A terrifying coercion erupted from Ke Sheng's body, sweeping through the entire hall like a storm.
Senhan's killing intent and the strong smell of blood instantly filled this space.
A terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power stirred the void into circles of ripples, and Ke Sheng, who was suspended in the air, turned abnormally pale, and his pair of black eyes without the whites of his eyes flickered with people.
The cold sheen of palpitations.
The blood mist lingering around him became thicker and thicker at a speed visible to the naked eye, and rose into the air, gathering into a bloody cloud with a radius of more than ten feet above Ke Sheng's head.
The blood-colored cloud surged rapidly like a terrifying wave.
During the surge, a face that made people's scalp explode and a terrifying ghost appeared in it.
Its huge mouth opened, and there were bursts of shrill screams like the howls of thousands of ghosts.
The sound resounded throughout the hall, making people's hands and feet feel cold and their whole body trembling with chills.
"Unexpectedly, Ke Sheng actually used Blood Rain and Ghost Cry.
That kid Mo Zhiyao is going to be in trouble."
A monk below looked at the blood cloud in the air with a pale face and a trembling voice. said.
"Yes, I heard that Ke Sheng once used this move to kill a half-step Hedao monk of the same level as him.
I'm afraid Mo Zhiyao won't be able to resist this time."
"Mo Zhiyao is quite powerful.
He actually pushed Ke Sheng to this point.
But now it seems that this fierce battle will end with his defeat."
Many of the Southern Region monks who were watching the battle were unanimously convinced that after Ke Sheng used the Blood Rain and Devil's Cry, Mo Zhiyao would definitely be defeated, and the outcome was already decided.
"The top heaven-level technique."
Mo Zhiyao's expression became extra solemn at this moment, and the pressure condensed from mid-air made him feel a sense of danger.
"Be able to kill half-step Hedao who is at the same level as him."
Mo Zhiyao also heard the comments of the people below, but even so, Mo Zhiyao was still not afraid at all.
Although Ke Sheng's heaven-level skill was powerful, Mo Zhiyao also had a powerful skill in his hands.
It was still too early to tell who would win if he really got tough.
"Little bastard, despair, regret it, but it's too late.
I said, I will let you know the huge gap between you and me.
In front of me, you are just an ant-like pariah."
Ke Sheng stepped into the void , a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his twisted face added a touch of ferocity to it.
Ke Sheng was full of confidence in his Blood Rain and Demon Cry technique, but he did not believe that Mo Zhiyao could withstand the technique that could kill half-step Hedao.
"Die!"
Following Ke Sheng's cold shout, his outstretched arms suddenly waved down, and the blood cloud above his head suddenly rolled more violently.
The air in the hall was suddenly detonated, including The fierce ghost face suddenly let out a violent roar that resounded throughout the world, and then blood-colored threads shot out from the blood-colored clouds like a sudden rain and struck Mo Zhiyao below.
Bloody rain streaked across the void, as if it were the sharpest blade in the world.
Even the void was cut into pieces, and the thin and sharp sound of breaking through the air was almost connected.
Such a horrifying scene made the monks watching the battle all turn pale and tremble all over.
Many of them were trembling wildly and could hardly stand still.
Looking at the threads of blood and rain shooting from the sky, Mo Zhiyao's face became extremely solemn.
With a movement of his steps, he used Ji Huan's body skills to the extreme, and while retreating violently to the rear, the fierce and vast spirit...
Power roared out from the body, and an indescribably powerful wave of spiritual energy rolled out like a hurricane.
The power of the dark black lightning and thunder, filled with incomparable violent aura, quickly gathered on Mo Zhiyao's right palm, and was highly compressed to form a layer of crystal clear crystal.
The extremely explosive spiritual power fluctuations tore apart the void at the edge, and spider web-like space cracks appeared.
Immediately, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he struck out with a palm "The Seal of Destruction from the Four Directions, the Seal from the East, Shocked the People" The black crystal palm print came out of his hand, and while rapidly enlarging, it met the thin threads of rain of blood that were shooting out.
The terrifying force instantly crushed the air in front of him, causing a deafening sonic boom.
"Zi" sounded as sharp as metal cutting.
The sharpness of the bloody threads had reached an extremely terrifying level.
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It only took a few breaths for the black crystal palm prints to appear.
Fine cracks appeared, and it was obviously impossible to compete with it.
Seeing this situation, Mo Zhiyao's expression did not change at all.
He then raised his palm, and the fierce spiritual power gathered on it again, condensing a thicker crystal palm print.
"South India, mountains and rivers are moving" The surging spiritual power suddenly detonated all the air in the space, and with a loud thunderous sound, an even larger crystal palm print roared out.
"Western Seal, the world will be shattered."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were sharp, and after a loud shout, another palm seal condensed on his left palm, and then he suddenly blasted it out.
"Boom" At the same time as the third party's palm print blasted out, majestic spiritual power roared up.
The whole hall trembled violently.
Countless gravels rained down like rain.
In the hall, it felt like the end of the world was coming. generally.
This time, the two crystal palm prints not only withstood the bombardment of blood rain threads, but also quickly approached Ke Sheng in mid-air.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao's terrifying attack, the monks below were in an uproar and were horrified.
Obviously, Mo Zhiyao's fighting power was completely beyond their imagination.
"How many trump cards does this kid have in him?
How could he have such an advanced skill?"
Ke Sheng, who was above, saw the three-party crystal palm prints that Mo Zhiyao blasted one after another, and the horror in his heart was like a huge wave of horror.
Like a wave, it has reached the point where it can never get stronger.
"This kid's status is definitely not low among Northern Xinjiang, otherwise he would definitely not be able to obtain such advanced skills."
Ke Sheng knew the level of his Blood Rain and Devil Cry very clearly.
It was a top-level heaven-level technique.
Even in the Southern Territory, there were not many monks who could obtain this level of technique.
How could Ke Sheng not be shocked when he saw that the power of Mo Zhiyao's technique could compete with his own Blood Rain and Ghost Cry?
The power of the top-level Heaven-level skills is almost comparable to that of the low-level Xuan-level skills.
Tianjiao Alliance Beiyuan's annual Sky-Tearing Road trial, the heaven-level skills given are only the lowest level, and the truly advanced ones will not be used as rewards at all.
It's just that Mo Zhiyao's technique was not obtained from Tianjiao Alliance Beiyuan, but a trophy obtained after killing Jin Kuang.
This technique was accidentally obtained by Jin Kuang in a ruins during his travels, but in the end it was advantageous to Mo Zhiyao.
"Break it for me!"
Seeing that the two palm prints were blasting in front of him, Ke Sheng's eyes were filled with horror.
He shouted loudly, and the blood cloud above his head surged violently again, and the fierce ghost's face in it screamed sharply.
The sound suddenly became more shrill.
The threads of blood rain that shot out from the blood cloud suddenly became denser, almost forming a huge water column, violently bombarding the two palm prints below.
"Crack, click" a low cracking sound sounded.
Under such a violent rain of blood attack, Nanyin's palm was the first to shatter, turning into spots of light that filled the sky and sprinkled down.
The palm of Xiyin that followed closely behind also shattered when it was less than two feet away from Ke Sheng.
Although the crystal palm shattered, the wind pressure it brought caused Ke Sheng above him to shake, his clothes clinging tightly to his body, and even his face was somewhat deformed.
Even so, the palm print was finally forced to stop, and a proud and evil smile appeared on Ke Sheng's face.
However, before the smile on his face could fully unfold, Mo Zhiyao below A cold shout caused the smile to freeze instantly.
"The Seal of Destruction in the Four Directions, the Seal of the North, the Universe Collapses" Following Mo Zhiyao's low shout, the air in the hall instantly became violent, and a terrifying and indescribable fluctuation of spiritual power swept across like a storm.
Looking at Ke Sheng above, the spiritual power in Mo Zhiyao's body was operating to an extreme level.
The majestic spiritual power roared out of his body like a tide and gathered on his right palm.
The palm prints condensed this time were completely different from the previous three releases.
They were white in color, with clusters of jade-colored flames dancing on Mo Zhiyao's palm like elves.
However, the strange thing is that the clusters of jade-colored flames not only did not emit the slightest heat, but instead had a cold feeling spreading out.
Jade Heart Bingyan, another trump card of Mo Zhiyao "How is that possible?"
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All the monks, including Ke Sheng, suddenly tightened their eyes and looked dull.
Although they didn't know what the flame in Mo Zhiyao's palm was, it didn't stop them from knowing that it was the power of the fire spirit, and it was a mutated fire spirit power.
"Two attributes of spiritual power, how is it possible that this kid can practice two attributes of spiritual power?"
A silent roar suddenly sounded in the hearts of these people.
This fact was completely unacceptable to them.
Mo Zhiyao ignored their reactions at all.
When the crystal prints on his palms finally condensed to the limit, the corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth curled up with a chilling arc.
The tip of his scarlet tongue crossed his lips, and his blood-red eyes flashed with extreme cold murderous intent.
He waved his right arm suddenly, and a huge white crystal palm print roared out.
At this moment, the color of the world changed. .
"Death" the cold voice spat out from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, but it pronounced Ke Sheng's final outcome
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