Mo Yu's judgment was correct. Because the next moment, twelve terrifying figures from all directions roared. Boom¡ª¡ªBoom¡ª¡ªBoom¡ª¡ªThe overwhelming power condensed into a pillar of light, soaring into the sky and straight into the sky. The twelve light pillars are all pitch black, as if they have been dyed with thick ink. Then, under the sky, a large net appeared, densely intertwined with countless thin black threads. Because it is too fine, it no longer looks like a net, but a giant cloth covering the sky. The few touches of fish-white in the sky were immediately covered up and could no longer be revealed. Roar¡ª¡ª Roar¡ª¡ª Roar¡ª¡ª The twelve figures roared again, and the power of crushing them surged again. But at this moment, Mo Yu did nothing. He still stood where he was, looking up at the sky. Because, he has used all the power other than maintaining his own survival to blast into the sky to promote the reversal of yin and yang. So he could only endure and wait. Enduring the crushing force of terror, causing pain that penetrates deep into the bones and organs, waiting for the darkness to eventually break and light to fall on the earth. Time passed, and the space around Mo Yu did not freeze again, but if there were others here, it would be easy to see that he was struggling to resist. Because at this time, his face was very white, as if all the blood had been drained out, and his eyes, although calm, became very dim. Suddenly, a loud noise appeared in Mo Yu's heart, and the flesh collapsed, forming a shallow wound, exposing the flesh and blood below. Traces of blood seeped out slowly and steadily, condensing at the end of the wound, and finally a blood drop appeared, leaving a trace of blood on his face. This seemed to start some kind of chain reaction, and the "click" sounds began to sound one after another. Every sound represented a shallow, inconspicuous wound on Mo Yu's body. No matter how shallow or inconspicuous it is, a wound is just a wound, and there are simply too many of them. Mo Yu¡¯s black robe was not very red after being soaked with blood. Instead, it looked darker and darker. Outside the cover of the robe, all the exposed flesh and blood are covered with wounds. It¡¯s like a porcelain figure that was broken and pieced back together, extremely weird and terrifying. But no matter how much bleeding there was, not even a drop left Mo Yu's body and was left behind by his strong force. Even if this requires him to expend more strength, he will be unable to resist the terrifying crushing force and suffer more serious injuries. The ancestor spirit praised, "You are really strong." This is the truth. No one knows what the twelve figures that have descended represent, and they cannot understand how terrifying they are. The ancestor spirit knew it, so he praised it. But after the admiration, there was a sentence, "You are destined to die, why bother to suffer more, wouldn't it be better to give up resistance and be killed by me?" Mo Yu still didn't respond, as if, with a wave of his sleeves, his soul was gone. It has left its body and is now just an empty shell of flesh and blood without any knowledge. Quietly, calmly and calmly, I looked at the sky, looking at the rich darkness, as if trying to find a beautiful flower in it. The ancestor spirit might be puzzled or might frown, so he didn't speak again. The roars of the twelve terrifying figures became increasingly sharp and intensive. It¡¯s like thunder exploding! A long time passed, and Mo Yu's eyes became darker and darker, and the cracks on the surface of his body became more and more detailed, tearing his skin into countless pieces. His breath began to dry up, and the fluctuations in his life were reduced to a minimum. Reaching the end of life. But the twelve terrifying figures did not relax at all. Instead, they roared more and more horribly, as if they sensed the arrival of some kind of danger. Suddenly, Mo Yu smiled, like a flower blooming on a dry stone, appearing on his face covered with fine wounds. There was no scary or weird feeling, but it looked extremely pure. Because at this moment, in the deep darkness of the sky, a few light spots appeared. They were very small, but yet so conspicuous in the absolute darkness. The black threads are intertwined into a network. The network cables are too fine and eventually turn into cloth. No matter how precise the fabric is, there are still gaps between the threads. Even if it is so small that it is almost imperceptible. But as long as it exists, there is no way to stop the coming of light. Mo Yu tried his best to put himself in a desperate situation, and finally got what he wanted to see.?One scene. The light tears through the darkness and spills into this covered world. The reversed yin and yang are reversed again, even if it is not complete, it is enough. The will of the great world has noticed the existence of the ancestral spirits. So, the dark sky suddenly collapsed, and the unimaginable majestic light fell like a star river, pouring crazily into this world. Half virtual and half real, the twelve terrifying figures standing around were roaring in pain at the same time. Then, the light fell on them and burned violently. The flame was pure white, so dazzling and blazing, but it felt so cold. This is the punishment from heaven, the punishment from heaven and earth! Mo Yu lowered his head and looked into the closed secret room, his eyes darkened. Although he tried his best to tear apart the yin and yang to expose the ancestral spirit, he still didn't have much confidence in his heart. Because it is the ancestral spirit. Becauseit comes from outside the world! "Humph!" A cold snort suddenly sounded, and above the head, there was a wave of heart-stopping fluctuations. Mo Yu suddenly raised his head, his face changed drastically! Because he discovered that in the broken dark sky, all the shadows had been dispersed by the light, but the crescent moon still hung high, scattering its own silver light. Even the vast brightness of the big world can only slightly dim this silver glow, but cannot cover it up. Then, the moon trembled slightly and broke away. It was cut off so easily without any warning or any fluctuation in power. But at this time, Mo Yu's pupils had shrunk to a point, and without any hesitation, he punched the void above his head. Regardless of the injuries inside the body, a thorough and violent release of power caused the wounds that were slowly healing on the surface of the body to burst apart once again. Poof - blood spurted out, Mo Yu didn't pause for a moment, and activated his power even more crazily. Wow - the sound is like the sound of rushing water. Between the broken crescents, a mighty and unimaginable moonlight suddenly bursts out. Endless, as if its brokenness opened up a world that stores moonlight! Then, these moonlights really swept away in all directions like flowing water. Wherever you go, everything is purified. And absolute purification means disappearance, because only nothingness is the true purity. Mo Yu¡¯s punch exploded in front of Yue Hua, but no sound or breath came out. "It's just that there is a small bubble in the moonlight tide, which can almost envelope him. I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but when everything dissipated, Mo Yu suddenly bent over and coughed violently, which was heartbreaking. But the world at this moment is no longer the world it was just now. Under his body is an unimaginably huge pit, with crimson mucus rolling in the pit. The terrifying heat rises, bringing pungent blood and a stench that makes the soul wither! 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