Just when the stone in the hearts of everyone in the Zhang family was about to be put down, pressure and loss surged up again. Because when they looked closely, these two rays of light did not emanate from the boy they were expecting.

"Oh my God, the Zhang family has awakened two at once!"

"It's a pity that Young Master Mochen still hasn't moved. ”

......

The discussion of the crowd reflected the inner emotions of the Zhang family very well. Even the relatives of the two awakened Yuan Li teenagers did not have a smile on their faces because of Zi Cheng Chan, on the contrary, like everyone else, their faces were melancholy, and they paid close attention to the slightly thin figure.

......

As time passed slowly, except for the area of the scattered cultivation and the bounty group, which was lit up again, in the field of vision of the crowd, there were only figures who had fallen again. At this point, there were only a few minutes left before the ceremony ended. In the huge square, hundreds of corners of the eyes were all focused on one place, that is, Zhang Mochen, who was already drenched in sweat and had a pale face.

All living beings are different.

"Chen'er!" Zhang Tianfeng pressed his hand on the stone table, and the sweat oozing from the tension in his palm left two clear palm prints on the table.

"Boy, don't let me down!" Wang Xuansong held his hands lightly, his expression was serious, but the expectation between his eyebrows seemed to slowly disappear in the inexorable passage of time.

"Mochen, come on!" At this time, Wang Yuyan, who had already finished breathing, looked at the young man whose body was trembling violently not far away, and a pair of pink daisies were locked tighter. How she hoped that in the next second, the teenager in her mind would be able to shine.

"Brother Mochen..."Zhang Moran also clenched his pink teeth, his slightly pointed nails had pierced his palms because of the excessive force, and a pair of beautiful black eyes like autumn water had slightly fluctuating tear lines, rippling back and forth.

"Zhang Tianfeng, it seems that your so-called genius son is about to become a waste!" Li Fengying was secretly happy in his heart, and the disdain and sarcasm in his eyes became more and more intense, so that the corners of his mouth did not shy away from a sneer.

"Zhang Mochen, today is the day you take off your halo!" Li Ziya stared at Zhang Mochen fiercely, and subconsciously touched his waist with one hand, projecting an icy coldness from the corner of his eye.

"It seems that I still have to go to Li's house tonight!" Shi Chongyang's eyes did not focus on Zhang Mochen, but quietly skimmed away at Li Fengying, and I am afraid that only he knows what he thinks.

......

In the bizarre independent space, Zhang Mochen was sweating profusely, and the clothes on his body had long been wet, tightly wrapped around his thin body.

"Boom ......"

There was another crash, and the ending still didn't change.

Zhang Mochen sat on the ground, raised his eyes a little tiredly, and looked at the door of the Heavenly Dao in front of him.

This is the sixth time that Zhang Mochen has attacked the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, but the Gate of the Heavenly Dao seems to be very stubborn, and he refuses to crack even a little crack.

"How so?"

Zhang Mochen lamented in his heart. The successive impacts, already physically and mentally exhausted, on the immature face, the original high spirit, full of fighting spirit, full of confidence, was also covered by a few wisps of sweat wet and clinging to the forehead, at this moment, only a thousand points of loss and ten thousand points of frustration.

Zhang Mochen wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head bitterly, and lost his fighting spirit. Before today, he had imagined countless endings, but he still didn't expect the current situation. Facing the rock-solid Heavenly Dao Gate, after six struggling blows, Zhang Mochen finally lowered his confident head.

"Is it really over?" Zhang Mochen didn't get up, he still sat on the ground tiredly, because his head drooped, and his black hair drooped downward, completely covering his miserable white face.

Fragments of the past kept emerging in Zhang Mochen's mind, Zhang Tianfeng's aging appearance, Wang Yuyan's sweet voice, and countless sleepless nights when he clutched the jade pendant, at this time, it was like a white horse passing through a gap, and scenes flashed in his mind.

"The dual power of gold and earth, the pride of the sky in Sanye Town, hehe......" The corners of Zhang Mochen's mouth pulled a trace of self-deprecation.

Zhang Mochen habitually touched his chest, and the half of the jade pendant looked a little slippery because of the sweat on his body, as if it was his mother's tears.

"Mother......

Zhang Mochen raised his head and exhaled, his voice was a little choked, and he clenched the jade pendant in his hand tighter.

Outside the strange independent space, Zhang Tianfeng's heart tightened, because he saw two bitter tears on the face of the young man who did not move at all, and they slid down gently.

......

Time does not stop for any reason, and there are less than two minutes left until the end of the ceremony.

In the strange independent space, Zhang Mochen slowly stood up and put the jade pendant back on his chest. Slowly raising his head, a pair of pitch-black pupils were revealed again because of the parting of his hair.

Zhang Mochen looked sideways slightly, looking at the gate of the Heavenly Dao beside him, which was close at hand, but it made him feel far away.

Zhang Mochen tilted his head slightly, his eyes closed slowly, he took a deep breath, and after a moment, he exhaled heavily.

"It's not my end, no... It's...."

Zhang Mochen gritted his teeth, spit out word by word in a low voice, and his loose hands were slowly clenched, making a few crisp bone friction sounds.

"Not ......."

After the low voice, there was a heart-rending cry, accompanied by Zhang Mochen's eyes that opened violently, and in these eyes, the battle intent was rekindled, not only rekindled, but also seemed to be better than before, so that the whites of the eyes around the pupils burst out with extremely bloody red silk.

Zhang Mochen took a deep breath, regained his strength, and in the next second, his mind frantically absorbed the five elements of the Yuan Force in the space, like a black whirlpool in the stormy waves, ruthlessly devouring the sea water under the lightning and thunder.

"Break it for me!"

The furious Yuan Force burst out from Zhang Mochen's Heavenly Spirit with a hoarse roar, and shot out in the palm of his hand along the meridians, bombarding the Heavenly Dao Gate again. The colorful yuan force continued to erupt from the palm of the palm, forming a pillar of light in the air, and after the pillar of light collided with the gate of the Heavenly Dao, it was shattered, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, and the strong anti-shock air flow hit Zhang Mochen's cheeks, blowing his long hair up by the roots, and floating horizontally in the air. Losing the cover of his long hair, Zhang Mochen's immature face was exposed. The twitching white lips and the blood-red eyes that were enchanted looked very hideous under the reflection of the pillar of light of the Yuan Force.

"Poof......

After a short period of continuous impact, the light in the palm of his hand suddenly stopped, and in its place, a blood mist erupted from Zhang Mochen's mouth.

Zhang Mochen's eyes darkened, and his body fell down weakly.

In the ceremonial square, Zhang Tianfeng rushed straight to the center with an arrow step and hugged Zhang Mochen, who was already unconscious.