The low noise spread like a tide in the space outside this sea of death and fire.
Countless looks with different expressions were all focused on Mo Zhiyao at this moment.
"Hey, that Leng Jiuming is not a good person.
It is said that he already has the strength to trigger the ninth level of heavenly calamity.
Moreover, his quality of heavenly calamity is 80% top grade.
This kind of strength cannot be matched by the nine-level calamity expert.
They can all fight.”
"No, it's really exciting this time.
Leng Jiuming is obviously standing up for his eldest brother.
Mo Zhiyao's strength seems to be that of the Seventh Heavenly Tribulation.
Against Leng Jiuming, I don't know the outcome."
Mo Zhiyao's breakthrough was at the front end of time, so no one knew about it.
Coupled with his own characteristics, if he didn't take action, others would not be able to tell the depth of his cultivation, so he made such a guess.
"I think Mo Zhiyao may not be able to get away with it this time.
That Leng Jiuming once killed four Eight Tribulations experts at the same level as him."
"Yes.
Let me see, Leng Jiuming's real strength is not much worse than Zhou Lin.
Mo Zhiyao is no match for him." "."
There were whispers all around, and many people's eyes were becoming more exciting, and at the same time they were gloating about the misfortune.
That day, during the battle at Sunset Valley, all the combatants were killed by Mo Zhiyao.
Although except for the old monster from Snow Mountain and the others, all the others escaped from the Yuanshen.
But with the body of a soul, how dare you wander around in this crisis-ridden Demonic Burial Field of the Gods?
So these escaped souls each found a secret place to hide, and carefully restored their physical bodies.
Therefore, there was no news about the battle that day.
Otherwise, I am afraid no one in the field will be optimistic about Leng Jiuming anymore.
In the front position, the green eyes were wrapped in a black robe, with only half of the cheek exposed.
His cold gaze fell on Mo Zhiyao through the robe, and then turned back at the touch.
In the other direction, Deng Ku, who was like a dead tree, glanced at Mo Zhiyao lightly, and then turned away with eyes as steady as dead water.
Different from the two of them, Xuanhua, Su Xinghuan and others looked over with interest, as if they were watching a good show.
As for Zhou Lin, his eyes were still so dull, but after looking over, he didn't look away.
Under the gazes of those with different expressions, Mo Zhiyao's face remained calm and indifferent.
He raised his eyes and looked at Leng Jiuming and said calmly: "Something's wrong."
Such an attitude and tone immediately made the faces of many people present become wonderful.
They all say that Mo Zhiyao is arrogant, but today we can see it clearly.
In this area, there are no more than two hands who dare to speak to Leng Jiuming in this tone.
Ahead, Leng Jiuming heard Mo Zhiyao's words, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but under that smile, there was a cold and cold smell.
"It's true that I have something to ask you about."
Leng Jiuming looked at Mo Zhiyao and said with a serious smile.
"You injured my elder brother.
I think it would be better for you to give me an explanation for this matter."
"You might as well tell me what you plan to explain."
Mo Zhiyao grinned, but his bright white teeth looked a bit heart-shaking.
"It's very simple."
Leng Jiuming smiled, flicked his slender fingers, and then said lightly.
"Keep all the treasures on your body, then abandon your cultivation, and I will spare your life."
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Hearing this, Mo Zhiyao's expression remained unchanged, but the expressions of Long Zhan and Qing Xin behind him suddenly became ugly.
Especially Long Zhan, with a pair of big eyes that had begun to have a fierce aura.
Smiling softly, Mo Zhiyao looked at Leng Jiuming, his eyes becoming particularly sharp in the next moment.
"One word for you, get out" A cold voice, accompanied by this byte, came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, and then echoed in the area.
The expressions of countless people changed at this moment.
They did not expect that facing Leng Jiuming, Mo Zhiyao would be so domineering despite the former's strength.
At least in this God's Burial Demon Plain, few people dared to talk to him like this.
Where did this guy get such courage?
At this moment, the expression on Leng Jiuchen's face was first stunned, and then sarcastic.
His eyes were filled with pity.
He naturally knows everything about his brother's strength.
Moreover, he also knew that Leng Jiuming's temper was more cruel than others.
It's just that this is something you can't usually see.
"It's really a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die."
Ahead, Leng Jiuming heard Mo Zhiyao's words, and the smile on his face slowly faded away.
At the same time, a heart-stopping cold murderous intention slowly filled the air from his body.
"Okay.
If that's the case, then you can go die."
As the words fell, terrifying cold air suddenly surged out of Leng Jiuming's body, and the space in front of him froze.
As the cold wind roared, the blue cold current swept directly towards Mo Zhiyao on the opposite side like a horse.
Moreover, in the cold current, everyone could see that there was a trace of metallic luster shining.
That is, the power of the golden spirit Leng Jiuming, like Leng Jiuchen, can cultivate two different attributes of spiritual power at the same time.
However, his second spiritual power is metallic.
In comparison, he is obviously more terrifying and domineering than Leng Jiuchen.
The ice-gold cold current was extremely overbearing and fierce.
Wherever it passed, it seemed that even the death energy between heaven and earth was frozen, and then torn into pieces.
The billowing death energy was shaken around by the impact of this training, and the sound was terrifying.
The surrounding teams, except for a few people, all retreated towards the rear, with fear and fear on their faces.
This Leng Jiuming's strength is really fierce.
With a casual blow, even a strong man from the Seven Tribulations will be seriously injured immediately.
When he saw Leng Jiuming disagreeing with him, he took action directly.
Qing Xin's pretty face, who was standing behind Mo Zhiyao, suddenly changed color, and Long Zhan's eyes instantly turned cold.
There was a violent look on his little face.
Golden light, mixed with monstrous spiritual power fluctuations, surged out like an angry wave, and he was about to rush out as soon as his body moved.
Long Zhan's temperament was exactly the same as Mo Zhiyao's, extremely bellicose.
Although his cultivation strength was far inferior to that of Leng Jiu Ming, because he had Mo Zhiyao by his side, he had no worries at all.
In addition, he had just made a breakthrough in cultivation, and his fighting spirit was surging, so he decided to give it a try.
However, before Long Zhan could take action, Mo Zhiyao, who was standing in front of him, disappeared in a flash.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the ice-gold cold current.
Leng Jiuming was extremely powerful, and Mo Zhiyao obviously didn't want to see Long Zhan involved in danger, so he didn't give the latter a chance to take action and stepped forward directly.
Standing in the air, facing such a fierce blow from Leng Jiuming, Mo Zhiyao had no spiritual energy running around his body.
He looked as if he had given up all resistance.
"court death" Seeing Mo Zhiyao coming forward but not using any spiritual power, many people in the field couldn't help but shake their heads.
Leng Jiuchen had a sarcastic look on his face and disdain in his eyes, obviously thinking that Mo Zhiyao was seeking his own death by being so trusting.
Looking at Mo Zhiyao reacting like this, a fleeting look of confusion flashed across Leng Jiuming's face, and then he sneered, with a cold light passing in his eyes.
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This blow seemed random, but Leng Jiuming himself knew it well, and it contained nearly 70% of his power.
This blow is enough to kill any strong man below seven tribulations.
This move could seriously injure Mo Zhiyao on the spot for the last time.
The cold air swept over him, and the biting cold wind blew Mo Zhiyao's clothes tightly around his body, and his hair on the back of his head flew in the wind.
Mo Zhiyao's face was expressionless, and the ice-gold cold current reflected in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger.
The next moment, his squinted eyes suddenly widened, with brilliant light flowing inside them, and faintly, the shadow of a dragon and phoenix appeared in his pupils.
The palms of his hands clenched suddenly, and as golden-red light shone, explosive power burst out from Mo Zhiyao's body.
A punch, seemingly slow but actually powerful, shot straight out "Bang" The low clashing sound was like the roar of thunder, rolling across the sky.
The violent ripples of power directly blasted the ice-gold cold current into nothingness.
Then in the turmoil, the golden cold energy was completely wiped away.
"What"
The sound of exclamation sounded from the crowd after a short silence.
Countless eyes staring at this place became extremely horrified.
No one expected that such a sharp blow from Leng Jiuming would be blasted away by Mo Zhiyao so easily.
What's even more touching is that in this punch, Mo Zhiyao did not use any spiritual power at all, relying entirely on his physical strength.
Although Leng Jiuming's blow was aimed at Mo Zhiyao.
But everyone present is a top expert with extraordinary strength, and their eyesight is also quite vicious.
It can be said that no more than 30% of the people in the field can take Leng Jiuming's blow.
But now, Mo Zhiyao only relied on the power of his body to break it without any damage.
How strong is this guy's body?
Seeing that his attack was easily broken by Mo Zhiyao, Leng Jiuming's expression slowly darkened, and in his eyes, besides the coldness, there was also a hint of shock.
Obviously, he was also extremely surprised by the former's strength.
"Haha, I really didn't realize that you are quite capable."
Leng Jiuming's face was gloomy.
He looked at Mo Zhiyao and smiled lightly, with a hint of ferocity in his smile.
"Good physical strength, but this is not good news for you.
Because, you will have to suffer more because of it."
"Really?"
Mo Zhiyao raised his eyes, looked at Leng Jiuming opposite and smiled solemnly.
"What a coincidence, I thought so too
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