The tornado blows into the hole with residual energy, scrapes through the moonlight laurel tree, and brings up the dead leaves in the sky, which looks extremely bleak.

The Laurel Tree Emperor, which was originally dense and vibrant, was now sparsely branched and leafy, and the soft halo that shrouded the surroundings had dimmed so much that it was almost invisible, and he looked like he was dying.

Mo Zhiyao, who was sitting on it, had a solemn demeanor, a faint brilliance all over his body, and a burst of awe-inspiring breath, like a stormy wave, surging in all directions.

The sound of "beep" sounded, and the branches of the Laurel Tree withered and broke one after another, falling to the ground.

Xu is because of the sound of the branches falling to the ground, which made Mo Zhiyao slowly open his eyes, his completely restrained eyes, calm as water, and there was no trace of breath overflowing around his body, giving people a feeling of integrating into everything.

On the left arm, on the upper part of the arm bend, there are eight human patterns and eight magic patterns, which are clearly visible. And the golden moonlight in Nayu was condensed, and only three were left.

The spiritual power and life essence required to promote the Qi Gathering and Demon Whirlwind Realm, and condense the human pattern and the magic pattern, have all skyrocketed. The previous moonlight was condensed, and it fully improved the three human lines. After being promoted, fifteen moonflowers were condensed, and Mo Zhiyao was promoted to the eight realms of the Qi Gathering Realm.

And the vast sea of life essence of the Moonflower Laurel Emperor was now almost exhausted, and it was only before the eight magic patterns of the Demon Vortex Realm were condensed. It can be seen that after the promotion, Mo Zhiyao's need to condense the double pattern is amazing.

Although the price is not expensive, the strength of the improvement is also terrifying! Now Mo Zhiyao, he is absolutely confident in the gentleman's moderation! The fusion of demons and spirits is not as simple as one plus one.

A punch was struck, the void exploded, and the punch passed, and circles of air ripples visible to the naked eye spread in all directions. Follow the cave into the distance. Mo Zhiyao withdrew his right fist, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth made people feel cold.

"Demon Decision" records not only the method of cultivating demons, but also the method of exercises! When he successfully promoted to the realm of demon vortex, a method of cultivating demonic skills appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind.

"Magical Soul"!

The sonic exercises are said to be magic sounds, but they are driven by magic energy, shaking the void, silent, formless, colorless, and weird, which makes people unguardable.

If it is other types of magic skills, Mo Zhiyao will have a little headache. After all, his strength is still weak, and the matter of cultivating demons cannot be exposed. Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, Mo Zhiyao will not perform magic skills.

But this "Demon Sound Dementor" is different, even if it is displayed, it will not reveal the details. Because there are similar methods in the exercises of the human world, but they are extremely rare and rare.

The difference is only that one is driven by spiritual power, and the other is driven by magic power.

Mo Zhiyao is already familiar with the method of cultivation, and he is just waiting to practice it.

There was a clear roar in the sky, shaking in all directions.

"Huh!" A pair of condensed wings spread out on Mo Zhiyao's back, with a wingspan of nearly two feet. The wings shook, bringing a hurricane, and Mo Zhiyao soared into the sky, rushing directly to the hole above his head.

With seventeen human patterns and seventeen magic patterns, Mo Zhiyao can already completely control Ling Xiao, and when he uses it, he is handy, and there is no reluctance.

The Moonflower Laurel Emperor under him, Mo Zhiyao did not rush to kill it all, absorbing all its life essence, leaving it with a glimmer of life. Leave a line in everything, Mo Zhiyao does not want to do things, natural treasures, has its own spirituality, if it is a deep blessing, you can still rejuvenate again, cultivate spiritual wisdom, but I don't know how many years later.

The body was like an arrow, shooting into the eye of the wind, ignoring the fierce wind around him, Mo Zhiyao soared upward, and broke away from the eye of the tornado.

Even a monk above the Nayuan realm can't do it as easily as Mo Zhiyao, which shows how strong Mo Zhiyao, who has both demon and spiritual qi, and who is also a cultivator and a demon!

"Hahahaha! I'm out!" The sea is wide and the feeling of the sky is high and the birds are flying, which makes Mo Zhiyao extremely happy and laughs loudly. There is endless wanton and arrogance in the laughter!

Looking down below, the laurel tree is still standing proudly, but the moonlight on it is solid, and it has been all picked, and it seems that it has been picked away by the gentleman.

Looking around, I didn't see Jun Ziqian's figure, it seems that he should have left here.

Regarding Jun Ziqian's departure, Mo Zhiyao was not annoyed in his heart. In a vicious fight with the blue-eyed color-winged lizard that day, Jun Ziqian was also seriously injured, and this is already the hinterland of the Black Lotus Mountain Range, with all kinds of demon beasts everywhere. Among them, there are many demon beasts that are almost the same as the strength of the blue-eyed color-winged lizard, and staying here is purely looking for death.

When Mo Zhiyao's eyes swept over the top of the cliff, his expression was stunned. A huge tree trunk, stripped of its bark, stands on the ground. The pen on the dragon and snake, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing engraved with a few lines of handwriting.

"Brother Yao, Ziqian was seriously injured and couldn't go deep into the bottom of the cliff to find out. But Ziqian looks at your face, not like a short-lived person, and you have a deep fortune. If the brother can get out of danger, return to Iwaki quickly, and go to Jun's house to find Ziqian, then Ziqian will drink 300 cups with you!"

"Three hundred cups, don't feel distressed when you arrive. ”

Mo Zhiyao's eyebrows twitched, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and between the lines, he could see that Junziqian was by no means pretentious, but sincere. For this young man who has been getting along for two months, is easy-going on the surface, but is actually arrogant and talented, Mo Zhiyao has a good impression.

"Mo Lang, and the elders of the Mo family, I'm Mo Zhiyao, I'll be back soon!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes turned cold, he turned his head to look in the other direction, and his wings waved behind him, turning into a streamer, flying straight in the direction of Iwaki.

Iwaki, Mo's house.

The annual competition among the clans is the most anticipated event for all the young people of the Mo family. How many unknown Mo's side teenagers on weekdays have taken this opportunity to emerge and become a blockbuster.

The children of the Mo family don't pay much attention to this ****, but for those teenagers who are sidelines and concubines, it is a great opportunity to leap into the dragon gate. As long as you perform well in it, you will have the opportunity to worship under one of the elders and thus become one of the lineages again.

Descendants, collateral families, and concubines, although they are all children of the Mo family, the resource treatment they enjoy is like a moat. Especially those concubines, whose status is only higher than those guards, can only enjoy a little of the resources of some clans. To put it bluntly, it's just eating other people's leftovers. Good things don't come in turn, and evil things rush ahead.

Therefore, those Mo teenagers who are sidelines and concubines are all gearing up, ready to show their strength and talent in the clan competition.

It's a pity that there are only a few people who can soar to the sky through the clan comparison. Unless the talent is amazing, how can the children of the descendants who take what they want can compare with the little resources they enjoy?

Mofu, the central martial arts arena.

The crowd is surging, and the sound is like a tide. As far as the eye can see, no less than 2,000 people have gathered here. Among them, 1,000 are the clan guards who maintain order, and about 300 of them are the Mo clan teenagers who participated in the clan competition, and as for the others, they are all young elders of various families who came to watch the battle.

"Elder Mo Lang, your young master Mo Heng is really a blockbuster, I can't imagine that at a young age, he can be promoted to the realm of gathering qi with five human patterns, and he is also a rare talent in the clan, he will definitely be able to shine in the future, he is really a tiger father without a dog!"

"yes, yes. Jiangmen Huzi, a double master, but that's it!"

"But no, look at that rubbish in my house, alas, don't mention it, as soon as I talk about him, I am full of anger. ”

A group of clansmen surrounded Mo Lang, who was wearing a red robe, and praised Mo Lang's face like a blooming chrysanthemum, and his expression was full of ambition and a little forgetful.

Although Mo Heng said that his arms were broken by Mo Zhiyao, he only knew a few high-ranking people in the clan. People who know such as Mo Yang and Mo Hang, taken by the ferocity of Mo Lang's father and son, dare to talk nonsense, they are all tight-lipped and silent. As for the high-level members of the clan, they naturally would not publicize it, even if it was Elder Xuanyu, they didn't bother to do such things, so this matter did not spread within the clan.

"Hahaha, that kid in my family, how can he be as good as you say, just barely. If you have anything to do in the future, just ask, I can help, and I will not refuse!" Mo Lang said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, I'm going to have to rely on you a lot from now on!" the group of clansmen who patted the horses were overjoyed when they heard this, and they were waiting for this sentence. It seems that if it weren't for the fact that the here and now is not suitable, I am afraid that I will have to speak directly.

"Okay guys, let's talk about it later, the gate of the mansion will always be open to you!" Mo Lang glanced at the people around him meaningfully, and said with a pun. "The clan competition is about to start, and the old man will be lost first!"

Mo Lang threw off his robe, separated the crowd, and strode towards the main stage.

On the main platform, thirteen seats are lined up at the top, and in the middle is naturally the patriarch Mo Wanjun. Beside Mo Wanjun, there was a beautiful girl. Dressed in colorful clothes, he outlines a convex and concave proud figure, and his straight and straight facial features look delicate and lovely. It is Mo Wanjun's daughter, Mo Ning'er.

On Mo Wanjun's left-hand side, sitting was the Great Elder Mo Tianyuan. On Mo Tianyuan's side, there stood a young man, his body as straight as a gun, dressed in white, embroidered with blue patterns. The slender figure, the face is handsome, exuding a masculine atmosphere, but the look in the eyes is a little cold, and the hands are behind the back, and there is a momentum that looks down on the world. It is Mo Tianyuan's only grandson and the undisputed first person of the Mo clan's current generation, Mo Haoming.

Mo Lang, who stepped up, sat on Mo Wanjun's right hand with a big thorn. Elder Xuanyu, on the other hand, sat at the end of the row.

Being able to sit on an equal footing with the Great Elder Mo Tianyuan shows how rapidly Mo Lang's power in the clan has developed in the past two years. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Elder Xuanyu who was sitting at the end, Mo Lang's face turned cold, he snorted, and turned his head.

In the past two years, Mo Lang's power has expanded extremely rapidly, but he has been closely following the footsteps of the patriarch Mo Wanjun and the great elder Mo Tianyuan, so the two of them turned a blind eye and let it develop.