Mo Yihan was skinny and bones, and at first glance he looked exactly like a zombie who had robbed his body... His withered old face smiled sinisterly, and 80% of the blood and essence in his body had been absorbed by the alchemy furnace.
"What a precious treasure, what a good Yuan Weapon... 200 years ago, I refined the first Yuan Weapon, which was a great event in the entire Shenwei Imperial Court... That sword absorbed 50% of my essence and blood, and it took 16 hours.
It is already outstanding and makes tens of thousands of foundation builders jealous."
"And this device has absorbed 80% of my essence and blood. After a day and a night, it is still churning. It is indeed a device of natural selection that was made from the true foundation of Zixia and cost 360 pieces of heaven and earth spiritual treasures...
When my divine weapon is born, there will be no more primitive weapons in the world, hahaha."
The clouds are steaming and the clouds are bright, the purple air is billowing, and the spiritual mist is dense and dense, gathering and never scattering, like a colorful phoenix, a unicorn, or a thousand-year-old turtle.
"The auspicious gatherings, this is a rare phenomenon in the world that is rare in a thousand years... Hahahaha!"
Mo Yihan's voice was hoarse when he laughed, and his dim yellow eyes had even sunk to the deepest part of their sockets, almost falling into the skull, which was eerie and terrifying.
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Zhao Chu crossed his legs and closed his eyes, pressing one hand on the 'stele'. As the blood poured in, the 'stele' became more and more solid. The names of the heroes shone with unparalleled brilliance, making the world golden.
At the same time, Zhao Chu was breathing rapidly, and the 'stele' contained immense power, which seemed to be able to tear the sky apart directly. This power was like the most enchanting witch in the world, seducing Zhao Chu's mind.
He couldn't wait to try the power of this great weapon of heaven and earth, this milestone 'monument'.
"It's almost over, it will be over soon... Old pickle, whether it is life or death, we will win or lose with one move."
Zhao Chu's pupils were scarlet and seemed to be dripping with blood.
Mo Yihan is indeed a powerful golden elixir that has been brewing for 200 years. Although the base is broken, the streams of essence and blood are comparable to Zhao Chu's Zixia True Foundation.
The spirit body is worthy of being the biological son of Heaven. Although the inscription true foundation is slightly inferior to the Zixia true foundation, it is not much weaker... But you must know how much effort Zhao Chu put in for this Zixia true foundation by chance.
, but the true foundation of the inscription does not even have shackles.
Comparing people with each other makes people angry.
calm!
As the last drop of essence and blood irrigation ended, Zhao Chu took a deep breath and entered a state of tranquility.
The most earth-shattering killing moves are often brewed in the most peaceful environment.
My heart is like a dry well, and I am not sad about anything. Whether it is life or death, I am fighting for my life.
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outside world.
Mo Yihan's drooped eyelids suddenly opened, and a golden light was like a blazing flame, making the air hot.
Done!
After 200 years of painstaking arrangements, the element of natural selection was finally refined.
After many desperate days and nights, Mo Yihan's heart never wavered. He firmly believed that he was the son of natural selection in this life.
God has been kind to me.
With trembling hands, Mo Yihan swallowed hard, feeling more nervous than ever before.
Boom!
He knew the secret formula for opening the Cold Fire Alchemy Furnace by heart, but at this moment, he made a mistake... The second secret formula fell, and with a loud noise that destroyed the world, the Cold Fire Divine Furnace suddenly opened.
Purple clouds tower over the sky, and golden light shines everywhere.
It seemed that the whole world was immersed in the bright and vast glow, like a miracle coming.
Mo Yihan trembled all over, and his whole face was illuminated a deep purple-gold color... He was looking forward to it, eagerly, and his heart was beating.
finally!
A huge 'stele' that was as tall as two people slowly floated out of the alchemy furnace.
Like a huge sword holding up the sky, on the 'stele', the most original power of heaven and earth evolved, making the three thousand rules surrender, the world in ten directions trembled, and the entire sky screamed.
"This... this is... this is the 'instrument' of heaven and earth?"
"Ancient important weapons, 'Tripod', 'Stele', 'Bell', 'Gua'...I actually got one of the most important weapons, 'Stele'?"
Mo Yihan was stunned and fell to the ground, crying bitterly.
"Master, you once said that I am selfish and narrow-minded and cannot conform to the way of heaven. The Nascent Soul is the limit... Open your dog eyes and see clearly... I have obtained an ancient weapon, I have obtained a milestone 'monument'."
"A hundred thousand years from now, no one will dare to say that I am narrow-minded. Those who are given important gifts will bear the burden of the common people and the country, and have eternal compassion in their hearts. Those who have great ambitions, great opportunities, and great abilities..."
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Mo Yihan's hair was disheveled, like a complete madman.
With trembling palms, he circled the 'stele' more than a dozen times, his steps filled with excitement, mixed with deep awe.
"The 'milestone'... come back quickly!"
Exactly ten minutes later, Mo Yihan straightened his clothes and solemnly raised his arms... This was the secret to controlling the elemental weapon. He had been unfamiliar with it for 200 years, but he had never forgotten it.
5 seconds!
10 seconds!
40 seconds!
One minute!
Time passed... Unfortunately, the 'stele' didn't move at all.
Mo Yihan's heart froze, something was wrong... there was no feeling of blood connection at all.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, the warning sign popped up, and a strong wind roared behind him. Mo Yihan's scalp suddenly went numb, and an iron plate not far away came fiercely through the air, trying to lift him up to take off.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Everything is between lightning and flint...
cloth!
Mo Yihan turned his head, and within his sight, he could only see the overwhelming cloth... These cloths contained rich spiritual energy, rising into the sky, like white silk ribbons of death, covering the entire sky.
"Oops!"
His heart skipped a beat and he was about to get out of the way.
But above the sole of the foot, there was a piece of plain cloth wrapped around it.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
For a few breaths, Mo Yihan's mind was still blank before he was wrapped tightly by hundreds of pieces of cloth.
tight!
Before his mind could come back to his senses, the cloth wrapped around him contracted crazily, squeezing his bones with a crackling sound, and the pain was unbearable... At this time, Mo Yihan also saw a scene he would never forget.
The lifeless corpse in front of him was recovering its vitality and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Purple thunder rolled, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked.
Waves of purple clouds exploded on Zhao Chu's body like fireworks, and his skin recovered quickly.
In less than a minute, Zhao Chu's complexion was rosy, his pupils were calm, and his blood was rolling like a bell, like a landslide, a tsunami, or a waterfall in the sea, and he was staring at him indifferently.
Those cold eyes were like looking at a... corpse!
One moment can decide life or death.
Mo Yihan, a super strong man who dominated the Divine Power Imperial Court 200 years ago, calmed down instantly.
He gritted his teeth and exerted all his energy to the extreme.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In an instant, the entire world seemed to be enveloped by a layer of mysterious magnetic power.
Countless metals buzzed, and then, the overwhelming metals rushed towards this direction like locusts with no end in sight.
Zhao Chu's expression did not change, and he used Liufeng Step to the extreme, strolling amidst the metal attacks in the sky, but his eyes became more cold... On the other side, Mo Yihan controlled countless metals and also attacked him.
He was tied up with plain cloth, getting tighter and tighter. If the time dragged on for too long, he might be strangled to death.
Manipulating the metal, he was blasting towards him, leaving no room for anything, it was simply hysterical... Mo Yihan was not afraid of metal, he was bound to cut Subu apart with one blow.
"You should not expose your weaknesses and shortcomings too early, thus giving me time to make calculations."
The erratic but indifferent voice in the air sounded from behind Mo Yihan.
At the same time, an emerald-green spiritual needle, mixed with a spiritual thread, came out crazily... Spiritual Suture Technique.
This spiritual needle is made of cold bamboo. Compared with metal spiritual needles, it has weaknesses in toughness and durability, but the advantage is that the raw materials are not difficult to find... Zhao Chu participated in Liu Lao's bet at Lingluo Villa that day and got it.
There are 12 sticks in a box.
He originally thought that these bamboo needles were of no use. On the Wuhui battlefield, they could not even break through the blanks of the black rice dumpling elephant.
Who knew that facing the almost invincible Yuan Magnetic Dou's rotation today would be the key to success or failure.
Yuan Magnetic Dou's rotating body can control all metals, and his physical body and metals move around, making him almost immortal.
Phew... click!
The bamboo needle touched Mo Yihan's neck, and it broke directly. The latter's entire neck showed an eerie metallic luster.
"Hmph... You are so young and have a vicious heart. Do you think this little bamboo needle can break my Yuan Magnetic Dou rotation? It must not be easy for you to control these pieces of cloth. When I break this piece of cloth, it will be
When you are disemboweled and your body is broken into pieces."
Mo Yi smiled coldly, his pupils flashing with overwhelming anger.
The metals he controlled were just ordinary iron. It would be difficult to cut through the spiritual cloth, but Mo Yihan was confident that it would only be a matter of time.
He hated Zhao Chu to the core.
"Sorry, I didn't expect the bamboo needle to kill you, I just didn't give up and tried it out."
Zhao Chu shook his head and flicked his sleeves!
Whoosh!
With the next breath, five bamboo needles flickered out one after another. This time, he did not assassinate Mo Yihan again, but... embroidered on the plain cloth wrapping the latter.
In an instant, more than a dozen defensive formations were completed, and nine-colored neon lights appeared one after another on the plain cloth.
A few minutes later...215 defensive formations were completed.
But the metals controlled by Mo Yihan could no longer shake the defensive formation on the plain cloth.
"Bitch thief...you are actually a spiritual seamer. It's a shame you could come up with such a vicious trick."
Mo Yihan was wrapped in layers of nine-color neon robes, making him unable to move... Not to mention those mortal irons, even spiritual weapons could not easily cut through them.
At the same time, his heart was violently shocked.
Jiucai Lingluo, who can do this, can be called a genius spiritual seamer. How old is this guy!
On the opposite side, although Zhao Chu looked relaxed, there was also a huge wave in his heart.
Mo Yihan is indeed a former golden elixir powerhouse, and the power he burst out in that moment is definitely not weaker than Lu Xiu Ming, who was still in the foundation building stage.
With his cultivation and experience, the Yuan Magnetic Dou's rotation is much stronger than that of ordinary foundation builders.
"Keep strangling me until I die!"
With a flick of his finger, under Zhao Chu's control, the plain cloths flashing with nine-color neon shrank again. Mo Yihan's face turned red, his pupils vomited out, and his face was filled with shocking bursts of blood vessels.
Bang!
Suddenly, a hole exploded in his neck.
The metal pipe continued to breathe air.
"Kid, if you want to strangle me to death, you can give up... If Tangtang Yuanci Dou turns around and is killed by a mere Qi Refining Realm, I will die too suffocated... Facing a realm like yours, I can't
Immortality."
The vocal cords are ruptured and the voice is hoarse and unpleasant.
Mo Yihan despised Zhao Chu. He was confident that as long as there was enough time, Zhao Chu's spiritual power would be exhausted and the latter would die.
Boom!
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the 'stele' that he had worshiped devoutly for a long time rose directly into the sky, and then crashed down.
The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.
A pit three feet deep is shocking.
At the bottom of the pit, half of Mo Yihan's head was smashed, leaving only one eye shining with hatred.