Chapter 389
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The Palm of Light was a new yao art that he had just designed. It was made up of twelve little yao arts, and was used to peel off the surface of the other's fire yao arts. His use of little yao arts was at the peak of perfection. Even Pu Yao would occasionally sigh in praise.
What made Zuo Mo feel even more helpless was that he could not find similar yao arts to refer to. He wasn't afraid that Pu Yao wouldn't tell him, but if he didn't even have yao arts that he could refer to, then he was helpless!
The raging Illusory Flame Storm suddenly stopped without any decrease in speed. The fire yao arts inside the storm flew back at astounding speed. Mo Ru Huo was like a powerful magnet that attracted all the fire yao arts towards him.
The red light instantly drowned Zuo Mo.
Mo Ru Huo was surrounded by all kinds of fire yao arts. He stared hard at Zuo Mo and a hint of insanity flashed through his eyes! All the distracting thoughts disappeared at this moment, and all the Divine Sense suddenly revolved. The fire yao art floating beside him suddenly released an enchanting red light.
Each yao art was unprecedentedly clear in Zuo Mo's eyes. They seemed to fly like snails in front of him. Every detail clearly landed in Zuo Mo's eyes.
These fire yao arts that had expanded in size gave off waves of evil and strange consciousness! Zuo Mo suddenly had a feeling that there seemed to be a life inside each fire yao art!
Gradually, the reflections created by the yao arts on the surface of the lake gradually became clear.
Time seemed to stop at this moment. Zuo Mo's brain moved at an unprecedented speed, digesting the enormous amount of information that suddenly flooded in! In order to digest this information, he stopped all his movements, and his body became completely still.
Zuo Mo's eyes lit up.
Zuo Mo raised his hand, grabbing at the flame blade. A palm of light flew out and grabbed the Flame Saber!
The threads of consciousness inside the fire yao art were filled with an evil and dark feeling. Compared to the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art, the life presence contained in these fire yao arts was much weaker and incomplete. But the threads of consciousness filled with life still made Zuo Mo feel excitement he had never felt before!
A cruel smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, his pupils dilated and the smile froze on his face.
The Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art was his trump card, and it could be used to save his life at the critical moment! Pu Yao had told him before that the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art was not one move, but a set of yao arts. But no matter how Zuo Mo probed, Pu Yao never mentioned the other moves of this yao art. Pu Yao didn't even talk about the origins of the wasteland beast.
The Flame Saber trembled violently, like a fish that had been caught, trying to break free. Chi chi chi! The outer layer of the Flame Saber quickly melted, revealing a section of the blood-red vine inside. Zuo Mo's eyes lit up, his hands swiping through the air. The blood vine was caught by the light palm.
Until today!
At this time, the light on Zuo Mo's hand finally stabilized. It glowed faintly as though he had put on a thin glowing glove. This yao art was called [Tactile Knowledge Palm]. It was a yao art that Zuo Mo had created himself. It was not complex but he had spent a lot of effort on it. This yao art could clearly and accurately capture the characteristics of yao arts. It was a yao art that he had created to help him defeat other yao arts.
"Die!"
Zuo Mo was motionless, his face raised to look at Mo Ru Huo in the sky.
Zuo Mo's pupils suddenly shrunk. His hand seemed to wave softly and powerlessly. The glass palm was like a willow leaf blown by the wind and perfectly caught a streak of red light!
Zuo Mo closed his eyes, his consciousness sweeping towards the bloody vines!
Inside the Flame Saber was a section of bloody vines!
The two fire yao arts were like two magnets that were attracted to each other.
The wondrous feeling did not cause Zuo Mo to feel excited. His face was calm, and he found traces of interest in these yao arts! The yao art imprint inside Cang Lin's body was his target this time!
Damn it!
Why … …
Up until now, he had seen many yao arts, but this was the second yao art like the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art! Yao arts were yao arts. No matter how strong they were, no matter how terrifying the pressure they produced, there were only these two yao arts that could produce life energy!
Shocked, Zuo Mo's mind became alert. This was it! The bloody vines were what he was interested in! When he had been treating Cang Lin, he had found that the bloody vines were very unique. They could firmly root themselves in the enemy's consciousness and were extremely hard to remove. Zuo Mo had spent a great deal of effort to resolve that small section of the bloody vines. Some of the special characteristics of its structure attracted his interest. This was also why he had specifically waited for Mo Ru Huo to walk into the trap!
He suddenly turned into a wooden puppet.
The fire yao arts that the other cast were extremely unique, and different from what he had seen before. But what attracted his attention was the yao art imprint inside Cang Lin's consciousness that he had resolved. That yao art imprint was dark and vicious, and completely different from the explosive fire yao arts in front of him.
In the sky, Mo Ru Huo who was laughing madly at the sky did not detect a hair-thin grey energy silently imprinted on his back. It quickly permeated and disappeared.
It was the first time he had used the [Tactile Knowledge Palm] to such a level!
Pia!
Light continuously flew out of Zuo Mo's dazzling ten fingers and entered the glass ball of light.
A strange and dangerous presence covered Zuo Mo's mind.
The other four red lights instantly flew in front of him. The enchanting red light reflected on Zuo Mo's face. Mo Ru Huo's wild laughter passed into his ears. Zuo Mo was motionless and had no intentions of dodging.
In this moment, countless pieces of information flooded into Zuo Mo's mind.
The strong pressure was like a hard wind that attacked Zuo Mo.
A hint of viciousness flashed through his eyes. At this point, it was either you die or I live! He gritted his teeth and burrowed into the windstorm.
Zuo Mo stilled slightly at Mo Ru Huo's action but he quickly had a wary expression.
Mo Ru Huo suddenly had a bad feeling. Just now, Xiao Mo Ge had been disheveled, but now he was as calm as though he was taking a stroll. Had he been faking it before?
The ball of light slowly spun and gradually melted into a glass palm.
Ten breaths later, Zuo Mo crushed the small piece of blood vine that he had finished studying and started to search for his next target.
This was the first yao art that Zuo Mo had encountered that was similar to the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art. How could he let it go?
The light in Zuo Mo's hand continuously changed. His brow was tightly furrowed. The little yao arts flowed through his fingertips like water. His expression was grave and he didn't dare to slack off. As the windstorm grew stronger, he could clearly feel the pressure multiply. He needed to be one hundred and twenty percent attentive with each step. If he was the least bit careless, he would be drowned by the attacks.
Zuo Mo stared closely at the seemingly chaotic fire yao arts. Like a swimming fish, his consciousness locked onto every yao art that flashed in front of him. He was unusually calm, his mind clear, his eyes like a mirror. The yao arts that were locked onto were like shadows that flashed across the surface of the lake.
After continuously capturing six fire yao arts, Zuo Mo found that the blood vines inside these fire yao arts were not very different. He frowned again. The blood vines inside these fire yao arts were still not complete.
Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art!
Time was like a line that grew longer. The lightning fast yao art flowing fire seemed to slow down.
Zuo Mo's narrowed eyes became even brighter. Every minuscule change in the space around the glass palm appeared in his eyes. Zuo Mo could even accurately capture those hair-thin strands of consciousness that brushed past the glass palm.
A scarlet flame saber slashed at his neck from a tricky angle.
Zuo Mo's style was not to rise early without benefit. He would not make trouble for Mo Ru Huo for Cang Lin.
The excited Mo Ru Huo stilled. Xiao Mo Ge had actually closed his eyes! What did this guy want to do? Did he want to surrender? Hmph! Did he think that Zuo Mo would let him go like this? Mo Ru Huo was in a killing frenzy. His fear of Zuo Mo had been thrown away.
Mo Ru Huo shouted. Five red lights tore through space and smashed towards Zuo Mo!
Pia pia pia!
Mo Ru Huo seemed to be situated in a patch of red light. The enchanting red light carried the presence of blood. The fire yao arts floating around him were completely different. Their bodies were five or six times larger than before!
The fire yao arts that filled the sky looked domineering, but they were not what he needed.
Mo Ru Huo coincidentally saw Zuo Mo's glance, and his body instantly felt cold. His expression was ugly. The other seemed to have adjusted to his Illusory Flame Storm.
Zuo Mo thought of one of his yao arts
Five enormous fire yao arts floated around Mo Ru Huo. The five fire yao arts were of different shapes. One was like an axe, another like a snake, and the remaining three were hard to distinguish. Mo Ru Huo's entire body was shrouded in the enchanting red light. His twisted face was slightly evil.
Zuo Mo's eyes did not blink. His steps were like butterflies passing through flowers. The little yao arts that flew in his hands were extremely accurate, and would appear at the most appropriate place! He did not detect his own change. His mind was unprecedentedly focused.
A faint enchanting red light suddenly lit up in Zuo Mo's puppet-like eyes.
Such a unique structure … …
Zuo Mo narrowed his eyes. His hands were like flowers blooming as he used [Tactile Knowledge Palm] to its limits. Threads of light floated from his hands. The mist-like light formed a glass-like ball of light in the air above Zuo Mo's dancing palms. He used the layering method of [Sky Glass Wave] on [Tactile Knowledge Palm] to form this glass ball of light.
That little piece of blood vine caused Zuo Mo's eyes to light up. But it was just a little piece, and not a complete structure. Zuo Mo needed a more complete blood vine because this was related to another yao art.
The fire yao arts floating around Mo Ru Huo gathered into balls of twos and threes to form even larger fire yao arts.
Why was it like this? The Illusory Flame Storm was one of his killing moves, and it had never failed.
No one noticed that the red light in his eyes suddenly exploded!
But it was the first time he used [Tactile Knowledge Palm] in battle like today.
When Zuo Mo had been deconstructing the yao art imprint in Cang Lin's consciousness, he had detected the faint presence of life contained in the blood vine. This caused him to feel great curiosity, but the feeling had not been as strong as it was now!
Inside the storm, Xiao Mo Ge's figure became even stranger with his eyes closed. He floated like smoke. The yao arts that covered the sky could not even touch the corner of his clothes!
He raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at Mo Ru Huo. It seemed that he had to make this guy work harder!
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