"No, I must find a way to help him!"

Hu Mobei bit his lip lightly and made up his mind without hesitation.

At this moment, Mu Ping ignored Hu Mo's complicated thoughts, he felt that his whole body was like a sieve, and blood was gushing out as if he didn't need money.

But he is not discouraged, what can he do without paying a price?

If a pie falls from the sky out of thin air, it is either a trap or a trap!

"Fight!"

His eyes were red, and he waved his hand to take out a green plant more than a foot high from the ring, which had only three leaves, but on the top, there was a palm-sized green flower with layers of petals, like a green chrysanthemum.

It is the medicine for refining the body - celestial chrysanthemum.

Mu Ping couldn't care so much, he stuffed the celestial chrysanthemum into his mouth, "Crunch, crunch!" and began to chew, the green juice flowed down the corner of his mouth, which he caught with his right hand, and then stuffed it back into his mouth, his tongue was not idle, and he kept licking the liquid that flowed out.

The celestial chrysanthemum looks emerald green, like an ordinary vegetable, but the taste is really not flattering, it is extremely spicy, more than a hundred times spicier than the yellow pepper of Hainan Island in China.

After only licking it, Mu Ping felt that his tongue began to go numb, and his throat and eyes were more like they were on fire.

He hurriedly took out another can of water, "Goo Dong Goo Dong!" and drank it in one gulp, which only then flushed the whole celestial chrysanthemum into his stomach.

"Whew-"

Celestial chrysanthemum entered his stomach, and his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he began to cramp violently.

I don't know if it was the celestial chrysanthemum that played its role, or some other reason, there was no more blood oozing out from Mu Ping's body surface, and the blood that had been oozing out slowly began to coagulate.

Suddenly, a cool sensation hit the surface of his body, and wherever he passed, Mu Ping felt that the wound on his skin quickly began to heal.

"What's going on?"

Turning his head, he saw that Hu Mo was holding a white ball the size of a tennis ball in his hand, which emitted light, rolling on his body.

"Demon beads?"

Mu Ping recognized at a glance that what Hu Mo was holding in her hand was her most precious thing, the demon bead.

But all demon beasts have beast pills, and some demon clans have demon beads.

That's the demon race's life/root/son/ah, which is equivalent to the human soul.

If the demon bead is gone, the demon will inevitably die.

Now that Hu Mo has taken out his demon beads, this is equivalent to using his life to heal himself!

This kindness is too heavy, too heavy, and Mu Ping feels that he can't afford it at all.

Besides, to put it mildly, Hu Mo himself has reached the point of dying, and taking out the natal demon bead at this moment is tantamount to speeding up the search for death!

"You-"

How could Mu Ping let such a thing happen, he didn't care about the burning pain of his own fire, he snatched the demon bead from Hu Mo's hand with his hand, and pressed it on her mouth.

It's a long story, but it happens in an instant.

When Mu Ping found that Hu Mo gave up his life to use the demon bead to heal himself and wash his body, he snatched the demon bead and sent it back to her, it was already too late, Hu Mo's demon bead had changed from white to gray, and there were cracks on it.

And she fainted.

"Why are you so stupid?!"

Mu Ping hugged Hu Mo, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Hu Yuling, why are you so good to me!"

He let out a loud roar, and his momentum soared, and the celestial chrysanthemum that had been swallowed into his body sped up, and the wounds on his body began to merge at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Hu Mo couldn't hear it, she had fallen into a deep coma.

Mu Ping stretched out his hand and stuffed a pill into Hu Mo's mouth, although Hu Mo still had a breath, but the natal demon beads were all used by her, even if she could survive, I am afraid that her cultivation would regress a lot.

It's been a long time, or less than ten minutes.

But in Mu Ping's heart, as if a century had passed, Hu Mo still hadn't woken up, but his own body wounds had completely recovered, faintly emitting a silver light.

The second layer of the mortal body - the silver body, become!

Under the dual effect of the celestial chrysanthemum, especially Hu Mo's natal demon bead, Mu Ping finally completed the transformation from the beginning of body refining to the level of body refining.

He felt like he was covered in armor, and his skin was so hard that even an ordinary sword couldn't cut through it.

"It's all done this time!"

He put the unconscious Hu Mo on his back again and tied it with his clothes.

The Nine Wood Divine Trick kicked off, and he climbed towards the top of the mountain like an ape.

If he was given even another hour of time, he would have every confidence that he would be able to improve his cultivation to the level of mortal perfection.

But how can there be time now, Hu Mo is about to die when he sees it, at this time, let him cultivate with peace of mind and selfishly improve his cultivation, is he still a human being?

Time is of the essence!

Although he didn't know if the pool on the top of the mountain could save Hu Mo's life, who could be willing if he didn't work hard?

Moreover, he felt a summoning in the dark, especially after he succeeded in refining his body, this summoning became even stronger, and it was coming from the direction of that pool.

There must be something good, he's always trusted his instincts.

There were strangeness everywhere in this mysterious space, and he was not surprised at all that this kind of thing happened.

"Woooo

Sure enough, when he reached the second layer of the mortal body, he climbed more than three times faster, and the gravity that had made him pant and sweat seemed to recede all at once.

He knew that it wasn't that gravity that had receded, but that his cultivation had improved.

It took him about half an hour to finally step on this small mountain at an altitude of about 400 meters.

But a new problem was in front of him.

When he went up to the top of the mountain, he found that the cool breeze on it was like two worlds with the mountain, and the wind blew on his body, like a spring breeze, and it was just his mother's warm little hand caressing, which was very pleasant.

Mu Ping waved his hand and removed the shield and looked up.

It was indeed a pool of pale blue water, to be exact, a mass of water suspended in mid-air with two hundred cubic meters.

But what hurt him was that the water mass was still at least 200 meters away from the top of the mountain.

In this uncovered mid-air, where there is no place to borrow power, how can you get into the water mass?

He looked around, this mountain top was no different from the ordinary mountain top, there were black stones everywhere, although there was a puff of spiritual herbs and elixirs growing between the rock crevices, the highest level, had reached the seventh level, there were more than thirty plants in total, in normal times, he would definitely dig it up as soon as possible.

But now he was in no mood to do so.

Hu Mo was unconscious, he would fall at any time, and he found that there was also a dead air on his head, although it was very light, but it was not enough to say that it was big, and at that time, what was the use of digging up these things outside his body?

Unless there is a longevity fruit.

But he looked around, how could there be the shadow of the longevity fruit?

Mu Ping also began to be at a loss.