Four months of life-and-death struggle, so that Mo Zhiyao's reaction was extremely fast, his arms stretched out, his fingers bent into claws, and accurately grasped the underside of the two python heads of the ghost-faced double-headed python, which was staggering!

At the wrists of Mo Zhiyao's hands, several black lines suddenly burst out, like several small snakes, burrowing into the body of the ghost-faced two-headed python. The ghost-faced two-headed python suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the huge python's body shrank rapidly with the naked eye.

The cold clear stream rushed down Mo Zhiyao's arms towards the Ancient Demon Yuan in his chest, and Mo Zhiyao intuitively knew that the clear stream was the life essence of the ghost-faced double-headed python!

Mo Zhiyao was also stunned, there were hundreds of demon beasts that died in his hands, but this was the first time this situation had appeared.

Clear flow into the body, that kind of unprecedented, unprecedented, comfortable feeling, so that Mo Zhiyao couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar. And the eyes of the ghost-faced two-headed python were filled with a crazy look, and the python's tail shot out like electricity, violently wrapped around Mo Zhiyao's body, and began to struggle to the death.

The swift movements of the ghost-faced double-headed python fell into the eyes of Mo Zhiyao at this moment, but it was like a turtle speed, but Mo Zhiyao had inexplicable confidence, did not dodge, and let the python's tail haunt him.

It's just that this struggle not only did not get the ghost-faced two-headed python out of the crisis, but accelerated its demise. Wherever Mo Zhiyao's body touched the python's body, all black lines burst out and drilled into it, absorbing the life essence of the ghost-faced double-headed python more quickly.

The clear stream formed by several life essences poured in from all over his body, and finally all of them merged into the Ancient Demon Yuan, Mo Zhiyao clearly felt that he had a trace of connection with the original incompatible Demon Yuan in his body, as if he was connected by flesh and blood. And the Demon Yuan, which was originally motionless and unusually cold, actually let out a slight tremor. However, a little bit of a move is enough.

"Ha!" Mo Zhiyao snorted softly, the two pairs of eyes of the ghost-faced two-headed python, with despair, turned to a dead gray, and there was no longer any life, and the huge body turned into ashes in an instant, and the bones were gone.

Raising his hands and looking at his palms, Mo Zhiyao's expression became a little strange, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Could it be because of the Demon Yuan?" Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed, and his right hand was on his chest. The right talent cleared into the body and merged into the demon element, and the instant tremor of the demon element, Mo Zhiyao can be sure, it is definitely not an illusion.

"Huh?" Mo Zhiyao's face changed suddenly, and a sudden sharp pain swept through his body from his heart without warning, interrupting his thoughts.

"Ahh Mo Zhiyao knelt on his knees, his face distorted, his whole body spasmed, and his fists slammed into the ground, making a muffled sound.

Mo Zhiyao's teeth clenched, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, and the pain was beyond measure. The life essence that had made him incomparably happy before was now bursting out of the Eternal Demon Yuan, raging wildly in his body like a flood beast.

"How can this be!" Mo Zhiyao was extremely frightened in his heart, but he couldn't find a solution for a while. And the severe pain made Mo Zhiyao's mind blur.

A humanoid pattern suddenly appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind. There is a meridian texture on it, and a little red light flashes on it, following a strange route and constantly wandering, repeating the cycle.

Like a blessing to the soul, Mo Zhiyao endured the severe pain, tried his best to control the wild horse-like life essence in his body, and began to follow the route indicated by the red mangs on the humanoid pattern in his mind.

Slowly, the life essence that had been running around before gradually became docile, and the heart-rending pain was slowly weakening.

Suddenly felt something in his heart, his trembling right hand, lifted the sleeve on his left arm, and Mo Zhiyao's pupils suddenly contracted.

A black pattern distorted like a grimace, although it was a little dim, appeared very clearly on the left arm, unaffected by the dark environment. Entangled with his own silver human pattern, showing a strange charm.

This is...... Magic Pattern!

As if it was an innate instinct, although it was the first time he saw it, Mo Zhiyao recognized the origin of this black pattern at a glance.

The human world, cultivate the human pattern, only the demon world, only the demon world, cultivate the magic pattern!

The last words of "him" sounded in Mo Zhiyao's mind again.

"The road to becoming a demon, from the moment the demon yuan enters the body, has already begun. From this moment on, you are on the opposite side of the two worlds of man and god, and what you have to face is endless killing!"

"Kill, kill will let you know everything. ”

The identity of "he" is about to come out, and "he" is actually a demon!

The pain that had not completely dissipated made Mo Zhiyao stop thinking for a while, looking at the magic patterns on his arm that had not yet been fully formed, Mo Zhiyao knew that the killing would continue!

Standing up, a trace of red flashed in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and with bloody killing intent, he plunged into the darkness!

A month later, Iwaki.

Mo Zhiyuan, dressed in animal skin, walked on the streets of the city where people and cars came and went, and it was very lively. Looking at the shops on both sides of the street, Mo Zhiyao felt like a world away.

Mo Zhiyao's strange costume aroused the surprised eyes of many people. Mo Zhiyao accepted it calmly and strode forward.

A burst of aroma of food, wafting in the wind. Mo Zhiyao, who had lived a life of drinking blood for nearly a year, hurriedly walked across the street, and followed the fragrance to a three-story restaurant located on the side of the road and decorated in a very luxurious manner.

Zen Yuan Building, the largest restaurant in Iwaki. The boss Fu Kuan is sleek and well-connected, and he has good friends with the four major families in Iwaki, including the Mo family, so no matter which one of them gives him enough face, he is extremely open in Iwaki.

As one of the twelve elders of the clan, Mo Cang's net worth is naturally extremely rich, and after his death, all his property will of course be inherited by Mo Zhiyao. If Mo Zhiyao is willing to be bland, the property left by Mo Cang is enough for him to squander the third life.

Ignoring the strange gaze of the guest at the door, Mo Zhiyao strode into the building. At the time of the meal, the hall on the first floor was already overcrowded, and there was not a single free table.

Mo Zhiyao, who was used to being quiet, frowned and walked towards the second floor. The waiter guarding the staircase was about to stop him, but he was glanced at by Mo Zhiyao's cold eyes, and he shivered, not daring to say any more nonsense.

The environment on the second floor is several times stronger than that on the first floor, and it is extremely elegant. Of course, I don't have any strength in my pocket, but I'm afraid I can't go up and down. As for the third floor, it is used to entertain VIPs, and I have money but no identity, so I'm sorry, but I won't accept it.

Mo Zhiyao found a place near the window and sat down, and ordered a few specialties from Shanyuan Building. After a while, the dishes were ready, and Mo Zhiyao immediately feasted.

Mo Zhiyao's mood at this moment is very different from before the year. The successful condensation of the three human patterns and the two magic patterns made Mo Zhiyao feel a sense of exhalation and raising his eyebrows.

After successfully condensing the magic pattern, the second human pattern really condensed naturally. And the twenty days of bloody slaughter that followed allowed Mo Zhiyao to achieve the impressive and terrifying results of his cultivation today.

And with the condensation of the magic pattern, the ancient demon yuan in Mo Zhiyao's chest also changed, not only the feeling of connecting flesh and bone was more obvious, but also beating slightly, like a heart.

Only by condensing the magic pattern corresponding to the number of human patterns can you continue to condense the human pattern. And the reason why Mo Zhiyao did not continue to condense the magic pattern, but rushed to Iwaki was because there were still a few days left, and it was the death of his father Mo Cang.

The chaotic footsteps on the stairs, as well as the familiar sound, made Mo Zhiyao stop the movements of his mouth, and the expression on his face became gloomy.

"Big brother, you have been in retreat for a month, and you have finally succeeded in promoting to the Qi Gathering Realm, and you have to let the brothers celebrate whatever you say today!"

"Yes, big brother. It's not that the brothers are stingy, you are the dragon and phoenix in our generation, the five human patterns are promoted to the Qi Gathering Realm, in our generation, the full fight is less than two hands, today you must treat our brothers to a big meal. "The wolf is not separated, Mo Yang will always follow Mo Hang, and he will be a big sycophant.

And the object that can be called the dog's leg to be touted is naturally Mo Heng.

Mo Zhiyao snorted in his heart, when he left, Mo Heng was five human patterns. It wasn't until now that he hit the Qi Gathering Realm, and he wanted to be unwilling to give up, and wanted to condense the sixth human pattern, but it seemed that he didn't succeed.

"Okay! The brothers are open to eat today, and all the expenses are counted in my account!" The insolent voice sounded as always, isn't there anyone else in Mo Heng?

"Okay!" A warm cheer sounded behind him, and it sounded really sincere, but it was not known whether it was for Mo Heng's successful promotion or this feast.

The figure flickered, and when he stepped on the second floor first, the figure that appeared at the entrance of the ladder was the Mo Heng who made Mo Zhiyao hate him!

Over the years, Mo Heng's figure has become more burly, and he has grown a lot taller, with a slight beard up and down his lips. is only fourteen years old, but he looks like an ordinary person eighteen or nineteen years old.

And those who came up immediately behind were naturally Mo Hang and Mo Yang, who were foaming at the mouth and making a lot of meaty words. The two of them have not changed much, they are tall, thin, and round, but their faces are less childish and a little more mature. However, the flattery on the faces of the two has not changed.

The few people who came up after that were all old acquaintances, all of them were teenagers from various families in the clan who had been close to Mo Heng.

Mo Zhiyao was sitting diagonally facing the staircase, and Mo Heng had just walked a few steps when he saw the beast-skin boy sitting there.

Mo Heng's expression was obviously stunned, and Mo Hang, who had been concentrating on patting the horse's whiskers, noticed that Mo Heng's expression was wrong, and hurriedly looked over.

The faces of several people became a little stunned, they never expected that Mo Zhiyao, who had been missing for nearly a year, would appear here.

And the corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth also raised a chilling arc, unexpectedly just returned to Iwacheng, and met Mo Heng and the others again.