"You're pretending!"

Mo Xiaoyao yelled angrily.

When it landed again, the silver in Mo Xiaoyao's eyes faded and black and white was restored.

His long hair, which had also turned from silver to black, was scattered behind his back.

The powerful aura that spread out of his body dissipated, Mo Xiaoyao was unprecedentedly serious, stared at Emperor Jiu, and said, "I admit that I lost the body refining. ”

"Then what else are you unwilling to do?" Di Jiu asked.

Mo Xiaoyao shook his head: "Let's continue to fight, this time, you will definitely lose." ”

"Whoever said this before was beaten down by me. "Emperor Nine Dao.

"Then I will be the exception!"

Mo Xiaoyao sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands pinched.

A faint white point of light was outlined in front of him, and a black line appeared out of thin air, connecting those white points of light to form a gossip pattern.

Mo Xiaoyao looked at Di Jiu and said lightly: "I have never shown this kind of strength of mine, you are the first to see, and you should be the last." ”

"Oh, what power?" Di Jiu tilted his head.

"The power brought by the special physique!" Mo Xiaoyao spoke, and the gossip pattern had already submerged into his body.

And then......

"Gone?" Di Jiu blinked, Mo Xiaoyao at this moment was no different from before.

"Huh. ”

Mo Xiaoyao sneered and walked towards Emperor Jiu.

With every step he took down, a white lotus flower appeared out of thin air and bloomed under his feet.

As these lotus flowers bloomed, a mysterious power bloomed from him.

"I have a special physique, a non-acting Dao body, meditating on everything, creating everything!"

The picture changes, and everything around it is like an oil painting soaked in water, pulling, distorting, disappearing, and chaotic.

The next moment, Emperor Jiu found himself standing in the middle of a Taiji diagram, with an altar in front of him, and Mo Xiaoyao was standing on top of the altar, standing proudly, like a god high above, overlooking all beings.

"What's the use of this special physique?" Di Jiu asked.

"Everything is a dream. Mo Xiaoyao spoke indifferently, still with a look of pride on his face.

"In my spiritual world, spiritual power, realm, and physical power will not be able to be exerted, unless you also have a special physique. Mo Xiaoyao looked at Di Jiu with burning eyes, and asked with a smile, "Do you have it?"

There are many kinds of special physiques, but there are very few owners.

In the world 100,000 years ago, there were countless cultivators, but there was not one in a hundred million people with special physiques.

Because special physiques are innate, they are not acquired.

Mo Xiaoyao didn't believe that Emperor Jiu had a special physique, after all, the itinerary of a special physique was too rare.

Di Jiu touched his nose and wanted to laugh a little.

"I'm going to disappoint you again, I do. ”

The billowing purple qi spread from Emperor Jiu's body, and the aura like an abyss came to his face.

Mo Xiaoyao was shocked and found that in the center of Emperor Jiu's eyebrows, there were fine scales emerging.

"Do you really have a special physique?" Mo Xiaoyao almost wanted to cry.

Could it be that this guy is the darling of the heavens like me? At a young age, he cultivated against the sky, his body refining method is extremely strong, and he is accompanied by innate purple qi, and now he still has a special physique?

"Innate Demon God Body, Break All Laws!"

As Emperor Jiu pinched the technique, a dazzling purple light appeared from his hand.

It's as simple as slapping into the ground.

The rumbling sound shook the world, and everything in front of him became distorted, and Mo Xiaoyao's still handsome face was also distorted.

Kiss!

Like a dream bubble, the picture in front of Di Jiu's eyes changed, and he returned to the grass next to the villa again.

"Poof!"

Mo Xiaoyao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't know if it was because Di Jiu broke his method and injured him, or if he was so depressed that Di Jiu was so stimulated that he spurted blood.

"Damn, this is amazing!"

Hao Duoyu exclaimed in surprise and almost applauded.

From the perspective of Hao Duoyu and the three of them, Di Jiu and Mo Xiaoyao stood motionless from beginning to end, without any communication, just looking at each other.

Looking at it, Mo Xiaoyao vomited blood.

Is this the legendary competition of internal strength, or is it eye contact?

"If you are free, how can you give birth to Emperor Jiu?"

Mo Xiaoyao was sad and indignant, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked crazy.

He has always boasted of being peerless and invincible among his peers.

Today, he was crushed by Emperor Jiu.

"Admit defeat, or be beaten by me?" Di Jiu asked.

Mo Xiaoyao wanted to squirt blood again, but he thought that he had to eat a lot of eggs and drink a lot of milk to make up for the excessive blood loss, so he swallowed it again.

What is the saddest thing? is that what I said was brought back untouched!

Mo Xiaoyao's eyes were about to turn red.

He roared, "I'm going to fight you again!"

"Don't struggle, right?" Emperor Jiu said.

"You can still struggle!" Mo Xiaoyao said with a solemn expression.

"Oh, then you struggle. ”

Mo Xiaoyao was choked up for a moment, and said angrily: "Don't look down on people! What I'm going to show next is bloodline power! You definitely don't have this!"

"Bloodline power?" Di Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Mo smiled freely, as if he had regained some confidence, his hands pinched, and his black hair quickly turned sky blue.

The robe was bulging, and an illusory figure appeared behind Mo Xiaoyao, the figure was not tall or small, but in the eyes of Emperor Jiu, it seemed to be standing up to the sky.

"My ancestor once produced a peerless Taoist ancestor, the first disciple of the Sanqing patriarch, and cultivated to reach the extreme of the first-level supreme, and he could transcend half a step, so he was qualified to pass on the power of the bloodline, and was given the surname Mo, the ancestor of the Mo clan. ”

Mo Xiaoyao's face became calm, his eyes looked at Di Jiu with deep eyes, and said, "Mo bloodline, suppress the demon vein!"

"What a suppression of the demon vein, what kind of trick did the devil provoke you? Your two veins of Buddhism and Taoism are extremely hypocritical, with dirty thoughts, wanting to dominate, and also like to splash dirty water, just to maintain the superficial justice, to create a reason to act, in the final analysis, it is just that the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other. Di Jiu's voice was cold.

Mo Xiaoyao's smile froze, revealing embarrassment.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "I admit that this is indeed the case, but don't care about these details, the path of cultivation is like this, the strong are respected, it is an eternal theme, and history is written by the victors." ”

Di Jiu looked at Mo Xiaoyao deeply and nodded.

"You're honest and thorough. ”

"So today, you will still be defeated, and the power of my bloodline is enough to suppress you!" Mo Xiaoyao said loudly.

Emperor Jiu asked, "What about after suppressing me, will you kill me?"

"Why do I want to kill you, there is no injustice and no revenge. ”

Di Jiu laughed.

"Okay, I won't kill you either, after all, there is no injustice and no revenge. ”

The words fell, and Emperor Jiu silently operated the Immortal Calamity.

The scales in the center of the eyebrows disappeared, and with it, a wisp of red light like blood rose on Emperor Jiu's body.

A strong fighting spirit rose into the sky, causing thunder to rise above the clear sky.

"You ......"

Mo Xiaoyao looked at Di Jiu's completely scarlet eyes, and his heart trembled wildly.

This is, Bloodline Power!

And Emperor Jiu's bloodline power is even stronger than him!

Mo Xiaoyao was stunned, and remembered what Emperor Jiu had said before: What you have, I have it!

It turned out that he was telling the truth and didn't pretend to be forced.

With a loveless face, Mo Xiaoyao lay on the ground, leaning on his back: "I don't struggle anymore, you can beat me." ”