The overwhelming rage filled the air from Mo Zhiyao's body, and that ferociousness was much stronger than the half-demon monster in this sealed land.
At this moment, the murderous god in Nanyuan was completely furious. .
"Are you finally willing to come out?"
Looking at Mo Zhiyao who suddenly came out, Chang Lingzhen was startled at first, and then glanced back.
It seemed that the only one who came out was the former, and his brother Shu Hongyan still didn't show up.
At this moment, Mo Zhiyao's face was filled with a chilling anger, and his beast-like gaze made Chang Lingzhen's pupils shrink slightly.
After giving Chang Lingzhen a cold look, Mo Zhiyao turned around and looked at Bai Xie and Mo Yan, who were covered in bruises and with weak breaths.
A stronger and violent aura overflowed from his body as if uncontrollably.
Come.
"I'm sorry, I came out a little late."
Mo Zhiyao knelt down, put his hands on their shoulders, and said in a low voice.
"Zhiyao, why are you the senior sister Hongyan who came out alone?"
Bai Xie's eyes turned and he also discovered that his brother Shu Hongyan was not with Mo Zhiyao.
His expression suddenly changed and he asked quickly.
"Don't worry, Senior Sister Hongyan is fine.
She just has to stay in Hanlan Stream for a while."
Mo Zhiyao patted Bai Xie on the shoulder and said softly.
Bai Xie and Mo Yan were relieved when they heard that their brother Shu Hongyan was fine.
Then Bai Xie wiped the blood on his face, smiled bitterly at Mo Zhiyao, and said, "I'm sorry, the two of us are really useless.
Point, be beaten into this kind of virtue.”
Although he knew the huge strength gap between Mo Zhiyao and Chang Lingzhen, for some reason, Bai Xie had a feeling that facing Mo Zhiyao, even if Chang Lingzhen and Wang Lei joined forces, they would probably be in trouble.
Not much good.
"Zhiyao, although it's a bit too much to say that, I'll leave those two beasts to you."
Like Bai Xie, Mo Yan also had an inexplicable confidence in Mo Zhiyao.
"Don't worry, just leave them all to me."
Mo Zhiyao looked at the two people in front of him, with a hint of ferocious blood rising in his eyes.
"I guarantee that none of them will leave here alive."
Mo Zhiyao's voice was not loud, but it reverberated clearly in the space, and anyone could hear the monstrous violence contained in it.
At this moment, it was like a Nine Nether Shura descending from hell to the world.
Looking at Mo Zhiyao, whose face was full of ferocity and violence, Bai Xie and Mo Yan looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
"Then be careful."
Bai Xie reached out and punched Mo Zhiyao gently, and said with a smile.
This young man, who was younger than him and had lower cultivation than him, made him feel relieved.
Mo Zhiyao nodded, then stood up, turned around slowly, and his eyes filled with crazy murderous intent fell on Chang Lingzhen and Wang Lei above.
"Just because of you, Mo Zhiyao, are you so stupid that a mere seven-line Hedao pinnacle dares to speak nonsense in front of us?"
From above, Wang Lei stepped forward, looked down at Mo Zhiyao, and said with a sneer.
Wang Lei hated Mo Zhiyao with all his heart.
If Mo Zhiyao hadn't used tricks in the Samsara Xuan Su Po Pond to ruin his good deeds, he wouldn't have become so mad that he killed all his fellow disciples and ended up in the situation where he is now alone.
"Having defeated Bian Xuan, has your confidence expanded to this point?
Do you think that with your little strength, you are qualified to be arrogant in front of me?"
Wang Lei had a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly said the voice.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were half-squinted, and he glanced at Wang Lei coldly, then moved, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and rushed towards Wang Lei in mid-air.
Seeing that Mo Zhiyao didn't even say a word, but just took action, Wang Lei was startled at first, and then a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
Powerful electricity crackled around his fingertips, and then Wang Lei grabbed Mo Zhiyao, who was rushing towards him, with a fierce force, leaving five clear traces in the void.
However, just as Wang Lei launched his offensive, the ferocious smile on his face instantly froze, because Mo Zhiyao in front of him mysteriously disappeared.
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A faint sound of thunder sounded behind him, and Mo Zhiyao's speed was as fast as teleporting, and he appeared behind Wang Lei like a ghost.
No warm-up or nonsense, just one punch.
When Mo Zhiyao punched out, the air around his fist suddenly seemed to be detonated, with a thunderous whistling sound that spread crazily around.
The terrifying power caused the void in front of the fist to instantly collapse, revealing the deep darkness behind it.
"Wang Lei, be careful!"
Chang Lingzhen looked at this scene, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted in a deep voice.
However, Chang Lingzhen's reminder was obviously a step too late.
Mo Zhiyao's punch was extremely fast and contained extremely terrifying power, and it hit Wang Lei's vest solidly.
"Bang" A voice so low that it seemed to be able to shake people's hearts resounded at this moment, and then everyone saw that Wang Lei's figure was like an out-of-bore cannonball, shooting out wildly, and finally hitting the ground hard. on the ground.
His entire body was embedded under the surface of the earth, and huge cracks spread out in all directions, with Wang Lei as the center.
"call out" The sound of cracking wind sounded, and Mo Zhiyao's figure appeared directly above Wang Lei.
His face was full of crazy murderous intent.
At this moment, he looked a little distorted and looked particularly ferocious.
"I've said it before, you people from Beishan Pavilion, I'll kill you one by one, but you still dare to show up in front of me."
A voice filled with endless violence came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth.
At the same time, Mo Zhiyao's fists were like a barrage of cannons, pouring down towards Wang Lei with terrifying power.
Mo Zhiyao punched very fast, and with his poor eyesight, he could only see two blurry afterimages.
The fist force was like thunder, and it was blasted down like a violent wind and rain, and then everyone saw that the ground under Wang Lei suddenly cracked open, and the twisted cracks extended like a spider web.
At this moment, Mo Zhiyao has completely become synonymous with violence.
Every punch will bring up a cloud of scarlet blood mist, and the numbing sound of bones shattering will be heard one after another like exploding beans.
Looking at this scene, everyone in the scene was inexplicably horrified.
Wang Lei was the chief disciple of Beishan Pavilion, and his cultivation had reached the peak of Hedao with the Eight Marks.
Such a strong man was actually in the same place.
Being beaten so miserably by Mo Zhiyao, he had no power to fight back.
"Stop!"
Chang Lingzhen, who was in mid-air, was stunned by the scene in front of him for a moment, and then he quickly shot out his electricity.
The vast spiritual power turned into a golden sword and slashed down at Mo Zhiyao.
"Get out of here" Mo Zhiyao looked as ferocious as a ghost and punched out with his backhand.
The majestic spiritual power swept out like lightning and hit the golden sword.
Chang Lingzhen's expression suddenly changed as the fists and swords struck each other.
Mo Zhiyao's blow was more ferocious than he imagined.
Not only did it defeat the spiritual sword, it also made him take a step back.
"This boy" Chang Lingzhen's eyes instantly filled with horror.
Mo Zhiyao's tyranny made huge waves surge in his heart.
After knocking Chang Lingzhen away with one punch, Mo Zhiyao's face became more violent.
He flew down, roared, and punched out with both fists at the same time.
Terrible power ripples spread along the place where the fists hit.
And as the power ripples spread, Wang Lei's body completely collapsed.
The crazy Mo Zhiyao actually beat Beishan Pavilion disciple Wang Leishengsheng, who was always known for his physical strength, into a ball of minced meat with his bare hands.
The five fingers curled into claws, and golden spiritual power lingered around the fingertips, like five sharp blades, fiercely inserted into Wang Lei's abdomen.
And as the arm was raised, the soul with flesh and blood was dug out alive by Mo Zhiyao The power of absorption surged out from the palm of his hand, and the pile of rotten flesh on the ground turned into a cloud of ash in the blink of an eye.
Mo Zhiyao's body was covered with splatters of blood, and a pungent smell of blood emanated from his body.
Standing up, smelling of blood and violence, Mo Zhiyao walked out slowly, his stern eyes scanning the Donghua Sect disciples in the distance one by one.
All Donghua Sect disciples who were swept by Mo Zhiyao's gaze trembled, their faces turned pale, and their originally fierce faces now showed a look of deep fear.
Bai Xie and Mo Yan, who were not far away, had their throats rolling violently at this moment, and their eyes showed incredible shock.
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Even the two of them did not expect that Mo Zhiyao could be so fierce.
In a moment, Wang Lei was killed on the spot.
At this moment, the atmosphere between heaven and earth fell into a dead silence.
After a while, a series of sounds of cold air were heard.
Instantly killing a cultivator in the Eighth Mark Realm like Wang Lei is something that even some ordinary body-sloughing masters may not be able to accomplish easily.
What's more, Mo Zhiyao only has seven lines of cultivation.
In fact, speaking of it, Wang Lei's death was not unjust.
Mo Zhiyao's own fighting strength is enough to fight beyond the level.
Wang Lei only surpassed the latter by one human mark, and he did not pose any threat to Mo Zhiyao at all.
Coupled with his carelessness, Mo Zhiyao took the opportunity first, and the result was such a miserable end.
His cold eyes finally fell on Chang Lingzhen, and a sound as cold as the cold wind echoed across the world, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"Next, it's your turn."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Chang Lingzhen's expression slowly darkened.
His hands hanging by his sides gradually became clenched, and a cold feeling surged through his half-squinted eyes
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