My Master Is a God

The blood mist that covered the sky turned into a river and came towards Yang Yiyun. At this moment, Yang was really scared.

Because against Moao, even his strong strength is useless. He is just a ball of blood mist. No matter how powerful the attack is, it only hits a ball of blood mist. He cannot pose a threat at all. This is what makes Yang Yiyun Very depressing place.

How can we continue fighting like this?

On the other hand, Mo'ao's blood mist demonic energy can cause harm to him. If Yang Yiyun is not afraid of pure demonic energy, the Qiankun Creation Technique can refine the demonic energy, but Mo'ao's blood mist is weird. A kind of evil and vicious magic power, which is different from the devil energy. If it sticks to Yang Yiyun, he is not sure whether it can be refined. He cannot afford to take this risk.

Facing the long river of blood mist in Mo'ao, Yang Yiyun knew that he was in trouble. Even if he went away with his sword, he could only use the big stick to draw water, which would not have much effect.

Do you really want to run away like the bastard said?

If it really doesn't work, the only option is to run away, but Yang always feels that running away is very frustrating.

Thinking of this, he was heartbroken. No matter what, if he wanted to fight with all his strength, he didn't believe that Mo'ao, a demon at the level of Immortal King Dzogchen, had three heads and six arms, and no weaknesses?

After all, he is not an Immortal Emperor, so he has the strength to fight.

"Red~"

After giving the order to Hong Yi, Hong Yi rushed towards Mo Ao the next moment. Although Hong Yi may not be able to cause damage to the demonic energy, it can still affect Mo Ao.

On the other hand, Hong Yi has the body of a sub-sage, and his Mo'ao's Blood Demon Transformation Skill may not be able to hurt Hong Yi, and Mo Ao does not dare to confront Hong Yi head-on.

Thinking of this, Yang Yiyun's inner fighting spirit was ignited.

"Dharma Appearance~"

When he opened his mouth to pour out his words, his whole body was shaking, and the next moment Yang Yiyun transformed into a body of a hundred meters tall.

The heart moved again, and the Donghuang Bell emerged again, and the golden runes formed a defense. In any case, the Donghuang Bell was the power of pure Yang, and it was really good at restraining Moao's blood mist.

Then Yang Yiyun spoke again:

"The gate of Youdu—appears."

There was no light behind, forming two kinds of air currents, gray and black, and a huge portal rotated and appeared. He still didn't know what the inner seed of the Nether City Gate was, but he remembered that the Nether City Gate could swallow up all the extremely yin and enter it.

"Law aura~"

In the midst of the roar, Yang Yiyun's huge Dharma-like golden body was moving, and his fist the size of a millstone was raised. The energy between heaven and earth gathered, and the general trend of heaven and earth was invisibly blessing him.

"Let me loose~"

"Rumble..."

The huge fist smashed into Mo'ao's blood mist river. The aura was formed in all directions in the world and within a radius of one kilometer. The power of the law's aura gathered on his fist and slammed down.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the cave.

When Yang Yiyun's fist hit the Moao Blood Mist River, this huge river that was 100 meters long also became turbulent.

The momentum that was originally like a rainbow began to collapse when faced with Yang Yiyun's pair of huge Dharma fists...

This scene made Yang Yiyun feel happy.

It turned out that he had underestimated his own strength. He remembered what the six-eared macaque said to him. When facing the enemy, if you have fighting spirit in your heart, then fighting spirit will become your momentum and become part of your fighting strength. The higher the fighting consciousness, the higher the fighting consciousness. , the more powerful it is.

Now that I think about it, this is true.

At this moment, when he used all the strength of his body and smashed it with both fists, Mo'ao, a river of blood mist that poured into the sky, was still in the process of collapse.

On the other side, Hong Yi's attack or disturbance enemy also arrived. Facing Mo'ao who was hiding in the blood mist and demonic energy, Hong Yi ran rampant and rushed in directly.

"Boom~"

After the dull moment, the demonic energy dissipated, and the red-clothed figure appeared, but Mo'ao was nowhere to be seen. Indeed, as the magic bird said, facing Mo'ao who was transformed into blood mist and demonic energy, strong power may not be able to do anything. effect,.

Apparently Hong Yi's blow seemed to hit a ball of air.

Although Moao was not hurt, the impact was definitely there, because Yang Yiyun felt some turmoil coming from the blood mist river.

At the first moment, Yang Yiyun roared again: "Cut~"

The dragon-slaying sword and the dragon-coiling sword suddenly fell on the blood mist river. Yang Yiyun moved his fists with magic power in his heart and pushed forward, with a rumbling roar. The hundred-meter-long blood mist river was completely destroyed by him.

Under the powerful force of heaven and earth, these blood mist did not touch him, and even if he touched him, he was protected by the golden body of the Eastern Emperor Bell and the Gate of Youdu, but he was not afraid.

In the blink of an eye, Moao's figure was no longer visible, and the blood mist formed by this demon was nowhere to be found, which made Yang Yiyun frown.

If this continues, he will be led by Moao and become very passive.

But the breath cannot be sensed, nor can it be captured on Moao's body. This is not the way to go.

The next moment, Yang Yiyun activated his spiritual consciousness, and the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness opened his eyes. The straight line formed by his spiritual consciousness looked over, but there was still no trace of Moao.

However, when he was looking for it, an iceberg with red demonic energy appeared in reality. Yang Yiyun immediately used his spiritual consciousness to go away and immediately entered a mass of demonic energy.

The next second, Yang Yiyun was overjoyed. After his consciousness condensed into a straight line, his soul saw Mo'ao in a mass of blood mist.

"How can you hide yourself now?"

Yang Yiyun cursed in his heart.

His divine consciousness is not an ordinary immortal consciousness. It is much higher than the immortal consciousness. As long as his divine consciousness is condensed into lines and stared at, it is equivalent to locating him and leaving a position on him.

In this way, no matter how hard Moao jumps, he can't escape being tracked by his spiritual consciousness...

After successfully locating his spiritual consciousness, a surprise was that Moao didn't seem to notice anything unusual and had been targeted by his spiritual consciousness.

Of course, Yang Yiyun knew that it was one thing to lock his consciousness to watch Moao, but whether he could win was another matter entirely.

At this time, I found that Mo'ao's whereabouts became strange. He was like teleporting, and a cloud of blood mist was floating. If he didn't have powerful spiritual consciousness, ordinary immortal consciousness would never be able to see him.

Just like the Gods and Demons, Mo'ao has mastered the blood-transforming demon technique. He can turn his body into a ball of blood mist, which can even be said to be a stream of air. Who can see a stream of air?

When it flows, there is no trace at all.

I only heard the floating voice of Mo'ao saying: "Gah ga ga... Boy, you are really interesting. You can actually dissolve my blood river, and your magical powers also show the power of the Yang Zhi Gang. You are still a human being." The person who takes the form of a lawful aura really makes me happy!

However... it is not enough to fight with me. I have to say that the power of Zhiyang Zhigang will indeed have an impact on my magic power. But, haha, your cultivation is too weak. If you become the Immortal King , maybe there is still some ability to affect me, but this ability is not enough now, so use whatever means you have.

Haha, I have to be serious next time, but be careful, I don’t want to kill you all at once, it would be boring to die~"

He still had an extremely playful laugh, which made Yang Yiyun's teeth itch with hatred.

Immediately afterwards, Mo'ao roared and stood up: "Turn blood into a sea, the blood sea domain - appears~"

The next second, Yang Yiyun felt that the world went dark, air currents rolled from all directions, and countless red demonic energy appeared out of thin air.

What made Yang Yiyun's expression change drastically was that the Mo'ao he was staring at in his consciousness disappeared. He originally thought he was locked on, but at this moment, the blood mist demonic wind turned into countless people, and he actually lost his target.

Moreover, the surrounding world has undergone earth-shaking changes. In the blink of an eye, he was in a sea of ​​blood...

It was no longer a world of frozen crystals. The sky was extremely dark, and there was a sea of ​​blood beneath his feet. He was floating on the endless sea of ​​blood.

Is this a magical environment?

Yang Yiyun's heart sank.

At this time, I heard Mo'ao's voice again: "Haha, boy, you should feel honored to be able to let me perform the Blood Sea. You can be proud of a little fairy who allows me to perform the Blood Sea. Of course, although you are Titled Immortal Lord, but in my eyes, there is no difference from ordinary Immortal Lord. It is just a title, nothing more, hahaha... Now... I can let you know how powerful I am."

After Mo Ao finished speaking, Yang Yiyun only heard a gloomy sound: "The sea of ​​blood is turning upside down~"

The next moment, a sea of ​​blood surged into the sky.