Blazing flames, fire snakes swallowing, Mo Zhiyao looked at the huge corpse that was gradually flying in the fire in front of him, and his heart was mixed. In the ease of liberation, with the joy of breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn, there is also a suffocating heaviness.

The flames in front of him made Mo Zhiyao have the illusion of cutting off the past, as if the previous years had also disappeared.

Reaching out to touch his heart, he couldn't feel the beating of his heart, but there was a trace of extreme cold and cold. There, there is no heart, there is, it is the only remaining ancient demon yuan in the Three Realms!

Ten months have passed since he was kidnapped from the Mo family by "him" and brought here - the Black Lotus Mountain Range, where the murderous name is far and wide, and the demon beasts are everywhere.

Today's Mo Zhiyao is nearly a head taller than he was at the beginning, his originally thin body is also a lot stronger, his hair is long behind his head and his waist is long, his delicate face is a little less childish, a little more solemn, and his deep eyes are extremely sharp.

Ten months ago, Mo Zhiyao was still a waste who couldn't even condense a human pattern, but now, Mo Zhiyao's right hand gently stroked his left arm, lifted the cuffs, and the silver mysterious pattern that exuded a faint halo came into view, and the excitement in his eyes was revealed.

Everything about Mo Zhiyao has changed dramatically, but the past ten months have been a nightmare that Mo Zhiyao himself does not want to recall.

No one knows what kind of days Mo Zhiyao has lived in these ten months, the terrible wail, which will ring for a full five hours every day before stopping, just hearing it is enough to make all the lives scatter!

That's "him", using his own blood to make a pure body for Mo Zhiyao. When the smell of blood was so strong that people couldn't breathe, and the color was weird dark green blood smeared on his body, Mo Zhiyao really realized what it meant to be in pain, and life was better than death!

The skin of the whole body seems to be peeled alive, every trace of flesh and blood, every piece of muscle and bone, every meridian seems to have been cut by a sharp blade, that kind of pain, without personal experience, words can not express what if.

Whenever Mo Zhiyao couldn't hold on, the kind and kind faces of his father and Elder Xuanyu would appear in front of him, as well as the face that trampled himself under his feet with a cruel smile.

"Waste, in a year's time, you won't have a chance to kowtow to your dead ghost daddy!hahahaha!"

"Look, just that waste, twelve years old, but he can't even condense a human pattern, if it weren't for his father being an elder in the clan and always sheltering him, he would have been expelled a long time ago. It's a pity that his father died in battle last year, and he can't even find his body back, so what do I think he will do this time?"

"That Mo Zhiyao is a waste, he knows all day long to eat and wait for death, and lose the face of our Mo family!"

Mo Zhiyao is not deaf, the clansmen and subordinates talk and whisper, every sentence is heard clearly, and every word is like a sharp knife stuck in his heart.

"I'm not a waste, I'm not! One day, I will avenge my father, and I will trample on the soles of all the people who look down on me and hurt me!" Mo Zhiyao's roar and hatred in his heart supported him and made him survive.

Half a year later, Mo Zhiyao has fully adapted to the suffering of the pure body, after the pure body is finished, after a little rest, he can move without hindrance, unlike the beginning, after the pure body, lying there like a dead man, unable to move.

For the next four months, "he" would catch a demon beast every day, let Mo Zhiyao fight with it, and tell Mo Zhiyao that one person and one beast can only live!

At first, it was just an ordinary demon beast, but as time passed, the demon beasts captured by "him" were more fierce and stronger than the other. Until yesterday, the head of a saber-toothed tiger that already had primary spiritual intelligence was carried in Mo Zhiyao's hand.

The origin of "him", as well as his identity, refused to confide half a sentence until the moment when "he" took his breath. After getting along with "him" for ten months, Mo Zhiyao only got the ancient magic yuan in his chest that replaced his heart, and a volume of "Demon Decision" imprinted in his mind.

"Peng!" The sonic boom sounded, Mo Zhiyao clenched his fists, and his joints turned pale because of the excessive force. Looking down at the bloodstains on the placket on his chest, a trace of coldness flashed in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and his eyes looking at the corpse in the fire became more complicated.

Just an hour ago, "he" tore open Mo Zhiyao's chest with his own hands. At that moment, Mo Zhiyao thought that he was dead.

But what made Mo Zhiyao frightened was that not only did he not die, but he watched "he" stuff a colorful object into his chest and replace his heart.

And the wound on Mo Zhiyao's chest also healed miraculously, leaving no trace. Only the blood stains on the placket reminded Mo Zhiyao that the experience just now was not a dream, but a reality.

Then, "he" slapped Mo Zhiyao's forehead with a palm, Mo Zhiyao only felt that there was a huge flow of information rushing into his mind in an instant, but it was fleeting, and he couldn't inquire in detail, and he could only vaguely feel two big words that were breathtaking-Demon Decision!

"That's the Ancient Demon Yuan, the only one among the Three Realms. After "he" had done all this, he coldly threw down a sentence. After finishing speaking, he didn't give Mo Zhiyao any chance to ask questions at all, just lying in the dry firewood that had been laid out a long time ago, and when he raised his hand, a flame devoured "him" himself.

The "he" in the flames did not have a painful look, but looked at Mo Zhiyao's eyes with hope and expectation.

Mo Zhiyao didn't understand why "he" would look at himself like this, why "he" would have such a look in his eyes, in addition to the Ancient Demon Yuan and "Demon Decision", there were countless mysteries left by "he" to himself.

"You didn't disappoint me, the road to becoming a demon has already begun from the moment the demon yuan entered the body. From this moment on, you are standing on the opposite side of the two worlds of man and god, and what you have to face is endless killing! Don't you want revenge? Do you want to rise? Then practice "Demon Decision" well. In the flames, "his" smile seemed so cruel, and the old voice, with deep exhaustion, sounded directly in Mo Zhiyao's mind.

"I can choose death!" Mo Zhiyao looked at "him" without giving way, and said in a cold voice. Two months ago, he successfully condensed the first human pattern, and from that moment on, Mo Zhiyao didn't want anyone to be at the mercy of his life.

"Hehe, you won't. The smile on "he" face was even stronger, full of confidence, and mockery of Mo Zhiyao. "If you can persist under my demonic blood, and you were once so desperate, you will never choose that path. ”

Mo Zhiyao's eyes were even colder, and his expression was like an eternal glacier.

"He" is right, Mo Zhiyao cherishes this hard-won opportunity very much, his father's revenge has not been avenged, and the shame has not snowed, how could Mo Zhiyao choose to die?

"Who are you?Why do I feel that I can continue to condense the human pattern, but I still can't condense it?" Seeing that most of his huge body had been swallowed by the fire snake, Mo Zhiyao asked the most important question in his heart.

"Kill, kill will let you know everything. "His" voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but his blood-colored eyes were unusually bright.

Finally, glancing at the black smoke in the sky and the wooden house in the distance that had lived for ten months, Mo Zhiyao turned around and walked towards the dense forest in the distance.

The lonely figure, under the oblique light of the setting sun, was dyed with a layer of blood, killing, from this moment!

Looking at Mo Zhi's distant back, "his" voice was so low that only he could hear it: "You are the last hope of the Demon Realm, if you die, the Demon Realm will be completely destroyed......

Entering the dense forest and discerning the direction, Mo Zhiyao spread out his body and ran in the direction of Iwaki, where the Mo family was located.

The Black Lotus Mountain Range is thousands of miles away from Iwa, Mo Zhiyao felt his own speed and made a judgment, a month is enough time to rush back to the Mo family.

The hardships he experienced when he was a child, as well as the cruel cultivation of these ten months, made Mo Zhiyao like the darkness extraordinarily. Blending into it, the night breeze as cold as water swept on the skin, making Mo Zhiyao feel extra relaxed and comfortable.

After experiencing the Demon Blood Essence Body, Mo Zhiyao was completely reborn, and his senses became extremely acute, even if it was a few miles away, he could clearly feel it, as if he was there.

His physical fitness has also been greatly improved, although he has only condensed one human pattern, Mo Zhiyao is confident that even those teenagers in the upper clan who have two human patterns or even three human patterns can win the battle.

No matter how delicate the flowers in the greenhouse are, their vitality is not as good as the weeds that grow in the scorching heat and cold! The life-and-death battle with demon beasts is far more effective than cultivating behind closed doors at home.

"Huh?" Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed as he galloped, and his straight-line figure jumped out horizontally against common sense.

"Huh!" a black shadow shot down like an arrow from above with the sound of breaking wind, passed through Mo Zhiyao's location, and landed on the ground.

Falling down, Mo Zhiyao raised his eyes and saw a giant python with two heads surrounded by a bucket of water, colorful all over the body, and entrenched on the ground.

As soon as the two python heads went up, two pairs of huge eyes like copper bells flashed with a cold fierce light. The snake in his mouth was full of words. On the two python heads, there are patterns that look like the faces of powerful ghosts, which makes people look at it coldly.

"Ghost-faced two-headed python!" Mo Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, recognizing the origin of the giant python in front of him. Not to mention the ten months of living here, with the fierce name of the Black Lotus Mountain Range, most of the demon beasts in the clan have maps, so Mo Zhiyao can recognize them at a glance.

Despite its large size, the ghost-faced two-headed python is extremely agile and extremely venomous, making it extremely difficult to deal with. However, for Mo Zhiyao, who has hundreds of "beast" lives in his hands, and even the saber-toothed tiger with the beginning of wisdom can be killed, it is just a piece of cake.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his body was as flexible and light as a raccoon cat, sticking to the ground and rushing straight over, actually taking the initiative to attack.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao pounce, the ghost-faced double-headed python let out a low hiss, and its body shot out like electricity, and the two python heads, one left and one right, devoured Mo Zhiyao from both sides.