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The fire is still burning, and the fine timber brought from all over the country is indeed a fine product, and there was a similar fire in the past few years in some places further north, and in the memory of the literati of the southern country, the fire burned for more than half a month, and in the hearts of some people, the residual temperature of the fire has never diminished.

"Crackling. ”

This is a little spark, and when the wood burns, there are always a lot of sparks, which reflects the exuberance of this fire from one side.

"Boom. ”

Wood breaks when it burns, and when it breaks, it collapses, which is also a common phenomenon in fires.

"Smack!"

The burnt wood caused the collapse, and in the collapse something fell and something was turned upside down.

"Poof!"

Sparks, mixed with stones, erupted, flew and splashed down from the most intense places in the fire.

"There are no anomalies. ”

This kind of thing has happened many times, and Mo Xie has seen it many times, from the beginning when he cautiously went down to investigate, and even swung out a large area of sword qi bombardment, to now he calmly extended his spiritual power to probe a little, and he seemed to be a little tired.

Tonight's battle was too hard, although Mo Ye fought smoothly because of enough observation and planning in advance, and he controlled the rhythm of the battle, he still fought very hard.

He ran out of energy several times, was injured several times, and almost lost several times, although with paid cheating support like the Holy Scriptures allowed him to avoid all of them to the greatest extent, however......

Internal qi can be replenished, injuries can be repaired, and defeats can be rewritten, but mental wear and tear can only be recovered by natural recuperation - in layman's terms, sleep.

Mo Xie was very tired and sleepy now, the billowing smoke and high temperature were restricted by the golden film, the air above the ruins was suffocating, even if he used his mental power to isolate an area to accommodate him, he didn't get much better.

In such an environment, he hoped that Pudu Cihang would be able to lose his breath and jump out quickly.

He didn't have to wait long.

"Hahahahaha!"

It's like a ghost crying wolf, but it uses a modal word that should be used in a wild laugh - oh, Pudu Cihang has been a ghost for a long time, this is indeed a real ghost crying wolf howl.

The black smoke rising from the ruins condensed into a hideous face, which was none other than Pudu Cihang.

It's smiling, but it's laughing worse than crying.

"Junior, the old man is here!"

It floated and rose in the fire, like an apparition.

"Look at the seal!"

The scar on his wrist had long since stopped bleeding, and Mo Xie uncovered the blood scab and squeezed out enough blood to draw the Soul Destroying Mark again.

He rushed down with the mark.

The fire was too big, the temperature was too high, and even with the dual support of telekinesis and himself, the spirituality flowing in the blood seal—or rather, the activity of the blood—was rapidly decreasing.

Blood cells are constantly being killed by the heat, constantly suffocating to death.

However, the speed at which blood cells die is not as fast as the speed at which Mo Xie pounces.

"Smack!"

The face condensed by the black smoke was reduced to nothingness under the blood, but the laughter still echoed in the fire.

No, not reverberation, but simply resounding in all directions!

"Not good!"

For the cultivation of the truth, it is only the first time to step into it, and it is also the first glimpse of the wonder of the magic, at this moment he only knows that he has been tricked but does not know what kind of trap he has fallen into.

Reflexively, stomping, and flying in the air.

The white sword qi protected his body, but nothing happened, except for a few movements caused by the collapse of a few wooden piles caused by the air flow brought by Mo Xie when he rushed down earlier.

The laughter around him gradually faded, and Mo Xie gradually rose back to the height where he had been stationed, and he felt inexplicable at what had just happened.

"Bluffing, exhausting the enemy, playing with me?"

Mo Xie found an explanation that he thought was reasonable, but he vaguely felt that something was still wrong in his heart.

He didn't see anything unusual during the night, and when the sun finally rose over the horizon, the golden membrane melted like snow, informing Mo Ye that he was free and leaving him with questions:

"Is Pudu Cihang really gone?"

Mo Xie didn't know the answer to this question, and he didn't pursue it anymore, in fact, the matter between him and Pudu Cihang had already come to an end when he threw the jar of wine into the deep ditch, and the entanglement to this day was only because he needed to save a friend he felt indebted.

"Ning Caichen, hold on!"

Mo Xie twisted his body in the air and shot towards the outside of the city.

The sun rises in the east, and he runs to the west.

The place where Mo Xie and Ning Caichen met last night was in the west.

As for Mo Ye, who has always been a road idiot, how can he remember the road?

Outside the ruined hall, a deep sword mark should answer the question.

……

Outside the castle, Matsuoka, the shadows cast by the walls in the sun covered the forest.

Pine and cypress, originally planted in the grave, contains shade.

"It's so cold......"

A pale figure huddled in the pine forest and shivered, not because of the damp wind in the morning, but because of the yin energy that was about to be dispelled in this world.

He is the body of a soul, untouched by the light of the sun, and if he is exposed to it, it will be enough to disappear in a moment.

Unless he knows how to cultivate ghosts, or if he has had great grievances and resentment in his life, he won't want to see the moon tonight.

"Brother Ning!"

Just as the lonely soul and wild ghost trembled more and more, a figure descended from the sky.

"Brother Yang, ...... you?"

Ning Caichen stood up, he trembled like a wrapper who only wore a single coat in the cold winter.

He obviously had something to say, but he was stopped by Mo Ye.

"Let's go in first!"

Mo Ye said this, and with a wave of his hand, a body appeared on the ground.

The cloak was scattered, and the white clothes were like snow, which was exactly what Pudu Cihang looked like after he invaded Ning Caichen's body. It's just that the head of this body is crooked at the moment, very abnormally crooked.

"How do you get in?"

Ning Caichen is a little stupid, but fortunately, he is just a little stupid and not really stupid, after all, he has also been with Yan Chixia for a long time, and he is not at a loss for the current situation.

The body is still hot, and the presence stored in the Spatial Storage item will remain the moment it is stored.

Since it's hot, it's time to take it hot ♂.

He lay on his body, trying to make his soul fit the contours of his body.

However, he could not make the head of the soul coincide with the head of the body.

"Wait a minute. ”

Mo Xie could have broken Ning Caichen's neck so decisively earlier, so he had already thought of the relative countermeasures.

Ning Caichen's neck was completely broken, and when Mo Xie first attacked, he was a real dead hand, and his internal bones, blood vessels, and meridians were all broken, but who was Mo Ye?

I don't dare to say anything else, but this kind of injury is just a piece of cake here for Mo Ye.

He's a man who can turn the bones of his whole body into powder and still stand!

At the moment, he used telekinesis to build a bridge, fabricate bones and blood structures, and then restore his heart beating and administer artificial respiration.

The human brain will die after two minutes of lack of oxygen, but from last night when Mo Xie Ning Caichen's neck was twisted off until now, minus the time that was stored in the space bracelet, it was actually just over a minute after adding and subtracting, and Ning Caichen's brain tissue was not dead.

At least, not dead yet.