Mo Zhiyao was shocked when the Fudo Dragon Staff was taken away.
The strength of Jiuhua Zun was so fierce that it completely crushed him.
The dragon stick couldn't be swung away, and the sarcasm in Jiuhua Zun's eyes became even more intense.
Immediately with two fingers, the violent divine power took the shape of a thread and landed on Mo Zhiyao's right shoulder as fast as lightning.
"Zhizhi" Sparks flew out, and Mo Zhiyao's body almost flew out sideways.
He stood still a hundred feet away, with his shoulders covered in blood and flesh.
If he hadn't been so strong and protected by the dragon and phoenix armor, the blow just now would have penetrated his shoulder.
But even so, the smaller half of his body was now so numb that he was almost unconscious.
"Not bad body."
Jiuhua Zun smiled solemnly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
If it were anyone else, one finger just now could destroy half of the opponent's body.
"However, I'll see if you can stop it this time."
Jiuhua Zunxu narrowed his eyes, and then flicked his fingers together.
"Godly Storm" The sound of cold shouts fell, and dozens of threaded silver lights burst out all over the sky like poisonous pythons coming out of their holes.
They shot out from the tips of Jiuhua Zun's ten fingers and drew extremely tricky arcs, overwhelming the sky and lightning towards Mo Zhiyao.
Shoot away, blocking all his escape routes.
"call out" Amidst the harsh sonic boom that filled the sky, the threaded silver light mercilessly penetrated Mo Zhiyao's vital organs.
However, when Jiuhua Zun saw this scene, there was no expression of surprise on his face.
The threaded silver light passed through the body without bringing up a trace of blood.
Mo Zhiyao's body gradually faded, and finally exploded with a "peng" sound and turned into nothingness.
That was just the clone left by Tian Mo Wu, not the real body.
"Hmph, there are quite a lot of tricks."
Jiuhua Zun's eyes turned cold and his face looked a little ugly.
With his eyesight, he didn't even see when Mo Zhiyao had condensed this clone.
"Um" Jiuhua Zun's expression changed, he turned around and looked up at the sky in the distance.
The space there was slightly turbulent, and a figure emerged, it was Mo Zhiyao.
Mo Zhiyao's face turned a little pale after using the Heavenly Demon Dance to escape Jiuhua Zun's fatal blow.
The situation just now was a critical one, and being able to escape from it was partly a matter of luck.
Staring at Jiuhua Zun across from him with scarlet eyes, Mo Zhiyao took a deep breath, and then his eyes became sharp and fierce.
His hands suddenly formed seals, and the void behind Mo Zhiyao suddenly became distorted.
Faintly, the majestic demonic power turned into a vast ocean, and a violent fluctuation of spiritual power roared up like a hurricane.
As the overwhelming demonic energy swept across, the ocean of demonic spirits rolled endlessly, and waves of spiritual energy rose into the sky like a tsunami.
Within that, there was a monstrous violence and killing.
The ink-like sea of demon spirits, turbulent and howling, rendered the entire world dark, filled with a palpitating and cold smell.
Mo Zhiyao stepped on the sea of demon spirits, and the long hair on the back of his head turned into silvery white, dancing wildly in the wind.
A pair of blood pupils shone with an icy cold light.
An emperor's domineering aura permeated from his body.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao in this form, the eyes of Jiuhua Zun and Bahua Zun shrank severely.
At this moment, the souls in their bodies seemed to tremble, and an invisible suppression made them have the urge to crawl at Mo Zhiyao's feet.
That kind of oppression has nothing to do with cultivation strength, it is entirely the spiritual oppression of the inferior by the superior.
Mo Zhiyao, who possesses the heart of the Demonic Origin Ancestor, has the dual identity of the Human Ancestor Demonic Emperor.
This kind of suppression from the superior is even more obvious.
"Have you grown to this point?"
Jiuhua Zun tried his best to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and his eyes became more terrifying.
"In this case, nothing I say today can keep you alive."
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After the words fell, the silver light flickered, and Jiuhua Zun rushed towards Mo Zhiyao.
Looking at Jiuhua Zun, who was rushing towards him, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and then he stomped his feet heavily, and the sea of demon spirits under him suddenly rose into the sky with a monstrous light.
Thousands of feet of light shone in the sky, and the temperature in this world suddenly rose sharply.
In the dim light, eight rounds of black magic sun rose into the air from the sea of demon spirits.
Nine Tribulations Demonic Yang, Eight Yangs Open Mo Zhiyao's cultivation has now been promoted to the eighth level of heavenly calamity, and the power of the Demon Yang has also been upgraded to the eighth level.
However, Mo Zhiyao was now extremely reluctant to use the power of the Eight Yangs, which could be said to be beyond his endurance limit.
The power of the Demonic Sun is extremely violent.
When used, it not only requires Mo Zhiyao to have sufficient spiritual power in his body, but also requires his physical body to be intact.
Otherwise, it will be extremely easy to backfire on yourself.
Now, Mo Zhiyao's spiritual power was not only weak, but his physical body was also severely damaged.
It is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing to use the Nine Tribulations Demonic Yang in this state, and even the power of the Eight Yangs that has reached his current limit.
If one cannot control his attack, he will end up in a miserable state before he can injure the enemy.
Unfortunately, now he has been cornered by two Hua Zun and has no choice.
Eight rounds of magic sun are suspended behind him, and each round of magic sun contains terrifying and terrifying power.
A violent and vast spiritual power fluctuation also spreads in it.
The space in that place was being violently distorted at the moment.
"Lao Jiu takes action immediately" A loud shout rang out, and Bahua Zun, who had been watching the battle coldly, suddenly spoke out.
From those eight rounds of demonic sun, he sensed an almost destructive smell.
In fact, he didn't need to remind him at all.
Jiuhua Zun had stopped procrastinating and put away his previous joking attitude.
At the same time, I secretly regretted that if I had known that Mo Zhiyao's desperate counterattack would be so terrifying, I should have killed him with thunder just now.
Now, it has become tricky.
Now that there is no use regretting, Jiuhua Zun's eyes towards Mo Zhiyao became extremely ferocious, and his hands quickly formed seals in front of him.
And as the seal technique changed, bright red blood appeared on Jiuhua Zun's silver-gleaming hands.
As the fingerprints flew, blood lines remained in the void.
At the same time, a monstrous aura spread out, as if returning to ancient times.
"The Fierce Code of the God, the Bloody Fist of the Fierce God" The killing intent in Jiuhua Zun's eyes almost solidified, and the fierce aura spurted out from his body.
The blood-colored light covered the sky, almost covering half of the sky.
Immediately, he punched out boldly "roar" As Jiuhua Zun punched out, it seemed as if there was an ancient beast roaring up to the sky.
The red rainbow light turned into a rolling torrent, crushing the void and sweeping towards Mo Zhiyao.
The terrible evil spirit seems to swallow up the sky and the earth Jiuhua Zun's punch did not hold anything back.
Even the top-grade Nine Tribulations experts would have perished on the spot.
Mo Zhiyao stood above the vast sea of demons, with the terrifying torrent of blood reflected in his scarlet eyes.
The clothes on his body were blown by the strong wind.
"bring it on.."
A low murmur came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth.
He slowly spread his hands and raised them flat on both sides of his body.
The eight black suns suspended above the sea of demon spirits behind him instantly turned into rolling lava and flowed down.
Occupying the whole body.
"Nine Tribulations Demonic Yang, the Power of the Eight Yangs, the Ultimate Demonic Weapon Form, the Sky-Opening Demonic Axe" The torrent of black magma transformed by the eight magic suns quickly intertwined and merged in front of Mo Zhiyao, and finally seemed to turn into substance.
The monstrous black light shone for thousands of meters, and finally condensed into a huge black axe.
The giant ax was covered with ancient and mysterious patterns.
The evil energy rising into the sky tore apart the clouds above, and the faint light burst out, even covering the entire sky.
With his silver hair dancing wildly on the back of his head, and blood shining in his eyes, Mo Zhiyao held his arms in a false embrace, and then swung them down fiercely.
"Woo" The low roar of the wind replaced all the sounds in this world, and the Sky-Opening Demon Ax turned into a ray of light and slashed down with force.
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At that moment, the whole world seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the empty space split into two pieces as the faint light passed by.
This ax breaks the world "Shua" There was no earth-shattering sound of spiritual energy clashing, everything was almost peaceful.
But under that kind of calmness, the terrifying power of Ghost and God Piyi burst out.
When the dim light transformed by the Sky-Opening Demon Ax passed by, the red torrent quietly collapsed and turned into little bits of blood floating around.
Jiuhua Zun's full blow was simply too fragile to be struck by the Demonic Axe.
"What" Jiuhua Zun's expression suddenly changed drastically at this moment.
In his eyes, there was a look of horror that was difficult to conceal.
The scene before him was unbelievable to him.
A blow that he put all his strength into was broken so easily by Mo Zhiyao.
And at the same time, he could feel that a fatal crisis was suddenly approaching.
"not good" Seeing the ghostly glow of the magic ax that even broke the sky, the skin all over Jiuhua Zun's body became tense.
Facing Mo Zhiyao's Sky-Opening Ax, which incorporated the power of the Eight Yangs, he clearly felt the horror in it.
Jiuhua Zun has a feeling that if he cannot block this blow, he will be the one who dies today.
"bastard" Jiuhua Zun roared, summoning all the strength in his body, and the bloody evil energy burst out from his body, and finally bombarded the ghostly light of the magic ax overwhelmingly.
"Zi Zi" This time, facing the attack from Jiu Hua Zun who was trying his best, the Heaven-Opening Demonic Ax Youmang never achieved the same destructive momentum as before.
The two collided fiercely, and the terrifying red light spread like a storm, shattering the earth and twisting the void.
However, in the face of Youmang's slashing attack, Red Light showed an obvious invincibility and dissipated at an alarming speed.
"Pfft" A mouthful of blood glowing with silver light spurted out from the mouth of Jiuhua Zun, whose expression changed drastically.
The majestic fluctuations of divine power around him also became much weaker.
As he retreated violently, he looked at the ghostly light of the magic ax that, although it had shrunk a lot, was still full of terrifying power, rushing toward him amidst the sharp magic whistle, Jiuhua Zun's eyes were filled with emotion. , a look of fear emerged for the first time
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