The remaining power of the tornado blew in along the entrance of the cave, scraping through the laurel trees and bringing up the dead leaves all over the sky, making it look extremely desolate.
The laurel tree, which originally had dense branches and leaves and was full of vitality, now has dead branches and leaves.
The soft halo surrounding it has been dimmed to the point of being almost invisible, and it looks like it is on the verge of death.
Sitting on it, Mo Zhiyao had a solemn expression, with brilliance looming all over his body, and bursts of awe-inspiring aura, like a stormy sea, surging in all directions.
The sound of "beep" sounded, and the branches of the laurel tree withered and broke and fell to the ground.
Perhaps because of the sound of branches falling to the ground, Mo Zhiyao slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were completely introverted, as calm as water, with not a trace of breath escaping from his body, giving people a feeling of blending into everything.
On the left arm, on the upper part of the arm, eight human patterns and eight magic patterns are clearly visible.
The golden moonlight in the jade solidified, and only three were left.
When promoted to the realm of Qi gathering and magic whirlpool, the spiritual power and life essence required to condense human patterns and magic patterns have greatly increased.
The previous moonlight was solidified, which fully improved three human lines.
After the promotion, fifteen moonlights solidified, allowing Mo Zhiyao to be promoted to the Eighth Path of Qi Gathering Realm.
The vast life essence of the Yuehua Guishu Emperor has now been almost exhausted before it can condense the eight magic patterns of the Demonic Whirlpool Realm.
It can be seen that after being promoted, Mo Zhiyao's need to condense the double lines was astonishing.
Although the price was high, the improved strength was also astonishing.
Today, Mo Zhiyao is absolutely confident that he can completely destroy demons and blend spirits against Jun Ziqian.
It is not as simple as one plus one.
A punch was thrown out, and the void exploded.
When the punch passed by, circles of air ripples visible to the naked eye spread in all directions.
Spread along the cave to the distance.
Mo Zhiyao withdrew his right fist, and the curve at the corner of his mouth made people feel chilly.
The magic art records not only the method of cultivating demons, but also the skills.
When successfully promoted to the realm of magic vortex, a method of practicing magic skills appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind.
The magic sound captures the soul Sound wave skills are said to be magic sounds, but they are driven by magic power, vibrating the void, soundless, invisible and colorless, and so weird that it is hard to guard against.
If it were other types of magic skills, Mo Zhiyao would still have a headache.
After all, his strength is still weak, and his work on cultivating demons cannot be exposed.
Therefore, Mo Zhiyao would not use magic skills unless absolutely necessary.
But this magic sound soul seizing ability is different.
Even if it is used, the real details will not be revealed.
Because there are similar techniques in the human world, but they are extremely rare and rare.
The only difference is that one is driven by spiritual power and the other is driven by magic power.
Mo Zhiyao has long been familiar with the method of practice and is just waiting to practice it.
A clear roar rang out from the sky, shaking all directions.
"Shua" A pair of solid wings spread out on Mo Zhiyao's back, with a wingspan of nearly two feet.
His wings vibrated, bringing up a hurricane, and Mo Zhiyao flew into the sky and rushed directly to the hole above his head.
With seventeen human patterns and seventeen magic patterns, Mo Zhiyao has been able to completely control Ling Xiao, and he can use it with ease without any effort.
Mo Zhiyao did not kill the Moon King beneath him, but sucked out all its life essence, leaving a glimmer of hope for it.
There is always a thread left in everything, and Mo Zhiyao does not want to do it all.
Treasures from heaven, materials, and earth have their own spirituality.
If you have deep blessings, you can still be rejuvenated and develop spiritual wisdom, but I don’t know how many years it will take.
Something happened.
His figure shot into the eye of the wind like an arrow.
Ignoring the fierce wind around him, Mo Zhiyao surged up and escaped from the eye of the tornado in one go.
Even monks above the Nayuan realm cannot do it as easily as Mo Zhiyao.
This shows how powerful Mo Zhiyao is, possessing both demonic and spiritual energy, and cultivating both humans and demons.
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"Hahahaha, I'm out."
The feeling of the sea being wide enough for fish to leap and the sky so high for birds to fly made Mo Zhiyao so happy that he burst out laughing.
The laughter is filled with endless wantonness and arrogance Looking down, the laurel tree still stands proudly, but the moonlight on it has all been picked.
It seems that it was picked by Jun Ziqian.
Looking around, I didn't see Jun Ziqian's figure.
It seemed that he had already left here.
Mo Zhiyao was not upset about Jun Ziqian's departure.
Jun Ziqian was also seriously injured in a fierce battle with the Blue-Eyed Colorful Winged Lizard that day.
This place is already the hinterland of the Black Lotus Mountains, and there are all kinds of monsters everywhere.
Among them there are many demonic beasts that are almost as powerful as the Blue Eyed Color Winged Lizard.
Staying here is purely seeking death.
When Mo Zhiyao's eyes swept across the top of the cliff, his expression was startled.
A huge tree trunk, with the bark removed, stood on the ground.
On it are written dragons and snakes, and a few lines of writing are engraved on them.
"Brother Zhiyao, Ziqian is seriously injured and cannot go deep into the bottom of the cliff to find out.
But Ziqian looks at your face, you don't look like a short-lived person, and you have deep blessings.
If brother can escape from danger, quickly return to Iwa City to Jun's house Look for Zi Qian, and Zi Qian will drink three hundred cups with you."
The signature below was none other than Jun Zi Qian.
"Three hundred cups, don't feel bad when the time comes."
Mo Zhiyao's eyebrows raised, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Between the lines, he could see that Jun Ziqian was not pretentious, but sincere.
Mo Zhiyao had a good impression of this young man who had been with him for two months and seemed easy-going but was actually arrogant and extremely talented.
"Mo Lang, and the elders of the Mo family, I, Mo Zhiyao, will be back soon."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes turned cold, and he turned to look in the other direction.
He waved his wings behind him and turned into a stream of light, heading straight towards Fly towards Iwaki.
Iwaki, Mo family.
The annual clan competition is the most anticipated event for all the young people of the Mo family.
How many young men from the Mo clan who were usually unknown took this opportunity to stand out and become famous.
The direct descendants of the Mo family did not pay much attention to this event, but for the young people from the collateral and concubine families, it was a great opportunity to leap over the dragon's gate.
As long as you perform well in it, you will have the opportunity to become the disciple of a certain elder and join the lineage again.
Although the direct descendants, collateral descendants, and concubines are all descendants of the Mo family, the resources and treatment they enjoy are as huge as the sky.
Especially those who were born as concubines, their status was only higher than that of the guards, and they could only enjoy a small amount of the resources of the clan.
To put it bluntly, it’s just eating other people’s leftovers.
Good things don't come around, bad things come first.
Therefore, all the young men from the Mo family who were descendants of the collateral lineage and concubines were gearing up and preparing to show off their talents in the clan competition.
It's a pity that those who can soar to the sky through clan competition are only rare, very few.
Unless you are extremely talented, how can you compare with the meager resources you enjoy by your direct descendants who want everything they ask for?
Mo Mansion, Central Martial Arts Arena.
The crowds were surging and the sound was like a tidal wave.
Looking around, no less than two thousand people were gathered here.
Thousands of them are clan guards who maintain order, and about 300 are the young men of the Mo family who participate in the clan competition.
"Elder Mo Lang, your young master Mo Heng is really a blockbuster.
Unexpectedly, at such a young age, he can be promoted to the Qi gathering realm with five human patterns.
He is also a rare talent in the clan.
He will definitely shine in the future.
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He is really a tiger.
"Father has no dog."
"Yes, yes.
A tiger of a general, a master of two disciplines, that's all."
"No, look at that good-for-nothing in my family.
Oh, forget it.
Whenever I talk about him, I get very angry."
A group of tribesmen gathered around Mo Lang, who was wearing a red robe, and praised him.
Mo Lang's face was smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, and his expression was really full of ambition, and he was a little forgetful.
Although Mo Heng had his arms broken by Mo Zhiyao, he only knew a few senior members of the clan.
People like Mo Yang and Mo Hang, who knew the situation well, dared to talk nonsense because of the fierce power of Mo Lang and his son.
They were all tight-lipped and tight-lipped.
As for the higher-ups in the clan, they would naturally not publicize it.
Even Elder Xuanyu did not bother to do such things, so the matter did not spread within the clan.
"Hahaha, that boy of mine is not as good as you said, he is just doing it.
If you have anything in the future, just ask, I can help, and I will never refuse."
Mo Lang looked extremely helpful. expression, laughing and saying.
"Oh, then I will have to rely on you a lot from now on."
The group of flattering tribesmen were delighted when they heard this, and they were waiting for this sentence.
It seemed that if it weren't for the right moment, I would have spoken directly.
"Alright everyone, we'll talk about it later.
The door of my house is always open to everyone."
Mo Lang glanced at the people around him thoughtfully and said with a pun.
"The clan competition is about to begin.
I'll excuse you now."
Mo Lang waved his sleeves and robe, separated the crowd, and strode towards the main stage.
On the main stage, there are thirteen seats arranged in a row at the top.
The one in the middle is naturally the clan leader Mo Wanjun.
Next to Mo Wanjun stood a beautiful girl.
Wearing colorful clothes, she outlines a proud figure with regular concave and convex shapes, and her straight and graceful facial features make her look delicate and charming.
It was Mo Wanjun's daughter, Mo Ning'er.
Sitting on the left side of Mo Wanjun was the Great Elder Mo Tianyuan.
Beside Mo Tianyuan, stood a young man, his body as straight as a gun, wearing white clothes with blue patterns embroidered on it.
He has a slender figure and a handsome face, exuding a masculine aura, but the look in his eyes is a bit cold, and with his hands behind his back, he has an aura of looking down on the world.
It is Mo Tianyuan's only grandson and the undisputed number one person in the Mo clan today, Mo Haoming.
Mo Lang stepped up and sat on Mo Wanjun's right hand.
Elder Xuanyu, however, sat in the tail seat at the end of the row.
Being able to sit on an equal footing with the Great Elder Mo Tianyuan shows how rapidly Mo Lang's power in the clan has grown in the past two years.
Glancing at Elder Xuan Yu who was sitting at the end, Mo Lang's face turned cold, he snorted and turned away.
Mo Lang's power has expanded rapidly in the past two years, but he has always followed the footsteps of the clan leader Mo Wanjun and the great elder Mo Tianyuan, so the two of them turned a blind eye and allowed it to develop
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