Right now, the Ice Heart is in a hurry, and it can't wait to integrate itself into Mo Ze's heart and stop all the red flames that are burning violently for it. However, Mo Ze's big hand grasped Bing Xin extremely tightly, making it difficult for Bing Xin to move.

At this critical time, Bing Xin really couldn't bear it

A little spark burst out through Mo Ze's clothes and landed on Mo Ze's body, burning patches of charred black on the luxurious fabric.

The firelight touched the ends of his hair, and gradually disappeared between the green silks that Mo Ze had deliberately frosted.

In a few moments, more sparks swooped forward, igniting the frost cover, or disappearing into the cold like the previous sparks, or melting the frost and burning the ends of the broken hairs.

With his back to Shen Moli, although Mo Ze was trying his best to cover up the scene of the red flames splashing, there was gradually a heavier and heavier scorching aura in the air.

The faint light of fire reflected Mo Ze's face, and a few drops of blood flowed from the corners of Mo Ze's mouth.

His back is intact, but when you look at it from the front, it is already covered with dense Mars, which is staggering.

The pungent smell of fire rushed into the tip of Shen Moli's nose, she silently glanced around, and after making sure that the surroundings were no different, she looked at Mo Zedao, who never turned around, and said, "Hall Master, you ......"

But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Mo Ze: "It's okay, the rock grass must be ahead, let's go." ”

A person who has been tossing and turning in the world for a long time may be tired for Mo Ze.

This place is not the best place to stitch up the red flame's burning wound, but the red flame burns to the place that Mo Ze has in mind, and he may be able to exert the most vigorous degree that Mo Ze speculated.

Mo Ze's abnormality was reflected in Shen Moli's eyes.

Although he always felt that Mo Ze at this time was a little weird and incomprehensible, before sorting out the original situation, Shen Moli still followed Mo Ze's footsteps after a slight pause.

Frankly, Shen Moli still doesn't know the purpose of Mo Ze asking her to find the rock grass.

If Mo Ze knew the whereabouts of the rock grass, it would be much faster to find it by himself than to bring a Shen Moli.

But Mo insisted that Shen Moli find the rock grass for himself, which made Shen Moli unable to find the answer for a while.

The smell of burning fire in front of them became more and more intense, and where the two of them walked at the moment, the aisle happened to be narrow enough to allow only one person to pass.

Mo Ze walked ahead, and without any deliberate covering, he had already blocked both sides tightly with his body, so that Shen Moli could not rush from his side to the front at all.

However, although the strong aura was deliberately blocked by Mo Ze, Shen Moli still clearly felt the burning smell emanating from Mo Ze's body.

Taking advantage of Mo Ze's slight inattention in the pain of the red flame, Shen Moli flew and jumped, and finally jumped over Mo Ze's head like a flying swallow and turned over to Shen Moli.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the dense sparks around Mo Ze's body fell into Shen Moli's eyes.

In the flash of firelight, Mo Ze's pale face quickly turned around in a moment of panic, trying to cover the red flames on his body.

With Mo Ze's usual wisdom, it was true that he would not easily let Shen Moli realize that he was suffering from the Red Flame Burn.

However, at this moment, he was drowsy by the torture of the red flame, and his IQ also dropped significantly in the test of the flame, so when Shen Moli flew away, although he was aware of it, his almost sleepy mind did not have time to react at all.

Now, in front of Shen Moli, there are real bruises all over his body, which makes Mo Ze slightly panicked: "Scared the girl?"

During the hasty questioning, the thin layer of ice gradually spread under Mo Ze's clothes, covering every inch of Mo Ze's skin, as if he wanted to forcibly seal the red flame in Mo Ze's body.

Before Shen Moli could speak, Bing Xin jumped out of Mo Ze's sleeve like thunder, and resolutely attached himself to Mo Ze's hottest atrium and said, "You fool!"

Mo is not Shen Moli's sudden fall from the sky, causing Mo Ze to turn around in a panic, and his palm slightly let go of the writing force, Bing Xin is afraid that he will not be able to get out of it until the moment Mo Ze dies.

At this moment, it got rid of the shackles of Mo Ze's deliberate actions, and the only thing it wanted to do was to block the red flame in Mo Ze's heart to slow down the speed of Mo Ze's life.

Although Bing Xin has the coldest air flow in the world, it cannot match the red flame forged by the evil emperor's soul after all.

In the past, it used extremely cold air currents to keep Mo Ze in the snow, and it could temporarily suppress the burning of the red flames. In addition, Mo Ze used a needle to stitch up the wound again and again, which also allowed Chiyan to slow down the erosion of Mo Ze's atrium soul.

However, Mo Zeshi's practice of distributing the cold air flow to the little beast undoubtedly made it difficult for his body, which had been tortured by the red flame to the point of losing his cultivation, and it was difficult to suppress the fierce red flame.

In just a few moments, the red flames had already covered Mo Ze's body in a splatter.

"You know, it's useless to do that, it's just going to drain your own life. Mo Ze sighed lightly, and said with his back to Shen Moli and Bingxin, who was stuck to his heart.

How do you know that Bingxin is extremely firm: "No matter whether it is useful or useless, I will not give up!"

After it cultivated into a demon and self-generated consciousness, Mo Ze was its deepest concern.

Even if it knew that it couldn't resist the red flame at this time, it didn't spare its life for the sake of Mo Ze.

However, at this moment, there was a faint sound of sword sharpening from behind Shen Moli.

The road ahead is getting darker and darker, and people can't see the end at all.

But the sound of sharpening the sword was so close that it made people's hairs stand on end at first glance, and their hearts were frightened.

"Miss Shen, come behind me. Regardless of the weakness of his body, Mo Ze hurriedly pulled Shen Moli sideways behind him.

In the darkness, a female voice cut through the friction between the sword and the stone, and said coldly: "Mo Ze, I can't imagine that apart from Mo Tong, you can treat other women so well!"

The familiarity of the voice surprised the steward who had entered this place some distance away from Shen Moli and Mo Ze, and soon heard that the voice belonged to Xingtong.

The woman he had been loyal to for nearly 10,000 years thought that he had always been the girl he loved the most. But now that he woke up, he realized that he had been following the murderer of the woman he loved.

Thinking like this, the hatred in the steward's heart deepened a little.

He took out an explosive from his arms, rushed forward suddenly, and flew directly above the heads of Mo Ze and Shen Moli, and ran to the front of the road, before throwing the explosive in his hand towards the front end of the road.

In an instant, in the place where the explosives were detonated, there was a bang, and countless fires surged up in an instant, illuminating the originally dim front.

In the firelight, a woman's eyes flashed slightly, and she lowered her eyebrows and stared at a sword in her hand. There was a bit of strong aura flashing in the sword, and in an instant, the fire surging around the woman was swallowed into the sword.