Ye Mo shook his head, indicating that he was not so strong.

Shiyu'er saw that Ye Mo was going to wrap the wound on his waist with a strip of cloth, and stopped Ye Mo with his hand.

"I'll do it myself!" Shiyu'er took the strip of cloth and wrapped it around his waist, Ye Mo turned his head and stared into the distance, just now he always felt that someone was staring here, but after a closer look, he didn't.

"What do you think?" Shiyu'er saw Ye Mo's brows furrowed, wrapped around the wound on his waist, and asked Ye Mo suspiciously.

"Nothing? It's just that it always feels like someone is staring at this place. When Shiyu'er asked, Ye Mo shook his head and used gestures to express what Ye Mo wanted to say.

Ye Mo felt that he was suspicious, but he always felt that someone was staring at him.

"Could it be that the three cultivators who fled just now?" Shi Yu'er thought about the people from the Xiaotian camp just now, whether there would be any return.

Shi Yu'er suddenly spat out a stream of blood, Ye Mo turned to look at Shi Yu'er, only to find that Shi Yu'er's face was extremely pale, and her whole body was shaking.

Ye Mo hurriedly supported his arm, knowing that men and women in the book should not be too deep in physical contact, and Ye Mo did not collide with Shiyuer too much physically.

Shiyu'er looked at Ye Mo's eyes, as if asking if there was anything wrong with her body.

Shiyu'er stood firm and signaled that it was okay.

Ye Mo carved a line of words on the tree with his sword and asked Shiyu'er: "Do you have a camp, I can send you to join the camp." ”

Shiyu'er signaled that there was no camp, and she might take into account Ye Mo's feelings, and she didn't want Ye Mo to be dragged down by herself, so she asked Ye Mo to leave herself and said, "If you think I'm a burden, you can leave me behind." Today's life-saving grace, I wrote down the poem. ”

"Since I have saved you, I will not be afraid, and I cannot do it if I leave you. Ye Mo carved a line of words like this on the tree, revealing resoluteness in the words, representing Ye Mo's determination.

When Shiyu'er saw this line of words for a moment, he didn't know how to speak, but for the sake of the consequences afterwards, he said to Ye Mo: "You don't know how strong the Xiaotian camp is in the Condensing Demon Forest, but the people who are targeted are all in a good end." ”

"Almost dozens of people in the Xiaotian camp are in a camp, controlled by five powerhouses of the tenth layer of Qi Gathering, and basically all the cultivators in the Demon Condensing Forest who have not joined the camp almost all avoid this group of people. ”

The words of poetry made Ye Mo understand the general situation of the Condensing Demon Forest, but what made Ye Mo very confused was why such a camp was needed in the Condensing Demon Forest.

"The Condensing Demon Forest is not just a place to compete for the best cultivation on the surface, but there is a rare treasure of Cangyuan Zuodao Peak cultivation here, Cangyuan Qi, this is Cangyuan Qi that has not been disclosed to the outside world, it is said that if you obtain Cangyuan Qi, you can improve yourself, and you can also cultivate the secret technique of Cangyuan inheritance. ”

Ye Mo listened carefully, it was difficult to draw through why there was a camp, it turned out that there was Cangyuan Qi in this Condensing Demon Forest.

Shiyu'er saw that Ye Mo was deeply attracted, and continued to speak: "One of the strongest in this world, a person from Cangyuan Mountain is called Chenchen, his strength is even more than an era, no one can match him, the strongest Taoist in this world, because he was not born. ”

"This world?" Ye Mo was a little confused in his heart, and seemed to grasp the point of this sentence, and continued to listen to the poem's explanation.

At that time, Chen Chen was like an invincible portrayal, and even the world was silent because of him, and all the Taoists were like a god-like existence to accompany him, and later someone named him the king of Cangyuan. ”

Later, an unprecedented battle broke out in this world, and an army of unprecedented races from outside the world came to the monastic world. At that time, Chen Chen, the king of Cangyuan, joined forces with other powerhouses in this world to fight against the enemy, and later Chen Chen entered the depths of the extraterritoriality without being invincible.

No one knows what kind of battle broke out, but according to the description of the strong, the depths of the extraterritoriality may be the place of death, or the king of Cangyuan may have killed the extraterritorial powerhouse with his death, and all the extraterritorial races retreated, and he himself may have died in battle.

Since then, there has been no figure of the king of Cangyuan in this world, only his god-like legend.

But after Ye Mo heard about it, what he still couldn't understand was what connection this had with Cangyuan Qi and Cangyuan Spiritual Liquid.

The words of the poet are not finished, and they continue to preach.

"The strong men who once fought side by side with the King of Cangyuan once thought that the ancient Cangyuan Mountain might be a place for people to step into the Great Dao, and perhaps what was left behind was related to stepping into the Great Dao. ”

Many strong people pointed at Cangyuan Mountain, and Cangyuan Mountain at that time only had one sentence: "Cangyuan Mountain will be a place of scattered cultivation from now on, and you can get the opportunity to enter Cangyuan Mountain, and you can turn into immortals by practicing the art of Cangyuan." ”

Since then, Cangyuan Mountain has been open to the outside world until now.

Ye Mo was a little stunned, after listening to so many explanations of the poems, he felt that Cangyuan Mountain seemed to be coming to the right place.

But thinking that his cultivation is so weak, anyone can kill him, and even more so thinking of someone like Zhan Guyu, it is completely useless, and I can't help but be disappointed when I think of this.

Ye Mo fell into deep thought, and he didn't talk too much about poetry, but it was not interesting to talk too much.

Shiyu'er coughed a few times, obviously extremely weak, Ye Mo vaguely felt that Shiyu'er felt that he had heard the name Shiyu'er, but he couldn't remember it.

In another place, Ye Mo had just repelled three cultivators and returned to the Xiaotian camp.

The Xiaotian camp occupies a territory, about fifty people, and built many cabins, and someone saw that his accomplices were injured, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet: "What's wrong with the three of you?"

The person who was stabbed in the left shoulder by Ye Mo spoke: "We saw that Shiyu'er was seriously injured, and we wanted to rob Shiyu'er, and we were about to succeed." ”

"I didn't expect a person to appear, without using any spells, and defeated the three of us. ”

When the man heard this, he said, "I haven't used any spells, it seems that there are a lot of powerful people recently?" ”

This person didn't care and said, after the three accomplices heard this, their expressions were happy, and they straightened up even more, thinking that Ye Mo would be hunted down and killed by the people from the Xiaotian camp, several people couldn't help but feel a little happy in their hearts.

That person arranged a few people from the Xiaotian camp to lead the way to kill Ye Mo and Shiyu'er.

Ye Mo took Shiyu'er to find a cave place, let Shiyu'er sit in it and rest, and keep himself outside, thinking about how to become stronger, maybe he would obtain Cangyuan Qi, and he could cultivate the spells of Cangyuan Mountain.

Ye Mo knew that he couldn't do it, and sighed helplessly in his heart, he was not a tenth-level cultivator, it was difficult to compare with those people in the Condensing Demon Forest, he was like an ant.