Seeing Mo Yan's move, Zhou Yuan's face changed for the first time since he played.

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

Boom!

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

Although he is confident that Mo Yan can't beat him, he doesn't want to make variables in vain.

Zhou Yuan, who turned into a red light, moved Mo Yan slightly.

He was very excited and unconsciously accelerated the movement of the mixture of Kwai Fu.

The difficulty of different fire fusion is never a simple addition and superposition, and its difficulty coefficient is geometric multiplication.

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

Therefore, even if Mo Yan's control over different fires has reached the realm due to his own constitution, the integration of three different fires is still a huge challenge for him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the lotus in front of Mo Yan, there was a small explosion like fireworks.

The red and blue flames were already integrated into one, but when they came into contact with the pale dead cold fire, they seemed to have reached a critical point and could not be integrated anyway.

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

There is no time for him to carry out fine operations.

In the next moment, he pinched his hands against the void and tried to blend the three kinds of flame violence together.

"Bang!"

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

Fortunately, at that moment, a blue flame emerged from Mo Yan's body and turned into a layer of gauze to block out the violent energy of lotus, otherwise Mo Yan would really play with fire and burn himself.

That is the power of the Yan of life.

At this time, Mo Yan's face was rapidly pale, but the corners of his mouth showed a shallow smile.

He looked down at the red, blue and white Flaming Lotus.

This lotus, which is a combination of three different fires, is not perfect.

Because the violent spiritual power contained in it is too terrible, Mo Yan estimates that he can fully master this power only when he reaches the primordial infancy.

At this time, in order to integrate the three different fires, he exhausted all his spiritual power in an instant.

Even if we did our best, there was a mistake in the process of integration.

Fortunately, the Yan of the living creature corrected this mistake for him, otherwise he would feel better.

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

But anyway, this is the strongest trick he can play at present.

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

It's terrible, 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 doubts in others' hearts.

With the movement of his mind, the three color fire lotus suspended in front of him burst into a bright light like the hot sun, and suddenly turned into a fuzzy flame, just like lightning.

Although the fire lotus contains the terrorist power that is majestic enough to overturn rivers and seas, it is completely convergent at this time. In the process of crossing the space, there is no spiritual ripple.

Just like the calm before the storm, the more silent it is, the more terrible and chilling it is when it breaks out.

Fire lotus bumped into Zhou Yuan, the incarnation of the flame giant, in the eyes of countless roads with various emotions.

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

Although they did not personally experience it, they all felt the terrible power of the fire lotus.

They know that Mo Yan and Zhou Yuan have reached the moment of victory and defeat!

"How could a friar in the middle of the golden elixir do such a terrible trick?" Zhou Yuan was unbelievable. His forward body suddenly stopped, and his body immediately swept back. In the process of flashing back, the two strange patterns on his face flashed again.

A strange snake beast several feet long, white and with a pair of golden wings was called out by Zhou Yuan.

"The feather snake in the later stage of the fourth grade!"

Under the challenge arena, Jinyang Da Zun, who was just relieved to see Mo Yan's performance, couldn't help but breathe out.

Zhou Yuan in the early days of Yuanying had a monster pet equal to that in the later days of Yuanying.

This is an unimaginable level and strength.

Facing the three color lotus, the feather snake floated a strange color in its golden vertical eye.

Its body suddenly moved sideways and stood in front of the flame giant transformed by Zhou Yuan. The golden wings behind it suddenly exploded and expanded. If it covered the sky, it was huge and boundless. It fanned the lotus of different fire as a whole.

On it, yin and Yang flow, covered with a trace of chaotic mist!

"Boom!"

The thunderous explosion rang through the challenge arena.

A terrible psychic storm swept out between the wings of the feather snake and the lotus of different fire in an instant. It immediately filled the whole challenge arena and was blocked by the challenge arena Dharma array until it reached the edge of the challenge arena.

Under such a terrible collision, the monks watching the war, whether those low-level monks who had been eliminated for a long time and could not build a foundation gold pill, or those high-level monks from various major sects, were shocked and showed a look of horror.

"Can the fighting between two friars who are only 50 years old create such a terrible power?"

At this time, the significance of the holding of this session of the seven regions on Taoism was finally reflected.

The monks who fought in this round have no less talent and means than the Taoist friars, and even have it.

Without the seven regions theory, even if these people have extraordinary talents and can not be buried, they will definitely grow up slower than Taoist friars.

……

The three color flame afterwaves on the challenge arena and the gaping faces under the challenge arena form a unique landscape.

All the monks turned their eyes to the overlapping flames.

In the interweaving of many lines of sight, after a moment, several figures slowly emerge from them.

Zhou Yuan has changed from the form of the flame giant to a normal state. The flame fox is like Yan, lying on his shoulder with a weak look.

Zhou Yuan himself looked rather embarrassed, and his clothes were full of scorched traces.

The feather snake and beast that opposed to the front of the fire lotus had several pieces of burnt black on the white snake body, which could vaguely see the blooming flesh and blood.

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

There, Mo Yan stood pale. Even so, Mo Yan's face was still calm.

Zhou Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, and a trace of imperceptible violence flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He was full of spirit and ready to attack again.

"I admit defeat in this battle." the next moment, Mo Yan glanced at Zhou Yuan, who was not injured, said slowly, turning around and walking towards the challenge arena without looking back.

This move is different from fire lotus. He has done his best. At this time, his spiritual power is exhausted and there is no spare strength to fight.

Zhou Yuan was unharmed.

There is no choice but to admit defeat.

Indeed, the gap between him and Zhou Yuan is still too big.

But he was also very calm, and there was no feeling of belittling himself.

He is only 23 this year, but Zhou Yuan is already 40.

The age gap is there and cannot be ignored.

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

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

Among so many talented friars, if he can really feel sincere admiration and admiration, in fact, only Lu Qingshan is younger than him.

"This battle, Zhou Yuansheng!" seeing Mo Yan leaving the challenge arena, the suspended Saint flashed his eyes and announced the result in a deep voice.