Diving to a depth of 100 zhang, Mo Zhiyao began to feel the pressure. As the resistance below increased, a strong upward force acted on the body, like a giant hand, pushing itself to the surface.

Not only that, but there is endless pressure in all directions, squeezing his body all the time. Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with determination, and he used the power of the demon spirit, and while cultivating, he slowly but steadily dived towards the depths of the Dead Sea.

One hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang. One day, two days. Time passes, the depth increases, and so does the stress.

Two days later, Mo Zhiyao had already dived to a depth of 500 zhang, and the sea water at this depth was as viscous as mercury, and the pressure was unbelievably great. Every step of the dive, Mo Zhiyao has to pay a huge price. I'm afraid that some ordinary magic weapons will be crushed in an instant when they get here.

At the moment, when he dived to a depth of seven hundred zhang, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were full of bloodshots, and at the corners of his lips, a wisp of blood floated upward. There was a deep exhaustion in the bottom of the eyes, but more of it was a look of perseverance and tenacity that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Grit your teeth, hold on, hold on!

At this depth, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were already bloodshot, his vision was a little blurry, and he couldn't see the road ahead clearly. But Mo Zhiyao's heart has always been indomitable and has never wavered.

My father's revenge has not been avenged, and the debt owed by Kuizong has not been claimed back with my own hands, how can my footsteps stop here, I can't stop, and I won't stop! Mo Zhiyao's silent roar in his heart turned into infinite motivation!

Behind them, ghost-patterned masks flashing with vicious eyes kept flashing in front of Mo Zhiyao. Mo Zhiyao's lips were tightly closed, and his teeth were clenched.

Rush over, I must rush over! I also have to protect my grandfather, protect everything that cares about me and what I care about! Strength, only strong strength can do all this.

I'm going to be strong, so strong that no one dares to beat my idea. It's so strong that no one dares to touch everything I care about. Strong enough that no one can go against my will, strong enough to look down on the world, strong enough to go against the sky!

Mo Zhiyao's dive figure suddenly accelerated, 750 zhang, 800 zhang, 820 zhang, 840 zhang, 850 zhang, 860 zhang!

Another two days have passed, and Mo Zhiyao has already dived to a depth of 860 zhang, and the sea water at this depth is already a semi-solid existence. The whole body affected by the huge squeezing force, Mo Zhiyao's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all oozing blood, and the state was extremely miserable, but the look in his eyes was still resolute!

Ruthless, not only ruthless to the enemy, but also ruthless to himself! Mo Zhiyao clenched his fists, and the long hair on the back of his head had a trace of demonic silver at some point!

The five internal organs were all damaged, and wisps of blood kept spilling down the seven orifices. The aura on the surface of the body flowed, and the power of the demon spirit in the body operated at the same time according to the "Demon Formula" and the method of cultivation, desperately resisting the huge pressure around him.

At this moment, the power on Mo Zhiyao's body has reached the point where he can easily squeeze the spirit weapon. The Na Yu Mo on his body was left with the Shadow Wind Winged Bat, otherwise he would have been ruined by this terrifying pressure.

One foot, two feet, three feet! Mo Zhiyao's eyes showed madness, not caring about the aggravation of the injuries in his body, and dived into the depths inch by inch, although the speed was slow, but it was unusually firm!

On the thirteenth day, Mo Zhiyao finally set foot in a thousand feet, and the blood spilling from the seven orifices made his originally handsome face extremely hideous and terrifying. Sitting cross-legged, Mo Zhiyao's eyes were firm.

The skin on Mo Zhiyao's body surface has a faint halo flowing, and the cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Golden Body is already close to Xiaocheng!

In the thirteen days of diving into the Dead Sea, Mo Zhiyao squeezed his potential to the extreme and broke through his own limits. The thirteen-day squeeze of the Dead Sea not only allowed Mo Zhiyao to successfully cultivate the Heavenly Demon Golden Body, but also made his physical strength reach an unimaginable level.

Looking down, a line away, a huge figure, red eyes, silver and white, fierce Jiao Phantom with a fierce expression danced back and forth at Mo Zhiyao's feet. In the bloody mouth, two rows of sharp teeth as sharp as knives kept biting, and the eyes that looked at Mo Zhiyao were full of cold-blooded killing intent and bloodthirsty greed. Underneath this ferocious phantom, there was a hexagonal hexagonal spar the size of a human head.

The spirit of the Xuanbing Jiao!

Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with coldness, and he looked at him for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and turned to concentrate on cultivating the Heavenly Demon Golden Body. Mo Zhiyao knew that as soon as he stepped out of this Dead Sea, this Dead Sea would disappear, so the top priority was to successfully cultivate the Heavenly Demon Golden Body!

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and Mo Zhiyao, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly stretched out and was suspended in the seawater. A circle of silver and black aura emerged from Mo Zhiyao's feet, slowly moving upward, passing through his body, and finally disappearing above Mo Zhiyao's head.

Wherever the aura passed, the flesh and blood, muscles and bones, and meridians all became as crystal clear as jade. Through the skin, you can even see the condition in the body, as if it has become transparent, and after a while, it slowly returns to normal.

The aura disappeared, Mo Zhiyao slowly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes were as bright as stars, his eyes were deep and clear, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of arc.

The Heavenly Demon Golden Body Xiaocheng's Jade Body Cultivation Success!

The body sank, passing through the first line of water below, Mo Zhiyao entered the space below the Dead Sea, and the Dead Sea passed!

Leaving the Dead Sea, the terrifying pressure around his body suddenly disappeared, and Mo Zhiyao had the illusion that he couldn't feel his own weight, and his body was so light that it seemed to be completely non-existent.

"Roar!" The Canglan Xuanbing Jiao Phantom that had been hovering below roared, and its hideous giant mouth slammed down towards Mo Zhiyao!

Looking up at the oncoming shadow of the Xuanbing Jiao, Mo Zhiyao retracted his mind, his expression became cold, and a trace of chill flowed in his eyes. When the huge mouth of the blood basin was only half a foot away from the top of his head, he shouted violently and rose to the sky!

"You dare to eat me!"

The murderous aura that rushed to the sky, the cold eyes, and the incomparable momentum exuded by Mo Zhiyao made the Canglan Xuan Bingjiao Phantom suddenly stop in mid-air. The young man in front of him made it feel an unprecedented chill from the bottom of his heart.

Sen Ran's lust shot out of Mo Zhiyao's eyes, looking directly at the phantom of the Canglan Xuanbing Jiao.

"Looking for death!" The faint two words came out of Mo Zhiyao's mouth.

"Bang!" A muffled sound, Mo Zhiyao punched out, and the extreme strength made the air unbearable, and the sound of a sonic boom erupted.

"Wow!" A terrible scream sounded, and the phantom of the Canglan Xuan Bingjiao was scattered by Mo Zhiyao's punch!

"Come over to me!" With a loud shout, Mo Zhiyao's right fist opened, his five fingers formed claws, and a fierce suction force was issued, sucking the hexagonal spar below into his palm.

Among the spars, you can clearly see the figure of the Canglan Xuan Bingjiao, hovering wildly in it. Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed, and the space around the spar suddenly became distorted, and waves of invisible fluctuations surged madly into the spar.

"Ahh

The spirit of its own that Er Jiao has generated, that is, it has its own consciousness, but compared with the spirit of this Xuanbing Jiao, it is thousands of miles away. Mo Zhiyao must first erase the consciousness of the essence of the Yuan Shen of this Xuanbing Jiao, lest after the fusion, it will be anti-guest and swallow the spirituality of the Jiao.

Half an hour later, the figure of the Canglan Xuanbing Jiao in the spar stopped, and the originally fierce eyes became empty, obviously having completely erased his consciousness by Mo Zhiyao.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, his figure fell to the ground, and his eyes fell on the two volumes of jade slips and a small blue seal placed on the ground.

"Huh!" The sound of breaking the sky sounded behind him, and two figures, one black and one red, fell behind Mo Zhiyao.

"Master!" The Shadow Wind Winged Bat came to Mo Zhiyao's side, his expression was extremely ecstatic and excited, and even his body trembled slightly, which showed how excited he was in his heart. "Congratulations to the master, I knew that the master would definitely succeed!"

"Hmm. Mo Zhiyao nodded slightly, and there was a rare softness in his eyes when he looked at the Shadow Wind Wing Bat. Since its surrender, the Shadow Wind Winged Bat has been loyal, which makes Mo Zhiyao extremely satisfied.

"Master!" The resentful cangqi spirit came to Mo Zhiyao's side, bowed deeply, his expression was extremely respectful, and there was a strong shock in his eyes.

The Dead Sea above disappeared due to Mo Zhiyao's successful breakthrough, so the Shadow Wind Winged Bat and the Resentful Artifact Spirit could also come here smoothly.

"Convinced?" Mo Zhiyao's soft color in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Convinced!" "Satisfied!" a trace of shame appeared on the face of the resentful artifact spirit, "The old slave has no eyes, and I ask the master not to take it to heart." ”

The corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth rose to the side, knowing that this resentful spirit was completely convinced this time, and there was no other thought.

Every spiritual treasure has its own pride, just like the arrogant nine colors, now I don't even look at Mo Zhiyao out of the corner of my eyes, if it weren't for Mo Zhiyao passing the trial left by her old master, I'm afraid Mo Zhiyao wouldn't be able to see her.

Even if Mo Zhiyao passed the test of her old master, she still refused to submit and submit, and the so-called personal test obviously had an element of difficulty.

The same is true of this resentful Cangjia, although he was recognized by Mo Zhiyao, it was also because he wanted to leave here, and he was not particularly willing in his heart, so he tried his best to dissuade Mo Zhiyao from coming to the Dead Sea. It can be said that in his heart, he can't afford Mo Zhiyao at all!

And now, Mo Zhiyao has successfully passed the test of the Dead Sea, so that he no longer dares to have a trace of contempt, and willingly recognizes Mo Zhiyao as the master!

"Old man, I didn't expect you and I to meet one day, I thought I would never have the chance to see you in my life. A voice as crisp as a hundred spirits sounded, Mo Zhiyao turned his head to look, and above the small blue seal on that side, there was a delicate girl standing in the air.

The girl was dressed in a blue one-piece dress, with a delicate face, long hair on the back of her head reaching to her waist, a pair of big watery eyes, the pupils of her eyes turned out to be dark blue, and her eyes were clear, like a clear spring. With a mischievous smile on his face, it gives people a quirky feeling.

"Xiao Qiong, don't mess around, hurry up and come over to meet the master!" Seeing the girl, the resentful spirit suddenly showed a touch of excitement on her face, but then hurriedly withdrew and shouted.

"What's the hurry, can he still run away?" The girl's big eyes flickered, and her gaze fell on Mo Zhiyao's body with curiosity, looking at it carefully, ignoring the resentful spirit on the other side's face that changed drastically.

Just floated in front of Mo Zhiyao, a pair of eyes bent into a pair of crescents, two small dimples appeared on both cheeks when he laughed, and he said to Mo Zhiyao in a sweet voice: "It's okay for me to admit the Lord, but you have to answer me a question first." ”

"You ask. Looking at the girl suspended in front of him, Mo Zhiyao looked as usual and said coldly.

"Will you hurt me in the future?"