The monstrous aura permeated from Mo Zhiyao's body, and that kind of ferocity was much stronger than the half-demon beasts in this sealed land. At this moment, the killing god in Nanyuan was already completely furious.........

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Looking at Mo Zhiyao, who suddenly came out, Chang Lingzhen was stunned at first, and then glanced at the back, and it seemed that only the former came out, that brother Shu Hongyan, still did not appear.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyao's face was filled with a chilling aura, and that kind of beast-like gaze made Chang Lingzhen's pupils shrink slightly.

After glancing at Chang Lingzhen coldly, Mo Zhiyao turned his body and looked at Bai Xie and Mo Yan, who were covered in bruises and wilted breath, and an even more intense violent aura seemed to overflow from his body uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I came out a little late. Squatting down, Mo Zhiyao put his hands on the shoulders of the two, and said in a low voice.

"Zhiyao, why did you come out alone?" What about Senior Sister Hongyan?" Bai Xie's eyes turned, and he also found that Brother Shu Hongyan was not with Mo Zhiyao, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly asked.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister Hongyan is fine, but she will stay in the cold stream for a while. Mo Zhiyao patted Bai Xie's shoulder and said softly.

Hearing that Brother Shu Hongyan was fine, Bai Xie and Mo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and then Bai Xie wiped the blood on his face, smiled bitterly at Mo Zhiyao, and said, "I'm sorry, the two of us are really useless, and we have been beaten into this virtue." ”

Although he knew the huge gap in strength between Mo Zhiyao and Chang Lingzhen, for some reason, Bai Xie had a feeling that if he was against Mo Zhiyao, even if Chang Lingzhen and Wang Lei joined forces, I am afraid that they would not be able to get any benefits.

"Far away, although it's a bit too much to say, but those two beasts, I'll leave them to you. "Like Bai Xie, for Mo Zhiyao, Mo Yan also has an inexplicable confidence.

"Don't worry, I'll leave them all to me. Mo Zhiyao looked at the two people in front of him, a touch of hideous blood, and climbed up in his eyes. "I promise, none of them will want to get out of here alive. ”

Mo Zhiyao's voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed in this space, and anyone could hear the monstrous violence contained in it. At this moment, it was like a Nine Shadows Shura, descending from hell to the world.

Looking at Mo Zhiyao, whose face was filled with hideous and violent colors, Bai Xie and Mo Yan glanced at each other and nodded at the same time.

"Then be careful. Bai Xie stretched out his hand and gently punched Mo Zhiyao, and said with a smile. This young man who cultivated lower than him made him feel relieved.

Mo Zhiyao nodded, then stood up, slowly turned around, and his gaze full of crazy killing intent fell on Chang Lingzhen and Wang Lei above.

"It's just you, Mo Zhiyao, are you stupid, a mere seven-pattern convergence peak, and you dare to make a big statement in front of us?" Above, Wang Lei stepped out, looked at Mo Zhiyao condescendingly, and said with a sneer.

For Mo Zhiyao, Wang Lei can be regarded as hateful. If it weren't for Mo Zhiyao's use of means in the reincarnation of Xuansu Pond and ruined his good deeds, he would not have been mad at all, killed all his fellow disciples, and fell to the point where he is now alone.

"Defeating Bian Xuan will make your confidence swell to such a point? Do you think that with your little strength, you are qualified to be arrogant in front of me?" Wang Lei said in a deep voice with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes were half-narrowed, he glanced at Wang Lei coldly, his body moved, and then left an afterimage in the same place, and rushed straight to Wang Lei in mid-air.

Seeing that Mo Zhiyao didn't even say a word, he just started directly, Wang Lei was stunned at first, and then a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

The powerful power that "crackled" around his fingertips, and then Wang Lei grabbed Mo Zhiyao who was rushing towards him! The sharp force left five clear traces in the void.

However, as soon as Wang Lei's offensive was launched, the grim smile on his face instantly froze, because Mo Zhiyao in front of him had strangely disappeared!

A faint sound of thunder sounded behind him, and Mo Zhiyao's speed was as fast as teleportation, and a ghostly appearance appeared behind Wang Lei. Without any warm-up and nonsense, a punch was thrown out.

At the same time as Mo Zhiyao's punch was blasted, the air around the fist suddenly seemed to be detonated, and with a thunderous whistling sound, it spread wildly towards the surroundings. The terrifying force caused the void in front of the fist to collapse in an instant, revealing the deep darkness behind it.

"Wang Lei be careful!" Chang Lingzhen looked at this scene, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted in a deep voice.

It's just that Chang Ling's real reminder was obviously a step too late, Mo Zhiyao's punch was extremely fast, and the punch containing extreme terrifying power really hit Wang Lei's vest.

"Bang!"

The voice, which was so low that it seemed to be able to shake people's hearts, resounded at this moment, and then everyone saw that Wang Lei's figure, like a disemboweled cannonball, shot out wildly, and finally smashed on the ground. His entire body was embedded under the surface, and huge cracks, centered on Wang Lei, spread out in all directions.

"Whew!"

The sound of the splitting wind sounded, and Mo Zhiyao's figure appeared directly above Wang Lei, his face full of crazy killing intent, and at this moment it looked a little distorted, looking extremely hideous.

"I said a long time ago, you people from Beishan Pavilion, I will kill one by one! You still dare to appear in front of me!" A voice with an endless taste of rage came out of Mo Zhiyao's mouth. At the same time, Mo Zhiyao's fists were like cannons, with terrifying power, pouring down towards Wang Lei!

Mo Zhiyao's punch speed was extremely fast, his eyesight was weak, and he could only see two vague afterimages. The thunderous fist, the madness of the wind and rain slammed down, and then everyone saw that the earth under Wang Lei suddenly cracked, and the twisted cracks stretched out like spider webs.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyao has completely become synonymous with violence, and every punch will bring up a cloud of scarlet blood mist, and the sound of bones breaking that makes people's scalp numb will sound like bursting beans one after another.

Looking at this scene, everyone in the audience was shocked and inexplicable, that Wang Lei was the chief disciple of the Beishan Pavilion, and his cultivation was even more at the peak of the Eight Lines of Merge, such a strong man was beaten so miserably by Mo Zhiyao in one face, and he didn't have the slightest power to fight back.

"Stop!" Chang Lingzhen in mid-air was also distracted by the scene in front of him for a moment, and then hurriedly shot out, and the vast spiritual power turned into a golden long sword, slashing towards Mo Zhiyao angrily!

"Get out of the way!" Mo Zhiyao's face was as hideous as a ghost, and he punched out with his backhand, and the majestic spiritual power directly swept out like lightning and smashed on the golden long sword.

The fist and sword struck together, Chang Lingzhen's face suddenly changed, and Mo Zhiyao's blow was fierce beyond his imagination, not only crushing the spiritual power long sword, but also making his body take a step back!

"This kid!" Chang Lingzhen's eyes instantly swelled with horror, and Mo Zhiyao's arrogance made his heart overflow with monstrous waves.

One punch knocked back Chang Lingzhen, and the violent color on Mo Zhiyao's face became even stronger, and he flew down, roared angrily, and smashed out his fists at the same time. Terrifying ripples of power spread out where the fists fell. And as the ripples of power spread, Wang Lei's body directly collapsed completely.

Mo Zhiyao, who was a mad demon, actually beat Wang Lei Shengsheng, a great disciple of Beishan Pavilion, who had always been known for his physical strength, into a ball of minced meat with his bare hands!

The five fingers were curled into claws, and the golden spiritual power lingered around the fingertips, like five sharp blades, and was fiercely inserted into Wang Lei's lower abdomen. And with the lifting of the arm, the flesh and blood of the primordial god was dug up alive by Mo Zhiyao!

The power of absorption surged out from the palm of his hand, and the puddle of rotten flesh on the ground turned into a puff of ashes in the middle of his breath. Mo Zhiyao's body was full of splashed blood, and a pungent smell of blood emanated from his body.

Getting up, with the smell of blood and violence all over his body, Mo Zhiyao walked out slowly, and Sen Ran's gaze swept over those Donghua Sect disciples in the distance one by one. All the Donghua Sect disciples who were swept by Mo Zhiyao's gaze all trembled, their faces turned pale, and their originally fierce faces were full of fear at this moment.

The two people not far away, Bai Xie and Mo Yan, their throats were also rolling violently at this moment, and their eyes were filled with unbelievable shock. Even the two of them didn't expect that Mo Zhiyao would be so fierce. In a moment, it was to kill that Wang Lei on the spot!

At this moment, the atmosphere between heaven and earth fell directly into a dead silence, and after a long time, the sound of inhaling cold air sounded one after another.

Killing an eight-pattern realm cultivator like Wang Lei in seconds, at this level, even some ordinary body transformation powerhouses may not be able to do it easily. What's more, Mo Zhiyao is only a cultivator of the Seven Patterns.

In fact, speaking of which, Wang Lei's death was not unjust. Mo Zhiyao's own combat power is enough to fight beyond the level. Wang Lei surpassed the latter by a human pattern, and he could not pose any threat to Mo Zhiyao at all. Coupled with his carelessness, Mo Zhiyao took the lead when he came up, and the result was such a miserable end.

The cold gaze finally fell on Chang Lingzhen's body, and the cold wind-like voice echoed in this heaven and earth, clearly sending it into everyone's ears.

"Next, it's your turn. ”

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chang Lingzhen's face was also slowly gloomy, and the hands hanging down at his side gradually clenched, and there was a sense of coldness surging in his half-squinted eyes.