Volume 5: Seven Dao Sects Chapter 63 Quetzalcoatl
Seeing Mo Yan's actions, Zhou Yuan's expression changed for the first time since he came on the field.
He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained in the three-colored lotus in front of Mo Yan.
boom!
Almost at the same moment, Zhou Yuan's movements suddenly accelerated.
Although he was confident that Mo Yan could not defeat him, he did not want to create any unexpected changes.
Zhou Yuan, who turned into a streak of red light and rushed towards him, moved Mo Yan slightly.
His mind moved slightly, and he unconsciously sped up the movement of blending the strange fire in his hand.
The difficulty of fusing different fires is never a simple addition, its difficulty coefficient is multiplied geometrically.
If the difficulty coefficient of fusing two extremely unstable strange fires is one, then the difficulty coefficient of fusing three extremely unstable strange fires is at least ten.
Therefore, even though Mo Yan's control over the strange fires has reached perfection due to his physical condition, the fusion of the three strange fires is still a huge challenge for him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
From the lotus in front of Mo Yan came tiny explosions that sounded like fireworks.
The red and blue flames had originally blended into one, but when they came into contact with the pale cold fire of the undead, it was as if they had reached a critical point and could not merge no matter what.
Mo Yan pursed his lips, his eyes full of madness.
There was no time left for him to perform delicate operations.
The next moment, he squeezed the air with both hands, trying to forcefully blend the three flames together.
“Bang!”
A muffled thunder rang out, and a tiny fire lotus shot out directly from the lotus and exploded in Mo Yan's chest.
Fortunately, at that moment, a ball of green flame emerged from Mo Yan's body and turned into a layer of gauze, blocking the violent energy of the lotus outside, otherwise Mo Yan would really be playing with fire and getting burned.
That is the power of the flame of life.
At this moment, Mo Yan's face turned pale rapidly, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He looked down at the flaming lotus that was constantly flashing red, blue and white.
This lotus formed by the fusion of three kinds of strange fire has not reached perfection.
Because the violent spiritual power contained therein is so terrifying, Mo Yan estimates that he will have to reach the Nascent Soul stage before he can fully master this power.
At this moment, in order to fuse these three kinds of strange fire together, he instantly exhausted all his spiritual power.
Even with every effort, things went wrong during the integration process.
Fortunately, the Flame of Life corrected this mistake for him, otherwise he would have been in great trouble.
After this blow, no matter what the outcome, he would be unable to fight again.
But no matter what, this is the most powerful move he can perform at the moment.
Zhou Yuan's gaze quickly shifted from Mo Yan's pale face to the small three-colored lotus in front of him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
This lotus is terrible!
The three-colored fire lotus gently floated in the air, and a violent energy that shocked him overflowed!
"Go ahead." Mo Yan murmured in a low voice, ignoring the doubts in others' hearts.
As his mind moved, the three-colored strange fire lotus floating in front of him bloomed with a light as bright as the sun, and suddenly turned into a blurry flame that shot out like lightning.
Although the fire lotus contained a terrifying force that was powerful enough to overturn rivers and seas, it was completely restrained at this moment. As it passed through space, not a single ripple of spiritual power was caused.
Just like the calm before a storm, the quieter it is, the more terrifying the power will be when it erupts, causing people to feel chilled.
Amid countless gazes filled with various emotions, the fire lotus slammed into Zhou Yuan, who had transformed into a flaming giant.
The monks watching the fight stared at the two figures .
Although they had not experienced it personally, they all had a sense of the terrifying power of the fire lotus.
They knew clearly in their hearts that the battle between Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan had come to a decisive moment!
“How can a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm have such a terrifying move?” Zhou Yuan was in disbelief. His forward-moving figure suddenly stopped and he quickly retreated. As he retreated, the two strange patterns on his face flashed again.
Zhou Yuan summoned out a strange snake beast that was several meters long, completely white, and had a pair of golden wings.
"A feathered serpent of the fourth stage!"
Below the ring, Great Venerable Jin Yang, who had just breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Mo Yan's performance, could not help but let out a sigh.
Zhou Yuan, who is in the early stage of Yuanying, actually has an exotic beast pet equivalent to that of the late stage of Yuanying.
This is an unimaginable crushing of rank and strength.
When the feathered serpent faced the three-colored lotus flying towards it, a strange look flashed across its golden vertical eyes.
Its body suddenly moved sideways, blocking the fire giant that Zhou Yuan had transformed into. The golden wings behind it suddenly exploded and expanded, like clouds covering the sky, huge and boundless, and fanned towards the strange fire lotus as a whole.
Yin and Yang energies flow above it, covered with a wisp of chaotic mist!
"boom!"
The thunderous explosion resounded throughout the ring.
An extremely terrifying storm of spiritual power swept out from between the wings of the feathered serpent and the strange fire lotus in an instant, and then filled the entire arena, all the way to the edge of the arena, before being blocked by the arena magic formation.
Under such a terrifying collision, the cultivators who were watching the battle, whether they were low-level cultivators who had been eliminated long ago and whose cultivation was only at the foundation-building stage, or those high-level cultivators from various major sects, were all shocked and their eyes were filled with horror.
"Could a battle between two monks who are no more than fifty years old actually cause such a terrifying force?"
The significance of this Seven Realms Forum was finally revealed at this time.
The talents and means of the cultivators who have fought to this round are no less capable than those of the Dao Sect cultivators, and it is possible that they are even better.
If there had not been this Seven Realms Discussion on Dao, even though these people were extremely talented, they would not have been buried, but their growth rate would definitely be slower than that of Dao Sect practitioners.
…
The aftermath of the three-colored flames on the ring and the dumbfounded faces below the ring formed a unique landscape.
All the monks turned their eyes to the overlapping flames.
Amid the interweaving of numerous gazes, after a moment, several figures slowly emerged from among them.
Zhou Yuan had transformed from a fire giant to his normal state, and the Flame Fox seemed to have wilted, lying on his shoulder with a weak look.
Zhou Yuan himself also looked quite disheveled, with traces of burns all over his clothes.
The feathered serpent that was confronting the strange fire lotus head-on had several charred spots on its white body, and the flesh and blood could be vaguely seen bursting out of it.
At this moment, Zhou Yuan's gaze was fixed on the opposite side of the arena.
There, stood the pale-faced Mo Yan. Even so, Mo Yan's face was still calm and composed.
Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of brutality flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Spiritual energy surged throughout his body as he prepared to attack again.
"I admit defeat in this battle." The next moment, Mo Yan glanced at Zhou Yuan who was not injured, and said slowly, then turned around and walked down the ring without looking back.
He had already put all his strength into this move of Strange Fire Lotus. Now his spiritual power was exhausted and he had no energy left to fight.
But Zhou Yuan was unharmed.
There is no other choice but to admit defeat.
Indeed, the gap between him and Zhou Yuan is still too big.
But he was also very calm and did not feel any self-deprecation.
He is only twenty-three this year, but Zhou Yuan is already forty.
The age gap is there and cannot be ignored.
In another few decades, when the time for practicing for more than ten years will be minimal.
He was confident that by then, Zhou Yuan would no longer be his opponent.
Among so many talented cultivators, the only one who could truly make him feel sincere admiration and submission was actually Lu Qingshan, who was younger than him.
"Zhou Yuan wins this battle!" Seeing Mo Yan leaving the arena, the Xuankong Saint Master's eyes flashed and he announced the result in a deep voice.
