In the dense Guilin, the verdant leaves cut the blue sky into locks of blue satin, and the mottled points of light scattered the golden flowers, broken, and four-petaled small flowers clustered on the cornerstone.

Shangshi. Mo Xie didn't expect that the Gui clan Shang Stone would be like this, and the post stone was just a complete big stone platform. The Shang Stone is different, the stone base is divided into long green cracks, as if the whole Shang Stone is spliced together by hundreds of huge post stones, and the radius is divided into large and small white lattices for dozens of miles.

Between the lattices, the branches of the osmanthus tree are cracked with black skin, hanging with vines, and the stamens so small that they are almost invisible flutter in the wind, blinking with mysterious eyes as the leaves move. Mo Xie didn't want to settle in Shangshi, but when he saw such feelings, he couldn't help but be curious and fled to Shangshi.

Boom, Mo Xie's unhurried shadow was blown by a strange strong wind in the airspace. Several planters around him fled in a hurry, leaving Mo Ye standing stunned. I don't know what happened.

Two shadows flew out from the storm point, and the broad-leaved branches on one of his heads were shattered, and his green-skinned face was blue and purple marks were debut with purple marks, and his teeth were bared hideously, staring at Mo Ye with a fierce look.

Mo Xie flashed his body and stepped aside, no matter how he let it, the green-faced plant man stared at Mo Ye fiercely.

Mo Xie's eyes froze, and the smell of fragrant sweat hit his heart and lungs, making Mo Xie straighten his nose. The mouth is grinning, and the eyes are narrowed into a slit, blinking. "As such".

Smack, a fragrant, sweet, greasy, slippery little mouth, kissed Mo Xieten's deformed face. "Young master, you are here, the sycamore spirit opposite is bullying Ruxiang, you have to be the master for me."

Mo Xie's nose was itchy, his face twitched, and the Wu Zhishi on the opposite side saw it as a phantom. "Xiangxiang, you".

Ruxiang pouted and blew on Mo Ye's face. "I just arrived in the planting domain, and this sycamore essence is a big pervert."

"Young master. You've got to teach her a good lesson." Ruxiang hugged Mo Ye's neck and sprinkled coquettishly. Mo Xie was blown by Ruxiang like this, and the sneeze that was about to be made itched even more in his nostrils. "Code of Law".

"Lazy girl, you are squirting blood, snatching Lao Tzu's planting bag, and pinching" Wu Zhishi shouted half angrily, his face turned green into a big apple, he couldn't say it anymore in shame, and his mouth was stuck.

Ruxiang hugged Mo Ye's neck, and her little white hands. Pointing at Mo Ye's face, he moved towards Wu Zhishi. "Young master, he pinched my ass, you go and beat him".

"Beat no". Mo Xie snorted and wanted to sneeze, but he couldn't get out of his breath.

"This has the 'War Shadow Taijing' in." Ruxiang is holding a lotus-shaped crystal platform in her hand.

"Ahh

A lotus shadow shot out from the "War Shadow Taijing". Wu Zhishi's flying figure was instantly imprisoned by the lotus shadow, put on a ridiculous pose, and the shadow flashed and disappeared.

Another lotus shadow struck Mo Ye who had a tendon nose and squeezed his eyes. A flash of blue light. The entire airspace calmed down, leaving only fragrant blinking eyes. "Young master, beat him hard."

Ruxiang gently combed her messy clothes, and there was a beautiful white flower on the top of her head. The petals of the jade are lined with a few black and green leaves. Holding a planting bag in her hand, Xue Yingying's eyes glanced at the planting bag and muttered. "Stinky Planters are so poor. There are more than 100 Ye Jing, so much so that Ben Zhinu spent 50 Ye Jing to buy a 'War Shadow Taijing'."

Ruxiang Divine Sense glanced at the void and gritted her snow-white teeth. "Young master, beat him hard, poor barehead, and his lust heart is not small."

Ruxiang pursed her lips, glared at the lively planters around her, snorted, and fled to Shangshi.

The planter looked at Ruxiang and twisted his small waist to look at the empty space. "Hey, Wu Zhishi is really pitiful, he is so poor, and he still works hard in the 'War Shadow Taijing'."

"Ahh Mo Xie twisted his nose and finally sneezed. Consciousness circled, "What kind of incense is it?

I saw Mo Ye standing on a lotus moss with a square circle of 100 zhang, surrounded by pieces of white lotus leaves, and the water droplets on the lotus leaves rolled around, shining, crystal lovely, like pearls with broken threads. The water is dripping, wrapped in silver, bright as the moon.

Wu Zhishi stood on the lotus moss with a sweaty head, his thick green hands wiped the sweat crystals, his face was twisted and deformed, his green eyes were open, and he stared at Mo Ye deadly.

Mo Xie rubbed his nose, looked at Wu Zhishi who was like a great enemy, and then looked at the empty blue sky. "Hey, Wu Zhiyou, how do you get out."

Wu Zhishi grinned bitterly and scolded in his heart. "You fucking play Lao Tzu, you still want to get out when you come in."

Boom, the void swayed lightly, and an old planter with a head tied in flower bones and a thin vine on his chin was exposed, revealing half of his green hairy body and sharpening his throat. "The War Shadow War begins, decide whether to live or die one Ye Jing, decide or lose ten Ye Jing, gamble on a hundred Ye Jing, two planters, oh! No, it's one plant and one saint, please choose to fight."

Wu Zhishi shot very quickly, slapped it on the ten Ye Jing light spots, his face turned black into the bottom of the pot, and when he touched the planting bag on his waist, he remembered that he had been gambled away by the stinky plant girl in the war shadow Taijing just now.

Wu Zhishi's teeth clattered with each other, his whole body trembled, trembling like chaff, and terror rushed from his heart to the top of his head, and his head buzzed incessantly. Pointing at Mo Ye, he stammered. "You are not a planter, you are a saint."

The Void Old Planter withdrew the crystal light, flashed towards Mo Ye, and shouted sharply. "He doesn't have Ye Jing, his fate is up to you."

Wu Zhishi's eyes were black, his ears buzzed, and the whole plant body dispersed like a fine dust, and it was soft and devoid of ferocity.

"War Shadow Crystal" is a kind of battle platform condensed by the planters in order to solve the grievances between the planters, and the planters who condense the war platform become the host of the "War Shadow Crystal", which is just a wisp of virtual shadow. After the "War Shadow Crystal" is opened, it can be used for those who plant under the realm of the Illusory Shadow Stage, and fight in the "War Shadow Crystal", the magic power will be absorbed by the Battle Stage, no matter how shocking the duel, as long as the realm is lower than the stage master, there will be no power to reveal the "War Shadow Crystal".

There was a void outside the "War Shadow Taijing", and the planters in the past didn't know that there was a shocking battle here. The income of "War Shadow Taijing" will be taken away by the owner. As for the "War Shadow Taijing", whether the implanter is alive or dead has nothing to do with the owner. The city is strictly ordered, and it is forbidden to fight in the planting area. This order is one of the ten death orders of Zhi.

Mo Xie stared at the ghostly black pupils, and looked at it for a while before he figured it out. A dry laugh. "There is such a fun thing in the planting field"?

Mo Ye's laughter shocked Wu Zhishi's creepy, and his eyes were full of gold stars, he was just a fourth-order cultivator, but there was a first-order saint standing opposite. If in the same realm, the battle of life and death, Wuzhi Shidao is not afraid, and whoever kills the deer may not be.

Now, there is no Ye Jing in his hand, and the choice is in the hands of the saints. He knew that the other party was a saint, needless to say, the saint would definitely use a Ye Jing to fight his life and death. Wu Zhishi grimaced his face and gritted his teeth at the condensation technique.

Mo Demon's black eyes flashed with crystalline light, and he watched the old planter condense three points of light. Swept the eyes of the hideous face. Hit the third point of light at hand.

The void flashed, and a row of gambling options appeared in front of Mo Ye's eyes. Mo Ye taps the spell. Hmph, Wu Zhishi's body trembled slightly, and more than thirty kinds of Wu clan secret techniques flashed in the void, the first eleven kinds of green light flashed, and the last dozens of kinds of gray light were faint, but he could see the name of the secret technique clearly.

Mo Ye's eyes were blazing, and he stared greedily at the rows of secret techniques, and he was so happy that he sucked saliva several times. "There are a lot of secret techniques of the Wu clan association"?

Mo Xie was startled, remembering that in Dangjing Mountain, he was almost caught by the three great planters, no matter how he escaped, the shadow seemed to be under the noses of the three great planters, and he found the shadow lightly.

Bang, Mo Xie points on the "Fixation Technique". The void flickered, and the crystal light moved towards Wu Zhishi. The Void Old Planter screamed. "If you really know how to choose, you can't kill the exterminated planters."

Wu Zhishi looked at the Void Crystal. After taking a breath, Mo Xie would choose a gambling game, Wu Zhishi never thought of it. The gambling game does not bet on life and death, does not gamble on disability, and the point is up. When gambling with the crazy plant girl, the crazy plant girl doesn't have to use three indiscriminate means to lose the plant bag by herself.

The Mo Evil Holy Body hummed, and twenty-five spells appeared in the crystal light. Wu Zhishi looked at the name of the spell in shock, the saint would have so many escape techniques, and many of them were still the general secret techniques of the Zhi clan. Wu Zhishi tapped "Cold Wave Awareness Forbidden". I thought to myself: "This name is long, it must be a good technique."

The old planter of the void snorted. "Pay one hundred leaf crystals each, and they must not be in arrears."

Wu Zhishi spread his hands and smiled helplessly. Mo Xie blinked and cursed in his heart. "Damn, I met a poor ghost".

Mo Xie took out two hundred leaf crystals and bounced them towards the void. The old planter of the void rolled up his big leaf claws, and Ye Jing disappeared into the void. A shrill shout rang out. "The game begins".

The Void Old Planter vanished in a flash.

The red light flashed in front of Mo Xie's body, and he set up a blood shield, and the shadow buzzed and lit up, and the buzz disappeared. Mo Ye's jaw almost fell to the ground.

Wu Zhishi slashed the light with five fingers, turned into a flying branch shadow, and slashed down, gray light and green shadow, instantly covering Mo Ye under thousands of shadows.

Mo Xie hurriedly condensed the heart sword, and the cold light flashed. The Heartbreaker Sword was not formed, and the spell was extinguished. Mo Ye's face was suffocated with a layer of cold frost. scolded hatefully. "Damn, War Shadow Taijing, don't let you use holy arts."

Mo Xie wanted to condense the spell again, but there was no chance, the thin branches were like knives, and the thin leaves were like axes. Poof, poof, poof. Hundreds of green smoke exploded in a row, and Mo Xie flew like black lightning towards the boundless void.

Tom, Mo Ye is like a black cloth fluttering on the void.

Wu Zhishi was stunned, his face showing ecstasy. "The Sage is in the 'War Shadow Crystal', and he can't use the Holy Technique at all."

The green three-finger leaves in the sky are thick, covered with a layer, and the pieces are shining brightly, layer by layer, string by string, dense, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, like a green velvet umbrella on the top of the top has fallen down.

Between the green hands, the round gray dots like prickly hairballs were mixed, and the scorching light flashed and pounced on Mo Ye who was lying flat in the void. (To be continued......)