Among the sea of fire that covered the sky, a multicolor cut out a straight and blinding line, creating sparks that flew like rain.
Leng Yue was from a famous sect, and his eyes were better. He examined for a long time before nodding. "It's a mo skill!"
"Kill!"
Pia!
Killing move!
That was … …
Leng Yue's face was full of reverence as he said, full of yearning, "Supposedly, when Qian Liu Daren broke the prison and changed the name of Vast Water Clear Skies, he was only twenty eight. To be able to change the name of a prison at twenty eight, it really is terrifying and respectable. "
The discussion in the surroundings seemed to pass into her ears from far away. No one had thought that out of so many yao, only she understood that move.
Among the dots of sparks, the multicolor cut the fireball!
Among the spectating yao, there were those that knew their stuff. All of their expressions changed. None of them had ever seen such strange footwork. Leng Yue and Chang Zheng felt their bodies freeze, their eyes filled with shock.
Leng Yue was also filled with puzzlement. He did not dare to jump to conclusions and could only say, "We'll know in a bit."
Zuo Mo stepped out of the void. His steps did not pause at all. He stepped forward as though he had stepped into the void again.
He crouched down slightly, his hands hanging by his side.
Everyone stared with wide eyes, not daring to blink.
It definitely was a great killing move!
Of the five elements, other than water, fire was the one he was most familiar with. From the Li Water Sword Scripture to the Golden Crow Fire, he could be considered an expert at playing with fire.
Zuo Mo was motionless, his eyes slightly narrowed. His presence was restrained like a statue.
Zuo Mo was not panicked.
"Someone that can activate the prison-breaking battle is naturally not a mediocre person." Chang Zheng's expression was matter-of-fact, but his tone then changed. "But at the same time, the fire yao arts that Qian Liu Daren left behind in the Ten Finger Prison are not so easy to deal with."
The strange footwork caused exclamations. What the yao were even more shocked about was his actions. Charging directly at the fireball, wasn't that seeking death? This fireball seemed to have been formed by using all of the power in the prison battlefield. The density of fire element power it contained had reached a terrifying level. If they were touched by any of the tongues of fire, they would not be able to escape unscathed.
"Sigh, if it weren't for someone triggering the prison-breaking battle, we wouldn't have such a good fortune." Chang Zheng suddenly smiled and said, "I wonder what Qian Liu Daren would think if he knew that his Vast Water Clear Skies was challenged?"
The spewing tongues of flame furiously leapt at Zuo Mo. Many times, they were just inches away from hitting. Such a dangerous scene caused Nan Yue's face to go ghastly pale, and she almost screamed a few times.
"He seems very confident," Leng Yue suddenly said.
But this time, they didn't hold back at all. They staked everything on this one move.
The two spoke quickly, but their eyes did not move away at all as they stared fixedly at Zuo Mo.
When Zuo Mo took his twelfth step, the light on his hands was so thick it was almost tangible and flowed like liquid.
None of the spectating demons could remain calm. Their emotions were surging.
Zuo Mo's expression was indifferent as though he did not feel anything. His feet seemed to be strolling in a garden, calm and without any hint of panic.
The dazzling red light, the red light that was as bright as a shooting star, the blazing fireball, the surging tongues of flame, all the demons watching from the outside couldn't help but show expressions of admiration.
The continuously rising presence reached a peak at this time. He suddenly raised his face.
The fireball seemed to feel the threat. The tongues of flame grew, and crimson red whips of fire swept towards Zuo Mo. In the void, the density of fire element power reached a terrifying level.
Everyone knew that this was Zuo Mo's killing move. No matter how profound his footwork was, it could not defeat the fireball. He still had to rely on offensive yao arts. The multi-colored light on Zuo Mo's hands created rainbow-like afterimages as he moved at high speed. As Zuo Mo flickered in and out of sight, it also turned into broken rainbows.
The two yao stared unblinkingly at the prison battlefield. They had gone through Vast Water Clear Skies' prison battlefield in the past. With their strength, it naturally did not take much effort. They were very curious. Was the legendary prison-breaking battle really so powerful?
The open arms, the spread fingers, the slightly bowed figure gave the spectating demons a feeling that he was planning on embracing this domineering and fatal fireball!
Time seemed to suddenly stop.
The red light rapidly expanded. In a flash, an enormous fireball floated one hundred zhang away from Zuo Mo. The crimson red flames continuously spat out tongues of flame. The abundant fire element power spread with the wave of heat. Zuo Mo felt as though he was inside a large dan cauldron, and the heat was hard to endure.
The fireball in front of him was slightly similar to the fireball that Pu Yao had demonstrated to him. When Zuo Mo had encountered difficulties in comprehending the Li Water Sword Scripture, Pu Yao had also created an enormous fireball when he had been taught.
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The surroundings were deathly silent. It forced Zuo Mo's attention to focus like never before. All of his consciousness was mobilized. Recently, his consciousness had skyrocketed. He had never mobilized so much consciousness like he did today. His usual "fishing" would squeeze out all of his consciousness, but little yao arts used very little consciousness. The entire process was like a thin stream that flowed over a long period of time.
The enormous fireball burned fiercely. The domineering and burning presence carried the fire element power that could harm people's souls as it swept everything in the surroundings. Zuo Mo's figure was as minuscule as an ant under the fireball.
The red light suddenly seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. They came from all directions, drawing out blinding red lines that gathered at an astounding speed to form a blinding red light dot.
"How many years has it been since someone has activated the prison-breaking battle? He doesn't look very old. Such a freak! "Leng Yue said emotionally to his good friend Chang Zheng beside him. The two of them had just charged out of the second prison to Vast Water Clear Skies. Before they could catch their breath, they saw Zuo Mo who was standing alone in the prison battlefield.
Nan Yue suddenly covered her mouth and stopped the gasp that was at the tip of her tongue. Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Heavens, how … … how was it possible?
"Worth it! I didn't come for nothing! It really is worth it … … "
The enormous fireball in front of him gave off a fatal and burning presence, but it did not cause any ripple in his heart.
There was a sound like an eggshell being cracked. The domineering and terrifying crimson red fireball lightly exploded and turned into a handful of sparks.
Leng Yue was dressed in a black silk robe. The collar and sleeves were embroidered with complex patterns woven from large amounts of gold threads. His figure was tall and handsome. He came from a prestigious sect, and his eyes were always at the top of his head. The arrogance of looking down on others had long seeped into his bones. However, he was not stupid. Facing that freak in the prison battlefield, he did not have any capital to be arrogant.
The yao's gazes were unconsciously attracted by the light on Zuo Mo's hands. Other than being shocked, they were also filled with curiosity.
Just as the yao were stunned by Zuo Mo's steps, no one noticed that there was a faint layer of light on Zuo Mo's hands.
Little yao arts!
Without noticing it, his legs were covered in a layer of faint golden light.
His figure seemed to slightly pause in an unnatural manner.
"Haha, let's watch the show, watch the show!" Chang Zheng smiled awkwardly.
Silence, a deathly silence.
"Too powerful!"
Everything paused.
"Dual cultivation of yao and mo? That's ridiculous! "Chang Zheng's face was filled with disbelief.
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This familiar scene caused him to fall into a trance. But it was just a thread of daze before his body naturally entered a battle state. He was no longer the inexperienced Wu Kong Sword Sect disciple. Having been through hundreds of battles, he perceptively detected an opportunity.
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In the void, he stepped forward and disappeared from the sight of the yao.
"Never seen it before, it definitely is a secret yao art! Such a monster! I don't know which hidden family he came from! "
That was — —
Thirty zhang away, a domineering and burning flame hit his body as though it was going to burn him.
Zuo Mo's desire for battle rose, his blood boiling. His body was slightly arched, his hands held in front of his chest, his ten fingers spread. He was like a wild beast that was accumulating power, and gave people a feeling of danger! This was the starting stance of the Great Day mo physique for close combat. At this time, he unconsciously used it.
Zuo Mo's narrowed eyes only revealed a narrow slit. No one could see that there seemed to be a ball of cold and eerie fire silently pulsing in the depths of his eyes.
"Who are you really helping? You might as well not have said anything. "Leng Yue rolled his eyes.
With each step, the light on Zuo Mo's hands became a fraction thicker.
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What was this?
The prison battlefield paused.
Springing into the air, Zuo Mo was like a flying sword leaving its sheath, creating a patch of bright light as he sliced towards the sea of fire in front of him!
That was … …
He attacked proactively.
His lively consciousness wrapped around his body. Everything in the surroundings was quickly drawn out in his mind, as clear as a mirror.
For ten breaths, no one made a sound. It wasn't until ten breaths later that the spectating demons seemed to suddenly wake up. An uproar immediately rose and fell.
His slightly closed eyelids completely opened. The calmness in the depths of his eyes was like cold oil that was thrown into the fire. The flames suddenly exploded. Boiling fighting spirit burned every one of Zuo Mo's nerves.
Rampaging killing essence shot out with Zuo Mo as the center.
Among the yao, Nan Yue covered her mouth. She only had one thought in her mind.
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All the tongues of fire in the fireball flooded towards Zuo Mo. In front of Zuo Mo, countless tongues of fire wove to form a burning sea of fire.
Sweat poured down Chi's forehead. The density of the fire element power inside the prison battlefield made him, who was skilled in fire yao arts, feel his heart jump.
"Did anyone see what yao art that was?"
All of the domineering and explosive presence, all of the fighting spirit seemed to enter the fireball with this strike.
Chang Zheng stared at it and tsked in wonder. "As expected of a freak. I can't even feel his existence. This concealment method is not something we can match. "Then he said in puzzlement," But this posture … … why does it seem like mo skill … … "
"Qian Liu Daren, peerless in water yao arts, hadn't thought fire yao arts were so domineering!" Chang Zheng's expression was full of admiration.
The temperature in the surroundings gradually rose, the burning presence becoming heavier. The dark and deep void slowly brightened, and the surroundings became crimson red.
Freaks that could activate the prison-breaking battle were all freaks among freaks. If they could continue to be freaks, in another one or two hundred years, they might even qualify to enter the Council of Elders.
Sparks fell like rain. Zuo Mo's figure flickered in and out of sight. His presence was completely gone, and the multi-colored light on his hands had disappeared.
Zuo Mo's almost cold calmness continued to rise with every step he took, and every time he neared the fireball. His aura continued to rise with each step he took.
At this time, the first wave of attacks started in the prison battlefield.
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