The cold and ferocious Xuan Ming Youyan enveloped the sinister white Qiu's spine, exuding a sinister and sinister atmosphere in the black and white.
The moment the violent dragon rushed into the fierce dragon's spine, a shocking roar of violence suddenly rose from the spine to the sky.
The voice was full of violence and fury.
At the same time, a terrifying pressure that seemed to come from ancient times and made people numb their scalp erupted from the spine of the fierce beast.
That coercion was full of endless cruelty, extremely ferocious, and had a vaguely ancient flavor.
Obviously, it was the remnant soul of the nine-cornered dragon that inherited a trace of dragon blood.
Mo Zhiyao's expression suddenly changed.
This was just a remnant soul, but it had such terrifying pressure.
It is conceivable that the nine-horned ferocious Qiu back then must be a peerless ferocious beast.
Mo Zhiyao's palms clenched suddenly, and the air in his palms was suddenly crushed away, making a low muffled sound.
The joints turned pale due to excessive force, which showed how nervous he was.
"Master, don't worry.
The ruthless dragon has a tough mind, coupled with the improvement of his spiritual body, and the assistance of Xuanming Youyan, he will definitely succeed."
Seeing this, Yuan Cang on the side could only comfort him in a low voice, although he also knew that Mo Zhi Haruka couldn't listen at all.
And at the same time that the remnant soul of the nine-cornered dragon roared violently, another roar of a dragon full of violent flavor rose up in the sky.
Invisible fluctuations with a cruel meaning instantly erupted from the spine.
Apparently, the cruel dragon began to officially collide with the remaining soul of the nine-cornered ferocious dragon.
And at the same time that the remnant soul of the nine-cornered ferocious dragon and the spirit body of the cruel dragon began to collide and crush each other, the white spine wrapped in Xuan Ming Youyan also began to change.
Sen Bai's bones began to become distorted, as if they were melting into slurry.
At the same time, strands of dark red blood began to seep out from the spine, spreading on its surface, intertwining with each other.
Moreover, an undetectable black light slowly emerged from it.
This change became more and more obvious as time went by, and at the same time, two equally violent roars came and went.
Time passed, and when the morning light of the third day fell into the valley, one of the two violent howls had begun to weaken significantly, which made Mo Zhiyao's heart, which had been worried, slightly relax. .
Because that weakening roar was caused by the remnant soul of the nine-cornered dragon.
Obviously, the dragon gradually gained the upper hand in this fight.
At dusk on the third day, the sharp roar of the nine-horned dragon had been completely extinguished, but the roar of the cruel dragon was filled with endless joy and excitement.
"Okay" Mo Zhiyao waved his clenched fist fiercely in front of him, with a look of ecstasy on his face.
It seemed that the cruel dragon had successfully erased the consciousness in the remaining soul of the nine-cornered dragon.
"Next, it depends on whether the ruthless dragon can successfully swallow the remaining soul of the nine-cornered ferocious dragon and fuse the trace of blood left behind by it."
Yuan Cang's eyes also glowed, and then he said with a solemn expression.
"There are still two days left.
If the ruthless dragon cannot successfully swallow the soul and fuse the blood within these two days, once the Xuanming Youyan disappears, it will fall short.
By then, it will be difficult to say whether it can maintain its own spirituality."
Regarding this, Mo Zhiyao was very clear in his heart, so he stared into the mysterious flame without blinking, and the frequency of the eternal demonic energy in his body also quietly accelerated a lot.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao's expression, Yuan Cang shook his head helplessly.
This was the first time he had seen Mo Zhiyao lose his composure since he followed the former. . .
In a dark and spooky cave, sitting on the throne in the center above, was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with a body as skinny as a skeleton and a gloomy face.
The middle-aged man has an extremely cold appearance, with sunken eyes, bulging cheekbones, a hooked nose, thin lips as red as blood, and a cold and cold light in his eyes, which makes people feel terrified.
The vague spiritual power fluctuations emanating from this person were full of coldness, and there was a hint of nauseating stench, as if something was rotten.
Behind this person, stood an equally thin figure.
Looking closer, you could clearly see the shape of that figure.
The skinny body can be called shriveled or more appropriately, there is no moisture at all.
The exposed skin all over his body showed a strange pitch-black color.
Under that depth, there was a metallic luster flickering.
And it gives people an extremely hard feeling, like being made of fine iron.
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A monstrous murderous rage emanated from his body.
There was no human emotion in his blood-red eyes, leaving only the undisguised crazy murderous intention.
Moreover, this person does not have any aura that represents vitality.
He is shocked to be a puppet.
At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat held his chin with one hand and his eyes fell on the light curtain suspended in the void in front of him.
The scene displayed in the light curtain turned out to be the Soul Flame Valley where Mo Zhiyao and the two were in, and even the Yin Yang Yun Dao tree in the deep pit clearly emerged in it.
"Hahahaha" a night owl-like, unusually hoarse laugh came from the middle-aged man's mouth.
At this moment, there was indescribable excitement and ecstasy in his eyes.
"Back then, I felt that there must be a treasure in this Soul Flame Valley, so I made some arrangements."
"Now it seems that my guess was indeed correct.
I never imagined that there would be such a treasure as the Yin Yang Yun Dao Tree in the Soul Flame Valley.
If it fell into my hands, my Yin Puppet Sect would be able to become as powerful as the four great masters within a hundred years.
Zong's super cultivation force."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with fiery greed, and he stared at the light screen, with a hint of red in his eyes.
"Come here!"
the middle-aged man shouted coldly, and suddenly, a ghost-like person appeared in the shadow, kneeling on one knee.
"Master of the Gate."
"Immediately inform Elder Bones and come with me to Soul Flame Valley."
"Yes" he agreed, and the man immediately disappeared into the shadows again.
"I am bound to win the Yin-Yang Yun Dao Tree," the middle-aged man murmured coldly as he looked at the light screen with red eyes.
The look on his face was extremely fanatical.
As for Mo Zhiyao and Tang Yan who were standing by in the light curtain, he simply ignored them.
In his eyes, the two young men and women were nothing more than two ants, posing no threat at all and could be wiped out with a snap of their hands. .
Soul Flame Valley, outside the deep pit.
There were even bloodshot eyes in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and he stared closely at the ferocious spine in the pit that had a completely different shape from before.
At this moment, the ferocious hornet's spine was already covered with threads of blood, and pieces of bright red scales covered it.
The edge of the scales showed an extremely sharp and icy arc, which made people's hearts tremble at the sight.
At the same time, a monstrous flame was emanating from it, accompanied by the roar of dragons that hurt people's eardrums.
A ferocious aura that was several times stronger than before swept across crazily, as if a ferocious beast from ancient times was gradually awakening.
An indescribable ferocious energy, like a hurricane, roared in the deep pit.
It was murderous and ferocious.
This kind of terrifying ferocity was enough to shake the mind of a weak-minded person.
At this moment, it is already the early morning of the fourth day, and there is still one day left before the Yin Yang Yun Dao Tree will swallow all the Xuan Ming Youyan and escape from the larval state.
Judging from the current situation, before then, Zhu Jiao should be able to complete the recasting of the spiritual treasure body this time and be promoted to the virtual level at the same time.
Everything is going smoothly in a good direction.
Of course, that would have been the case if there weren't four figures shooting rapidly from the direction of the Yin Puppet Gate. .
When the early morning light of the fifth day shone into the valley from the distant horizon, Mo Zhiyao, who had been concentrating on the progress of the ruthless dragon in the pit, his face suddenly changed, and then he stood up suddenly, his eyes serious.
Looking to the bottom of the pit At this moment, the originally intense Xuan Ming Youyan in the deep pit has shrunk to the extent that it can only wrap the Yin Yang Yun Dao Tree and the Fierce Qiu spine.
It seems that there is still about an hour at most before it will be over.
All were absorbed by the Yin Yang Yun Dao Tree.
Two vast fluctuations mixed together surged out from the Yin Yang Yun Dao Tree and the Fierce Qiu Spine like waves.
Obviously, both of them had reached the most critical moment.
"Vicious Jiao, hurry up."
His bloodshot eyes stared intently at the vicious Jiao's spine, which had turned dark red, was covered with sharp scales, and exuded a strong and sinister aura.
Xuanming Youyan was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually, part of the fierce Qiu's spine was exposed to the outside world.
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And the scope of exposure is also rapidly expanding.
The nervous look in Mo Zhiyao's eyes became more intense as Xuanming Youyan shrank, and his whole body seemed like a bowstring that was stretched to the extreme. .
"Peng" The moment the ferocious hornet's spine was completely exposed, a wave of air suddenly expanded.
The fierce impact actually knocked Mo Zhiyao back several steps.
A roar of dragons resounded through the sky, soaring into the sky from the bottom of the pit, piercing the golden clouds.
At the same time, a huge and slender figure, filled with endless vicious energy, stormed out from the pit, hovering in the sky.
"Successful" Mo Zhiyao clenched his fist fiercely, his face was full of excitement, and even his eye circles were slightly red.
The roar of the dragon rang loudly in the sky, as if even the whole world was trembling with it.
The momentum was filled with the arrogant and fierce power of the divine dragon and the power of the dragon that looked down on the world.
Although it was just a trace, it was still unbreakable.
The unshakable power of dragons is the supreme existence standing at the top of the food chain in the world of monsters and beasts.
Only dragons can have the power of heaven.
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