Thunderclouds surged in the sky, seven colors circulated, and a terrifying pressure with a violent aura, like a mountain, pressed down on everyone.
Everyone's face was full of shock, because at this moment they discovered that the spiritual power in their bodies had become almost stagnant and unable to move.
"Oh my god, what level of false disaster did Mo Zhiyao cause?"
A Nanyuan disciple's throat rolled violently, and he struggled to spit out a question that represented everyone's aspirations.
A tremor and fear from the depths of the soul filled everyone's hearts at this moment.
The thunderclouds surging in the sky gave them a sense of oppression of facing death.
Just being affected by this momentum was so terrifying.
Mo Zhiyao, who was the first to bear the brunt and was located directly under the thundercloud, was enduring what was so terrifying that no one could imagine.
"This, is this a seven-color virtual disaster?
This is impossible."
Zuo Changfeng, who was at the front of the crowd, had a drastic change in his face at this moment, and a complex look of shock, ecstasy, terror, and excitement appeared in his eyes.
The level of virtual disaster is divided into seven colors, and on top of the top purple virtual disaster, there is an almost legendary level of horror, the seven-color virtual disaster.
Zuo Changfeng had only seen this level of virtual disaster in ancient relics.
He never thought that one day he would be able to see it with his own eyes.
Zuo Changfeng originally thought that Mo Zhiyao would most likely cause the Purple False Disaster, but in the end, this evil boy who did not act according to common sense actually caused the legendary Seven Colors False Disaster.
"Swish, swish" bursts of wind broke out, and figures shot out from a distance like lightning, landing next to Zuo Changfeng.
Looking at the clothes on these people, it was clear that they were all Nanyuan elders.
Obviously, they were all alarmed by this seven-color virtual disaster.
The violent fluctuations caused by the seven-color virtual disaster are no longer limited to the disaster platform.
Even with spiritual restrictions, it cannot be isolated.
The entire space of Nanyuan is violently turbulent.
"Great Elder, what is going on?
Who is fighting the virtual disaster?
How could such a strange phenomenon occur?"
A burly middle-aged man looked at the thunderclouds in the sky with shock, and asked Zuo Changfeng at the same time. road.
"It's Mo Zhiyao who is overcoming the third false disaster."
Zuo Changfeng's voice was trembling, which shows how strong Mo Zhiyao's impact was on him.
"Why Mo Zhiyao is just surviving the virtual disaster?
How could such a situation happen?"
Hearing Zuo Changfeng's answer, all the Nanyuan elders looked incredulous.
Who has not survived the virtual disaster?
But in front of them This scene, even if it is a false disaster, it is simply the end of the world.
"Now is not the time to talk about this.
Let's send the disciples away first, and then work together to build a heaven-sealing spiritual barrier to prevent the power of the virtual disaster from overflowing and causing accidents," Zuo Changfeng said with a solemn face and a stern voice.
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, a group of Nanyuan elders took action quickly.
In the shortest possible time, they expelled all the surrounding disciples from here.
Then, according to Zuo Changfeng's arrangement, they formed a circle around the disaster relief platform.
"Do it!"
Zuo Changfeng shouted sharply, and a huge amount of spiritual power suddenly surged out from his palm.
Together with the spiritual power of other elders, it formed a huge spiritual power barrier. , tightly wrapping the disaster relief platform in it.
After the construction of the Heaven Sealing Spiritual Barrier was completed, the violently turbulent space around him gradually returned to calm.
Although the world-destroying terrifying aura did not completely disappear, it also weakened a lot.
"Huh!"
Zuo Changfeng let out a long breath, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he looked at the figure in the disaster relief platform, filled with deep shock.
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"The elders listen to the order and maintain the maximum power of the Heaven-Sealing Spiritual Barrier at all times.
They must not let the power of the virtual disaster escape."
Zuo Changfeng withdrew his gaze and shouted to the Nanyuan elders.
"Obey" Although they didn't know how Mo Zhiyao caused such a terrifying false disaster, the elders also understood that once such a terrifying false disaster power spilled out, Nanyuan would probably be annihilated.
Far away, the expelled Nanyuan disciples, although they did not dare to approach because of the elders, were unwilling to leave and stopped in the distance to continue watching.
This kind of shocking virtual disaster is probably only seen once in this life.
Who wants to miss it?
On the disaster platform, Mo Zhiyao no longer sat cross-legged, but stood up and looked up at the seven-colored thunderclouds rolling above the sky, with a look of madness in his eyes.
The fierce pressure made Mo Zhiyao feel like a mountain was pressing down on him, and the vast power of heaven was fully displayed.
"Zhiyuan, you actually triggered the Qisei False Disaster.
It's going to be really bad this time."
For the first time, there was a touch of panic in Jiuse's voice.
Jiu Se also knew something about these seven-color virtual disasters, and had explained them to Mo Zhiyao before.
"Humph, so what if it's a seven-color false disaster?
No one in the world can stop me, Mo Zhiyao.
No one dares to stop this small false disaster.
I don't believe I can't get through it."
In Mo Zhiyao's voice, Already taking on the flavor of madness, his blood-colored eyes stared directly at the sky.
The thick gray virtual fire all over his body rolled up and rose.
Mo Zhiyao kicked the ground with the sole of his foot, jumped up, stood between the sky and the earth, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, come on, come on, let me see, you seven-color false disaster, Can you stop me, Mo Zhiyao?"
The laughter was rolling, full of arrogance and arrogance that ignored the world, and echoed across the sky.
Even people outside the sealing spirit barrier can hear it clearly.
"Good boy" Zuo Changfeng's eyes sparkled, and his scornful attitude really made people's blood boil.
"Good job!"
Many of the disciples in the distance were excited and couldn't help shouting.
Most of these Nanyuan disciples were teenagers, at the age where they were full of enthusiasm.
Mo Zhiyao, who still dared to be so arrogant and domineering in the face of such power, immediately aroused their resonance.
"You brat, you must survive for me.
When the time comes, I, Bai Xie, will become your brother."
Bai Xie jumped up and roared at Mo Zhiyao.
"Hahahaha okay" Mo Zhiyao's wild laughter came from far away Perhaps it was because of Mo Zhiyao's arrogance that he aroused the rage of the thunder clouds.
The brilliant seven-color thunder clouds surged like angry waves, and electric arcs shuttled through them like angry dragons.
They contained colorful thunder balls with world-destroying power.
It keeps spitting in the cloud, and there is a tendency to hit it head-on at any time.
The bright golden halo flowed like water on the body surface.
At this moment, Mo Zhiyao's whole body looked like it was made of real gold, and his bulging muscles were full of explosive power.
"Hahaha" an arrogant laughter came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth.
He raised his arm and pointed to the sky with a contemptuous look and disdain in his words: "Come on, let me, Mo Zhiyao, take a look, you are a weakling sent by God."
Disaster, can you make me surrender?
Come on."
"Boom, boom" there was a loud thunder, and the seven-colored thunder cloud seemed to be completely angered by Mo Zhiyao.
A colorful thunder ball suddenly blasted out from the thunder cloud and headed straight for Mo Zhiyao.
"Come on!"
The thunderball hit his head.
Mo Zhiyao not only did not retreat, but stepped forward.
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He made a fist with his right hand and suddenly struck the spot with the thunderball.
"Boom" The violent thunder force instantly covered Mo Zhiyao's body, like a pervasive water flow, not a trace was left, and everything penetrated into Mo Zhiyao's body.
"Ah" Mo Zhiyao's figure curled up, and his whole body trembled violently like a spasm.
A look of pain suddenly appeared on his face, which was hidden under the resentment armor.
"Crack", a bolt of lightning struck from the calamity cloud, hitting Mo Zhiyao's body right in the middle.
Mo Zhiyao screamed, and even the blood spurting out of his seven orifices was filled with dancing arcs of electricity.
The electric snake and thunder energy entered the body together.
Mo Zhiyao felt as if his whole body had been torn apart.
There were countless steel knives inside his body, which were constantly scratching at the inside, muscles, bones, flesh and blood.
The severe pain made Mo Zhiyao unable to even scream.
He clenched his hands into fists, and the sharp finger cots dug deeply into his palms, and bright red blood dripped down his fingers.
The thunderclouds above made a roaring sound, as if they were laughing in triumph.
Seven-color virtual disasters are different from those single-color virtual disasters.
The disaster thunder contains various extremely violent spiritual powers.
They are just struck in the form of thunder and lightning, not just the power of thunder and lightning.
Therefore, Mo Zhiyao couldn't use his own resistance to lightning spiritual power to compete with it.
After more than ten breaths, Mo Zhiyao managed to suppress the severe pain and regained consciousness throughout his body.
The eyes covered with blood looked at the thunderclouds above their heads again, the look in their eyes was still crazy and unyielding.
From his lips, a hoarse roar came out: "Come again" The calamity cloud above his head seemed to be completely angered by Mo Zhiyao.
Amidst the loud noise, ten colorful thunderballs were blasted down at the same time.
The terrifying force directly exploded all the air.
The void was like a piece of cloth being violently pulled, with layers of twists and folds appearing.
One thunder ball made Mo Zhiyao so miserable.
It increased tenfold at once.
Is it possible for Mo Zhiyao to resist?
The lightning flashed so intensely that it made people blind, and then the thunder roared, deafening.
In the huge electric light, a figure that looked extremely thin in comparison looked as fragile as a boat in the angry sea. , so small.
The moment the thunder and lightning hit Mo Zhiyao, his mind went blank, and he felt like his soul was out of body.
Although Mo Zhiyao had never had an out-of-body experience of a Taoist god, at that moment, he seemed to see his body being ravaged by thunder and lightning, but he did not feel any pain.
But it really only took a moment.
The sharp pain that was a hundred times more severe than before suddenly spread throughout his body.
Mo Zhiyao could clearly feel that the violent spiritual power pouring into his body was tearing apart every trace of his flesh and blood and every inch of his meridians. , every bone.
Even the soul in the body is wrapped by it.
Mo Zhiyao's body was like a fish thrown ashore, twitching violently, and the Resentful Cang Armor made an overwhelmed "click" sound.
Although it had not broken into pieces, it was obviously almost at its limit.
If he had to endure it again , I'm afraid it will be damaged
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