Under the terrifying pressure between life and death, Mo He finally squeezed out a trace of his potential and activated the Taoist seal in his hand.

The moment a golden light lit up, it collided with a red light. At the moment the two lights intersected, a large area of ​​fire appeared, covering all the surroundings within dozens of meters.

In an instant, the fire dissipated, revealing two figures standing there.

The Taoist seal in Mo He's original hand had now fallen to his feet. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen. It had been penetrated by a hand and directly penetrated into his body, but no blood flowed out, because the hand that pierced his body had a hot force on it, which had burned the wound.

Mo He could already imagine his fate. Maybe in the next second, what he would have to face was either to be torn in half or burned by the surging fire, and his body turned into ashes.

Mo He raised his head and stared at Zhao Hu in front of him. At this moment, he was lying on the ground, stretching out his hands forward at the same time, one of which pierced Mo He's abdomen, while the other hand was frozen there.

Although Zhao Hu was lying on the ground, he raised his head, allowing Mo He to see his ferocious expression. The crazy murderous intent in his eyes had turned into a few flames that were about to gush out, and it seemed that it would burst out at any time.

Suddenly, Mo He found that Zhao Hu's expression was froze on the connection, and the hand that could penetrate his abdomen was nothing.

Mo He saw that Zhao Hu was lying there, his chest was not fluctuating at all.

"He can't be, he's dead!" Mo He thought like this, but then he was a little disbelief. He looked down at the wound on his abdomen. Mo He took two steps back with difficulty.

The injuries on his body, coupled with the sense of emptiness in his body, made Mo He feel that he couldn't raise any strength now. Only when he stepped back, the severe pain made Mo He not fall into a coma directly.

After his steps softened, Mo He fell to the ground and felt his consciousness fading. In the hazy state, Mo He saw Zhao Hu lying there, and suddenly a tiny flame ignited a small flame, and then his whole body collapsed.

Mo He could no longer hold on. The spiritual power in his body was consumed too much, and he finally fell into a coma.

When Mo He woke up again, he was already in a strange place. Seeing himself lying on a bed, Mo He knew that he was rescued.

After moving his hands and feet gently, Mo He felt the pain from his abdomen.

Mo He was not injured this time. If it were an ordinary person, the other party would have died long ago. As a cultivator, Mo He's injury was not fatal.

Feeling that the spiritual power in his body had not been fully recovered now, Mo He closed his eyes again and began to restore the spiritual power consumed in his body.

This time his spiritual power was consumed too much, especially at the last moment, Mo He squeezed himself frantically, almost squeezing himself to a state where the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.

Mo He began to recover the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual energy around him began to pour into Mo He's room. The people who saved Mo He soon noticed it and knew that the person he had saved had woken up.

When Mo He recovered the spiritual power in his body and opened his eyes again, he heard the door open and a man walked in.

Mo He turned his head and saw the person walking in from the door. The other party was wearing a green Taoist robe, with a very old face and a very slow pace.

"Senior Yuan, you saved me?" Mo He had seen the person who walked in from outside the door. He had attended the Five Elements Temple and the Hundred Schools of Yuhe Mansion before. He was a master of the Yin God Realm.

"Fellow Daoist, you are in a coma when I arrived, so I brought you back. This is your thing. Since you have woken up, it's better to return the things to the original owner!" The Taoist Master Yuan smiled at Mo He, with a kind expression on his old face, then waved his palm and placed a few things on Mo He's bedside.

Mo Heguang swept over and saw his storage bag, the black jade bamboo stick, the Taoist official seal, the red spirit bead and his dagger magic weapon, all of which were here.

"Thank you Senior Yuan!" Seeing that he had a lot of things, Mo He could only express his gratitude to the other party again. He felt that Senior Yuan had a good character. If he met someone else and was greedy for these things, Mo He would be really not easy to come back.

Of course, it is also possible that my own things are too bad and they don’t like them at all.

"You can continue to rest first. I have already dealt with the injuries on your body for you. You can do the next thing yourself!" After Master Yuan returned Mo He's things, he continued to say a few words, and then turned around and went out.

When Mo He was left in the room, Mo He began to deal with the injuries on his body, and recalled the scene before he fell into a coma.

Before Mo He fell into a coma, he saw Zhao Hu's body collapse, his body had become empty, his internal organs and blood were gone, perhaps burned to ashes.

Looking down at the wound on his abdomen, Mo He suddenly felt that it was a very lucky thing to survive, and it was indeed the case.

The monster's inner elixir and flesh, coupled with a wonderful little magical power, forced Zhao Hu's cultivation to the realm of Yin God, and at the same time gave him only one chance to fight with all his might.

When Zhao Hu began to take full advantage of his efforts, the internal organs and even blood in his body began to gradually burn. In this process, the strength he exerted by Zhao Hu will become stronger and stronger, and his mind will become more and more impatient, but as the internal organs are burned out, they will suddenly lose their victory and decline.

This is why at the beginning, he could only use fireballs to bombard Mo He's small magical powers, and after a period of time, he was able to forcibly break Mo He's small magical powers.

Thanks to Mo He's magical powers of Shuimu Tsinghua, Zhao Hu spent a lot of time and wasted a lot of time before he finally fell down at the most critical moment.

Zhao Hu's willpower is indeed very strong. At the last moment when the oil was exhausted, he still issued a final killing blow to Mo He. If he gave him one or two breaths, then maybe he could really pull Mo He to die together.

Unfortunately, everything was a little bit worse after all, so Mo He survived, and Zhao Hu died.

After lying in bed the next day, although the injuries on his body had not fully recovered, Mo He could already get out of bed tentatively.

The effect of moisturizing and spiritual light is also very good when it comes to recovering injuries.

After his injuries improved a little, Mo He learned from Master Yuan that when he arrived that day, Zhao Hu's body had basically turned into ashes. Mo He did not feel regret or relieved about his fate, but could only reflect on himself.

This time in the battle with Zhao Hu, Mo He discovered many shortcomings. It was a lucky thing to survive this time, but Mo He did not dare to expect that he could be so lucky every time.

A mere Zhao Hu, I don’t know what methods to use to improve his cultivation to the Yin God realm, and he can almost take his life. Mo He doesn’t want to experience such a second time. At least when he encounters a similar encounter, he should have the ability to escape.

After a few days, Mo He's injuries were no longer seriously injured. He was about to go and say goodbye to Master Yuan and return to Qingmei Temple on Wangyue Mountain. This time he encountered such a thing and was delayed for several days outside. I still don't know if anything happened in Zi'an County in the past few days.

"Thank you for your kindness in saving you. You are already in good health. Today I will say goodbye to you and prepare to return to Zi'an County. If you have any questions in the future, I am willing to serve you as a dog or a horse!" Mo He said respectfully to Taoist Master Yuan.

No matter what I said this time, I owe a favor to you and I must repay you in the future.

"Fellow Daoist Mo is polite. I have already said that I just brought you back and let you rest for a few days. It's just a simple task, so don't take it to heart!" Master Yuan waved his hand to Mo He and said.

"Since Fellow Mo is so heartless that I am not convenient to keep him. Wuyou, please help me send Master Mo out!"

"Yes, master!" A Taoist boy who looked about eight or nine years old said not far behind Taoist Yuan.

When Mo He heard this, he glanced at the Taoist boy, then bowed to Taoist Master Yuan again, turned around and walked outside.

This little Taoist boy is a disciple of Taoist Yuan. Mo He has seen the other party several times in the past few days. His name is Wuyou, but the opposite of his name is the sad look on the other party's face that will never be melted.

He is only eight or nine years old, and he looks very cute. He probably will be a handsome young man when he gets older, but his expression on his face is full of sorrow. To be precise, it can actually be called sadness, which is indeed a bit strange.

Mo He walked outside and wanted to follow Wuyou, who came out, and smiled at him.

"I have been troubled by the care of Senior Yuan these days. If you have free time in the future, you can come to the Green Plum View of Wangyue Mountain, Zi'an County!"

Wuyou looked up at Mo He, and there seemed to be a look of sadness in his eyes. This emotion came into his mind. When Mo He touched his eyes, he seemed to be able to feel the sadness in it.

"Thank you, Master Mo. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely go and ask for trouble!"

Wuyou's voice is normal, but his tone is very flat when he speaks. Combined with the sadness that cannot be melted on his face, it really makes people feel that his voice seems to have become sad.

"Ahem, fellow Taoist Wuyou, actually, hey, forget it, see you again if you are destined to be together!" Mo He looked at Wuyou, and originally wanted to persuade the other party to smile more often, but when he wanted to speak, he suddenly stopped.

He didn't know what the other party had experienced, so he, at the young age, said this rashly with such sadness on his face. Although it was kindness, it was not certain for the other party, so he would just forget it.

After swallowing what he wanted to say, Mo He turned around and left.

After Mo He left, Wuyou, who was standing at the door, did not turn around and go back immediately, but reached out to pinch a magic trick, and condensed an ice mirror in front of him.
Chapter completed!