Chapter 63 Feather Snake

Seeing Mo Yan's behavior, Zhou Yuan's expression changed for the first time since he entered the stage.

He could clearly perceive the terrifying power contained in the three-color lotus in front of Mo Yan.

boom!

Almost at the same moment, Zhou Yuan's movements sped up instantly.

Although he was confident that Mo Yan would not be able to defeat him, he didn't want to create a change for nothing.

Zhou Yuan, who turned into a red light and rushed towards him, moved Mo Yan slightly.

With a slight movement of his mind, he unconsciously accelerated the movement of mixing the different fires in his hand.

The difficulty of the fusion of different fires has never been a simple addition and superposition, its difficulty coefficient is geometrically multiplied.

If the degree of difficulty of fusing two extremely unstable different fires is one, then the degree of difficulty of fusing three extremely unstable different fires must be at least ten.

So even if Mo Yan's control over the different fires has reached the limit because of his own physical condition, the fusion of the three different fires is still a huge challenge for him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

From the lotus flower in front of Mo Yan, there was a small crackling sound like fireworks.

The red and blue flames were originally fused together, but when they came into contact with the pale, undead cold fire, it seemed that they had reached a critical point, and they could not be fused no matter what.

Mo Yan pursed his lips, his eyes were full of madness.

There was no time left for him to perform delicate manipulations.

The next moment, he squeezed his hands hard against the void, trying to violently blend the three flames together.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder exploded, and a small fire lotus burst out directly from the lotus, and exploded on Mo Yan's chest.

Fortunately, at that moment, a group of blue flames emerged from Mo Yan's body, turning into a layer of gauze, blocking the violent energy of the lotus flower, otherwise Mo Yan would really be playing with fire and setting himself on fire.

That is the power of the flame of life.

At this moment, Mo Yan's face turned pale rapidly, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at the flaming lotus that was constantly flashing red, blue and white.

This lotus flower formed by the fusion of three different fires has not yet reached the point of perfection.

Because the violent spiritual power contained in it was too terrifying, Mo Yan reckoned that he had to reach the Nascent Soul stage before he could fully grasp this power.

At this time, in order to fuse these three different fires together, he exhausted all his spiritual power in an instant.

Even if they tried their best, something went wrong during the fusion process.

Fortunately, Sheng Shengyan corrected this mistake for him, otherwise he would have felt better.

After this blow, no matter what the result was, he was powerless to fight again.

But no matter what, this is already the strongest trick he can display at present.

Zhou Yuan's gaze quickly shifted from Mo Yan's pale face to the small three-color lotus in front of him, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Terrible, this lotus!

The three-color fire lotus was lightly suspended in the air, and a burst of berserk energy that horrified him overflowed!

"Go." Mo Yan murmured in a low voice regardless of the doubts in others' hearts.

As his mind moved, the three-colored different-fire lotus floating in front of him burst into bright light like a scorching sun, and immediately turned into a blur of flames, rushing out like lightning.

Although the fire lotus contained a terrifying power that was majestic enough to overwhelm rivers and seas, it was completely restrained at this time, and in the process of crossing the space, there was no ripple of spiritual power.

Just like the calm before the storm, the quieter it is, the more terrifying its power when it erupts, which makes people feel chilling.

Amidst countless gazes filled with various emotions, the fire lotus slammed into Zhou Yuan who had turned into a flame giant.

The monks watching the battle looked at the two figures on the ring without blinking.

Although they didn't experience it personally, they all felt the terrifying power of the fire lotus.

They knew in their hearts that it was time for Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan to decide the outcome!

"How could a monk in the middle stage of the golden core come up with such a terrifying move?" Zhou Yuan couldn't believe it. Those two strange patterns flickered again.

A strange snake beast with a length of several feet, a white body, and a pair of golden wings was summoned by Zhou Yuan.

"A Feathered Snake in the late stage of the fourth rank!"

Under the arena, Venerable Jin Yang, who had just breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Mo Yan's performance, couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

Zhou Yuan in the early stage of Yuanying actually had a monster pet that was equivalent to that in the late stage of Yuanying.

This is an unimaginable crushing of rank and strength.

Facing the flying three-color lotus, Feathered Serpent had a strange look in its vertical golden eyes.

Its body moved sideways abruptly, blocking the front of the flame giant transformed by Zhou Yuan. The golden wings on its back suddenly exploded and swelled, like clouds covering the sky, huge and boundless, and the whole fanned towards the strange fire lotus.

The yin and yang streams are flowing on it, covered with traces of chaotic mist!

"boom!"

A thunderous explosion resounded throughout the arena.

An extremely terrifying storm of spiritual power swept out between the feathered snake's wings and the different fire lotus in an instant, and immediately filled the entire arena until it reached the edge of the arena before being blocked by the arena magic circle.

Under such a terrifying collision, the monks who watched the battle, whether they were low-level monks who had been eliminated long ago and whose cultivation base was no more than the Golden Pill, or those high-ranking monks from various sects, were all startled, their eyes wide open. The color of horror.

"Can two monks who are only fifty years old fight against each other with such terrifying power?"

The significance of holding this session of the Seven Domains Discussion was finally reflected at this time.

The talents and means of the monks who have fought this round are not inferior to the Taoist monks in the slightest, and it is even possible to surpass them.

Without this discussion on the Dao of the Seven Realms, even though these people are extremely talented, it is impossible to be buried, but their growth rate will definitely be slower than that of Taoist monks.

...

The aftermath of the three-colored flames on the ring and the jaw-dropping faces below the ring formed a unique landscape.

All the monks cast their eyes on the overlapping flames.

In the interweaving of many sights, after a while, several figures slowly emerged from it.

Zhou Yuan had transformed from a flame giant to a normal state, and the flame fox seemed to be dead, lying on his shoulder with a weak look.

Zhou Yuan himself looked quite embarrassed, and his robes were covered with scorched black marks.

The Feathered Snake, which was confronting the Alien Fire Lotus head-on, already had several scorched black pieces on its white snake body, and the flesh and blood that had bloomed could be faintly seen.

But at this time, Zhou Yuan's eyes were staring at the opposite side of the ring.

There stood Mo Yan with a pale face, even so, Mo Yan still had that calm look on his face.

Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and an imperceptible violence flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He was full of spiritual energy, ready to attack again.

"This battle, I admit defeat." The next moment, Mo Yan glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was not injured, and said slowly, turned around and walked down the ring without looking back.

He had already used all his strength to move the Heavenly Fire Lotus. At this moment, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he had no energy left to fight.

But Zhou Yuan was unharmed.

There was no other choice but to admit defeat.

Indeed, the gap between him and Zhou Yuan was still too great.

But he was also very calm, without any feeling of underestimating himself.

He is only twenty-three this year, but Zhou Yuan is already forty.

The age gap is there and cannot be ignored.

In a few decades, when the practice time of more than ten years is very small.

He is confident that by then, Zhou Yuan will no longer be his opponent.

Among so many talented monks, if he could really feel admiration and admiration from the bottom of his heart, the only one who was younger than him was Lu Qingshan.

"This battle, Zhou Yuan wins!" Seeing Mo Yan leave the ring, Saint Master Xuankong's gaze flashed, and he announced the result in a deep voice.