With a breath and a breath, black flames burst into flames from the torn sack. In an instant, a black ring of fire devoured the stunned insect bodies of ten thousand claws and purple worms, and the two claw shadow chelated and struggled in the black flames, squeaking and squeaking one after another, and after a few terrible squeaks, a black flame jumped in the airspace.

The cold gas in the mountain area seemed to take away all the warmth, and the lush forest sank into the black ice waves, turning into a miserable black ice color, crackling and bursting with black mist. The whole mountain forest became dead silent, and the wind seemed to be frozen and condensed.

Two huge black and gray insect shadows stood hideously in the dead space, rigidly arranging in a terrifying, struggling, painful curled insect shape.

There was a sneer at the corner of Mo Ye's mouth, and he stood in the dark mountain area with a flutter, and with a slight wave, two blue light sword shadows cut through the black insect shadows, and the sword light gently slashed, and a burst of gray mist fluttered down, and four blue light and shadows escaped. A black light flashed between Mo Ye's hands, and two enlightenment beads and insect beads fell into his fingers.

Bursts of terrifying insect chirps came from the pearlescent light. "Dead saint, you imprison my soul, refining my soul bead will summon heaven."

Mo Ye's cold cheeks were covered with frost, and he said with a cold divine sense: "You have killed countless people of my clan, won't the heavens send you?"

The black rune light condensed on Mo Ye's fingertips, and he gently drew a few runes in the airspace, one finger and four beads, the squeaky scolding sound disappeared, and a trace of cold sweat condensed between Mo Ye's forehead, it turned out that the difficulty of the Enlightenment Beads and Insect Beads of the Forbidden High Realm, the perfection of Mo Ye's three major divine senses was so sad.

Mo Xie put away the Enlightenment Bead and the Worm Bead, and tapped the black fire shadow that was condensed in the airspace. Whoosh! The burning fire fell to Mo Xie's fingertips. Gazing carefully, the flame of yin and burning lightly ignited, looking like a flame, rather than a wisp of anger, like a form but invisible, like a flame but without a flame, like a flame but not burning. With the burning but not hot, with the cold but not cold.

Mo Xie used the forbidden knowledge slave to lure away the three ancestors of the dragonfly and approached the "Three Realms Mountain Domain", and the "Green Burning Armor" burst into a little green burning light, Mo Xie sighed and sighed, as Chang Yu said, the "Three Realms Domain" took a wrong step, as if he had stepped into the Five Elements Bagua Array, entered the door of death, and died step by step.

The phantom gradually became solid, and Mo Xie escaped into the "War Shadow Crystal Platform". Originally, he thought that the Condensation Realm was walking sideways in the wasteland, it didn't seem to be as simple as Mo Xie thought, the closer he got to the Three Realms City, the higher the realm of the cultivator. Mo Ye had already sensed that the petite holy shadow in the "Three Realms Mountain Domain" was condensing qi at the fourth order. What puzzled Mo Xie was what kind of technique this insect could use to transform into a saint without leaving a trace of the breath of a worm girl.

The "Three Realms Mountain Domain" must pass, and Mo Xie can only plan and pretend to be stupid and deceive the insect girl, which makes Mo Ye stunned. The flower vines sitting under the buttocks were not seen to be transformed by the insects, and Mo Xie was interested in the secret techniques refined by the two insects, and he had no intention of killing insects. Gradually, the meaning of killing insects is born.

Mo Xie put away the "Yin Burning Fire", and the four cold domains gradually lost their dark color, although thousands of trees withered and all grasses turned to ashes. But there is a faint green drill out of the black rock. Under the blazing sun, it shone with green pearles.

The vigorous and upright maple trees are dressed in red and flashing golden light. Clustered in the layers of foothills, like a burning flame, a piece of fiery red, the autumn wind passes, the maple leaves rustle, the golden light flashes, more and more gorgeous and colorful, Chu Chu moving. Pieces of maple fire leaves dyed the sky red, rendered the clouds, and dissolved in one color with the sky, reflecting each other, extremely beautiful.

A slope of maple forest, a slope of red leaves, a flame, a shadow of fire. In the uniform red of the fire, a broken maple shadow gradually condensed, and the red battle armor of the maple leaf became ragged, the clothes did not cover the body, and the armor did not block the chest, like a weak sick girl, the withered yellow maple leaf condensed the head, and the green and white face lost its blood color.

After a few sucks, he couldn't suck a hundred feet, and his legs were limp and he sat in the airspace. Slowly raised the flower pupils, the pupils shone with jade pearlescent light, and gently saluted Mo Ye. "Fenglan has seen the old man."

Mo Ye stared ten miles away, Ying Ying's weak fourth-order Saint Planter, and was a little shocked for a while, this domain is really the "Plantation Mountain Domain"?

With a flick of Mo Ye's fingertips, a crystal light flew into the green lips of the maple fence that wanted to flash powerlessly, and there was a roar in the maple fence demon bead, and the surging true qi instantly filled the bead. The dead leaves on the top of the maple fence trembled, like a raging flame burning and dancing in the hair.

Clusters of clusters, like a flame of red light from the hair ring burning, the whole body of the residual leaves and armor flashed bursts of red light, clean and coated with a layer of red paint as bright and smooth. A wisp of red rose up the cheeks of the maple rail, and the red light in the green looked even more enchanting. Two tears hung in the corners of his eyes.

For decades, the purple fly and ten thousand claws imprisoned the maple fence, drank the blood, ate the leaves, gnawed the plant, and smoked the true qi, and the maple fence became a stump and a ruined body, and lived a life that was worse than death.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the maple column was transformed into a holy form, and the saint-eaters were transformed into a demon body. Hundreds of thousands, rampant in the mountains of the Zhi tribe to kill saints, insects, bullying people are not limited to thousands of people. Now it has only ended up like this.

The first-order saint who worshiped Mo Evil Condensation Qi was also forced by the form, and he worshipped against his heart to seek a way out. How Mo Ye fought with the purple fly and ten thousand claws, Feng Lan didn't see it, but he saw it in his eyes by swinging his sword and killing the two big insects of the Expanding Realm. Unexpectedly, Mo Xie could help him recover his depleted true qi.

"Feng Zhiyou, don't be surprised, come and talk." Mo Xie smiled faintly and returned the salute to Fenglan.

Maple Bar is as docile as a cat. pursed his soft and damp green lips, although his sad eyes were a little stunned, he twisted his waist lightly and fled to the place in front of Mo Xie.

The sage and the planter sucked in their spells, and the maple column and Mo Xie did not know each other, and they could escape so close, which showed that Mo Xie had no aversion to them.

"Is Zhi Lao thinking about going to the mountains and going to the 'Three Realms City'?" Maple Lan asked with a smile as he straightened out the somewhat messy maple leaves.

"Exactly, Feng Zhiyou doesn't know how to avoid the insect domain, and the day by day war, Mo Xie also feels bored." Mo Xie smiled, please sit down and rest.

"Zhi Lao doesn't know the 'direction of the wind in the Three Realms'?" Feng Lan was so shocked that Hua Pupil stared into a small bell, and his small mouth was not closed when he spoke, as if the voice was rolling out of the stiff jade tongue.

"Wind direction of the Three Realms"? Mo Xie glared at his eyes and shook his head gently. What is the "Wind Direction of the Three Realms", Mo Ye has never heard of it, he has only talked about the "Three Realms Wasteland" with the long and Lingding insects, and then it is all the way to fight and kill, and there is no chance, and there is no chance to ask about the wasteland.

"Zhi Lao doesn't know the 'Three Realms Wind Direction', how dare he break into the 'Three Realms Wasteland'?" Feng Lan was stunned by Mo Ye's demeanor, and spoke eloquently.

The ghosts of the "Ten Thousand Souls Barren Tomb" can't help but be in the barren mound, and the ghosts are also very strange within tens of millions of miles outside the mound, and the most strange thing is the "Wind of the Wasteland". This wind is said to be the wind, but it is only the consensus reached by the cultivators of the three clans, and it is determined to be the wind. What is it, the three clans have no saint care, mainly because they have not attracted the attention of the great sage of the holy clan. Among the monks of the three clans, only the Sage was the most intelligent, and the Holy Domain was far away from the Wasteland, and there was no territory bordering the Wasteland

The "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Tomb" is really in the domain of the Planters and the Zerg, and the two clans are in constant turmoil, although they are not in the "Three Realms Wasteland" war, they are also in the territory of the war. He had the heart to study the things of the wasteland.

It is not without reason that the two clans left the "Three Realms Wasteland" war, the main reason is the "Wind of the Wasteland", which seems to be windless, but often changes the direction of the ground, the morning is the mountain, the afternoon is the forest, the night is the lake, and the morning is the stone. The changes are different, one domain changes, one mountain changes. It is difficult to tell whether the wasteland you are stepping into is a mountain or a stone area.

Although it is the domain of the Three Realms, the three tribes of plants, insects and saints are divided, but they are changed under the tide of the "Wind Direction of the Three Realms". Once a cultivator breaks into the "Three Realms Desolate Domain", the "Wind Direction of the Three Realms" changes, sometimes the Three Realms are the Plant Domain, and sometimes the Three Realms are the Insect Domain. Or two saints, one worm, two worms and one plant. The changes are very strange.

Although I don't know what the saint induces, I know that there are sages who have broken into the "Three Realms Wasteland", and because of the change in the "Three Realms Wind Direction", it will cause wars and chaos in the "Three Realms Wasteland". Now, the entire wasteland is in flames.

It's okay for the same clan to meet and whitewash the peace, but they will attack other domains, causing a war in the Three Realms. The probability of this kind is much smaller, but once it happens, it will definitely cause wars in several wastelands, countless casualties among cultivators, and it is reasonable for major cultivators to be killed and imprisoned.

There is a high probability that two fellow clans will meet in one domain, and it is inevitable to cause a war within the realm, and it is not surprising that the war will affect other domains, depending on the combat power of the cultivator. If the strong join forces, I am afraid that the scourge of war will affect more than one or two domains. Fenglan was captured because the purple worm met with the insect friend who was polished tens of thousands of years ago, causing the war in the "Three Realms Mountain Domain".

Fenglan mistakenly regarded Zi Nan as a friend of the same clan, and when he was cutting down Ten Thousand Claws, he fell into the trick of the Purple Fly and Ten Thousand Claws, and was captured alive, which was a great shame for the Fourth Order Great Planter of the Transformation Saint. Feng Lan said that the green and tender little face was red to the base of his neck, and his voice was a little choked, and he became speechless.

Mo Xie was dumbfounded, motionless, staring at his eyes in a daze. His eyes were glazed and his eyes were fixed. The eyelids forgot to blink, and all I could hear was shaking my head.

Mo Xie didn't expect that his entry into the "Three Realms Wasteland" caused such a big mess, not only triggering the ghostly "Wind of the Wasteland", but also causing the boundless war in the Chaos Domain, the original "Three Realms Balance" was broken, and the realms that the Three Realms saw and couldn't see were all in battle at this time.

Mo Ye looked at the depressed Fenglan, his coquettish expression was full of worry and sadness. Mo Xie sighed helplessly, hoping that it was not himself who caused the war in the Three Realms. How could it be that only one saint entered the "Three Realms Wasteland" that provoked the big one, and there would be countless saints, planters, and insects who were stirring up the situation.

Mo Ye no longer cares about who is so lacking in virtue to trigger the "Three Realms Wind Direction". Three key questions come to mind. Blinking his black pupils a few times, he wanted to ask with a smile, looked at Feng Lan's expression, and asked with a solemn look: "Feng Zhiyou doesn't know when the 'Three Realms Wind Direction' will be triggered"?

Feng Lan pursed his lips bitterly, looked at Mo Ye's question, and shook his head helplessly, what a stupid saint. "Planting old, ninety-nine years ago". (To be continued......)