One old and one young, one standing in the airspace and shedding tears, the other standing in the black water and wailing. The forbidden slave outside the light path was dumbfounded, lying on the transparent light mask, staring at the bean-sized eyes, grinning with thick ice lips, and his face was almost flattened. "It's over, it's over, it's all crying."

Miao Meng threw off the mud on his face, wiped his painted face, and a slippery white line flowed through the dense crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, dripping down his slightly sunken eye sockets, and flushing away the mud balls on his face that looked like black spots and bamboos.

Miao Meng's crying is really crying, the grief from the heart, washing away the traces left by countless years, involving the vicissitudes of the world and the pain of the decline of the holy land. It is real pain, and behind the clay face of pain has swallowed tears that other saints cannot know, and if the stone can shed tears, it will be felt.

Mo Xie's crying can be regarded as being moved by his true feelings, as if he is gray today, as if he is about to start a nameless grench with Miao Meng's state of mind, Mo Xie's mood is even more inexplicably sad, and he has a headache when he thinks of such a thing.

After Miao Meng howled a few times, he picked up the black muddy water and washed his face, shook his clothes and fled into the air, smoothed out the wrinkled holy clothes, looked at Mo Ye affectionately with tears in his eyes, looked up and down, and his tearful gray eyes flashed with a look of surprise.

Miao Meng is not a fool, and a fool can't live now, although he worships the young master and cries the holy land, he has feelings. Whether the young master is worth worshipping or not, he knows it in his heart. With the help of no external objects in the "Three-Eyed Divine Light", he can take the next blow, and he is afraid that there is no holy energy defense in the same realm.

The "Three-Eyed Divine Light" is the ethereal fame inheritance of the ancestor, and only the disciples of the inheritance above the Holy Land Condensation can cultivate. In order to carry the centuries of ethereal peaks, the inheritance spectrum is set, and after entering the condensation realm, the disciples should choose the best to inherit the ethereal inheritance of the ancestor.

Each level of condensation is tried once in a hundred years, and the top ten sages of the same level grant the ancestor a inheritance technique. Those who bestow more inheritances can compete with the young master for the lord of the holy land when they are at the sixth order of condensation. For hundreds of thousands of years, those who have reached the sixth order of condensation can obtain two inheritances, and they are already the best in the Holy Land. Miao Meng was fortunate to participate in the competition of the same realm and the same level when he was in the fourth order of condensation, and obtained the inheritance of this technique. This technique has always been a secret technique of Miao Meng's strength over the same level.

A little airspace in the Miao League. Put away the "Three-Eyed Eye Mask". "The young master is frightened, Miao Meng doesn't know the identity of the young master, don't be surprised. Please go to the village for a while."

Mo Xie was silent and nodded lightly. Bang, the forbidden slave escaped to Mo Ye's side, glaring at the soybean. "Master, which of you two beat someone to cry first, and whoever cries first."

Miao Meng and Mo Ye's faces couldn't help but turn red, this matter was originally a private matter between the two saints, and they were forbidden to know the slave to say this. It's a little unbearable. "Snow slaves must not talk nonsense".

The forbidden slave glared. "Master, I'm not talking nonsense, I just saw it lying on the mask."

Phantom Mo Ye really has no way to deal with this forbidden knowledge slave, the forbidden knowledge slave is a magic spirit, and the magic is in Mo Xie's true body, and it is dominated by Mo Xie's divine consciousness and is similar to the phantom. Only the magic spirit has a stronger ability to be autonomous, and the phantom is completely controlled by the Mo Evil Divine Consciousness, and every move is the embodiment of the Mo Evil Consciousness. Divine consciousness can know thousands of miles, and phantoms can condense thousands of miles. It's just that the forbidden slave doesn't think so. Just when the phantom is the same as himself, he is a sorcerer.

Mo Xie no longer cares about breaking his mouth and forbids slaves. "Miao Chuangong envoy please".

Miao Meng glanced at the strange forbidden slave, and he only regarded him as the young master's pro-slave, so he didn't hide his mouth like this. Ignored it. Anyway, his face is black, red, green, and he can't tell the difference, unlike the young master, who is red to the root of his ears. "Young Lord Please".

Miao Meng and Mo Ye fell into the small island crisscrossed by paddy fields. Walking quietly on the black mud path, the freshness of the mountains and wilderness comes to your face, and the smell of earth, paddy fields, rice seedlings, and wild flowers and wild grass are mixed with the fragrance of bursts of fragrance. rushed into Mo Ye's snort, as if inhaling the smell of earth, exuding the faint fragrance of drunkenness.

The white waves and fog accompanied the road at the end of the field, and the faint village shadow shrouded in thick fog. There seems to be an artistic conception of "the sun is heavy and the fog is not over, and the village will be clear". A gust of wind blew, and the fog was clear in the village.

Lush trees surround the red brick and white tile stone houses, the cobblestone village road bends in the shadow of the light mist trees, and occasionally, you can faintly hear the melodious sound of the piano, which makes the village so quiet and elegant.

A bubbling river, tinkling through the village, hitting the rocks, crashing between the wickers, flying out of the waves, sprinkled on the fine sand by the river. On both sides of the river, there are rows of scattered flowers and weeping willows, which meet the clear water and blue sky, and a simple stone shadow building among the green trees and jungles.

Miao Meng took Mo Ye around a few times, around a few times, as if he intended to take Mo Ye to see the scenery of the small village, several sages saw Miao Meng with a strange saint, first stunned, busy with a big bow. "I've seen the Dharma Protector".

Miao Meng smiled embarrassedly at Mo Xie. "The young master is not strange, these are all ethereal disciples, and now they only know Miao Meng, but they don't know the young master."

Mo Xie smiled, but Miao Meng's waist card was obviously a "messenger", but now he has become a "Dharma protector", and the Tao made Mo Xie a little puzzled.

"Cen Feng, go and recall Weng Di, Xuanhe's envoys, Yanbei and Zeji's patrol envoys, and let them go in advance to attack the insect domain. Then gather all the disciples to the Ethereal Building." Miao Meng commanded, and it seemed that Miao Meng was also organizing the Sage to use force against the Zerg.

Miao Meng looked back and smiled at Mo Xie. "Young master, when you first arrived, there are some things that I will command first."

Mo Ye nodded, this Miao League's etiquette is comprehensive, and he can't see that he is just a farming saint. "Miao Chuangong envoy arranges by himself".

Miao Meng's black-streaked face was entangled, as if he had something to say and stopped, and he choked to death if he didn't want to say it. After clearing his throat a few times, his black face flushed a little, and he said in a low voice: "The young master gives me some face and calls me the Dharma Protector."

When Mo Xie heard this, he seemed to understand. The forbidden slave stretched out his ears and raised his shadowless eyebrows, baring his teeth. "When you hear it, you will pass on the merits, and you still want to be famous, are you polite?"

Miao Meng's black face turned red, and this time it was a shame to be a forbidden slave. The grinning black lines were filled with red light. Hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, don't worry, young master."

Mo Xie frowned and glared fiercely at the forbidden slave. The "Thunder Swallowing God Thorn" is forged and refined in the "War Shadow Crystal Platform", and there is no "Thunder Swallowing", and there is nothing to seal this forbidden slave's broken mouth. If the "Thunder God Thorn" is there, I am afraid that the forbidden slave has already been shut up. "Xue Nu, you don't want to enter the Battle Shadow Crystal Platform to accompany 'Thunder Swallowing'."

The corners of the forbidden slave's mouth grinned sharply, his mouth was pulled into a crescent moon, and the soybean's eyes widened several times, covered his nose, and ran to the river with the chain crystal hammer. "Master, you talk about yours, do I see fish in the river"?

Mo Ye smiled embarrassedly. "Don't be surprised by the Miao Protector, this slave has made the young master spoiled."

Miao Meng smiled awkwardly, ahhhhh Just when Mo Xie refers to himself. "Young Lord Please".

Miao Meng led Mo Ye along the willow shade by the river, facing the faint fragrance of rice flowers blown by the breeze, floating into the river, floating to the village, and snorting. Miao Meng and Mo Ye walked onto the small stone arch bridge. Miao Meng smiled and pointed to the rice fields by the bridge. "Young Master, this is the most fragrant holy rice I have planted, which I brought from the puppet realm."

Mo Xie took a deep breath of rice incense. "Where is the ancestral home of Miao Protector in the puppet realm"?

"Young master, Miao League is a puppet realm and a great rejuvenation of the country." Miao Meng sighed softly, seemingly evoking too many memories.

"I am Shangqiu Country, and we are close neighbors." Mo Xie smiled bitterly.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the young master is also a puppet realm disciple, and he has never seen the young master in the misty peak." Miao Meng finally found an opportunity to ask the questions that were tangled in his heart.

Miao Meng has been in the Miao Peak for nearly 10,000 years, and he has been in the position of the meritorious envoy, specializing in cultivating the disciples of the Xingxing Realm, not to mention that the disciples in the peak know one by one, and they can get the hundred saints inherited by the ancestors of the Peixing Realm, Miao Meng can count them with his fingers, and he is famous, and what kind of background is in his eyes, because these disciples may become a generation of peak masters, of course Miao Meng should pay attention.

During the 10,000 years since the peak lord Piaofang entered the Ethereal Peak, there was no holy son, nor did he establish a young master. Mo Xie inherited the position of the young master, Miao Meng had long been puzzled, but the young master crystal card could not be condensed at will, and only the disciples recognized by the inheritance hall could become a generation of young masters.

Mo Xie is the young master, Miao Meng is 100% not suspicious, but Miao Meng wants to know where this veritable young master came from, and now that the inheritance of Ethereal Peak has been broken for thousands of years, a young master who is so young and has such a high realm suddenly appeared. After Miao Meng cried, sad, and happy, he had to be a little vigilant.

Mo Xie smiled indifferently. "Miao Protector doesn't know, Mo Ye has been in the planting domain and the wasteland for a long time, I don't know the time, I can only say that hundreds of years ago, Mo Xie was teleported to the Holy Realm when he was in the puppet realm, and he was teleported to the Holy Realm, and he was inherited by the ethereal inheritance, and now he is a disciple of the fifty-first generation and ninety-ninth generation of the Ethereal Peak. It's a blessing in disguise!"

When Mo Xie said this, he wanted to scold his mother, "a blessing in disguise"!

Miao Meng's stunned beard trembled, his face twitched with gluten, and the black lines on his face were clapped. Hundreds of years ago, he entered the Boundary Array, and now he is in the Qi Condensing Realm, what kind of genius is this? Miao Meng has led countless disciples for thousands of years. It is normal to go to the Peixing Realm within 500 years, and it is rare to go to the Peixing Realm in 300 years. This young master has been to the Condensation Realm hundreds of times, even if he has been to the Condensation Realm in nine hundred and ninety-nine years, Miao Meng has never heard of it.

There is no doubt that Mo Ye is the young master. The only one who can distinguish the ethereal generations is the new young master of the inheritance hall. Although Miao Meng is a meritorious envoy, he only knows that he is a disciple of the forty-seventh generation, a generation of Ming characters, and he doesn't know what kind of world he is.

Miao Meng led Mo Ye to a stone shadow carved building.

Mo Evil Divine Sense glanced at the Stone Shadow Building, and was shocked, and hurriedly lowered his head and walked to the front of the stairs. This building is not for residential purposes at all, but for a temple.

Upstairs, the stone light gold plaque has the four big characters of "Ethereal Lingyu", revealing the faint aura of aura, as if getting the aura of heaven and earth, and condensing the majesty of the saint.

The door of the building is wide open. Outside the light and shadow, a Ding incense altar is lit with three coarse incense, the smoke is curling, the soul is overflowing, and the shrine in the light and shadow pays tribute to a statue of a god

The face of the god is strange, the smoke eyebrows are close, as if it is full of anger, under the delicate nose is the soft red lips that are as thin as rose petals, and the jade-like pink face seems to be able to pinch out water. The skin is like condensed fat, the cheeks are like pink, and the willow waist is graceful and graceful. Holding the "Bright Spirit Sword", Lingxiu is a saint, and he is better than the immortals. (To be continued......)