In the depths of the Death Swamp, torrents of dead air roared and poured into the Heavenly Phoenix Bell. Looking at this scene, Mo Zhiyao's face also became extremely difficult to look at. In this kind of scene, the Life Devouring Swamp Spirit actually gathered all the dead qi in the entire Shouyang Mountain Range, and it was obviously about to launch a desperate counterattack.

Inside the Tianhuang Bell, in the condensation of dead qi, the huge body of the one-horned centipede, which had been transparent, actually solidified again, and its body became thicker and thicker. The scales on its body surface shimmered with a chilling luster, and waves of violent aura fluctuated and spread out.

With the support of all the dead qi in the entire Shouyang Mountain Range, the state of the unicorn centipede became unprecedentedly violent, and as soon as its body was pulled, it hit the inner wall of the Tianhuang Bell heavily.

"Boom!"

A low voice sounded, and the Tianhuang Bell, which had been as steady as a mountain and did not move at all, trembled for the first time under the impact of the unicorn centipede. Zhong Ling's face changed, and the resistance of the Devouring Swamp Spirit was more intense than he expected.

"Humph!"

Zhong Ling's eyes suddenly coldened, and he leaned down, and his palms fell heavily on the Tianhuang Bell. The bell rings, and the ripples reverberate. The one-horned centipede in the Tianhuang Bell let out a sharp roar again.

And with this roar, the one-horned centipede in the Tianhuang Bell resisted even more violently. The sound of the bell caused by the violent impact was deafening, and where the invisible sound wave passed, even Mo Zhiyao's heart trembled, and he hurriedly used the power of the demon spirit to offset the impact of the bell.

The sound of a huge bell rang from the depths of the Death Swamp, and then spread to every corner of the Shouyang Mountain Range. The mountains and rocks rolled, the earth cracked, and the figures flying in the sky immediately fell to the dust with more than half of them spitting blood.

The rest of the people were dumbfounded, and the expressions on their faces showed a look of unbelievable fear. What happened in the swamp of death?

At the same time, the four Chu Xing'er in the sky above the Death Swamp, their eyes flickered, and when they felt this sound wave, the vibration in their hearts was also incomprehensible.

"What the hell is this kid doing inside!" The look on Yan Yang's face was originally calm, but at this moment, the pupils of his eyes suddenly constricted, and he gasped, and a strong light flashed in his eyes.

In the swamp of death, Mo Zhiyao looked at the violently trembling Tianhuang Bell in front of him with a solemn face, and he was also a little apprehensive in his heart. Although Zhong Ling had confidently said before that he could definitely erase the spirit of the Devouring Swamp Spirit, looking at the scene in front of him, it didn't seem to be so smooth.

"I still don't believe it!" Zhong Ling looked at the Tianhuang Zhong who was trembling violently under him, and his face was also a little ugly. Boasting about Haikou in front of Mo Zhiyao before, but now it is such a situation, which makes him a little embarrassed.

However, just when Zhong Ling was about to increase his strength again, the immovable dragon stick that Mo Zhiyao had been holding in his hand flew out on its own, and the golden light in the sky shone brightly, turning into a mighty heavenly dragon and storming over.

"How!"

The Celestial Dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a loud dragon groan, and then the huge dragon body twisted, and the dragon tail that flashed with dazzling golden rays struck the Tianhuang Bell fiercely.

The dragon's tail collided with the Tianhuang Bell, and the bell ringing caused this time was actually with the sound of the dragon chanting and the phoenix. The sound waves shook Mo Zhiyao's face drastically, and his body violently withdrew from a hundred feet away.

And as this strange bell that also contained the power of the dragon phoenix rang out, an extremely domineering invisible fluctuation swept towards the inside of the heavenly phoenix bell like a mountain torrent that broke the embankment.

This time, inside the Tianhuang Bell, there was no strange sound, and the bell body that was originally violently trembling also became quiet. The turbulent space around it also slowly returned to a stable state.

"Whew!"

In the huge dragon eyes of the golden heavenly dragon, a very humane disdain appeared, and then glanced at Zhong Ling, who twitched at the corner of his mouth, and his body twisted, and he swaggered back to Mo Zhiyao's side. The golden mangs converged and turned into an immovable dragon stick again.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

After being stunned for a moment, Zhong Ling reacted, and then the corners of his forehead jumped up, looking at the immovable dragon stick and shouting viciously. And the dragon stick that didn't move, but it didn't give him any reaction at all.

Looking at this dramatic scene, Mo Zhiyao was also a little stupid, and then he held the immovable dragon stick with tears and laughter, and said to Zhong Ling, who was a little angry: "Forget it, you make sure first, how is the life-devouring swamp spirit now?"

"I don't have to worry about my business in the future!" Zhong Ling glared at the immovable dragon stick angrily, and then turned around, his palm open. The huge Heavenly Phoenix Bell slowly shrank, and finally suspended above its palm.

"Master, it worked. Zhong Ling's palm flipped, and the Heavenly Phoenix Bell disappeared, replaced by an extremely quiet black-gray light.

In the light cluster, there were waves of spiritual power fluctuations that made people's hearts tremble, and in it, there were also extremely rich fluctuations of dead energy.

"Is this the Life Devouring Swamp Spirit?" Mo Zhiyao took a deep breath, and his mood was also quite excited. Reaching out, he took the black-gray light cluster from Zhong Ling's hand, and whispered with fiery eyes.

The origin of the aura of the eighth mutation attribute is finally obtained. With this Devouring Swamp Spirit, combined with the Transformation Wood Spirit, after he was promoted to the Transformation Realm in the future, he would be able to advance to cultivation at a speed far beyond that of ordinary people.

After a while, Mo Zhiyao gradually calmed down his agitated mind, and with a grip of his palm, the group of devouring swamp spirits was sent into the hole nest where the earth and stone attribute origin spirit beast in his body was located.

In the hole nest, a turtle-shaped origin spirit beast with a strong head and horns, cheered, took a big mouth, and unceremoniously swallowed the group of devouring swamp spirits into its abdomen, and then all its limbs shrank into the turtle shell, dormant and began to devour.

This turtle-shaped origin spirit beast, on the tortoise shell on its back, has a hideous grimace totem, which is the earth and stone attribute origin spirit beast bred by Mo Zhiyao himself, the ghost pattern turtle.

Seeing that the Ghost Pattern Turtle began to devour the Devouring Swamp Spirit, Mo Zhiyao also withdrew his gaze. It will take a long time for the former to completely fuse the Devouring Swamp Spirit with his own body. And after its devouring is completed, Mo Zhiyao can use this to impact the metamorphosis realm. Now, but not the time.

"Far away, now the four of Chu Xing'er are all outside, after you go out, you have to be careful. Jiu Se said in Mo Zhiyao's heart.

"Are they all outside?" Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he sneered, and then his figure flashed, and he swept straight up.

It's not that easy to snatch something from my Mo Zhiyao's hands!

...............。

"Whew!"

A streamer-like figure shot out of the swamp of death, and then stood proudly in the air.

"Hehe, did you finally come out?" Looking at the young figure that was as straight as a gun, a sneer appeared on Yan Yang's handsome face, and then, his gaze fell on the former's body.

"Mo Zhiyao, there is one thing, I'm very interested, I don't know if you are willing to give me an answer?" Yan Yang volleyed out of the air and came to a hundred feet in front of Mo Zhiyao, his eyes flickered, and he said with a sneer.

"I don't want to. Mo Zhiyao raised his eyes, glanced at Yanyang, and said indifferently.

Mo Zhiyao's simple answer made the hot sun stunned. With his identity and strength, no one really dares to talk to him like this.

Immediately, the smile on Yan Yang's face, which did not have the slightest warmth, slowly converged, and his eyes were full of coldness. "Looks like you're not going to cooperate? In that case, I'll have no choice but to do it. When you fall into my hands, I'll let you spit out all your secrets. ”

"As long as you have the skills. Mo Zhiyao's expression was indifferent, but in his eyes, there was a touch of scarlet, which was gathering little by little.

Yanyang heard Mo Zhiyao's words, and the smile on his face at this moment had completely dissipated, replaced by a gloomy color with anger. As the chief disciple of the Fire God Palace, no one in this Fog Demon Sea Domain had ever dared to provoke him in person like this.

A trace of killing intent began to emerge from Yan Yang's eyes, and then his palm slowly clenched, and an extremely astonishing momentum, accompanied by his cold voice, suddenly erupted.

"Mo Zhiyao, play tricks in front of me, you don't have that qualification yet!"

As Yanyang's voice fell, a fierce and majestic fiery red spiritual power rose from his body like a flame, swept away, and the terrifying high temperature instantly evaporated the air in this space, causing the void to be slightly distorted.

The strength of this Yanyang is already the initial level of the real single pattern metamorphosis, and this level is far from being comparable to Zhou Ying and Xiao Chen.

"Did you really break through to the early stage of metamorphosis?" Looking at the amazing scorching sun in front of him, Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a pair of palms behind him were slowly clenched. In the early stage of the transformation of the single pattern, although Mo Zhiyao felt extremely tricky, it was far from the point where he was afraid of fear.

A touch of fiery battle intent, mixed with a palpitating violent color, jumped into the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth grinned, revealing two rows of Bai Sensen's teeth.

"Don't regret trying to steal my things. ”

"Regret? You'll know right away who the person who regrets it is. Hearing this, a sneering sneer with a cruel taste appeared on Yan Yang's face, and he said in a cold voice.

When the Nine Lines break through the air, the Flame Sun will be able to kill the Transformation Powerhouse of the Single Pattern by leapfrogging the level. Now that his cultivation has successfully broken through to the early stage of incarnation, his skyrocketing strength has greatly increased his confidence. A small nine-pattern broke through the air, and he didn't even look at it.