Looking at Kun Ling, who had a pretty cold face and an explosive aura across from him, Zi Yao's eyes became extremely gloomy, and he stared at the former with eyes glowing with strange purple light.
The tip of his scarlet tongue licked his lips, and then he smiled suddenly.
I, Zi Yao, are different from the past.
Today, I will trample you, the proud daughter of heaven, under my feet on this battle star stage in front of everyone.
The purple demon stomped the ground with its soles, and the violent purple spiritual power turned into the shape of flames, roaring out like a sea of fire, sweeping across the world.
Because of his bloodline, the purple demon's spiritual power has mutated.
The fire-attribute spiritual power contains a strange power, paralysis.
This paralysis ability not only targets the opponent's physical body, but also includes the opponent's spiritual power.
It can cause the opponent's spiritual power to become obscured and stagnant during operation, resulting in a significant drop in combat effectiveness.
It is precisely because of his mutated fire spirit power that he has become famous among the younger generation of Xingxiu Palace, outperforming the others, and thus gaining the favor of the Pojun Palace Master.
Since then, his status has skyrocketed, he has obtained a large amount of training resources, and he has broken through to the middle ancient period at a young age.
Feeling the heavy pressure from the purple demon's violent aura, Kun Ling's face became particularly solemn.
After ten years of not seeing each other, this guy has really undergone earth-shaking changes.
The red lips pursed slightly, Kun Ling's bright eyes suddenly sharpened, and his jade hands suddenly thrust out, and the dark blue spiritual power turned into sharp wind blades that ripped apart the heaven and the earth, sweeping towards the purple demon overwhelmingly.
At that moment, the light in this space became dim.
"Little tricks" The purple demon sneered, waved his hand, and the purple flames that covered the sky rose into the sky like a tsunami, and collided heavily with the wind blades all over the sky.
In an instant, the terrifying spiritual shock wave spread suddenly, making the sky dark and the earth dark, and the space turbulent.
The two geniuses officially collided.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly narrowed as he saw the two people taking action without even saying a word of nonsense.
Even with his eyesight, he couldn't make any judgment about the final outcome of this battle.
Kun Ling evolved into the ancient divine beast Kun Peng, while Zi Yao's cultivation reached the middle stage of ancient times.
Both of them have their own advantages.
In a short period of time, no one in the field dares to say who can win the final victory.
"Brother Mo, how about we start?"
Zhou Lin looked back at the opposite side, then looked at Mo Zhiyao, smiled gently, and said.
Turning his head, Mo Zhiyao looked at Zhou Lin and nodded.
"Please enlighten me."
Zhou Lin could see that Kun Ling was not his opponent, and how could Mo Zhiyao not see that otherwise, he would not have chosen to fight the former.
What Mo Zhiyao can do now is not to worry about Kun Ling, but to deal with Zhou Lin for her.
Otherwise, even if Kun Ling defeated the Purple Demon, he still would not be able to save the Ziwei Palace.
"please."
Zhou Lin nodded, then suddenly took a step forward.
Immediately, a powerful and violent wave of spiritual power surged out of his body like a wave.
Mo Zhiyao's face was indifferent, but his eyes became serious.
At the same level of cultivation in the early ancient times, Qingyu from Yinluo Sect and Zhu Yan from Tianhuo Valley back then were not at the same level as Zhou Lin in front of them.
Even if those two people join forces, they probably won't be able to last long in front of Zhou Lin.
"Be careful."
Zhou Lin warned, and then he held his hand, and the majestic spiritual power roared out, turning into golden spiritual light spears, piercing through Mo Zhiyao's vitals.
Although Zhou Lin was polite in his words, he showed no mercy at all when he really took action.
In his heart, he attached great importance to Mo Zhiyao.
That day in the Demonic Burial Table, he saw with his own eyes what a heavy price Leng Jiuming paid for his initial contempt for the latter.
Seeing the spiritual light spear rushing towards him, Mo Zhiyao touched his palm, his intention came from his heart, and two rounds of black magic sun condensed into shape in an instant.
With five fingers clenched, the twin-yang demon soldiers and demon stars turned into specks of light, pouring out like a torrential rain.
The powerful spiritual power surged, directly shattering all the spiritual light spears.
"Be careful too."
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Mo Zhiyao shouted coldly, and then used his other hand.
Countless people were shocked to see two more rounds of the dark magic sun rising up.
The demon star passed through, and when it reappeared, its shape changed drastically.
Holding the Demon Hammer of Destruction in both hands, Mo Zhiyao jumped up.
Black light emitted from the hammer, and the ferocious demon faces at both ends of the hammer suddenly let out a heart-rending roar.
"Rumble" Just like the thunderous explosion in the sky, the air suddenly exploded under the magic hammer, and clearly visible air waves rolled and spread in all directions.
The huge magic hammer whizzed down, like a black hill, and struck Zhou Lin fiercely.
"What kind of spiritual treasure is that?"
Seeing Mo Zhiyao using two different weapons in succession, many of the powerful men around the Battle Star Platform exclaimed in surprise, with expressions on their faces.
The palace masters of the palaces and the lord of the stars who were sitting on the stone platform did not speak, but there was a look of shock in their eyes.
With their eyesight, they could naturally see that what Mo Zhiyao used was not a spiritual treasure, but a spiritual weapon condensed from his own spiritual power.
What shocked them was that although that kind of magic weapon was condensed from spiritual power, except that it had no spirituality of its own, it was no different from the real substance and was no less hard than ordinary mixed weapons.
Level Lingbao "Where on earth did this boy get the skills to be able to condense such a spiritual weapon?
His grade is at least the top grade of the emperor level."
Palace Master Pojun's eyes flashed, and the palms on the armrests were all unbearable.
Tightened up a bit.
"Ganlang, this Mo Zhiyao is probably not an ordinary person in the sea of mist demons," Palace Master Hongluan, who was sitting next to Palace Master Tanlang, tilted her delicate body slightly and asked in a low voice.
"I heard Kun Ling say that Mo Zhiyao seemed to have unified all the superficial cultivation forces in the entire Fog Demon Sea.
Moreover, he also killed everyone in the Fengshen Burial Demon Plain.
He once used his Eight Tribulations cultivation to defeat the Nine Tribulations Perfection The strong one."
Palace Master Tanlang breathed out softly, and then whispered.
"The surface forces that unify the entire Fog Demonic Sea are as strong as the Nine Tribulations."
Hongluan Palace Master's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and an unbelievable look of horror emerged in her eyes.
The words of Palace Master Tanlang were like a bombshell, shocking her beyond measure.
Even though the overall strength of the Fog Demon Sea is far inferior to that of the Divine Realm, it is definitely not an easy task to unify them, even with their superficial cultivation power.
This seemingly young man has actually achieved this.
Above, the Lord of the Stars, sitting on the golden throne, glanced at the Lord of Tanlang Palace with his deep eyes, and then fell to the Battle Star Platform again.
Although the voice of Palace Master Tanlang was low, it was obvious that it could not escape her ears.
No one saw the palm of the Lord of Stars, which was hidden under his sleeves, slowly clenched.
"Qilin Arm" Feeling the violent power contained in the black hammer, Zhou Lin's expression also changed slightly, and he did not dare to neglect.
Immediately he clenched his palm into a fist, and then suddenly punched it out.
As the monstrous spiritual power surged, Zhou Lin's arm immediately turned golden, as if made of gold, with scales that resembled dragon scales emerging from it.
An ancient and heavy spiritual pressure suddenly spread, and Zhou Lin's fist directly hit the magic hammer that fell on his head.
"clang" The crisp sound of gold and iron resounded in the mid-air, and circles of power ripples visible to the naked eye spread directly from the point where the fists and hammers collided.
The black magic hammer containing violent power suppressed it.
He was actually blocked by Zhou Lin's punch.
"snort"
Although he blocked Mo Zhiyao's hammer blow, a low groan came from Zhou Lin's throat.
Obviously, taking the former's blow was not as easy as everyone saw on the surface.
Fiery fighting spirit emerged from Zhou Lin's eyes like a raging flame.
Immediately, his body moved and flew out as fast as lightning.
He raised his fists and struck hard on the magic hammer of destruction.
“Bang bang bang bang” The mind-shaking bombardment was endless, almost continuous.
Streams of extremely terrifying power spurted out from Zhou Lin's fist, and after repeated violent blasts, it actually shook the Demonic Hammer of Destruction away.
The momentum was astonishing.
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And looking at such a fierce battle between the two, everyone's blood boiled with excitement.
Looking at the battlefield in the other direction, the strong men of Xingxiu Palace who were watching the battle were all excited.
The two battles here were entered directly without any warm-up.
Now it seems that these four people all have extremely strong abilities, and the intensity of the fight between them is naturally self-evident.
Many people who had looked down upon Mo Zhiyao before had put away their contempt at this time.
Being able to face Zhou Lin without losing, any fool knows that he is definitely not a weakling who only knows how to play tricks.
"This little guy is really strong.
No wonder Lin'er abandoned that girl Kun Ling and chose him as his opponent."
On the stone platform, the Master of the Seven Kills Palace looked at the battle on the Battle Star Platform.
He nodded slightly and thought to himself.
"But, little guy, Lin'er hasn't used his true strength yet.
I would like to see how far you can sustain it."
Obviously, the Master of the Seven Kills Palace has absolute confidence in Zhou Lin.
He never thought that Mo Zhiyao could defeat Zhou Lin, whom he had trained.
What he was interested in was just to know how long the latter could last in Zhou Lin's hands.
In preparation for the outbreak, since he said he would give his brothers a surprise, Hong Ming would never break his promise: