As soon as the words fell, Zi Xiang suddenly slapped towards Mo Ling.

The purple palm's wind was fierce and had a faint gray cyclone, but with the power of one palm, it was not something that a cultivator who had just entered the martial spirit realm could do.

This palm is extremely fast, and it shoots quickly when people are unprepared, as if it is eager to kill the other party, and does not care about morality at all.

Mo Ling was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the other party to make a sudden move, but for this kind of sudden attack, Mo Ling had long been accustomed to it in the process of cultivation in his previous life.

But Mo Ling was very shocked by the strength of the purple shirt in his heart, this strength was far beyond his imagination, and this gray cyclone was even more weird, and the power or cyclone exuded by ordinary cultivators was also invisible, and this gray cyclone surprised Mo Ling a lot.

"Shadow Patrol Technique!" Mo Ling didn't dare to greet him, his body moved, and his whole body flashed to the side like a meteor.

The palm of the purple placket went empty, but the palm wind of this palm actually hit a copper furnace behind Mo Ling, and the copper furnace that was full of thousands of catties was impacted, and immediately exploded in all directions.

The surrounding disciples ran frantically towards the door, and due to the large number of disciples, several disciples were hit by the fragments of this copper furnace and had fallen in a pool of blood.

Seeing that his palm was missed, Zi Xiang immediately jumped in the air, and threw a punch straight at Mo Ling's head.

"Xingyi Fist?" Mo Ling exclaimed.

'Xingyi Fist' is the core martial art of Kuyang Mountain, this kind of martial art is to instill all the spiritual elements in the body into the fist, so that the spiritual power conjured in the body is tightly wrapped, forming a huge qi-shaped fist outside the fist. The power of this fist is to expand the power of the fist according to its own spiritual reserves.

Once this Xingyi Fist is issued, as long as your spirit yuan reserves are sufficient, its power can completely shatter the opponent's defense, and if it hits you directly, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

This martial art was passed on to Zijiao by Mo Ling.

For a low-level and remote sect like the Qingyun Sect in Falling Sun City, the highest martial arts were just ordinary martial arts such as the 'Stone Broken Palm'.

And Mo Ling was a personal disciple of Kuyang Mountain, the first sect in Kyushu Realm, and Mo Ling learned almost all kinds of martial arts in Kuyang Mountain, and the high-level martial arts and exercises were all rotten in Kuyang Mountain, and in this life, Mo Ling always thought that it was impossible for him to step into the ranks of cultivation, and his relationship with Zi Xiang was very good, so he passed it on to her.

Unexpectedly, now she lifted a stone to shoot herself in the foot, and she actually used the martial arts she taught her to deal with herself.

"Macaroni!"

After speaking, Mo Ling's fingertips suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

This strong light was like a candle in the dark night, and it hit directly on Xingyi Fist.

"Boom!"

After the macaroni finger hit the Xingyi fist, the speed of the white light on the fingertip suddenly accelerated, like lightning through the defense formed by the spiritual power outside the purple fist, and went straight to the entire arm of the purple fist.

In this blow, Mo Ling did not use his special move to Yang Xuanhuo. Instead, he used the zero yuan of the demon pill in the dantian to send a blow, and the Zhiyang Xuanhuo Mo Ling has always regarded it as his last special move, and he usually doesn't use it.

But what I didn't expect was that the demon pill in Mo Ling's body seemed to have a restraining effect on the purple shirt.

The white light came out of the shoulder directly through the purple arm, as easy as cutting tofu.

Zi Xiang stabilized her figure, looked at Mo Ling's face with a burst of horror at first, and then quietly looked back at her arm, which seemed to have no pain at all, as if it was not hers. Purple Shirt's face was pale, but there was a smile.

Mo Ling looked straight at Zijiao, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Hee-hee......-hee

Mo Ling knew that what he was facing at this time must be the combination of the purple shirt and the demon beast in his body.

I haven't waited for Moring to think about it yet. Suddenly, a gray gas emitted from behind Zijiao, and the blood flowing from her arm was painted as a blood mist, merging with the gray gas. A strong smell of blood filled the entire Crime Hall.

At this time, the disciples in the criminal hall had already run out, leaving only Mo Ling and Zijiao.

The color of the gas grew larger and stronger, and then quickly approached the ink spirit.

At this time, Zi Xiang's body was also surrounded by this gray gas, and only the strange laughter of "Hee Hee ......" could be heard.

At this moment, there were countless humanoid skeletons conjured from the gray gas. The expression of each skeleton was very hideous and terrifying, as if it was suffering incomparably pain and suffering.

If you talk about martial arts, Mo Ling can spell it together, but this strange scene Mo Ling is also the first time to come into contact with it. Whether it is in this life or in a previous life, Mo Ling is practicing in the sect, and the martial arts fighting skills that he has been exposed to are also the competition between the disciples of the city, and he has never seen such a strange thing.

What's more, the Mo Ling in the previous life only lived to be fifteen years old, and the Mo Ling in this life is only seventeen years old.

Mo Ling couldn't help but take a step back.

At this time, the entire criminal hall was full of complaints and roars, as if countless unjust souls were crying at the same time. And these hideous faces, with their big mouths open, suddenly overwhelming like Mo Ling, as if they were going to devour Mo Ling instantly.

"Concentrate!" Suddenly, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Mo Ling's belief.

Mo Ling's heart was overjoyed, knowing that it was the voice of the master's face.

Mo Ling didn't have time to think about it, and immediately concentrated on running the spirit element in his body.

In an instant, suddenly a halo of light appeared within Mo Ling's dantian, and then a powerful spirit element burst out, forming a barrier around Mo Ling.

The hideous face of the "Zizi ......" turned into gray gas, touched the barrier in front of Mo Ling, and immediately emitted a fishy smell.

Then an even more tyrannical aura and mourning resounded throughout the criminal hall.

The gray gas gradually faded, revealing a purple figure.

"I guessed right, the Ancestor's Demon Pill is indeed in your body!" Zi Xiang looked at Mo Ling and said with a smile.

"What's the matter, do you think you can take it back?" Mo Ling smiled faintly.

Immediately understood what the monster on the other side was. The medicine in his body is the demon pill of the Fire Yang Beast, since he said that the demon pill in his body is its ancestor, then he must also be the Fire Yang Beast.

"Then I'll try to see how capable you are!"

At this time, Zijiao's face had completely changed, and it was almost impossible to see the face of a woman, it was completely the face of a demon beast.

It seems that in order to kill himself, Zi Xiang can be said to be willing to do whatever it takes.