"Roar", a roar that didn't sound like a human voice at all, came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth.
The fierce thunder power passed through the Resentful Cang Armor and traveled on Mo Zhiyao's body surface.
His heavy breathing sounded like a windmill.
There was a sound, and with every breath he took out, blood foam spurted out from his mouth.
The golden halo flowing on Mo Zhiyao's skin was extremely dim.
It was obvious that his physical body was about to reach its limit.
Even if it was just another thunderstorm, Mo Zhiyao might not be able to withstand it.
Mo Zhiyao's body was shaking violently uncontrollably, and blood spurted out from his seven orifices like a stream.
Bright red blood flowers bloomed miserably in mid-air.
"Cheng Mo" Dongliu Yanyu screamed in the distance and was about to rush over, but was held tightly by Yu Tong and Meng Zhuxi beside him.
"Yianyu, you can't break through the restriction that the Great Elder and the others have jointly set up.
Besides, outsiders in the virtual disaster can't help at all.
So what can you do if you pass?"
"Yes, Yanyu, please calm down, Zhiyao will definitely succeed."
Dongliu Yanyu, who was pulled by the two men, had a sad look in his eyes, staring closely at the figure bathed in the thunder and lightning, and the absolute voice echoed silently in his heart.
"Cheng Mo, remember that if you die, I will never live alone."
"Zhiyao, hold on."
Around the disaster relief platform, Zuo Changfeng and other Nanyuan elders were maintaining the Heaven-Sealing Spiritual Barrier, but their eyes were locked on the figure in the air opposite, and their faces looked particularly nervous.
And dignified.
In the distance, a large number of Nanyuan disciples gathered around.
Their eyes were also looking in the same direction, watching Mo Zhiyao closely.
Their eyes were filled with deep shock.
Although the Sealing Heaven Spiritual Barrier blocked most of the spiritual power fluctuations, they could still imagine the horror of the seven-color virtual disaster through the traces that spilled out.
If it were them, they might not even be able to withstand the first wave of disasters.
"Come on, you must hold on."
This sentence appeared in the hearts of many people.
"It's not that easy to kill me."
A stubborn arc appeared at the corner of Mo Zhiyao's mouth.
"I said, no one dares to stop me, no one can stop me."
Stretching his body, Mo Zhiyao's chest straightened out again, and his waist stood straight again, like a spear, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
Looking at the thunderclouds above, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were still full of disdain, he was still so arrogant, and his head was held high, no one could let him lower it.
The seven-colored calamity cloud rolled more violently, the dazzling electric light flashed again, and the roaring thunder sounded again.
This time, there were hundreds of lightning bolts and hundreds of thunderballs, tearing the sky apart and all hitting Mo Zhiyao's body.
"Ah" an unyielding roar came from Mo Zhiyao's throat.
At this moment, the eternal demonic energy in his body began to stir like never before.
The silver pattern hovering over it also burst out with a bright light.
The Demon Spirit Nebula in the dantian was rotating at an extremely fast speed.
A huge suction force burst out from the Demon Spirit Nebula.
The violent thunder power that invaded Mo Zhiyao's body followed the meridians of his body.
It poured into the Eternal Demonic Essence crazily, and then poured into the Demonic Nebula like a flood.
"What?"
Mo Zhiyao looked blankly at the situation inside his body, and was immediately shocked beyond measure.
The Eternal Demonic Essence, or rather the Eternal Demonic Essence fused with the ancestral heart, could even transform the power of disaster thunder.
The power of the disaster thunder was extremely violent and could not be absorbed into the body, otherwise Mo Zhiyao would not be so miserable.
But now it seems that the Eternal Demonic Essence can actually transform and absorb it.
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This makes Mo Zhiyao shocked and extremely ecstatic at the same time.
Even Mo Zhiyao himself was not expecting such a sudden change.
After being surprised, he quickly began to absorb the power of the disaster thunder that entered his body.
Perhaps it was because Mo Zhiyao had actually carried hundreds of thunder clouds, which made the thunder clouds even more furious.
A series of explosions suddenly rolled out in the sky.
The violent thunder and lightning that fell again turned out to be terrifying thousands of times.
The Tao is like a sudden rain, roaring and bombarding down "Come on."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were full of fire, he held his head high and faced him boldly.
As soon as the disaster thunder entered the body, Mo Zhiyao immediately began to guide it to follow two different circulation paths, travel through the meridians of the body for a week, and then inject it into the eternal demonic essence.
What made Mo Zhiyao ecstatic was that after being transformed by the eternal demonic energy, the originally extremely violent power of the disaster thunder turned out to be extremely docile, and could be completely absorbed by himself and transformed into his own spiritual power, nourishing his physical body at the same time.
It also strengthens the two original spirit beasts and its own soul.
And Mo Zhiyao also discovered that the power of this disaster thunder was far more pure than the profound energy in the Sky-Splitting Road.
At this moment, his own cultivation level is improving rapidly, and he is steadily moving towards the realm of harmony.
Normally, Mo Zhiyao had just been promoted to Jiuwen Zangxu, and because of the magic pattern, if he wanted to be promoted to Hedao, he would have to practice continuously in the third level of Tianlu for at least half a year before he could break through.
But at this moment, because of this disaster, this time has been shortened countless times.
Virtual disaster, one body and two sides.
If you can't resist, your body will disappear and your body will disappear.
After resisting, he strengthened his body, tempered his bones, and condensed his soul.
The power of virtual disaster is the purest spiritual power of heaven and earth, but it is too violent and cannot be absorbed by others.
But Mo Zhiyao was able to absorb the power of virtual disaster into his body because of the eternal demonic essence and ancestral heart, which allowed his cultivation to improve at an alarming speed.
Moreover, in the third virtual disaster, there is still a trace of "Tao" power, which is also necessary to hit the next level of "integration of Tao".
As long as you can survive the third virtual disaster, you can more or less absorb some Tao power, and integrate these Tao powers into your soul, and you can hit the Hedao realm.
The first two false disasters were all about laying the foundation and strengthening the inside and outside of the physical body.
Only in the third false disaster will the power of Tao exist.
This is also the reason why one can only be promoted to Hedao after surviving the third false disaster.
The higher the level of the third virtual disaster, the more Tao power it contains.
After it is over, the process of promotion to Hedao will be smoother.
Some people rely on high-level spiritual treasures to resist virtual disasters, although they survive successfully.
But it will take an extremely long period of time to advance to Hedao.
The reason is that too little Tao power is absorbed.
Moreover, the power of Yuanshen Zhongdao also determines the combat power after being promoted to Hedao.
This is also the reason why the higher the level of virtual disaster, the greater the combat power will be improved in the future.
The virtual disaster caused by Mo Zhiyao is the top seven-color virtual disaster, and the power of Tao contained in it far exceeds other levels of virtual disaster.
Now that Mo Zhiyao is relying on the eternal demonic essence and ancestral heart to absorb the power of the disaster thunder, his promotion speed is naturally incredibly fast.
"Hahahaha come again happily" Mo Zhiyao was bathed in the thunder and laughed up to the sky, his laughter was full of endless joy.
The thunderclouds in the sky became even more violent after four rounds of thunder were dropped.
It no longer just rolled in place like before, but began to rotate, forming a whirlpool-like existence.
In the very center of the vortex, a black hole suddenly appeared.
Waves of intimidating and violent pressure erupted from it, and just by looking at it, one felt a horrified feeling of being completely destroyed.
The corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth showed an arrogant arc, and he looked at the thunderclouds in the sky with fiery eyes.
He stretched out his whole body, stretched out his arms, and under the horrified eyes of everyone, he actually took the initiative to meet him.
"Is this kid still a human?"
Nanyuan disciples in the distance looked at the young figure rushing towards Lei Yun with dull expressions, and couldn't help but said in a voice.
In such a terrifying virtual disaster, other people would hide there honestly, praying to God and Buddha that they could survive it.
Mo Zhiyao was better.
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Not only did he not hide, he also took the initiative to move forward.
This gap is too big, right?
"This kid can really endure it."
Although he didn't know how Mo Zhiyao survived the fourth round of thunder, but seeing him become more energetic again, Zuo Changfeng also breathed a sigh of relief, with a trace of unconcealable joy in his eyes. and gratified.
"It seems that another evil talent is about to appear in our Nanyuan."
The other elders nodded repeatedly, with undisguised excitement on their faces.
"Yin Cang, how are you doing?"
Mo Zhiyao stood still under the thundercloud and asked in his heart.
"Thanks to the master, the power of these seven-color disaster thunder far exceeds that of normal disaster thunder.
As long as I absorb enough power of disaster thunder, I can not only be promoted to a virtual level spiritual treasure, but also have the ability to be promoted to a chaos level spiritual treasure.
"The potential."
Yuan Cang's extremely excited voice echoed in Mo Zhiyao's heart.
The power of the seven-color disaster thunder is enough to completely transform Yuan Cang.
Hearing this, Mo Zhiyao was also very happy and looked at the thunderclouds above with hot eyes.
In the sky, from the black hole in the center of the thundercloud, a colorful disaster thunder suddenly spit out, and then it floated in the air strangely without falling.
Compared with the previous one, this disaster mine is much smaller, only 30% of its original size.
But it seemed more solid.
The seven-color light was flowing endlessly.
A terrifying wave of people's heart palpitations spread out from it.
Tiny twisted black lines appeared in the surrounding space.
Just by relying on the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted by this disaster thunder, Mo Zhiyao could clearly feel that the power contained in it was definitely not comparable to the previous disaster thunder, and it was enough to be called terrifying.
Tribulation thunders were spit out from the black hole one after another, suspended in the sky.
However, in just a few breaths, the number has reached tens of thousands.
It seems that the number of disaster thunder increases tenfold with each round.
It’s just that I don’t know how many rounds of these seven-color virtual disasters there are.
If there is another round, it will be one hundred thousand disaster thunders.
"Rumble" the sound of thunder that made the whole Nanyuan tremble exploded in the sky.
Thousands of seven-color thunders suspended in the sky, like a sudden rain, roared and poured down towards Mo Zhiyao.
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