Time seemed to slow down suddenly at this moment.

  Soft as flowing water is her radiant beauty, like a sprouting branch of light, little by little, entwining the empty right hand that holds nothing.

  The memory of the Pú Yāo seemed to be suddenly pulled very long, some blurry and disappearing scenes, as if overlapping with everything that happened in front of his eyes, clear as yesterday.

  "...teacher..."

  In the faint whisper, the sharpness and coldness in the bloodshot eyes disappeared.

  Zuo Mo's mind was completely absorbed by the changes in his hands, he could feel a strange transformation taking place in this brief moment.

  What is this?

  These two minor demon arts are not only far inferior to the "Yangsha Gang Lei" from "Xiao Qian Ye Shou", but they are also fundamentally incomparable. The various demon arts contained in "Xiao Qian Ye Shou" were created by a generation of heavenly demons, and are profound and intricate, even someone as arrogant as Pu Yao can't help but praise them to the skies.

  But what about the little demon's magic?

  There are five hundred minor demon arts, which are compulsory for every demon. Any demon must complete the study of these five hundred minor demon arts within their own clan before entering the Demon Arts Academy. In other words, minor demon arts are merely the introductory content for demons to cultivate.

  But...

  The power bursting out between two hands...

  The last ray of light flowed out from Zuo Mo's left hand and wrapped around his right hand.

  Splish-splash!

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt a burst of dazzling light shoot out from his chest, a power filled with destructive potential took shape in his right hand, like an ancient giant beast, exhaling a desolate breath, slightly raising its back, majestically gazing.

  All souls are as if they have been cast with a petrification spell. Inside the chaotic tower, time is as if it has suddenly stopped.

  Between extreme movement and stillness, Pu Yao's soul was lost and his spirit was fixed on Zuo Mo's right hand, muttering clearly: "...... Qi Gu Huang Ji Shu......"

  Zuo Mo hadn't heard the whispers of the half-step Immortal, he was stunned by the light on his hand and this terrifying aura, completely losing his ability to think. As if acting subconsciously, he moved his right hand, only to see it swing about like a fish tail, incredibly agile.

  Among countless dazzling lights, a faint illusory shadow flew out of his right hand, suddenly enlarged, like a monstrous beast, and abruptly opened its bloody mouth to swallow all the evil spirits inside the tower.

  In the thick fog, the small tower surrounded by countless vengeful spirits suddenly burst out with countless dazzling rays of light. A powerful suction force emerged from within the tower, and tens of thousands of vengeful spirits were sucked in before they could escape.

  At the same time, a quaint and desolate aura emanated from within the small tower.

  The souls that had not been caught were suddenly frightened and scattered, as if there was a terrible monster inside the small tower that made them feel fearful. In the depths of the soul fog, those higher-level soul beasts that were at the end of the hunt could not help but reveal a look of horror in their eyes, each one crouching on the ground, not daring to move.

  Zuo Mo's current feeling was terrible, the souls he had swallowed were all gone, but now it seemed like he had eaten too much and was bloated. Moreover, what made him even more anxious was that these souls didn't seem to be dead, but rather were bound by a strange power.

  Once this force loses control, these vengeful spirits will rush out again!

  "The first and five hundredth kinds of minor demon magic, using a single-character linking style."

  The voice of the Pú Yāo arrived just in time, and Zuǒ Mò's hand slightly hesitated. The first feeling was that this was impossible. Among the 500 kinds of Xiǎo Yāo Shù (Small Demon Techniques), almost all the basic types of demon techniques were covered, including many with opposing properties. However, the first and the five hundredth kinds were the most diametrically opposed among all the contradictory pairs of demon techniques.

  Two diametrically opposed minor demon arts, how can they be cast at the same time?

  However, he couldn't afford to think carefully at this time. After a moment of stunned silence, his hands involuntarily followed Pu Yao's instructions and began to cast the spell.

  The first kind...... The five hundredth kind......

  An eerie and unparalleled feeling floated to the top of his mind, Zuo Mo could only feel an inexplicable awkwardness. Just now, he had simultaneously unleashed the seventy-sixth and three hundred thirteenth, and he already felt quite awkward, but this time, compared to last time, the awkward and eerie feeling was several times stronger.

  What's going on here...

  Zuo Mo endured an indescribable awkward feeling and forcibly cast two kinds of small demonic arts at the same time.

  Pú yāo xuè tóng yī zhǎ nǐ bù niǎn de dīng zhe zuǒ mò miàn qián liàng qǐ bìng qiě wān yán liú dòng de guāng huá, bù zì zhǔ de shàn zhù hū xī, nà mú yàng, jiù hǎo sì shēng kǒng dòng zhè xiē mí lí měi lì de guāng huá bān. ér tā píng rì lǐ xǐ huān cáng zài hēi xiù zhī zhōng de shuāng shǒu, bù zhī bù jué zhōng shēn le chū lái.

  His expression was also extremely strange, full of expectation and yet as if facing a great enemy.

  A strong sense of distortion grew stronger with the rise of Guang Hua, and Zuo Mo felt that his body was being twisted in opposite directions on both sides.

  He knew it was an illusion, at this time he was just a wisp of consciousness, where did the body come from? But he also knew that this sense of contradiction was not non-existent, but truly existed, it was a contradiction between principles.

  As soon as he made his move, he knew something was off.

  Under the influence of two extreme principles, if one is not careful, they may be crushed at any moment. Under the intense conflict between the two fundamental principles, this thread of consciousness is as fragile as a piece of paper. His heart and soul are attached to this thread of consciousness, and if it is destroyed, the outcome is no different from death.

  The deepest wound is the wound of the soul.

  Is Ah Gui going to end up like this too, with a wounded soul and a body as stiff as a wooden puppet?

  Under the stimulation of death, Zuo Mo somehow summoned a burst of energy and forced himself to calm down.

  But how can these two completely opposite little demon arts be performed with a single character?

  It's impossible... completely impossible...

  In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, yet the two small demonic arts in front of him still left him at a loss. The two small demonic arts were simple and direct, every subtle change was within his grasp. But precisely because of this, he felt it was even more impossible.

  The two are like two carriages galloping in opposite directions. How can they be pulled together now?

  No way... No way...

  Zuo Mo's heart was filled with anxiety, as the two small demonic arts began to conflict with each other. He could feel every subtle collision of power between them. The sense of danger in his mind grew stronger, like a sword hanging over his head, leaving him unable to move. But now, there was a mouse frantically gnawing at the rope suspending the sword.

  Calm down, must calm down!

  Zuo Mo's breathing almost came to a halt, he told himself over and over again to calm down, forcing himself to calm down.

  What to do...... what to do......

  Suddenly, a ray of spiritual light pierced through the clouds like lightning. He suddenly remembered the last time he had created his own array of techniques, among which there were many conflicting and contradictory techniques, but he had successfully merged them together.

  That set of chaotic magic spells was what he used to make a bet with the Lotus Demon, winning the Six Variations of the Mahāyānā Devil Body.

  Unfortunately, after he got the six changes of Mahayana magic body, he put this set of techniques aside and devoted himself to cultivating the six changes of Mahayana magic body.

  Zuo Mo didn't have time to regret why he hadn't gone to mess with the spell again. He racked his brains, thinking hard about how he had mixed up the opposing natures of the spell and sword spell in that set of spell entering the formation.

  He remembered how he had controlled these opposing natures.

  He felt a stir in his heart, disregarding the increasingly intense sense of danger, he patiently sensed every point of conflict between the two minor demon arts.

  Suddenly, his divine consciousness split into two strands, like two thin whips, with two completely opposing forces, probing into the radiant glow of two small demon arts.

  A strange change suddenly occurred.

  Originally conflicting violent forces, however, in a strange way, rotated in opposite directions with a smooth and slippery motion.

  A bright light suddenly burst out of Zuo Mo's eyes, the friction and conflict between the two small spells became smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two lights also became closer and closer. At this time, they could no longer see any of the previous hostility and conflict, they were like a pair of twins, tightly stuck together.

  Naturally, Zuo Mo's hands seemed to be driven by something, and he unexpectedly used a One Character Spell.

  A force that was by no means powerful pierced with absolute accuracy through the very center of two types of magic.

  Suddenly, Mo Dun had an epiphany.

  The blood pupil of the Pu Yao was as deep and mysterious as the sea, he stared blankly at Zuo Mo's face, that strange yet familiar power, lightly spat out three words.

  "Divine Summoning Technique!"

  On the left, in front of Mo's chest, a circular shape like a millstone appeared in the midst of black and white light, suddenly giving rise to an incredibly powerful suction force. This suction force was so strong that even Pu Yao couldn't escape, his black robes fluttering loudly. A red glow flashed in Pu Yao's bloodshot eyes, but his body didn't move at all.

  The strange power that had been shrouding the vengeful spirits before was like a cat smelling fish, eagerly leading countless vengeful spirits into this eerie black and white mill.

  Black and white light halo, like the upper and lower parts of a millstone, crushed countless evil spirits at an astonishing speed, silently.

  The evil spirit didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before it was completely pulverized.

  A faint white light scattered out from the grinding disc.

  Zuo Mo's heart stirred, and he activated the "Fetal Breathing Technique", as tiny white lights, like raindrops, gathered from all directions and entered his body. At the same time, the white lights that were not absorbed by Zuo Mo poured into the Five Elements Essence.

  Zuo Mo's entire body was enveloped in a white light, making it impossible to see his figure clearly.

  Pu Yao was clad in black from head to toe, his clothes fluttering with a soft whoosh. His blood-red pupils stared unwaveringly at Zuo Mo. He stood there silently, not saying a word.

  In the thick fog, the silly bird that was charging left and right suddenly turned its head, its fierce eyes gradually softening until it returned to its usual lazy and arrogant appearance. It leisurely turned around, strutting with an air of nonchalance, without a hint of the murderous aura it had just emitted.

  Riding the black crescent moon like a heavy axe, the small face full of killing intent suddenly hesitated, and with a sudden sense of foreboding, he drove the black moon to change direction, accelerating to the extreme, cutting through the thick fog, whistling sharply as it flew by.

  In the eerie fog, a small tower was shrouded in a faint white glow, with the surrounding eerie fog kept at bay.

  Just then, Zuo Mo opened his eyes inside the tower.