Chapter 492: Cold Blood Ice Crystal (10) Slashes the Black Cliff

Mo Ye's eyes froze, and the countless blisters that appeared, like countless stars flashing in the night sky, were shining with clear light. "Dizzy, white blind crane top incense burner".

Crackling, cold water droplets hit Mo Ye's face, a drop penetrated his heart, Mo Ye stood in the dripping rain, shivering with a cold body, a flash of fluorescent light, and set up a condensing shield.

Silky and fluttering. The raindrops that came to the face were like silk, like silk, hitting the condensing shield, and the slightest coolness soaked through the condensing shield, rippling with a misty lightness, and condensing a layer of coldness on Mo Ye's face. Gaze at the rain line dripping into the sky.

Drop by drop, the raindrops slid down the leaves and fell on the grass in the forest with a "click". The grass nodded in the raindrops, fluttering and flicking the fine raindrops, the raindrops moaned and scattered, and the raindrops that were bullied by the grass whimpered in the rustling rain, the voice was very soft, it seemed to be close to the ear, and it seemed to be a hundred miles away.

With the sound of whimpering, Mo Ye gradually narrowed his eyes, staring at the vast rainy night, how could there be a cry from the Ethereal Peak. The cry was suppressed with great difficulty, and it was difficult to pull out a little bit, like the rain of the night, and the darkness bullied and gasped.

Mo Xie retracted his consciousness and stood quietly in the rain for a long time. The place where the cry came from was a black-kneeled cliff, and the cliff skyscraper was pressed on an inclined plane, and it collapsed aggressively. The bare rock walls and cliffs reflect the red water color in the black rain, and gradually turn black copper. Clusters of unknown wildflowers jumped in the rock wall, clasping the cliff in dense turns, and a black and green corpse in the grass, washed by the drizzle, gray and green were even more terrifying.

A white figure, curvaceous and trembling in the green bones, suppressed crying, squeezed out of the tight mouth. It seems that he is afraid that the sound will be loud and wake up the bones hanging from the cliff.

The dripping rain spread violently, and the broken lines were cut off, and they couldn't wait to form a rain curtain to pour down on both sides.

The red face reflected the black rainy sky. Skinny cheekbones are smooth and self-cleansing. The face glows red, and the freckles are like fly droppings on a powder. The smooth and bald chin is cocked, and the big yellow teeth waft out of the stench of the pig's nest. "Lin Baobao, have you thought about it"?

The saint trembled, her head bowed, and black beads ran down her wet head, unable to distinguish whether it was rain, sweat, or tears. Shaking his head, pieces of rain fell in a flutter.

"Toast and don't eat, eat and punish wine. Don't let you die, you don't know that there has never been a living saint in the Black Cliff." The black light flashed, and the black hand locked the saint's neck. The bridge of the nose was flattened, the freckled face moved the cheeks, and the saliva that was about to flow out.

"It's a pity that this body is tender, and the next time I am reincarnated, I will be reincarnated as a saint." The stench sprayed the saint's face, and black tears flowed down her cheeks. Drops on black hands.

"It's useless to cry, I like tender meat, I don't like cold tears". Freckled face continued to frighten and make the most of his last effort. Destroying the fragile heart of the saint.

The saint lifted her face, which was clouded with rain and tears. Let the cold raindrops cleanse the dusty heart. This filthy holy realm is a paradise for the saints and a tomb for the weak. The saint closed her eyes weakly. Waiting for the pain that I haven't seen for a long time.

"I like saints, I don't like saints who smell corpses." There was a faint sound in the rustling drizzle, as if it were drawing from the sky as if it were falling raindrops.

"Who. Who's pretending to be a god". The freckled face was clearer, and the dead eyes swept the rain curtain in panic.

"This little divine consciousness also wants to bully the strong." There was a sigh of regret from the rain. Shaking his head, the rustling of rain became a little louder. Like a whirlwind, it swept up large raindrops.

"Lao Tzu is the owner of the Black Cliff, and this ethereal peak is Lao Tzu's territory." The freckled face became solemn, forty miles of divine sense, fifteen miles of sensing, but did not perceive the speaker's position.

"Hey, if you don't talk about Black Cliff, I can still keep you alive, you can go." The wet cliff stretched out a crystal hand, instantly grabbed the freckled face, kneaded the entire holy body of the freckled face in his hand like a steel ball, and gently rubbed it, a burst of blood was beaten to the ground by the rain, and the yellow mangs were crystal light, and the two-colored spiritual roots pleaded miserably between the crystal fingers.

Jing's hand was not half melancholy, and he gently squeezed it, and a breath of fresh air melted into the coldness of the rain. Hmm, dozens of divine senses suppressed the black cliff. "Who is wild in the Black Cliffs".

The space light shield in the dark night sky burst open violently, and the dripping rain and cold raindrops were instantly squeezed out of the black cliff by the space light mask. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and there was only the ghostly darkness, condensing the fear of space.

The strange silence of the night, every drop of the sadness of the night, has become a terrifying hideousness in the space, drops of sweat quietly flow on the black faces of dozens of bodies in the air, and the hairs in the rapids stand in the sweat and tremble.

The space light mask is filled with a familiar stench, which is the unique bad breath of Singh, the lord of the Black Cliff Cliff, in addition to the smell, there is also a faint sour tear, it is the black rock, the pink and snow-white carcass, the volatile shame and horror.

The cliff master Singh Gugen is of the third order, how can there be no signs of ashes and ashes, except for the stench, there is no longer a cliff master who is obscene and arrogant.

"You are all the Sages of the Black Cliffs." A dark shadow faded out of the darkness. patted the silky Danhai of the saint on the black rock, and took out a pink holy dress and draped it on the saint. In an instant, his nose involuntarily hissed and took a few deep breaths, his body shivered, and he stretched his neck in a hurry.

He turned around in panic and cursed secretly. How did the dog's nose become so sensitive, it could actually smell Lin Ru's breath.

The Sage in the air did not answer, staring lifelessly at the Sage in front of the Black Cliff. The saint came out of there, no one could see clearly, and it seemed to be the embodiment of the dark elves, condensed in the shadows. A light rain fell in the space mask, dripping with a piece of heaven and earth.

Whew, a red flame ignited in the silence, and the crackling and beating flames exploded faintly in the spatial light shield. It's quiet, it's deadly still. The mouths that could not be closed were as big as the mouth of a bell, and the lips and cheeks were pale, and the sticky flow of long harass flowed out. The true qi gathered at the fingertips swirled strangely.

"I, the master of the Ethereal Peak, take back the Ethereal Peak Domain, and those who enter the peak will die without a place to be buried." The sound of rolling thunder resounded through the space light mask, like thunder and lightning piercing the dark clouds, and the ethereal peak of the thunder-like shock buzzed and trembled, and its sound could be heard for hundreds of miles.

The yellow light with a black tail and vein-like light split into dozens of yellow fireballs, which broke through the light shield with a pop and pierced into the Danhai of the Demented Sage. The sky exploded with blood-colored true air masses. Dozens of red and dark suns hung in the bloody space light mask.

Dozens of yellow points of light flew out of the blood-colored true qi mass, and escaped for dozens of miles with a single breath, like a swarm of fleeing bees buzzing and disappearing over the black cliff. Mo Ye stared at the spirit in the distance. sighed, his heart was too soft, and although the trapping technique imprisoned all the saints, he still didn't give up his heart.

"Let's go, go to the Dongshun Medicine Crystal Shop, and tell the Holy Friend of Qiong Lin to stay away from this place where things are wrong." Mo Ye didn't look back, Lin Ru stared at Mo Ye's back stupidly, it was him, every time he was in danger, he would appear around like a ghost, and he disappeared mysteriously. This time, in order to save himself, he killed dozens of saints in the Black Cliff, and the Black Cliff sky was about to collapse.

Lin Ru slowly approached Mo Ye excitedly, but his breathing was oppressed by Mo Ye's bloody breath and became difficult. Hearing Mo Xie's majestic words, like a docile sheep, he reluctantly glanced at Mo Xie and fled into the darkness.

The Black Cliff Hall was in chaos, and hundreds of sages were so frightened that they couldn't even see half of the birds' shadows. With a boom, the Black Cliff Hall exploded into a burst of fire, bursts of air, sandwiched with flames and dust, churning and roaring engulfed the hundred-zhang fire forest, a low whimper, engulfing the tongue of fire in the sky, dust and mist rushed into the sky with a diffuse scorching gas, burning half of the sky, burning rolling dark clouds, the sky cracked the black and blue airspace, and frightened the stars to flash a few fragments.

Mo Xie vented his anger in the Black Cliff Hall, and the stone hall that was beaten turned to ashes and rose from the ground. Mo Ye covered his nose and fanned the dust. , this is where the sage lives, it's just a wormhole and a dung pit, and the stones are all lascivious, and it's not a pity to destroy it.

Mo Ye admired his nose a little, and he could smell the air of obscenity and luxury in the dust in the sky. Mo Xiehuo hurriedly looked at the sky, and the loading was finished, let's run. Mo Ye plunged headlong into the dark mountain forest.

The night, after the madness, became silent, except for the rain that fell with dust and popping.

Inside the Holy Soul Peak, Bian Han's bloodshot eyes shone fiercely, and angry flames illuminated the dark cave. The triangular eyes were cold and cold, shining with two ghost fires. "Little saint, you are too capable of pretending, if it is not easy to die, I will kill you now."

The Mo Evil Spirit who escaped in the Ethereal Peak shuddered, and looked back at the vast ghostly Ethereal Peak. It seemed that there was a pair of lean raptor-like eyes staring at him in the peaks of the black hole, sinister and cunning, aggressive.

The morning light confided, the sky was white, the deep sky had not shaken off the blue veil, and the dark clouds that had been overcast all night left half of the red tail, curled up, and retreated with the darkness to the western sky.

Shunzhen was still half-asleep, and he had not woken up, and countless sages had lost their tiredness, and they poured out of Shunzhen like crazy, rushed into the white morning mist, and flew towards the ethereal peak.

Half an hour later, the Black Cliff was densely packed outside, overwhelming tens of thousands of Saints, staring at the Black Cliff Hall with a pile of black ash in shock.

A few wisps of wind, with a faint earthy scent, the black cliffs glowed red in the morning light. The blue grass and pink flowers bowed their heads slightly in the wind, not knowing whether they were contemplating or making a wish towards the rising sun.

The news that the peak master of the Ethereal Peak had killed the Black Cliff passed away, and the Eight Peaks, Twenty Caves, and Forty-Seven Families were shocked. Holy Cloud City, Holy Sea City, and Holy Soul City all sent holy envoys to secretly investigate the Ethereal Peak Lord, and the Sacred Domain was shocked not by who was the Ethereal Peak Lord, but by the Peak Master who carried the Fallen Soul Green Zijing that could arouse greedy desires. (To be continued......)