The thunder that destroyed the heaven and earth tore through the void, leaving clear colorful traces in the air, and then hit Mo Zhiyao hard.
The gorgeous sound and light effects were extremely terrifying and exciting.
Catching everyone's attention.
However, after such a terrible thunderstorm fell on Mo Zhiyao, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to stir up any waves.
As much as they come, Mo Zhiyao absorbs.
At the end, Mo Zhiyao simply closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, not even looking at the thunder clouds, concentrating on transforming the power of the disaster thunder, absorbing the power of Tao in it, and attacking the realm of Hedao with all his strength.
The sixth round of 100,000 disaster thunders fell, and Mo Zhiyao, who was bathed in the lightning and thunderstorm, looked calm, stretched out his arms, and welcomed the disaster as if he were embracing the heaven and the earth.
Throughout the ages, he is probably the only one who has overcome disasters like Mo Zhiyao.
Hundreds of thousands of thunderstorms poured down for half a day before they gradually stopped.
At this moment, the peaks of the disaster platform below have been flattened by the violent power of the disaster thunder.
Huge ravines are crisscrossing each other.
If it were not blocked by the sky-sealing spiritual barrier set up by Zuo Changfeng and others, I am afraid that it would have been long ago.
It spread to the square of Nanyuan.
As the most popular place in Nanyuan at the moment, the sound of breaking through the sky is often heard near the disaster relief platform.
More and more Nanyuan disciples gather here, and one after another figures stand in the mid-air far away from the platform. , watching here from a distance.
Mo Zhiyao caused such a shocking virtual disaster, which obviously alarmed the entire Nanyuan.
Even the disciples and the elders rushed here in an endless stream.
Seeing the seven-color disaster thunder pouring down from the sky, the elders and disciples were all in a daze.
After all, no one has ever been able to trigger such a shocking and bizarre virtual disaster.
Looking at the disaster relief platform from a distance, the same thought emerged in everyone's heart.
"This new guy's potential is really amazing."
At this moment, if anyone can enter the Sealing Heaven Spiritual Barrier, they can realize that the aura emitted by Mo Zhiyao has reached the saturation point of the Zangxu realm, and there is only such a small gap between breaking through to the Hedao realm. step.
Just like a thin layer of window paper, it will break when you poke it.
In addition to Mo Zhiyao's aura, the sky-sealing spiritual barrier was also filled with extremely violent spiritual power fluctuations, and the aftermath of the disaster thunder's power roared in this space like a storm.
After six consecutive rounds of catharsis accumulation, it has reached an extremely terrifying point.
Even a strong person in the early stages of Hedao might not be able to stay in there for long.
A figure sat quietly in the void, like an old monk in meditation.
Its body was covered with a colorful spiritual armor that flowed like water, dazzling and breathtaking.
If you can see the surface of Mo Zhiyao's body through this spiritual armor, you will find that Mo Zhiyao's skin has completely turned into golden color at this moment.
Not only that, there is an imperceptible seven-color light inside. .
Just visually, it gives people a feeling of indestructible metal texture, as if a gentle tap can produce a crisp sound of gold and iron.
By absorbing the power of the disaster thunder, Mo Zhiyao's golden body of the Heavenly Demon has obviously reached a very tyrannical level.
Such terrifying physical power is probably far beyond what an air-level spiritual treasure can achieve.
Maybe Even Mo Zhiyao himself was not sure.
With the absorption of a large amount of disaster thunder power, Mo Zhiyao's soul has undergone a "qualitative" change.
Mysterious fluctuations containing the power of Tao flowed from the body of the soul like a tide.
Ripple away.
Now Mo Zhiyao's soul seems extremely illusory at first glance, but if you look closely, it gives people a real sense of existence.
The contradiction between reality and illusion is perfectly integrated without any sense of disharmony.
Threads of seven colors flowed around Yuanshen's body, making them beautiful.
The seven-color silk thread is the power of Tao contained in the power of disaster thunder.
The color of the third virtual disaster that each person has passed through is the color of the power of Tao he has absorbed.
Mo Zhiyao's mind is always focused on his own soul.
As it grows, Mo Zhiyao can feel the terrifying power contained in it.
"There is still a little bit left before I can be promoted to the Hedao level and Yuan Cang can also be promoted to the Xu level."
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Mo Zhiyao opened his eyes and looked at the thunder clouds above his head.
Mo Zhiyao had a feeling that if he survived another round of disasters, this false disaster would be over.
"Come on, let me see how terrifying this last round of disaster thunder can be."
There was a fiery meaning in his deep eyes.
Regarding this last round of disaster thunder, Mo Zhi couldn't help it.
Yao is full of deep expectations.
At this moment, the thunderclouds in the sky were spinning more violently, and it was obvious that a more violent storm was brewing.
The calamity clouds in the sky, contrary to the previous sound and light that shook the sky, the light and shadow disappeared, there was no sound, and a strange smell was exuded in the silence.
But the coercion that pervaded from it not only did not weaken, but became more than ten times more intense.
Under the terrible pressure, even the air was frozen, and the entire space where the disaster platform was located instantly became like a dead zone.
The black hole in the center of the calamity cloud suddenly shrunk under the horrified eyes of everyone, and then expanded again in an instant.
The deep, dead darkness inside even swallowed up the light, and the entire Nanyuan fell into darkness in the next moment.
The only thing visible between the sky and the earth was the seven-colored thundercloud, and Mo Zhiyao underneath it, looking so evil.
Looking up at Lei Yun, Mo Zhiyao's fiery eyes also showed a hint of solemnity.
This last round of thunder gave Mo Zhiyao a dangerous feeling of palpitations.
Immediately, Mo Zhiyao stood up, and the majestic and vast spiritual power surged out from his body.
His whole aura was like a magic weapon unsheathed, with its sharp edge revealed.
"Come on, dragon or insect, with one move, the sky will kill me today, and I will kill the sky tomorrow."
Mo Zhiyao's roar was like thunder, reverberating in the sky, making everyone around him feel excited.
"Well, this is my good man from Nanyuan," Zuo Changfeng said loudly with an excited expression.
The elders and disciples of Nanyuan were also excited and excited.
The figure of the young man standing in the air was like a brand, deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.
As if responding to Mo Zhiyao's roar, seven-colored thunderbolts surrounded by electric arcs suddenly appeared from the black hole and suspended in the sky.
Not only that, there is also a faint layer of mist surrounding the disaster thunder, which looks so blurry and dreamy that people can't help but get drunk and fall into it at a glance.
However, that seemingly beautiful layer of mist gives people a chilling feeling, as if it is the gentlest and most ruthless killer.
The beautiful calamity thunder fell from the sky, like falling clouds, appearing light and misty, as if it were real or illusory.
It seemed extremely slow, but it fell on Mo Zhiyao in an instant.
The two strong contrasts give people an abrupt feeling of vomiting blood.
The dazzling disaster thunder got bigger and bigger in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, until it came close to him, Mo Zhiyao couldn't even make a single reaction.
Just the moment the disaster thunder entered his body, Mo Zhiyao's mind suddenly went blank, and he felt as if his entire body had turned into a piece of duckweed, drifting with the current, completely out of his own control, giving him the illusion that he had transcended time and space.
But the people watching from the outside world found that at this moment, the space and time at the disaster platform seemed to have completely stopped, and the whole scene was full of weirdness.
After an instant, the space enclosed by the Heaven-Sealing Spiritual Barrier was filled with seven-colored brilliance, and no one could see any of the scenes in it.
The sky and the earth were all shrouded in blood, and the nauseating smell of blood filled every corner of the space.
Even the sun hanging in the sky is red.
A huge corpse was scattered in the air and on the ground.
It was shocking and made people feel as if they were in purgatory.
Invisible violent fluctuations raged crazily in this dead space, stirring endlessly.
In a majestic hall, the devil emperor with silver hair and blood eyes sat on the throne.
The gigantic and burly body was now covered with countless ferocious huge wounds.
There is endless hatred and malice in the blood-red eyes.
Below, a group of generals were covered in blood.
They had obviously just experienced a bloody killing.
Everyone's expressions were filled with deep exhaustion.
The leader of the crowd is none other than Zi Ru, who has a feminine and beautiful appearance.
But at this moment, Zi Rui's face was stained with blood and his body was covered in scars.
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"Your Majesty, now the God Emperor has completely conquered our Demon Realm, and even surrounded the Imperial Palace.
It seems that we won't be able to defend it for much longer."
Zi Ruo said to the Demon Emperor above with an ugly face.
The Demon Emperor, who was sitting on the throne, seemed not to have heard what Zi Ru said.
He just stared blankly at a strange crystal in his hand, his expression gloomy and uncertain.
No one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.
And the crystal stone held in the palm of the Demon Emperor was shockingly part of the broken ancestral heart.
The Demon Emperor was speechless, and the people below did not dare to speak anymore, so they had to wait quietly.
"Haha, haha."
A sudden laughter suddenly came from the Demon Emperor's mouth.
The Demon Emperor looked up to the sky and smiled.
No one saw the bitterness and regret flashing in his eyes.
After laughing, the Demon Emperor turned his head and looked at the people below, and finally his eyes fell on the leader Zi Rui.
"Zili, I didn't listen to your advice and joined forces with the God Emperor to attack the human world.
In the end, I trapped myself in a cocoon and ended up like this."
The Demon Emperor's voice was full of unspeakable bitterness.
"Your Majesty," Zi Li was about to speak, but was interrupted by the Demon Emperor waving his hand.
"Zi Ru, you don't need to say more.
The matter is over, and all the blame falls on me.
Now that the God Emperor has captured the Demon Realm, it seems that it won't take long for my imperial palace to fall as well."
"As the Lord of the Demon Realm, I have no shirking responsibility.
I am responsible for seeking the skin of a tiger.
It doesn't matter if I die alone, but pitifully, the hundreds of millions of people in my Demon Realm were brutally slaughtered.
Those who survived by chance will also be degraded from now on.
I am not willing to be the slave of his God Emperor, and I will never be willing to do so."
When the Demon Emperor said this, his face was distorted, and his eyes flashed with overwhelming hatred.
A violent aura surged out from the Demon Emperor's body and filled the air.
In the main hall.
After a moment, the Demon Emperor calmed down his fierce momentum, stood up, stepped down, and came to Zi Rui's body.
His broad palm landed on Zi Rui's shoulder.
"Zi Ru, I want to ask you something
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