Seeing Mo Yan's actions, Zhou Yuan's face changed for the first time since he came on the field.

He could clearly perceive the terrifying power contained in the three-color lotus flower in front of Mo Yan.

Rumble!

Almost at the same moment, Zhou Yuan's movements instantly accelerated.

Although he was confident that Mo Yan would not be able to defeat him, he did not want to make changes out of nothing.

Zhou Yuan, who turned into a flash of red light, made Mo Yan slightly moved.

His mind moved slightly, and he unconsciously quickened the movement of the strange fire in his hand.

The difficulty of the fusion of different fires is never a simple additive superposition, and its difficulty coefficient is multiplied geometrically.

If the difficulty coefficient is one to fuse two extremely unstable different fires, then the difficulty coefficient is at least ten to fuse three extremely unstable different fires.

Therefore, even if Mo Yan was due to his own physique, his control over the different fires had reached the transformation realm, and the fusion of the three different fires was still a huge challenge for him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the lotus flower in front of Mo Yan, there was a small explosion sound like fireworks.

The red and blue flames were already blended together, but when they came into contact with the pale necromantic cold fire, it was as if they had reached a critical point, and they could not be fused no matter what.

Mo Yan pursed his lips, his eyes full of madness.

There is no time for him to do any more delicate operations.

In the next moment, his hands squeezed fiercely into the void, trying to violently fuse the three flames together.

"Bang!"

A muffled thunder exploded, and a small fire lotus directly burst out from the lotus flower, exploding in Mo Yan's chest.

Fortunately, at that moment, a cyan flame emerged from Mo Yan's body, turning into a layer of gauze and blocking the violent energy of the lotus flower, otherwise Mo Yan would really play with fire and set himself on fire.

That is the power of the Soul Yan.

At this time, Mo Yan's face turned pale rapidly, but the corners of his mouth showed a shallow smile.

He looked down at the flaming lotus flower that was constantly flashing red, blue, and white.

This lotus flower, which was formed by the fusion of three different fires, did not reach the point of perfection.

Because the violent spiritual power contained in it was too terrifying, Mo Yan estimated that he had to reach the Yuan Infant Stage before he could fully grasp this power.

At this time, in order to fuse these three different fires together, he instantly exhausted all his spiritual power.

Even if you try your best, in the process of fusion, there is a business pool.

Fortunately, there was a living soul Yan who corrected this point difference pool for him, otherwise he would have felt better.

After this blow, no matter what the outcome, he was powerless to fight again.

But no matter what, this is already the strongest trick he can perform at the moment.

Zhou Yuan's gaze quickly shifted from Mo Yan's pale face to the small three-color lotus flower in front of him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

It's scary, this lotus!

The three-colored fire lotus was gently suspended in the air, and a violent energy that made him feel shocked overflowed!

"Go ahead." Mo Yan ignored the suspicion in the hearts of others and muttered in a low voice.

As his mind moved, the three-colored alien fire lotus suspended in front of him bloomed with a bright light like a scorching sun, and suddenly turned into a blurred flame, like a lightning storm.

Although the fire lotus contained a terrifying power that was majestic enough to overturn the river and the sea, it was completely converged at this time, and in the process of crossing the space, the slightest ripple of spiritual power was not set off.

Just like the calm before a storm, the more silent it is, the more terrifying and chilling it is when it erupts.

In countless eyes filled with various emotions, the fire lotus slammed into Zhou Yuan, who had turned into a flame giant.

The eyes of the monks watching the battle looked at the two figures in the ring without blinking.

Although they hadn't experienced it personally, they all felt the terrifying power of the fire lotus.

They knew in their hearts that Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan had already reached this moment of victory and defeat!

"How could a monk in the middle of the Jindan period be such a terrifying trick?" Zhou Yuan was in disbelief, his forward figure suddenly stagnated, and then his body swept away, and in the process of retreating, the two strange patterns on his face flashed again.

A strange snake beast several feet long, white all over, and with a pair of golden wings was summoned out by Zhou Yuan.

"Feathered Serpent in the late stage of the fourth grade!"

Under the ring, Jinyang Dazun, who had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mo Yan's performance, couldn't help but exhale softly.

Zhou Yuan, who was in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, turned out to have a strange beast demon pet that was equivalent to the late Yuan Infant.

This is unimaginable rank and strength crushing.

Feathered Serpent faced the three-colored lotus flower that flew in, and a strange color appeared in its golden vertical eyes.

Its body suddenly moved sideways, blocking in front of the flame giant that Zhou Yuan had transformed, and the golden wings behind it suddenly burst out, like a cloud covering the sky, huge and boundless, and the whole fanned towards the alien fire lotus.

The two air flows of yin and yang on it, covered with a trace of chaotic mist!

"Boom!"

Thunderous explosions resounded throughout the ring.

An extremely terrifying storm of spiritual power, in an instant, swept out between the wings of the Feathered Serpent and the Alien Fire Lotus, and immediately filled the entire ring, until it reached the edge of the ring, before it was blocked by the ring array.

Under such a terrifying collision, the monks watching the battle, whether it was those low-level monks who had been eliminated long ago and could not cultivate to build a foundation pill, or those high-level monks from the major sects, were all shocked and looked horrified.

"Can two monks who are no more than fifty years old fighting such a terrifying power?"

The significance of this session of the Seven Domains Dao was finally embodied at this time.

The monks who have fought this round are already not inferior to the Taoist monks in any way in terms of talent and means, and it is not impossible to even surpass them.

If it weren't for this Seven Domains Dao, even if these people were extremely talented and couldn't have been buried, their growth rate would definitely be slower than that of Dao Sect cultivators.

……

The aftermath of the three-color flames in the ring, and the jaw-dropping faces under the ring, formed a unique landscape.

All the monks turned their eyes to the overlapping flames.

In the interweaving of many lines of sight, after a moment, several figures slowly emerged from it.

Zhou Yuan had already transformed from the form of a flame giant to a normal state, and the flame fox was like a god, lying on his shoulder with a weak look.

Zhou Yuan himself looked quite embarrassed, and his robe was full of scorched marks.

The feathered serpent beast that was facing the alien fire lotus head-on, there were already several pieces of charred black on the white snake body, and the flesh and blood that bloomed in it could be faintly seen.

At this time, Zhou Yuan's eyes were staring at the opposite side of the ring.

There, there stood Mo Yan with a pale face, even so, Mo Yan still had that calm look on his face.

Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank, and a trace of imperceptible violence flashed in the depths of his eyes.

His spiritual power surged, ready to strike again.

"In this battle, I admit defeat." The next moment, Mo Yan glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was not injured, and said slowly, turning around and walking under the ring without looking back.

With this move, he had already exhausted all his strength, and at this time, his whole body's spiritual power was exhausted, and he didn't have any spare strength to fight at all.

But Zhou Yuan was unscathed.

There is no other option but to throw in the towel.

Indeed, the gap between him and Zhou Yuan is still too big.

But he was also very calm, and there was no pretension in it.

He is only twenty-three this year, but Zhou Yuan is already forty.

The age gap is there, and it is impossible to ignore.

In a few decades, when the time for more than ten years of cultivation is minimal.

He was confident that by that time, Zhou Yuan would inevitably no longer be his opponent.

Among so many genius monks, if he could really feel sincerely admired and convinced, in fact, only Lu Qingshan, who was younger than him.

"In this battle, Zhou Yuansheng wins!" Seeing Mo Yan leave the ring, the Hanging Saint Master's eyes flashed, and he announced the result in a deep voice.