The white fog, the wet air, and the cool wind in the secret station. Slowly disappearing, the multicolored light mask disappears one by one, and the scattered mountains, beautiful and elegant distant mountains, gradually emerge. Rong Su watched as a hurried figure flew into the "Flower Shadow Crystal Gate".

"Peach Shake with Dense Crystal Express Planting City". Rong Su's thin fingers shone brightly, and a crystal bag fluttered into the hands of the planter with a five-leaf clover crown on his head behind him. The five-leaf clover went deep into the salute and flew into the "Flower Shadow Crystal Gate". The Crystal Gate flashed, clusters of flower bones to be released fell, and the Crystal Gate disappeared into the blue sky.

Rong Su was full of energy and twisted the flower bud that trapped Mo Xie. "The owner of the stabbing garden, this remnant is good to take care of, let him suffer a little, and I will peek into his domain after a while."

There are three soft petals on the top of the head, a small golden hat on the top of the stamen, a straight nose, and gloomy and deep eyes. He took the bud with both hands, and with an unknown sound, he fled to the mountain.

At the time of the small cup of tea, there was a faint sound of water droplets, crisp and loud, and it was graceful to listen to. The two sword-like peaks stand upright in front of them, and the walls between the peaks seem to be pressed on the back, collapsing as if they were aggressive. The sharp sword cut down a narrow crack, and there were a few wisps of milky white mist between the cracks, and in the mist, a slender thread was faintly visible, which could only allow one body to pass through.

Dense turns of strange grass, the blades of grass swaying like sharp edges, tightly clasped on the cliff, and occasionally clusters of unknown wildflowers, jumping out of the sharp blades.

The stabbing cold face paused in front of the steep gap, and the sharp mangli pointed to a rock wall, the water-shaped ripples swayed, dense and strange grass, and the edge was reversed. The thorns turned into streamers and flew into the cracks, ripples swept through, the strange grass returned, and the mist devoured the shadows.

The steep crevices twist and turn, the icicle-like stones, dripping with silvery white water slurry, without the transparent texture of water, but with the smoothness and warmth of water.

After a few inhales, the spine falls to a wide pass. Several planters with glittering glints on their heads stepped forward and saluted. "Welcome to the owner".

Thorn Fall snorted. "Thorn Lock, send this forgotten slave to the cold pool in the garden, and let him suffer a little."

A red-thorn planter hurriedly took the buds. "The owner of the garden is brave enough to catch another one."

Thorn Fall waved his hand, and disappeared from nowhere. The stabbing lock flicked the bud in his palm and muttered. "Little one, if you fall into the hands of the owner so accidentally, there is still good fruit to eat."

The thorn lock was more sinister than the thorn fall's smile, and the two pairs of thorny hands clapped against each other, not a beat. Several spikes pierced the buds. After the black light of the flower bud flashed, the stabbing hand flashed red, and it was swollen as if it had been roasted.

Uh-huh, thmph, several spikes jumped out of Thornlock's frightened eyes, like two miniature hedgehogs covering his eyes. The two pairs of red and swollen hands rubbed desperately, and the buds fell to the ground and rolled out several feet away.

Hahaha, there were several laughs behind him. "Brother Suozhi, get your shoes wet again. Oh, wrong, it's the burning of the claws".

A black-thorn-headed planter walked over and slapped the thorn lock with a maniacing laugh. Thornlock stared angrily at Bai. "What's the big deal. It's not like you haven't experienced it."

The thorn lock ignored the black thorn head, and the red and swollen thorn tapped the flower bud, and did not dare to fly into the depths of the valley.

After sucking, I came to a snow-white strange stone field. The white stone is like snow, the stone shape is like a wave, and the wave is between the stones. There are hundreds of snow pillars erected, and in front of each pillar stand a plant with dead leaves and fallen leaves, and the clothes do not cover the body, and the cloth does not hide the shame.

The barbed lock pierced teeth to grind out the green liquor. "Die the remnants of the forgotten clan."

The buds fly into the snow pillar in the center of the snow-white strange stone field. Poof, the buds burst open, and the snow pillar instantly stretched out five snow lines, and the five flowers tied Mo Ye to the snow pillar. Mo Xie raised the head of the remnant leaves in a daze, and his mind was aware of the snow and stone ground, the blue sky and the delicate sun were like fire, baking thousands of miles blue, and the clouds were gone.

The snow-white strange stone ground is faintly cold, the wind is gusting, and the strands of evil air penetrate the skin and bones. Mo Xie felt that his body was full of true energy, and his spirit was hundredfold. The "ungrateful grass" with its head and drooping its head trembled with its ruined leaves. The pale green leaves splashed and turned yellow-green, trembling, and Mo Ye's face rippled.

"Ahh Outside, a plant girl with withered yellow leaves raised her weak eyelids, looked at the familiar Zhibo source, and stared at her heavy eyelids in shock.

The "Ungrateful Grass" on the top of Mo Ye's head shook the remaining leaves, slowly lifting the only leaf that was not broken. "Ahh

"Shui Ji, you haven't entered the soul realm, how dare you enter the planting domain, you have forgotten the legacy of your ancestors." Shui Di struggled to open her eyes and scolded Shui Ji angrily.

"Me". Mizuyoshi swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach.

"What am I doing, me, I'm". Shui Di's voice gradually became smaller, she lowered her head heavily, and murmured in her mouth with a curling tail note, unable to hear what she was saying.

Mo Xie stared at the shiny black eyes, his eyes went to the upper eyelids, and he looked at the "ungrateful grass" on his head. At this time, I learned that the "ungrateful grass" was called Shuiji. A drop of sour dew fell on the corner of Mo Ye's mouth. Mo Xie is clever, this is not dew, it contains too many indescribable flavors. was so shocked that Mo Xie couldn't help but feel a faint pain in his heart.

"Shui Di—, Shui Di—". Mizuyoshi shouted, struggling. Shake off a few leaves.

"Ouch, I'm so moved, there's still an outlaw mandarin duck here, Shui Ji! Hand over your secret art, and I'll let you two leave the 'Forgotten Slave Garden'." Do you see the look of your sweetheart? Hey, whether you can get through it tonight or not, it's all about it." Thorn Lock looked at the scene in the cold pool with a wicked smile, and his piercing eyes flashed with snowy light.

"Get out, you pig's trotters, why don't you burn you". Shui Ji stared closely at the weak, unable to withstand the wind and grass, and the anxious, broken blades of grass glowed red.

"Ouch, why bother! The Forgetful Clan is so angry, like eating gunpowder, tomorrow morning, I hope you can still be so loud." The stabbing lock snapped and stabbed, striking out a few wisps of crystal, flicking his long sleeves, and swaying away from the cold pool.

Mo Evil's strange eyes swept the figure of the thorn lock far away. "Shui Ji, your clan spells seem to be very attractive to these Zhi clans, do you see that thorn head?

Shui Ji stared at Shui Ni in despair, the withered yellow leaves, which had long lost the alluring atmosphere of the past, decadent and delicate, made Shui Ji's heart ache like a stab.

"There are three forgets". Shui Ji was clever, came to his senses, and swallowed back the words behind him, and his eyes were ghostly and aware of Mo Ye staring at Mo Ye in the distance.

Mo Xie's magic idiocy came again, his heart scratched an itch, as if he had grown grass, and his greedy desire grew wildly. My heart doesn't beat, my face doesn't change, I close my eyes, and I don't say a word as if I'm asleep.

Shui Ji was conscious for a long time, and he didn't feel the strangeness in Mo Xie's heart, so he retracted his gaze with confidence and stared at Shui Di, his eyes full of concern.

Twilight came from outside the towering sword-shaped mountain, the mountain color was dark ochre for a moment, dark blue for a moment, and the black peaks slowly swallowed the heat of the "Forgotten Slave Garden". The garden gradually filled with smoke, rain and fog, thick and heavy, overwhelming.

The snow-white strange stone of Hantan, with the fog rushing into the sky, slowly disappeared, in the fog shadow, the corrugated stone disappeared, a snow-white, smooth stone surface illusion in the mist.

Crackling, crisp sound, howling on the cold pool, strong and weak, high and low, in the blink of an eye, the fog of the cold pool floated out of pieces of broken leaves.

Mo Xie looked at the cold pool with a cruel smile, flying pearlescent cold waves, although the cold qi was unbearable, it was not worth mentioning to Mo Ye who used cold qi as his cultivation qi. With his head lowered, the cold beads splashed on the broken leaves of Mizuyoshi. Mizuyoshi howled like a pig, and the broken leaves crackled with cold beads. With a single blow, the remnants of the leaves were covered with frost and cracked.

Shui Ji raised his head sharply and looked at Shui Ni, who was motionless. A bead of cold waves hit, and the withered grass blades of Shuini swayed to the side with the waves, and a few crisp sounds, and several yellow leaves fell into the cold pool.

"Water-ni-". Mizuyoshi howled, his voice mixed with calls. Shui Ni clicked and shook the leaves, as if she were dead, motionless.

With Xiao Xiao's cold waves, the yellow leaves coldly hit the fragile bodies of every body in the cold pool, howling and roaring. The cold waves are like knives, ruthlessly giving up family affection and destroying the lives of the plant people.

"Oops"! Mo Xie exclaimed in his heart, he really couldn't stand the scream of this dying struggle. It made Mo Xie's heart soften. I kept shouting in my heart. "Secret Arts, Secret Arts, Spells, Spells, Spells".

It seems that only in this way can Mo Xie's kind heart become as hard as a stone.

Poof, a few zhang away, the cold wave flew by, and the desolate scream of "ungratefulness grass" exploded into a green-white glittering bead body, escaping and sucking on the cold pool, turning into a basin of large ice beads and falling into the cold pool.

There was a voice outside the cold pool, an indifferent voice. "This is your last chance, say it, and I'll give you a new lease of life."

In the silence, the ice beads fell on the surging cold surface, shattered into ice slag, and sank into the cold pool in a wave, disappearing without a trace.

Mo Xie God recognized the source of the indifferent voice, and his eyes condensed a sharp cold light.

"Who's peeping at the ancestor". There was a frightened sound in the dark airspace, and before the words were finished, boom, boom. The terrifying sound drowned out the cold pool, with a round head and big ears, thick arms and thick legs, a black-striped melon skin hat, a round nose and a square mouth, and a bright and cold shadow with branches and teeth. Pulling a long, glittering, arm-thick chain.

Xue Liang Cold Shadow picked up the crystal chain square head hammer and smashed it into the empty space of the black hole. "Lao Tzu is the overlord of Hantan, who is blind at the door of Lao Tzu's house".

With a bang, the airspace burst into white snow slag, and a ray of light shot ten miles away like a meteor and fell into the gap of the foggy cliff. Countless leaf-shaped green rays stretched out of the mist cracks, rolling up the shadows that flew in, and there was a terrifying click, and there was no sound in the black fog of the hanging mist.

In the "Forgotten Slave Garden", in a small pavilion with dense branches, Thorn Fall opened his eyes violently, and he was surprised to recognize the direction of Hantan. "What struck the thorn lock and fell into the chewing grass".

On the cold pool, boom, boom, there was a terrible tail sound, and the stabbing only saw a square head and round buttocks glittering, and it sank into the black cold pool mist. (To be continued......)