Huge spiritual palm prints whizzed past the sky, and then hit the huge throne with the dragon and phoenix light patterns entrenched heavily.
Boom The two behemoths collided, causing the dark space to tremble violently.
Terrifying spiritual power ripples spread out in a ring, pushing out all the surging demonic energy around him.
At this moment, it was as if time had stopped.
The palm print and the throne seemed to have formed a stalemate, each corroding the other crazily.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes were fixed on the ancient throne, but his expression became a little gloomy.
Although there was a stalemate, he could see that the power of Sealed Dragon Seat was gradually weakening.
Although Nan Yamang was suppressed by the Nine Nether Demon Realm, he was still at the peak of the seven lines of metamorphosis.
With that kind of cultivation strength, Mo Zhiyao would not be able to confront him head-on.
Kaka A slight cracking sound sounded quietly, but Mo Zhiyao's heart suddenly sank.
Because he saw that that sound came from the Sealing Dragon Seat.
Cracks continued to spread from the Sealing Dragon Throne, and in just a few breaths, they completely spread to every corner of the throne.
Moreover, the golden-red light on the Fengtian Dragon Seat was dimming rapidly.
"Little bastard, is this your last resort?"
From behind, Nan Yamang's eyes flashed and he said to Mo Zhiyao with a ferocious smile.
"I said, you are not qualified to dance around in front of me."
Nan Yamang's palm suddenly clenched, and he saw the huge spiritual power palm print.
He also grasped it hard, and the fierce spiritual power surged out from his palm, and with one last blow, he completely sealed the Heavenly Dragon Seat. of holding it in the palm of your hand.
When the spiritual power exploded, Feng Tianlong Seat was completely crushed by the spiritual power palm print and flew away.
The four levels of powerful means deployed by Mo Zhiyao, except for the Jiuyou Demon Realm, the other three levels were all destroyed at this moment.
Mo Zhiyao's face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
His body was also completely destroyed.
He was completely exposed to the eager gaze of the spiritual palm print.
"die" A cruel look flashed in Nan Yamang's eyes, and he swung his palm out again, and the spiritual palm print in front of him suddenly shot out, approaching Mo Zhiyao.
"It's not that easy if you want me to die."
At this moment, Mo Zhiyao also became completely crazy.
The huge demon statue's arms moved forward and back in the shape of a bow.
The huge black hole was spinning crazily in front of him.
A wave of destructive fluctuations spread out.
"call out" When the golem loosened its fingers, the black hole vortex turned into a huge stream of dark light and burst out.
The moment it was shot out, the space it passed along the way suddenly collapsed.
"Boom" The extremely violent spiritual energy swept across the sky like a storm.
Such terrifying destructive power could not even be endured by the Nine Nether Demon Realm surrounding it, and it instantly collapsed and dissipated.
A figure was sent flying thousands of feet, blood spurted out along the way, and finally landed heavily on the ground in the square below.
"Ahem" On the collapsed square, almost the entire body of Mo Zhiyao was buried in the rubble.
The clothes on his body were almost completely torn apart by the violent spiritual power, revealing his scarred and bloody body.
Mo Zhiyao raised his head, resisting the severe pain coming from his body, and looked at the sky above with red eyes, revealing the figure of Nan Yamang.
The blood in his mouth dripped down, covering the ground beneath him.
It was stained and stained.
And at this moment, in the main stand.
The Palace Master of Lingtian Palace, who had been sitting on the seat with indifferent eyes, suddenly flashed with a dazzling light in his beautiful eyes.
He stood up suddenly, and the aura around his body fluctuated uncontrollably. stand up.
And her eyes were fixed on Mo Zhiyao below.
To be precise, it was an item hanging on Mo Zhiyao's neck.
"Palace Master, what's wrong with you?"
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When the girl standing next to Palace Master Hu Ling saw this, she was indescribably surprised.
In the decades she had been with the former, this was the first time she had seen him act so gloomy.
You know, even if the former inherited the mantle of the old palace master and took charge of the Slaughter Lingtian Palace, he would look cold and cold.
The girl really couldn't figure out what happened that would cause such a violent reaction to the master of the Palace of Killing.
As for the girl's question, Palace Master Ling seemed to have never heard it.
A low murmur, with a hint of trembling, came out of his mouth: "That, that is, the ring of concealment."
"Little bastard, you are so stubborn that you can take my palm without dying.
However, this time, I want to see if you can do it again."
In the sky, Nan Yamang stood in the sky, looking at the rubble with sinister eyes.
Mo Zhiyao, who was among them, said in a ferocious voice with a cold voice.
After the words fell, Nan Yamang flipped his palm, and another huge spiritual power palm print condensed out.
Moreover, this time on the spiritual power palm print, the swirling spiritual power fluctuations became more fierce and powerful, and the void at the edge was constantly twisting and collapsing.
"die" Nan Yamang waved his palm, and the hundred-foot huge spiritual power palm print brought up a huge shadow, bursting the air, overwhelming the sky and overwhelmingly suppressing Mo Zhiyao.
He wanted to see, this time, Mo Zhiyao, Will Yao still be able to reach it?
"Pooh" Mo Zhiyao spit out the blood foam in his mouth and looked at the huge palm print roaring from above, but there was no look of panic on his face.
He moved the palm next to him, and a black jade tablet appeared in his palm.
This black jade tablet was given to Mo Zhiyao by Zitan when he left Scarlet Phoenix Sect.
At the moment of life and death, Mo Zhiyao could directly summon the red sandalwood by crushing it.
Mo Zhiyao could no longer cope with the current situation.
Although doing so might expose Zitan and Shenzong Shihuazun and others to discover some secrets, there was nothing he could do.
If he didn't do this, Mo Zhiyao would die in Nan Yamang's hands.
However, just when Mo Zhiyao was about to crush the black jade token and summon the red sandalwood, a graceful and noble enchanting figure appeared in front of Mo Zhiyao unexpectedly.
With a backhand slap of his slender white jade hand, the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly boiled and rioted.
Then, the huge spiritual power palm print, which was hundreds of meters tall, was shattered inch by inch under the slap, and finally there was a loud bang. , turned into spots of light all over the sky.
With one blow, he defeated the fierce attack of a strong man with seven lines of transformation.
This scene caused the pupils in the eyes of everyone in the field to shrink sharply.
"Whoever dares to interfere in my affairs is seeking death."
Nan Yamang's expression changed and he roared.
However, the next moment, the ferocious look on his face suddenly solidified.
"Nan Yamang, how dare you speak to me like this," a voice so cold that it froze the world rang out.
The graceful figure slowly turned around, with a cold murderous intent quietly flowing in her beautiful eyes.
"Palace Master" Shouts of exclamation suddenly rang out.
No one expected that the person who took action would actually be the master of the Killing Heaven Palace.
"Palace Master, please forgive me.
I made a mistake for a moment.
I didn't know it was the Palace Master who was coming."
Being stared at by Palace Master Huling, Nanya Mang felt as if a basin of ice water was poured down from the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and he shuddered immediately, and then He bowed down and said with a trembling voice.
In the Western Region of the Fog Demon Sea, the Master of Ling Palace can be said to control the life and death of everyone.
Although Nan Yamang is a powerful leader, he is not even an ant in front of the former.
Palace Master Ling Ling can wipe him and the Nanya Family directly from this territory with just a flick of his little finger.
Moreover, this generation of Palace Master Ling is more ruthless and moody than the previous generation of Palace Masters.
He would easily wipe out a party's cultivation power, leaving no chickens or dogs behind.
Therefore, when he saw that the person who took action was actually the master of the Palace of Killing, Nan Yamang was immediately frightened to the point of death, and became as troublesome as garlic.
"Hmph" Palace Master Hu Ling glanced at Nan Yamang coldly with her beautiful eyes, snorted, then turned her body, and her eyes fell on Mo Zhiyao.
With a movement of her delicate body, the figure of Palace Master Ling appeared in front of Mo Zhiyao as if teleporting.
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Mo Zhiyao's expression changed slightly, and he was a little unsure about what the master of the Killing Palace had planned at this moment.
However, he looked at the former with bright eyes, showing no fear.
The jade tablet in the palm of the hand is still tightly held, ready to be crushed at any time.
"Where did you get the ring on your neck?"
Standing opposite Mo Zhiyao, Palace Master Luling was silent for a moment, and then asked.
There was actually a trace of unconcealable emotion in his voice.
"This" Mo Zhiyao was startled when he heard this.
He raised his hand and touched the ring hanging on his chest and neck, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
He didn't expect that Palace Master Hu Ling would ask him this question when he came up.
This ring of concealment was given to Mo Zhiyao by his master Yu Yao when he first entered Beiyuan, and was used to cover up the demonic energy on his body.
As Mo Zhiyao's cultivation level improved, this heaven-hiding ring could no longer cover up the fluctuations of demonic energy on his body, and was even shattered by him in a battle.
Later, it was Ning Jiuxiao who gave him a new ring to cover up the demonic energy on his body.
Although the ring was broken into pieces, Mo Zhiyao remembered that it was given by his master Yu Yao and couldn't bear to abandon it.
After finding someone to repair it, he connected it with a silk thread and wore it around his neck until now. .
"This ring was given to me by my master."
Looking at Palace Master Luling in front of him, Mo Zhiyao hesitated for a moment before speaking.
The ring itself did not involve some of his own secrets, so there was no harm in telling it, so Mo Zhiyao did not hide the former and spoke honestly.
"Your master gave it to you."
Hearing Mo Zhiyao's words, the expression in Palace Master Huling's eyes fluctuated more obviously.
Even with the gauze mask, it could still be seen that the expression on her face at this moment must be quite excited.
"You are a disciple of Nanyuan."
The next words of Palace Master Hu Ling made Mo Zhiyao's body tremble, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look of shock
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