With blazing flames and fire snakes swallowing, Mo Zhiyao looked at the huge corpse that was gradually turning to ashes in the fire in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.
In the ease of liberation, there is the joy of breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn, but there is also a suffocating heaviness.
The fierce flames in front of him gave Mo Zhiyao the illusion that he had cut off the past, as if the previous years had disappeared.
He reached out and touched his heart.
He couldn't feel the beating of his heart, but there was a hint of extreme coldness and coldness.
There is no heart there.
What is there is the only remaining eternal demonic element in the Three Realms.
Ten months have passed since that day when "he" kidnapped him from the Mo family and brought him to the Black Lotus Mountains, which was notorious for its evil reputation and was full of monsters.
Today, Mo Zhiyao is nearly a head taller than before, and his originally thin body has become much stronger.
His hair reaches his waist and his delicate face is less childish and more serious, with a deep expression.
His eyes looked extremely sharp.
Ten months ago, Mo Zhiyao was still a waste who couldn't even form a human pattern, but now Mo Zhiyao gently touched his left arm with his right hand, opened the cuff, and saw a mysterious silver pattern with a faint halo.
When he came into view, the excitement in his eyes was clearly revealed.
Everything about Mo Zhiyao changed drastically when he met "him", but these ten months were a nightmare that Mo Zhiyao himself didn't want to remember.
No one knows what kind of life Mo Zhiyao has been living in these ten months.
The shrill wails last for five hours every day before they stop.
Just hearing them is enough to make all living beings faint.
That was "him", using his own blood to protect Mo Zhiyao's pure body.
The moment the blood, which exuded a strong smell of blood that made people unable to breathe, and had a strange dark green color, was smeared on his body, Mo Zhiyao truly realized what it meant to be in pain and to live in a life that was worse than death.
The skin of the whole body seemed to be peeled off, every trace of flesh and blood, every muscle and bone, and every meridian seemed to have been cut by a sharp knife.
The pain was something that no one had personally experienced, and words could not express it.
Whenever Mo Zhiyao couldn't hold on, the kind and kind faces of his father and Elder Xuanyu would appear in front of his eyes, as well as the face of the man who stepped on him with a sinister smile.
"Trash, after one year, you will never have the chance to offer incense and kowtow to your damn father, hahahaha."
"Look, that loser is twelve years old, but he can't even form a human pattern.
If it weren't for the fact that his father is the elder of the clan and has been protecting him, he would have been expelled long ago.
Unfortunately, his father died in the war last year , even the corpse can’t be found, I’ll see what he does this time.”
"That Mo Zhiyao is a piece of trash.
He spends all day eating and waiting to die, bringing disgrace to our Mo family." .
Mo Zhiyao was not deaf.
He could hear every comment and whisper of his clansmen and servants clearly.
Every word was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
"I'm not a waste.
One day, I will avenge my father.
I will trample under my feet all those who look down on me and those who have hurt me."
The roar and hatred in Mo Zhiyao's heart supported him and made him Got through it.
Half a year later, Mo Zhiyao had completely adapted to the pain of the pure body.
After the pure body, he could move without any hindrance after taking a short rest, unlike at the beginning, when he lay there like a dead person, unable to move.
In the next four months, "he" would catch a monster every day and let Mo Zhiyao fight with it.
He also told Mo Zhiyao that only one person and one beast could survive.
At first, they were just ordinary monsters.
As time went by, the monsters "he" captured became more ferocious and powerful than the last ones.
Until yesterday, the head of a saber-toothed tiger that already possessed rudimentary intelligence was held in Mo Zhiyao's hand.
The origin and identity of "him" were not revealed until the moment "he" died.
After spending ten months with "him", all Mo Zhiyao got was the eternal magic element in his chest that replaced his heart, and a magic spell imprinted in his mind.
"Peng" sonic boom sounded, Mo Zhiyao made fists with both hands, his joints turned pale from excessive force.
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Looking down at the blood stains on his chest and clothes, Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his eyes looking at the corpse in the fire became more complicated.
Just an hour ago, "he" tore open Mo Zhiyao's chest with his own hands.
At that moment, Mo Zhiyao thought he was dead.
But what horrified Mo Zhiyao was that not only did he not die, but he watched helplessly as "he" stuffed a colorful object into his chest, replacing his heart.
And the wound on Mo Zhiyao's chest miraculously healed without leaving any trace.
Only the blood stains on his clothes reminded Mo Zhiyao that what he had just experienced was not a dream, but reality.
Then, "he" slapped Mo Zhiyao on the forehead.
Mo Zhiyao felt a huge flow of information pouring into his mind in an instant, but it was fleeting and could not be inquired in detail.
He could only vaguely feel two The captivating magic spell in big characters "That is the eternal demon element, the only one among the three realms."
After "he" finished all this, he said coldly.
After finishing speaking, Mo Zhiyao didn't give any chance to ask questions at all.
He just lay down among the dry firewood that had been laid out long ago.
With his hands raised, a ball of flames engulfed "him" himself.
"He" in the blazing flames did not look at all in pain.
Instead, he looked at Mo Zhiyao with hope and expectation in his eyes.
Mo Zhiyao didn't understand why "he" looked at him like this, why "he" had that look in his eyes.
In addition to the eternal demonic essence and magic arts, "he" left him with countless mysteries. .
"You did not disappoint me.
The road to becoming a demon has already begun from the moment the demon element enters the body.
From this moment on, you stand on the opposite side of the human and divine worlds.
What you have to face is endless Don't you want revenge for the killing?
If you want to rise, just practice the magic arts."
In the fierce flames, "his" smile looked so cruel, and the old voice, with deep fatigue, spoke directly to Mo Zhi. rang in Haruka's mind.
"I can choose to die," Mo Zhiyao looked at "him" without any hesitation and said in a cold voice.
Two months ago, the first human pattern was successfully condensed.
From that moment on, Mo Zhiyao did not want anyone to dictate his life.
"Haha, you can't."
The smile on "his" face became even stronger, full of confidence and ridicule of Mo Zhiyao.
"You who can persevere under my demonic blood body and were so desperate before would never choose that path."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were even colder, his expression like an eternal glacier.
"He" is right.
Mo Zhiyao cherishes this hard-won opportunity.
His father's revenge has not been avenged and his shame has not been avenged.
How could Mo Zhiyao choose to die?
"Who are you?
Why can't I condense the human pattern even though I feel like I can continue to condense it?"
Seeing that "his" huge body had been mostly devoured by the fire snake, Mo Zhiyao asked the most important question in his heart.
"Kill, killing will let you know everything."
"His" voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but his bloody eyes were unusually bright.
Taking a final glance at the black smoke in the sky and the wooden house in the distance where he had lived for ten months, Mo Zhiyao turned around and walked towards the dense forest in the distance.
The lonely figure, under the slanting light of the setting sun, was stained with blood.
The killing began from this moment Looking at Mo Zhiyuan's retreating back, "his" voice was so low that only he could hear: "You are the last hope of the demon world.
If you die, the demon world will be completely destroyed."
After entering the dense forest and identifying the direction, Mo Zhiyao spread out and ran towards Iwaki where the Mo family was located.
The Black Lotus Mountain Range was thousands of miles away from Iwaki City.
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Mo Zhiyao felt his own speed and judged that one month would be enough to get back to the Mo family.
The hardships he experienced as a child and the ten months of brutal training made Mo Zhiyao particularly fond of darkness.
As he blended in, the cool night breeze blew over his skin, making Mo Zhiyao feel particularly relaxed and comfortable.
After experiencing the magic blood essence, Mo Zhiyao was completely reborn, and his senses became extremely sharp.
Even the slightest movement several miles away could be clearly felt, as if he was actually there.
His physical strength has also been greatly improved.
Although he has only condensed one human pattern, Mo Zhiyao is confident that he can win even against those teenagers with two or even three human patterns in his upper clan.
No matter how beautiful the flowers in the greenhouse are, their vitality is not as good as the life-and-death struggle between weeds and monsters growing in the scorching heat and cold.
The effect is many times better than practicing behind closed doors at home.
"Hmm."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed as he was galloping, and his straight body jumped out sideways contrary to common sense.
"Whoa!"
A black shadow shot down from above like an arrow with the sound of breaking wind, passed through where Mo Zhiyao was just now, and landed on the ground.
After falling down, Mo Zhiyao raised his eyes and saw a giant python as thick as a bucket, with a colorful body, two heads, and the body of the python was entangled on the ground.
The two python heads moved up and down, and the two pairs of huge eyes like copper bells flashed with a cold and fierce light.
The snake in the mouth hesitated and made a slight sound.
On the two python heads, there are patterns that look like the faces of evil spirits, which makes people feel terrified.
"Ghost-Faced Two-Headed Python" Mo Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and recognized the origin of the giant python in front of him.
Not to mention the ten months he has lived here, due to the fierce reputation of the Black Lotus Mountain Range, most of the monsters in it have maps in the clan, so Mo Zhiyao can recognize them at a glance.
Although the ghost-faced two-headed python is huge in size, it is extremely flexible and extremely poisonous, making it extremely difficult to deal with.
But for Mo Zhiyao, who had hundreds of "beast" lives in his hand and could kill even a saber-toothed tiger that was beginning to gain intelligence, it was just a piece of cake.
"Hmph," Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly.
He touched the ground with the soles of his feet.
His body was as flexible and light as a civet cat, and he rushed forward close to the ground.
He actually launched an offensive.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao rushing towards him, the ghost-faced double-headed python let out a low hiss, and shot out like electricity.
The two python heads, one on the left and one on the right, ate Mo Zhiyao from both sides
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