Just as Li Mo was thinking, there was another sound of breaking the air in the fog ahead, and a thumb-sized afterimage flew out of the fog, rushing towards Li Mo like a bolt of lightning.

The black shadow was extremely fast, and in a flash of light, it rushed to Li Mo, and at this moment, Li Mo saw the appearance of the poisonous insect in his eyes.

It was the size of a finger, and its pitch-black body had three white patterns, wings on its back, and a long mouthpart on its head, on which the cold light flashed, resembling a mosquito.

After seeing the whole picture of this insect, Li Mo recalled an ancient book about poisonous insects that he had seen in the Scripture Pavilion.

According to the ancient books, the full name of this mosquito is "three-ringed black mosquito", the speed is very fast, the mouthparts are highly poisonous, and they live by sucking the blood of spirit animals or monks.

But it has a weakness, which is the fear of fire.

After seeing the origin of the poisonous insect in front of him, Li Mo's expression flashed, and he had a countermeasure in his heart.

And the poisonous mosquito that was rushing in front of him, seeing that Li Mo didn't dodge, a pair of eyes swept back and forth on his neck, and finally landed on his main artery, a flash of longing flashed in the eyes of the poisonous mosquito, and the desire for blood made it a little faster, and the cold flickering mouthparts stabbed at Li Mo's neck.

This poisonous mosquito lives in the inner area of the Misty Ghost Forest all year round, and on weekdays, except for the beast, it hardly sees any living creatures, and can only live by sucking other poisonous insects, it has even forgotten the taste of blood, and now, a lot of blood is in its eyes, how can it give up.

On the other hand, Li Mo, looking at the poisonous insects that were getting closer and closer in front of him, he moved, his body moved a few zhang to the left, avoiding the impact of the poisonous insects, and then attracted the spiritual power in his body, so that he gathered in his right hand, and chanted words in his mouth.

A flame emerged from his hand, the burning flame emitting a terrifying heat.

Flames are divided into three levels, the first is called "mortal fire", and the flame used by ordinary people to cook food and light on weekdays is called mortal fire.

The second type of flame is called "spiritual fire", the so-called spiritual fire, which is the flame produced by monks with spiritual power in their bodies, relying on spiritual power, whose temperature exceeds that of ordinary fires by a hundred times.

The third flame is called "Samadhi True Fire", this flame is the king of flames, the temperature is a thousand times higher than ordinary fire, enough to burn the monks of the Jindan realm, and the water cannot be extinguished.

The flame in Li Mo's palm is the spiritual fire, although in his storage bag, there are also two pieces of rune paper given by Lin Daotian, each of which is sealed with a cloud of samadhi true fire, but it is obviously a bit overkill to deal with this poisonous insect.

The poisonous insect that missed the blow, after turning around in the air, locked on to Li Mo's position again, flapped its wings, and its small body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Li Mo again.

"It's now!"

Seeing this, Li Mo snorted lightly, and flicked his right hand in the direction where the poisonous mosquito was flying, and the suspended flame in his palm instantly turned into a giant dragon and poured away towards the flying poisonous insects.

The terrifying high temperature released by the spiritual fire caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply, and the gray earth under his feet was roasted by this high temperature, and the heat wave was rolling and scattering.

The poisonous mosquitoes flying towards Li Mo, after feeling the rolling heat wave, showed a look of struggle in their eyes, because the flames in front of it gave it a sense of danger, and nature told it that it was best to avoid the flames.

However, it was too late, and the flames did not give it a chance to think at all, and like a fiery dragon, it swept towards him with a roar.

The three-ringed black mosquito only felt a wave of unbearable heat hit it, and then lost consciousness.

After the flames roared, a black ground appeared on the ground, and after the high temperature baking, the ground cracked inch by inch, and it can be seen that the temperature of the spiritual fire is high enough to burn everything.

After the spiritual fire completely dissipated, Li Mo raised his hand to summon a fresh breeze, blew away the high temperature in front of him, raised his legs and walked towards the burned land, and after a while, he came to the center of the scorched land.

This is the center of the flames, the temperature is the highest, and the terrifying temperature makes the ground burn and collapse a little.

Li Mo, who walked to the center, leaned down and squatted down, picking up the poisonous mosquitoes that had been burned by the spiritual fire from the charred ground.

At this moment, the poisonous mosquito was extremely miserable, and the pair of transparent wings behind it were burned to ashes, and they were even more stunned by the terrifying spiritual fire.

Although the three-ringed black mosquito is afraid of flames, the spiritual fire can only burn its wings for a while, and it cannot really burn it to death.

If the flames continue for a while, I'm afraid this poisonous mosquito will really be burned to ashes.

Fortunately, Li Mo was a little interested in it, and withdrew the flame in time, without any intention of killing it.

After holding the finger-sized poisonous mosquito in his hand and looking at it, Li Mo secretly said "It's a little interesting", and then took out a crystal bottle as transparent as glass from the storage bag, put it in it, and prepared to study it carefully after going back.

Li Mo saw in ancient books that this mosquito can reproduce of the same sex regardless of male and female, and if it can be cultivated, it may be able to get a group of poisonous mosquitoes in the future.

Thinking of this, Li Mo was a little excited, although the poisonous mosquito can only threaten creatures below the innate realm, if its number reaches a certain level, it will be another situation.

Ten and eight poisonous mosquitoes may not be able to threaten the Innate Realm cultivators, but what about a hundred thousand, or ten thousand? As long as the number is large enough, even if it is consumed, it can consume an Innate Realm cultivator alive.

Li Mo has now begun to fantasize about what kind of expression the other party will show when he fights with an Innate Realm cultivator and releases thousands of poisonous mosquitoes in his backhand?

Thinking of this, Li Mo couldn't help but smile lightly, and at the same time, he had a trace of longing for the mustard seed space storage magic weapon.

The storage bag he was using now was the one he had snatched from the Blood Demon, although it was dozens of times larger than the one he used before.

However, the reason why a storage bag is called a storage bag is that it can only be used to store some inanimate items, and living things cannot be included in it at all.

On the other hand, the mustard seed space is different, strictly speaking, the mustard seed space is a real world, which not only has a faint spiritual power, but also air that can be breathed by living creatures, so the mustard seed space can be used not only to hold dead things, but also to hold living things.

But the storage magic weapon such as mustard seed space is really pitiful, even in the auction house, it is difficult to appear one, and occasionally one will be auctioned at a sky-high price.

As far as Li Mo knew, Chen Qinglian and Xiao Lu had a magic weapon with mustard seed space in their hands.