The head of the family at the peak of Nayuan was defeated and seriously injured in one blow, and the elder at the later stage of Nayuan was beaten to the point of being completely wiped out.
Such terrifying combat power made the remaining three elders of the Situ family not even brave enough to face Mo Zhiyao.
No, just run away without a fight.
It’s okay to work hard, but you must also work hard to be valuable and meaningful.
It's completely one-sided to die, who will go?
"Tsk" Mo Zhiyao looked at the three people running away, with disdain flashing in his eyes.
He kicked the ground with his feet and caught up with one of them in an instant.
The shadow of the stick in the sky swept him into it.
The force of the stick passed by, breaking the bones and flesh.
A late Nayuan man who had lost his fighting spirit was shot to death on the spot by Mo Zhiyao like a pig butchered dog.
The long stick moved, and two purple thunder balls came out from the stick, streaking through the void, with countless twisted electric rays converging into two horned dragons, whistling towards the two people, getting in from their backs, through the air.
Come out of your chest.
Two shrill screams rang out, and the bodies of the last two elders of the Situ family fell into the dust and died.
"I will fight with you."
Situ Ming, whose face was covered in blood and looked like a ghost, had a look of madness in his eyes.
The entire clan was killed and no one was left alive.
Situ Ming had completely fallen into madness.
"Bang" The flames all over Situ Ming's body surged, and his whole body was like a human-shaped torch.
A bit of cold breath spread out, cracks appeared all over Situ Ming's body, and the violent power of the fire spirit spurted out from it.
"Even if I die, I will drag you with me."
Situ Ming's eyes were red and his face was ferocious, like a monster that was forced to a dead end, and he rushed towards Mo Zhiyao.
"Zhiyao, be careful, he's going to blow himself up!"
Jun Ziqian yelled and rushed towards Mo Zhiyao, trying to stop Situ Ming from Mo Zhiyao before he blew himself up.
Unfortunately, he was too far away from Mo Zhiyuan.
Besides, Situ Ming was already trying his best and his cultivation level was far higher than his.
Jun Ziqian had no time to catch up.
Self-destruction is a monk's last resort, intending to die with the enemy.
He condenses the spiritual power in his body to one point, and then explodes instantly.
It is a life-for-life move.
Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, he will die, and His soul was so shattered that he didn't even have a chance to re-enter the reincarnation.
Monks are different from ordinary people.
Their souls are powerful.
Even if they die, they can still be reborn.
Even if they are reincarnated, they can still retain the memories of their previous lives.
Especially for Situ Ming, a major cultivator who is only one step away from condensing his soul, his soul is even more powerful.
He can directly choose a suitable pregnant woman without entering reincarnation, integrate into the fetus in her belly, and have a magpie's nest.
Reborn as a human being.
It should be noted that entering reincarnation and choosing someone to reincarnate on your own are completely different things, and the consequences are also different, involving the achievements of cultivation after living in this world.
After entering the reincarnation, the human body cannot help itself when it is reincarnated as a human being, and it is completely left to fate.
It's okay to encounter a body with good qualifications, but if it is an ordinary body, or a body of waste, it will be difficult to return to the cultivation base of the previous life.
Autonomous reincarnation is completely different.
You can choose your own physical body for reincarnation.
The gap between the two is naturally huge.
But if you want to reincarnate independently, your soul must be strong enough, otherwise you won't be able to do this at all.
It can be said that the soul of Nayuan peak is several times more powerful than the soul of ordinary monks in the realm of returning to gods.
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It is a hundred times more powerful than the soul of ordinary monks in the realm of returning to gods.
The soul can do it.
So generally no one would choose to self-destruct unless they were desperate.
Situ Ming was also eager for revenge and completely fell into madness.
He gave up even the last glimmer of life and wanted to die with Mo Zhiyao.
"Humph" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, his blood eyes flashed with sharp light, and the power of thunder and lightning in his body was released brazenly, forming a protective force.
At the same time, two illusory wings stretched out from behind, which were exactly what the spiritual weapon Ling Xiao was wielding.
Suddenly, it soared into the sky.
Situ Ming is still in the Nayuan realm and cannot catch up to the sky.
"Ah" Seeing that Mo Zhiyao actually had a flying spiritual weapon, Situ Ming let out a desperate roar and immediately detonated himself without waiting to catch up with Mo Zhiyao.
Otherwise, when Mo Zhiyao flies into the sky, his self-destruction will be meaningless.
With a loud "boom", Situ Ming transformed into a fireball, expanding rapidly.
The heat of burning mountains and boiling seas spread across the world.
Wherever it passed, not a blade of grass was left, and the ground was covered with scorched earth.
In comparison, even the scorching sun in the sky was like It's eclipsed.
"Peng"'s hot and violent fire hit the protective air mask formed by Mo Zhiyao's thunder and lightning power.
With a "crackling" sound, the protective air mask only blocked a few breaths before being defeated. , the lightning power of the electric snake spread out in all directions.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were sharp.
The power of Situ Ming's self-destruction was equivalent to a full-strength strike of a monk in the early stage of returning to the gods.
However, this kind of power was not even a problem for Mo Zhiyao.
The demonic energy field was formed instantly, and the space within a ten-foot radius around Mo Zhiyao was instantly distorted, as if it was collapsing.
The surging fire energy that was coming towards him was firmly blocked, and could not move forward even an inch.
Now Mo Zhiyao can withstand the full blow of the monk in the early stage of returning to God, and he can be said to be very confident.
A scream that only Mo Zhiyao could hear clearly sounded in his ears, and Mo Zhiyao's expression suddenly changed drastically.
This cry is made by the Ghost God-Eating Gu in Nayu.
It can make the Ghost God-Eating Gu, which has been quiet all the time, scream.
There is only one reason, and that is resonance.
"There are people from Kuizong nearby."
Mo Zhiyao reacted instantly.
He grasped the long stick of the violent dragon with both hands and exploded with all his strength.
The power of the demonic spirit in his body poured into the stick without any reservation.
The phantom of the black dragon looked up to the sky and howled.
Mo Zhiyao was extremely afraid of Kuizong.
Kuizong's people would only act after having a complete plan, so as to hit the target with one blow.
The shadow once lurked in Beiyuan.
Mo Zhiyao believed that the information about him had definitely been passed back to Kuizong.
Since Kuizong had taken action against him, the strength of the person who took action was by no means ordinary.
Every time Kuizong takes action, he always arranges killers who are strong enough to crush him and complete the attack with a sweeping force.
Mo Zhiyao had just finished accumulating power.
After Situ Ming's self-destruction formed a fireball, a black palm so huge that it seemed to fill the world came with the power of destruction.
Wherever the palm shadow passes, the void around the edge twists and trembles.
Cracks as thick as silk threads flash past.
Although it is only for a moment, you can still see the darkness behind through the cracks.
The power of a palm could actually slightly shatter the space.
Mo Zhiyao had never heard of such shocking power.
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"This is the realm of hiding the void."
Mo Zhiyao's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, and his mind was as frightened as a raging wave.
Small beads of sweat suddenly covered his forehead, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead and down his cheek.
In any case, Mo Zhiyao did not expect that the person from Kuizong who attacked him would actually be in the realm of Zangxu.
"Ah" roared wildly, Mo Zhiyao's face was as ferocious as a demon, the muscles of his arms bulged, and he did not reserve any strength in his body.
A huge demonic face appeared behind him, and his shrill screams were like the coming of Hell, and suddenly Hit the black giant palm Mo Zhiyao cried in grief.
Ever since Mo Zhiyao became a master, he had never suffered a defeat.
But this time, it was a complete failure.
The devil's face faced the giant palm, just like an ant facing a giant elephant.
It only lasted less than a breath before it was completely defeated.
With an unwilling howl, the devil's face disappeared, turning into fluorescent light that filled the sky and dissipated.
The black giant palm only became slightly dimmer.
"Poof!"
The huge force of the shock caused blood to spurt out from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, and he retreated violently.
The illusory wings behind him instantly collapsed and hit the giant tree behind him hard.
"Pengpengpeng."
There were several loud noises in succession, and Mo Zhiyao broke countless trees before he could stop.
However, the giant palm did not stop at all, and still hit the black palm with rapidly enlarging pupils, making Mo Zhiyao feel that death was approaching.
"Shua!"
A figure rushed out diagonally, its whole body shining with dazzling gray-white light, and a huge black shield stood in front of the two of them.
The bright stars on the surface of the shield rotate crazily, and the shield trembles endlessly.
"You can't stop me if you avoid me."
Mo Zhiyao roared wildly as the corners of his eyes burst open, and two lines of blood dripped down the corners of his eyes.
How could Jun Ziqian's cultivation level be able to block such a powerful blow?
He was simply seeking death.
"boom" Amidst the loud noise, the obsidian sword and shield slapped by the huge black palm were like a strong wind rolling leaves, destroying and decaying.
The shield made an overwhelming sound of shattering, and tiny cracks burst out.
"Poof", blood mist filled the sky, and Jun Ziqian ended up in the same fate as Mo Zhiyao.
His body was blasted away, and he collided with Mo Zhiyao.
After defeating Jun Ziqian's defense, the black giant palm obviously consumed a lot of power and became transparent.
But even so, it was enough to kill Mo Zhiyao and Jun Ziqian on the spot.
At the same time as the sound of "Iron Tree Silver Flower" sounded, a towering giant tree, which was formed by the power of the majestic wood spirits, gray-brown in color, and shining with a metallic luster appeared, attracting Mo Zhiyao and the two of them.
Firmly protected within it, the countless branches hanging down from the tree crown are like copper walls and iron walls.
At the same time, the tree body rotated, and endless silver flowers bloomed, but they did not shoot out, but attached to the tree body, once again enhancing its defense.
"Boom" the mountain shook and the earth shook, earth and rocks flew flying.
Black palms slapped on the giant tree, and the strong wind brought up formed a tornado.
Countless trees and boulders were rolled up and flew into the sky, blocking even the sunlight. , the scene was extremely horrifying.
The black palms and the giant tree disappeared at the same time.
Meng Zhuxitan in the rear opened his mouth, and a cloud of blood mist spurted out.
His face was pale, his figure was swaying, and he was unsteady.
He only relied on the support of the green staff in front of him to avoid falling. fall.
"Hehehehehe..."
A harsh and harsh laughter sounded like iron slices across glass, and two figures appeared in front of the three of them.
"Isn't it good?
The three little guys worked together and were able to receive a palm with 30% of the strength of me.
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It really surprised me."
In the horrified eyes of Mo Zhiyao and the other three, two men wearing black robes and ghost-patterned masks appeared in front.
The person slightly behind has a red mask on his face, and the person ahead has a black mask on his face.
"Chikui Xueyou, that boy with the stick is the Mo Zhiyao you mentioned."
The man with the black ghost pattern mask cast a solemn gaze on Mo Zhiyao, and asked with a trace of amusement like a cat playing with a mouse.
To the man in the red mask behind him.
"Back to Xuankui, this kid is Mo Zhiyao.
According to the report from Yingying before his death, the things that were originally taken from Meng Zhuxi should be on his body now."
Xueyou from behind bowed and put his mask behind His eyes, full of strong murderous intent, stared at Mo Zhiyao and answered with great respect
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