Almost at the same time, two empty balls of red light suddenly lit up in the grey shadow like a pair of vicious eyes. Two red eyes the size of lanterns lit up, as if they were the finishing touches. The grey shadow of the desolate beast that had been faintly discernible just now no longer had that feeling of being faintly discernible.
It had come alive.
Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art!
Zuo Mo suddenly understood. These schools of fish were true life that had been created by this water energy!
The schools of fish that came furiously from all directions were like countless thin streams that were pulled into the millstone before they could struggle.
Black and white millstone.
At some time, he had to persuade Zuo Mo to go to the yao world.
The complete opposite of the peace and tranquility just now, the prison battlefield was at the other extreme. Zuo Mo understood that this represented another characteristic of the water breath. Having experienced the ocean, he understood that the wild power of the water would become terrifying.
That was the water breath that Clear Sky Thousand Flow Daren had left behind!
Zuo Mo suddenly found himself in the middle of an angry sea. The enormous waves that rose high could swallow him at any moment. These angry waves contained the power to topple mountains and overturn the seas. If he touched them, even with the Great Day mo physique, there would only be one result — being smashed to pieces!
It was really too interesting to stir up the wind and rain!
How could the ocean that was formed from water energy be so easily captured?
The yao were terrified and wanted to turn and run. Some of the more cowardly ones felt their legs soften and fell to the ground. Even those fellows who usually boasted of their strength had ashen faces at this moment.
His surroundings were filled with an abundance of water vapor.
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The yao that were watching felt their throats tighten as though a rope was suddenly wrapped around their necks. They couldn't breathe.
The furiously spinning millstone had a much stronger suction force than before.
The vast water breath that was filled with vitality quickly decreased, and the bead at the center of the millstone became even more clear like a dewdrop.
In the blink of an eye, the endless ocean appeared under Zuo Mo's feet.
A yao art that was terrifyingly difficult in Pu Yao's eyes had been so carelessly mastered by Zuo Mo. Other than grimacing in self-mockery, he couldn't help but admire Zuo Mo's talent. Thinking back, compared to now, the Zuo Mo of the past was much more average in all aspects.
Suddenly, it stopped moving.
The spectating demons were all trembling. The two terrifying auras collided one after another. They were like beauties that had just been ravaged, and now they were ravaged again!
His vision turned black and he immediately lost consciousness.
Zuo Mo did not hear Pu Yao's wild laughter. His mind was focused as he cast the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art at full power.
Its body turned illusory and split into two halves.
A white light suddenly appeared beneath the feet of the desolate beast that had transformed into a whirlwind. And above its head, a black color began to spread.
Terror suddenly shot up from the soles of their feet, a bone-chilling chill spread throughout their bodies, and their minds went blank.
A desolate and dignified aura, like a ferocious wild beast slowly walking out of the thick fog. The aura that came head-on was almost suffocating!
A dangerous aura filled with tyrannical and destructive power swept past them like a hurricane.
Recovering his calm, Zuo Mo's first action was to gather his last bit of energy to grab that bead and shove it into his mouth.
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Hua la hua la!
Insignificant, Zuo Mo once again felt his own insignificance!
The figure of the wasteland beast suddenly started to change.
Thinking about his past nickname of [Yao Art Catalog], it seemed to be filled with disdain.
Just as Zuo Mo felt surprised, the lantern-like eyes of the wasteland beast suddenly blinked cunningly.
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao's expression was very interesting. His expression was complex and showed faint bitterness. The Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art was a yao art that his teacher had created. His teacher had never hidden anything from him. He could recite any part of the yao art backwards. But even so, after one thousand years, he had never successfully cast this yao art.
Countless waves were pulled off the water by this suction force and flew towards the open mouth of the wasteland beast. The roiling and furious ocean paused for an extremely short moment.
The second prison.
Outside the prison battlefield, light occasionally flashed between the densely packed yao. Each flash of light meant that a yao could not endure and was forced out of the Ten Finger Prison.
Little yao arts, the first type, the five hundredth type.
Imagining the shocked expressions of those old people in his mind, he couldn't help but roar with laughter.
Leng Yue and Chang Zheng's situation was much better. They usually cultivated in the second prison, but there was no hint of relief on their faces. They looked like they were gritting their teeth to endure. The surviving yao all had expressions of pain on their faces, but no one left voluntarily.
For the yao that were struggling to endure outside the battlefield, this wave of attacks was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Personally witnessing a collision of such a level, not to mention some pain, even if they had to pay a greater price, they would still unhesitatingly choose to leave. A chance like this could only be encountered!
Come!
But today, with the repeated attacks of the two peerless presences, the yao that were still cultivating in the first prison were the first to be unable to endure. Even Nan Yue only managed to last three breaths before she was forced out of the Ten Finger Prison.
Having experienced it once, Zuo Mo instantly knew what he needed to do.
At the center of the millstone, a glowing bead gradually formed.
Zuo Mo bit down hard on his lips as he tried to maintain his state of mind. His hands were still meticulously drawing in the air.
These shoals of fish were so dense that they could not be counted. They furiously leapt at the wasteland beast. The strong vitality was like boiling water that caused people's hearts to palpitate.
He suddenly snickered. His consciousness was stronger than Zuo Mo's. The prison battlefield could block Zuo Mo's consciousness, but it could not block Pu Yao's consciousness. Pu Yao was clear about the situation outside.
[Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art] looked simple, but there were many complex parts inside. Otherwise, after so many years, how could Pu Yao still not be able to understand its essence? Last time, he had just held the mentality of trying and gave a few pointers. He hadn't thought that Zuo Mo would succeed.
The lantern-like vicious eyes glowed with red light. The enormous waves that covered the sky and earth did not seem to affect it at all.
The upper half of the grey shadow suddenly spun rapidly in a clockwise direction, and the lower half moved in an anticlockwise direction.
Today, while Zuo Mo's movements were still jerky, but he had succeeded again. This was enough to show that he had mastered this yao art, and it was not a fluke.
Even though the wasteland beast's figure was still erratic, but all the yao had a strong feeling that it was alive!
One Line Penetration!
The vast ocean did not seem to show any signs of diminishing. Suddenly, schools of fish appeared under the surface of the water. These schools of fish were different than the transparent schools of fish that had appeared before. They were all made of flesh and blood.
The grey shadow was like a wasteland beast that had come out of its cage. Its body expanded, and a deep hiss rose in all directions.
They suddenly saw an ancient wasteland beast the size of a mountain looking down indifferently.
Zuo Mo unhesitatingly threw out the last trump card in his hand.
A power that was not strong instantly passed through the center of the two yao arts.
Zuo Mo was stunned by this human-like action of the wasteland beast.
An astounding suction came out of the gaping maw.
In the Ten Finger Prison, if one's mental defenses were broken, they would be forcefully thrown out of the Ten Finger Prison. This kind of situation was rare. Yao xiu's consciousness, in terms of mental strength, were much stronger than xiuzhe and mo.
When he saw the spectacular expressions of the surrounding yao, his mood instantly turned one hundred and eighty degrees.
The two enormous vicious eyes in the grey shadow suddenly exploded with red light, and the suction from the mouth increased at the same time!
All of the power rippled inside his body!
That extremely absurd and contradictory feeling appeared again. Zuo Mo felt as though he was being pulled by two carriages moving in opposite directions. He felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
In the blink of an eye, the grey shadow split into two halves, black and white.
Far away in that direction was the entrance to the first prison.
A mountainous presence covered the sky and earth like Mount Tai was pressing down.
Vitality!
Countless yao suddenly stopped what they were doing at the same time. They raised their heads in terror.
For the first time, the wasteland beast that had been calm and composed showed wariness. Zuo Mo was very surprised that these fragile lifeforms were able to make the powerful and vicious wasteland beast feel wariness!
Everyone knew that the clash of the two presences would be an astounding collision!
Like a whale sucking in rivers, countless pillars of water were sucked into the wasteland beast's mouth. The wasteland beast's mouth seemed to be a bottomless hole. No matter how many pillars of water entered, it did not show any signs of expanding.
Moments later, these yao that had been training unhesitatingly put down what they were doing, and spread their bodies to fly in one direction. Looking down from the sky of the second prison, one would find that countless dao figures were attracted by a magnetic force and furiously sprinted in one direction.
Countless ripples moved on the surface of the still water. It was fighting against this suction force.
It suddenly opened its mouth.
Its movements were not fast and were filled with a calm and unruffled demeanor.
Qian Liu Daren's water energy was vast and full of vitality.
Almost at the same time, Zuo Mo's hands did not seem to listen to him and unconsciously started to move.
Zuo Mo suddenly raised his crimson red eyes.
This grey shadow was filled with dominance and destruction!
It really was alive!
There was no blood and flesh flying. Everything in front of him was so silent it was like a picture.
Maybe it was a good thing to have a student like this. Even though Zuo Mo was not a yao, but a human, but in the eyes of Pu Yao who was usually rebellious, this was not a problem at all.
In front of such a wild and vast ocean of water energy, one had to sigh at how minuscule they were.
The crimson red in Zuo Mo's eyes gradually faded. His consciousness was exhausted.
Feeling the threat of the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art, the vast water energy that had just been warm and calm suddenly roiled.
This guy's stamina was very strong!
The enormous second prison sank into a strange silence.
Countless lights flashed. None of the yao outside were left!
A grey shadow flew out of Zuo Mo's right hand.
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The rippling vitality was not nutrients, but poison.
A domineering and destructive desolate presence suddenly erupted like a volcano and shot into the sky!
In the sea of consciousness, Pu Yao's wanton and slightly neurotic laughter echoed.
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