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Chen Mo's hair was full of strands, and with the red mist steaming all over his body, he rose to the sky, jumping and dancing wildly like a flame. Allowing Chen Ye's Xuan Qi to increase dramatically, and the tyrannical blows, his feet took root, blended with the rock, and stood still.

Chen Ye's back was like a blazing furnace, scorching him in a hurry, and he, a mid-level spiritual disciple who specialized in the fire system, could hardly withstand this kind of scorching roasting.

Overhead, the cracked hole grew bigger and bigger, and the sky in half of the small cave was pitch black. The rapid rotation of the bloody eyes intertwined, as if it was condensing the power of destroying the world. Lightning bolts slashed down from it, shattering rocks and sending them flying. Rushing thunder, pressing step by step, the ground shook the mountains.

"Chen Mo, are you crazy? The space hole is about to close, let me go. Chen Ye was scared and timid. The heart is like a molten pool under the cliff beneath its feet, and the heat wave rolls over the scorching magma.

The horizontal ones are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned ones are afraid of dying. Chen Mo really didn't want to die, it was not a pity for him to die of a waste of wood. But although he is not a nobleman from heaven and a big man in Jintang Yuma, he is the Chen family, with good qualifications and the object of training. Life is smooth and bright, he doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to die.

Chen Mo's eyes were scarlet, and there was an air of dead silence around him, and he didn't pay attention to him at all. The fire poison flowed straight through the blood meridians, swelling and almost breaking out, burning into flames. But at the moment of the critical explosion, the crystalline light cocoon that had floated in his sea of consciousness since he was a child underwent some subtle changes.

If Chen Mo could immerse himself in his sea of consciousness, he would be able to "see" that light cocoon, which was slowly rotating, stirring his sea of consciousness like a chaotic state, and gradually forming a tiny whirlpool.

The whirlpool produced a suction, which affected the pineal gland in the center of his eyebrows, and a trace of fire poison and fire-based medicinal properties all over Chen Mo's body were pulled and sucked into the center of his eyebrows, submerged into the light cocoon.

As the light cocoon rotated, the fire poison was separated, and the pure medicinal properties were devoured.

With each breath, the light cocoon seems to grow a little bigger, becoming clearer, more condensed, smooth and delicate like pure white crystal jade.

As the light cocoon grows, the faster it spins, and the greater the suction of the sea of consciousness vortex. The fire poison liquid that was wreaking havoc on Chen Mo's internal organs, meridians and blood veins, was constantly being sucked at an accelerated pace, flowing into the center of the eyebrows like an upside-down mountain spring, and being devoured by the greedy whale of the light cocoon.

Suddenly, a sharp sword-like boulder fell from the sky, like a knife cutting tofu, and suddenly, it split a corner of the stone platform in front of Chen Mo, rolled into the magma, and disappeared.

Flying rocks splashed, Chen Ye couldn't avoid it, his face exploded like a flower, and blood flowed all over his face. The soul flew away in an instant, "Ah~" screamed, and when he felt the breath of death, he screamed in horror: "I don't want to die, Chen Mo, no, no." Master Chen, I was wrong, I shouldn't have robbed you of your spirit fruit. I'm a brute, I**. Please, let me go, I swear I won't trouble you again. In the future, you will be my boss, I will do whatever you ask me to do, and I still have a century-old mountain ginseng here......"

A series of panicked and begging for mercy popped up, and Chen Ye, who was arrogant and domineering just now, was fierce and domineering. At this moment, it is like a poor little weak chicken who has been ravaged ~ ravaged, embarrassed to the extreme, and throws out the century-old ginseng he is carrying.

But Chen Mo clenched his teeth, and blood seeped through. Holding Chen Ye's arm tightly was still like an iron hoop, clasped tightly on his chest. No matter how much he cried and begged for mercy, and scolded madly, he was indifferent.

Chen Mo's wonderful changes are still happening gradually. In the past, when the light cocoon was young, it was like this that it ate away at the Aoki Xuan Qi that Chen Mo had cultivated. But the process was slow and long. It took two years to grow to the size of a corn kernel.

During this period, it also seriously troubled Chen Mo, making his cultivation progress almost stagnant, and he was burdened with the name of waste.

He had also asked the elders of the family to check it, and after the most contempt, he decided that Chen Mo's physique was congenital leakage, and the Xuan Qi that he had finally cultivated would leak out nine times out of ten, and his future was bleak. While the uncle was still alive, he could still receive a normal cultivation resource every month.

However, as the uncle died on the battlefield, the eldest brother fought with others for himself and was abolished. The family found a stubble and deprived him of the monthly income he should have as a bloodline child. This added to his already slow cultivation progress, adding to the frost. But he has never given up cultivation, as long as there is still hope, perseverance, and patience in his heart, although the effect is not strong, it is always improving.

Chen Mo firmly believes that there is no step that cannot be moved forward, and there is no tomorrow that cannot be reached, because he is still working hard and has never given up.

The blood-colored vortex of the void condensed larger and larger, like a large mouth devouring heaven and earth. The small cave sky shook violently from side to side, constantly tilting. The boulder suspended in the air slammed into the mountain peak, which broke and collapsed. The little flying stone is even more raging and flying. The heavenly wall could no longer resist the huge force.

Chen Mo's internal organs were burning with blazing heat, and his consciousness at the moment was chaotic, leaving only the only belief left, and he couldn't let the person in his chest escape. The whole person is like a clay statue, and he doesn't care about the changes in the small cave every day.

But at this time, the light cocoon in his mind, because of the energy supply carried out by the Red Flame Spirit Fruit, a second-grade treasure, was growing at an unbelievable speed. Bigger and bigger, more and more solid. After reaching the most luster, it condensed into a diamond-shaped crystal that was crystal clear and emitted a jade-white light.

At this time, it no longer grew in size, but it absorbed the energy of the Red Flame Spirit Fruit at a faster speed, and its light became brighter and brighter, soft and full of warmth and serenity.

Chen Ye felt that he was about to suffocate, and his heart was cold to the bottom. Is it really going to be over? I didn't expect Dapeng to die in this kind of place without spreading his wings.

Now drinking hatred is like a dove, but it is just a cup of bitter wine brewed by yourself. Filled with remorse, why did he have nothing to do to rob Chen Mo's things? This beast is definitely a fool and crazy man with no reason. Do you really want to bury him here?

Outside the entrance of the small cave, the two sons of the Chen family, who usually followed Chen Ye to show off their might, waited left and right, and waited for Chen Ye to get the Red Flame Fruit and return triumphantly.

But the small cave is about to close. The bold one, through the barrier of the entrance, looked inside, and vaguely saw inside, strange whirlpools, hanging stones flying, debris and dust. Waste wood Chen Mo imprisoned Chen Ye, but Chen Ye had nothing to do and struggled. The stone platform where the two men were standing kept tilting, and the stones rolled into the molten pool, and the magma splattered everywhere. His frightened body was like a sifting chaff, and he trembled.

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