"Whoa!"
Mo Zhiyao's ghostly figure appeared in front of the firebird in an instant, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded from behind, and the Shadow Windwing Bat followed closely behind and flew here.
One person and one beast, with two pairs of scarlet eyes looking at the two trembling girls with murderous intent.
"Now, if you have any other trump cards, show them all."
Mo Zhiyao stepped into the void and walked towards the Firebird step by step.
The rich smell of blood rushed towards his face, and the cold pressure crushed him arbitrarily.
With a strange cry of "Wow", the firebird could no longer suppress the fear in its heart.
Its wings shook and it turned around and fled.
Although it was fast, it was a pity that Mo Zhiyao on the opposite side did not give it a chance to escape.
Invisible fluctuations swept away, and the firebird's huge body suddenly trembled.
Its eyes were hollow, and a shrill scream sounded.
Then several spring-like blood arrows spurted out from its eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the flames on its body were all suppressed.
Go, the gray color representing death appears in the eyes, and there is no trace of life in the body anymore, like a bird with broken wings, suddenly falling downwards.
"Bang" the ground shook, and the firebird's body was torn apart, it was too horrible to see.
The huge luxurious jade building also fell apart and turned into a pile of rubble.
"Mo Zhiyao, you know our identities very well.
If you dare to hurt a hair of ours, Cang Ming and Huo Lin will never let you go."
Concubine Miao, whose face was so pale that there was no trace of blood in her face, looked fierce.
He shouted to Mo Zhiyao that both of them were in the early stage of returning to the gods and could still stand in mid-air without the fire bird.
"Hmph" Mo Zhiyao looked at Concubine Miao like she was an idiot, not even bothering to talk nonsense to her.
He raised his arms, the black energy lingering on the long stick of the ruthless dragon, and the murderous intent filled his brows.
"How dare you, Mo Zhiyao?"
Luo Yerong's eyes also had a look of madness, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
His original graceful temperament had long been gone.
"Kill us both, and even Ling Hongxuan won't be able to protect you.
There will be no place for you to stand in the northern border."
What answered her was an arc-shaped force like the waning moon, with a sound that broke through the sky like a howling ghost, and slashed through the void.
"No!"
Concubine Miao and Luo Yerong were so stimulated by the fear of death that they screamed loudly.
Their originally beautiful faces became distorted, and they flew back like madmen.
At the same time, they waved their hands continuously, and two spiritual weapons met Mo Zhi.
The arc-shaped force of the distant slash.
The two of them have noble status, how could they not have protective treasures on them.
However, they are not as wealthy as Mo Zhiyao.
They only have a few spiritual weapons and none of them.
A muffled sound of "Bang" sounded, and while the arc-shaped energy dissipated, the halo on the surface of the two spiritual weapons quickly dimmed.
"Hmph" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, kicked into the air with the sole of his foot, swept forward, and swept the long stick of the violent dragon.
The pressure generated at high speed caused the air to make sonic boom sounds.
"Boom" With a thunder-like explosion, the two spiritual weapons were as weak as pieces of paper in front of Mo Zhiyao, and were blown into fragments all over the sky.
After destroying the two spiritual weapons, Mo Zhiyao continued to attack Miao Fei and Luo Yerong.
His cold murderous intention and fierce pressure suppressed them together, making the two women's eyes flash with despair.
"Death" Mo Zhiyao's cold voice without any emotion sounded, and the long stick of the dragon slashed a blood-red arc and struck the two of them head-on.
"Boy, how dare you!"
Seeing Mo Zhiyao rushing to a position less than twenty feet in front of Miao Fei and Luo Yerong, a roar full of murderous intent suddenly sounded, echoing throughout the world, everywhere, even The void was in turmoil.
The void in front of Miao Fei and Luo Yerong suddenly distorted, forming a huge spatial vortex.
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In the center of the vortex was a huge black hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything.
A red finger with fierce fire energy and powerful momentum, as if filling the whole world, poked out from it.
The majestic and heavy pressure spread with the appearance of this finger, full of suffocating oppression.
At the edge of the red finger, twisting black space cracks flashed rapidly, like poisonous snakes that preyed on people.
The scorching fire surrounding them instantly turned this space into a lava hell-like existence.
The sky and the earth suddenly turned fiery red, without any other color.
It was so rich that the power of the fire spirit, which was almost in liquid form, filled the space.
In comparison, the furious sea of magma and fire just now is completely childish and cannot be compared at all.
The growing red fingers in his pupils made the hairs on Mo Zhiyao's body stand up instantly, and a fatal sense of death crisis swept through his body.
Since his debut, Mo Zhiyao has never felt such a strong feeling of fear.
Facing this finger, Mo Zhiyao felt like an ant facing the mountain.
The shadow of death shrouded his heart, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were about to split, and he unleashed his full potential.
He swung the long stick of the dragon rapidly, and the water spirit power contained in it surged out, forming a huge water spirit shield in front of him.
"Xiao Qiong" Mo Zhiyao shouted loudly, and the water spirit realm of Qiongbo Domain Seal was instantly formed, but the radiation range was only ten feet, firmly protecting Mo Zhiyao within it.
Mo Zhiyao retreated violently, and lightning shot out from Xiaoqiong's water spirit domain.
At the same time, all the demonic power in his body condensed into a thunder shield in front of him without any reservation.
With all his strength, Mo Zhiyao instantly set up three lines of defense.
Even so, the shadow of death in his heart still lingered, like a huge mountain weighing heavily on his heart.
"Go" without any hesitation, Mo Zhiyao turned around and grabbed the Shadow Wind-Wing Bat.
The Shadow Wind-Wing Bat spread its wings, and its body was faster than lightning.
It turned around and fled back desperately.
There was a muffled sound of "Peng", and the shield formed by the power of the water spirit of the ruthless dragon did not last even half a breath.
The moment it was touched by the red finger, it disappeared into smoke and turned into nothingness.
"Bah" a wisp of white mist, Xiaoqiong's water spirit domain could only resist for less than a breath, and then disappeared.
Xiaoqiong let out a muffled groan, obviously hurt.
"Zi" the electric snakes burst out, the thunder energy was annihilated, and the last thunder shield also met the same end.
The three lines of defense were as fragile as three pieces of paper in front of the red fingers, decaying along the way and easily torn apart.
Mo Zhiyao had already known what was happening behind him.
He put up the three layers of protection just to delay time.
He never thought about being able to resist the red finger.
It's just that I never expected that the triple protection deployed with all my strength could only block it for less than two breaths before it collapsed.
"You dare to attack my concubine Miao, boy, please stay."
The voice that shook the world sounded again.
The huge red fingers seemed to be slow, but they seemed to jump through space, appearing directly between the Shadow Wind Wing Bat and Mo Zhiyao. behind.
No matter how fast the Shadow Windwing Bat was, it still had no time to escape when faced with this finger.
"No" Mo Zhiyao's eyes widened, and two lines of bright red blood flowed down the corners of his eyes.
He put away the violent dragon in a flip of his hand and took out the Nine-Eyed Evil Ghost Bow.
If he couldn't stop this red finger, Mo Zhiyao knew that he and the Shadow Windwing Bat would definitely die today.
Holding the bow in his left hand, he stretched the bow string with his right hand.
The eternal demonic energy in his body stirred rapidly, and the long hair on the back of Mo Zhiyao's head rose into the sky and danced crazily.
Under the mask, Mo Zhiyao's face was aging rapidly, and wrinkles that should not belong to his age instantly covered his face.
A trace of decayed breath overflowed.
If you take off the Resentful Cang Armor, you can see that Mo Zhiyao at this moment has the face of an old man entering his twilight years.
After a fierce battle with Nu Lie and the last lightning shield deployed before, the demonic power in Mo Zhiyao's body was completely exhausted and empty.
The power of the surrounding fire spirits was generated by the owner of the red finger and was not under Mo Zhiyao's control at all.
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Mo Zhiyao could not absorb it even if he wanted to.
So at this moment, all Mo Zhiyao can call upon is his own life essence and the spiritual power contained in the Nine-Eyed Demonic Ghost Bow itself.
The spiritual power of the Nine-Eyed Demonic Ghost Bow was simply not enough to withstand the red finger.
Mo Zhiyao, who was already forced to a dead end, could only drink poison to quench his thirst, at the cost of his own life essence, to withstand the offensive of the red finger.
Even so, Mo Zhiyao knew that it was impossible to follow the red finger right now, but what Mo Zhiyao wanted was to buy the Shadow Windwing Bat time to escape.
At this moment, the Shadow Windwing Bat also knew that the current situation was a real life-and-death situation.
It was ten thousand times more dangerous than when he faced Xuan Kui.
He had already squeezed out all his potential and spared no effort to fly by.
"Kakaka" the Nine-Eyed Demonic Bow made a low cracking sound, as if bidding farewell to its master.
"Bang" the moment Mo Zhiyao stretched the bowstring to the limit, the Nine-Eyed Evil Ghost Bow shattered into pieces, and a sound full of absolute meaning sounded in Mo Zhiyao's ears, a feeling of reluctance to leave.
Instantly filled Mo Zhiyao's heart.
The Nine-Eyed Demonic Ghost Bow is already spiritual.
Although it cannot condense its body like Zhujiao, Yuancang, and Xiaoqiong, it can still express its emotions.
The simple word "live" rang in Mo Zhiyao's heart.
This was the first and last message that the Nine-Eyed Demon Gong sent to his master.
"Ah" a beast-like howl sounded from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, and Mo Zhiyao's eyes were filled with endless hatred and overwhelming murderous intent.
A ferocious demon face appeared behind him, and a long black arrow condensed from Mo Zhiyao's life essence and all the spiritual energy of the Nine-Eyed Demonic Bow appeared between Mo Zhiyao's hands.
"Lie" Mo Zhiyao released his right hand, and the long black arrow shot towards the red finger with a sharp whistle like a jet of black lightning.
"Howl" The ferocious demon face roared out the moment the black sword was shot out.
"Buzz" The space fluctuated violently, and the long arrow passed by, leaving a long black trace in the void behind it, as if the space was divided into two halves.
A very disdainful voice sounded, and the red finger moved forward to meet the long black arrow.
"Woo" An invisible wave spread out the moment the two collided, and circles of void ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions like water waves.
Below, the ground that was burned into liquid magma by the ferocious power of the fire spirit stirred up a wave of lava, and then roared down, the scene was extremely horrifying.
The long black arrow was annihilated, and the huge red finger was blocked by this force.
It paused for several breaths, unable to move forward.
"Puff puff puff."
Several mouthfuls of blood mist spurted out from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, but as soon as they came out, they were evaporated by the ubiquitous hot fire in the air and turned into wisps of mist.
With his limbs drooping, Mo Zhiyao no longer had any ability to take action.
The Shadow Windwing Bat grabbed his shoulders and fled away.
When the power of the black arrow dissipated, Shadow Windwing Bat and Mo Zhiyao had successfully escaped from this place, and the red fingers could no longer pose a threat to one person or one beast.
"Boy, this time you are lucky.
Next time, I will definitely take your life."
The rumbling voice surged back and forth between heaven and earth, filled with endless anger and murderous intent.
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