The immovable dragon stick was snatched, Mo Zhiyao was shocked, this Jiuhuazun's strength was too fierce, completely crushing himself.

Throwing away the dragon stick without moving, the sarcasm in Jiuhuazun's eyes became even stronger. With just two fingers, the furious divine power was in the shape of threads, and it landed on Mo Zhiyao's right shoulder like lightning.

"Squeak!"

The sparks flew, and Mo Zhiyao's body almost flew out sideways, and he only stood firm a hundred feet away, and the flesh and blood on his shoulders were blurred. If it weren't for his own physical strength, coupled with the dragon phoenix armor protection, the blow just now would have pierced his shoulder. But even so, the small half of his body was so numb that he was almost unconscious.

"Nice flesh. Jiuhua Zun smiled, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. If you were someone else, one finger just now could destroy half of the other person's body.

"This time, though, I'll see if you can stop it. Jiuhuazun narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then flicked his ten fingers repeatedly.

"Kamistorm!"

The sound of cold drinking fell, and dozens of threads of silver light burst out of the hole like a poisonous python, bursting out of the sky, shooting out from Jiuhuazun's ten fingertips, crossing extremely tricky arcs, overwhelmingly shooting towards Mo Zhiyao, sealing all his retreats.

"Whew!"

In the sonic boom that filled the sky, the silver light of the thread ruthlessly pierced through Mo Zhiyao's whole body. It's just that Jiuhuazun, who saw this scene, didn't have any surprised expression on his face.

The silver light of the thread passed through the body, and there was no trace of blood at all, Mo Zhiyao's body slowly faded, and finally the sound of "Peng!" exploded and turned into nothingness.

It was just a clone left by the Heavenly Demon Dance, not the main body.

"Hmph, there are a lot of means. Jiuhuazun's eyes were cold, and his face was a little ugly. With his eyesight, he didn't see when Mo Zhiyao condensed this clone.

"Huh?"

Jiuhuazun's expression moved, turned his body, and looked up at the sky in the distance. The space there was slightly turbulent, and a figure emerged, which was Mo Zhiyao.

Using the Heavenly Demon Dance to escape Jiuhuazun's fatal blow, Mo Zhiyao's face was also a little pale. The situation just now is a few moments, and there is a lot of luck in it.

Staring at Jiuhuazun on the opposite side with scarlet eyes, Mo Zhiyao took a deep breath, and then his eyes became fierce and fierce.

His hands suddenly sealed, and the void behind Mo Zhiyao suddenly became distorted. Faintly, the majestic power of the demon spirit turned into a vast ocean, and waves of violent spiritual power fluctuated, roaring like a hurricane. The monstrous demonic energy swept through, the sea of demonic spirits tumbled endlessly, and the waves of spiritual power rushed into the sky, like a tsunami. In the midst of that, there is a monstrous murder.

The ink-like sea of demonic spirits, between the turbulent roar, rendered this side of the world dark, full of the cold smell that makes people palpitate.

Mo Zhiyao stepped on the sea of demons, the long hair on the back of his head turned silver-white, and he danced wildly in the wind. A pair of bloody pupils, flickering with a cold and cold glow. A royal domineering aura permeated from his body.

Looking at Mo Zhiyao in this form, the pupils of Jiuhuazun and Bahuazun all shrank fiercely. At this moment, the spirits in their bodies seemed to tremble, and an invisible suppression made them feel the urge to crawl at Mo Zhiyao's feet.

That kind of suppression has nothing to do with the strength of cultivation, it is completely the spiritual oppression of the superior to the lower.

Mo Zhiyao, who has the heart of the Demon Ancestor, has the dual identity of the Human Ancestor Demon Emperor, and this kind of suppression from the superior is even more obvious.

"Have they all grown to this point?" Jiu Huazun tried his best to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and his eyes became even more terrifying. "In that case, I can't say anything today that will leave you alive!"

When the words fell, the silver light flashed, and Jiuhuazun rushed straight to Mo Zhiyuan.

Looking at the rushing Jiuhuazun, Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly sharpened, and then the soles of his feet stomped heavily, and the sea of demon spirits under him suddenly rose to the sky with a monstrous ghostly glow.

Thousands of glooms shone in the sky, and the temperature in this world skyrocketed. In the gloom, a full eight rounds of black demonic suns rose into the air from the sea of demonic spirits.

Nine Tribulations Demon Yang, Eight Yang Open!

Mo Zhiyao is now cultivating to the Eighth Heavenly Tribulation, and the power of the Demon Yang has also been raised to the Eighth Round level.

However, now Mo Zhiyao exerted the power of the Eight Suns, which was extremely reluctant, and it could be said that it was beyond his limit.

The power of the Demon Yang was already extremely violent, and when it was cast, it not only required Mo Zhiyao's body to be full of spiritual power, but also required his physical state to be intact. Otherwise, it is extremely easy to backfire on itself.

Now Mo Zhiyao, not only is his spiritual power sluggish, but his physical body is also very damaged. Unleashing the Nine Tribulation Demon Yang in this state, and even reaching his current limit of the power of the Eight Suns, is undoubtedly a rather dangerous thing. One can't control it, and before he can hurt the enemy, he himself will have to end up in a miserable end.

It's a pity that now he has been forced to a dead end by the two Huazun, and he has no choice.

Behind the eight rounds of demon yang, each round of demon yang contains terrifying and terrifying power. A violent and vast fluctuation of spiritual power was also rolling and spreading in it. The space in that place is violently distorted at the moment.

"Lao Jiu do it immediately!"

A loud shout sounded, and Bahuazun, who was originally watching the battle coldly from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up. From those eight rounds of demonic sun, he sensed a smell of near-destruction.

In fact, there is no need for him to remind him at all, Jiuhuazun is no longer procrastinating and lazy, and has put away his previous banter mentality. At the same time, he also secretly regretted in his heart, he knew that Mo Zhiyao's desperate counterattack would be so terrifying, and he should have killed him directly by thunder just now. Now, it's getting tricky.

Now that regret is useless, Jiuhuazun's gaze at Mo Zhiyao became extremely hideous, and his hands quickly sealed in front of him.

And with the change of the printing method, Jiuhuazun's silver hands flashed, and there was a bright red blood color. Between the fingerprints, blood lines remained in the void, and at the same time, a monstrous fierce aura spread out, as if returning to the ancient wilderness.

"Heavenly God Fierce Codex, Fierce God Blood Fist!"

The murderous intent in Jiuhuazun's eyes almost condensed into substance, and the monstrous fierce aura in his body erupted out, and the blood-colored light covered the sky and the sun, almost covering half of the sky. Immediately, he threw a fist!

"Roar!"

With Jiuhuazun's punch blasting out, there was a vague image of an ancient fierce beast roaring in the sky. The red rainbow light turned into a rolling torrent, crushing the void and sweeping towards Mo Zhiyao. The terrible ferocity seems to devour the heavens and the earth!

Jiu Huazun's punch did not have the slightest reservation, even if it was a top-grade Nine Tribulation powerhouse, he would have to fall on the spot! Mo Zhiyao stood above the vast Demon Sea, and his scarlet eyes reflected the terrifying blood-colored torrent. The clothes on his body were blown by the strong wind he carried.

"Come on............"

A low murmur came from Mo Zhiyao's mouth, his hands were slowly spread out, and he held them flat at his sides, and the eight black dazzling suns suspended above the Demon Spirit Ocean behind him instantly turned into rolling magma and flowed down, entrenched all around him.

"Nine Tribulation Demon Yang, Eight Yang Power, Ultimate Demon Soldier Form, Open Heaven Demon Axe!"

The torrent of black magma transformed by the Eight Demon Suns quickly intertwined and merged in front of Mo Zhiyao's body, and finally seemed to turn into substance, and the monstrous black light shone brightly, and finally condensed into a huge black giant axe!

On the giant axe, there are ancient and mysterious patterns, and the evil aura that rushes to the sky tears apart the clouds above, and the ghostly light bursts out, even covering the entire canopy.

The silver hair on the back of his head danced wildly, his eyes were bloodshot, Mo Zhiyao's arms were in the shape of a void, and then he swung it down!

"Whew!"

The low roar of the wind replaced all the sounds in this heaven and earth, and the Heaven Opening Demon Axe turned into a ghostly light and slashed down. At that moment, the entire heaven and earth seemed to freeze and stand still for a moment, and then the void space split into two pieces at the same time as the gloomy light passed!

This axe opens the world!

"Huh!"

There was no earth-shattering clash of spiritual power, and everything was almost calm. But under that calm, there was a terrifying power of ghosts and gods.

As the glow of the Heaven Opening Demon Axe swept by, the red torrent quietly shattered, turning into bits of blood light and scattering in all directions. Jiuhuazun's full force blow, under the Open Heaven Demon Axe, was fundamentally fragile.

"What!"

Jiuhuazun's complexion changed drastically at this time. In his eyes, there was a look of horror that was difficult to hide. The scene in front of him made him unbelievable. With all his might, he was so easily broken by Mo Zhiyao. And at the same time, he could feel that a deadly crisis was suddenly coming!

"Not good!"

Looking at the magic axe that even broke through the sky, Jiuhuazun's skin tightened all over his body. Facing Mo Zhiyao's Open Heaven Axe, which fused the power of the Eight Suns, he clearly felt the horror in it.

Jiuhuazun had a feeling that if he couldn't block this blow, he would be the one who died today!

"!"

Jiuhuazun roared, urging all the strength of his body, and the rolling blood light erupted from his body, and finally bombarded towards the demon axe.

"Zizi!"

This time, in the face of the blow sent by Jiuhuazun, who was doing his best, the Heaven Opening Demon Axe was ghostly, and it never achieved the same momentum as before. The two collided violently, and the terrifying red light raged like a storm, shattering the earth and distorting the void.

It's just that, in the face of the ghostly slash, the red light showed an obvious invincibility, and it was crumbling at an astonishing speed.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood, glowing with silver, spurted out wildly from the mouth of Jiuhuazun, whose face had changed drastically, and the majestic divine power fluctuations around him also became a lot more sluggish. The body retreated violently, looking at the magic axe that had shrunk a lot, but was still full of terrifying power, and when it swept towards him in that sharp demon roar, Jiuhuazun's eyes showed fear for the first time.