The originally cloudless blue sky suddenly became dim as Mo Zhiyao released his breath.
Deep thunders rolled in from the distance, and dark clouds rolling wildly like angry waves suddenly appeared in the sky.
In the dark clouds, electric snakes loomed and thunder arcs surged, as if there was a horned dragon dancing wildly inside.
In just a few breaths, the whole world completely sank into darkness, and the world seemed to return to chaos.
Although it was not impossible to see the five fingers, one had to focus one's eyes to see the surrounding scene clearly.
A heavy pressure that came from nowhere shrouded this space.
Such huge pressure made people feel like they could not breathe.
The expressions of everyone onlookers changed.
Before this virtual disaster officially started, there was such a strange phenomenon.
How ferocious was this Mo Zhiyao's virtual disaster?
Dongliu Yanyu's pretty face turned pale with nervousness, her jade hands held each other's, and her long green jade fingers were entangled with each other, showing how panicked she was inside.
The Shadow Windwing Bat that landed on his shoulder also made a rattling sound, with a hint of worry in its eyes.
"It's okay, Yanyu."
Yu Tong and Meng Zhuxi came to Dongliu Yanyu's side at the same time and comforted in a low voice.
"Believe it or not, there has never been a dangerous time in his journey, but he survived.
Believe him, he can do the same this time."
Dongliu Yanyu nodded lightly, and held Meng Zhuxi and Meng Zhuxi with both hands, as if he needed the help of the two of them to get rid of the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.
Later, Jun Ziqian and others looked nervously at Mo Zhiyao on the disaster relief platform.
Unknowingly, their breathing was also a little heavy.
Somewhere in the crowd, Bai Xie crossed his arms, and the evil smile that always hung on his face had faded a lot at this moment, and there was a solemn look in the depths of his eyes.
"Looking at this pressure, the virtual disaster in the distance is at least the same blue level as me.
But now it is just a precursor.
Let me see if you, little guy, will attract the attention of Senior Sister and me.
The same purple virtual disaster.”
Bai Xie had never underestimated Mo Zhiyao.
As the leader among all the disciples of Nanyuan, Bai Xie also has a character that is arrogant to the core.
There are only a few people that he can look up to, and Mo Zhiyao is one of them.
It's not that Bai Xie looked at him differently because Mo Zhiyao saved Bai Xie's life.
Mo Zhiyao also used Xiaoqiong to successfully rescue Bai Xie.
With the power of Lingbao, Bai Xie could not make Bai Xie feel this way towards Mo Zhiyao.
The reason why Bai Xie looked at Mo Zhiyao differently was entirely out of intuition and there was no reason at all.
Although the two of them got along for a short time, Bai Xie always felt an indescribable feeling of fear when facing Mo Zhiyao.
You know, not even Xue Tu, who almost forced him into a desperate situation, could give him this feeling.
"Let me see what it is about you that makes me afraid."
Bai Xie's eyes were half-squinted, and a strange light flashed across his eyes.
Mo Zhiyao, who was sitting cross-legged, felt his arm shake, and a blood wave instantly spread from his wrist, covering his whole body.
A rich bloody and violent aura spread on the disaster relief platform.
It was resentment.
Cang Jia.
Before, Mo Zhiyao had given all his belongings to Dongliu Yanyu, leaving only Jiuse and Yuancang.
Jiuse cannot leave the body, while Yuancang wants to advance in level.
"Yin Cang, don't regret it.
I'm not sure I can survive my false disaster."
Mo Zhiyao said in his heart.
"I know, let's get started."
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Yuan Cang didn't say anything nonsense.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Thousands of years of anticipation, only looking at the present After Mo Zhiyao heard the words, he said no more.
After slowly exhaling, a thought came into his mind.
There was a muffled sound of "Peng", and a thick gray flame appeared around Mo Zhiyao without any warning, wrapping it in it.
It was the virtual fire that arose from within.
False disaster, officially begins The gray flame did not carry any temperature, but it directly distorted the space around Mo Zhiyao, making people's eyes fall on it and become trance-like.
Moreover, the virtual fire on Mo Zhiyao's body was extremely large, covering a virtual disaster of the same size in a radius of one foot with it as the center, causing everyone watching from the outside to let out an uncontrollable exclamation of surprise.
You know, although the virtual fire varies from person to person and the intensity varies, the difference between them is not too huge.
Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi can be regarded as talented people.
Their original virtual fire volume was only about two punches away from the outer flame.
At this moment, Mo Zhiyao's virtual fire volume was , but it is dozens of times that of the two of them.
The intensity of the virtual fire is directly proportional to the power contained in it.
In other words, the power of Mo Zhiyao's virtual fire is dozens of times stronger than Jun Ziqian's.
At the beginning, Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi barely survived, and they could only survive with great reluctance.
If it had been Mo Zhiyao's virtual fire, the two of them wouldn't even be able to survive for an hour, and they would have to be burned into nothingness.
Of course, Jun Ziqian and his two friends only survived the first false disaster.
When they survive the third false disaster, the false fire will also intensify, but even so, it will only be three or four times more intense at most. , absolutely incomparable to Mo Zhiyao's virtual fire at the moment.
"How could Zhiyuan's virtual fire be so strong?"
Not to mention others, even the great elder Zuo Changfeng was shocked and unbelievable at this moment.
"Even the virtual fire that girl Hong Yan had back then was not so strong."
The Hongyan Zuo Changfeng talks about is the senior sister who everyone calls the first person in Nanyuan due to her experience in training and her talent and cultivation.
Geshu Hongyan Brother Shu Hongyan is known as the number one disciple of Nanyuan.
Regardless of appearance and talent, he is the best choice.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius not seen in a thousand years.
The third false disaster that Brother Shu Hongyan survived back then was the best.
Not to mention Nanyuan, even if you look at the entire Southern Territory, there are very few purple purples that can cause false disasters.
But as Zuo Changfeng said, Ge Shu Hongyan's virtual fire back then was not as strong as Mo Zhiyao's.
"Zhiyao, is your virtual disaster level also purple?"
Zuo Changfeng looked solemn, his eyes fixed on that figure for a moment, and his mood was extremely contradictory.
On the one hand, Zuo Changfeng hopes that Mo Zhiyao's virtual disaster level is also purple.
In that case, once he successfully survives it, Mo Zhiyao's combat power will increase, which will be absolutely shocking.
Moreover, there is another monster in Nanyuan that has never been seen before.
Wizard.
The improvement of Nanyuan's own strength is also quite huge.
As long as a monk who can trigger the purple virtual disaster can successfully survive it, unless he dies on the way, he will definitely be a giant in the future and can become the top being in the world of cultivation.
On the other hand, the danger of purple virtual disaster is far higher than other levels.
The number of people who can trigger the purple virtual disaster is very small, but the number of people who can successfully survive it is even pitiful.
It is not an exaggeration to say that there is only one in a thousand.
If Mo Zhiyao really triggers the purple virtual disaster, the chance of successfully surviving it is very slim.
There is no suspense about the outcome of the failure of the Purple Virtual Disaster, only ashes and smoke.
"Let's take a look, maybe it's not necessarily a purple disaster."
Zuo Changfeng comforted himself in his heart, looking at the sky above.
While Mo Zhiyao was enveloped by the virtual fire, the originally dark and deep clouds in the sky above his head also changed amidst the roaring thunder.
The surging and rolling dark clouds unexpectedly began to change color, and a faint crimson gradually replaced them.
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After a few breaths, red clouds filled the sky, and the entire sky seemed to be infected with blood.
The scene was full of extreme shock, stimulating everyone's attention.
Endless bloody clouds surged like angry waves, shrouding everyone's heads.
Inside, endless electric snakes can be seen dancing wildly, and golden thunder balls are looming.
From time to time, a ferocious corner appears in the clouds, and then shrinks back into the clouds, as if something is brewing.
At this moment, the air between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped flowing, and the whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment.
There was a "beep" sound in the rolling thunderclouds, which made everyone's eardrums hurt, and even their heartbeats became faster.
"The color has changed."
Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes suddenly shrank.
I saw that the outermost edge of the thundercloud was still blood red, but the circle inward turned orange at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The people below were not surprised by this.
After all, everyone could tell before that Mo Zhiyao's virtual disaster was definitely not the lowest red level.
However, as time passed, everyone's eyes gradually became filled with horror.
The inner circle next to the orange thundercloud turned yellow, and at the same time, the people below discovered something that they could not understand and had never seen before.
Everyone's virtual disaster, no matter how high the level, even the highest level purple is just one color.
Because the thunderclouds densely distributed in the sky were originally red, when the orange thunderclouds appeared at first, everyone ignored them, but when the yellow thunderclouds appeared, the difference became obvious.
The orange thundercloud did not disappear, but still existed.
According to this inference, the thundercloud above Mo Zhiyao's head at this moment is red, orange and yellow.
This can be said to be unheard of in everyone's memory.
However, the shock that Mo Zhiyao brought to them was far from over.
Following yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple colors appeared one after another.
With each color appearing, the number of arc thunderballs in the thundercloud increased severalfold, and the power contained in them also skyrocketed.
After the center of the calamity cloud turns purple, the entire thundercloud becomes colorful and extremely gorgeous, but the arcs within it are like dragons, and the thunder can cover the sky.
At this moment, the entire disaster relief platform was trembling, and the terrifying pressure actually exploded the air one after another, causing a series of thunderous sonic booms.
The next moment, the entire mountain peak where the disaster relief platform was located began to tremble violently.
Huge twisted cracks suddenly exploded, like ugly scars, spreading like spider webs on the mountain wall.
Circles of corrugated annular ripples rippled out in the void.
"This, what kind of false disaster is this?"
Everyone stared blankly above, their scalps numb, and a chill spreading uncontrollably throughout their bodies.
What they saw in their eyes gave them an unreal and illusive feeling
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