Five hundred kinds of little yao arts were the contents that every yao had to learn. Before any yao entered the yao art house, they had to finish learning these five hundred kinds of little yao arts in their own clan. In other words, little yao arts were just the beginning content of yao's cultivation.
But … …
Not possible … … not possible … …
Naturally, Zuo Mo's hands seemed to be controlled by something, and inexplicably used the Straight Penetration Form.
Among the blinding lights, a faint shadow flew out of his right hand and suddenly grew. It was like a monster that suddenly opened its gaping maw and swallowed all the fiend souls in the pagoda.
Pu Yao's voice coincidentally passed over. Zuo Mo's hand stilled slightly. His first feeling was that this was impossible. Five hundred kinds of little yao arts, almost all of them involved the basics of yao arts, and many of them were polar opposites. The first and the five hundredth kind were the two yao arts that were the polar opposites of all the yao arts.
Calm, he had to be calm!
"… … Teacher … …"
Suddenly, a streak of light was like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the clouds. He suddenly thought of the spells and sword scriptures that he had created last time. Among those varied spells and sword scriptures, there were many spells and sword scriptures that countered or countered each other. But he had successfully melded them together.
Zuo Mo did not hear any of Pu Yao's murmurs. He was stunned by the light on his hand and this terrifying presence, and lost the ability to think. It was as though he unconsciously moved his right hand. His right hand was like a fish's tail, light and agile.
Zuo Mo's breathing almost stopped. He told himself over and over again to be calm, and forced himself to calm down.
"Divine Summoning Art!"
Pu Yao's bloody pupil stared unblinkingly at the flowing light that lit up in front of Zuo Mo. He unconsciously stopped breathing. He looked as though he was afraid he would disturb this beautiful light. His hands that he usually liked to hide in his black sleeves unconsciously reached out.
Inside the fiendish mist, Lil 'Pagoda that was surrounded by countless fiend souls suddenly shot out blinding light. A powerful suction force came out of nowhere. Tens of thousands of fiend souls were unable to escape in time and were instantly sucked into the pagoda.
The fiend souls that hadn't been sucked in were suddenly frightened and scattered. It was as if there was a terrifying monster inside Lil 'Pagoda that struck fear into their hearts. In the depths of the fiendish mist, the fiendish soul beasts that were hunting at higher levels couldn't help but show shock in their eyes. All of them lay on the ground and didn't dare to move.
He remembered how he was able to control these contrary spells.
The strange power that had shrouded the fiend souls was like a cat that had smelled blood. It impatiently brought countless fiend souls into this strange black and white millstone.
Suddenly, his consciousness split into two like two thin whips. With two completely opposite powers, it entered the lights of the two little yao arts.
But what about little yao arts?
Under the stimulation of death, Zuo Mo found a burst of energy from somewhere. He forced himself to calm down.
It was a pity that after he obtained the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique, he threw this set of spells into the formation to one side and focused on cultivating the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique.
Zuo Mo instantly understood.
The strong feeling of awkwardness increased as the light rose. Zuo Mo felt that the left and right sides of his body were being forcefully twisted by someone in opposite directions.
Zuo Mo's entire body was shrouded in the white light and his figure could not be seen clearly.
Zuo Mo did not have the time to regret why he didn't try to add spells into the formation. He wracked his brain and tried to think how he had combined the two opposite spells and sword scriptures into that set of spells into the formation.
The ball of light in front of Zuo Mo's chest that was shaped like a millstone suddenly gave off a powerful suction force. This suction force was so strong that even Pu Yao was unable to escape. His black robe flapped as it was pulled. The red light in Pu Yao's bloody pupil lit up but his body did not move.
Pu Yao's black robe flapped. His bloody pupil stared unblinkingly at Zuo Mo. He just stood there quietly, not saying a word.
Zuo Mo suppressed the unparalleled feeling of awkwardness and managed to cast two little yao arts at the same time.
Pu Yao's memory seemed to be pulled out very long. Some blurry scenes seemed to overlap with everything that was happening in front of him, as clear as if it was yesterday.
The two powers that had been clashing violently were spinning in opposite directions in a strange manner.
Zuo Mo was extremely panicked. The two little yao arts started to clash. He could feel every minuscule clash of power between the two. The feeling of danger became even stronger. It was like there was a sword hanging above his head. He was unable to move, and right now, there was a mouse furiously gnawing on the rope that held the sword.
Zuo Mo's mind moved and he started [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. Dots of white light gathered from all directions like rain and entered his body. At the same time, the white light that Zuo Mo did not absorb entered the five balls of five element pure energy.
Threads of light that flowed like water, like sprouting branches of light, slowly wrapped around Zuo Mo's empty right hand.
Between extreme movement and extreme stillness, Pu Yao dazedly stared at Zuo Mo's right hand, his murmur clear and audible, "… … Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art … …"
… … What was this?
Silly Bird who had been charging left and right in the fiendish mist suddenly turned her head, her vicious eyes slowly becoming gentle until she recovered her usual lazy and proud appearance. She leisurely turned around and walked her bird walk. None of the murderousness that had been present just now could be seen.
His expression was also extremely strange. It was filled with anticipation, but also as though he was facing a great enemy.
Inside the fiendish mist, Lil 'Pagoda was covered in a layer of faint white light. The surrounding fiendish mist was separated.
The two were like two carriages that were moving in opposite directions. Right now, they were going to be pulled together. How was that possible?
However, there was no time for him to think. After a pause, his hands uncontrollably moved according to Pu Yao's instructions.
Just two little yao arts. Compared to the [Yang Fiendish Hard Lightning] that came from [Little Thousand Leaf Hands], they were not just simple and low level. The two could not be compared at all. The yao arts contained in [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] were created by a Sky Yao. They were broad and profound. Even someone as proud as Pu Yao was full of praise.
If this power went out of control, these fiend souls would charge out again!
However, these two completely opposite little yao arts, how could they be cast with Single Line Penetration?
Zuo Mo felt his chest suddenly shoot out countless sword-like lights. A destructive power formed in his right hand. It was like an ancient beast that breathed in and out a desolate presence. It slightly raised its back and looked down majestically.
The power that exploded from his two hands … …
Specks of white light scattered from the millstone.
The black and white lights were like the upper and lower parts of the millstone. With astounding speed, they silently crushed countless fiend souls.
The light in Pu Yao's bloody pupil was as deep as the sea. He looked dazedly at the strange yet familiar power in front of Zuo Mo and lightly spat out three words.
A strange change occurred.
Under the effect of two extreme laws, if he was the slightest bit careless, he could be pulverized at any moment. Under the fierce conflict of the two basic laws, his thread of consciousness was as fragile as paper. His soul was placed on this thread of consciousness. If it was destroyed, then the result was the same as death.
Zuo Mo's mind was completely attracted by the change in his hands. He could feel a strange change silently forming in this short instant.
Actually, when he started, he knew it was not good.
What kind of game was this … …
The fiend souls didn't even have the time to wail before they were completely crushed.
A light suddenly exploded in Zuo Mo's eyes. The conflict between the two little yao arts decreased, and the distance between the two lights decreased. At this time, there was no longer any of the enmity and conflict from before. They were like a pair of twins that were tightly stuck together.
His mind moved. Ignoring the increasing feeling of danger, he patiently felt every bit of conflict between the two little yao arts.
"The first and five hundredth little yao art, use Single Line Penetration."
At the same time, an ancient and desolate presence came out of Lil 'Pagoda's body.
He knew this was a delusion. At this time, he was just a thread of consciousness, how could there be a body? But he also knew that this kind of conflict did not not exist, but truly existed. It was a conflict between laws.
The last thread of light flowed out of Zuo Mo's left hand and wrapped around his right hand.
Two completely opposite little yao arts, how could they be cast at the same time?
At this moment, time seemed to suddenly slow down.
In a flash, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he was still helpless against the two little yao arts in front of him. The two little yao arts were simple and direct. He could detect every change in the two. But due to this, he felt it was even more impossible.
Impossible … … completely impossible … …
The most difficult injury to heal was an injury to the soul.
At this time, inside the pagoda, Zuo Mo opened his eyes.
In an almost inaudible murmur, the sharpness and coldness in his bloody pupil disappeared.
All of the fiend souls seemed to be immobilized. Inside the chaotic pagoda, time seemed to suddenly stop.
A Gui's soul was injured and she was like a puppet. Was he going to become like this?
That chaotic set of spells that entered the formation was what he had used in the bet with Pu Yao to win the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique.
What to do … … what to do … …
A power that was not strong accurately passed through the center of the two yao arts.
Zuo Mo felt terrible right now. The fiend souls had been completely devoured, but he seemed to have eaten too much at once and was extremely full. What made him even more panicked was that these fiend souls did not seem to be dead, but were just restrained in a layer of strange power.
Hiss-crack!
Riding the black crescent moon that was like a heavy axe, Tenth Grade's murderous little face suddenly stilled. His heart felt something, and he did not hesitate to ride the black moon to change directions. His speed suddenly rose to its limit, and he cleaved through the layers of fiendish mist as he howled as he flew.
The first type … … the five hundredth type … …
A peerlessly strange feeling rose. Zuo Mo felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He had already felt very uncomfortable casting the seventy-sixth and three hundred and thirteen types at the same time. Compared to last time, the feeling of awkwardness was many times stronger.
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