"Then thank Brother Mo for this favor.
The three of us will note it down and we will repay it in the future."
Hearing this, the faces of Jinlang and the other two people suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.
Mo Zhiyao's words clearly showed his attitude that he would never let Wang Lei snatch the spiritual power of the three of them.
Mo Zhiyao nodded toward the three of them, and then looked sarcastically at Wang Lei opposite.
"Mo Zhiyao, why don't you go too far?"
Seeing Mo Zhiyao snatching away his own spiritual power, and also trying to prevent him from snatching other people's spiritual power, Wang Lei's anger was obviously extremely intense, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.
His face became increasingly cold.
"It's too much to bully others."
Mo Zhiyao raised his eyelids and sneered, with an indescribable coldness in his smile.
"When I get out, I'll let you know what it means to really bully others."
After saying that, Mo Zhiyao ignored the furious Wang Lei, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate on absorbing the majestic spiritual power.
As a result, the whole scene seemed extremely weird.
Mo Zhiyao, Jinlang, Lin Yuan, and Ye Qingyan were all trying their best to absorb the spiritual power, but only the four people from Beishan Pavilion could only stand helplessly.
While watching.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Lei's face was extremely pale, and his eyeballs were covered with spiderweb-like bloodshot threads.
His fists were clenched, but because of the environment here, he did not dare to Take action, so you can only watch others swallowing the vast and pure energy of the Xuansu Pond.
"Brother, at this point, we can only admit it.
Although there is no spiritual light beam infusion, the spiritual energy here is also extremely rich.
After one month of practice, the cultivation level has been greatly improved."
It looked like it was obviously about to end.
Wang Lei went berserk, Wang Ting leaned over and whispered.
"After we go out, there will definitely be a fierce battle.
If you practice a little bit, you will be more confident."
"It's all your fault."
Wang Lei responded with a slap, hitting Wang Ting hard on the face.
Suddenly, five cyan fingerprints appeared on the latter's cheek, and at the same time, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Wang Ting swayed and almost fell into the pool below.
He covered his face with one hand, lowered his head and stopped talking.
But there was a look of resentment and cruelty in his eyes, but Wang Lei didn't let him see it.
Slapping Wang Ting allowed Wang Lei to vent a little of his anger.
He also knew that Wang Ting was right, so after gritting his teeth, he sat down cross-legged on the rock and started practicing.
However, the surging anger in his heart prevented him from entering the state of cultivation.
A touch of madness gradually began to spread in Wang Lei's eyes.
Ten days passed quietly.
In the Samsara Xuansu Pond, Mo Zhiyao sat quietly on a brown rock.
Two spiritual light beams merged together, wrapping his figure in it.
The extremely rich black and white strange spiritual power was continuously poured into his body, and Mo Zhiyao's aura began to become noticeably thicker.
In fact, not only Mo Zhiyao, but also the people around him, except for the four people from Beishan Pavilion, had obvious changes in their auras.
Obviously, their cultivation realms had changed over time.
With the passage of time, it is improving to a higher level.
In this environment, Wang Lei and the others seemed extremely awkward, because they were the only ones who had not been infused with spiritual power.
At this moment, no one could see that the madness in Wang Lei's eyes had reached an extreme state, like a wild beast that had completely lost its mind.
Wang Lei has been accepted as a disciple by Beishan Pavilion since he was a child.
His own qualifications are also quite evil, so he has been practicing smoothly all the way and has become the number one disciple of Beishan Pavilion early on.
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Therefore, he is favored by the master of Beishan Pavilion. pet.
But it is precisely because of this that Wang Lei developed a arrogant and domineering temperament.
In Beishan Pavilion, except for a few people such as the Pavilion Master and the Great Elder, Wang Lei paid no attention to anyone else, even the ordinary elders of Beishan Pavilion.
Many people in Beishan Pavilion also complained about this, but because Wang Lei was deeply loved by the master of Beishan Pavilion, and because his talent and strength were truly evil, they all tolerated or even avoided him if they could.
Zeji's attitude.
This also made Wang Lei more arrogant and willful.
And having suffered such a big loss at the hands of Mo Zhiyao, Wang Lei, who had always been accustomed to the wind, simply couldn't accept it.
Especially after ten days of brewing, the anger in the latter's heart finally reached its peak.
That rage, like a poisonous snake, was gnawing at his heart all the time, causing his reason to be completely burned away by the rage at a certain moment.
"Mo Zhiyao, Bai Xie, and you bastards, don't you want the spiritual power in this Samsara Xuan Su Po Pond?
Then I will give it all to you and let this Samsara Xuan Su Po Pond be buried with you," a somewhat hoarse voice said.
Wang Lei spat out his words, and at this moment, there was a clear look of madness in the latter's eyes.
The hysterical roar alarmed Mo Zhiyao and others.
At that moment, more than a dozen eyes focused on Wang Lei, who had a distorted face.
"Wang Lei, if you want to take action here, then you won't be able to survive."
Mo Zhiyao said in a cold voice with his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Hahahahahahaha" Wang Lei burst out laughing when he heard this, and then looked at Mo Zhiyao with ferocious eyes.
"Don't worry, I won't die with you bastards."
"I want you to know that the consequences of offending me are beyond your ability to bear."
"Eldest Brother" Wang Ting and other people in Beishan Pavilion also looked at Wang Lei with horrified expressions, and a chill arose in their hearts for no apparent reason.
Wang Lei seemed not to hear Wang Ting's cry, his face twisted like a ghost.
Then he turned his palm over, and an octagonal black jade tablet appeared in his palm.
"Repent, regret offending someone you can't afford to offend."
Wang Lei grasped it, and the black jade medal in his palm shattered.
At the same moment, an invisible wave instantly enveloped him.
Wang Lei's figure became strangely dazed at this moment, and the void around him suddenly distorted.
As the distortion intensified, the former's body quickly became transparent, as if he was about to merge into the void.
Average.
"Stop him, he is going to travel through the void."
Just when everyone was a little stunned by Wang Lei's change, Ge Shu Hongyan shouted in shock, causing Mo Zhiyao's expression to change drastically in an instant.
Traveling through the void is an exclusive ability that can only be possessed by those who are at the eighth level of breaking through the void.
With Wang Lei's cultivation level, it was impossible to display it.
Obviously, it was because of the black octagonal jade tablet in his hand.
But precisely because of this, everyone in Mo Zhiyao's reaction was a little slow, and it wasn't until Brother Shu Hongyan reminded them that they suddenly realized.
When Wang Lei traveled through the void and left here, his purpose was self-evident.
He obviously wanted to disrupt the spiritual power here and detonate it before leaving.
Judging from the ability displayed by the black jade token, Wang Lei should only be able to leave here alone.
In other words, he was even prepared to abandon Wang Ting and others.
This person's character is truly cold-blooded and vicious to the point of being outrageous.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes turned cold, and he rushed out like lightning, heading towards Wang Lei Naihe, but he was a step too late.
"Hahahaha, go to hell, go to hell."
The moment Mo Zhiyao threw himself in front of him, Wang Lei's figure completely blended into the void, leaving behind only a crazy laugh and a thick violent thunder and lightning.
A purple thunder ball formed by the gathering of spiritual power The purple thunder ball exploded the moment it appeared, giving Mo Zhiyao no chance to stop it.
Obviously, Wang Lei deliberately wanted to trap all these people to death here.
"Bastard" Mo Zhiyao's eyes instantly turned red.
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He never expected that Wang Lei could have such a skill.
Moreover, he did not expect that the latter would even ignore all of his fellow disciples and do such a cold-blooded thing.
"Wang Lei, you bastard, you are not going to die in peace."
This situation made Wang Ting and the two remaining Beishan Pavilion disciples curse.
Wang Lei actually wanted to kill them all out of his own selfish anger. .
The exploding thunderball instantly stirred up the already extremely violent spiritual power in the restraint and caused it to roll violently.
In an instant, the spiritual power in the entire space was in an extreme and uncontrollable disorder.
This kind of disorder directly distorts the space.
Looking at the twisted void, a look of horror flashed across Mo Zhiyao's eyes.
He could clearly feel that at this moment, violent fluctuations filled with a strong smell of destruction were spreading out from there.
And this terrifying wave, which contained the power of destruction, spread instantly.
Due to their location, Mo Zhiyao and Wang Ting were the first to bear the brunt.
"Bobo wave" Like punctured balloons, Wang Ting and the others were just affected by the wave, and their whole bodies exploded in an instant.
They didn't even have time to scream, and they turned into powder.
Even their souls suffered the same fate.
Those scenes made the scalps of several people in the back explode and their bodies became cold.
However, because of his extremely strong physical body, Mo Zhiyao did not end up like that.
Instead, he was bombarded by the invisible wave of destruction and flew backwards.
Although he did not die on the spot, Mo Zhiyao was seriously injured with just such a blow.
Mo Zhiyao felt as if he had been hit hard on the heart by a giant hammer.
His face turned pale as a sheet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
His skin exploded, and the bright red blood covered his clothes.
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