Sitting cross-legged on the alchemy cauldron, Mo Zhiyao's eyes became fiery.
At this moment, his whole body was still surrounded by transparent spiritual fire.
However, for Mo Zhiyao, who has successfully survived the third heavenly tribulation, these five transparent spiritual fires no longer have the power to refine his body, and the burning of his body is no longer painful for Mo Zhiyao.
Not itchy.
"Pa" Mo Zhiyao's palms simultaneously landed on the alchemy cauldron beneath him.
Immediately, two more transparent spiritual fires sprang out from the two square holes on the cauldron and merged into the fire ball above. .
"hiss" Mo Zhiyao's face immediately turned pale as the two spiritual fires poured into him.
Severe pain swept over him instantly like a tide, spreading all over his body and limbs.
Each time these spiritual fires are added, the power contained in them increases exponentially.
That kind of burning power seems to be able to annihilate the world and turn everything into nothingness.
"Giggle" The sound of gritting teeth came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, his fists were clenched, and veins stretched along the skin of his body, like a horned dragon.
"Are the seven spiritual fires already so terrifying?"
Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed, but there was a look of tenacity on his face.
"But this is not my end" Mo Zhiyao had a look of anger in his eyes, and then without hesitation, his palm fell hard again and slapped on the alchemy cauldron under him.
"Bang" The moment Mo Zhiyao's palms fell, a transparent fire snake suddenly jumped out from above the cauldron.
And cracks suddenly exploded on Mo Zhiyao's body.
Bright red blood spurted out like a heavy rain.
But before they could disperse, they were burned away by the transparent flames.
Mo Zhiyao's body suddenly trembled violently.
He could feel that his body seemed to be ruthlessly torn apart at this moment.
This level of flames even caused his now tyrannical body to burn.
Unbearable.
"Owner" The sound of exclamations sounded one after another.
Kong Ling and others were shocked and jumped up one after another, came to the area around the alchemy cauldron, and looked worriedly at Mo Zhiyao who was wrapped in blazing spiritual fire.
"Do... your own thing."
Intermittent hoarse sounds came from the transparent spiritual fire.
That kind of sound made Kong Ling and the others clenched their hands.
They could not imagine how much pain Mo Zhiyao was suffering at this moment.
Kong Ling's beautiful eyes stared intently at the young figure sitting cross-legged in the flames.
The knuckles of her clenched jade hands became extremely pale, and shallow veins appeared on the back of the hands.
Others only saw Mo Zhiyao's unparalleled fighting prowess and his scornful attitude as he stood in front of others and looked down upon the heroes.
But a few people know that behind that kind of scenery, Mo Zhiyao paid a price that ordinary people can't even imagine.
There are no shortcuts on the road to becoming a strong person.
Every step must be taken by oneself, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, even if you are bruised and bruised.
Without extraordinary efforts, there will be no amazing gains.
"Everyone go back and practice with peace of mind.
If by that time, anyone delays the master's tribulation, don't blame me, Kong Ling, for not respecting the love between sisters and brothers."
Kong Ling's delicate body turned, and he took the lead to return to his seat and sit down, while speaking with a cold voice echoing in this space.
After hearing this, Shui Linglong and others were silent for a moment, then silently turned around and returned to their positions.
Now, the only thing they can do to help Mo Zhiyao is to cultivate their own state to a perfect state, and then overcome the tribulation with him.
In the spiritual fire, Mo Zhiyao's body was trembling and looked shaky.
On the body, there were horrifying cracks crisscrossing the body, and as soon as the blood gushes out, it is instantly burned away.
In his flesh and blood, golden light flickered from time to time, which was emitted from the bones in his body.
At this moment, the bones in Mo Zhiyao's body were infinitely close to Kun Ling's skeleton back then.
You know, that kind of intensity can only be possessed after one has advanced to the ancient realm.
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It is simply unbelievable that Mo Zhiyao, with his cultivation in the Three Tribulations realm, can increase the strength of his physical body to that level.
“Not enough” There was a crazy color shining in Mo Zhiyao's eyes that were completely filled with bloodshot eyes.
His eyes were now fixed on the last hole in Ding's body.
"There is one last step."
Mo Zhiyao's expression became extremely ferocious at this time.
Then his arm, which was covered with cracks and distorted by the transparent spiritual fire, slowly lifted up.
The speed of raising his arm was extremely slow, but even this small movement made Mo Zhiyao miserable.
Mo Zhiyao's vision gradually became blurred, and he had a feeling that if his palm fell and triggered the last transparent spiritual fire, his body would probably be unable to bear it and be burned into nothingness.
"Do you want to give up?"
The moment this idea arose in Mo Zhiyao's mind, it grew like a weed.
Ants are still greedy for life, how can Mo Zhiyao not be afraid of death?
A series of past events from his boyhood appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind at this moment.
His biological mother died young, and he was raised by his father.
However, it was because of his useless talent at that time that his father could not hold his head high in the clan, and he had to endure so many looks and ridicules for himself.
In order to be able to condense the human pattern, his father Mo Cang, as an elder, has been out fighting for many years.
All he did was hope to have an opportunity and obtain the elixir that would allow him to condense the human pattern.
In the end, he was targeted by Kuizong and died young.
"Dad" a low, unheard murmur came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, and a dazzling light gradually gathered quietly in his bloodshot eyes.
My father died young because he was not strong enough.
If he could condense the human pattern back then and be as dazzling as Mo Haoming, how could his father be able to fight abroad for years as an elder?
Now, with the heart of the demon ancestral heart, the hope of the human and demon worlds is shouldered on his shoulders.
If he is not strong enough, the God Emperor will rule over the three realms and include the human world into his territory.
The situation is like the devil's world, and all life is in ruins.
"I want to become stronger" Mo Zhiyao's bloodshot eyes opened wide, and there was no trace of hesitation in his eyes.
The road to becoming strong is inherently difficult.
If you give up lightly, how can you stand at the pinnacle of the three realms?
"Pa" Mo Zhiyao's raised palm landed directly on the alchemy cauldron without any hesitation at this moment.
"boom" A transparent fire snake jumped out from the last hole, and the transparent flame covering Mo Zhiyao's figure directly turned into a pillar of flame, rising into the sky This pillar of flame did not penetrate the spiritual light shield above, but hit the center above it.
In the fire pillar, the transparent spiritual fire was no longer in a flame-like state, but in a liquid state.
And Mo Zhiyao's body rose into the air, suspended in mid-air.
On the body, cracks suddenly expanded, pushing Mo Zhiyao's already dilapidated body to the point where it was about to explode.
The severe pain hit him crazily, almost annihilating Mo Zhiyao's consciousness.
But he raised his head and let out a crazy roar toward the sky There is endless unyielding meaning in the roar.
"I, Mo Zhiyao, want to rule the top of the three realms and become the master of all ages."
And at this moment, a bright spiritual light burst out from the center of Mo Zhiyao's heart.
His body actually became transparent.
The ferocious cracks have actually stabilized and are no longer expanding.
Instead, they show signs of shrinking.
"Dong dong dong dong"
A low voice came from Mo Zhiyao's heart.
It was the Demonic Ancestral Heart, which was inexplicably stirring according to a certain rhythm.
That kind of sound reached the ears of Kong Ling and the nine people below, causing their bodies to tremble immediately, but it also gave them a sense of enlightenment and clarity.
In the fire pillar, the transparent liquid flame began to surge towards Mo Zhiyao's body.
And because his body was almost transparent at the moment, it could be seen that the liquid flames turned into pieces of golden light after entering Mo Zhiyao's body.
Those golden light spots were attached to his flesh and bones.
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Gradually, Mo Zhiyao's body became as if it were made of gold, filled with a sense of indestructibility.
Seeing this scene, the worries in the eyes of Kong Ling and others below also turned into horror, and then they slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they didn't know what this scene meant, they knew that at this moment, Mo Zhiyao had overcome the crisis and his cultivation was on the right track.
Then, Kong Ling and the others closed their eyes again, immersed in the wonderful feeling of enlightenment.
They had a feeling that this wonderful feeling was something they could never find.
If it weren't for Mo Zhiyao, they might never be able to come into contact with it in their lifetime.
And this feeling can make them reborn, like a new life.
Outside the lotus platform, close to the ten alchemy platforms, there are several figures standing proudly at this moment.
The person standing at the front of the crowd was a young man with a handsome face, wearing a green robe.
On the green robe, there were golden thunder and lightning patterns emerging.
A strong sense of oppression spread from the person's body, causing the surrounding space to show signs of instability.
He raised his eyes and saw that this person's face was very familiar.
To his surprise, it was Fang Xuan.
Looking at an alchemy platform in front of him, Fang Xuan's eyes flashed with cold and cold light, and traces of murderous intent flowed around him, causing the temperature in this space to suddenly drop.
"Mo Zhiyao, you've given me a hard time finding me.
This time, I'll see how you can escape.
Those ancient bones and the Shen Yun Dan on your body have to be handed over to me."
Fang Xuan's eyes at this moment were full of greed and passion.
And the fluctuations of spiritual power surrounding his body were shockingly in the realm of six calamities: