"Commitment...... Since the old man has agreed, he will do it," Mo Xiaoyao said with joy in his heart.

"It's just that this place is not the place to fulfill promises, and we will talk about it when you and I go out, so can we say that?"

He Xiaoshi's eyes flickered for a moment, then nodded slightly, and then he looked up at the fine sand of stars falling like a waterfall, and was about to say something.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoyao, who had been closing his eyes and constantly communicating with the Creation Furnace, suddenly let out an extremely painful scream.

He Xiaoshi hurriedly looked down, but saw Mo Xiaoyao trembling all over, a pair of cloudy eyes were full of bloodshots, and his originally sallow face became extremely pale.

"Senior, what's wrong?" He Xiaoshi asked suspiciously.

Mo Xiaoyao didn't answer, or the pain didn't make him open his mouth at all, only to see his right hand trembling and shaking gently, and the dozens of blood-red god-killing insects that he had put away fell to the ground like rain.

Among them, there was a god-killing insect that was only the size of a beetle, but it was suspended between Mo Xiaoyao's palm and the ground, and there was blood light flashing all over his body.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The god-killing insect's wings and limbs kept rubbing against each other, making a faint sound, and its small mouth full of tiny fangs continued to open and close, and a faint suction appeared from its mouth, and swirled around Mo Xiaoyao.

The majestic power of the divine soul spread out in all directions.

Around Mo Xiaoyao's body, the space was slightly distorted, and a figure that was so faint that it was difficult to see with the naked eye shrouded Mo Xiaoyao's body, the right foot of this phantom was entangled with the slightly distorted air, and finally turned into a gray gas subtle air current, entering the small mouth of the godkiller insect that opened and closed.

The phantom's face had a hideous and painful expression, as if he was opening his mouth to cry out in pain, but there was not the slightest sound coming out, and the scene looked very strange.

The phantom is the concrete manifestation of Mo Xiaoyao's soul, and the right foot of the phantom that gradually disappears is devoured by this tiny god-killing insect.

The soul is different from the physical body, and for the monk, it is more precious.

The monk's life is extinguished, but the soul is not extinguished, then there is a chance to be reincarnated, and some powerful monks, when their longevity is exhausted, can even exert great magic power to protect their memories before death, and then reincarnate and reincarnate.

However, once the soul is destroyed, it is truly destroyed, and there is no hope of reincarnation.

Moreover, the pain of the soul wound is a hundred times greater than that of the body!

"Ah......h

Mo Xiaoyao let out a howl of pain again, and then up and down his body, the aura of the Great Perfection of the Foundation was emanating without reservation, and he used all the spells he had learned in his life, desperately attacking the god-killing insects outside the slight distortion of space.

All attacks, when encountering a slightly distorted space around them, disappear directly.

"Zizizi!"

The speed at which the god-killing insects' wings rubbed between their limbs became faster and faster, and ripples rose slightly near the distorted space that shrouded Mo Xiaoyao's body.

The phantom shrouded in the surface of Mo Xiaoyao's body, the expression of pain was even more exaggerated, and the speed at which his right foot turned into a fine gray airflow was also several times faster!

Mo Xiaoyao's attacks became more and more crazy, with him as the center, a huge coercion overflowed, and the aftermath of the spiritual power emitted pushed He Xiaoshi, who was standing beside him, to retreat a few feet away!

However, it was still to no avail, and instead of taking any damage, the speed of devouring the god's soul was several points faster.

"Push me so far!"

Mo Xiaoyao's hoarse voice trembled violently, and then his right foot slammed on the ground.

The coercion of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building was directly gone, and was replaced by an incomparably strong coercion of the Yudan realm.

Mo Xiaoyao actually directly lifted the seal that sealed his true cultivation and exerted all his strength.

A powerful storm of spiritual power, surrounding Mo Xiaoyao's body, spun up quickly, swept towards the distorted space around him, and the creation furnace that had just recognized the Lord appeared on top of Mo Xiaoyao's head, and the emerald green light like a waterfall flowed down, protecting his whole person.

The god-killing insect that devoured Mo Xiaoyao's soul closed its mouth, and a trace of doubt and hesitation flashed in its small eyes.

The speed of devouring suddenly stopped for a moment.

It's just that when Mo Xiaoyao showed the cultivation of the Yudan realm, this piece of heaven and earth seemed to have a feeling, and there was a "woo" whimper sound in the void.

Then, eight silver chains of order extended out from the void above Mo Xiaoyao's head, and in the sound of "bang-la-la" and dazzling silver light, the eight chains of order directly trapped the spiritual storm around Mo Xiaoyao.

The spiritual storm swung weakly, then dissipated.

The invisible rules of heaven and earth descended, turning into a translucent pitch-black pattern, and suppressed towards Mo Xiaoyao's eyebrows!

With a "click", Mo Yao's cultivation in the Dan Realm was directly abolished, and his breath turned straight down, and he could only stop when he reached the peak of foundation building.

In this piece of heaven and earth, only the creatures who build the foundation and cultivate are allowed to exist, and it is really not a lie.

The god-killing insect let out a low moan of joy, and then its wings and limbs rubbed again at high speed, devouring Mo Xiaoyao's divine soul.

A touch of despair flashed in Mo Xiaoyao's eyes, and then he took a deep breath full of ruthlessness on his sallow face.

The endless aura of heaven and earth was inhaled into the body by it.

Mo Xiaoyao's chest swelled violently, and then his whole body swelled like a balloon, and the yellow skin on his face began to crack inch by inch, and finally fell down from his face as a piece of flesh.

The old face that originally belonged to Mo Xiaoyao appeared.

He revealed his true nature.

Standing in the distance, He Xiaoshi, who was full of wariness, after seeing Mo Xiaoyao like this, couldn't help but see in front of him in the woods of Xinyue County, the disciple of the Barbarian Ghost Sect who blew himself up, his face was full of horror.

This Mo Xiaoyao was actually forced to take the road of self-explosion by the god-killing insects!

A monk in the realm of Jiedan exploded himself, and the destructive power produced was too great, He Xiaoshi hurriedly cast the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon, and was about to stay away from this ten places.

The next moment, He Xiaoshi listened in place with a stunned face.

It turned out that when Mo Xiaoyao's body was expanding violently, the eyes of the god-killing insect suddenly shot out two red rays the size of a needle's eye like lightning.

The red light directly penetrated the space and shot straight into Mo Xiaoyao's spiritual sea.

Mo Xiaoyao's throat made a strange "gurgling" sound, and then his body, like a deflated ball, quickly dried up, and returned to normal in an instant.

This god-killing insect actually has such a talent that it directly prevents the monk from detonating himself.

Seeing this, he used all his means, and cultivated to Mo Xiaoyao, who was forcibly cut down by the rules of this heaven and earth, and a strange smile appeared on the distorted old face.

Mo Xiaoyao glanced at the insects that were constantly devouring his divine soul under his palm, and gave up resistance as if resigned, the breath on his body surface was completely restrained, and his rickety body trembled violently because of the pain, looking like he had the slightest demeanor of an alchemy master in the Dan Realm.

It's just an old man in his last years.

Mo Xiaoyao then raised his eyes and glanced at the green and bright Creation Furnace, the old man's face was full of self-deprecation, he flicked a finger at the Creation Furnace, and the black light shot into the Divine Furnace above his head.

The glow of the Creation Furnace was even stronger, and the powerful breath of life rushed towards Mo Xiaoyao's divine soul.

For a while, Mo Xiaoyao's divine soul power was a little stronger, but compared to the speed of the god-killing worm's devouring, it still seemed much slower.

The divine energy provided by the Creation Furnace could only delay the time when Mo Yao's divine soul disappeared.

The slower the time it took for Mo Yao to disappear, the longer the pain he suffered, which was more intense than Ling Chi, lasted.

With such a painful struggle, it is better to choose a faster death.

What else does Mo Xiaoyao want to do?

Mo Xiaoyao slowly turned his head and looked at He Xiaoshi in the distance, the furrows and wrinkles on his face were constantly twisting and twitching from unbearable pain.

"Boy, come here, I have something to say to you", Mo Xiaoyao said with some difficulty, his voice was extremely weak, but he believed that He Xiaoshi could hear it clearly.

He Xiaoshi stood in the distance, and when he heard Mo Xiaoyao's voice, he stood silently indifferent.

Mo Xiaoyao's mind is too deep, it can be said that he is really ruthless, He Xiaoshi doesn't want to be calculated by this person again.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyao showed a trace of self-deprecation on his face: "It seems that you have never trusted me at all, but yes, what qualifications do people like me have to be trusted by others?"

"It's just that the god-killing insects devour people's souls, and they will never stop devouring them completely, I believe you know this, why, in such a situation, what are you afraid of the old man's passbook, or what bad calculations are you having?"

Mo Xiaoyao's voice became weaker and weaker, and he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

He Xiaoshi was still standing in place, his expression calm, facing the dying Mo Xiaoyao, looking a little indifferent.

"I only have the strength of the foundation building peak at most, and a head-on battle may not hurt you, what are you still afraid of?" Mo Xiaoyao spoke with great difficulty, but after all, he was once a powerhouse in the realm of the Divine Spirit, coupled with the identity of the alchemy master, the power of divine consciousness is still strong, and the problem of divine consciousness transmission is not big.

He Xiaoshi was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "

If the seniors have anything to say, just say it, and the juniors are listening carefully here. ”

Mo Xiaoyao's consciousness let out a complicated sigh: "I'm going to die, I want to do a lot of bad things in this life, in order to strengthen my body, I really do a lot of bad things, and if I end up like this, it can be regarded as retribution." ”

Mo Yaoyao's voice paused, and then continued to sound: "However, I am still unwilling," After saying this, he looked up at the Creation Divine Furnace that was still providing him with life energy.

It is indeed unwilling.

Of course, he was unwilling.

Once Mo Xiaoyao has the Creation Furnace, he can successfully refine the True Blood Infant Pill, and the alchemy can also be used to reach a higher level, then his realm will rise to the top.

When the time comes, don't say that the peak of the knot pill is a great possibility of turning into a baby.

Once he transforms into an infant and becomes a primordial infant power, then he will stand at the pinnacle of the entire mortal realm and become a land immortal-like existence.

In the face of the long life of the Yuan Infant Great Power, perhaps, even the ascension has a glimmer of hope?

Ascension, how many monks' dreams are that?