In the Nine Demon Realms, two figures stood in the air, confronting each other.

"Whew!"

Seeing that Mo Zhiyao had blocked the blow just now, the Necromantic King let out an angry roar, and the red glow in his eyes became even more intense. The scarlet gaze locked on Mo Zhiyao, and his whole body was full of lifelessness, rolling and sweeping, like wolf smoke rising.

"Boom!"

The Necromantic King, who had completely fallen into a rage, stomped heavily into the void with the soles of his feet, and his entire body turned into a streamer, rushing straight towards Mo Zhiyao. That kind of appearance is obviously to break this hateful guy who beat himself to pieces.

Mo Zhiyao looked up at this scene, his eyes flickering. This guy is really resistant to fighting, it seems that he has to move a little more seriously.

Then, Mo Zhiyao's figure flickered and disappeared in place. Somewhere, far away from the Necronomicon, the figure is revealed.

The monstrous demonic qi roared out from Mo Zhiyao's body, and behind him, in the turbulence of space, a full seven rounds of demonic yang emerged, and then turned into rolling black magma, merging and condensing.

Mo Zhiyao's hands quickly formed a seal in front of him, and waves of violent spiritual power fluctuations erupted like a mountain torrent. Obviously, this time Mo Zhiyao also used a strong hole card and did not plan to delay any longer.

Now that Mo Zhiyao has been promoted to the realm of the Eight Tribulations, the Nine Tribulations Demon Yang has also condensed the Eight Rounds. used the power of the Seven Suns, which shows that he also attaches great importance to this Necromantic King.

"Nine Tribulation Demon Yang, Seven Yang Kai!Ultimate Demon Soldier Form, Heavenly Demon Spear!"

Mo Zhiyao grasped the palm of his hand, and the black magma torrent quickly condensed in his palm, and then, a huge black magic spear was condensed and formed.

The shape of the magic spear is extremely hideous, and on the spear body, it is engraved with dense magic patterns, intertwined, outlining a forest demon face. A trace of strange red light lines circulated endlessly in it.

Terrifying power fluctuations emanated from the demon spear, and even a Nine Tribulation powerhouse like Zhou Lin would change color if he was here.

Mo Zhiyao was holding the magic spear, the cold light in his eyes was flowing, and the killing intent was permeated, staring at the Necromantic King in the distance opposite.

"Roar!"

The Necromantic King on the opposite side also sensed the magic spear in Mo Zhiyao's hand at this moment, and he suddenly felt a fatal death crisis, which made him let out a frightened roar.

The black swirling eyes, looking at the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear that was held in Mo Zhiyao's hand and held above his head, the figure that swept out suddenly stopped. Then, his body exploded suddenly, turning into a majestic piece of dead air, and spilling out in all directions.

As a necromancer, he was born with the ability to use the environment of this sea of dead fire to conceal his aura and movements. The reason why the Necronomicon King appeared in the form of a body before was because as the Necromantic King, he disdained to hide in this sea of fire like those ordinary necromancers.

With the primary intellect, he obviously has his own majesty, and he wants to show his unique and proud status in this way. And now, feeling the danger of destruction contained in the Heavenly Demon Spear, he decisively abandoned the so-called majesty of the king, intending to escape.

Unfortunately, the wishful thinking of the Necronomicon King was destined to fail. The reason why Mo Zhiyao set up the Nine Demon Realm was to suppress his strength, and the other was to prevent him from escaping.

Although it is said that the ghost can detect the fluctuations of the necromancy and lock its position. But his speed is far inferior to that of the Necronomicon King. If the Necronomicon King is bent on escaping, the Xuan Ghost will not be able to catch up at all. Moreover, Mo Zhiyao didn't have the time to chase him.

Looking at the Necromantic King who had turned into a dead spirit and fled, Mo Zhiyao smiled, and then his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Get out of here!"

The invisible power of shackles swept out and swept through this space. Suddenly, in a corner of the Nine Demon Realm, the space distorted and vibrate, and the figure of the Necromantic King emerged.

"In my field, you can't run if you want to!"

Mo Zhiyao smiled, then waved his arm fiercely, and suddenly, the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear in his palm directly pierced the void and appeared in front of the Necromantic King like a teleportation.

"Roar!"

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the Necromantic King was obviously completely forced out of his ferocity. Turning around, he roared, and the dead air in his whole body swept wildly, and then his body actually expanded at an astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Necromantic King's body skyrocketed to the size of a hundred zhang, and from a distance, it looked like a giant standing up to the sky.

The monstrous death qi roared out from the huge body of the Necronomicon King, turning into countless strange shadows, meeting the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear, in a vain attempt to corrode it.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A low explosion sounded suddenly, almost in unison. Although that deathly shadow possessed a terrifying corrosive vitality, it was vulnerable to the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear condensed by the seven rounds of demon sun.

The power contained in the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear was incomparably strong, and it was completely in a crushing and arrogant posture, shattering the shadows of the dead qi that it touched into nothingness in an instant.

"Poof!"

The shadows shattered and finally dissipated. And the Heaven Destroying Demon Spear swept straight down, and then stabbed into the heart of the Necromantic King.

Suddenly, the terrifying power raged like a storm, and the ripples of power like destruction exploded in the huge body of the Necronomicon King!

"Howl!"

A terrible scream rang out from the mouth of the Necronomicon King, echoing through the space. The terrifying power that exploded from the inside caused the majestic death qi in the Necromantic King's body to suddenly become chaotic and dissipate at an alarming speed.

With every explosion, the Necromantic King's body shrank and dimmed, and after a short moment, his huge body completely vanished, and the originally powerful and majestic death qi also dissipated.

In the sky, seeing that the Necromantic King was finally wiped out, Mo Zhiyao also breathed a sigh of relief, and the powerful spiritual power rippling around his body slowly converged, and then disappeared.

The next moment, Mo Zhiyao's hot gaze fell on the front. There, with the fall of the Necronomicon King, a cloud of emerald green liquid the size of a baby's skull was silently suspended in the air.

A wave of vitality that was so pure that even Mo Zhiyao was moved, with a faint fragrance, spread in this space. Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhiyao felt that everything in his body shook uncontrollably.

"What a pure vitality fluctuation!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes swelled with a thick color of shock, and then his body moved, and he appeared in front of the emerald green liquid.

The color of this mass of life pulp conceived by the Necromantic King is deeper than that of ordinary life jelly, and in it, an embryo-like object can be seen. In that embryo, there was a spiritual fluctuation, faintly, as if it had life, and it was agitated from time to time.

"This is ......" Looking at the living spirit pulp in front of him, Mo Zhiyao took a hard breath, and his face became a little red. "Soul Pulp!"

This spirit pulp conceived by the Necromantic King actually possessed a trace of spirituality because of the former's extremely powerful death qi.

The spirit pulp is born from the life spirit pulp, just like the king of the dead is to the ordinary dead spirit. The perception between the two is so far apart that it cannot be compared at all.

This Soul Pulp Tire was even more powerful than the thousands of Creatures Pulp that Mo Zhiyao had obtained before. If it is said that the success rate of ordinary living spirit pulp can increase the condensation of the law body in the early ancient period is thirty percent, then this living spirit pulp tire can increase this success rate to seventy percent or more!

It can be said that with this living soul pulp, Mo Zhiyao has basically declared that he can condense the Dharma body in the early stage of cultivation and promotion!

"It's really worthy of the Necromantic King, even the life spirit pulp that has been bred is so powerful. Mo Zhiyao smacked his lips, and the ecstasy in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Daddy!"

"Far away!"

The three figures, swept from a distance, were none other than Long Zhan, Qing Xin and Xuan Ghost. And the next moment, their eyes fell on the living soul slurry tire in front of Mo Zhiyao at the same time, and the expressions on their faces directly froze.

"Old, Daddy, don't tell me, this is a living pulp... Long Zhan licked his lips and said in a somewhat dry voice.

"It doesn't matter if it's a living pulp tire or not. Mo Zhiyao looked at this appearance of Long Zhan, suddenly blinked narrowly, and said. "The important thing is, do you want it?"

"I want it!"

Long Zhan was completely reflexive, snatched the living spirit pulp tire into his hand, and then widened his eyes, looked at Mo Zhiyao and said, "Dad, eating alone is a bad habit!"

"Poof!" Qing Xin on the side couldn't help but purse her lips and smile when she saw this, and her demeanor looked quite charming. "Why are you two always neither big nor small, it really doesn't look like father and son. ”

Mo Zhiyao smiled slightly embarrassedly at Qing Xin, then slapped Long Zhan on the back of the head, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, you are indispensable!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Zhiyao glanced around again, then turned around, motioned for the Xuan Ghost to show his body, and then landed on it with Qing Xin and the others.

"Next, let's go straight through this sea of dead fire. During this time, we are using it to absorb this living pulp. ”

As soon as the huge body of the ghost pattern turtle moved, it rushed forward.

The three of them sat cross-legged on the back of the ghost pattern turtle, Mo Zhiyao thought for a while, and then said to Qingqing and Long Zhan: "This group of creatures, I will take half of it, Zhan'er will get thirty percent, and Sister Qingxin, you will account for two percent, how about it?"

Mo Zhiyao's distribution is not because of selfishness and greed, but completely according to the qualifications and needs of each person.

Mo Zhiyao himself is different from ordinary people, and he has to give a part to Kong Ling's nine people and nine colors, so he has to go half. And Long Zhan, as the son of the dragon phoenix, naturally needs a greater share than Qing Xin.

Hearing this, Qing Xin shook his head after pondering for a moment.

"I don't need that much, as long as one percent is enough, and the rest, you two can divide it. ”

Regarding her own qualifications, Qingxin of course knows that twenty percent of the living soul slurry tire is actually Mo Zhiyao who has given her more.

"Dad, I don't need so much, two percent is enough. You also have to take care of your mother and Sister Kong Ling, and these two percent are still yours. Long Zhan thought about it for a moment, and then spoke.

Mo Zhiyao pondered for a moment and nodded. The relationship between the three of them does not need to be polite at all, so he did not shirk. After some deliberation, the Soul Pulp Tire was distributed.

Mo Zhiyao accounts for seventy percent, dragon battle two percent, and Qingxin one percent.