Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

In Mo Que's body, Huang Yu and Lin Lei have no consciousness, only instinct.

Now, they are in Mo Que's body, using Mo Que's body as a turf, and they are targeting each other.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Que's consciousness flocked to Huang Yu to spy on the mystery of immortality.

"boom!"

After several attempts, he finally succeeded in peering into the interior of Huang Yu.

"This is... a real Phoenix bird?"

Within this phoenix feather, Mo Que saw a huge phoenix bird, and his mind was in front of this phoenix bird, like an ant standing in front of a giant tiger.

Fortunately, this phoenix bird is very weak and is sleeping.

"It seems that Nirvana has failed, and only a faint remnant remains in the feather, which cannot be recovered in a short time!"

Mo Que calmed down and looked around.

I saw nothing here, no sky, no earth, and nothing but a phoenix bird.

"It seems that this is the same illusory world as the world of Shentu, and only the mind can enter it!"

Mo Que sighed to himself that he painted the heavens in a world of nothingness, and the image of the gods in his body was drawn by some kind of existence.

He didn't think much, and carefully observed the Phoenix bird.

I saw that this phoenix bird was covered with complex and simple Dao patterns.

Those Dao patterns are mysterious and unpredictable, as if they have painted the way of the heavens and the principles of Wanfa.

The phoenix bird slept quietly, Mo Que observed those complicated Dao patterns, but he just glanced at it, and he was attacked, and it felt as if there was a terrifying power that wanted to directly obliterate his thoughts!

"The secret of immortality is really hard to spy on!" He was horrified.

The natural secrets of all races are given by God, and others cannot ask for it.

Moreover, this is a supreme secret technique unique to the Phoenix family, how profound is it?

With Mo Que's current Realm and state, to forcibly investigate is like asking an ant to swallow a giant tiger in one bite.

"This is the supreme technique of the Phoenix clan!" Mo Que was unwilling, and once again risked perishing to observe the phoenix pattern.

"puff!"

This time, his real body vomited blood directly and was hit hard by an invisible force.

"After finally entering the Phoenix Feather, can't we really see the technique of immortality?"

Mo Que was very unwilling, and finally understood why, apart from the Phoenix family, no one else had mastered this technique.

He didn't want to retreat just like that, and his thoughts drifted within the Phoenix Feather, thinking of other ways.

Suddenly, his heart moved: "The picture of the gods in my body can draw all the heavens Wanfa. Now that I am the master of the gods, can I draw these phoenix patterns into the picture?"

With this idea, Mo Que immediately began to try to communicate with the divine map and draw the phoenix pattern into the map with his mind.

During this period, he tried his best not to look closely at those phoenix patterns, just like when he was reading, he didn't read in the order of the text, and he didn't try to understand the meaning of the text, but just copied it.

There is a terrifying power in the phoenix pattern, which prevents others from spying. As long as he does not interpret these phoenix patterns, he will not attract that kind of consequences.

"Sure enough!"

Mo Que was overjoyed when he felt that the world in the picture was slowly drawing the phoenix pattern.

In order to ensure that the phoenix pattern drawn is accurate enough, he also drew the phoenix bird into the picture, so that the accurate distribution of those phoenix patterns on the phoenix bird can be clearly seen.

After a long time, in the world of Shentu, a lifelike phoenix bird appeared.

However, the world in the picture is all weak. Although this phoenix bird is no different from the real world in the picture, it is only an illusory thing after all.

"It would be great if this phoenix bird could really come alive!" Mo Que suddenly thought of this.

The Mysterious and Unpredictable Picture of the God of the World. Although everything in the picture is illusory, it can echo the real world. He painted a phoenix bird in the picture, maybe it is possible to make it come true.

It's just that Mo Que knows very little about this picture, and he doesn't know how to use it at all, and he needs to keep exploring.

After painting the phoenix pattern, his consciousness withdraws from the phoenix feather. As long as the phoenix pattern exists in the world in the picture, it can be observed at any time in the future.

"Chi Chi!" In Mo Que's body, Lin Lei and Huang Yu were still fighting.

The instinctual battle between these two top creatures made Mo Que interested, and his mind watched secretly.

"laugh!"

Lin Lei was full of destructive aura, and every time it hit, it made the phoenix feather scorched black, and the damage was not light.

However, the amazing thing is that the phoenix feathers were injured one after another, but they were always able to quickly recover as before, and the radiance reappeared.

"Thunderbolt and Phoenix Feather, Destruction and Rebirth?"

Mo Que's thoughts watched for a long time, and he realized something in his heart.

Thunder and lightning represent destruction, and phoenix feathers represent new life.

While watching the instinctual battle between the two great creatures, he continued to mobilize the power of the sun in his body to fight against the Monster Qi that kept pouring into his body.

"How come he's still alive after so long?"

Outside of the Nine Myriad Demon Banners, the faces of the two old men in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations gradually became unsightly, and the expressions of Xiao San and Xiao Si also became a little gloomy.

It has been a long time since Jiuman refined Mo Que, but until this moment, they can still feel the vitality of Mo Que, which means that he has not died.

"He's just a body cultivator. No matter how strong his physical body is, it's impossible to fight against this banner. He will eventually be refined!" Xiao San said with a gloomy expression.

The two old men in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations did not dare to say more, so they had to wait beside them.

In this way, Xiao San refining Mo Que, a day has passed in the blink of an eye.

The four can still feel the vitality of Mo Que, albeit faintly, but always there.

"I want to see how long you can last!"

Xiao San's face became more and more ugly, but Mo Que's vitality was very weak, he could only grit his teeth and continue refining.

Another two days passed, and Xiao San's face was already pale.

Continuously urging the flag, he also felt uncomfortable.

The vitality of Mo Que is still unbroken.

"People at the pinnacle of the True Heaven Realm will all turn into ashes in this banner, how can you be stronger than them?" Xiao San's eyes were bloodshot, and his face became hideous.

Even in the True Heaven Cultivation Base, no one has ever been able to survive for three days under the banner of ten thousand demons!

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Xiao San was about to collapse. After seven days and seven nights of continuous refining, Mo Que's vitality still existed.

And what made him want to go berserk was that from the third day, Mo Que's weak vitality not only did not disappear completely, but became stronger and stronger.

This is simply a ghost. The vitality of those who have been refined by this flag in the past is not getting weaker and weaker, and finally cut off.

Like Mo Que, the more refined the stronger the vitality, it is definitely an anomaly, unprecedented, and extremely evil.

"Why not, let's do it ourselves?" said the old man surnamed Xu in Wan Jie Gu.

The more you refine Mo Que, the stronger the vitality will be. If you continue to refine it, isn't it harder to kill Mo Que?

"No, I have to make him into a puree!" Xiao San's eyes were red.

If he stopped now, wouldn't he admit that he couldn't get rid of Mo Que, and he was planted in Mo Que's hands? Doesn't it mean that his ten thousand demon banners are not good?

So, another seven days passed.

Xiao San finally couldn't bear it anymore, and kept urging Ten Thousand Demon Banners for more than ten days, even if he had reached his limit.

What made him despair and anger was that Mo Que's vitality not only did not end, but after more than ten days passed, it was actually several times stronger than when he was first trained!

"boom!"

Xiao San couldn't hold it anymore, and with a bang, he withdrew Jiufan, his eyes were red, and he stared at the center besieged by Jiufan.

He couldn't understand why Mo Que wasn't refined to death, and why the more he refines, the stronger his vitality becomes?

"I can't hold it anymore?" In the field, Mo Que sat on the ground and said with a little disappointment: "I hope you will continue to help me strengthen my martial arts, but I didn't expect you to be so powerless."

After Xiao San heard this, he didn't know whether it was because he was angry or because he was backlashed by the demon fan. With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood.