At the foot of a majestic mountain, a sea of forests stretches to the end of the eye. The mountain wind is whistling, the forest sea is rippling, like waves, and the scenery is quite spectacular.

The calm void suddenly rippled like water ripples, and in an instant, a slightly embarrassed figure emerged from it.

Pale as paper, with dried blood on the corners of his lips, it was Mo Zhiyao who escaped from the Shouyang Mountain Range.

Shuttling out of the space, Mo Zhiyao stabilized his figure, raised his eyes into the distance, and looked around. This place, although it is still within the range of the Fog Demon Sea Domain, is far away from the Shouyang Mountain Range. After letting go of the spiritual sense and probing, Mo Zhiyao was also relieved.

In this mountain range, although there are some demon beasts, they are not too powerful spiritual power fluctuations, and they can be regarded as a safe place.

As soon as Mo Zhiyao's body moved, he disappeared into the forest sea in front of him. Finding a relatively remote and secret place, Mo Zhiyao sat on the ground with a lot of anger in his mouth, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Here it is. "The spiritual power in the body is almost exhausted, and we need to hurry up and recover. Although Mo Zhiyao's face was extremely pale, his eyes were quite bright. This trip to Shouyang Mountain, the harvest made him quite satisfied. The Devouring Swamp Spirit finally got his wish.

"Recover first, and then help the Ghost Pattern Turtle devour the Devouring Swamp Spirit, and see if you can take this opportunity to impact the early stage of metamorphosis!"

Mo Zhiyao endured the deep exhaustion that was so corroded that his mind was a little blurred, he calmed down and began to concentrate on cultivation.

Rolling spiritual power, flowing in Mo Zhiyao's meridians. As he gradually immersed himself in the cultivation state, his aura also began to slowly recover at a slow, but undoubtedly firm speed.

Time, like quicksand between fingers, passes quietly and silently. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Zhiyao's closed eyes finally opened slowly at this moment.

The injuries caused by the previous battle with Yanyang have all recovered. And, between the flow of breath, a roar of excitement could be faintly heard, coming out of Mo Zhiyao's body.

"Did you succeed?" Mo Zhiyao smiled slightly, and his mind immediately sank into his body. I saw that in the space of one of the nine hole nests, the ghost-patterned turtle was roaring excitedly from the sky, looking excited.

Today's ghost-patterned turtle has undergone some changes in appearance. The body shape is a little smaller than before, but it gives people a rather heavy feeling. The ghost pattern on the back has changed to a deep pitch black color. The black dead air, like a mist, swirled around its body, exuding a palpitating and dangerous smell.

Except for the part covered by the turtle's shell, patches of sharp black scale armor emerged from the rest of the exposed body surface, and, in the center of its forehead, a monstrous sharp horn in the shape of a thread extended. It looks like a one-horned centipede. Obviously, after devouring the Life Devouring Swamp Spirit, the appearance of the Ghost Pattern Turtle was also affected by the former.

"Finally the evolution is complete!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly became hot. The Ghost Pattern Turtle, which has successfully evolved, can be completely under his control, providing him with an inexhaustible source of dead energy.

Now that Mo Zhiyao's physical body has completed the refining of death qi, there is only one last step left, condensing the chain of life and death, and he can successfully break through to the realm of transformation. For this day, Mo Zhiyao has been waiting for a long time.

Although with Mo Zhiyao's current means and strength, he is not afraid of the early stage of incarnation of a demon level like Yanyang. However, although it can be defeated, it is also quite hard. Moreover, Mo Zhiyao knew in his heart that the enemy he would face in the future would not be limited to the level of the early stage of metamorphosis, and no one dared to guarantee that the next enemy who appeared in front of him would not be in the middle stage of metamorphosis, or even in the late stage of metamorphosis. Therefore, Mo Zhiyao must seize all the time to improve his cultivation and increase his strength as soon as possible.

"Since it's successful, let's start!" Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed, and at this moment, his state was completely recovered, and it was the best time to break through.

His mind moved, and suddenly, among the nine hole nests above the Demon Spirit Nebula, there were two hole nests, which flashed with brilliant light, one was a turquoise metamorphosis wood spirit containing endless vitality, and the other was a dark black life-devouring swamp spirit containing majestic death.

Two vast spiritual powers, one black and one green, roared out like a tide. At the same time, Mo Zhiyao's primordial spirit also appeared above the Demon Spirit Nebula.

The rich dead air that was as black as ink, and the majestic vitality of the turquoise brilliance, like two torrents, with the amazing sound of the waves, rolled and swept by. In the next moment, it was a heavy collision. These two torrents of spiritual power, whose attributes were diametrically opposed, erupted into quite an astonishing reaction the moment they collided.

Anger and death are diametrically opposed, and each goes to the extreme. Originally, they were incompatible. However, when they collided together, they did not corrode each other, and water and fire were incompatible, but there were extremely strange signs of shrinkage. And their colors have become more and more profound and condensed, and that state is almost substantial.

Seeing the emergence of this situation, Mo Zhiyao, who has been paying close attention, is also relieved. Immediately, he hurriedly operated the heart magic and demon decision, and began to refine the two condensed forces of life and death, and then fused them.

And with Mo Zhiyao's refining and fusion, the appearance of the spiritual power of life and death has also changed. The chain-like links gradually emerged. Interlocking with each other, they are interconnected.

The condensed chains are black and green, but they are not distinct from each other, but are entangled with each other, as if they are one. Then, the chain containing the power of life and death was entrenched, like a dragon, slowly coiling around Mo Zhiyao's primordial body.

As the chain of life and death gradually took shape, the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Mo Zhiyao's body became stronger and stronger. A faint luster of spiritual power shrouded his body, making his figure become a little blurred.

In the dantian, Mo Zhiyao's Yuan Shen sat solemnly above the Demon Spirit Nebula, and his treasure was solemn. The chain of life and death, condensed by the power of life and death, is condensing and forming at an astonishing speed.

This speed of condensing the chain of life and death, if others see it, I am afraid that it will be terrifying to the point of no return. Generally speaking, even if it represents the first chain of life and death in the early stage of metamorphosis, it will take at least nearly half a year to completely condense it.

Previously, the reason why Chu Xing'er and Yan Yang were able to successfully succeed in the early stage of golden incarnation in the ten days of the Death Swamp was because they had already begun to condense the chain of life and death in their respective sects. Therefore, after entering the death swamp, through the vast death qi there, launched the final sprint, and finally broke through.

And Mo Zhiyao has shortened this time countless times!

"Smack!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded, and the two torrents of spiritual power suddenly retracted into their respective hole nests. And with their retraction, a complete chain of life and death is also completely condensed.

The chain of life and death, like a spiritual snake, coiled up along Mo Zhiyao's primordial body, and then attached to its body surface, gradually seeping into it, and then turned into a strange chain pattern, which looked quite mysterious.

After the chain pattern flickered for a moment, it slowly faded and finally disappeared. And at the moment when it disappeared, Mo Zhiyao's primordial spirit body also turned into a state of nothingness and reintegrated into the physical body.

Outside, Mo Zhiyao's eyes also slowly opened at this moment, and in his eyes, it was like the stars rising and falling, deep and vast, making people look as if they were even addicted to it and couldn't extricate themselves.

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air mixed with green and black, and Mo Zhiyao's eyes gradually calmed down. The hands were slowly clenched, and an exceptionally powerful spiritual power fluctuated, and suddenly roared out like a tide. That kind of fluctuation, compared to before, is completely strong to two different levels.

The initial metamorphosis of a single pattern!

The corners of Mo Zhiyao's lips lifted a satisfied smile. This cultivation realm that he didn't even dare to think about back then, but now, he has really reached it!

"Is this the early stage of metamorphosis?" Mo Zhiyao clenched his palms, his heart moved, and suddenly the monstrous spiritual power rolled out, rippling around his body like an ocean. And in this ocean of spiritual power, there is a strange fluctuation, and that fluctuation is the power of life and death!

Mo Zhiyao could clearly feel that in the same amount of spiritual power, if there was this power of life and death, then the power that could burst out could not be compared at all!

Feeling the exhilarating feeling of full strength, Mo Zhiyao couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a pleasant long roar! The whistling sound broke through the sky like a sharp sword, and even the clouds in the sky above were torn apart.

"Hehe, it's just that you broke through to the early stage of the metamorphosis of the single pattern, so did you get so excited?" An abrupt voice sounded out at this moment. Mo Zhiyao was suddenly startled, and looked in the direction where the voice came from with a shocked expression. Suddenly, the pupils in his eyes shrank fiercely.

A man in a silver costume, with his hands behind his back, stepped on the void, and looked at Mo Zhiyao with a smile. It's just that in that smile, there is not the slightest warmth, but it is full of a kind of cold crisis where the skin around the body is suddenly tight.

Mo Zhiyao stood up, his eyes suddenly sharpened. This person can appear here silently, and if he doesn't make a sound, he won't be aware of the latter's existence at all! It can be seen that this person's cultivation is far superior to his!

"Are you from the Divine Sect?" Mo Zhiyao looked at the silver-robed man with a cold face, and said in a cold voice. The fluctuating aura emanating from this person's body made him immediately see his true identity.

"Not bad. The silver-robed man looked at Mo Zhiyao with a smile, slowly raised his arm, gently stroked the long hair that fell in front of him, and said lightly. "Tell me who I am, you can call me, Shihuazun. ”