"The tempering method of this third-layer condensation tower is a little too ferocious, isn't it?" Looking at the cold current hurricane roaring above, and the majestic sea of sand below that seemed to be calm on the surface, but was actually turbulent, Mo Zhiyao couldn't help but roll his throat fiercely.

Looking at it, this space seems to have no end at all, and Mo Zhiyao doesn't know where the end of his trip is.

After experiencing the gentle tempering method of the second layer, it was obviously a little difficult for Mo Zhiyao to accept the violent tempering in front of him for a while.

However, after a short period of mental adjustment, Mo Zhiyao's eyes once again showed an unyielding color. From the day he stepped into the path of cultivation, Mo Zhiyao has never been a flower in a greenhouse. It is precisely because of this that he has experienced storms and countless bloody polishes, and he actually prefers this simple and crude direct cultivation method even more.

"Come on, I don't believe I can't hold on!"

Mo Zhiyao's face showed a ruthless color. Then, his steps were still raised, and then without the slightest hesitation, he took a step towards the sky in front of him!

"Bang!"

Just as Mo Zhiyao's footsteps took that point, a python-like sand whip roared up from the sea of sand below, and then slammed into his body.

At the same time as the muffled sound sounded, Mo Zhiyao was directly volleyed into the air, and the sharp pain spread on his shoulder, and a hideous wound, from his right shoulder to his left waist, almost crossed half of his small body, as if he was going to tear his body into two pieces.

Large drops of sweat seeped out of Mo Zhiyao's forehead in an instant and rolled down his cheeks. However, when he raised his head, the scene that caught his eyes suddenly made his pupils suddenly constrict!

I saw that in the sky above, a huge blue cold current swept across the sky, like a sharp blade, mercilessly slashing down towards him!

"Bang!"

Mo Zhiyao rolled down from a height of hundreds of zhang in embarrassment, and the huge force of the fall made the entire sea of sand seem to tremble.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes instantly turned red, his trembling arms slammed into the ground, and his whole body rolled forward with a tumbling roll, thus avoiding a blazing sand whip that came again.

However, now Mo Zhiyao is unable to use the spiritual power in his body, and his physical strength seems to have been greatly weakened, so even his sensitivity has been greatly reduced.

Therefore, in the next moment, there were several sand whips, which slammed into his body again, causing him to be directly thrown into the air.

"Tear up!"

The sound of flesh tearing came into Mo Zhiyao's ears, and the sharp pain that surged after the short numbness made his eyes instantly blacken. Half of his body was exposed at this moment, and the blood soaked his whole body into scarlet.

"Shhh

Mo Zhiyao took a hard breath of cold air, forcibly resisted the sharp pain that even his mind seemed to have corroded, and operated his mental method, desperately absorbing the spiritual power at the wound.

The spiritual power left in the wound was more refined than the spiritual sea of the second layer, and if it was divided in terms of quality, the former would undoubtedly be dozens of times higher than the latter.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyao's heart was swirling with only one thought, that is, to survive the third layer of this purgatory-like condensation tower! Because he believed that after he successfully left here, both his physical strength and his cultivation realm would improve again. He's looking forward to it!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The cold snap and the violent sand whip fell on Mo Zhiyao's body like a storm, and a puff of Yin Hong's blood mist drifted in this space. The scalp-tingling thrust reverberates. The figure that flew up and down from time to time would struggle at first, but in the end, it gave up all the useless work and let the cold quicksand whip rage at will.

"Bang!"

Such a crazy volley is not carried out blindly and endlessly. When time passed to the end of the day, Mo Zhiyao's body fell from mid-air and smashed into the sand. The whole body is sunk into the sand. And the raging sand whip and cold snap are also gone. space, restored to its original calm.

And the figure that was almost completely buried was almost unmoving, as if it had lost any life.

Half a day later, a palm with blurred flesh and blood, even bare bones, trembled and stretched out from the sand, and after a while, a barely visible human figure climbed up from the sand.

"Whew... Whew......"

A heavy wheezing sound with a trilling sound, and Mo Zhiyao's eyes were scattered, and it was only after a long time that the focus was gathered again. There was a palpitation on the blood-stained cheeks. In the short one day before, he deeply realized what is called the taste of ice and fire.

"It seems that this kind of tempering also has a time limit. Spit out a mouthful of sand with blood foaming in his mouth, Mo Zhiyao raised his head, glanced ahead and in the sky, and then turned over and fell on his back on top of the hot sand.

"It's the same as I guessed, after all, this place is just for refining the body and improving the strength of the body, not to kill people. I just don't know how long this rest and recovery time will be. ”

Mo Zhiyao lay on the sand like a lump of mud, and his heart was secretly worried. However, at this moment, he could clearly feel that while the sharp pain in his body was dissipating slightly, there was a spiritual power flowing in his originally empty body. This spiritual power is not majestic, but it is abnormally solidified. If you compare it, it is estimated that it takes ten spiritual energy from the depths of the spiritual sea to be able to condense this spiritual power today.

In other words, the degree of condensation of this spiritual power is ten times that of the spiritual power of the Spirit Sea!

No matter how high a monk's cultivation is, the space that can hold spiritual power in his body is limited, not endless. Naturally, in the same accommodating space, the higher the degree of condensation of spiritual power, the more it can naturally be accommodated, the longer the durability of the battle time, and the greater the power of the attacks that erupt.

Moreover, Mo Zhiyao also found that his physical strength seemed to have become slightly stronger.

This discovery immediately made Mo Zhiyao ecstatic. Having endured such terrible ravages has finally paid off. Not for anything else, but to be able to take it easier the next time you take Sandwhip and Cold Snap damage.

However, just as the joy in Mo Zhiyao's heart had just risen, he saw that on the sand not far away, a hurricane rolled up, and the blazing sand grains condensed into a sand whip again.

"Wouldn't it, so fast?"

Mo Zhiyao looked at this scene, his already scarred body, and suddenly trembled violently. The time left for him to cultivate ended so quickly.

"Whew!"

The piercing sound of breaking wind sounded, and in the scream, Mo Zhiyao's body was pulled away again, and a new round of ravaging began again.

.....................

The ice-blue cold current, the furious sand whip, mercilessly slammed over the thin body. It's just that that figure is no longer as miserable as it was at the beginning, and it was involuntarily pulled away, but took the initiative to catch up.

Every cold wind that swept by, and every sand whip that whipped wildly, would leave a clear scar on Mo Zhiyao's body. It's just that Mo Zhiyao's body just trembled a little, and he endured it alive.

Mo Zhiyao raised his head, looked into the distance, and looked ahead. He had spent a full eight days in the three floors of the Condensation Tower. During this time, he had to endure this inhuman torture for ten hours a day, with only two hours to recover from his state.

And after this period of tempering, the kind of damage that even a powerhouse in the Nine Tribulations Realm would cry out and be unbearable was already a piece of cake for Mo Zhiyao. That kind of injury, he completely adapted, or rather, got used to it.

And when Mo Zhiyao had already adapted to this kind of injury, he felt that both the spiritual power in his body and the strength of his physical body had been greatly improved.

Although he can't ignore it, he is obviously able to bear it safely.

Mo Zhiyao had a feeling in his heart that when his body completely withstood the cold current and sand whip damage here, it was the time for him to induce the Sixth Heavenly Tribulation and then leave here.

"It's almost ......" Mo Zhiyao's eyes had a fiery color gushing out, and then his body rose vertically, and once again faced a sand whip that swept through the air.

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Day 10.

The cold wind swept across Mo Zhiyao's body like a blade. However, what is shocking is that the terrifying power did not leave the same hideous scars on his body as before, but only a shallow white mark.

At this moment, if someone looked closely at Mo Zhiyao's body, they would be able to find that on his skin, the crystalline jade-colored aura became more obvious and solid. Moreover, the spiritual power in Mo Zhiyao's body has become extremely strong and rich. An extremely powerful force, derived within his body, and surging.

Mo Zhiyao stood in the air, letting the raging cold wind and terrifying sand whip hit his body at will, but there was no painful expression on his face.

A cloud of white gas erupted from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, and jade-colored spiritual light erupted from his body. The cold sand whips around him could no longer cause any damage to him.

Mo Zhiyao lowered his head and glanced at his radiant body, a smile on the corner of his lips. Then he sat cross-legged in mid-air, his eyes slowly closed.

And as Mo Zhiyao's eyes closed, in his body, the sixth chain of life and death on the body of the Yuan Shen suddenly exploded. At the same time, the brilliant and colorful clouds of calamity also began to condense and gather above the Demon Spirit Nebula.

Mo Zhiyao's sixth heavenly tribulation is coming!