Dragon and phoenix light patterns spread down Mo Zhiyao's arms.
The dragon claws of the left fist cover it, and the phoenix claws of the right fist fit together.
The fists carrying powerful power exploded the air, and then struck Leng Jiuming's chest like lightning.
Leng Jiuming's face was ashen as he was retreating violently.
He could feel the terrifying power contained in Mo Zhiyao's fists.
The oppressive feeling exuded by that kind of power made his breathing stagnate.
Looking at Mo Zhiyao who was already approaching, Leng Jiuming's eyes burst out with a flash of madness.
He suppressed the chaotic blood and energy in his body, exhausted all his spiritual power, and shook his hands fiercely, holding a golden fist.
The dark blue ice blade with veins suddenly condensed into shape.
Then he chopped off Mo Zhiyao's head.
"If you want me to die, you have to be buried with me."
Seeing Leng Jiuming launching a desperate counterattack, Mo Zhiyao's expression became more ferocious.
The fierce light in his eyes flashed, and his fists shot straight out "If you want me to be buried with you, you must be qualified."
A pair of huge phoenix wings were raised behind Mo Zhiyao, crossing in front of him to protect him, blocking the knife that Leng Jiuming wanted to kill both of them, and then the dragon and phoenix fists hit his chest mercilessly.
"Boom" a low bombardment sounded, and the entire space seemed to tremble.
A look of fear and despair emerged in Leng Jiuming's eyes.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the fists hitting his chest in disbelief.
He could feel that the vitality in his body was rapidly leaving his body as the fists fell.
"Pfft" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Leng Jiuming's mouth, and then, amid a series of muffled sounds, fist-sized blood holes exploded on his body.
Pieces of blood mist burst out from it, dyeing the sky in that area crimson.
"No, me, how could I die in your hands."
Leng Jiuming fell on his back, his body falling from the sky.
There was still a look of reluctance and fear in his eyes.
"Bang" His body suddenly exploded before it hit the ground.
Flesh, flesh, and spirit were all blasted away by Mo Zhiyao.
Everyone around was staring at this scene in stunned silence.
The expression on Leng Jiuchen's face had long since solidified, and even his body had stiffened.
He couldn't believe that Leng Jiuming, who had the strength of Nine Tribulations, would be killed by Mo Zhiyao on the spot.
After a long time, in the square of deathly silence, many powerful men came to their senses one after another.
He immediately took a breath of air and looked at the figure standing proudly in the air with dull eyes, his heart filled with horror like an angry wave.
No one expected that Leng Jiuming, who had been promoted to the realm of Nine Tribulations, would still be defeated by Mo Zhiyao after using his strongest cards and methods, and ended up with a tragic end, with no body intact and both body and spirit destroyed.
There was a hint of fear in the many eyes looking at Mo Zhiyao.
This was the awe of the weak towards the strong.
This battle established Mo Zhiyao's illustrious reputation.
Leng Jiuming, at the cost of his life, became Mo Zhiyao's whetstone and stepping stone.
"tread" Leng Jiuchen's body trembled and he took a step back.
And when he saw Mo Zhiyao standing in the air and looking over with cold eyes, his trembling reached the extreme.
Then, the blood drained from his face, and panic welled up in his eyes.
Then, he turned around and ran away desperately towards the distance.
He looked like he was scared to death.
Looking at Leng Jiuchen escaping, Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes, but did not pursue him.
He also saw that Leng Jiuchen had lost his mind.
Not only would it be difficult for him to improve his cultivation in the future, but he would also most likely plummet significantly.
This was no longer a danger.
"Shua" Just when the whole audience was shocked by Mo Zhiyao's heaven-defying fighting power, Long Zhan and Qing Xin rushed over and landed beside him.
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"Zhiyao, how are you?"
Qingxin looked at Mo Zhiyao with a worried look on her pretty face and asked in a low voice.
Although the latter successfully killed Leng Jiuming, he obviously paid a high price.
At this moment, the aura around him was fluctuating, and he seemed quite sluggish.
"It's okay, it took a lot of energy."
Mo Zhiyao shook his head slightly, indicating to the two that he was fine.
Then, his eyes fell on the Chaos God Statue in front of him, and his eyes instantly became hot.
"Dad, why don't you take a rest first?"
Long Zhan said quickly while scanning the audience with vigilant eyes.
Now that Mo Zhiyao is in a sluggish state, there is no guarantee that someone will not take advantage of the opportunity and reap the benefits.
However, Long Zhan was obviously overly worried.
The people in the field looked at Mo Zhiyao with deep fear in their eyes.
The shocking combat power that the latter unleashed in this battle prevented them from even thinking about it.
Although this killing god is in poor condition, who knows if he has other trump cards.
If it does happen, rushing up to it will lead to death.
"No, let's get the Chaos Essence and Blood first."
Mo Zhiyao waved his hand towards Long Zhan.
After finally killing Leng Jiuming, it would be better to get the Chaos Essence and Blood first to avoid anything going wrong.
You will regret it then.
After finishing speaking, Mo Zhiyao led Long Zhan and Qingxin through the air and landed in front of the Chaos God Statue.
Seeing this scene, a few of the people around them had their eyes flickering slightly, but after thinking about it, they made no move.
Looking at the Chaos God Statue, which was nearly a hundred times larger than himself, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were fiery, but at the same time, he felt uneasy in his heart.
Long Zhan once said that this god was buried in the magic platform and suppressed a big shot.
But he couldn't tell who this so-called big shot was.
It is even impossible to tell whether he is a person from the God Realm or a Demon Realm.
Now it seems that these four statues of divine beasts should be the suppressive seals here.
If the essence and blood of the divine beast are taken out, the seal of the God Burial Demon Table will be released.
When the time comes, that big shot will definitely get out of trouble.
Although he didn't know the true identity of the big man, Mo Zhiyao always had a feeling in his heart.
It seems that there is some kind of relationship between the latter and Shenzong.
Maybe the two Huazuns from Shenzong were lurking in the Western Abyss just for this reason.
Thinking of the two Huazuns from the Shenzong, Mo Zhiyao's heart suddenly tightened.
Until now, the two Hua Zun have not appeared.
Could it be that they really only sent the three Li Fei people into the God Burial Demon Plain to snipe and kill them?
Looking across the three battlefields in the distance, Mo Zhiyao frowned.
Now, even if he doesn't do anything, after the six people decide the winner, they will inevitably take out the blood essence from the statue.
In this way, even if the seal is not completely released, it will be loosened.
The big man and the other strong men suppressing him will also get out of trouble.
Mo Zhiyao killed Leng Jiuming and took possession of the chaos essence and blood, but nothing happened to the others.
But if Zhou Lin and others are stopped, it will inevitably cause everyone's backlash.
When the time comes, he will be the target of public criticism and will be unable to change the development of things.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhiyao suppressed the emotions in his heart and his eyes became firm.
There is no other reason.
One is that he cannot change the situation in front of him, and the other is because of the Demonic Origin Ancestral Heart.
Since Demon Yuan Zuxin allowed himself to obtain chaos essence and blood, there must be a reason.
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Mo Yuanzu's heart coexists with Mo Zhiyao, how can he harm him?
With this thought, Mo Zhiyao stepped forward to the front of the Chaos Statue without any hesitation.
Standing in front of the Chaos God Statue, Mo Zhiyao's expression became extremely solemn.
He could feel that there was a prehistoric aura from ancient times permeating the statue.
That kind of aura fluctuates, is ancient and vicissitudes of life, and carries an unspeakable sense of oppression.
The oppressive feeling is like a god looking down on the mortal world, which is awe-inspiring.
This is the pressure of the ancient divine beast Chaos.
Although what was in front of him was just a statue containing the essence and blood of chaos, the pressure still made Mo Zhiyao's heart tremble.
It's hard to imagine that if it were its true form, that kind of coercion would probably make the world tremble.
Gathering his mind, Mo Zhiyao had no two thoughts.
Then, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a mouthful of life essence blood containing the power of the soul spurted out from his mouth and splashed on the statue.
Immediately, Mo Zhiyao stretched out his palm and pressed it slowly.
The moment Mo Zhiyao's palm touched the Chaos Statue, a bright aura suddenly burst out from the Chaos Statue's body.
The spiritual light gathered, and then turned into a huge spiritual light pillar of a hundred feet, soaring straight into the sky, visible for thousands of miles.
At the same time, a strange fluctuation spread out from the chaotic statue, making the soul in Mo Zhiyao's body tremble.
Shouts of exclamation sounded one after another in the square behind, and fiery and shocking gazes gathered in an instant.
In front of the statue, Mo Zhiyao raised his eyes and his pupils suddenly tightened.
Because there was a black halo flashing in the mouth of the Chaos Statue, and then slowly spinning like a black hole.
An irresistible force suddenly emitted from the black hole, causing De Mo Zhiyao's body to rise into the air involuntarily, and then suspended in front of the chaotic maw.
Mo Zhiyao did not turn pale because of this.
His eyes were fixed on the rotating black hole ahead.
There, there seemed to be a little spiritual light, looming.
And at this moment, in the distance, almost in no particular order, there were three equally huge light pillars rising into the sky.
The mighty ancient coercion permeated the entire place, enveloping the Gods and Demons Burial Platform.
Mo Zhiyao looked around and saw that the winners and losers had already been determined in the three battlefields at this moment.
The winners are Zhou Lin, Bi Tong and Mu Huang.
Mo Zhiyao was not surprised that Zhou Lin could win.
Although Su Xinghuan's big puppet technique is weird, it is still heretical after all.
Facing Zhou Lin, who has Qilin bloodline and has reached the Nine Tribulations realm, defeat is understandable.
Mo Zhiyao was a little surprised that Bi Tong and Mu Huang could win.
After all, both of them ranked lower than their opponents, Xuanhua and Deng Ku, on the list of gods and demons.
Sure enough, although the gold content of this list of gods and demons is high, its accuracy is highly questionable.
Mo Zhiyao actually didn't care who had the last laugh on other battlefields.
After scanning it, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the huge mouth of the black hole in front of him.
Because at this moment, deep in the black hole, that little spiritual light has gradually become larger and clearer.
It was a black blood mass that seemed to have the spirit of life, emerging from it.
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