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A suit of armor was on the same level as him … … this was too f * * * ing displeasing!
Looking at Xiao Mo Ge who was in a sorry state under his yao art, Mo Ru Huo was very smug. The longer his [Illusory Flame Storm] lasted, the stronger it was. It would continuously strengthen itself, and the amount of consciousness he needed to expend would not change much.
Even he knew that the bounty on Xiao Mo Ge from the yao market was continuously decreasing. The yao that had held the attitude of watching a joke were truly frightened this time. Vicious and ruthless, murderous. This kind of presence was definitely not something that a yao with clean hands could form. His consciousness could not be faked.
Mo Ru Huo's hairs stood on end from Zuo Mo's stare. Zuo Mo's silence made him feel even more pressure. What should he say at this time?
"You were the one who left the yao art imprint on Cang Lin's body?"
However, Wei probably would not have thought that the few words he had said that day had given Pu Yao such great inspiration.
Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.
After another twenty breaths, Xiao Mo Ge was still as gentle as water and did not pose much of a threat. At this time, Mo Ru Huo completely let go and his attacks increased.
However, thinking that this hypocrite could not shrink back into his turtle shell, Pu Yao couldn't help but feel smug. No matter what, he was a Sky Yao and knew all kinds of unorthodox methods. He would always be able to find a few methods that he could use.
Mo Ru Huo laughed without restraint.
As soon as he thought of the savage whose name shook the Demon World being abused by him to the point of wanting to die, an unprecedented pleasure instantly filled his entire body, and his body even slightly trembled from the excessive excitement! What a wonderful thing! Something that he didn't even dare to think about had happened in front of him. The extreme terror and hopelessness that had risen in the depths of his heart had suddenly turned. The stimulation and pleasure it produced swallowed him like a tide. It was in this wondrous state that his condition reached the peak he had ever been in. The yao arts that he had just broken through were not rusty at all in his hands. They were unspeakably at his fingertips. Each yao art seemed to be instinctive to him, so perfect that he felt he enjoyed it!
"Sorry, did you recognize the wrong person?" Or "Big Brother, I've heard of your name for a long time, let this little brother live!" Or just run … …
The flame hurricane continued to increase in intensity, and it continued to grow!
They had enough power and enough strength, but no one was willing to provoke such a fugitive. What's more, he was a fugitive with astonishing strength at such a young age. Some yao with some experience discussed in private. If Xiao Mo Ge could live another twenty years, the yao world would have another butcher.
Mo Ru Huo saw this and his morale rose. He guessed that Xiao Mo Ge's golden armor had some special restrictions. Otherwise, Xiao Mo Ge might have been injured in the previous arena. Otherwise, he would definitely have used it until now.
When he thought of this, the fear in Mo Ru Huo's heart grew. Xiao Mo Ge's situation was not rare. Those yao arts that were extremely powerful usually had strict restrictions or a great price to pay.
Mo Ru Huo's yao arts were very unique. Countless flames danced around him. His hands continuously drew in the air in front of him, and the trajectories of the dancing flames in the air were strange and unpredictable. It was as if there were invisible threads in front of him that connected the flames around him.
Zuo Mo was certain. He did not waste words, and threw a few little yao arts at Mo Ru Huo.
The longer this battle dragged on, the more advantageous it was for him.
Inside the hurricane, Zuo Mo was silent as he struggled to hold on. But Mo Ru Huo did not notice that the light covering Zuo Mo's hands was slowly changing.
As expected, Xiao Mo Ge became even more disheveled. Several wounds appeared on his body.
Mo Ru Huo started to play his favorite game of cat and mouse. Looking at Xiao Mo Ge who was struggling in the hurricane, he did not want to miss a single scene.
Just as Mo Ru Huo's thoughts were wandering and he didn't know what to do, Xiao Mo Ge suddenly spoke.
Zuo Mo felt as though he had suddenly fallen into a pit of fire. All kinds of fire yao arts came at him. Even worse was that he did not have any room to dodge. The other's yao arts were so great that it surpassed Zuo Mo's expectations.
If it really was like this, then this was undoubtedly Xiao Mo Ge's weakest moment!
Mo Ru Huo's heart shook. This was a classic case of condemning someone! Zuo Mo's words smashed all the hope in his heart. Mo Ru Huo was a vicious person. In this desperate situation, his viciousness was aroused. He said harshly, "Yes! I left it! "
Zuo Mo's feet crossed, and the fingers of his left hand flicked. A little yao art accurately hit the flame spear and caused it to deviate. But Mo Ru Huo's attacks did not end here. They became even more vicious! The flames dancing around his body didn't just fly and attack as he wished, they could transform into all kinds of attack forms that could not be defended against.
The light on his hands never stopped. Little yao arts were as simple as breathing for him. Sometimes it was one ray of light, sometimes it was several rays of light. Five hundred little yao arts formed countless combinations on his hands. These little yao arts that were combined together would either lead or block. Zuo Mo would perceptively catch the tiniest gap. Using these minuscule gaps, Zuo Mo dodged again and again.
The pitiful Mo Ru Huo's mind was filled with all kinds of strange thoughts. He had never thought of resisting. Even if he was facing Yu Zi Zhou, he definitely would not be so nervous. Yu Zi Zhou was stronger than him, but he believed that if he gritted his teeth and did not fear death, he might have a chance of victory. He felt that in terms of viciousness, the great majority of those so-called geniuses could not compare to him.
What made him want to cry the most was that he had been the one to start this matter! He really didn't want to live! He wished he could slap himself twice. Such a stupid thing actually happened to him! All the fighters of the yao world were hiding from this criminal, and he had voluntarily delivered himself to the other's mouth … …
After absorbing the Golden Soul, Pu Yao's hair was even darker and shiny, and his bloody pupil had more luster. His snake-like tongue carelessly licked his lips as though he had not had enough. He glanced at Wei who was sitting cross-legged. He could naturally see that the Golden Soul had also been of great help to Wei.
For a freak like Pu Yao, even the slightest hint could change many things.
For three thousand years, he had thought about taking over this gravestone armor, but this gravestone armor had its own system and was very strange.
Just wait and see!
It was the first time Zuo Mo encountered this kind of strange yao art. He instantly panicked and was slightly disheveled.
Pu Yao greedily absorbed the Golden Soul. While he had the upper hand in his fight with Wei, he had expended a great deal of energy. The two Golden Souls that the Chief Elder of the Grey Clan had sent over were like timely rain. He unhesitatingly took them from Zuo Mo's hands. Zuo Mo did not stop him. He had probably expected that he could not stop him.
From a certain point of view, he and Wei were living together. Neither of them could destroy the other. Pu Yao could not even completely absorb the Golden Soul. A portion would definitely be absorbed by Wei. Even though Pu Yao clearly had the stronger position right now, but this was not something that he could be happy about. Even if the hypocrite had an extraordinary background, but in the eyes of Pu Yao, who had his eyes at the top, this was slightly degrading.
On this point, almost all the Yao were surprisingly in agreement.
Was this a chance bestowed by the heavens?
However, Zuo Mo did not panic. His figure looked disheveled, but his expression and his gaze did not change at all.
Yet the Xiao Mo Ge in front of him, no matter if it was in terms of strength or viciousness, he did not think he had a chance.
Even though it was just a few small wounds, Mo Ru Huo couldn't help but roar with laughter. "Xiao Mo Ge! Struggle! Enjoy such a beautiful yao art! Haha! Oh, another wound, so pitiful! "
"Tsk tsk! So stubborn! As expected of Xiao Mo Ge! Your movements are so beautiful! Come! Another one! Haha! "
However, he could not do anything about the situation in front of him. Just like how no matter how much he disliked this hypocrite, he could not kill the other. The reason he was able to survive in the Yao Forging Tower for three thousand years was directly related to this strange armor. Wei was the armor spirit of armor breaking. Pu Yao was similar in nature, but he was not restrained by the armor.
Zuo Mo casually cast a little yao art and blocked a thread of flame. A feeling of danger came from the back of his neck. He unhesitatingly lowered his head and saw a blade of flame brush past his scalp. He did not have the time to dodge. A flame spear shot up from the ground and headed straight for his abdomen.
Since he had acted, Mo Ru Huo calmed down and steadily received Zuo Mo's attack. After a few rounds, he quickly found that Xiao Mo Ge did not seem to have the unstoppable presence he had in the yao recording art. His attacks were not strong. However, Mo Ru Huo was very experienced in battle. While he was usually murderous, he was very cautious when he fought.
Xiao Mo Ge was a fugitive whose hands were covered in blood!
The golden mist permeated into Pu Yao's body at a visible rate. Pu Yao had a satisfied expression on his face. However, a portion of the golden mist floated towards Wei. Even though it was only one fourth of the golden mist, Pu Yao was still slightly discontent.
Zuo Mo looked at Mo Ru Huo and was slightly surprised. A person that looked so crude used such a strange yao art. As expected, one could not judge a yao by its appearance.
The elders of the students all ordered them to stop all kinds of actions against Xiao Mo Ge. Some students that were too aggressive were even grounded by their families and could not go out. The Ji Family and the Blue Flower Family also maintained a low profile. They clearly did not want to cause trouble. The usually arrogant Genius Alliance collectively lost their voices.
A cold smile floated at the corner of Pu Yao's mouth. After interacting for three thousand years, he had a very good understanding of his neighbor's personality. Even if this guy had promised not to pass mo skills to Zuo Mo, he would not let it go so easily.
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