently, telling all the tragic things that he encountered in the Planting Domain.

In recent decades, the "Blood Flower Forest" has come and gone thousands of planters, bringing a lot of shocking news, and the most exciting thing for all the planters is the story of the "Shadowless Saint", "Remnant Flower Saint", and "Cold-blooded Cruel Saint" Mo Ye in the Zhiyu area. Every time a sage brings news, whether it is true or not, all the sages forget their injuries, forget their pain, forget that they are in a cage, and exclaim the name of Mo Xie, and they are sad.

Now that they heard Mo Xie personally talk about the secret of the planting domain, the saints simply didn't expect that the planting domain would be like this. Those good things that have been circulated are just a trivial matter in Mo Ye's mouth, and they have been brought in one bite, and they are said lightly and listened to heartwarming.

The withered old saint suddenly gave an alarm sound. "The hour is almost up."

The dim crystal light slowly extinguished, and there was no light in the darkness of the "Blood Flower Forest", only a subtle creaking sound moved from near and far. The Mo Evil God recognized the wriggling holy body. The sourness of the heart, a faint trace of pride stirred in the heart.

The "Blood Flower Forest" was silent, sinking like death, and bursts of bloody breath diffused from the Blood Flower Forest. Thicker and thicker. Xun Mo Xie's body turned over the river and the sea, pulling his stomach, he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit, stretching his neck and only stalking.

The hot breath is getting heavier and heavier, and the "Blood Flower Forest" is like falling into a steamer. The beads of sweat on Mo Xie's body were dripping, and there was just a trace of wetness in the holy clothes, and with a hiss, it seemed to have fallen into a furnace. The beads of sweat disappeared before they could even melt away, followed by a dry and hot holy robe attached to the body, and the fire burned the skin.

Mo Xie wanted to run the cold qi to resist the scorching heat, but the "Spiritual Imperial Technique" couldn't run at all. Mo Xie is bitter this time. After a while, his lips were chapped and white, and he stretched his neck and swallowed dryly.

The flowers of the "Blood Flower Forest" were prickly and creaked away. A blinding glow shot through a narrow crack in the tree into the "Blood Flower Forest".

"Get out of here, let the wind go". A vicious roar came in, and the crack in the tree grew a little wider. Only one saint can be allowed to walk out.

Mo Ye's spirit was lifted, and the warm and cool breath flowed into the "Blood Flower Forest". Only then did Mo Xie notice that inside the "Blood Flower Forest" was a low bloody thorn frame, with countless red mangs growing downward, and a dazzling red light was condensed on the tips of the mangs. Occasionally, a drop of blood slowly flowed to the tip and disappeared in a flash. It seems to suck into the thorn instantly.

The thorns of the "Blood Flower Forest" were so low that they could only make the sage bow his back and bend his legs. As soon as he raised his head slightly, the sharp thorns instantly pierced the sage's skull, and with a hiss, the sage's body trembled slightly, shaking from his feet to his head like waves, and his eyes seemed to be sucked into the sockets.

With a heart-rending howl, the holy body slowly left the ground, a burst of tearing sound sounded, the holy clothes were broken one by one, and the gray-black holy body cracked out a thin blood slag, after the sharp light, the blood slag left a white line, and the cracked skin slowly closed, as if the spikes had not been crossed.

The Sage slowly slid towards the "Blood Flower Forest" from head to leg, and could faintly see countless flower vines stretching out towards the Holy Body, wrapping the naked Holy Body little by little, and with a howl, the Sage disappeared into the "Blood Flower Forest".

Dripping, a drop of blood, fell from the crack in the sharp light of the "Blood Flower Forest". The bones rolled along the black-lacquered foundation without a trace. A long sigh. "Wang He, you are too tall."

Mo Xie glanced back at the "Blood Flower Forest", in the dim glade, hundreds of sages, sitting, lying on their stomachs and moving outward, only the withered old sage, holding a bone staff, bent over, his whole body pressed on the bone staff, moving his body a little.

Mo Xie struggled to prop up his weak and collapsed legs, and his knees hurt as if they were broken. Mo Ye stretched out his soft noodle-like hand, supported the holy body as heavy as a mountain, and moved out on his knees.

"That's right, don't be reckless." The withered old saint, seeing Mo Ye kneeling and moving outward, gasped and said.

Mo Xie grinned bitterly, and said in his heart. "I want to stand up, this leg doesn't obey the call"!

"Hurry up, they're all dead." A wolf's roar sounded from outside the "Blood Flower Forest".

A dazzling sunlight shone so brightly that Mo Xie squinted his eyes, and he couldn't open them even if he wanted to.

"Yo! I'm here to refine my body today." Outside the "Blood Flower Forest", there were dozens of Shadow Transformation Realm planters, with big Dan flowers on their heads, trembling with flower branches in amazement.

Mo Ye looked at the planter who was about to die with a smile, Danhai was not sealed, and he could kill several plants with a single hand.

A pink flower flashed, and the flower-shaped leaves hit Mo Xie's chest heavily, tom. Mo Xie came after a few hundred rolls over, lying on the cornerstone close to the "Blood Flower Forest".

"Desire, what are you doing, Dan Lao has just assigned a sage, do you want to destroy it?" a plant girl shouted sharply, followed by a burst of reproach.

Mo Ye slowly got up, the corners of his mouth bloodshot, and stared angrily at the noisy planter. A burst of blood welled up in his throat. "Wow, wow". Mo Ye spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Since entering the Holy Realm, Mo Ye didn't know when he had vomited blood, but now, with a heavy blow, Mo Ye felt a burst of vertigo.

"According to the rules, who will use the 'New Refining Body' first this time?" a jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi asked in a low voice.

"It's her turn, and today she traveled with the patriarch and didn't return." The purple danhua plant girl on her head whispered.

The jade-faced flower allows the planters to look at the planters. "Catch the Shadow of Blood".

The jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi's voice did not fall. Dozens of planters were silent, staring at the jade-faced Huarong Zhishi with their green and tender faces, and a few teeth chattering came to Mo Ye's ears.

Mo Xie slowly opened his tendony eyes, the pink light flashed in front of him, his thighs were wet, followed by a heart-piercing pain, from his thighs to his whole body, as if the flesh of his heart had been pulled off. With a crisp sound, Mo Evil Tooth gritted and made a crisp sound. The green tendons on his forehead bulged into earthworms, and sweat poured down like rain.

Mo Xie's limp hand grabbed his thigh. I saw a foot-long blood mark on Mo Xie's thigh, gurgling and bubbling with blood. In an instant, the whole leg was soaked in blood. Mo Xie clutched the bloody leg tightly, his face twitched distortedly, his teeth clenched, and his body trembled. A pair of swarthy eyes full of resentment stared at the jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi.

The jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi had an extra foot-long piece of flesh in his hand, and his face was hideous with a cold smile. Holding the blood, soft, warm and sudden strips of flesh, gently rubbed it, the flesh turned into a blood crystal the size of a jujube.

Dozens of crystalline flower vines flew into the airspace, and the hundreds of saints who moved out of the "Blood Flower Forest" let out a heart-rending howl, rolling on the ground in pain.

The withered old saint crutched on the bone staff, grinned, looked down at the long bloody gap, stretched out the withered branch hand, and lightly touched it. The blood flow in the bloody thighs stopped. He hissed and pulled down a few strips of silk from his body, and the bone staff rested on his chest. Two pairs of skinny hands trembled and bandaged the bloody legs.

Bursts of blood qi permeated the gray cornerstone, and hundreds of blood crystals were condensed in front of the jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi. "Fellow Planters, a hundred Blood Shadow Beads are here, whoever catches that one will take that holy slave to the 'War Shadow Crystal Platform' to condense the spell."

The planters were silent, staring closely at the brightest one among the hundreds of blood shadow beads.

Hundreds of blood shadow beads flew into a chaotic airspace in a flash. Dozens of vines followed and shot into the airspace.

In the chaotic airspace, there was a burst of lightning and thunder, and dozens of flower shadows stretched out their sharp leaf thorn flower claws, grabbing the blood shadow beads that flew irregularly in the airspace.

Mo Xie gritted his teeth in pain, bandaged his bloody leg like a withered old saint, a layer of silk strips of holy clothes were entangled, and the blood that flowed out was strangely surging towards the bloody wound. After a few sucks, Mo Xie's bloody thigh was left with only a long tear, as if it had been accidentally cut, but it didn't hurt the skin. There was a foot-long bloody wound, and there was not a single scratch on the bronzed skin.

Mo Ye's eyes turned, and he was busy stretching his thighs with silk strips. His eyes flashed strangely, his head bowed, and he was paralyzed half-dead.

The withered old saint squinted his eyes and casually glanced at Mo Xie, his gray-brown gaze fixed on Mo Ye's legs, and turned to other places. Slowly moving towards the other wailing sages, he bowed his back and gently tapped his bloody legs.

Ji'er looked up at the dozens of green lightning bolts in the chaotic airspace, shuttling through the gray sky, shaking his head helplessly. Mo Ye's blood shadow bead is the strongest, and dozens of planters will not give up lightly, this battle may allow all the saints to escape today.

The jade-faced flower Rong Zhishi's face is green, and the realm of dozens of clan planters is almost the same, and the techniques are roughly the same, and it is difficult to distinguish between high and low who is weak and who is strong. It depends on who condenses the essence blood of the Sage who is purer and more refined.

The green lightning flew around in the chaotic space, and the arc network line, stretching out the slender green claws, grabbed a blood-colored shadow bead, the shadow bead seemed to contain infinite power, in the rolling thunder, flickering east and west, flickering and flickering, coming and going freely between the cracks of dozens of green claws. (To be continued......)