After four months of life-and-death struggle, Mo Zhiyao reacted extremely quickly.
He stretched out his arms, curled his fingers into claws, and accurately grasped the two python heads of the ghost-faced double-headed python.
He was so precise that it was shocking.
Before Mo Zhiyao could exert any force, sudden changes occurred.
Several black lines suddenly sprang out from the wrists of Mo Zhiyao's hands, like several small snakes, burrowing into the body of the ghost-faced two-headed python.
The ghost-faced two-headed python suddenly let out a shrill scream, and the huge python body shrank rapidly visible to the naked eye.
The cold clear stream rushed along Mo Zhiyao's arms toward the eternal demonic essence in his chest.
Mo Zhiyao knew intuitively that the clear stream was the life essence of the ghost-faced two-headed python.
Mo Zhiyao was also startled.
Hundreds of monsters had died in his hands, but this was the first time this happened.
The clear water flowing into the body, the unprecedented comfortable feeling that he had never experienced before, made Mo Zhiyao unable to help but scream up to the sky.
But the ghost-faced two-headed python had a look of madness in its eyes, and the python's tail shot out like lightning, wrapped around Mo Zhiyao's body fiercely, and began to struggle to death.
The swift movements of the ghost-faced double-headed python were as fast as a turtle in Mo Zhiyao's eyes at this moment.
However, Mo Zhiyao had inexplicable confidence and did not dodge, letting the python's tail wrap around him.
However, this struggle not only failed to bring the ghost-faced two-headed python out of crisis, but also accelerated its demise.
Wherever Mo Zhiyao's body came into contact with the python's body, black threads sprang out and penetrated into it, sucking in the life essence of the ghost-faced two-headed python even more rapidly.
Several clear streams of life essence poured in from all over the body, and finally merged into the eternal demonic essence.
Mo Zhiyao clearly felt that there was a trace of connection between himself and the demonic essence in his body that was originally incompatible, as if flesh and blood were connected.
Feel.
But the demonic element, which was originally motionless and extremely cold, actually started to tremble slightly.
However, only a slight movement is enough.
"Ha" Mo Zhiyao shouted softly, and the two pairs of eyes of the ghost-faced two-headed python turned a dead gray with despair, without any life left, and the huge body was instantly turned into ashes, with no bones left.
Raising his hands and looking at his palms, Mo Zhiyao's expression became a little strange, and there was doubt in his eyes.
"Could it be because of the demonic element?"
Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed and he put his right hand on his chest.
Mo Zhiyao was sure that the instant trembling of the demonic element that had just flowed into his body was not an illusion.
"Yeah" Mo Zhiyao's expression suddenly changed, and a sudden sharp pain swept through his body from his heart without any warning, interrupting his thoughts.
"Ah" the shrill scream pierced the night sky, startling countless birds.
Mo Zhiyao knelt on his knees, his face distorted, his whole body convulsed, and his fists suddenly hit the ground with a muffled sound.
Mo Zhiyao's teeth made a "clicking" sound when he gritted his teeth.
His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he was in unbearable pain.
The life essence that had made him so happy before now burst out from the eternal demonic essence, raging crazily in his body like a flood of beasts.
"How could this happen?"
Mo Zhiyao was extremely horrified, but for a while he couldn't find a solution.
The severe pain made Mo Zhiyao's mind blurred.
A human-shaped pattern suddenly appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind.
There are meridians on it, and a little red light flashes on it, following a strange route, traveling in a loop.
As blessed as his soul, Mo Zhiyao endured the severe pain, tried his best to control the wild horse-like life essence in his body, and began to swim along the route indicated by the red light on the humanoid pattern in his mind.
Slowly, the life essence that had been running wildly before gradually became docile, and the heart-wrenching pain gradually weakened.
Suddenly feeling something in his heart, he opened the sleeve on his left arm with his trembling right hand, and Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly tightened.
A black pattern twisted like a ghost face, although a little dim, appeared very clearly on the left arm, not affected by the dark environment at all.
It is intertwined with its own silver human pattern, showing a strange coquettishness.
This is. . magic pattern As if he was born with instinct, Mo Zhiyao recognized the origin of the black pattern at a glance even though it was the first time he saw it.
In the human world, you can cultivate human patterns.
Only in the demon world, you can cultivate demon patterns.
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"His" last words sounded in Mo Zhiyao's mind again.
"The road to becoming a demon has already begun from the moment the demonic 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 killing."
"Kill, killing will tell you everything."
The identity of "him" is about to be revealed.
"He" is actually a demon.
The pain that had not completely dissipated made Mo Zhiyao temporarily stop thinking.
Looking at the magic patterns on his arms that had not yet fully formed, Mo Zhiyao knew that the killing would continue.
Standing up, Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with red light, with bloody murderous intent, and he dived into the darkness.
One month later, Iwaki.
Mo Zhiyao, dressed in animal skins, was walking on the bustling streets of the city where people and cars were passing by.
Looking at the numerous shops on both sides of the street, Mo Zhiyao felt as if he was in another world.
Mo Zhiyao's strange attire attracted many people's surprised looks.
Mo Zhiyao accepted it calmly and moved forward in stride.
The aroma of food wafted down the wind.
Mo Zhiyao, who had lived a life of living like a baby for nearly a year, twitched his index finger and quickly stepped across the street, following the scent to a luxuriously decorated three-story restaurant on the roadside.
Shanyuan Restaurant is the largest restaurant in Iwaki.
The boss, Fu Kuan, is a smooth man and has many connections.
He has good relations with the four major families in Iwaki, including the Mo family, so no matter which family gives him enough face, he is very popular in Iwaki.
As one of the twelve elders in the clan, Mo Cang was naturally rich.
After his death, all the property was naturally inherited by Mo Zhiyao.
If Mo Zhiyao was willing to be ordinary, the property left by Mo Cang would be enough for him to squander for three lifetimes.
Ignoring the strange looks at the guests at the door, Mo Zhiyao strode into the building.
It was time for dinner, and the hall on the first floor was already overcrowded, with not a single free table.
Mo Zhiyao, who was used to being quiet, frowned and walked towards the second floor.
The waiter guarding the stairs was about to stop him, but when he saw Mo Zhiyao's cold eyes, he immediately shuddered and did not dare to say any more nonsense.
The environment on the second floor is several times better than that on the first floor, and it is extremely elegant.
Of course, if I don’t have any strength in my pocket, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get up or down.
As for the third floor, it is used to entertain distinguished guests.
If you have money but no status, sorry, we will not accept them.
Mo Zhiyao found a seat near the window and sat down, ordering a few of Shanyuanlou's specialty dishes.
After a while, the dishes were served, and Mo Zhiyao immediately started to enjoy them.
Mo Zhiyao's mood at this moment was completely different from that before Nian Xu.
The successful condensation of three human patterns and two magic patterns made Mo Zhiyao feel exhaled and raised his eyebrows.
After successfully condensing the magic pattern, the second human pattern was naturally condensed.
The twenty days of bloody killings that followed allowed Mo Zhiyao to achieve the impressive and terrifying results of his practice today.
And as the magic patterns condensed, the eternal magic essence in Mo Zhiyao's chest also changed.
Not only did the feeling of bone and flesh connection become more obvious, but it also beat slightly, like a heart.
Only by condensing the number of magic patterns corresponding to the number of human patterns can one continue to condense the human patterns.
The reason why Mo Zhiyao did not continue to condense the magic patterns but rushed to Iwa City was because it was the death anniversary of his father Mo Cang in a few days.
The sounds of chaotic footsteps and familiar voices on the stairs made Mo Zhiyao stop what he was talking about, and the expression on his face became sinister.
"Brother, you have been in seclusion for a month, and you have finally succeeded in advancing to the Qi Gathering Realm.
Whatever you say today, let the brothers celebrate it properly."
It was still such a flattering voice, and even Mo Zhiyao could hear it without seeing him.
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It's Mo Hang.
"Yes, brother.
It's not like brothers are stingy.
You are the dragon and phoenix of our generation.
The five human patterns have been promoted to the Qi Gathering Realm.
Among the people of our generation, there are more than two hands worth.
You must treat me well today.
We brothers have a big meal."
Mo Yang always follows Mo Hang and flatters him.
And the person who can be praised so much by this pair of losers is naturally Mo Heng.
Mo Zhiyao snorted in his heart.
When he left, Mo Heng was the five-path human pattern.
It wasn't until now that I hit the Qi Gathering Realm.
I guess I was determined to condense the sixth human pattern, but it seemed like I couldn't succeed.
"Well, today brothers are open to eat, and all the expenses will be charged to my account."
The same arrogant voice as always sounded, who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Heng?
"Okay!"
A warm cheer sounded from behind, and it sounded sincere.
However, it was unclear whether it was for Mo Heng's successful promotion or for this feast.
The figure flashed, and he stepped onto the second floor first.
The figure who appeared at the entrance of the stairs was none other than Mo Heng, who made Mo Zhiyao hate him to the bone.
Over the years, Mo Heng became more burly and taller, with a slight beard growing up and down his lips.
However, at the age of fourteen, he looks like an ordinary person who is ten years old.
Naturally, those who came up next to them were Mo Hang and Mo Yang, who were frothing at the mouth and making disgusting remarks.
The two of them have not changed much.
They are still tall, thin and round, but their faces are less childish and more mature.
However, the flattery on their faces remained unchanged.
The few people who came up after that were all old acquaintances, all young men from various clans who had always been close to Mo Heng.
Mo Zhiyao was sitting diagonally across from the stairs.
Mo Heng just took a few steps and saw the animal-skin boy sitting there.
Mo Heng's expression was obviously startled, and Mo Hang and the others, who had been concentrating on flattering each other, noticed that Mo Heng's expression was wrong and quickly looked over.
The faces of several people became a little stunned.
They never expected that Mo Zhiyao, who had been missing for nearly a year, would appear here.
And the corner of Mo Zhiyao's mouth also raised a chilling arc.
Unexpectedly, just after returning to Iwaki, he would meet Mo Heng and others again on the same road
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