The huge spiritual power palm print roared through the sky, and then bombarded with the huge throne entrenched in the dragon and phoenix light pattern.

Boom!

The two behemoths collided, and the dark space trembled violently. The terrifying ripples of spiritual power spread out in a circle, squeezing out all the surging demonic qi around them.

At this moment, as if even time had stopped, the palm print and the throne seemed to form a stalemate, and each other was frantically corroding each other.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes stared at the ancient throne, but his face became a little gloomy. Although it was a stalemate, he could see that the power of the Heavenly Dragon Constellation was gradually weakening.

Although he suppressed Nanya Mang through the Nine Ghost Demon Realm, he himself was the pinnacle of the transformation of the Seven Patterns after all, and with that kind of cultivation strength, Mo Zhiyao would not be able to confront him head-on after all.

Click!

A slight cracking sound sounded quietly, but Mo Zhiyao's heart sank suddenly. Because he saw that that kind of voice was coming from the Heavenly Dragon Throne.

Cracks continued to spread from the Heavenly Dragon Throne, and in just a few breaths, they completely spread to every corner of the entire throne.

Moreover, the golden red light on the Heavenly Dragon Throne was also rapidly dimming.

"Little bastard, is this your last resort?" Behind him, Nanya Mang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said with a cruel smile towards Mo Zhiyao.

"I said, jumping in front of the old man, you don't have that qualification!"

Nanyamang's palm was suddenly shaken, and he saw the huge spiritual power palm print, and he also shook it fiercely, and the fierce spiritual power surged out in the palm, and the last one completely pinched the Tianlong Throne in the palm of the palm. When the spiritual power exploded, the Heavenly Dragon Throne was completely pinched and exploded by the spiritual power palm print!

The fourfold powerful means laid out by Mo Zhiyao, except for the Nine Demon Realms at this moment, the other three were all broken at this moment! Mo Zhiyao's face turned pale suddenly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly erupted! And his body was also completely exposed to the eyes of the spiritual power palm print.

"Die!"

A touch of cruelty flashed in Nanyamang's eyes, and his palm slapped out again, and the spiritual power palm print in front of him suddenly blasted out, approaching Mo Zhiyao.

"If you want me to die, it's not that easy!" At this moment, Mo Zhiyao was also completely crazy, the huge golem's arms were one in front of the other, in the shape of a curved bow, and a huge black hole was spinning wildly in front of him, and a wave of destruction spread out.

"Whew!"

The golem's finger was released, and the black hole vortex turned into a huge dark streamer and burst out. In the moment it shot out, the space it passed along the way suddenly shattered.

"Boom!"

The incomparably violent spiritual energy swept across the sky like a storm, and the terrifying destructive power was unbearable even for the Nine Demon Realm realms shrouded around, instantly collapsing and dissipating.

A figure was directly shaken away, blood sprayed wildly along the way, and finally smashed heavily on the ground of the square below!

"Ahem, ahem!"

On the ground of the collapsed square, almost his entire body was buried in the rubble. The clothes on his body were almost completely torn apart by the violent spiritual power, revealing a scarred and blood-covered body.

Mo Zhiyao raised his head, endured the sharp pain in his body, looked at the sky above with red eyes, revealing the southern cliff of his body, and the blood in his mouth flowed down dripping, staining the ground under him with mottled ground.

And at this moment, in the main stands. The palace master of the Heaven Killing Palace, who had been sitting upright on the seat with indifferent eyes, suddenly flashed with a dazzling essence in his beautiful eyes, and suddenly stood up, and the aura fluctuations around his body were uncontrollably bulging. And her gaze was staring at Mo Zhiyao below at the moment. To be precise, it was an item hanging from Mo Zhiyao's neck.

"Palace Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, the girl standing beside the Palace Master of Killing Ling was suddenly surprised beyond words. She has been by the former's side for decades, and it is the first time she has seen him lose his temper like this. You must know that even if the former inherited the mantle of the old palace master back then, and was in charge of this Ling Heavenly Palace, he was all cold and cold. The girl really couldn't think of what happened to make the Palace Master of Killing Ling react so violently.

As for the girl's questioning, the palace master of the Ling Palace was unheard. A low murmur, with a slight trembling meaning, spat out of its mouth: "So, that's, the Ring of Concealment?"

"Little bastard, you are really hard-hitting! You can actually take the old man's palm and not die. However, this time, I see if you can continue!" In the sky, Nanya Mang, who was standing in the sky, looked at Mo Zhiyao in the rubble with a vicious gaze, and said in a cold voice.

As the words fell, Nanya Mang's palm flipped over, and another huge spiritual power palm print condensed out. Moreover, on the palm print of spiritual power this time, the swirling spiritual power fluctuations were even more fierce and powerful, and at the edges, the void was constantly twisting and shattering.

"Die!"

Nanya Mang's palm waved, and the hundred-zhang huge spiritual power palm print brought up a huge shadow, blasting the air, and overwhelmingly suppressed towards Mo Zhiyao! He wanted to see if Mo Zhiyao would be able to reach this time?

"Phew!"

Mo Zhiyao spit out a mouthful of blood foam in his mouth, looking at the huge palm print whistling from above, but there was no panicked look on his face. In the palm of his hand, a black jade plaque appeared in his palm.

This black jade plate was handed over to Mo Zhiyao by Zi Sandalwood when he left the Red Phoenix Sect. At the moment of life and death, as long as Mo Zhiyao crushes it, he can directly summon the red sandalwood.

In today's situation, Mo Zhiyao is no longer able to deal with it, although doing so may expose some secrets of Zi Sandalwood and the Ten Huazun of the Divine Sect, but it is also helpless. If he didn't do this, Mo Zhiyao would have to die at the hands of Nanya Mang.

However, just when Mo Zhiyao was about to crush the black jade plate and summon the red sandalwood, a graceful and noble bewitching figure appeared in front of Mo Zhiyao very suddenly. The slender and fair-skinned jade hand, with a backhand slap, the spiritual power between heaven and earth suddenly boiled and rioted, and then, the huge spiritual power palm print, under its beat, was shattered inch by inch, and finally with a bang, it turned into a point of light in the sky.

One blow was to defeat the fierce attack of a seven-pattern transformation powerhouse, and this scene made everyone in the field shrink their pupils sharply.

"Who is it! Dare to meddle in the old man's affairs, and he can't find death!" Nanya Mang's face changed and he roared. However, in the next moment, the fierce color on his face suddenly froze.

"Nanya Mang, how dare you talk to the palace master like this?" The voice that was so cold that the heavens and the earth froze sounded, and the graceful figure slowly turned around, and in the beautiful eyes, there was a cold killing intent quietly circulating.

"Palace Master!"

The exclamations suddenly rang out, and no one expected that the person who made the move would actually be the palace master of the Ling Heavenly Palace.

"The palace master spared his life, and the little one lost his words for a while, and he didn't know that it was the palace master coming. Being stared at by the Killing Ling Palace Lord, Nanya Mang was like being poured down from the Heavenly Spirit Cover by a basin of ice water, and suddenly shivered, and then fell down and bowed, and said in a trembling voice.

In the Western Regions of the Fog Demon Sea, the Lord of the Killing Ling Palace can be said to be in control of everyone's life and death. Don't look at Nanya Mang, as the lord of a strong party, but in front of the former, he is not even an ant. With a casual move of his little finger, the Lord of the Killing Ling Palace can directly erase him, along with the Nanya family, on this territory.

Moreover, the ruthlessness of this generation of palace masters is even worse than that of the previous generation of palace masters, and they are moody. At every turn, it is to directly destroy the real power of one party, and the chickens and dogs will not be left.

Therefore, as soon as he saw that the person who shot was actually the Lord of the Killing Ling Palace, Nanya Mang was suddenly so shocked that his soul was shocked, and his head was like garlic.

"Hmph!" The beautiful eyes of the Palace Lord of the Killing Ling glanced at Nanya Mang coldly, snorted, and then turned his body, and his gaze fell on Mo Zhiyao's body.

As soon as the delicate body moved, the figure of the palace master of the Ling Ling appeared in front of Mo Zhiyao like a teleportation.

Mo Zhiyao's face changed slightly, and he was also a little uncertain about what his intentions were when this Ling Ling Palace Master made a move at this moment. However, he was bright-eyed and eye-to-eye with the former, without fear. The jade plate in the palm of his hand is still clenched, ready to be crushed at any time.

"Where did you get the ring around your neck?" Standing opposite Mo Zhiyao, the Palace Master of Killing Ling was silent for a moment, and then asked. In his voice, there was a trace of emotional fluctuations that could not be concealed.

"This?" Mo Zhiyao was stunned when he heard this, his palm was raised, and he stroked the ring hanging from his chest and neck, and couldn't help but be a little stunned. He didn't expect that as soon as the Palace Master of Killing Ling came up, he would actually ask him this question.

This Hidden Ring was given by Master Yu Yao when Mo Zhiyao first entered Beiyuan to cover the demonic energy on his body.

And with the improvement of Mo Zhiyao's cultivation, this Hidden Heaven Ring could no longer hide the fluctuations of demonic qi on his body, and he was even shattered by him in a battle. Later, it was Ning Jiuxiao who gave him a new ring to cover up the demonic energy on his body.

Although this Hidden Ring was broken, Mo Zhiyao remembered that it was given by his master Yu Yao, and he couldn't bear to abandon it, so after finding someone to repair it, he used a silk thread to connect it and wear it around his neck until now.

"This ring was given to me by my master. Looking at the Killing Ling Palace Master in front of him, Mo Zhiyao hesitated for a moment before he spoke. This ring itself does not involve some of his own secrets, and it doesn't hurt to say it, so Mo Zhiyao didn't hide the former, and said honestly.

"Your master gave it to you?" Hearing Mo Zhiyao's words, the expression in the eyes of the Palace Master of Killing Ling fluctuated even more obviously, even if it was a light veil, she could still see that the expression on her face at the moment must be quite excited.

"You, are you a disciple of Nanyuan?" The next sentence of the Ling Palace Master directly made Mo Zhiyao's body tremble, and there was an unbelievable look of shock in his eyes.