A terrifying coercion erupted from Ke Sheng's body, like a storm, sweeping through the entire hall. Sen Han's killing intent and the strong smell of blood instantly filled this space.

Waves of terrifying spiritual power fluctuations stirred the void into ripples in circles, and Ke Sheng, who was suspended in mid-air, his face became unusually white, and his black eyes without the whites of his eyes flashed with a cold luster that made people's hearts palpitate.

The blood mist that lingered around him quickly became dense at a speed visible to the naked eye, and rose up, converging into a blood-colored cloud with a radius of more than ten zhang above Ke Sheng's head.

The blood-colored clouds surged rapidly like terrifying waves, and between the surges, a terrifying grimace appeared in it, the huge mouth opened, and the terrible screams of ten thousand ghosts resounded in the hall, making people's hands and feet cold, and the whole body was cold.

"Unexpectedly, Ke Sheng even showed the blood rain and ghost cry, Mo Zhiyao, that kid, is going to be unlucky. One of the monks below looked at the blood cloud in mid-air with a pale face, and said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, I heard that Ke Sheng once used this trick to kill a half-step Hedao monk of the same level as him, I'm afraid Mo Zhiyao won't be able to resist this time. ”

"Mo Zhiyao is also powerful, and he actually forced Ke Sheng to this point, but now it seems that I am afraid that this vicious battle will end with his defeat. ”

Many monks from the Southern Regions who were watching the battle were all one-sided at the moment that after Ke Sheng used this blood rain devil cry, Mo Zhiyao would inevitably be defeated, and the outcome was already known.

"Top heaven-level exercises. Mo Zhiyao's face also became extremely solemn at this moment, and the coercion that condensed from mid-air made him feel a dangerous taste.

"Can you kill a half-step path of the same level as him?" Mo Zhiyao also heard the discussion of the people below, but even so, Mo Zhiyao was still not afraid at all!

Although Ke Sheng's heaven-level exercises are strong, Mo Zhiyao's hands also have powerful exercise cards, and if you really want to be tough, it is still too early to say who will die.

"Little bastard, despair, regret it, but it's too late! I said, I'll let you know that there is a huge gap between you and me, and in front of me, you are an ant-like pariah!" Ke Sheng stepped on the void, his eyes flashed coldly, and his distorted face added a touch of hideousness to it.

Ke Sheng is full of confidence in his own style of blood rain and devil crying, he doesn't believe that he can kill the half-step merge technique, and Mo Zhiyao can still resist the past!

"Die!" With Ke Sheng's cold snort, his outstretched arms suddenly waved down, and the blood cloud above his head suddenly rolled more violently, and the air in this hall was suddenly detonated, and the face of the powerful ghost in it suddenly let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then the blood-colored silk threads, like a shower, burst out from the blood-colored clouds and attacked Mo Zhiyao below.

The blood-colored rain swept across the void, as if it was the sharpest blade in the world, and even the void was cut to pieces, and the fine sharp sound of breaking the void was almost connected.

Such a terrifying scene made the monks who were watching the battle all face pale and tremble all around, and even many of them were trembling in two streams, almost unstable on their feet.

Looking at the blood rain threads that shot out of the air, Mo Zhiyao's face also became extremely dignified, and with a move of his steps, the extreme illusion body method was used to the extreme, and while retreating violently to the rear, the fierce and vast spiritual power roared out from his body, and a powerful and indescribable spiritual power fluctuation rolled out like a hurricane.

The pitch-black power of Xuandian Yin Thunder, full of incomparably violent aura, rapidly converged on Mo Zhiyao's right palm, and under the high degree of compression, a layer of crystal clear crystals was formed.

The extremely explosive spiritual power fluctuations tore apart the void at the edge, and spiderweb-like spatial cracks appeared. Immediately, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a palm burst out!

"The Quartet Destroys the World Seal, the East Seal, and the people are shocked!"

The black crystal palm print came out of his hand, and at the same time, it quickly enlarged, and met the fine blood rain threads that burst out. The terrifying force instantly crushed the air in front of him, causing a deafening sonic boom.

"Zi!" The sharp and piercing sound sounded like metal cutting, and the sharpness of the blood rain thread had reached an extremely terrifying level, but it was only a few breaths, and fine cracks appeared on the black crystal palm print, which was obviously unable to compete with it.

Seeing this, Mo Zhiyao's face did not change in the slightest, and his palm was then raised, and the fierce spiritual power gathered on it again, condensing a thicker crystal palm print.

"South India, the mountains and rivers move!"

The surging spiritual power suddenly detonated all the air in the space, and in the thunderous loud sound, an even more huge crystal palm print roared out!

"Xiyin, the heavens and the earth are shattered!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes were fierce, and after a loud shout, a palm print condensed on his left palm, and it immediately burst out.

"Boom!" At the same time as the third-party palm print burst out, the majestic spiritual power roared up, and the entire hall trembled violently, and countless rubbles fell like rain, and in the hall, it was like the end of the world.

This time, the palm prints of the two crystals not only withstood the bombardment of the blood rain silk thread, but also rapidly approached Ke Sheng in mid-air!

Looking at Mo Zhiyao's terrifying attack, those monks below were suddenly in an uproar and were horrified. Obviously, Mo Zhiyao's burst of combat power was completely beyond their imagination.

"How many hole cards do you have on this kid's body?How can he have such a high-level technique on his body!" Ke Sheng above, seeing Mo Zhiyao's three-way crystal palm prints blasted out one after another, the horror in his heart was like a monstrous wave, and it had reached the point of no return.

"This kid's identity is definitely not low in Northern Xinjiang, otherwise he would definitely not be able to get such a high-level exercise!"

Ke Sheng was very clear about his level of Blood Rain Devil Cry, it was a top-level heaven-level exercise, even in the Southern Regions, there were not many monks who could obtain this level of exercise.

Seeing that Mo Zhiyao's exercises were performing, and the power could compete with his own Blood Rain Devil Cry, how could Ke Sheng not be shocked?

The power of the top-level heaven-level exercises is almost comparable to the low-level Xuan-level exercises. In the annual Heaven Tearing Road Trial in the North Garden of the Tianjiao League, the heaven-level exercises given are only the lowest-level, and the truly high-level ones will not be taken out as rewards at all.

It's just that Mo Zhiyao's technique was not obtained from the Beiyuan of the Tianjiao League, but the spoils obtained after killing Jin Maiac. This exercise was unintentionally obtained by Jin Mad in a ruin during a trip, but in the end, it was cheaper.

"Break it for me!" Seeing that the two palm prints had exploded in front of him, Ke Sheng's eyes surged with horror, and when he shouted violently, the blood cloud above his head suddenly surged violently, and the sharp screams made by the faces of the powerful ghosts suddenly became more poignant.

The blood rain threads that burst out from the blood cloud suddenly intensified, almost forming a huge column of water, and bombarded the two palm prints below.

"Click, click!" A low cracking sound sounded, and under such a fierce blood rain attack, Nanyin's palm was the first to shatter, turning into a point of light in the sky, and it was sprinkled one after another. And the palm of the West Seal that followed behind also cracked when it hit a position less than two zhang away from Ke Sheng.

Although the crystal palm shattered, the wind pressure it brought up shook Ke Sheng's body above, and the clothes on his body were tightly attached to his body, and even his face was a little deformed.

Despite this, the palm print on that side was finally forced to stop, Ke Sheng's face was filled with a smug smile, but before the smile on his face could be completely unfolded, Mo Zhiyao below made the smile instantly freeze.

"The Quartet Destroys the World Seal, the North India, and the Qiankun Collapses!"

With Mo Zhiyao's low shout, the air in the hall instantly rioted, and a terrifying indescribable fluctuation of spiritual power swept away like a storm.

Looking at Ke Sheng above, the spiritual power in Mo Zhiyao's body also operated to an extreme degree, and the majestic spiritual power roared out of his body like a tide and gathered on his right palm.

The palm prints condensed this time were completely different from the previous three releases, they were the color of forest white, and clusters of jade-colored flames, like elves, danced on Mo Zhiyao's palms.

However, the strange thing is that the clusters of jade-colored flames not only did not exude the slightest heat, but instead spread out with a cold feeling.

Jade Heart Ice Flame, another hole card of Mo Zhiyao!

"How is it possible!" A group of monks, including Ke Sheng, suddenly constricted their pupils, and their faces were sluggish. Although they didn't know what the flame in Mo Zhiyao's palm was, it didn't prevent them from knowing that it was the power of the fire spirit, and it was the power of the mutated fire spirit.

"Spiritual power of two attributes, how is this possible! How is it possible for this kid to be able to cultivate spiritual power of two attributes!" The silent roar suddenly sounded in the hearts of these people, this kind of fact made them completely unacceptable.

Mo Zhiyao didn't pay attention to their reaction at all, and when the crystal palm print on his palm finally condensed to the limit, the corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth hooked up a chilling arc.

The tip of the crimson tongue crossed his lips, his blood-colored eyes flashed with the ultimate killing intent, his right arm waved suddenly, and the huge white crystal palm print suddenly roared out, and at this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color.

"Die!" The cold voice spat out from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, but it was the final outcome of Ke Sheng.