"Far away, I'd better come. The pinnacle of the Eight Patterns, if you can do this, it's already a miracle. The voice of the nine colors sounded in Mo Zhiyao's heart, and for Mo Zhiyao to be able to force the bones to this point, the nine colors had to praise Mo Zhiyao's demons.

However, the huge cultivation gap between the two is destined that Mo Zhiyao will not be Gusen's opponent, and if he fights again, Mo Zhiyao will definitely not escape death. That's why Nine Colors spoke up, planning to take action to solve Gusen.

"No, once your breath is exposed, then I can only hold it in Nanyuan in the future. "When Mo Zhiyao heard this, he hurriedly stopped the Nine Colors, the Chaos Level Spirit Treasure, once it was exposed, I am afraid that the entire Southern Region would go crazy for it. When the time comes, Mo Zhiyao will not be able to move an inch.

"You're like this, do you still want to be strong? If you continue to fight, you will definitely die!" Jiuse also knew what Mo Zhiyao was worried about, but in the current situation, Jiuse really couldn't see what Mo Zhiyao could do to kill Gusen.

"Don't worry, this old dog is going to die today, and you don't need to make a move. Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with blood, and his tone was full of confidence.

"What? are you serious?" Jiu Se was taken aback when she heard this, but she knew Mo Zhiyao's temperament and would not talk too much, since she dared to say so, she would definitely be sure that she could do it.

Mo Zhiyao didn't speak, and stared coldly at Gu Sen, who was full of hideous faces and walked towards him. The left hand was raised, seemingly unintentionally covering the left eye, but it was hiding the brilliant silver brilliance that quietly spread rapidly from the depths of the eye.

"Little bastard, today this seat has to dig out your primordial spirit alive, and then refine your body into a yin puppet, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in this seat!" Gu Sen's face was already filled with rage and hideousness, and his eyes were red as he looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him, and roared almost like a roar.

For Gu Sen, who was already mad, Mo Zhiyao still had that cold appearance, and there was even an extremely disdainful look in his eyes, which made Gu Sen even more furious.

"Boy, I'm going to cut out these eyes of yours first!" Gu Sen was obviously furious to the point of uncontrollable rage, roared angrily, and his body swept like lightning, rushing straight to Mo Zhiyuan.

The figure of Gu Sen reflected in his eyes became larger and larger, until he was only a few zhang away, and a trace of Sen Han's arc with mockery rose at the corner of Mo Zhiyao's mouth. Immediately, Mo Zhiyao put down the palm that had been covering his left eye, and an ethereal, dream-like silver brilliance appeared in Gu Sen's sight.

"Peng!" The low sound of flesh colliding sounded, and Gu Sen's palm knife pierced through Mo Zhiyao's chest fiercely, blood overflowed, and the vitality in Mo Zhiyao's eyes passed quickly, and finally hung on Gu Sen's arm, and a drop of red blood fell to the ground.

"Poof!" Gu Sen's other palm, bent into a claw, mercilessly inserted into Mo Zhiyao's lower abdomen, and in the terrible scream, a primordial god was dug out alive.

"Hahahaha! Dead!Little bastard, dare to go against this seat, this is the end!" Gu Sen grabbed Mo Zhiyao's Yuan Shen who was screaming with one hand, and laughed wildly in his voice, his voice full of perverted pleasure.

Only, if all this is true......

Looking at Gu Sen, who had empty eyes and a weird smile on his face, Mo Zhiyao's face set off a cold arc that made people chill to the bone, and then turned his palm, and the Blue Blood Soul Devouring Bow was directly erected in front of him, and the demon core obtained by killing the Fire Spirit Fierce Ape King was directly pressed into the hole groove, drumming out the few remaining spiritual power in his body, and pulling the bowstring apart.

The Mirage Demon Pupil has almost exhausted all of Mo Zhiyao's spiritual power, and because of Gu Sen's cultivation, it can only make him fall into the illusion for a moment, Mo Zhiyao no longer has the time and strength to kill him, he can only rely on the power of the Blue Blood Soul Devouring Bow and the Fire Spirit Fierce Ape King Demon Core to have a glimmer of possibility!

Sure enough, Gu Sen's empty eyes only lasted for a moment, and he regained his clarity again, but in such a short time, he was already doomed!

"Let's Die"

Mo Zhiyao's low murmuring voice was like the scythe of death, wielding the arc of the Netherworld!

"Peng!" With a slight sound of the bowstring trembling, a wisp of black light turned into the demon core of the Fire Spirit Fierce Ape King in the late stage of the Six-Pattern Merge Dao, with a sharp hissing sound, tore through the void and pierced towards the Bone Forest.

And at the moment when the sharp arrow left the string, exhausted all his physical strength and spiritual power, and had completely reached his own limit, Mo Zhiyao, whose body was straight and upright, fell on his back, and his eyes were black for a while.

"Bastard!"

Above the hideous face, it was already so white that it was beyond measure, and the moment of trance just now made him lose the opportunity to dodge Mo Zhiyao's final blow, and in the face of the oncoming arrow of destruction, a touch of madness, quickly climbed into his eyeballs!

"Let me die, you can come down with me!" Gu Sen's face was distorted like a ghost, and all the spiritual power in his body was gathered on his right fist, and then, a punch blasted out!

The highly condensed spiritual power formed a giant fist of spiritual power that seemed to be substantial, but it crossed an arc, avoiding the oncoming spiritual power arrows, and with a thunderous sonic boom, it fell fiercely on Mo Zhiyao's chest.

The last ray of sight made Mo Zhiyao see the spiritual power giant fist coming from his chest, and a wry smile rose from the corner of his mouth, at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, so he could only watch the fist come to his body.

"Peng!" With a muffled sound, Mo Zhiyao's body trembled violently, and the sound of cracking bones that made the scalp explode came into his ears, and a sharp pain spread to his whole body like lightning, and immediately all his internal organs trembled, and a mouthful of scarlet blood finally couldn't help but spurt out.

The body fell straight down in mid-air, and then a wave of dizziness surged out of the depths of his mind irrepressibly, and Mo Zhiyao's consciousness completely fell into the endless dark abyss. It's just that at the last moment of losing his sanity, Mo Zhiyao seemed to hear a heaven-shattering roar, that is, the voice of Great Elder Zuo Changfeng......

Walking in the boundless darkness, time has lost its meaning, and vaguely, Mo Zhiyao seems to hear a lot of voices calling for him. Smoke and rain in the east, Junziqian, Dream Chaxi, Yu Tong, Chixiao......

It's just that the tiredness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow makes Mo Zhiyao unable to open his eyes until one day after I don't know how long......

The warm and warm sunlight is scattered on the body through the window lattice, warm and with a hint of laziness. Mo Zhiyao stretched out his hand to block the somewhat dazzling sunlight, and twisted his head slightly. What came into view was a familiar room, but Mo Zhiyao's thinking was a little paused, and he turned around for a long time before he finally reacted, this is his residence in Nanyuan.

"I'm back in Nanyuan?" After a moment of distraction, Mo Zhiyao tried hard to recall that after the battle with Gusen that day, the last moment before falling into a coma, it seemed that the Great Elder Zuo Changfeng had arrived.

I tried hard to support my body, but I was defeated by the sudden severe pain caused by my whole body, and I couldn't help but snort from between my lips.

"I didn't expect that the injury would be so serious and so miserable. Mo Zhiyao lay down weakly again, frowned, and smiled a little helplessly.

After running the spiritual power in his body, Mo Zhiyao realized how badly he should have been injured this time. The meridians of the whole body seemed to be blocked, and even the operation of spiritual power showed signs of stagnation.

"Master, you're awake!" a voice full of joy sounded in his heart, and it was the resentful of them.

"Hmm, how long have I been in a coma this time?" Mo Zhiyao could hear the deep worry contained in the voices of several spirit treasures.

"A month. Nine-colored's voice was still so cold, but it was not difficult to hear the trace of worry in it.

"A month, so long?" Mo Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, with his own physique and the treatment of nine colors, how could he be in a coma for such a long time?

"What's the matter? You still haven't been too long? With your injuries that day, no one else can survive!"

"Alas, Joan is right. Fusing the three origin spirit beasts, he also squeezed out all the spiritual power in his body, and the combat power beyond his own limit exploded, especially in the end, he was hit desperately by Gusen, and almost all the meridians and bones in your body were broken. A month in a coma is already good. Jiuse said lightly, but there was no blame in his tone. Mo Zhiyao broke out like this that day, and it was also a helpless move.

"It's so heavy?" Mo Zhiyao's face twitched when he heard this, and then he knew what a tragic situation he had fought in that day's vicious fight.

"Squeaky. While he was talking, the door was pushed open, and a girl figure exuding a faint fragrance quietly walked into the room, and when she saw Mo Zhiyao, who had woken up on the bed, a cry full of surprise came from the mouth of the visitor.

"Cheng Mo!" The choked voice, accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind, rushed over with rain and poured into Mo Zhiyao's arms. Just such an action made the latter grin for a long time.

"Zhiyao, are you awake?" The sound of the eastward smoke and rain was not small, and suddenly a large group of people swarmed in from outside the house, it was Junziqian and the others.

"Far away, you're awake. On the faces of the gentlemen and the people, there was a color of ecstasy. Mo Zhiyao could see that during this time, these people were worried and anxious about themselves, and immediately, a warm current quietly crossed his heart.

The intrusion of everyone made Dongliu Yanyu embarrassed to continue to lie in Mo Zhiyao's arms, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and gently helped Mo Zhiyao up and leaned on the head of the bed.

"Zhiyao, you kid is really good!" Jun Ziqian looked at Mo Zhiyao, gave a thumbs up, smacked his lips, and there was a look of horror and admiration in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Yes, your kid is now a celebrity among Nanyuan's disciples. Even the peak of the Eight Patterns of Convergence has been killed, you are amazing!" Yu Tong's beautiful eyes rippled with brilliance, looking at Mo Zhiyao and said.

"Gu Sen is dead?" Mo Zhiyao was slightly stunned, when he sent the final blow that day, his mind fell into a semi-comatose state, and as for the final outcome, he didn't know at all.