"It turns out that all we need to do is knock these puppets out of the bluestone road."
Mo Zhiyao thought to himself, then continued moving forward without any hesitation.
After defeating the pair of puppets, Mo Zhiyao could move forward ten feet.
Ten feet later, another pair of puppets rushed forward.
"The cultivation level of this pair of puppets is still at the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm.
Although their strength is the same as the pair just now, their speed is twice as fast."
Mo Zhiyao was not in a hurry, fighting with the pair of puppets and observing them.
The difference.
After defeating four pairs of puppets in a row, Mo Zhiyao stopped and took a short rest.
Each time you defeat a pair of golems, you can get ten breaths of rest.
“Although the realm is the same, as we move forward, the combat power of each pair of puppets has significantly improved.
The first pair of puppets are just the most basic Qi Gathering Realm cultivation, without any outstanding features.
The second pair has greatly improved in speed.
The third pair focuses on explosive power.
The fourth pair has both strength and speed.
The same realm does not mean the same combat power.
It seems that the puppets in the future will continue to improve their abilities in all aspects, and Mo Zhiyao guessed that in the end, they should still be able to perform corresponding skills.
This road to tear the sky is really not ordinary.
No wonder Ji Haoran, the number one person in Beiyuan, only managed to break through the distance of 2,100 feet with his peak Nayuan cultivation level.
"Come again" Mo Zhiyao shouted in a low voice, with fighting intent in his eyes, and he rushed forward.
"Peng" punched away a puppet in the middle stage of spiritual transformation.
Before Mo Zhiyao could catch his breath, another puppet wrapped around him like a wisp of smoke, and his palm was like a knife, slashing at Mo Zhiyao's back.
"Tear open" Mo Zhiyao's clothes were opened behind him, and a streak of fire extended from his left shoulder to his right waist.
If Mo Zhiyao hadn't been wearing silver wave armor, this blow would have been enough to seriously injure him.
With an angry shout of "Go away", Mo Zhiyao put his foot on the abdomen of the puppet.
There were continuous explosions, and purple thunder balls exploded in succession, blasting the puppet who was good at speed to the outside of the bluestone road.
"Woo!"
A sound broke through the air, and the puppet that Mo Zhiyao had just repelled rushed up from behind.
Mo Zhiyao quickly turned around to avoid it.
This puppet is good at strength, and even Mo Zhiyao doesn't dare to fight head-on.
Mo Zhiyao has now broken through a distance of seven hundred feet, which is already quite good for a new disciple who is trying to break through the sky for the first time.
Although Mo Zhiyao's cultivation level is comparable to that of these two puppets, they are both in the middle stage of spiritual transformation.
But you must know that Mo Zhiyao came all the way and only had ten breaths of rest time after each level.
Moreover, of the two puppets now, one is good at strength and the other is good at speed, and all the puppets have a perfect set of skills.
Combo technique.
The cooperation between the two sides is extremely tacit, resulting in a surge in combat power, and they can match even the mid-level Soul Transformation.
Moreover, this is a puppet, and Mo Zhiyao's magic sound soul-catching power is useless to it, which is equivalent to weakening Mo Zhiyao's combat power by at least 30%.
As one goes and the other goes, Mo Zhiyao has gradually shown signs of decline.
After blasting away the speed puppet, Mo Zhiyao's pressure suddenly decreased a lot.
Without joining forces, Mo Zhiyao was still confident of defeating this power puppet.
"Whoa!"
Mo Zhiyao's figure twisted strangely, went around behind the power puppet, swept his leg across, and blasted out six powerful blasts, causing the power puppet's body to sway and lose its balance.
"It's now" Mo Zhiyao also created this situation before, but it was always interrupted by the speed puppet and unable to attack continuously.
Now without the restraints of the speed puppet, Mo Zhiyao could finally complete the offensive in one go.
"Peng" a thunderous voice sounded, and Mo Zhiyao used all his strength, and launched six blasts of four-level force, hitting the back of the power puppet.
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Already out of balance, and then bombarded by four consecutive punches, the power puppet was blown away like a cannonball and landed outside the bluestone pavement.
"Huhu" Mo Zhiyao put his hands on his knees and bent down, breathing heavily like a windmill.
Drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat.
Looking up to the front, Mo Zhiyao had a wry smile on his face.
After getting here, Mo Zhiyao knew that he had reached his limit.
The further you go on this road to tear the sky, the higher the fighting power of the puppets you protect will be.
When they were five hundred feet apart, the two puppets were indeed as Mo Zhiyao had guessed before.
They had different aura attributes and possessed skills.
After joining forces, Mo Zhiyao, whose realm was one level higher than theirs, tried his best and barely managed to win.
Being able to reach the current position of seven hundred feet is already Mo Zhiyao's limit.
Mo Zhiyao looked three hundred feet away.
Beside the two puppets guarding the roadside, there were also two monsters watching eagerly.
"That's it."
Mo Zhiyao straightened up and took out the black jade plaque.
Temporary retreat does not mean giving up.
"In two years, I will surpass Ji Haoran."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with determination.
"I don't know what happened to Zi Qian and Zhu Xi."
Mo Zhiyao crushed the jade medal in his hand.
The black jade medal turned into a ball of fluorescence, wrapped around Mo Zhiyao's body, and then disappeared into thin air.
The void twisted, and Mo Zhiyao appeared at the bottom of the black stone tablet.
"Haha, little guy, good job.
It's really rare to achieve such results in your first time on the Tianlu.
Work hard, the old man is optimistic about you."
The old man surnamed Sun opened his eyes, looked at Mo Zhiyao, and said with a smile. .
Mo Zhiyao quickly saluted and said, "I know this, and I will never slack off."
"After crossing the distance of 700 feet, you can practice on the Heaven-Tearing Road for seven days.
When you decide when to practice, just come to me, old man."
The old man surnamed Sun nodded and continued.
The number of training days for the reward can be arranged by yourself, and it does not need to be used immediately.
"I understand, kid."
Mo Zhiyao nodded.
"Okay, go down quickly.
The little guy who came with you seems to be in some trouble.
If you go later, his injury..."
The old man surnamed Sun glanced at the square below and raised his head.
Eyebrow.
"What?"
Mo Zhiyao was shocked when he heard this and quickly turned around to look.
There was a group of people surrounding the square.
It seemed like something had happened among the crowd.
"Oops."
Mo Zhiyao's heart tightened, and he had an unknown premonition for no reason.
"It couldn't be that something happened to Zi Qian and the others."
At that moment, Mo Zhiyao didn't even bother to say goodbye to the old man surnamed Sun.
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He rushed out like lightning and went straight to the center of the square.
Along the way, many Beiyuan disciples who saw Mo Zhiyao had looks of horror in their eyes.
The results of every Beiyuan disciple who has entered the Road to Heaven will be displayed simultaneously on the black stone tablet in real time.
Mo Zhiyao's results were watched by everyone in the square.
This is the first time I've tried it, how can others not be shocked?
However, there was also a vague look of watching the fun in the eyes of those people, which made Mo Zhiyao's heart sink even more.
He was so fast that he brought up a series of afterimages and arrived at the crowd in a few breaths.
Without bothering to separate the crowd, Mo Zhiyao jumped directly over the heads of everyone.
Before Mo Zhiyao could even wait, the sight that came into his eyes made Mo Zhiyao's eyes tear up.
Jun Ziqian, covered in blood, lay on the ground.
The limbs were twisted weirdly, and the white bones were broken out of the skin, which was horrifying.
The blood that flowed out turned a large area of the ground red.
The smell of blood filled the place.
Although he was so seriously injured, Jun Ziqian did not lose his mind.
Looking at his twisted face, you can imagine how much pain he was enduring.
Next to Jun Ziqian, Meng Zhuxi was sitting on his knees with a sad face, crying like a cuckoo weeping blood.
On Meng Zhuxi’s pink face, five clearly visible blue-purple palm marks were clearly visible.
The two people stood not far opposite Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi.
The person in front of him was bald, thin and withered, with huge eyes, a wretched look on his face, and a hideous scar on his cheek.
The person slightly behind was tall and tall, with black hair parted in the middle and hanging down on his shoulders.
His face was extremely handsome, but the gloomy look in his eyes ruined his overall temperament, making people feel disgusted at first glance.
This person held one hand behind his back and held the other in front of his chest.
An object was thrown up and down in his palm.
It was the crystal that Meng Zhuxi originally wore around his neck.
What made Mo Zhiyao awe-inspiring was that the auras of these two people were all above Na Yuan, especially the one with middle-parted hair at the back, who was actually at the peak of Na Yuan's cultivation.
With Mo Zhiyao's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that it was the Seven Paths of Human Pattern cultivation in the Nayuan realm.
The identity of this person is self-evident.
Among the entire Beiyuan, the only person with such a level of cultivation is Ji Haoran, the number one person in Beiyuan.
While Mo Zhiyao was still in the air, the two men noticed it and looked at him at the same time.
A glint suddenly flashed across Ji Haoran's eyes, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.
After landing on the field, Mo Zhiyao didn't care about anything else and took a step towards Jun Ziqian's side, squatting down to check his injuries.
As soon as Meng Zhuxi saw Mo Zhiyao coming, her face was filled with ecstasy at seeing her relatives.
She grabbed Mo Zhiyao's arm and said in tears: "Zhiyao, Ziqian, Ziqian, he is..."
Probably too excited, Meng Zhuxi couldn't even say a complete sentence.
Mo Zhiyao patted the back of Meng Zhuxi's hand and stood up.
The killing intent around him was almost solid, visible to the naked eye.
"You did it?"
Mo Zhiyao's eyes that were so cold that they could freeze the air fell on the thin and withered man, and his voice sounded like ice slag.
Probably because Mo Zhiyao's murderous intent was too compelling, the thin man subconsciously took a step back, calmed his mind, and then said: "You are Mo Zhiyao."
"I'll ask you again, did you do it?"
Mo Zhiyao took a step forward, the aura erupting from his body was like a mountain, and he pressed towards the opponent crazily.
"I did it, you have any objections?"
Ji Haoran who was behind stopped what he was doing and came to the opposite side of Mo Zhiyao.
His cold breath suddenly dispersed and collided with Mo Zhiyao's breath without any hesitation: