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

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

boom!

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

Although he was confident that Mo Yan couldn't defeat him, he didn't want to make any changes in vain.

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

His mental thoughts moved slightly, and he unconsciously speeded up the movement of blending the strange fire in his hand.

The difficulty of alien fire fusion has never been a simple addition and superposition. Its difficulty coefficient is geometrically multiplied.

If the difficulty coefficient of two extremely unstable foreign fires is one, then the difficulty coefficient of three extremely unstable foreign fires should be at least ten.

Therefore, even though Mo Yan's control over the different fires has reached an advanced level due to his own physical condition, the fusion of the three different fires is still a huge challenge for him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

From the lotus in front of Mo Yan, a small explosion sounded like fireworks.

The red and blue flames were originally blended into one, but when they came into contact with the pale cold fire of the dead, they seemed to have reached a critical point and could not merge no matter what.

Mo Yan pursed his lips, his eyes filled with madness.

There is no time for him to perform detailed operations.

The next moment, he squeezed the void with both hands, trying to violently combine the three types of flames.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled thunder explosion, and a small fire lotus shot out directly from the lotus, exploding in Mo Yan's chest.

Fortunately, at that moment, a ball of cyan flame emerged from Mo Yan's body and turned into a layer of gauze to block the violent energy of the lotus. Otherwise, Mo Yan would really have burned himself by playing with fire.

That is the power of the flame of life.

At this time, Mo Yan's face quickly turned pale, 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 flower, which is composed of three kinds of different fires, has not yet reached perfection.

Because the violent spiritual power contained in it was so terrifying, Mo Yan estimated that he would have to reach the Nascent Soul stage before he could fully master this power.

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

Even if we try our best, something will go wrong during the integration process.

Fortunately, there was a creature who corrected this mistake for him, otherwise he would have been much better off.

After this blow, no matter what the outcome was, he was unable to fight again.

But no matter what, this is already the strongest trick he can use at the moment.

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

Very scary, this lotus!

The three-color fire lotus was gently suspended in the air, and a violent energy that shocked him overflowed!

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

As his mind moved, the three-color strange fire lotus floating in front of him bloomed with light as bright as the scorching sun, and suddenly turned into a blur of flames, rushing out like lightning.

Although the fire lotus contained terrifying power that was so majestic that it could overwhelm rivers and seas, it was completely restrained at this time. During the process of crossing the space, there was not even a single ripple of spiritual power.

Just like the calm before the storm, the quieter it is, the more terrifying the power when it breaks out, making people feel chilling.

The fire lotus slammed into Zhou Yuan, who had transformed into a flame giant, amid countless eyes filled with various emotions.

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

Although they have not experienced it personally, they are all aware of the terrifying power of the fire lotus.

They knew clearly in their hearts that Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan had reached the moment of victory or defeat!

"How could a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core perform such terrifying tricks?" Zhou Yuan couldn't believe it in his heart. His forward figure suddenly stopped, and then he violently retreated. In the process of retreating, his face was

Those two strange patterns flashed again.

A strange snake beast that was several feet long, white in color, and had a pair of golden wings was summoned by Zhou Yuan.

"A late-stage fourth-grade feathered serpent!"

Under the ring, Master Jin Yang, who had just breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Mo Yan's performance, couldn't help but exhale softly.

Zhou Yuan, who was 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, the feathered snake had a strange look in its golden vertical eyes.

Its body suddenly moved sideways and stood in front of the flame giant transformed by Zhou Yuan. The golden wings on its back suddenly exploded and expanded, like clouds covering the sky, as huge as the sky. It fanned towards the strange fire lotus.

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

"boom!"

Thunderous explosions resounded throughout the arena.

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

Under such a terrifying collision, the monks watching the battle, whether they were low-level monks who had been eliminated long ago and whose cultivation could not reach the foundation-building elixir, or high-level monks from various major sects, were all shocked and shocked.

A look of horror.

"Can two monks who are no more than fifty years old create such a terrifying power due to their fighting skills?"

The significance of this Seven Domain Forum was finally reflected at this moment.

The talents and methods of the monks who have fought this round are no less inferior to those of the Dao Sect monks, and it is not impossible to even be worse.

Without this Seven Realms Discussion, even if these people were extremely talented and would not have been buried, their growth rate would definitely be slower than that of Taoist monks.

…

The aftermath of the three-color flames on the stage and the stunned faces under the stage formed a unique scenery.

All the monks cast their gazes into the overlapping flames.

In the intertwining of many eyes, after a moment, several figures slowly emerged from them.

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

Zhou Yuan himself looked quite embarrassed, with black and burnt marks all over his clothes.

The feathered serpent, which was confronting the Alien Fire Lotus, had several scorched black patches on its white snake body, and the flesh and blood could be faintly seen.

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

There, stood a pale-faced Mo Yan. Even so, Mo Yan still had that calm and unhurried look on his face.

Zhou Yuan's pupils shrank, and a trace of imperceptible violence flashed deep in his eyes.

His whole body was filled with spiritual energy, ready to attack again.

"I surrender this battle." The next moment, Mo Yan glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was not injured, and said slowly, turning around and walking towards the bottom of the ring without looking back.

He had used all his strength to perform the Strange Fire Lotus move. At this time, his whole body's spiritual energy was exhausted and he had no remaining energy to fight.

But Zhou Yuan was unscathed.

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, without any sense of belittlement.

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 more than ten years of practice time will be insignificant.

He was confident that by then, Zhou Yuan would no longer be his opponent.

Among so many talented monks, if he could truly feel sincere admiration and admiration, the only one who was younger than him was Lu Qingshan.
Chapter completed!