Under the terrifying pressure between life and death, Mo He finally squeezed out a trace of his potential and urged the Daoguan seal in his hand.

The moment a golden light lit up, it collided with a red light, and the moment the two rays intersected, a large area of firelight appeared, enveloping it within tens of meters around.

In an instant, the firelight dissipated, revealing two figures standing in place.

Mo He's original Daoguan seal in his hand had now fallen to his feet, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen, which had been pierced by a hand, directly into his body, but no blood flowed out, because the hand that pierced his body, with a fiery force, had already scorched the wound.

Mo He can already imagine his fate, maybe in the next second, he will face either being torn in half, or being burned by the raging fire, and his body will be turned into ashes.

Mo He raised his head and looked at Zhao Hu in front of him, he was lying on the ground at the moment, his two hands stretched forward at the same time, one of his hands pierced into Mo He's abdomen, but the other hand froze there.

Although Zhao Hu was lying on the ground, he raised his head, so that Mo He could see his hideous expression, and the crazy killing intent in his eyes had turned into a few flames that were about to erupt, and it seemed that they would explode at any time.

Suddenly, Mo He found that Zhao Hu's expression was actually frozen, and the hand that could pierce his abdomen was not at all.

Mo He saw that Zhao Hu, who was lying there, did not have the slightest rise and fall in his chest.

"He won't be, he's dead!" Mo He had such a thought in his heart, but then he was a little incredulous, looking down at the wound in his abdomen, Mo He took two steps back with difficulty.

The injuries on his body, coupled with the feeling of emptiness in his body, made Mo He feel that he couldn't lift any strength now, and only when he stepped back, the intense pain made Mo He not pass out directly.

As soon as his steps were soft, Mo He fell to the ground, feeling that his consciousness was in a trance, and in the haze, Mo He saw Zhao Hu lying there, and his body suddenly ignited a slight flame, and then the whole body collapsed.

Mo He was also a little unable to support it, the spiritual power in his body was too seriously consumed, and he finally fell into a coma completely.

When Mo He woke up again, he was already in a strange place, and when he saw himself lying on a bed, Mo He knew that he had been rescued.

With a slight movement of his hands and feet, Mo He felt the pain coming from his abdomen.

Mo He's injuries this time were not light, if he were an ordinary person, the other party would have died by now, and as a cultivator, Mo He's injuries were not fatal.

Feeling the spiritual power in his body, now that he has not fully recovered, Mo He closed his eyes again and began to recover the spiritual power consumed in his body.

This time, his spiritual power consumption was too serious, especially at the last moment, Mo He frantically squeezed himself, almost squeezing himself to the point of running out of oil.

Mo He began to recover the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth began to pour into Mo He's room, and the person who saved Mo He quickly noticed it, knowing that the person he rescued had woken up.

When Mo He recovered the spiritual power in his body and reopened his eyes, he heard the door open and a person walked in.

Mo He turned his head and saw the person who walked in from the door, the other party was dressed in a cyan robe, his face was very old, and his pace was very slow.

"Senior Yuan, did you save me?" Mo He, the person who walked in from outside the door, had seen that the other party had attended the Hundred Schools in the Five Elements Temple and Yuhe Mansion before, and he was a master of the Yin God Realm.

"Mo Daoyou is polite, when I arrived, you were in a coma there, I brought you back by the way, this is your thing, since you have woken up, let's return it to its original owner!" That Yuan Daochang looked at Mo He and smiled, with a kind expression on his old face, and then with a wave of his palm, he put a few things on the head of Mo He's bed.

Mo Heguang swept over, and saw his storage bag, the black jade bamboo cane, the Taoist official seal, the crimson spirit bead and his dagger magic weapon, all here.

"Thank you Senior Yuan!" Seeing that he had a lot of things, Mo He could only express his gratitude to the other party again, feeling that this Yuan senior's character was good, if he met others and was greedy for these things, Mo He really didn't want to come back.

Of course, it may also be that your own things are too bad for others to look down on at all.

"You go ahead and rest first, I've already dealt with the injuries on your body for you, and you can do the rest by yourself!" After Yuan Daochang returned Mo He's things, he continued to say two words, and then turned around and went out.

When Mo He was left alone in the room, Mo He began to deal with the injuries on his body, while recalling the scene before he fell unconscious.

Before Mo He fell unconscious, he saw that Zhao Hu's body had collapsed, and his body had become empty, and his internal organs and flesh and blood were gone, perhaps burned to ashes.

Looking down at the wound in his abdomen, Mo He suddenly felt in his heart that he was really lucky to be able to survive, and it was indeed the case.

The monster's inner dan and flesh and blood, coupled with a wonderful little magical power, forcibly raised Zhao Hu's cultivation to the Yin God realm, and at the same time gave him only one chance to fight with all his might.

When Zhao Hu began to shoot with all his might, the internal organs in his body, and even the blood, had begun to burn gradually, in this process, Zhao Hu's strength would become stronger and stronger, and his mind would become more and more impatient, but as the internal organs were burned out, he would suddenly win and decline in the end.

This is why at the beginning, in the small magical power of Mo He, he could only use fireballs to bombard wildly, and after a period of time, he was able to forcibly break through Mo He's small magical power.

Thanks to Mohe's magical powers of Shuimu Qinghua, it consumed a lot of Zhao Hu's time, so that Zhao Hu wasted a lot of work in vain, and finally fell at the most critical moment.

Zhao Hu's willpower is indeed very strong, at the last moment when he was facing the end of the oil lamp, he still sent the final killing blow to Mo He, if he was given another breath or two, then, maybe he could really pull Mo He to die together.

It's a pity that everything is still a little bit worse after all, so Mo He survived, and Zhao Hu died.

After lying in bed for the second day, although the injuries on his body had not fully recovered, Mo He could already get out of bed tentatively.

The effect of moisturizing aura is also quite good when used to restore injuries.

After his injuries improved, Mo He learned from Yuan Daochang's mouth that when he arrived that day, Zhao Hu's body had basically turned into ashes, and Mo He did not feel sorry or relieved about his fate, only reflected on himself.

In this battle with Zhao Hu, Mo He found many of his shortcomings, and it was a fluke that he was able to survive this time, but Mo He didn't dare to expect that he would be so lucky every time.

Just a Zhao Hu, I don't know what kind of means I used to raise my cultivation to the Yin God realm, I can almost take my own life, this kind of thing, Mo He doesn't want to experience a second time, at least when he encounters a similar encounter, he should have the ability to escape.

A few days later, the injuries on Mo He's body were no longer serious, and he was ready to go to Yuan Daochang to bid farewell and return to Qingmei Temple on Moon Mountain.

"Thank you Yuan seniors for saving me, my body is already fine, I came to say goodbye to my seniors today, and I am ready to go back to Zi'an County, if my predecessors have any send-offs in the future, my juniors are willing to serve the dogs and horses!" Mo He said respectfully to Yuan Daochang.

This time, no matter what, I owe a big favor, and I must repay it in the future.

"Mo Daoyou is polite, Poor Dao has already said, I just brought you back for a few days to recuperate, it's just a matter of effort, don't take it to heart!" Yuan Daochang waved his hand at Mo He and said.

"Since Mo Daoyou is like an arrow, it is inconvenient to keep the poor Dao, don't worry, you can help send Mo Dao out for the teacher!"

"Yes, master!" said a Dao boy who looked to be about eight or nine years old not far behind Dao Chang Yuan.

Hearing this, Mo He glanced at the Dao boy, then bowed to Dao Chang Yuan again, turned around and walked outside.

This little Taoist boy is a disciple of Yuan Daochang, Mo He has also seen each other a few times in the past few days, his name is worry-free, but contrary to his name, it is the sad color on the other party's face that can never be dissolved.

Only eight or nine years old, he looks very cute, it is estimated that when he is a little older, he will definitely be a handsome young man, but the expression on his face is a sad face, to be precise, it can actually be called sadness, which is indeed a little strange.

Mo He walked outside, wanting to follow him out without worry, and smiled at him.

"Thanks to the care of Yuan's predecessors in the past few days, there are many troubles and worry-free Taoist friends, if you have leisure in the future, you can come to Zi'an County Mochiyue Mountain Qingmei View!"

Worry-free looked up at Mo He, his eyes seemed to reveal sadness, this emotion went straight into his heart, Mo He touched his eyes, and seemed to be able to feel the sadness revealed in them.

"Thank you Daoist Mo, if you have the opportunity in the future, you will definitely go to bother!"

The carefree voice is very normal, but the tone is very flat when he speaks, and with the sadness on his face that can't be dissolved, it does make people feel that his voice seems to have become sad.

"Ahem, worry-free fellow, actually, hey, forget it, let's see you again!" Mo He looked at Wuwu, and originally wanted to persuade the other party to smile more, but when he wanted to speak, he suddenly paused.

I didn't know what the other party had experienced, so he had such sadness on his face at a young age, and he rashly said this, although it was a good intention, but it was not necessarily for the other party, so it was better to forget it.

Swallowing what he wanted to say, Mo He turned around and left directly.

After Mo He left, Wuwu, who was standing at the door, did not immediately turn back, but reached out and pinched a magic trick, condensing an ice mirror in front of him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Wu Wu stretched out his two hands, let the corners of his mouth go up, trying to make a laughing expression, this is the person in the mirror, but it seems to be even sadder!