Mo Liang let out a low roar, he shook his hand violently, Lin Po's body was thrown backwards, and the "bang" sound hit the threshold, and his body twitched twice and soon stopped moving. The red blood flowed out, dyeing the ground under her red, and the rain in the sky became even faster, and the thunder roared, and the dazzling thunder made the blood more and more shocking!

"Mother-in-law!" Sister-in-law Lin screamed sadly, she didn't know where she had the strength to break free from Mo Liang's clamps, and quickly threw herself down and took her into her arms, "Mother-in-law!

Mo Liang was stunned, and the dazzling blood color made him panic, but he was soon suppressed by the tyranny in his heart, "Old thing! You dare to spoil my good deeds, that is, you are looking for death yourself! What if you are optimistic about Mo Yu, he is already dead, I personally designed him to die! When you die, you must remember that I Mo Liang is the best, I am!"

His roar echoed through the room, but was drowned out by the rain.

Sister-in-law Lin felt the warm blood dripping from her hands, but her heart was completely cold, she slowly raised her head, and suddenly said, "Did you hurt Mo Yu?"

"What's the matter, I cooperated with He Yishan to do my tricks, but I didn't expect that he was not killed, but he still died in the end, died in the beast tide of the bloody plain, and there were no bones left!" Mo Liang vented in a roar, "This proves that God has been helping me, helping me kill Mo Yu, helping me to rain this heavy rain that covers my voice, I will kill you in this rain, and then kill you and send you to hell to reunite with my good big brother, tell him that I am living very fast now!"

He approached with a fierce face!

Sister-in-law Lin felt the cold aura that erupted in her body, her brows wrinkled together in pain, and she was a little relieved in her heart, but more of it was unspeakable anger, she used her last strength to scream, "Mo Liang, you brute, everything you do now will definitely be punished!"

"Retribution! I Mo Liang doesn't believe in retribution! Now that Mo Yu is dead, you are all dead, no one will know the truth of the matter, I will live a good life, better than all of you!" he grinned and reached out to grab her snow-white neck, and was about to press her to the point where she tore her clothes and enjoyed it wantonly. But the moment the palm touched her body, he let out a miserable scream from his mouth, and suddenly let go of his hand, and the flesh and blood of the palm of the palm had already turned strange blue and purple after a short contact, and the piercing chill spread quickly upward along the arm, making his body cold.

"Dead, you won't let me touch you, even your corpse!" his face became extremely ugly, and he gasped heavily, and the tyranny and anger in his heart gradually subsided. Glancing at the corpses of the two people on the ground, he put away the land deed crystal card and other things on the table, turned around and strode towards the clutter room in the courtyard.

Soon, Mo Liang hurriedly left Bixi Courtyard in the rain, but behind him gradually thick smoke rose, and then raging flames erupted from the closed doors and windows. The fire was fueled by a barrel of specially made animal fat lamp oil, and even the pouring rain could not extinguish the fire, and the fire burned violently and vigorously.

This is naturally the easiest and safest way, a fire will burn all traces of it, and no one will suspect him again.

But when Mo Liang left, he didn't find a thin figure squatting in the depths of the flowers in Bixi Courtyard, because of fear, because of the cold, her little face was pale and her body trembled, and soon after he left, she stumbled out......

Mo Yu's heart suddenly throbbed and woke up from his cultivation, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes showed a little uneasiness. This feeling came without warning, and no matter how carefully he sensed it, he didn't gain anything, but he couldn't help but feel a little restless in his heart.

After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly raised his head and said, "Dare to ask senior, how long have I stayed here?" The tiredness of his spirit made his voice low and weak.

Qin Qing'er sensed the restlessness in his heart, and without delay, she replied directly in her usual cold tone: "The sixth day." ”

Mo Yu silently calculated that it would take about two to three days for the strong men of the sect to come to the rescue and bring many injured disciples back to the sect, so the news of his accident should have spread...... In other words, Mo Liang already knew about his "death". The gloom in Mo Yu's eyes couldn't help but become a little heavier, and when he thought of the throbbing in Fang Cai's heart, he gradually had an extremely bad premonition.

"Mo Liang, you must not harm others again, otherwise even if you have no face to face Uncle Mo and Aunt Yun in the future, I will never tolerate you!" He inhaled slowly, suppressed all the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart, and arched his hand: "Senior, how many days can you support at most?"

Qin Qing'er's delicate face had gradually turned pale in the past few days, and now it seemed to be transparent, and the tiny pale cyan veins on her face could be clearly seen, and it was obvious that the loss of strength was extremely heavy. But even so, her expression was still flat, and she didn't show the slightest anxiety. At this moment, she lowered her head and thought for a while, and said lightly: "No accident, I can still support it for four days, if it is longer, the foundation of the doppelganger will be destroyed, and even if I give it up, I can't tear the phantom of the ancient altar apart." ”

Mo Yu frowned, his current cultivation method was too damaging to himself, at least half a day was set aside for recovery, and after deducting the time required to condense the Divine Yang, the time left for him to cultivate would be only three days at most.

"Three days, I don't know if it's enough, but now I can only try it with all my might!" He silently turned his thoughts, bowed slightly to the beautiful but even more terrifying woman in front of him, and then closed his eyes again and ran the practice of bloodsucking mist.

The collapse and rebirth of flesh and bones all made his physical strength continue to increase at an astonishing speed, and in order to ensure the best cultivation effect, along with the increase in physical strength, Mo Yu's speed of absorbing blood mist increased accordingly.

Therefore, the pure soul power is even more, and the soul cultivation is amazingly fast. Restoring the shattered realm is equivalent to refilling the deflated balloon with gas, so there is no pain when absorbing the power of the pure soul. Moreover, the soul space magma lake generated by Mo Yu's cultivation of "Treading the Nine Suns" also has a good and amazing appetite, and no matter how much soul power pours in, it will be directly swallowed by it, pushing his soul to become stronger and stronger.

In just six days, Mo Yu re-condensed the three Divine Yangs, and advanced the first and second Divine Yang to the same level as the strength of the Third Divine Yang, and the accumulation required to condense the Fourth Divine Yang was also some, and there were still three days left, he was ready to make an impact and condense the Fourth Divine Yang! Once successful, his soul cultivation could skyrocket, which was comparable to that of a fifth-order Great Spirit Infant Realm cultivator, and coupled with his physical body cultivation, the hope of preserving his life was naturally greater. It's just that he is suffering from the collapse of his body and the process of rebirth, and Mo Yu's spirit is extremely tired, but all he can do at this moment is grit his teeth and persevere!

There are still three days to go! Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, he must stop this cruel cultivation that borders on self-harm, and recover with all his strength to prepare for the killing of the Blood Robe Protector.

Mo Yu tried his best to keep his mind in a blank state to reduce the impact of physical pain, and at the same time, he constantly adjusted the speed of absorbing blood mist, and always maintained that every moment allowed his soul to absorb more pure soul power. In this endless and painful invasion, three days passed quietly.

In his soul space, the magma lake area has reached the size of nearly a hundred miles, and the slightest tremor is the surging rock waves, and the temperature in the space is amazingly high, as if he exhales a breath, and it will turn into flames and burn.

Suffering terrible pain for nine consecutive days, even though Mo Yu's will was extremely firm, his spiritual bearing was gradually approaching the limit, and the incarnation figure in the soul space was also blurred, and it seemed to collapse at any time with a slight vibration. He couldn't hold on any longer, and the time left for him was also running out.

Right now, it's time to hit the Fourth Divine Sun!

As soon as Mo Yu's thoughts moved, a giant wolf was set off in the magma lake in an instant, and the crimson magma was surging, releasing a dazzling red light, and the terrifying temperature of the space, which was already high, began to soar again!

It is only a phantom of the fourth divine yang, but the aura it releases at the moment is completely above the first, second, and third divine yang! This is the horror of "Treading the Nine Suns" condensing the divine yang, every time it advances, the power possessed by the new divine yang must be based on the existence of the divine yang, producing an astonishing degree of skyrocketing, and it will drive the rest of the divine yang to begin to advance, so that the soul power continues to increase rapidly.

With the appearance of the Fourth Divine Yang Phantom, the magma lake swelled more and more violently, and more sparks rose from it...... Mo Yu looked at the current scene nervously, and for three days, he did not stop at all, frantically devouring the blood mist in the extreme state of his physical body for the soul to absorb more power and increase the accumulation of the impact realm.

He has done his best, whether he succeeds or not, he can only wait!

An Hour...... Two Hours...... Three Hours...... The time it took to condense the Fourth Divine Yang exceeded Mo Yu's expectations, and it wasn't until it was close to four hours that the sparks rising from the magma lake began to decrease rapidly. The space above the head is dozens of zhang in size, and the Fourth Divine Yang has been extremely condensed, but it is still the last point before the complete condensation is completed!

Mo Yu's heart suddenly became nervous!

If you make up for the last point, the fourth divine yang will smoothly condense the soul and the cultivation will skyrocket, and the grasp of life will be stronger. If he failed, all his efforts would be in vain, and the power of the condensed Shenyang Soul would go berserk, and he would even suffer serious injuries from the Soul Devourer! If it weren't for the current situation, he would definitely wait until he had accumulated enough to naturally break through the realm...... But now he has no choice, and if he wants to leave alive, he has to take risks!

Success or failure is, to some extent, a matter of life and death, so it is particularly important.

The sparks in sight quickly thinned out and became less and less numerous. Finally, the churning magma lake gradually fell silent, and the last spark was absorbed by the Fourth Divine Sun, but it was still short of the last trace of strength to completely condense and complete. A trace of deficiency in the induction will need at least hundreds of flowers to make up for it if it turns into a spark, and the absolute tiredness of the spirit at this moment has made Mo Yu unable to absorb half a cent of strength from the outside world...... His eyes widened, and his eyes showed strong unwillingness!