Mu Shou didn't wait for the medicine magpie to respond, the red light flashed, fled to the northwest, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

The medicine magpie wandered for several days, soaked in holy clothes, white hair in the sun, and finally did not have the courage to enter the holy land of Danhua alone. The seemingly heavy flower head was lowered shyly, but it was faintly full of a chilling murderous aura.

The medicine magpie shook his head, turned into a pink light, and escaped into the morning glow.

More than a month later, the rolling black clouds covered the outside of the Danhua Holy Land, and Bai Yu took dozens of Great Planters of the Formation Realm to stand in front of the Void Bridge of the Danhua Holy Land.

"Soul friend, take a breath, don't be too arrogant." For the first time in several years, Bai Yu reminded the Soul Saint. The Danhua Holy Land is different from other places, Bai Yu, as a great planter of the Formation Realm, wants to enter the Danhua Holy Land, and he can't help but have palpitations.

"Soul friend, the matter can be stopped, I will wait to return to Zhicheng to resume my life." Bai Yu didn't even mean to enter the Danhua Holy Land, Bai Yu was clear in his heart, the saint entered the Danhua Holy Land and died nine times, and he hadn't heard of any of the saints imprisoned in the Danhua Holy Land for tens of millions of years.

Bai Yu took dozens of Great Planters of the Formation Realm and flew to Zhicheng in the airspace.

The rolling black clouds occupied the twilight layer by layer, like a curtain, the black pressure pressed the clouds, rolling, galloping, spreading in all directions, and rolling towards the center of the clouds, the border of the Danhua Holy Land was gray, and it was overwhelmed by the dark clouds at low altitude.

The black light flashed among the clouds, and there seemed to be a faint black dragon shadow, rolling the black clouds, piercing between the clouds like black mist.

After dozens of inhalations, a black slit cracked between the ink clouds, and the black clouds tumbled into the black slits, inhaling the blue sky and restoring the scorching heat. A divine consciousness tightly locked the black dots between the airspace, sent eight hundred miles, and slowly retracted the Ten Thousand Miles Danhua Holy Sea.

The green cornerstone of the Danhua Holy Land stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles and is a ring for hundreds of miles. A hundred miles and a flower, surrounded by soil, flowers and flowers are different. Each giant wreath, with green leaves as the edge, stretches outward layer by layer, and the green leaves are lined with a layer of odd-shaped small flowers, wafting with the fragrance of intoxication. Ten miles of flowers in the wreath, ten miles of one scene. The flower color is the same, the calyx is different, and it is impossible to tell what kind of flower it is. I can't name it, like a peony, like a moon season, like a magnolia, like a lotus.

In the center of the wreath is a pool of water, between the water is the flowers and leaves as jade as jade, the texture is thick, but it is full of jade luster, and a drop of beaded dew is the size of a bean rolling among the green leaves. A drop fell into the water, and there was a quiet and crisp sound.

Between the jasper flowers and leaves is a strange-shaped bird-like flower, with a jumping calyx that protrudes on the petals. The thin thorns with red tips are sparsely distributed, and the spikes are picked with small and bright red beads, which shine blood-red in the hot sun.

Tens of thousands of Dan flower growers are busy in the wreath, as if one flower is in a row. One ring and one family, although the colors are different, but the flower ornaments are the same. The plant girl is dressed in a semi-transparent louvered silk yarn, lined with danhua qiongjia, with a lower abdomen half exposed, and jade legs half covered. The plant is dressed in a green wind, a bra and a red flower and angry nails, strong muscles and bones, abduction, and a slender body.

Between the wreaths of ten thousand dan, in a remote corner, on the curved and staggered branches, there are flashes of sharp thorns, a small cloud of mist, condensed in the thorns, ghostly branches and branches are interlocked, thorns and thorns, stretching for several miles, forming a gray and narrow branch wall thorn wall, the branches are crawling with dense wrinkled flowers, like the old man's weathered face lines, twists and turns, interspersed.

The breeze was blowing, the thin leaves of the flowers and vines were slightly spreading, a wisp of tattered holy clothes hung on the thorns of the branches blown by the vines, the red and black arms and legs with blurred blood stains were obliquely wearing blood thorns, and several red rays passed through the sage's chest, revealing a long pointed light, picking up a drop of red blood, dripping and falling.

Occasionally, a thin moan came from the thorns of the flower vines, startling the forest, and spread to the depths of the forest one by one. With the groan, the broken holy body wrapped in flowers and vines hung one by one in the branches, flowing as thick as blood.

In the damp airspace, a glow shone through the twilight, and the slender planters in green wind armor carried the saints with their heads hanging in the air, hiding outside the thorny branches of flowers and vines. The slender arm lightly touched the thorny crystal wall.

A damp wind blew, and the wall of thorny branches flashed, opening a narrow thorny flower path. The thorny branches are on the three walls, and the sharp blood-colored thorns are like the sharp teeth that have gnawed through the flesh and bones, trembling and flashing with blood, and the blood is dripping with blood.

The Green Wind Armor Planter tapped the Holy Priest's holy body, and with a light throw, a cyan light flew into the flower vine thorn path. The narrow ikebana closes slowly. The figure of the Green Wind Armor Plant Warrior flashed, and he slowly flew towards the bright sun and blue sky on the flower clouds.

"Hey!" a long sigh came from under the dim thorny branches. "Wang He, help the sage here and see how the injuries are."

A dim crystal lamp lit up, the hair like snow falling in the harsh winter, the frost on the roots of Mao Recommended, half-covered and half-concealed a bark-like striped face, as if it was irregularly crossed with spikes.

The withered branch-like hand, holding a long bone staff, stretched out his finger and pointed his head, holding a crystal lamp ten times weaker than a candle, bowing his big back, as if he was bent and unable to stand up, leaning out with difficulty, squinting at the chaotic eyes, staring at the blackened flower vine entrance.

In the drowsy twilight, a holy priest came bowing down. The holy clothes were torn and did not cover the body, and the black hair was condensed together, straight and straight. One leg dragged behind him without obeying the call, moved a step, and stumbled as if he couldn't eat.

On the dark ground, the black shadow moved, his fingers grasping the foundation stone as hard as crystalline, and slowly arching his arm. "Holy friend, it's okay, I can still move."

Wang He's legs fell as if he were weak, and he bent his body on, looking at the black shadow of the cornerstone slowly squirming in shock. He glanced back at the withered old man, and staggered back into the darkness.

The withered old man craned his neck and looked at it for a moment. A dry cough laughed from his mouth. "Little Holy Friend, I'm really lucky, it's been a hundred years, and it's the first time I've seen a Sage who can still move when I come in."

The black shadow crawled for a long time, slowly sitting on the cornerstone, grinning and twisting his body. I secretly scolded Danhua Zhishi in my heart, and I didn't know what spell to use. Not only did he seal Danhai, but his bones were crushed and he couldn't eat it, sitting on the cornerstone, his body was paralyzed and piled down. "Old Friend, where is this place?"

The gray-brown eyes of the withered old priest were sunken into their sockets, and he scratched at the unkempt gray hair. Awkwardly dry chuckle. "Little Holy Friend, I have been here for a thousand years, I don't know where this is, I only know that this cornerstone is 'Blood Flower Forest'."

"Oh, that's the Danhua Holy Land 'Blood Flower Forest', in the next Mo Evil, I don't know the name of the old saint."

The withered old saint's face twitched, his body trembled with thin flesh and bones, and his sunken eye sockets condensed into a gray mist. The corners of his mouth twitched. "You are Mo Evil, from the Holy Domain, the Shadowless Saint 'Mo Evil' who made a big fuss about the Cultivation Domain."

The withered old saint's voice did not fall. Rows of dry black faces stretched out from the black ink-like airspace, and a pair of eyes that were deeply sunken and godless flashed in an instant, and a hundred crystals of light shone in a single breath, illuminating the dim airspace a few points.

Mo Xie was uncomfortable supporting the paralyzed Holy Body. "Old saint friend, I don't have this name, I just came here for the promise, I didn't expect it to fall to such a point."

The withered old saint staggered with a bone cane, and moved with difficulty, and the short distance of ten zhang moved for half an hour. The withered old saint sat opposite Mo Xie with a pant, his eyelids were wide with both hands, and he quickly lay on Mo Ye's face and looked at it carefully. Inch by inch, he moved his gaze. "Hou Sheng is terrible, you are the first legendary saint in the thousands of years of planting domains, hey, it's a pity, you have also ended up like this."

The withered old priest spoke, tears fell, a few tears were shed, and his gray eyes were bloodshot. In the distance, there was a commotion, the sound of creaking nails on the ground, groups of sages, either kneeling or crawling, some squirming like insects, and they couldn't even use their hands and feet. Wang He was the tallest and the fastest, although he was walking like a zombie, he was standing anyway.

Mo Evil Divine Sense glanced at it, and the sages who moved out of the darkness in batches. His eyes couldn't help but condense into pimples, his body stiffened violently, and he looked at the withered old saint in puzzlement.

The withered old priest bowed his head and shook his head. "Saint Friend Mo, don't be surprised, at least we Sages are still alive, compared to the half-dead Sages in the 'Blood Flower Forest', although we are reluctant, we still have a broken body."

Mo Xie had a mirror in his heart, the Sage Danhai was sealed, and he couldn't use it to control qi, so there would be this scene. It must be the planter of the Danhua Holy Land, who took the opportunity to urge flowers with his hands and maim the saints. Mo Evil Divine Sense glanced at the ghostly flower shadow cover on the Danhai Sea, and every time his divine sense swung towards the flower shadow cover, waves of thin shadow patterns immediately swayed.

A burst of intoxicating floral fragrance swept into the whole body, the bones were crispy, numb and soft, and bursts of pain pierced the heart, causing Mo Xie's body to collapse softly, and a burst of cold sweat penetrated the holy clothes.

The withered old saint had a furrowed mouth. "Mo Shengyou, don't use your divine sense, this flower fragrance is broken, it is very ghostly, every time your divine consciousness is swung, you will absorb the essence of the sage, you look at me, the first order of condensation, the lifespan is 10,000 years, and now I have been imprisoned here for 3,000 years, I should have been a sage with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and the jade tree is in the wind, but it has become so bad."

Mo Xie was so frightened that his face changed several times, and he hurriedly gathered his divine consciousness and looked at the sages who had come over. The nose couldn't help but be sour, painful, and the black eyes were full of mist. "Old Holy Friend, why is the Zhi clan doing this to my holy clan."

"Hey, Mo Shengyou, don't ask these questions, there is no reason, I just hope that we and other ghosts will steal and fall into the trap of the gentleness of the planter. When the Holy Friend first entered the 'Blood Flower Forest', he must know a lot about the Holy Domain, so let's talk about my homeland with us, and bury the corpse in the Blood Forest one day, it can be regarded as a thought." The withered old saint smiled bitterly, his voice was a little pleading, and his gray eyes were brown, staring at Mo Ye.

Mo Xie looked around at a pair of longing eyes, his heart became painful, all the way to the mountains and flowers, embracing the fragrant plant. Unexpectedly, behind this beautiful planting area and warm planter, there is such a sad state of the saint.

Mo Xie silently counted and inhaled, and slowly talked about the past of the Holy Domain, although it was all about the prosperity of the Holy Domain, hundreds of sages listened to it with tears in their eyes, their voices were sad, and the sound of sobbing was not clear, like ten thousand thunderbolts shattering Mo Ye's heart.

Mo Xie tried his best to tell the most beautiful story of the Holy Domain, but he didn't expect that it was this scene, so he couldn't help but stop, silently lowered his head, not knowing what to tell and how to tell it. (To be continued......)