"How holy friends, do not believe ,......". Mo Xie stood in the dark Huai maple forest, like a few treasures, and memorized the 'Dunmu Experience' from the beginning.

The more Feng Ling listened, the cooler his heart became, this little saint did not have a back, but a segment, a section of the back, and not a word was bad.

Feng Ling suddenly became dumbfounded, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the leaves of Feng Ling's whole body stood up straight in the dark. The bark of the tree was dripping with cold droplets. It was incredible, Feng Ling was silent.

Mo Evil smiled in confusion.

Feng Ling knew that when the Sage arrived at the Solid Root Realm, his instantaneous memory ability increased dozens of times, which was related to the Divine Consciousness Base Energy. Mo Ye's divine consciousness is stronger than that of ordinary saints, and it is needless to say that he can instantly absorb his memory. The moment the glaucomite crystal approached Mo Xie's forehead, all of the experience of Dunmu was remembered by Mo Xie.

Mo Ye was so shocked that he almost didn't have fun. When he was in Botu Mountain, the old sage had said that there were different stages of the cultivation of the Wood Retreat Technique, and at that time, Mo Ye just listened. Because the Wood Technique that Mo Xie obtained, or the Wood Technique that he got from Young Master Bai Juan later, did not talk about the method of deep cultivation. Unexpectedly, this Feng Ling's 'Escape Wood Experience'. Wow Sesai said it so carefully that he almost didn't startle Mo Xie's big teeth.

However, Feng Ling didn't expect that the little saint he met was a "magic idiot", the kind of person whose eyes would turn green when he saw a good holy art, don't look at the heart and eyes are not bad, it does not mean that there is no weakness of greed, and when he sees a good holy art, he will be numb, this is not Mo Xie's exclusive greed.

Mo Ye saw that Feng Ling was silent, and smiled embarrassedly. "Holy friend, then go down, Holy friend has any good spells to change, look for me again."

"Wait, Holy Friend," Feng Ling's entire leaf shook wildly.

Feng Ling is so angry, but there is no way. When Feng Ye left roots, he had a sense of inheritance, "Don't kill the saint". Feng Ling has been cultivating in the Wanyun Cave for 100,000 years, and the light has scared the saints, especially the saints. It has become Huai Ling and Feng Ling's favorite thing, and in the past 100,000 years, how many little saints have been stunned, and the two Holy Spirits can't be calculated. In short, in 100,000 years, there has been no loneliness.

Feng Ling had no choice, his brain was too wooden, he was really not the opponent of this little saint, he only saw Mo Xie using the Wood Escape Technique, and he only knew that Lu Dao used this technique to exchange with Mo Ye. Come and think about it. Or come up with a little creative idea. "Holy friend, I have a technique called the Stone Escape ......"?

Without waiting for Feng Ling to finish speaking, Mo Xie's personality immediately appeared. Especially when I heard about the Stone Retreat. Guy Huo, his eyes are about to burst into flames. The originally dark jungle was a little brighter.

This stinky wood can escape stones, that's a heaven-shattering technique in the Holy Realm, the old saint said this kind of technique. But that's just hearsay. The old saints looked excited as they spoke. Mo Xie vividly remembered, what kind of holy art would it be.

Mo Ye in the darkness was red from his neck to his face, his eyes were circled, and his teeth were exposed. His mouth was like a watermelon, and the smile on his face was cramping.

The whole person is like a river flooding in the warm spring, and every nerve is jumping and singing. The excited cheeks and ears were red, and they burned so brightly. It seems to be running in the sea of splashing waves, looking forward to the peak of the great waves.

The eyes lit up and lit up. Wide open. The happy mood is like alcohol in the veins, and it begins to be half-demented and numb to the awake consciousness.

Before Feng Ling finished speaking, Mo Xie said eagerly. "Okay, deal".

Feng Ling was stunned by Mo Xie's words, and the originally nervous maple branch and maple leaf softened instantly.

The Stone Escape Technique is not a technique inherited by the Feng Ling family, it is a technique given to Feng Ling by the stone spirit in the Wanqing Peak on the edge of the Huai Feng Forest, which is used to exchange for qi control. For Feng Ling, this stone technique is more rubbish than his own wood technique, and it is a technique of restraint. Feng Ling's roots can't be rooted in the stone, so it's good not to suffocate to death. If it's a retreat, it's pretty much the same. Feng Ling thought that he might use this technique when he reached the Holy Transformation Realm, but he didn't know if he could use it. I wanted to give it a try. Unexpectedly, I didn't finish speaking. This little saint was in a crazy state of mind, and embraced the divine thoughts of Feng Ling.

Feng Ling's bark face was wet, and two touches of moisture condensed on the tree, turning into two teardrops, rolling down a thin slit along the bark face. Then the bark face trembled with infinite joy, and the whole tree was strangely lit up.

Qi Zhuo stared at the puzzled eyes and glanced at the light screen. "This tree demon, occupying my mountains and forests, scaring my holy daughter not to mention, is now getting more and more crazy, and pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night."

Qi Zhuo shook his head and closed his eyes again, there is no way, this thing does not know that the Dao came to Wanyun Cave in that year, the master's master does not know the Dao, the elders have no one to care, and there is no need to care about this matter himself.

Feng Ling heard this, but without saying a word, a blue light flew towards Mo Ye. This time it didn't work, it was just thrown from between the leaves.

Mo Ye was shocked, "Dizzy, here it is again."

Mo Xie turned into dozens of crystal hands, one after the other, forming a series of crystal hands among the dark trees, as if countless hand shadows were punched, and they snapped together. Fortunately, this glaucomite spar cannot be broken by ordinary spells, otherwise any stone escape technique may become a retreat technique.

Seeing that the face of the maple spirit bark jumped up. After seeing the crystal hand that Mo Xie had withdrawn, the glaucomite crystal was intact, and then he was relieved. Shake the leaves a few times. "Stupid saint, the spell is so weak, if it is his own two spells, he can crush the glauconite crystal."

Mo Xie took the glaucomite spar, his eyes straightened with joy, and he looked at the glaucomite spar, and he wanted to slap the spar on his forehead.

"Whoosh", a blue light flew in, and a long, thin rattan tied Mo Ye's hand. "Little Holy Friend, you haven't given me the soul transformation recipe yet."

"Oh......". Mo Xie smiled indifferently. His face immediately sank, and only then did Mo Xie remember that he didn't have a Gong Transmission Stone.

"Holy friend, you have to repent?" Feng Ling took Mo Ye's hand, the bark face became gloomy, and a flush rose from the bark face.

"No, no, Holy Friend, I remember. I don't have a power transmission stone, and I can't rub the soul transformation formula." Mo Ye said with a sad face.

Feng Ling then remembered that there are too many differences between the sage and the planter, and the plant clan uses qi as a crystal, and can conjure up a glaucomite crystal at will. And the Holy One does not have such ability. You can only use things as crystals, and use natural crystals to inherit spells.

"Little saint, this is not difficult, you go one hundred and one zhang, and then go right, eighty-nine zhang. Two hundred and seventeen zhang on the left, there is a locust tree, you dig under the locust tree, you can dig some holy relics, you see that it is the transmission stone." Feng Ling said as he shook the leaves.

"Xiao Fengfeng, what do you want to do, why don't you let him dig yours, come and dig my baby." Huai Ling, who has been silently watching the lively Huai Ling, is in a hurry now, this Feng Ling is too much of a thing. I also have a lot of holy relics, all of which were blackmailed after stunting the saintess, I don't know how many saints she cried secretly, and her own things didn't move, so let this little saint dig up herself. He was so angry that Huai Ling's black bark face turned green.

"Da Huaihuai, don't get excited, you have more things than me every time, this time I have so much blood, you have to give less." Feng Ling said in a ghostly manner.

"Little Kaede. Every time I make a move, you pick up and laugh. Of course, I divide more. This time it's different, it's you who have a spell. How can you make me bleed". Huai Ling said angrily.

"Da Huaihuai, when we laugh, we are divided like this, when we bleed. We have to do that, too." Feng Ling was angry.

Mo Xie had long sensed that there was still a spiritual object in the Daohuai Maple Forest that had not come out, and he had always been very vigilant. If it weren't for the fact that he had black-clothed battle armor, Mo Xie really wouldn't have the courage to stand here. It's long gone. What kind of little Fengfeng is this, he is not an opponent, let alone another big Huai Huai.

However, it was not easy to listen to the two tree spirits arguing, but Mo Ye listened to the fun, I really don't know what these two ghosts and spirits are talking about.

Feng Ling and Huai Ling were silent for a while. It is also the two Holy Spirits who have been having fun together for 100,000 years, and they have not yet had blood. It's really hard to take things out, I've never done this kind of thing.

Feng Ling saw that Huai Ling stopped talking. "Little Holy Friend, go, do as I say, I don't have two things, and he can't be missing."

Mo Ye was happy when he heard it, what is this. It means to let yourself take more. What's wrong today, everything has fallen from the sky.

After Mo Ye hesitated a few times, he felt that these two Holy Spirits had no malicious intent, and if they were, it was impossible to exchange any spells with themselves. Mo Ye walked forward according to Xiao Fengfeng's words.

One hundred and one feet ahead, it turned out to be a big rock, and the black hole couldn't see how high and big the stone was. Eighty-nine zhang to the right, as if walking to a corner of the stone, Mo Ye was a little puzzled, and he didn't see any stones here during the day. It seems that these two holy spirits have treasures, and they are hidden very deeply! Two hundred and seventeen zhang to the left, there is a black hole in front of them, and they can't see anything clearly.

Mo Xie turned into a crystal shovel and lowered his head to dig it hard. I felt empty in front of me, and then my back was whipped by something like a whip. It was dark in front of him, and he fell headfirst into a hole-like object.

Mo Ye was shocked and moved away. Tom, I felt as if my head had hit something harder than iron crystal. With a buzz, his eyes kept spinning in circles, and he sat down at the bottom of the hole. The speed of sitting is several times faster than that of self-lifting.

Click, Mo Ye heard a breaking sound from under his buttocks, Mo Ye was so frightened that his face turned white, and his face was so white that his face was glowing. This panic in my heart, there is no need to mention it, it is more uncomfortable than eating a dead child, Danhai's qi and blood, and the food in the stomach are constantly surging, and I almost didn't vomit out.

Mo Xie didn't have time to think about this, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of spit, and looked at the four walls of the black hole in panic, his heart was frightened, and the cold sweat on his head flowed. I don't know why my legs are weak, and I always feel that there is something like a devil around me, and I smile at myself.

Feng Ling's voice rang out again, although it was a little far away, it was still very clear. "Little Holy Friend, I forgot to tell you, that place was dug by the Sage, digging a big hole. You see, things are under the hole, you choose."

Feng Ling's voice was a little unpleasant no matter how it sounded, Mo Xie always felt that there was a hehe sneer mixed in the middle, Mo Xie debated it carefully, by the way, hehe must be the big Huai Huai who is laughing.

Mo Ye calmed down his mind and scolded secretly. "Damn, plants are not a good thing, and I didn't say earlier when I dug such a big hole, what kind of pit is this, it's a hole, a deep hole."

Mo Xie rubbed his hands, laughing at himself a little, how could he be scared like that just now, his hands trembled, why were his legs still weak......?