"Whew!"

The piercing sound of corrosion sounded, and Mo Zhiyao's scalp was a little numb as he looked at the place that was only a finger away from his body, and the spiritual power of the two colors of emerald green and black was violently corroding each other.

The pure Transformation Wood Spirit continued to surge out of Mo Zhiyao's body, tightly wrapping his entire body in it, isolating the death qi containing terrifying power, making it impossible for him to take half a step.

Seeing that the Transforming Wood Spirit was indeed able to resist the erosion of that dead qi, Mo Zhiyao's heart was also relieved. But on the skin on the surface of the body, the brilliant golden red luster flowed endlessly, and under the light, the dragon phoenix scale armor all emerged. The fate of the middle-aged man before is vivid. The horror of the dead air in this black death curtain, Mo Zhiyao was also quite palpitating. Therefore, the means of protection are also done to the greatest extent.

"The forces of life and death are diametrically opposed, and they are incompatible with each other. Mo Zhiyao exerted his speed to the limit and swept forward, while his eyes flickered at the two spiritual powers that were violently corroding each other.

"If you want to break through to the realm of incarnation, you need to perfectly fuse this power of life and death to form a chain of life and death, and now it seems that it is not easy to fuse these two spiritual powers in one place. ”

Now Mo Zhiyao is already in the void-breaking realm of the Nine Patterns, and he is only one step away from the transformation level. And unlike the previous Eight Patterns of the Void Breaking Realm, as long as the cultivation breaks through to the Ninth Pattern of the Void Breaking, then the birth of death qi begins in the body. Dead qi does not appear until it breaks through to the realm of metamorphosis.

And what a monk who has reached this realm has to do is to accumulate the dead qi in his body to the same level as his life, and then condense and compress it, perfect compatibility, and finally turn it into a chain of life and death. When the chain of life and death is formed, it can break through to the early stage of metamorphosis.

Whether it is a human monk or a demon beast, as long as it is a living being, there is a steady stream of vitality in the body. So, in this respect, anger is not lacking for monks. What is missing is just dead air.

And this kind of death qi, although it was born in the body after being promoted to the Nine Lines Breaking the Sky, but that kind of speed was quite slow, and it was quite difficult to accumulate enough to condense the chain of life and death. Moreover, with each level of promotion, the death qi required to condense the chain of life and death also became more and more majestic. Therefore, the time it takes to ascend to each line of the Transformation Realm is quite long. Some monks took nearly a hundred years to condense a chain of life and death. Many people, until the time comes, have not been able to break through the realm of incarnation, and can only end up with hatred.

Fortunately, this kind of dead qi does not have to be born on its own, and can be obtained by some other means. For example, you can find a place where the dead air is strong and absorb the dead air, which is also the most common method. Of course, there is another bloody way to obtain death gas, and that is a large number of killings, and every life that falls will have a trace of death breath born.

A more direct and convenient way to obtain it is to kill the powerhouses of the Transformation Realm, and then seize the death qi in their bodies. It's just that this method is quite dangerous. Being able to elevate cultivation to the realm of incarnation is not a simple thing. If one is not careful, he can't kill someone, but he will be killed by someone, that is to steal chickens and rice.

Therefore, this Shouyang Mountain Range has become a holy place for cultivation in the hearts of many strong people. There are countless strong people who gather here to cultivate every day.

"As long as I can get that Devouring Swamp Spirit, and then cooperate with the Transformation Wood Spirit, after being promoted to the Transformation Realm, the speed of cultivation will definitely be extremely fast!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes were fiery, and his palms slowly clenched. "I'm going to get it!"

"Whew!"

Mo Zhiyao increased his speed to the extreme, and the friction caused by the high speed caused him to leave behind him a brilliant tail of fire, which evaporated a lot of the rich dead qi around him.

And under his gallop, it only took dozens of breaths to rush out of the black curtain of death.

Rushing out of the black curtain of death, Mo Zhiyao stopped his figure, glanced back at the black waterfall hanging in the sky, exhaled lightly, slowly gathered the surging spiritual power on his body, and at the same time dispersed the dragon and phoenix scale armor on his skin.

"Then Chu Xing'er and a few people, who entered this place before me, it seems that I have to hurry up. Turning around, Mo Zhiyao raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but in his field of vision, he didn't see any figure, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he thought in his heart.

Then, Mo Zhiyao didn't hesitate any longer, his figure flickered, turned into a streamer, and swept towards the depths of the area.

Mo Zhiyao's speed was extremely fast, and with the guidance of the spiritual power imprint left by the Nine Tribulation Ancestor back then, he didn't take any detours, and rushed straight towards the final destination.

In such a hurry, after a short time in the past, Mo Zhiyao found that in front of him, the shadow saw a few familiar figures by mistake.

Narrowing his gaze, it was Chu Xing'er, Yan Yang, Yue Shan and Li Kong.

Mo Zhiyao's arrival naturally immediately attracted the attention of the four of Chu Xing'er. A few glances were suddenly projected. When they found out that the person who came turned out to be Mo Zhiyao, there was a look of surprise in the eyes of several people. Obviously, they didn't expect that this nameless boy who had never heard of it would be able to successfully break through the obstruction of the black death.

After Chu Xing'er glanced at Mo Zhiyao lightly, he withdrew his gaze. Although she was a little shocked that the latter was able to come here, no matter who came, it didn't have any impact on her. Of the five places, she will inevitably occupy one place.

Yan Yang's slightly aggressive gaze swept over Mo Zhiyao's body, and there was a look of interest in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he turned his head away.

Yue Shan, who was as strong as a small mountain, looked at Mo Zhiyao and smiled, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a fleeting coldness. And this coldness did not escape Mo Zhiyao's sharp gaze.

As for the sharp sky, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze moved towards Mo Zhiyao, and in his eyes, a dazzling essence flashed, and after a while, the sharpness gradually weakened, and after taking a deep look at Mo Zhiyao, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

And for the different gazes of these people, Mo Zhiyao was indifferent, and his expression was unwavering. Volleyed into the air, came to a place not far from them, and stood still.

Mo Zhiyao's gaze passed over these people and looked ahead. I saw that a thousand feet in front of me was a black swamp that occupied the entire field of vision, and the rich lifeless qi fluctuated, showing a state of smoke, coiling over the swamp, making the space in that place appear to be in a strange distorted state. Moreover, Mo Zhiyao also found that on the surface of the death swamp, there was a faint layer of black waves at this moment, slowly circulating.

"It seems that this is the so-called swamp of death. Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed, and his heart tightened slightly. He could feel that from the endless black swamp, there was an extremely palpitating wave of death.

"Far away, the spiritual imprint left by the old master is in the deepest part of the death swamp. The nine-colored voice sounded in Mo Zhiyao's heart.

"Hmm. Mo Zhiyao bowed slightly, and then glanced at the four people in front of him. The few people in front of them showed no signs of moving, as if they were waiting for something.

And just when Mo Zhiyao had some doubts in his heart, Yue Shan, who was sturdy, suddenly said angrily: "How is this death swamp different from previous years? Not only did the black death curtain appear in the wrong place, but even the time when the black curtain dispersed was delayed for so long. ”

"What's the hurry? There's still time to do it anyway. The darkness will not disperse, and we will not be able to enter. Besides, what if someone else is able to break into here? Yan Yang tilted his head and glanced at Yue Shan, and said lightly. At the same time, his gaze also glanced at Mo Zhiyao seemingly unintentionally.

Mo Zhiyao's heart suddenly moved when he heard this, and his eyes fell on the waves that were slowly circulating on the surface of the death swamp. It seems that that layer of light is what Yan Yang said in his mouth. And listen to the meaning, if this black evil is not dispersed, it will not be able to enter the depths of this death swamp.

At the same time, Mo Zhiyao also heard another meaning in Yanyang's words. There are only five places to enter the depths of the Death Swamp, and if anyone else can pass through the Black Death Veil, the number will be exceeded. And Yanyang's meaning is obvious, he wants to completely determine these five places.

"You're right, so just wait. Yue Shanhan smiled, nodded, and immediately, glanced at Mo Zhiyao with a meaningful gaze.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes drooped, and he turned a blind eye. It's just that in the depths of that look, there is a trace of coldness climbing up. "It seems that everyone thinks I'm a soft persimmon........."

And under such a quiet wait, time passed quietly, and after half an hour, Mo Zhiyao's expression suddenly moved. At the same time, Yan Yang, Yue Shan and Li Kong in front of him also turned their heads almost at the same time, looking at the back, but Chu Xing'er did not react at all. A pair of bright eyes, still looking coldly at the circulating black gang.

"Whew!"

A sharp sound of breaking the sky sounded, and a figure shot from behind, and in a few flashes, it stopped not far from a few people.

Someone came, Mo Zhiyao had seen it, and it was one of the few people who stood in front of the black curtain of death before. Unexpectedly, after following Mo Zhiyao, he also successfully broke through.

Later, dressed in yellow, had a hideous scar on his face, which stretched from his left eye to the right side of his neck, as if it had split his entire face in two.

That scar, like a hideous centipede, made this person look extremely fierce and powerful.

"Yes, I didn't think that Han Wu would be able to break through that black curtain of death. Yan Yang looked at the man and said with a light smile, and then his eyes flickered. "However, in this way, there seems to be one more number of people here............