Yin Chuan only pandered to him, but he muttered in his heart, incarnated as a second-order great sage to grasp the little saint of the Solid Root Realm, and still use the Holy Cloud to chase and kill the order?

The Medicine Saint Son glanced at Yin Chuan without a good look, and the little thing that Yin Chuan was thinking in his heart was clear to the Medicine Saint Son at a glance. The little saint Mo evil god has a good sense of people, and the ultimate teleportation is a million miles, and the spatial vortex force of the teleportation array has no resistance to the little saint.

The Medicine Saint Son originally thought that in the ultimate teleportation, Mo Ye would not be able to withstand the pressure of the spatial vortex force, so he chose to teleport the crystal gate in the middle range and escape from the space to communicate. Mo Xie took the path of death of ultimate teleportation. After teleporting to Jincheng, the Medicine Saint Son understood in his heart that he would not need ten ultimate teleportations, and he would never want to catch Mo Ye's shadow again. The "Holy Cloud Hunt Order" has to be activated as a last resort.

"Don't go yet, I'll hit you". Yao Shengzi looked at Yin Chuan stunned and fled in space, and he was angry. Milky screams.

"Oh, Holy Ancestor, you're done." Yin Chuan's voice fell, and he fled like a burning buttocks. Yin Chuan listened to the beautiful saintess shouting "Medicine Saint", remembered the recent news of the Holy Realm about the incarnation realm of the Medicine Saint Son doing a happy event, and pondered what to do about this happy event of the Medicine Saint Son, and when he heard the medicine saint son shouting angrily, he was so frightened that he ran away.

The medicine saint Zi pursed his eyes and muttered a few words of scolding. Pull the Tribulation Crystal Bubble and fly into the teleportation array to Di City. The Medicine Saint Son is not in a hurry to chase, he knows that he can't catch up, so wait for the Holy Cloud City to chase and kill all over the Holy Domain.

The rumbling teleportation space shook the mountains, and the unknown spatial arc violently tore at Mo Ye's divine consciousness. Mo Xie took a trance and sucked in, his cold eyes swept behind him, and the center of the blue airspace behind him was as clear as white jade, and there were fine and white clouds.

A small black dot flew out with the exploding cloud. I took a big breath and slowed down. Bursts of thunderbolts instantly dispersed into lightning like golden arrows, clattering black dots into the twisted burst clouds. Mo Ye's eyes froze, and the remnants of his divine consciousness from the spatial explosion clouds seemed to be the wisps of vicious divine consciousness.

Mo Xie retracted his gaze with a sneer, and the Dicheng Teleportation Crystal Gate was close in front of him, a transparent blue jade, and white flowers bloomed in the center. Mo Ye stepped out of the crystal gate with a suck, glanced at the crowded Cloud Piercing Station, took out a hundred crystals and walked towards another ultimate teleportation crystal gate.

Mo Ye smiled and stepped into the Maicheng Teleportation Crystal Gate. Crystal-clear eyes glittered with ghostly light. Dense clouds and mist split the spatial passages. A magnificently shining spatial light door docked together. In Mo Ye's eyes, the short space passage was no more than a distance of ten sucks.

Mo Ye glanced at the clouds and mist behind him, the thunder roared, and the clouds and mist were burning. Breathing terrible blue flames. There was a faint sound of the sage's exclamation and the explosion of spells. The corners of Mo Ye's eyes soaked in blue lightning rose slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his thin lips.

Ten ultimate teleportations. There was a buzz in the Akagi Teleportation Crystal Gate, and one was wearing a wrinkled holy robe, and there was not much flesh on his body. The old saint, who was as thin as an old osprey, bowed his back, carried a stone staff and moved out of the teleportation crystal gate, panting and coughing as if tired, and moved to another crystal gate.

The delicate fish beads on the wrist of the old saint buzzed with a fine trembling pattern. The fish in the bead bubble skimmed Mo Ye's dry black face and short white beard. "The Dead Saint, pretending to be a statue of the Tao, has sunken eyes that are too bright."

Mo Xie coughed twice urgently, narrowing his deep and bright eyes. Almost collided with a delicate saint. The saint was so frightened that her face changed color, and she hurriedly supported the trembling Mo Ye. "Old immortal, long eyes, hit you to death, I can't afford to accompany you."

The fish crackled and scurried in the bubbles. "You can kill him, beware of being hooked by his eyes. He's pretending."

Mo Ye, who was trembling, felt that the roots of his teeth ached. He trembled with anger and looked more like an old saint who was about to die than just now. There are too many saints, less of them, Mo Xie really wants to throw the fish bead on the ground and step on his feet, kick the water inside him dry, and let the dead fish flutter.

Mo Xie staggered into the ultimate portal. The delicate saintess stared at Mo Ye's figure that had disappeared into the clouds, and looked at the name of the city that flashed by. "Sand City".

The delicate saint was so shocked that her eyes burst into tears, and she wiped her tears for a long time. Muttered quietly. "Hey, this kind of death is also the best destination."

As soon as Mo Xie changed his appearance in the ten cities, he traveled through the five hundred cities in one breath, Mo Xie felt exhausted, his head was dizzy, his sleepy eyes were swaying, and he was drowsy. The black eyes that barely supported the splendor and the stiff legs showed a trace of weakness.

Mo Xie struggled to hold his head, and the bright cloud piercing station seemed to pull out a black satin, and the stars with two legs flashed everywhere in the black. Mo Ye struggled with his somewhat cloudy eyes. There is still a trace of bloom in the depths of the sea, so as not to let your consciousness sleep.

Mo Xie struggled, and when he teleported four hundred and ninety-nine times, Mo Xie felt a faint trace of fatigue. I wanted to get lucky enough to pass it the 500th time, but I didn't expect that my consciousness was exhausted and weak to become like this. Six of the seven divine consciousnesses can disappear completely and escape to the depths of the distant sea of consciousness. Mo Xie tried his best to urge his divine consciousness, and only the Great Perfection's voyeuristic divine consciousness struggled to support Mo Ye's consciousness.

In the noisy Youcheng Chuanyun Station, Mo Ye opened his eyes, but there was a black hole in front of him, and he could only hear the exclamation of the Sage. "Dead blind man, touch there".

"Touch there"? Mo Ye was like a walking corpse, he grabbed something when he saw it, and asked him to touch it? Mo Ye only gabbled his mouth, he could hear the sound, and he understood it in his heart, but he didn't feel it in his hand.

In the exquisite fish bubble on Mo Ye's wrist, the fish hid in the water ring. With a grinning look in his eyes, he spit bubbles with schadenfreude. "Die Mo evil, let you pretend, look at the place you caught, there is your good fruit to eat."

Looking at Mo Ye again, he stared at the black hole with no light, and held the half-exposed blue breastplate in front of the snow peak in his hand. A holy woman wearing a red-colored fiery battle armor, with a ghostly and fiery figure, kept swaying between Mo Ye's grasping.

The silver ribbons flew between the slender hands holding the white jade, the small hands of the green jade bit tightly between the red lips and fine teeth, the charming single phoenix eyes stared into copper bells in shock, as if stupid, looked up at the blind Mo Ye, and looked down at the two pairs of fingers like devil's claws, tightly clasping the inner edge of the lotus breastplate, tearing it back hard, leaving eight red claw marks on the two snow-white jade peaks.

The blue cuirass pulled and flicked outward, and the pink peak tip jumped into the eyes of the saint, and the crimson little face changed color. Biting the tasseled mouth of his fingers, he gasped for breath.

"Quick, protect the young master, protect the young master". Dozens of seemingly cultivators and Qi Condensation Realm saints around the embarrassed saint woman screamed, but no one dared to rush forward. In this situation, whoever comes up to relieve the siege is not looking for death. The young master's breastplate is about to be torn, once the shot is improper, the young master will be violent, and there will be no place to die.

Several sages shouted, and a light mask was struck, soundproof, insulated, shielded from sight, red, green, and transparent. Messy with space patches, his voice was hoarse, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but no one dared to approach.

The eyes of the Lotus Armor and the Light Veil Saintess flashed with panic, and the two rows of silver teeth were rubbed together with hatred, and the two snow-white jade peaks rose and fell violently, and the bulging air exploded. Panting for breath, his face flushed as if he had overdone it. The white fingertips of the onion bit out a white mark of the hand, and a burst of white dragon claws came out. Crackling. "Let go, let go, let go, let go, you".

The lotus root armor and the light gauze saintess looked like they couldn't contain their anger, and the white dragon claws came out hundreds of times, so tired that the saint was panting, sweating drippingly, and her white and tender little hands were shaken red and roasted.

Mo Xie's face was full of red marks, tilted his head, and his black hole eyes stared blankly at the two white steamed buns, hundreds of dragon claws had hit, his eyes did not move, he stretched out his long tongue, and he was bleeding a long slime, not blood, but Ha Lazi.

The lotus root armor and the light gauze saintess stared at the panicked phoenix eyes, rubbing their painful little hands, not knowing what to do. A hoarse voice came from outside the chaotic light mask. "Young master, hit him with magic".

The lotus root armor and the light gauze saintess woke up from the panic. The red and painful little hand formed a small fan, and with a gentle stroke towards Mo Xie's dirty face, hundreds of mini little foxes rushed towards Mo Xie's face.

The face covered with red marks was instantly covered by a dark cloud flashing with thunder and lightning, and a black light flashed with a rattle. Hundreds of mini little foxes, with a scream, turned into hundreds of white lights and slammed into the black light, Mo Ye was like a black goshawk with broken wings, rolling out of the heavy light mask.

The lotus root armor and the light gauze saintess heard a small click, and the delicate body like a thin willow shook, followed by a trace of coldness that penetrated into the dripping jade peak. The saint glanced at the black shadow with a quick look. With an "ah" sound, the white and tender little hands hugged the pink Yufeng. Like a catapult, large wavy silver-white hair flew up, and he squatted rapidly in the airspace. The slender thighs bent violently, almost tearing the blue mini battle skirt open. In a panic, a white fluffy fox shadow flashed and disappeared behind the perfect bewitching holy body.

The charming phoenix eyes of the lotus nail and the light gauze saint were stunned. With a slight wave of the little hand, the blue smoke gathered lightly, the smoke was light, and a blue cuirass blocked the snow and tender spring light.

The white jade-like slender hand lightly touched the various light shields in the airspace, and the various light masks slowly unfolded like light gauze curtains, and the lotus armor saint wore a light gauze-like white robe, walking out of the faint smoke, snow-white and soft, beautiful and vulgar face, and light steps. The chaotic cloud-piercing station was shrouded in a soft white halo. Hundreds of saints in the Chuanyun Station were shocked to swallow saliva at the same time, and there was a gurgling sound.

A saint priest who seemed to be in the condensation realm, moved his cane to the holy woman with lotus armor and light veil, and bowed deeply. "The young master is frightened, and the murderous saint is there."

The lotus armor and light gauze saint squinted her eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and looked in the direction of the fingers that seemed to be the saints of the Qi Condensation Realm. On the borderless crystal door, a black-armored saint priest was cloaked, staring at the eyes of the black hole, grinning, humming and snoring, and actually fell asleep.

The lotus root armor and light gauze saint phoenix eyes raised a beautiful arc, and the corners of her mouth contained too many smiles that she couldn't read. The saint didn't expect that the "Ten Thousand Beasts Flowing Fan" did not kill such a small saint. (To be continued......)