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In a hidden cave at the bottom of the Shenfeng Valley, when Mochen woke up again, he found himself lying in a stone pit half a zhang wide and filled with pond water.

"Is there anyone?" Holding on to a trace of sobriety, Mo Chen gritted his teeth and popped out a few vague words, his eyebrows opened half with difficulty, and swept the yellow and dry stone wall above the cave, and in the stone pool he soaked, there were bursts of miserable white mist, and under the roll of his eyes, Mo Chen saw that his hot and fiery skin was exuding a strange high temperature that normal people would never have, and the water in the stone pool that was bubbling with high temperature was obviously heated by the strange high temperature in his body.

Just after a few glances, Mo Chen felt the gravity of his eyebrows again, and the dizziness and exhaustion kept sweeping back and forth in his mind, and Mo Chen's heart suddenly felt that if he fainted to death again, with his current situation, the possibility of waking up again was almost zero.

"Brother Mochen, are you awake?"

At this moment, the ethereal and vague voice reached Mo Chen's ears, accompanied by a hazy white shadow that shook in front of his eyes, the white shadow became more and more stunned, and he couldn't see clearly, Mo Chen didn't have time to think about whether this was Mu Xiong, and suddenly raised all the strength in his body to his mouth, and faintly shouted "Fig, Fig"

Compared to Mo Chen's exhaustion and powerlessness, Mu Xiong can be anxious now, since he escaped from the crystal forest with Mo Chen a few days ago, he found that Mo Chen, who had only picked dozens of fig fruits, had fallen into a dead silence coma, although he had always known that the leafless and flowerless tree would be a little extraordinary, but he still couldn't understand how a person who could kill the Eight Demons of Chengwu could be so miserable by the strange tree for some reason.

Fortunately, he had a flying demonic beast, and although many people wanted to take the fig from him afterwards, they were still far behind by him, but as Mo Chen's situation deteriorated rapidly, he had to find a place to hide first.

"What are you, can you open your mouth?" Mu Xiong stared at the ink dust that seemed to be about to completely evaporate the ice water, and when the other party squinted and spit out a faint word, he who was always paying attention to the situation quickly put his ear against it, but he couldn't hear it clearly, so he could only ask loudly in a hurry.

"Fig Fruit, give it to me!" Mo Chen, who didn't know where the power came from, stretched out a terrifying fire hand full of red from the hot pool, supporting the opening of the thin canopy that had been exhausted, and the eyes were once again filled with gloom, and the next moment he was going to fall into a state of coma again.

"Fig Nianguo?" Mu Xiong heard it completely this time, but he was also angry by Mo Chen's words, for him who was not an alchemist, after discovering the strange situation that Mo Chen's body suddenly showed, the only way he thought of was to put him into ice water, and casually stuffed some life-saving pills on his body into his mouth, and it took such a big price to make this guy wake up once, but he didn't want to save his life Mo Chen's first words were to ask for Fig Nianguo.

In addition to refining and strengthening the function of the Wing Pill, Mu Xiong naturally didn't know, so when he heard Mo Chen's shout, he directly regarded him as a slave, but although his face was angry, he still quickly took out a fig fruit in his hand and put it in Mo Chen's hand without falling, and said in his mouth, "Brother Mo Chen, the fruit is all picked by you with your life, as long as you can keep you from dying, it doesn't matter how much you want, if you need anything, you must follow me."

At this time, Mochen's soul almost collapsed, and the feeling of exhaustion and weakness even made him unable to support half a moment of sobriety, and he could not hear any movement from the outside world, but when Mu Xiong stuffed a fig fruit into his hand, the almost instinctive tremor actually came from the palm of his hand that was falling weakly, and changed abruptly in the direction of the arm that was falling, and quite accurately stuffed the fig fruit that exuded a permeable fragrance to his mouth, and his teeth suddenly pierced into the flesh, and a soothing fragrant majestic energy was uncontrollable and turned into a Dao Dao surging flow into his throat, without any practice refining, this pure fragrance and majestic energy is flowing into his limbs, rushing and winding in the meridians.

The refreshing power that shocked the lungs made Mo Chen's limp body suddenly burst into a burst, and suddenly he sat up in the pool, his closed skin eyebrows shook violently a few times, and the already red hot skin on his body surface was inexplicably emitting a rich vapor.

"What a powerful soul fluctuation!" Mu Xiong next to the stone pool did not panic when he saw Mo Chen's reaction, but moved to the side in surprise, his black and white eyes stared at the ink dust in the stone pool in anticipation, at this time he already understood that Mo Chen had just opened his mouth to ask for a fig fruit, and he was definitely not just a psychology that he couldn't rest assured before he died.

The pure energy surging into the ink dust meridians exudes a crystal blue color that makes people fascinated and dizzy, beyond the blue energy, the tired and softened meridians instantly regained the vitality of the strong meridians, and with the recovery of the meridians, the original pale and miserable complexion of the ink dust is also slowly floating on a trace of ruddy qi and blood.

The blue energy gushing out of the fig fruit has a strong vitality recovery energy machine, and as the energy slowly gathers to the heart of the ink dust, it is also magically rippling out a circle of soothing ripples from the gathered energy, if it is some people whose soul power is sensitive enough, they will definitely find that this ripple circle contains extremely rich soul power.

The ripple soul circle that exuded a powerful vitality at the heart of the heart continued to merge into the painfully locked forehead of the ink dust as if it had been pulled in some way, and as more and more light blue ripples merged, the painful and tightly locked horizontal lines on the forehead of the ink dust were untied at an extremely slow speed.

At a certain moment, every pore on Mo Chen's body was like a surging volcano, spitting out a terrible dark red crimson, and in an instant, the ink dust was dyed into blood, and the boiling pool was gurgling with sticky blood bubbles.

"It's so much dead blood!" Mu Xiong, who was standing far away, looked at Mo Chen's body that had suddenly lost a lot of weight, and smashed his mouth in shock, and when his eyes fell to the pool water that quickly became viscous, the tip of his eyebrows was lightly raised, and then his hand suddenly poked out a dark blue vitality and gushed out from the meridians on his palm, only to see that after the vitality in his hand was gathered to a certain extent, it was violently bombarded and opened up a wide space covering more than ten meters around.

"Condensation!" Mu Xiong broke off and drank, and the vitality that spread out was suddenly a pause, followed by a sharp contraction, and when it was gathered on his hand again, it was already quite miraculous that there was a pool of clear water the size of a basin, and the clear water was accurately thrown into the stone pool from which the ink dust tray was flicked, and the pool water that was already about to dry and viscous was diluted again, and the dirty blood gushing out of the ink dust was quickly taken away.

"I didn't expect the fig fruit to have such a magical healing effect, Mo Chen was clearly dying before, but he was pulled back from the ghost gate by a fruit, fig fruit, is it really just able to refine and strengthen the version of the Wing Pill?" staring at the body of the ink dust steaming around the mist, the powerful soul fluctuations that faintly broke out of the body made Mu Xiong take a few steps back cautiously, swept away the ink dust that had taken off the worry of his life, and muttered in a whisper that he was more and more curious about the effect of the fig fruit.

Although the energy of the fig fruit was extremely terrifying, after sweeping out the exhaustion and dead blood of Mo Chen**, the speed of the soul that was forcibly cut off was much slower, so that in Mu Xiong's opinion, the painful color on Mo Chen's face that disappeared at a turtle speed was as if it had not happened.

It's just that no matter how anxious he is, he also knows that this time he has suffered a fatal injury, and in the case of having obtained more than a dozen fig fruits, Mu Xiong was depressed for a long time, as if he suddenly figured it out, he leisurely took out the wine and meat, leaned against the entrance of the cave and looked at the unknown lush forest in the distance, listening to the terrifying beast roaring human screams from time to time, and the wine and meat lived a good life.

In the stone cave, just as Mu Xiongru guessed that the repair of Mochen's soul power is indeed extremely slow, but for such a speed, Mochen, who has been dying once, is extremely satisfied, although the soul still needs to bear inhuman pain all the time, but as long as he thinks that he can not die, Mochen, who has been numb to the pain, suddenly ignites more violent healing**.

Soul repair is extraordinary, the slightest difference will have a huge threat to future cultivation and life, so Mo Chen instinctively did not dare to relax in the slightest, this time it was good to pick more than a dozen fig fruits in time, if he encountered such a situation in other periods, he could only wait for death.

Time passed day by day, during which Mo Chen always closed his eyes tightly to pinch and heal, and Mu Xiong was just bored leaning against the entrance of the cave, in addition to looking at the forest scenery that he was tired of seeing in the distance, he helped Mo Chen add water to the pool from time to time. In order to prevent the attack of the invisible spar demonic beast, he didn't even sleep for a while, and conscientiously guarded this boring day, if it weren't for the fact that Mo Chen's face had changed for the better, then he would have been boring and moldy.

Finally, at noon on the seventh day, Mu Xiong, who was sitting bored at the entrance of the cave and eating meat, had just swallowed a sip of strong wine, when he heard a sudden explosion from the cave, accompanied by the shaking of the earth and the shaking of the mountain came the dust swept in the cave.......

At a certain moment, every pore on Mo Chen's body was like a surging volcano, spitting out a terrible dark red crimson, and in an instant, the ink dust was dyed into blood, and the boiling pool was gurgling with sticky blood bubbles.

"It's so much dead blood!" Mu Xiong, who was standing far away, looked at Mo Chen's body that had suddenly lost a lot of weight, and smashed his mouth in shock, and when his eyes fell to the pool water that quickly became viscous, the tip of his eyebrows was lightly raised, and then his hand suddenly poked out a dark blue vitality and gushed out from the meridians on his palm, only to see that after the vitality in his hand was gathered to a certain extent, it was violently bombarded and opened up a wide space covering more than ten meters around.

"Condensation!" Mu Xiong broke off and drank, and the vitality that spread out was suddenly a pause, followed by a sharp contraction, and when it was gathered on his hand again, it was already quite miraculous that there was a pool of clear water the size of a basin, and the clear water was accurately thrown into the stone pool from which the ink dust tray was flicked, and the pool water that was already about to dry and viscous was diluted again, and the dirty blood gushing out of the ink dust was quickly taken away.

"I didn't expect the fig fruit to have such a magical healing effect, Mo Chen was clearly dying before, but he was pulled back from the ghost gate by a fruit, fig fruit, is it really just able to refine and strengthen the version of the Wing Pill?" staring at the body of the ink dust steaming around the mist, the powerful soul fluctuations that faintly broke out of the body made Mu Xiong take a few steps back cautiously, swept away the ink dust that had taken off the worry of his life, and muttered in a whisper that he was more and more curious about the effect of the fig fruit.

Although the energy of the fig fruit was extremely terrifying, after sweeping out the exhaustion and dead blood of Mo Chen**, the speed of the soul that was forcibly cut off was much slower, so that in Mu Xiong's opinion, the painful color on Mo Chen's face that disappeared at a turtle speed was as if it had not happened.

It's just that no matter how anxious he is, he also knows that this time he has suffered a fatal injury, and in the case of having obtained more than a dozen fig fruits, Mu Xiong was depressed for a long time, as if he suddenly figured it out, he leisurely took out the wine and meat, leaned against the entrance of the cave and looked at the unknown lush forest in the distance, listening to the terrifying beast roaring human screams from time to time, and the wine and meat lived a good life.

In the stone cave, just as Mu Xiongru guessed that the repair of Mochen's soul power is indeed extremely slow, but for such a speed, Mochen, who has been dying once, is extremely satisfied, although the soul still needs to bear inhuman pain all the time, but as long as he thinks that he can not die, Mochen, who has been numb to the pain, suddenly ignites more violent healing**.

Soul repair is extraordinary, the slightest difference will have a huge threat to future cultivation and life, so Mo Chen instinctively did not dare to relax in the slightest, this time it was good to pick more than a dozen fig fruits in time, if he encountered such a situation in other periods, he could only wait for death.

Time passed day by day, during which Mo Chen always closed his eyes tightly to pinch and heal, and Mu Xiong was just bored leaning against the entrance of the cave, in addition to looking at the forest scenery that he was tired of seeing in the distance, he helped Mo Chen add water to the pool from time to time. In order to prevent the attack of the invisible spar demonic beast, he didn't even sleep for a while, and conscientiously guarded this boring day, if it weren't for the fact that Mo Chen's face had changed for the better, then he would have been boring and moldy.

Finally, at noon on the seventh day, Mu Xiong, who was sitting bored at the entrance of the cave and eating meat, had just swallowed a sip of strong wine, when he heard a sudden explosion from the cave, accompanied by the shaking of the earth and the shaking of the mountain came the dust swept in the cave.......