However, this time, no matter what Dongfang Mo did, he still had nothing to do in the face of that silk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this point, this thing made him unable to attack for a long time, and unconsciously, the violent murderous aura in his heart gradually spread.

"Bubbling ......"

At the same time, the blood in his body began to flow faster, faintly boiling.

Perhaps it was because of the changes in his body that the speed of the silk that was jumping up and down suddenly stopped, as if it was hindered by the increase in the temperature of its blood.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

"I see, give me refinement!"

He should have guessed the reason, so he let out a low roar, and at the same time, the flow rate of blood directly increased by three times, faintly making a "whoosh" sound in his body.

I saw that the silk that was like a living thing stiffened again, and there was a blazing heat, as if it was burning.

In a few breaths, it hid in all directions, trying to burrow into Dongfang Mo's internal organs and bones.

"Humph!"

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, and under the encouragement of mana, the blood all over his body seemed to be ignited, and from a distance, a faint red light appeared from his body.

However, the silk was extremely sharp, and even if its movement was blocked, it still kept shuttling through his body, destroying his muscles and meridians.

In a moment, the blood at the corner of Dongfang Mo's mouth was already flowing uncontrollably.

But he didn't care about it, just because he finally found a way to refine this thing, how could he be distracted.

After about an hour, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the silk was getting slower and thinner.

Thinking of this, he still didn't understand that this thing had been refined by him a little, so his heart shook wildly, and he didn't stop for a moment.

In this way, after more than ten days of hard work, Dongfang Mo was sweating like rain, and a thin layer of blood scabs coagulated on the surface of his body. After another half a pillar of incense, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Now his breath is at least several times weaker than before, but a hint of joy flashes in his tired eyes.

Because the blood-colored silk had been completely refined by him, although his body could only be described as a mess now, dilapidated.

But how strong his physical body was, these non-fatal injuries could be fully recovered if he was given some time.

At this point, without thinking about it, he grabbed a small beast shaped like an elk from the spirit beast bag on his waist, cut the calf of the antler root and took out more than ten drops of green essence blood, and swallowed it directly into his abdomen.

Feeling a strong wood spirit power coming, Dongfang Mo hurriedly ran the magic decision, and transitioned this medicinal power towards the damaged limbs and veins.

It was only less than three days before he opened his eyes again.

Now his breath is steady, his expression is calm, and his injuries have recovered.

"Boom!"

He looked at the wriggling mass of fluid beside him.

Dongfang Mo found that the magic sand had devoured about a quarter of the black worm that had fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing this scene, he nodded with satisfaction, and in a little time, he would be able to swallow all the worms.

Looking at the layer of blood scabs on his body again, and a peculiar smell came, Dongfang Mo's brows furrowed slightly, so he took out a cyan gourd, and a clear spring gushed out under a pour, drenching his whole body.

It took a while for him to put away the gourd, and only then did he have the opportunity to carefully check the ** changes after his anode forging technique broke through the middle stage of Xiaocheng. Now he is more clear and clear than before he broke through, and a power of anode is faintly emanating, if someone is beside him, he will definitely be able to feel a warm breath coming.

After looking at it for a while, Dongfang Mo smiled confidently, and casually took out a wide robe from the storage bag, and after putting it on his body, he began to groan.

Now that the blood-colored silk has been solved by him, the old dwarf can no longer track him down. With his current strength and means, he was seventy percent sure that he would be able to escape.

So he took out a palm-sized compass, and at the same time the mana was poured into it.

Immediately, a rich white light shone, and it was accompanied by a faint spatial fluctuation.

But after more than ten breaths, just as Dongfang Mo's figure was about to be overwhelmed by the white light, the rich white light suddenly trembled, and then scattered in all directions, and the teleportation was directly interrupted.

Looking at Dongfang Mo again, his expression was extremely calm, and he didn't seem to be surprised by this scene.

This layer of enchantment condensing pill realm cultivators can't be broken, and his compass is naturally impossible to teleport successfully. And he was just a dead horse as a live horse doctor before, just trying it.

In an instant he put the compass away and sat down cross-legged again.

Fortunately, during this time, there has always been a shadow guarding him, so he can cultivate with peace of mind.

Originally, he thought that when the day came, he was afraid that the shadow would loom. To his surprise, even in the daytime, shadows can still come and go freely.

For this reason, Dongfang Mo guessed that it must be his shadow and Han Ling's strange beast, which are two extremes, and the two are mutually repulsive. If they meet, one will dominate the day and the other will dominate the night.

And if they are separated, these two alien beasts can do as they please, without any restrictions.

This can also explain that when he was in the dark grave place, wasn't the shadow exploring the way all the time, not at night.

After putting aside the worries in his heart for the time being, Dongfang Mo waved his hand and took out a jade box, as well as a wooden box.

After opening the two, a budding flower bone and a dark red oval fruit lay quietly in the box.

These two things are the ghost spirit flower and the Peiyuan fruit. The twists and turns of this trip are for these two things.

Dongfang Mo's soul was damaged, and after such a long time, I am afraid that it has already caused some troubles to him. Therefore, under the God-given opportunity, he just took these two things at this time, so as not to change later.

As for the way to consume this ghost spirit flower and Pei Yuan fruit, he also inquired about it from Gusu Wan'er. The method is very simple, that is, it is taken directly, and there is no need for any refining.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo took the lead in picking up the ghost spirit flower.

Looking at the flower bones that are like lotus petals and glowing with wisps of black light, under a burst of fragrance that is difficult to hide, Dongfang Mo's soul is refreshed.

He looked at another dark red fruit again, and put the Peiyuan fruit in his hand, and he could even feel a warm breath coming from his palm.

Just after hesitating for a moment, Dongfang Mo took the lead in grabbing the ghost spirit flower and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Chewing on the petals of a flower like ice chips, his soul seemed to tremble because of the cold effect of the object.

So he hurriedly swallowed the ghost spirit flower, and then stuffed Pei Yuanguo into his mouth without thinking.

Unlike the Ghost Spirit Flower, Pei Yuan Guo melted in his mouth, directly turning into a stream of hot liquid and flowing into his abdomen. Instantly merged with the coldness of the ghost spirit flower.

At this point, Dongfang Mo's originally frozen and somewhat numb spirit seemed to be bathed in the warm sun, which made him unusually comfortable.

"Hmmm......"

At this moment, he couldn't help but raise his head and let out an extremely comfortable moan. There will be no pain in taking the Ghost Spirit Flower and Pei Yuan Fruit, but it may take a little longer.

Next, Dongfang Mo sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and pinched out a strange handprint with both hands.

If you can see it, you will find that in his abdomen, there is a trace of black mixed with red aura entangled, crossing into his sea of consciousness, blending into his somewhat illusory soul, and constantly condensing and consolidating his soul.

The process is slow, but methodical, and at the current rate, this nourishment will be over in about a month.

……

At this time, outside the enchantment, the dwarf old man's triangular eyes widened angrily, and his expression suddenly changed.