Raising his head, Mo Zhiyao looked up at the sky.
There is a huge hole above the Laurel King.
Through the hole, you can clearly see the eye of the tornado raging outside.
Through the eye of the storm, you can see the deep starry sky and the bright crescent moon.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Mo Zhiyao felt that the moon he saw here was much larger than from the outside, as if he could touch it with his hand.
A wisp of silver light shone down, just on the tree body of the Laurel King.
The Laurel King seemed to be alive.
The tree body trembled and the leaves rustled.
Mo Zhiyao could clearly feel its power.
A sense of joy.
"It seems that there should be more than one hole like this, and I fell into one of them and fell here."
Mo Zhiyao looked at the crescent moon above his head and analyzed in his mind.
"I don't know how many years this laurel tree has been growing here.
It's all thanks to the eye of the tornado outside that it didn't emit its breath for anyone to notice."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were filled with excitement as he played with the one in his palm.
The moonlight solidifies.
"Otherwise, someone would have discovered it long ago, and it wouldn't be my turn to pick it."
The external eye of the wind conceals Yuehua's solid and rich aura, allowing it to grow here with peace of mind.
If Mo Zhiyao hadn't been accidentally brought here by the crazy blue-eyed colorful winged lizard, he would never have discovered the secrets of this place.
The Black Lotus Mountain Range is extremely dangerous, and the cliffs here are so deep.
Even if someone dives down and sees the terrifying tornado, they will run away quickly, and how can they dare to go in to investigate?
Mo Zhiyao was excited just now and nervous about whether there were monsters guarding the surroundings.
Mo Zhiyao had not taken a closer look.
At this moment, he was looking carefully.
On such a huge laurel tree, the moonlight was solid, and there was a moon in his hand. , only nineteen in total.
The moonlight solids are extremely precious, and the ones produced by this laurel tree are of a quality that far exceeds those of ordinary moonlight solids.
The ordinary ones are just silvery white in color, but these nineteen are all golden in color.
With a wave of his arm, Mo Zhiyao solidified the remaining eighteen golden moonlight stars on the branches, picked them all and put them into the jade.
Of course Mo Zhiyao would not keep such a treasure.
Looking at the one in his hand, Mo Zhiyao thought for a moment and decided to absorb it on the spot.
Nowadays, the number of magic patterns far exceeds that of human patterns.
The top priority is to quickly condense the human patterns so as to suppress the demonic nature of the magic patterns.
Mo Zhiyao crossed his legs and folded his palms.
Holding the moonlight in his palms, it solidified and began to absorb the spiritual power in it.
The halo emanating from the Moonflower Emperor enveloped Mo Zhiyao's whole body.
With no distracting thoughts in his mind, Mo Zhiyao absorbed the pure spiritual power from the condensed moonlight into his body and began to condense the human pattern.
After entering the state of cultivation, Mo Zhiyao completely lost the concept of time and concentrated on improving his cultivation.
The sun rose and the moon set, and when Mo Zhiyao opened his eyes again, one month had passed like water.
Two real eyes were as dazzling as lightning, shooting out of Mo Zhiyao's eyes.
If anyone saw them, they would be horrified.
The electric gaze disappeared, and Mo Zhiyao's eyes returned to normal.
At first glance, they were no different from ordinary people, but if you observe carefully, you can find that they are as deep as the sky and stars, making people unable to help but indulge in them.
Desire to extricate oneself.
Rolling up his sleeves, nine silver patterns are clearly visible.
Upon closer inspection, there is a trace of golden light wandering inside.
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With the help of the moonlight, Mo Zhiyao, a nine-dimensional figure, successfully reached the state of great perfection in front of the "qi gathering" state.
A golden moonlight solidified, allowing Mo Zhiyao to improve three human patterns in one breath, and spread the word.
I don't know how many people will go crazy for it.
Mo Zhiyao stood up straight, with a calm expression, closed his eyes, and opened his arms, as if embracing the whole world.
He felt as if he and the world were integrated into one, and there was no difference between them.
His eyes opened, and a smile appeared on Mo Zhiyao's lips.
He jumped up and landed in the middle of the huge branches of the Laurel King.
He pressed his palms down and landed on the tree body.
The eternal demonic energy in the body seemed to let out a cheer, and at full strength, it began to absorb the life essence of the Yuehua Laurel Emperor.
This laurel tree has existed for an unknown length of time, and is only one step away from being able to open up spiritual wisdom in the form of a plant.
You know, the higher the level of the monster, the more difficult it is to unlock spiritual intelligence.
The Moonlight Laurel King, in terms of hierarchy, was much higher than the previous Blue-Eyed Colorful Winged Lizard.
Once his spiritual wisdom is activated, he is so powerful that he can kill Mo Zhiyao like an ant.
He can definitely be called a great monster.
This moment is the best time to absorb it.
If you miss this moment, Mo Zhiyao will never have the chance again.
An endless stream of life essence continuously enters the body and merges into the eternal demonic essence.
If the life essence of the blue-eyed colorful winged lizard is a small river, then the life essence of the laurel tree emperor is the boundless sea.
In just one day, Mo Zhiyao successfully condensed the ninth magic pattern.
Mo Zhiyao stopped taking photos, and the laurel tree beneath him trembled, as if begging for mercy.
Mo Zhiyao knew that this was due to its survival instinct.
But unfortunately, Mo Zhiyao couldn't let it go.
The reason why he stopped was because Mo Zhiyao wanted to prepare and start to attack the "Qi Gathering" realm of cultivation and the "Magic Whirlpool" realm of demon cultivation at the same time.
Just when the ninth magic pattern was condensed, a text appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind.
Although Mo Zhiyao had never seen such a strange text, he could understand its meaning at a glance.
Mo Zhiyao could only sense that the method of cultivating demons recorded on the Demon Art was the same as the method of cultivating the truth, and it was the same as the twelfth level.
The first level is the "Magic Whirl" realm.
As for the eleventh level that follows, it is unknown.
It seems that we will not know until nine more magic patterns are condensed.
As for the method of cultivation, Mo Zhiyao only knew the first three levels, gathering energy, turning spirit, and absorbing energy.
Because the entire Mo clan has only mastered the first four levels, which is the practice method of the subsequent realm of returning to the gods.
As for the first three levels, Mo Zhiyao only knew about it because of his father Mo Cang.
The higher the level of cultivation methods, the more they are in the hands of the truly dominant families and cannot be spread easily.
If you want to get it, it's hard to reach the sky.
But for Mo Zhiyao, those are too far away.
He has not even reached the Qi Gathering realm yet, so there is no need to consider those things for the time being.
The Qi Gathering Realm of cultivation and the Demonic Whirlpool Realm of cultivating demons can be said to have the same purpose but different approaches.
The so-called Qi gathering is to gather spiritual energy in the Dantian to form an existence like a gas ball.
The so-called magic whirlpool is the formation of a whirlpool of demonic energy in the Dantian.
What Mo Zhiyao has to do now is to condense the spiritual energy and the demonic cyclone at the same time and merge them into one.
As for whether he can succeed, Mo Zhiyao himself doesn't know.
No one has ever tried this in eons.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhiyao calmed down and sat cross-legged.
The spiritual energy and demonic energy in his body began to circulate according to their own circulation routes at the same time, but in the end, they all returned to Dantian.
As the spiritual energy and demonic energy circulated and precipitated, a silver air mass and a black cyclone formed simultaneously in Mo Zhiyao's dantian.
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Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with determination.
The most important thing is that at this moment, whether it is a dragon or an insect, whether it is life or death, it all depends on this moment.
Gritting his teeth fiercely, the silver air mass and the black cyclone collided violently.
Mo Zhiyao's whole body suddenly shook violently, and he was sweating profusely.
The veins on both arms are exposed, and nine human patterns and nine magic patterns appear and disappear, entangled with each other.
"Give it to me, fuck, melt it to me."
Mo Zhiyao opened his eyes angrily and roared to the sky.
His eyes were sometimes dazzling silver and sometimes red.
Two completely different forces are competing against each other, with no one willing to be at a disadvantage.
They seem to be incompatible with each other and cancel each other out.
But it was Mo Zhiyao who suffered.
His whole body was twitching and the pain was unbearable.
It is said that they cancel each other out, but it is not true dissipation, but after the collision of spiritual energy and demonic energy, they are evened into the tiniest particles, mixed together, you have me, and I have you.
Mo Zhiyao has always looked inwards at himself, always paying attention to what's going on inside his body.
Seeing such changes in spiritual energy and demonic energy, although the pain was worse than death, my heart was filled with ecstasy.
Knowing that only in this way can the two originally incompatible people be reunited.
Now he gritted his teeth and persisted desperately, continuing to collide with the air mass and cyclone.
The silver air mass and the black cyclone gradually shrunk in the collision with each other.
When the last traces of spiritual energy and demonic energy dissipated at the same time, Mo Zhiyao was so painful that he almost lost his mind.
If he hadn't experienced the demon blood tempering before, Mo Zhiyao didn't know whether he would have been able to persevere.
A new ball of energy that looked like silver and black appeared in Mo Zhiyao's dantian.
It looked like a spirit but not a spirit, like a demon but not a demon.
It was the energy of an unprecedented demonic spirit.
The demon spirit energy formed a nebula-like shape in Mo Zhiyao's dantian.
It was gorgeous and had a shuddering feeling of oppression.
The human and demon patterns on the left arm are entangled with each other to form a new pattern of silver and black, which is coquettish, weird and mysterious.
Of course, Mo Zhiyao could still control one of the patterns to disappear according to his own wishes.
"It's done."
Mo Zhiyao pounded the ground with his hands, breathing heavily like a windmill.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and all his clothes were soaked.
There was uncontrollable ecstasy and excitement in Mo Zhiyao's eyes.
Throughout the ages, Mo Zhiyao is the only person who can combine demonic energy and spiritual energy.
Although he was a human body, his body was tempered by demonic blood, and he possessed eternal demonic essence, allowing him to practice demonic methods.
But no matter how he changes, Mo Zhiyao's foundation is still human, and he can still practice the path of cultivation.
From now on, no one can predict the future of human and demon fellow practitioners, Mo Zhiyao, and his future has become confusing and unpredictable.
After breathing for a moment, Mo Zhiyao sat down again, turned over his hand and took out a golden moonlight, which was solidified, and held it in the palm of his hand.
With the other palm, he pressed it on the moonlight tree under him, his eyes dazzled with silver, A demonic red flashes alternately and begins to condense the human and demonic patterns again.
The eye of the tornado above and the hunting wind blocked Mo Zhiyao's overwhelming aura.
The bright moon in the sky, whether it was an illusion or not, seemed slightly distorted
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