Chapter 63: Feather snake

Seeing Mo Yan's behavior, Zhou Yuan's expression changed for the first time since he played.
He could clearly perceive the terrifying power contained in the tricolor lotus in front of Mo Yan.
boom!
At almost the same moment, Zhou Yuan's movements accelerated instantly.
Although he was confident that Mo Yan couldn't beat him, he didn't want to create variables in vain.
Zhou Yuan, who turned into a flash of red light, quickly moved Mo Yan.
His mind moved slightly, unconsciously speeding up the mixing of the different fires in his hands.
The difficulty of fusion of different fires has never been a simple additive stacking, and its difficulty coefficient is geometrically multiplied.
If two extremely unstable different fires are merged, if the difficulty factor is one, then the difficulty factor of three extremely unstable different fires is at least ten.
Therefore, even if Mo Yan's control over the different fires has reached the limit due to his physical constitution, the integration of the three different fires is still a huge challenge for him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the lotus in front of Mo Yan, a small explosion sounded like a firework.
The red and blue flames were originally blended together, but when they came into contact with the pale necromantic cold fire, they seemed to have reached a critical point, and they couldn't merge anyway.
Mo Yan pursed his lips, his eyes filled with madness.
There is no time for him to perform fine operations.
In the next instant, he squeezed his hands against the void, abruptly trying to combine the three flames violently.
"Boom!"
A muffled thunder blasted, and a small fire lotus exploded directly above the lotus, exploding in Mo Yan's chest.
Fortunately, at that moment, a group of cyan flames emerged from Mo Yan's body and turned into a layer of gauze, blocking the violent energy of the lotus flower, otherwise Mo Yan would really set himself on fire.
That is the power of the heat of life.
At this moment, Mo Yan's face paled quickly, but a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He looked down at the flame lotus that kept flashing red, blue and white.
This lotus, which is formed by the fusion of three different fires, has not reached perfection.
Because the violent spiritual power contained in it was too terrifying, Mo Yan estimated that he had to reach the Nascent Soul Stage before he could fully grasp this power.
At this moment, in order to fuse these three different fires together, he instantly exhausted all his spiritual power.
Even if I did my best, I was on a business trip during the integration process.
Fortunately, the Flame of Life has corrected this point for him, otherwise he may feel better.
After this blow, regardless of the result, he was unable to fight again.
But no matter what, this is the strongest trick he can currently use.
Zhou Yuan's eyes quickly shifted from Mo Yan's pale face to the small three-color lotus in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrinking.
It's terrible, this lotus!
The three-color fire lotus floated gently in the air, overflowing with a violent energy that made him feel astonished!
"Go." Mo Yan murmured in a low voice regardless of the surprise in others' hearts.
With a movement of his mind, the three-color different fire lotus flower floating in front of him, blooming like a scorching sun, suddenly turned into a fuzzy flame, and burst out like lightning.
Although the fire lotus contained terrifying power that was majestic enough to overwhelm the river and the sea, it was completely condensed at this time. In the process of traversing the space, no spiritual ripples were lifted.
Just like the calm before the storm, the more silent it is, the more terrifying its power when it erupts, making people feel chilling.
In countless gazes glowing with various emotions, the fire lotus slammed into Zhou Yuan, who was incarnate as a flame giant.
The monks who watched the battle stared at the two figures on the ring without blinking.
Although they haven't experienced it personally, they are all aware of the terrifying power of the fire lotus.
They knew in their hearts that Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan had reached the moment of victory and defeat!
"How could a cultivator in the middle of the golden core use such a terrifying trick?" Zhou Yuan couldn't believe it. His forward figure stopped immediately, and his body rushed back. In the process of retreating, his face appeared on his face. Those two strange patterns flickered again.
Zhou Yuan called out a bizarre snake beast that was several feet long, white all over, and had a pair of golden wings.
"Queen snake in the late fourth stage!"
Under the ring, the Great Lord Jinyang who had only just breathed a sigh of relief, could not help but let out a soft voice.
Zhou Yuan in the early Yuanying stage had a monster pet that was equivalent to the late Yuanying stage.
This is an unimaginable level and strength crush.
Facing the flying three-color lotus flower, Feather Snake had a strange color in its golden vertical eyes.
Its body moved horizontally abruptly, blocking in front of the flame giant that Zhou Yuan had transformed, and the golden wings behind it suddenly exploded and expanded. Like a cloud covering the sky, it was huge and boundless, and the whole was fanned against the different fire lotus.
On it, the two air currents of Yin and Yang revolve, covering a trace of chaotic mist!
"boom!"
The thunderous explosion sounded through the ring.
An extremely terrifying storm of spiritual power, in an instant, swept out between the feathered snake's wings and the different fire lotus, and immediately filled the ring until it reached the edge of the ring before being blocked by the ring formation.
Under this terrifying collision, the monks who watched the battle, whether they were the low-level monks who had been eliminated long ago and whose cultivation level was no more than the foundation pill, or those high-level monks from various sects, were all shocked, showing The color of horror.
"Does the fighting between two monks who are less than fifty years old actually create such a terrifying power?"
The significance of this session of the Seven Domains Forum was finally manifested at this time.
The cultivators who have fought in this round are no less inferior to the Taoist cultivators in their talents and means, and it is even possible that they have even experienced it.
If it hadn't been for this seven-domain discussion, even if these people had extraordinary talents, they would not have been buried, but their growth rate would definitely be slower than that of Taoist monks.
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The aftermath of the three-colored flames on the ring and the jaw-dropping faces under the ring formed a unique landscape.
All the monks cast their eyes on the overlapping flames.
In the interweaving of many sights, several figures slowly emerged from it after a while.
Zhou Yuan has transformed from a flame giant to a normal state, and the flame fox is as if it's gone~EbookFREE.me~ lying on his shoulders with a weak look.
Zhou Yuan himself looked quite embarrassed, and his robe was full of burn marks.
The feathered snake and alien beast that was directly opposed to the different fire lotus flower, there were already several pieces of charred on the white snake body, and the flesh and blood that bloomed in it could be faintly seen.
At this time, Zhou Yuan's eyes were on the opposite side of the ring.
There stood a pale Mo Yan, even so, Mo Yan still had that calm look on his face.
Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of imperceptible violence flashed deep in his eyes.
He was full of spiritual power, ready to attack again.
"I admit defeat in this battle." The next moment, Mo Yan glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was not injured, just said slowly, turning around and walking towards the ring without looking back.
With this trick, he had already tried his best. At this time, his whole body was exhausted, and he had no spare power to fight.
But Zhou Yuan was unscathed.
There is no other choice but to admit defeat.
Indeed, the gap between him and Zhou Yuan is still too great.
But he was also very calm, without any pretentious feelings.
He was only twenty-three this year, but Zhou Yuan was already forty.
The age gap lies there and cannot be ignored.
In the next few decades, when the practice time of more than ten years is very small.
He was confident that by then, Zhou Yuan would no longer be his opponent.
Among so many talented cultivators, if he is truly admired and convinced, it is actually only Lu Qingshan who is younger than him.
"This battle, Zhou Yuansheng!" Seeing Mo Yan leaving the ring, the Hanging Saint Master's eyes flashed, and the result was announced in a deep voice.