Mo Zhiyao's expression became cold, but he also had some confidence in his heart.
It seemed that this place was indeed a ruins.
If he wanted to get out, he would have to pass many tests.
I just don’t know why the owner of this ruins left these tests.
Could it be that there is a treasure in this ruins?
If there were no treasures, the owner of the ruins would not go to such great lengths to leave so many arrangements.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with fire, a great danger must lead to a great opportunity.
Now it is only the second level, and it is already so difficult.
It can be seen that the things left by the owner of this ruin must be extraordinary.
However, it may not be easy to get it.
Over the years, countless monks have strayed into this place.
As a result, the mist grassland has spread its reputation far and wide, becoming a dangerous place known far and wide.
No one has ever been heard of going out, which shows how dangerous it is.
"Hmph" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, clenching the ruthless dragon in his hand, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.
If others can't do it, it doesn't mean that I, Mo Zhiyao, can't do a small relic.
It will definitely not stop me, Mo Zhiyao.
"Now that you are here, you have only two ways.
One is to defeat me and pass through the portal behind me."
Jiao Fenghu raised his proud head with disdain in his eyes.
"The other is death."
Hearing this, Mo Zhiyao suddenly exuded cold murderous intent, his eyes narrowed, and a trace of cold light flashed through the slits in his eyes.
"But if you take action against me, there is only one way.
There is no other choice."
"Peng" let go of his momentum and locked onto the golden-horned swan from a distance.
Mo Zhiyao said with murderous intent: "That's death."
"Hahahahaha!"
As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, Jinjiao Fenghu laughed loudly, but the chill in his eyes was even stronger.
"Little guy, you are the most arrogant person I have ever seen.
Even the monks in the early stages of Zangxu dare not say that they can kill me."
Mo Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, and there was clearly a storm brewing in his eyes, and said coldly: "In the early stage of Zangxu, nothing can kill me."
"Hmph" Mo Zhiyao's words sounded like a provocation to Jin Jiao Fenghu's ears.
His whole body's aura suddenly released, and when they collided with Mo Zhiyao's aura, there were faint sparks bursting out in the void.
"There is no need to rush to death.
After you fully recover, I will let you die with conviction," Jinjiao Fenghu said proudly.
Mo Zhiyao was running all the way, and it was obvious that his condition was not at its peak.
The arrogant Jinjiao Fenghu did not bother to take advantage of him.
The corner of Mo Zhiyao's mouth raised a cold arc, he restrained his breath and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Facing a strong enemy, Mo Zhiyao would not show off on purpose.
Since Jinjiao Fenghu gave him time to recover, he would not let it go.
"Wind Wing, you don't have to join the battle for a while."
Mo Zhiyao adjusted his breath and said to the Shadow Wind Wing Bat beside him.
"Okay."
The Shadow Windwing Bat agreed.
It knew Mo Zhiyao's combat power very well and couldn't help but secretly lament for the arrogant Golden Horned Falcon.
After half a day, Mo Zhiyao stood up straight, letting go of his majestic and turbulent momentum, and looked at the Golden Horned Falcon with fighting intent in his eyes.
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"Okay," Jinjiao Fenghu opened his closed eyes, looked at Mo Zhiyao below, and said coldly.
Mo Zhiyao didn't speak at all.
He pointed his long stick forward, with electric light lingering all over his body, thunder and lightning, and a black dragon shadow hovering beside him.
His hair was flying behind his head, and he looked weird and arrogant.
"It looks really interesting."
The golden-horned swan looked solemn.
Mo Zhiyao, who was clearly in the early stages of returning to the gods, actually gave it a strong sense of danger.
"Quack!"
A cold shout interrupted Jin Jiao Feng Hu's speech.
Mo Zhiyao stepped on the ground and rushed forward with a horizontal stick.
The energy all over his body surged out, making his robes fly with excitement.
The arc of electricity lingered on the stick, with a hint of scarlet, drawing an elegant arc, and the long stick slammed into the golden horned bird's chest.
"Looking for Death" The golden-horned swan saw Mo Zhiyao rushing towards him, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, he spread his wings, and a golden light suddenly appeared on the wings.
Then he waved his wings and two golden lights came out.
Like two sharp blades, they were slashing at Mo Zhiyao's head.
"The power of the golden spirit" Mo Zhiyao's eyes froze, his arms swung to the left and right, and slapped on the sides of the two golden lights.
A sound of "Clang Clang" sounded, like a slap on metal, and two golden lights fell against Mo Zhiyao's figure and fell to the ground.
After landing, the two golden lights did not lose their power at all, and instantly disappeared into the dense forest.
Wherever it passed, it was destroyed and in a mess.
Countless towering ancient trees were chopped into two pieces and fell down.
Mo Zhiyao was also secretly shocked by the strength of the golden-horned swan.
Just now, I had used 70% of my strength.
I originally wanted to shoot the two golden beams away sideways, but I never thought that it would just change the trajectory slightly.
After all, he is at the peak of Guishen's cultivation.
It seems that there must be no carelessness.
Mo Zhiyao looked at the golden-horned swan opposite him with cold eyes, and there was a sinister curve on his lips.
"This golden-horned swan cultivates the power of the golden spirit, and coupled with its own talent, it should be good at slashing.
It is also extremely fast.
If you open a distance from it, it will be very difficult to deal with it by yourself.
I have less strength," Mo Zhiyao thought to himself.
"It seems that we have to fight it in close combat to limit its long-range attack capabilities."
Mo Zhiyao's body flashed, approaching the golden horned swan.
The long stick of the dragon turned into a bloody stream of light, and blasted towards the golden horned swan with its cold and violent force.
The body of the golden-horned swan flashed to avoid the force of the stick, and its wings slashed towards Mo Zhiyao's neck like a knife.
Mo Zhiyao stepped on the void, flew past, and jumped to the head of the golden-horned swan.
"Peng" was like exploding fireworks, Mo Zhiyao's arms quickly brought up two afterimages, and the long stick of the dragon disappeared instantly, like the Milky Way pouring down, covering the golden-horned swan.
Jinjiao Fenghu didn't expect Mo Zhiyao's attack speed to be so fast, and he had no time to dodge.
But it also has strong confidence in its feathers that are comparable to spiritual weapons.
Even if it is tough, it is not afraid.
However, just in case, the Golden Horned Falcon enveloped the whole body with the power of the golden spirit, forming a protective aura.
"Bang bang bang bang" intensive bombardment sounded, and the fierce force of the stick struck down like thunder.
The power of the golden spirit around the golden horned swan rippled in circles, and it was just struggling to hold on.
"Break it for me" roared, a cold light flashed in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, the violence of the dragon's stick intensified again, and the shield formed by the already overwhelmed golden spirit power was suddenly destroyed The golden-horned swan below was horrified.
He never expected that Mo Zhiyao's stick was so fierce.
The golden aura mask was defeated before he could even take a breath.
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Looking at the mountainous stick figure in front of him, the golden-horned swan had no time to think too much.
Even if he wanted to dodge at this moment, it was too late.
He could only protect his wings in front of his body and hide his slender neck behind them to protect his vital parts.
Be strict.
The surging force of the stick, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, was like a stormy sea, bombarding the wings of the Golden Horned Falcon.
There was a faint sound of broken metal in the deafening bombardment.
The Golden-horned Falcon, which was originally firmly defending Mo Zhiyao's offensive, suddenly let out a shrill scream, spread its wings, and danced wildly, with a look of rage in its eyes.
As it twisted, countless waning moons appeared.
Like a golden sword light, it slashed towards Mo Zhiyao.
Mo Zhiyao retreated violently, holding a stick in one hand.
The ruthless dragon spun in his palm like a windmill, blocking all the waning moon sword light from him.
Both sides retreated violently at the same time, widening the distance between them.
"Pa" Mo Zhiyao swung his long stick, causing an ear-splitting sound of sonic boom.
He stood in the void and looked at the golden-horned swan with a look full of sarcasm.
"Ah" Jinjiao Fenghu roared angrily, the expression on his face was no longer as proud and cold as before, and his eyes were filled with shock and fury.
In any case, Jinjiao Fenghu did not expect that the first collision would end in his own defeat.
"Pa" The golden-horned swan's wings shook, shaking off the remaining thunder and lightning power.
Looking at the cracked silver feathers on its wings, there was a complex mixture of heartache, shame, and horror in its eyes.
"This boy's combat prowess is by no means as simple as it appears on the surface in the early stages of returning to the gods."
Jin Jiao Feng Hu looked at Mo Zhiyao opposite, with a dignified look on his face for the first time.
Over the years, there have been many monks who have been able to break out of the black jungle and come here.
They have broken through their own defenses and entered the blue stone door behind them.
However, there has never been one like the young man in front of him who has cultivated in the early stages of returning to God. of.
Jinjiao Fenghu had to take Mo Zhiyao's shocking fighting prowess seriously.
It wasn't until this moment that Jin Jiao Feng Hu realized how ridiculous his previous arrogance looked now.
"I admit, I underestimated you before."
Jin Jiao Fenghu suppressed the complex look in his eyes and said with a cold voice to Mo Zhiyao who was standing in the air.
"I know, then you can still survive if you get out of the way."
Mo Zhiyao looked at the Golden Horned Falcon coldly and said in a deep voice.
"Get out of the way hahahaha" the golden-horned swan's laughter was still arrogant, waving its wings and bringing up bursts of strong wind.
"I just said that I admitted that I underestimated you, but I didn't say that you are qualified to pass."
"Really?"
Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes, a trace of red light flashed across his eyes, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips, his murderous intent clearly revealed.
"You only have one chance.
If you don't cherish it, you won't regret it later."
"I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to regret it."
Jinjiao Fenghu raised his slender neck and let out a clear whistle.
The sharp corners of the golden threads on his forehead suddenly bloomed with dazzling light.
The golden light enveloped his whole body, like a scorching sun. , making it impossible to look directly at
Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed and he felt extremely cautious in his heart.
"Ha" the dazzling golden light dispersed, and the golden-horned swan appeared in Mo Zhiyao's eyes again, its form changed drastically.
Not only was his body almost twice as big as before, the feathers all over his body also turned golden, his wings stretched out, and a dazzling golden light flashed, which was several times more powerful than the previous golden spirit.
His eyes flashed with intense murderous intent, staring at Mo Zhiyao in mid-air.
Although the aura exuding was still at the peak of Guishen, Mo Zhiyao knew that the combat power exerted by the Golden Horned Falcon in this form was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface
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