Mo Xie walked along the black line for ten days, and his heart became interested again. Mo Xie didn't believe that in the vast 100,000 miles of airspace, the plant domain could be defended everywhere.

Looking around, on the wide mountain flat dam, an inconspicuous hill lies quietly among the continuous mountains, the canopy is straight, the grass is verdant, the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, the fragrance is fragrant, and the heart is refreshing.

The color of Cangshan is impregnated with green and fragrant charm. There are only green ridges, a few powerless old trees, standing on the hill with their necks crooked. I don't know how many years of wind and rain have passed, and half of the branches and leaves have dried up and fallen under the old tree.

Mo Xie Divine Consciousness circled, laughed twice, his figure flashed, and he escaped into the forest, deviating from the path indicated by the black line.

"Ungrateful grass" shook wildly on Mo Ye's head, as if he wanted to pull out the roots and flee for his life. Helplessly, a few broken leaves shook off several residual leaves, and they could not escape the shackles of black armor. In an instant, the broken leaves were harvested into leaf balls, and they lay tightly on Mo Ye's bald head.

The "Returning Grass" in Mo Ye's hand, with a flash of green light, collected the leaf crystal diagram. The body shrunk into a miniature grass, and several rings of long-leaf shields stood outside the body. I haven't eaten pork, have you ever seen a pig run? What the Purple Leaf Old Plant Saint said was really not for fun. "Returning to the root grass" wanted to scold his mother, but he didn't dare to scold, and that wisp of planting holy remnants made him tremble.

On the forest hill, Mo Xie just showed his head. In the withered and old trees on the hill, wisps of transparent pale yellow light were reflected, and the yellow mangs were like ghosts from the shade trees, dragging long, unpredictable shadows. Slashed at Mo Xie's bare green bag head.

The blood light flashed, and Mo Ye escaped from the top tree, condensing the blood shield. The blood shield emitted a dark red blood light, like a hedgehog with spikes on its head, blocking Mo Ye's body.

Poof, Huang Mang turned into a million dead leaf knives and slashed towards the blood shield and blood light thorns. Dense blood light thorns, making a sound and shutting sound. The blood shield snapped and shattered, and in an instant. Exploded into a clear air and disappeared into the airspace.

Mo Xie's body slammed backwards, and the holy body shook out a hundred feet away with a powerful spell shock wave. Mo Xie clutched his chest tightly, and a vicious aura rushed through his throat.

Mo Ye lifted his deformed face in pain, and looked at the yellow shadow light that continued to transform, and behind the light, there were two phantom plant girls, and a half-real and half-paralyzed old planter. The old planter stood tremblingly on the low hill with the dead branches that had fallen half of the branches. tilted his head and looked at Mo Ye with half-squinted eyes. The yellow mangs of the Dao Dao were condensed from the eyes of the old planters.

"Third Order of the Soul Transformation Realm"? Mo Xie took a breath of cool air, and secretly screamed in his heart. The Soul Transformation Realm is equivalent to the Saint Clan's cultivation realm, and it is not difficult to break through Mo Xie's blood shield by practicing the magic techniques in this realm.

Mo Ye took a few deep breaths, calming the true air flow tumbling in the Danhai Sea, and condensed the Heart-Breaking Sword from his fingertips.

"Thousands of miles of concentration, a sword to break the heart". Mo Xie recited the mantra. Unleash the strongest spell. One Sword Breaking Heart is a second-kill technique practiced by the fourth order of Mo Xie Gugen, and it can be sucked within a thousand miles, which is ten times faster than ordinary techniques.

A blood sword took shape in an instant, and the red light flashed. Swept past the yellow mang, which had flown halfway, and slashed at the half-dead old planter.

With a buzz, a wooden shield flew out of the old planter's head, and he didn't wait to put it down. The Heartbreaker Sword flashed with cold light, slashing at the mini wooden shield. The half-dead old planter snorted, and his body sank. A fork on his head was cut out of a white sword mark. A drop of green slurry slowly seeped out of the sword marks.

The half-dead old planter, his cracked face twisted, stretched out his trembling withered hands, wiped off the green liquid on the branches, brought it to his mouth, licked off the liquid with his sharp tongue in vain, and stared at Mo Ye coldly with dead wood eyes.

Huang Mang pierced the blood shield again, Mo Xie was like a big black butterfly, flying away from the blood shield, his head was buzzing with shock, and the ghost of the old planter and the two planters was shaking in front of him.

Mo Xie chuckled in his heart, the Heart-Breaking Sword only cut through the branches and skins of the old planter, and did not seriously damage the old planter at all, on the contrary, his bones were broken by the two spells of the planter.

The blood escaped, and the heart-breaking sword could not move, concentrating. Mo Xie sighed, worthy of the saying that "one skill breaks a hundred techniques" among foreign races.

Mo Xie patted the holy bag, wanting to take out the "extinguishing the fire", but his hand flicked twice on the holy bag, and then retracted. Desire repeatedly advised. "In the Plant, no holy weapon shall be used."

The plant clan, each plant has its own secret arts, and never uses holy weapons. Once there is a holy weapon fighting in the planting domain, it will definitely be an invasion of the Holy Clan, which will attract the Great Planter of the Planting Clan.

The eyebrows of the old Zhishi of the tree condensed, and Huang Mang slashed at the stunned Mo Ye again.

Mo Xie's body moved, not retreating, but advancing, an invisible aura flashed into the airspace, and the half-dead old planter froze on the hill with a terrifying smile.

Mo Xie escaped in front of Lao Zhisheng twice, raised his legs, and kicked Lao Zhisheng forward with a whirlwind leg of the puppet realm. With a wicked smile, he pinched the little face of the phantom of the yellow shirt, retracted his hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed. Muttered in his mouth. "It looks like a shadow, but it feels delicate."

The words fell, Mo Evil Fire fled into the forest like a burning ass, and escaped back to the route designated by Ye Jingtu with a suck, reciting a mysterious incantation, and escaped without a trace.

The old planter's body moved, arched his back like an insect, and slowly got up. shook the head of the branch that was a little dizzy, looked at the two immobile plant girls ten zhang away, blinked his eyes, covered his aching stomach, and realized the plant within three hundred miles. That ghostly, unruly planter has long since disappeared.

Old Planter really wants to catch Stinky Planter and ask himself how he flew out. The old plant didn't figure it out, as if there was a broken circuit in his head, there were only two field shadows. One is that Xiao Zhishi flew forward a hundred feet, and the other is that he got up from the ground by himself, and he didn't remember what happened in the middle.

After more than ten inhales, the two phantom plant girls slowly raised their hands and rubbed their aching cheeks for some reason. "Ahh Only then did I find that the Holy Ancestor of Zhi in his hand flew more than ten zhang away, and the old face with ravines and ravines changed color back and forth. "Plant the Holy Ancestor, where is the small reverse planting"?

Old Planter shook his head with a wry smile. "When he goes to Songcheng, he will become a great weapon."

A gray light flashed, and on the inconspicuous hill, there was a withered and unshapedly tree, a branch that fell obliquely on the hillside, a shallow white mark, shining green and white in the scorching sun.

In the shadow of the green tree, Mo Ye was in a good mood, although he was hit twice by the half-dead old plant demon, he still felt tightness in his chest, at least he found a spell to deal with the Zhi clan.

"Trapped Body Technique", the technique of the first-order cultivation of Mo Evil Solid Root. At that time, Mo Xie peeped into the divine sense of no more than ten miles, and he could imprison ten sucks of the sage of the spiritual movement period within ten miles, five sucks of the sage of the Thousand Zhang's Inner Solid Root Realm, and one suck of the Sage of the Cultivation Realm within a hundred zhang.

Now that Mo Xie has reached five hundred miles of sensing divine consciousness, he has actually trapped the old planter of the Transformation Shadow Realm within a thousand zhang, Mo Xie did not dare to wait any longer, and fled without his life. Otherwise, I really want to see how long I can be imprisoned.

The black shadow like the iron ridge of the chaotic mountain is extremely visible. Mo Xie looked down at the black lines that swirled back and forth on Ye Jingtu, and faintly felt the mystery of the Dangchao Mountain Range.

Mo Xie retracted the head of the barnyard grass stretched out outside the branches of the tree, and the mountain was close in front of him. Lust said. "Ten mountains in the planting domain, there are several great planters in the fixed formation realm in the mountains, you must be extra careful when crossing the mountains, if you find out that you are a holy clan, if you anger these old immortals, you will crush the holy body and bury it under the root of the body as fertilizer."

Regardless of whether what Desire said was true or not, Mo Xie didn't dare to make a mistake, and entered the chaotic mountain area along the black line in a regular manner. Tired rest also sit on the designated tree tree.

Mo Xie God sensed this forest and was surprised. This is a miscellaneous tree, including a tree of jawra, a red beech, a light yellow chestnut tree, and a cool stick tree, some of which have fruits like grapes, branches and leaves like coral, and some with fiery red tongues and dark green eyes.

Mo Xie found out that there were planters resting in this forest, not only himself, but also hundreds of them. Mo Ye's face changed. "Damn, why didn't you find anything just now"?

The thick branch near Mo Xie shook, and a tender silk vine head stretched out of the smooth bark, followed by a faint figure staring on the branch. Giggling. "Oh my God, it's a mess."

After the silk vine plant was amazed, the loofah looked at Mo Ye with a long crooked face. The hanging silk eyes swept around Mo Ye's face. The most dear eyes were fixed on the long barnyard grass with broken branches and leaves on Mo Ye's head. smiled and saluted Mo Ye. "The Holy Friends are honored, and they have suffered no less along the way."

Mo Xie didn't want to talk to the plant demon, but when he saw the silk vine and the plant saluting, he had to return the salute. "Momoyo, I'm in trouble when I'm in the Sanctuary."

"Oh, branch of the lily family, respectable. However, the portrait of Zhiyou is all the rage in the Holy Land." Silk Man's hanging eyes glanced at Mo Ye's face.

Mo Xie's heart sank, and he cursed in his heart. "Damn, last time I changed my face, I didn't transform into a plant, and after planting 'ungrateful grass' on my head, I forgot about it."

"Zhiyou, admit your mistake, I have been cultivating in the mountains all year round, and I have never been involved in the world." Mo Ye's face became gloomy.

"Oh, Bai Zhiyou is not angry, in Xia Sirong, the loofah clan is secretly spying in the Holy Clan, and Zhiyou is also waiting here for the family to receive the secret envoy"? The long melon face has inherited a bit of the bloodline of the loofah family.

The surname of the Zhi family is a family of its own, and most of them are based on the ancestral lineage of each family, and the surname is from the Ming family. The people of Mo evil retribution, Si Rong naturally knew that he was a lily clan. But no matter how you look at Mo Ye's face, it is not like the bloodline of the hundred families, but like the saint Mo Ye who has been in a uproar in the Holy Realm recently.

Mo Xiana knew the secret matter of the surname of the Zhi clan, and casually reported the commonly used pronouns of the holy clan. I didn't expect to meet such a shrewd agent of the Zhi Clan. If Mo Xie had reported that he had "forgotten" his surname, Si Rong would have disappeared with a pat on his buttocks.

Mo Xie snorted coldly, which was regarded as a sound. Suddenly remembered Sirong's words. "Family Secret Envoy, what kind of place is this"?

The divine consciousness was released for a thousand miles, peeking at the outside of the Dangchao Mountain and whispering. Mo Ye was secretly shocked in his heart. In this mixed forest, there are thousands of trees, and among the trees, there are thousands of flowers and plants. In the shade of the trees and the shadows of the grass, there are scattered plant demons with different headdresses. (To be continued......)