Mo Xie hunched his waist, squatted in the corner of the alley, stretched his neck, covered his eyes with his hands, sobbing silently, intermittently, tears, snot and saliva flowed to the ground, as if all the bitterness and pain were taken out on the ground.

The throat was dry from crying, the throat was hoarse, and there were small watery blisters on the smooth alleyway, dripping and falling small teardrops. For a long time, Qinghui's trembling body gently leaned against the stone wall of the alley, staring blankly at the sky in the distance.

Mo Ye kept sobbing, and his whole body kept shaking with every sob. The skin is taut, the mouth is pursed, and the nose like a child is hard and short. After enduring it for a while, he whimpered twice, and tears poured down again, and the big ones squeezed around the eye circles, slowly flowing down his cheeks, and smacking on the front of his clothes.

For a long, long time, Mo Ye's choking stopped. A pair of empty eyes stared at the clouds in the sky, his face was like stagnant water, without the slightest expression, wooden, heavy, and in a trance. It seems that he is asleep, and his eyelids only move occasionally, indicating that Mo Ye is still awake.

Thousands of miles away, Jingdong Mountain, there are not many trees, the stones are strangely shaped, and the vigorous ancient trees squeeze out a little gap between the stones, and from a distance they look like green mushrooms, stuck in the uneven brown waves.

An old man with a half-foot-long goatee flew leisurely in the air. From time to time, he released his divine consciousness and peeked two hundred miles away. It's almost a thief's eyebrows, and there is always a feeling of drilling over the wall. Look at the holy devil who came out of the teahouse.

Two hundred miles away, the two women in black flashed. Traveling in the sea of trees.

"Master, we are being followed". A black woman's smiling face turned serious.

"Xin'er, you've spied on. Can you sense his realm?" Yueyu looked at Gu Xin with a solemn face. There is also a purpose for Yue Yu to bring Gu Xin to Ning City, Gu Xin's divine sense is dozens of miles stronger than that of his master Yue Yu, and he can peep into a range of two hundred and ten miles. The holy devil in the back happened to be in Gu Xin's divine sense.

"Master, his aura is very weak, I can't be sure of his realm. I can only peek into the divine consciousness is a little weaker than me." A dark cloud rose over Gu Shin's face.

Yueyu's face also clouded down. The other party dared to follow him, a second-layer great cultivator of condensation, and the realm must not be below him.

Yueyu glanced back. He slapped the holy bag and took out three tricolor crystals and threw them into the sky. The tricolor swirls in the air. The triangle flies into the sky.

A slight breeze blew, a slight breath like a sleeping breath, surging from all sides, and then the triangular column rose upward, and the fierce wind of the dense forest and sea of trees howled, blowing dust in the air, like a vortex in the clear sky, a little bit of rotation rose to the somewhat gloomy sky.

After a few puffs. The goatbeard saint devil appeared in this area in one jump and two times, with white hair, wearing a white suit, and the white sheep generally jumped in the air.

When he jumped to the wind, the goatee saint looked down at the sky. Complained. "Hey, it's raining again, and it's not a good day these days."

The rain came with the words of the Holy Devil. Sand. One by one, the sand fell from the clouds, pulling the sky and the earth, and the momentum of the rain was like shooting countless arrows, and it was like thousands of waterfalls falling. It's overwhelming.

The sound of clattering, followed by the sharp sound of breaking the sky, squeezed the gas in the air, and the sudden chill became fierce. Cool air. In an instant, the raindrops froze, and the curves of the raindrops fluttered into straight ice picks. The sound of hissing breaking through the air shook the whole earth in the wind and rain.

Look at the sky flying again, there is rain, in the gloomy heaven and earth, countless star-like cones of light shoot towards the holy devil. After the starlight flashed, behind the point of light was a sharp sword, and the cold dripping of the tip of the sword was like a Milky Way pouring down, and the sea sword mountain poured down.

The Holy Devil was already standing quietly at the focal point of the Sword Sea. With a solemn face, he stroked his ruler-length beard lightly with one hand. There was a cruel look at the corner of his mouth. Glanced contemptuously at Sword Rain. "The little Ten Thousand Swords turn into rain, and you also want to trap the old man, Yueyuzi, you are too naïve."

With a wave of his right hand, the holy devil turned into a black mist, the mist changed from small to large, from fine to thick, and in a blink of an eye, a black mangan area was formed, and the mist in the mangley area rolled and condensed into a black-shaped mouth, with white fangs in the mouth, and rushed towards the sword cone with a whirring inhalation. The sword cone fell into the quagmire like a sword, silently sinking into the wind.

Suddenly, the sharp sword that fell into the wind was divided away. Like a sword ball exploding in the air, the sharp momentum swept towards the rolling black mist with cold light, and the blade of the sword that pounced on the black mist seemed to be corroded by the black mist. In an instant, it changed black, shrinking little by little, like icicles placed in the oven, dripping into water, gas, and turning into black mist.

There was a distant sound, like tens of thousands of iron balls rolling on the iron plate, boom, boom, roaring down from the middle of the low clouds, shaking the ears and trembling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

It was still rain, the rain of cow hair, fluttering, like the hair of a witch, falling from the clouds and drifting through the thunder. It floated very lightly, but it danced as fast as a whip, and the sound of the whip, with a sharp and piercing sound, pumped towards the black mist.

The black mist seemed to turn into a mirror glowing black. The fangs were long gone after swallowing the sword. The sound of splintering came out of the light mirror, and the black mist faded with the sound of crumbling.

Hey, hey, hey, the devil whistled and laughed coldly. "Thundering broken boots, Yueyuzi, I learned this bit of Yuyan magic skill from your master, and I still played with it in front of your ancestor."

In the whistle, the fine delight mirror condensed a little bit, and countless pieces of light were formed in a suck, and the center of each light sheet was a black hole, and there were black and white light edges around it, like a shining blade, rushing towards the thin whip tip.

Then the black light flakes twisted between the thin tips, each light piece biting into each other. Wisps of whip tips, under the light front, fluttered and fell, shattered into sections, turned into drops of rain, and exploded in the space with a pop, the more they exploded, the more they exploded, the more they exploded.

In the blink of an eye, the fog in the sky was generated, white and vast as the sea, moving like smoke, condensed like water, solid like stone. A little bit of condensation, gathering. Click, click, a huge white columnar iron cage formed in the fog, from a hundred feet to a huge size. Instantly turned into a cage.

The cage was made of white pillars, each of which was like ice. Crystal clear.

The sheepbeard holy devil was stunned, it turned out that the previous spells were just illusions, and the real back hand was in this cage.

The cage was still shrinking, and a powerful twisting force formed between the shrinks, and the cage was deformed, and each pillar began to rotate in a different direction. As if to smash the holy devil in it.

The twisting force, pulling the wind, tighter and faster. The Holy Devil's beard swirled with the twist, and it had been twisted into a thin braid. was not stunned, and pierced the chin of the holy devil.

The Holy Devil's face darkened. It's no longer a spell. It's a real artifact. The Holy Devil didn't expect that this kind of holy weapon was hidden between illusions, and he was accidentally trapped in the holy weapon.

The holy devil kept scratching his head, and he kept thinking in his heart, this is the holy weapon refined by the old immortal of the Holy Sword Mountain, which can turn illusions and twist the power of space. But millions of years. There are too many of these old immortals, and many of them are like cow hair, and if you want to check it, it's a problem. You have to find the physical prototype and compare them one by one. Because this kind of holy weapon is in the Holy Sword Mountain, it can't be counted in thousands, and tens of thousands are not a problem.

The torque is twisting a little. The Holy Devil was still thinking about it, and countless sparks were dancing in his mind. Twinkling with countless stars. However, there is too little time left for the Holy Devil to think.

If you want to break the holy weapon, most of them are outside to the device, and the strength of the device is separated. Now, the holy devil is trapped in the vessel, either he wants to break the weapon, or he doesn't break the soul body of the vessel.

The soul of the holy weapon is rigid on the outside and soft on the inside, and from the outside, it is a holy weapon in various forms. From the inside, it is a vast space, and the holy weapon that seems to be a lot of time has been flying in it for several years. Therefore, there is a saying that the holy weapon is "effective on the outside, but difficult to break on the inside".

The holy weapon soul body is a combination of the refiner's artistic conception, mental power, soul consciousness and countless heavenly and earthly treasures, and the holy weapon that can trap the condensation realm can only be refined by a sword venerable above the third order of condensation.

In this way, the sword venerable's mental power is very strong, and the sage trapped in it is actually comparing his mental power with the refining master. If the telekinesis is insufficient, it will be twisted into pieces by the telekinesis of the holy artifact soul body in an instant. Blood and bones will turn into resentment in a single thought, and the soul and spiritual root will be twisted and shattered, and there will be no chance of rebirth.

The holy devil closed his eyes and was heartbroken. As the "Three Saints" of the Holy Sword Mountain, how can you not understand the hardships and sweat of each refining and casting a holy weapon. It was countless days and nights of mental power condensation, countless times of forging and tempering of thousands of years of crystal fire, failure and tears, disappointment and sweat.

The Holy Devil let out a long sigh. Some of the slender fingers stretched slightly, and four one-sided blades appeared on the five fingers. With a gentle wave. The one-sided blade did not see the cold light shoot out, and a gentle breeze blew forward like a gentle breeze.

After a few small clicks, the tightly twisted force was loosened. It didn't break, it just stopped at a certain point of distortion.

Whoosh, the holy devil flew towards the place where the whisper sounded. At the same time, the single-sided blade in his hand was lightly swiped, and after a few small sounds, there were a few clanging sounds, and it seemed that a golden stone fell to the ground.

Space paused. The Holy Devil appeared in a gloomy world. Turn back and thin your head. Not far from the Holy Devil is a trilateral pillar. One of the pillars was broken into three.

The pillars on three sides are slowly dissolving. The edge of the column shrinks back little by little, and retracts to a point at the end. Formed into three trichromatic crystals. A crystal trembled, and with a loud bang, the crystal exploded, and a powerful air mass flew towards the entire space. From small to large, it expands faster and faster.

The Holy Devil waved his hand in fright, put the crystal shield, and instantly sucked it into the distance and fled. But just as he was on the run. The air mass wave meets the crystal shield. The holy devil walked like treading the waves, and flew out of a hundred miles with a breath. The crystal shield shook violently a few times before it stabilized. (To be continued......)