In the black canopy, the silver threads in the veins of roots and leaves were silently torn apart, and the faint sound sounded. "After talking about business, let's talk about it, you little saint is not right-minded."

Mo Ye was silent, the icy ice pillars, ice needle-like cold silk gushed out from the pillar, poof, pierced into the bone marrow through the skin, and a flash of cold light lit up in the depths of the sea of knowledge, Mo Ye felt that from the bottom of his head, the ice reached the top of his head, and his hair was hissing and cold.

"Dragon Ancestor, there is something to say, the Dragon Ball will be released in advance, you will talk about business first." Mo Xie's divine consciousness trembled, his mouth couldn't be opened, and his teeth were frozen to death. "I'm rooted, this turned out to be a bald-horned cold dragon."

The white shadow of the fish scales mixed with the snowy cold blade scales, and it exploded with a buzz, and the cold air of the shaking heaven and earth shook the cold blade. After a few buzzes, the whistling sound of toothache was heard, and the rushing cold wind stopped. "Little saint, I'm right, you have a sense of inadequacy, hehe wants to be angry with me, I'm not angry, your best friend is in this 'Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave', I'm not in a hurry."

Mo Xie seemed to be squeezed out of breath, silent, numb in his hands and feet, and trembling in his heart. The gums shivered involuntarily. "Okay, Long Zu, I will agree to any conditions."

Cold ripples came softly. "Little saint, in fact, we don't need to bargain. You can't save your best friend without me."

Mo Xie was speechless, there was a coriander in the Danhai Sea, and the Tao was not afraid of fish scales and white shadows. Mo Ye has the slightest sense of induction, and the two are connected by blood and soul. When the dragon-shaped white shadow was frenzied, the coriander in the Danhai stared at the big eyes and chewed garlic cloves. Mo Xie has condensed the "Divine Condensation Technique" and can recognize the Zerg's half-speech. "Dude is quiet, dude is quiet".

Every time the white shadow of the fish scales heard this, the state of mind that hurt the roots of his teeth slowly became calm.

"Okay, Long Zu said quickly." Mo Ye was hit by the white shadow of the fish scales, and his mood was confused, and he still had the heart to fight with him.

The sound of softness. Although it was uncomfortable to hear, it was not pleasant to hear, and what the fish scale and white shadow said surprised Mo Ye a lot.

"Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave" is really a half-finished land for the soul clan. Back then, the Zerg and the Plants had hundreds of millions of corpses here, and the Soul Clan borrowed the power of the blood soul to extradite the soul stone here, sealed the hundreds of millions of remnant souls of the Zerg and the Plant, and wanted to turn the soul into soldiers, but because it was difficult to cross the Soul Pass, the soul artifact could not attract soul energy. Abandon this domain halfway.

Although the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave" is half-useless, the ability to seek souls and immobilize divine consciousness has not been eliminated. For tens of millions of years, those who summoned soul insects and planters in the mound were unable to get out of the "Ten Thousand Souls Barren Grave" because their divine sense was too weak, and their souls were scattered in the "mound", and the bones were buried among the barren stones. Only those with super divine consciousness can pass the Desolate Tomb Soul Stone and return to the two realms.

Hell, that's weird. Every time a strong person returns, he doesn't bring back a soul and a half-soul. And those with strong divine consciousness will have one less soul, and they will never be able to cultivate to the soul condensing realm. "Ten Thousand Souls Deserted Tomb" is also known as "Soul Seeking Tomb". The inner soul is sealed, and the outer soul cannot enter.

For tens of millions of years, the Holy Realm has been admired by the scattered souls. I want to refine my soul energy and reshape my soul body, but I can't swim in and out again. Become a lonely soul in the barren mound. Once a Soul Condensation Realm Great Soul entered it, he also failed to escape the bad luck.

"I see, this is not only the tomb of the cultivators. It is also the land of the soul." Mo Xie figured it out. Why hasn't the orchid clan recalled a soul for tens of millions of years? Listen to the meaning of the Dragon Ancestor, don't talk about summoning the soul, the Tao seems to come to send the soul. Mo Ye was a little puzzled, what does this have to do with Dragon Ancestor?

"Little Shengyou doesn't know, when Qian fought here with the Holy Clan Shun Yao, because of the defeat, Shun Yao was torn apart in the heaven and earth, and lost a soul here, the Holy Friend has a good sense of God, and he enters and exits the 'Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave' as if he was on the ground, and I hope that the little Holy Friend will help me find a soul." The white shadow of the fish scales became serious, earnest, and entangled.

Mo Xie grinned at the black "Soul Seeking Stone", muttering in his heart. "Such a strange place, how can you know 'as if you have entered the flat land' before you enter it."

Mo Xie is not interested in the remnants of Long Zuqian and the Dragon Ball, and it is just a promise to help or not, but the "Ten Thousand Souls Desolate Grave" can't help but enter, even if he loses a soul and a half soul for this. Why did the land of the desolate mound just throw itself out of the mound?

Long Zu Qian looked at Mo Ye indifferently, as if he was waiting for Mo Ye to be confused and confused, and he couldn't understand it. After looking at Mo Ye with chaotic eyes for a long time, he laughed a few chills. "Little Holy Friend, don't think about it, your best friend must be in the Desert Tomb, you are teleported, right? The Wasteland Region cannot fly away for 100,000 miles, and the airspace cannot be teleported for millions of miles, just because the Little Saint Friend's divine consciousness is stronger than the Wasteland Forbidden Consciousness Ability, and he was teleported out of the Wasteland. It's not easy to get in. If you don't believe in it, you can go to the desolate grave."

Mo Ye was skeptical when he heard this, saying this, Chengying, the eldest brother, and the second brother must be in the barren mound. Looking at the black ink stone rock, except for the black scary and the strange cracking, there is nothing strange about it. Mo Evil Starlight flashed, and fled to the barren mound, really not believing what Long Zu said.

The black rock is getting closer, but it is gradually soaring, like a black wall blocking the sky, aggressively leaning towards it, collapsing and approaching. Mo Xie wanted to escape to the top of the mountain, thinking about his true qi, but he seemed to be getting lower and lower. If you want to escape into the mountain wall, the dense cliff stone cracks seem to be close in front of you, but it seems to be more and more fine, and it is getting farther and farther away.

A rapid wind sounded, and Mo Xie flickered back to the starting point, the pale white phantom of the dragon ancestor, grinning with the dragon's palate, he, hehehehe, hehehe.

Mo Evil Divine Consciousness Black Sky Stone Rock, no more than a zhang high, far more than a hundred zhang, how can it be so ghostly, could it be that the bald dragon is playing with himself.

Long Zuqian's dragon face was strangely deformed, the big dragon's mouth was baring up the fangs of the disgusting people, the big nose hole was spewing fiery white gas, two long dragon whiskers, suddenly, whirring, whining and trembling, and the red thick tongue rolled back and forth, stirring the slippery white pulp and throwing the sky to the ground.

Long Zuqian was really angry, so he almost led the thunder and lightning to split Mo Evil again. Mo Xie starlight flashed, and once again fled to the barren mound stone rock, his consciousness was fully opened, and he recited the mysterious incantation. "Thousands of stones and blue waves, listen to my orders, ten thousand jade beads, give me strength, escape."

Whoosh! A blue and blue line shadow shot directly into the black stone wall, and disappeared into the black black curtain in a blink of an eye. Long Zu Qian grinned and spit out a muddy word. "End".

Mo Xie jumped into the black rock wall, and clusters of unknown black stone flowers floated in. Mo Xie just condensed a smile, the stone flowers were like arrows, like falling stones, and the giant hammer with ten thousand faces smashed like a drum.

Mo Xie shouted angrily, condensed "extinguish the fire" in his hand, and slashed at the Wanmian Stone Flower with a cold sword blade. If you don't cut it, the cold blade sword shadow is slashed, and the 10,000-faced giant hammer turns into 10,000 giant axes with black light, splitting the sky. Each axe blade slashed out several black light edges, staggering vertically and horizontally, and the heavens cracked deep cracks.

Mo Xie's stunned thoughts and mysterious spells retreated sharply, the axe was too sharp, and the axe was comparable to the Qi Condensation Realm technique. Mo Xie thought of "opening the sky and poking the shadow", and the "fire extinguishing" sword blade rose straight to the first order of condensation, the sword edge was extremely sharp, and the axe momentum was even better, and the momentum of the chopping pressure was so frightened that Mo Xie had no burden to confront it. The figure exploded and retreated.

Click. The sharp axe fell into the black stone rock, not biased or oblique, wedged into the black crack, leaving only the giant axe, the axe body sank, and disappeared into the deep ravine. Mo Ye almost dropped his jaw in shock, it turned out that the dense cracks on the black stone rock were deep marks left by the giant axe.

The black stone rock burst out with a long black gas, sandwiched with black sparks, gushing into the heavens and the earth, Mo Ye felt the scorching heat of the fire on his face, and flew out of the black wave stone sea like a ball.

Long Zu Qian opened his snow-white, pointy, and shining cold fangs, as if he was about to bite at Mo Ye who was rolling with black light, and his beautiful eyes like cold crystals blinked. The red lips pursed and let out a chilling breath.

Mo Xie's eyes were full of Venus, a burst of fishy, smelly, sticky cold wind blew, and the figure rolling in a circle instantly froze in the airspace. Two powerful impulses squeezed, and Mo Ye's body gradually flattened, and in the blink of an eye, it flattened into a book.

Two humanoid phantoms shuttled back and forth between the skins, boom! The black light exploded, and the black mist and cold wind disappeared to both sides. A black shadow escaped, and Mo Xie's black hair was like a waterfall, condensing in the ghostly trembling airspace.

Long Zuqian grinned and roared wildly. "Oh haha, the phantom of the little saint friend is really subtle."

Mo Xie gathered his thick hair, tapped the phantom book cover, green smoke rose up, and a wisp of fishy divine consciousness flew back to the sea of Mo Evil Consciousness. Wow, Mo Xie stuck out his tongue, and the unpleasant stench filled his body. "The old vulture, knowing that it is a phantom, is still ruthless."

"Hey, hey, don't talk about you, even the Great Sage of the Incarnation Realm can't forcibly break in." The phantom of the dragon ancestor spitted out the illusory dragon whiskers, spraying a misty cold air, and laughing non-stop.

Mo Xie stood with black pupils, and his qi was useless, it was obvious that the repulsive power of the barren mound was beyond the reach of Mo Xie's ability. An anxious look appeared on Mo Ye's face. "Dragon Ancestor, I don't know how to enter the barren mound."

Long Zu boasted an illusory dragon beard. The big red lips resemble an elongated, enlarged virgin's mouth. "Of course there is a way to enter, and you haven't agreed to my conditions yet."

Mo Xie was anxious, and he had the heart to circle with this vulture dragon who was sometimes good and bad, and sometimes angry and sometimes laughing. "Okay, isn't it just looking for a wisp of remnants, I promise."

"If you can't agree, you have to leave a token, the blood alliance will damage your divine sense, and I will leave your incarnation holy bag as a proof." Long Zu Qi blew his beard and stared, baring his fangs, as if he was smiling and angry, which was really scary.

Mo Ye was helpless, the barren mound was too ghostly, Chengying, Chixiao, and Taia had been in for a few days, and Mo Ye was so anxious that his eyes were full of smoke. The holy bag turned into blue light and flew towards Long Zu Qian.

The sharp claws stretched out the phantom, and the holy bag passed through the fingers and fell into the airspace, the white shadow of the fish scales flashed, and the virtual dragon shadow on the smooth black stone swirled on the holy bag.

"Hehe, this bag is too heavy to catch". The dragon ancestor was blowing the dragon's whiskers and coiling the holy bag, like the green mist swirling out of the holy bag. Funny self-deprecation.

"Long Zu, say it quickly, I don't have time to talk to you." Mo Xie's black hair is like a waterfall, the wind spreads the airspace, and the blackened battle armor glows with a gloomy light.

"Hey, hey, it's very simple, self-proclaimed divine consciousness". Long Zu Qian coiled on the holy bag, ignoring it, the sharp snow jade claws tied the flower knot, and the flower-colored runes fell on the holy bag. (To be continued......)