Looking at the square that seemed to have been ravaged by giant beasts, and the puddle of minced meat on the ground in the center of the square, the atmosphere in this space suddenly froze, and there was a dead silence in the audience.

Immediately, countless shocking eyes converged on the slender figure with an indifferent face. After a while, the sound of inhaling cold air sounded one after another.

At this moment, whether it was He Qiancang, Feng Huo, Ye Guxing and others, everyone's faces stiffened at this moment. No one thought that He Xuan, who had the peak strength of the Seven Patterns Breaking the Sky, faced Mo Zhiyao, he actually didn't have the slightest power to resist, and with one move, he would explode on the spot!

Moreover, what shocked them the most was that Mo Zhiyao's move just now did not urge even the slightest trace of spiritual power in his body at all, and that spiritual power giant palm was completely condensed by him mobilizing the heaven and earth aura in this space. This scene, so weird at the same time, is even more shocking!

"It's... How is this possible!" Feng Huo's footsteps trembled, and he almost couldn't stand steadily. He never imagined that Mo Zhiyao would be able to mobilize the heaven and earth aura of the outside world to such an incredible extent.

Feng Ke'er in the back, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Mo Zhiyao's body, in addition to shock, there was a different kind of strange flashing in his eyes.

After two years of separation, this young man who was almost engaged to him at the beginning has become so powerful. Today's Mo Zhiyao is already the kind of existence that needs to be looked up to.

After four months of penance in the Heavy Spirit Valley, Mo Zhiyao's control of the aura of heaven and earth, whether it was speed or quantity, had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even the extremely active heaven and earth aura in the Heavy Spirit Valley, he was able to mobilize it handily and do whatever he wanted, not to mention the heaven and earth aura here. Basically, as long as Mo Zhiyao's mind moves, the aura of heaven and earth here will be completely controlled by it.

"!" a roar exploded out of thin air. He Qian stood up from the stone chair violently, his eyes red, like a beast that had lost its mind. He never thought that He Xuan didn't even survive a move in front of Mo Zhiyao, and he ended up with a god destroyed.

He Xuan is his only son, but now, his only son was killed by Mo Zhiyao in front of his eyes. At this moment, He Qiancang had completely lost all his senses, and there was only one thought in his heart, kill Mo Zhiyao!

"Little bastard, give back my son's life!" He Qiancang roared, like a mad dog, howling and rushing towards Mo Zhiyao. The majestic and vast spiritual power surged out of his body like a storm, turning into a rolling torrent, and fiercely suppressed towards Mo Zhiyao.

The furious He Qiancang had forgotten his own strength.

"Hmph, since you sent it to the door yourself, then I'll let you reunite with He Xuan. Mo Zhiyao's eyes flickered coldly, and the corners of his lips provoked a cold arc. He Qiancang's cultivation is just the pinnacle of the Eight Lines. Compared to He Xuan, even if it is strong, it is only limited. In Mo Zhiyao's eyes, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Mo Zhiyao's figure did not move at all, just looking at He Qiancang who was rushing towards him with monstrous spiritual power in front of him. Then, I didn't see how he behaved, and the aura between the surrounding heaven and earth boiled again.

An unusually powerful sense of oppression swept away in an instant, suffocating.

In the next moment, everyone's eyes were shocked to see that the rioting heaven and earth aura suddenly spun up, and a huge vortex of spiritual power suddenly took shape.

And that He Qiancang's figure was in the very center of the spiritual power vortex. Moreover, the majestic aura that swirled around his body was actually out of his control at this moment and merged into the vortex of spiritual power around him. That appearance seemed to be deprived of his control over spiritual power by an invisible force.

At this moment, He Qiancang's reason, which had been lost due to anger, returned slightly. The situation in front of him made him suddenly sober up. At this time, he remembered that it seemed an extremely stupid move to challenge Mo Zhiyao with his own strength.

"Not good!" He Qiancang, who came to his senses, turned pale in an instant, and glanced at the aura vortex around him that contained the fluctuation of spiritual power that made his heart palpitate, and he didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, and his body retreated violently, intending to flee from here.

"What's the matter, don't you plan to avenge your son?" Mo Zhiyao looked at this scene with squinting eyes, and the smile on his face was extremely cold and sarcastic. "It's just that if you want to leave, you have to agree with me. ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and his heart moved, and the huge aura vortex spun at an astonishing speed.

In the whirlpool of spiritual energy that rotated at high speed, a terrifying force that was so sharp that even the void space was torn apart suddenly erupted. and then overwhelmingly involved He Qiancang.

"Ahh He Qiancang's heart was shocked, and his eyes were full of horror. Because he found that in this aura vortex, there was not only an irresistible absorbing force that he couldn't resist, so that he couldn't escape at all. Moreover, the sharp blades of power almost completely ignored his own defenses, and in a devastating and brutal attitude, they tore through all his spiritual protection like a bamboo, and then tore and cut his body inch by inch.

Crimson blood, mixed with minced flesh, shot out in the vortex of aura, and then was ruthlessly stirred into nothingness. The shadow of death instantly shrouded He Qiancang's heart, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Palace Master Meng, save me!" The approach of death made He Qiancang almost collapse. He knew that the only person who could save him now was Meng Yantian of the Fire God Palace.

"Mo Zhiyao, in front of the old man, you are not qualified to commit murder. As if in response to He Qiancang's plea for help, the void in a certain place suddenly rippled and fluctuated, and in an instant, a huge spiritual power palm shining with brilliant spiritual light burst out from the void there and grabbed He Qiancang who was trapped by the aura vortex.

On the palm of the spiritual power, there were clearly visible trench-like palm prints, exuding a strong fluctuation that made people palpitate. Under the interference of that fluctuation, the aura vortex seemed to be suppressed to the point of stagnation.

"Is it a strong person?" Feeling the powerful spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the palm of that spiritual power, Mo Zhiyao's eyebrows raised slightly, but the expression on his face did not show any obvious fluctuations.

A disdainful arc slowly lifted up at the corner of Mo Zhiyao's lips, but his eyes suddenly became cold.

"Saving people in front of me, only taking out this kind of offensive, you really think highly of yourself. ”

A terrifying aura of destruction suddenly diffused from the vortex of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth there actually became disordered.

"Boom!"

A faint voice came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth. The next moment, He Qiancang, who was ecstatic, suddenly froze on his face.

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering explosion of spiritual power resounded throughout the universe. A huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky. The violent spiritual power shock wave spread out like a tidal wave. At the edges, the space is distorted.

The giant palm of spiritual power that poked out of the void was hit head-on by the aura vortex that exploded. Then, twisted cracks burst open on its surface.

The aura shock wave containing terrifying power continuously hit the spiritual power palm, and finally, the spiritual power palm finally made an overwhelming cracking sound and shattered.

The wind was howling, and the space here was ravaged by the violent aura shockwave. The people and horses of the various sects belonging to different factions around them were suddenly knocked on their backs. Among them, there are many unlucky eggs who are too close, and they are bombarded so that blood sprays wildly, and one is planted in mid-air, and I don't know whether they are alive or dead.

And Feng Huo, Ye Guxing and others, although they were not far from the center of the explosion, but because they had Mo Zhiyao's support, they were not affected at all. In front of everyone, a faint spatial barrier, seemingly thin, but extremely strong, isolated the terrifying aftermath of the power without revealing it at all.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Feng Huo and the others' faces twitched, and their faces turned pale. Mo Zhiyao's methods are really ruthless and decisive, such a terrifying explosion of spiritual power, He Qiancang's fate, there is no need to say more. Slowly, he is the peak of the Eight Lines, I am afraid that the strong man in the early stage of metamorphosis fell into it, and I am afraid that he will not be able to escape death.

Among the people, Feng Ke'er and Ye Tian and Mo Zhiyao have been together for a while. Therefore, I have some understanding of the latter's mental means. I haven't seen him for more than two years, and the strength of the young man in front of him has skyrocketed to a terrifying level, and his ruthless style of acting is even worse than in the past.

The frantically raging spiritual storm, after lasting for dozens of breaths, finally showed signs of dissipating. In the sky, the chaotic spiritual power fluctuations slowly returned to stability, and finally, it completely calmed down.

Mo Zhiyao slowly raised his head, with a cold smile of disdain on his face, and looked towards the other side. There, there were dozens of figures, standing in the air. There was a deep look of horror in everyone's eyes.

And in the middle of the front of these people was an old man in a fiery red robe, surrounded by extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

The old man's beard and hair were all red in color, and from a distance, it looked like a ball of flame. The fiery spiritual power, like a fiery snake, swallowed and curled at the edge of its body. Waves of terrifying heat, diffusely, distorted the space in that place.

At this moment, the old man's face was quite gloomy, and there was obvious anger and murderous intent condensed in his eyes.

"Lord of the Fire God Palace, Meng Yantian?"

Mo Zhiyao looked at the red-haired old man who was staring at him, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became more and more chilling.