There is no doubt that this thin needle is the antidote to the nightmare whiteness, when he first practiced the needle, Chen Mo kept this hand, originally to prevent someone from finding the antidote from him, but now he didn't expect that it would achieve a glimmer of life for him.

The nightmare is white and poisonous is colorless but has a faint fragrance, and after the middle-aged cultivator got rid of the temporary crisis, he smelled this fragrance, and secretly said that it was not good, he actually fell for this kid's plan.

Judging from his years of experience, this fragrance is most likely some kind of poisonous gas, and now that this poisonous gas has dispersed, he has inevitably inhaled some poisonous gas, but because of his deep cultivation, the poison has not occurred for the time being!

Immediately forced to poison?

The middle-aged cultivator asked himself that as long as he was given half a pillar of incense, he could be completely forced out, but the situation at the moment did not allow him to do so.

In this way, he can only kill this kid and snatch the Blue Flame Fruit before the poison hair.

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes full of anger stared at Chen Mo, no longer retaining, and before he could stabilize his body, he raised his hand and three sword qi shot towards Chen Mo.

Seeing those three sword qi shooting out, Chen Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hairs rose suddenly, so he couldn't think about it, so he could only quickly bow his head to dodge.

But after all, the distance was too close, Chen Mo couldn't dodge, and he could only avoid one sword qi, another sword qi pierced his face, and the last sword qi pierced his arm.

Luckily, it didn't hurt the bones.

Chen Mo didn't expect that this middle-aged man would be able to act after being hit by the nightmare white poisonous gas, and even hurt him, nor did he expect that the middle-aged cultivator would still have the strength to send out three sword qi.

"It must be that his cultivation is profound, and the toxicity has not occurred for the time being, and he has left some strength before, but I don't know how many times he can send out his sword qi again..."

Quickly figured out the reason, Chen Mo didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and ran, not even caring about the fragility of the rock formation under his feet, his footsteps were too heavy and he stepped on the rock formation, and the overflowing trace of magma burned him in unbearable pain.

Chen Mo is very sober, and now his biggest reliance is that the middle-aged cultivator has injured his left foot and is unable to move, so that he can distance himself from the middle-aged cultivator, and even if he can't escape, he can avoid his sword qi attack.

If you can delay it a little bit, sooner or later, the poison of Nightmare White will set in... But this is only an expedient measure, after all, he is also a spiritual fire into the body, if he is not dealt with in time, it will also be a result of the destruction of the meridians.

All that's left is to gamble on luck to see if the middle-aged cultivator will be poisoned first, or if he can't support it first.

"Where to go!" Seeing Chen Mo fleeing, the middle-aged cultivator burst into angry cheers, he was not stupid, how could he not understand Chen Mo's plans at this time?

With the cultivation of the third layer of Qi training, he actually supported himself with one leg and limped closely behind Chen Mo.

It's just that there is only one leg in the end, and if you want to catch up with Chen Mo, you can't do it.

In this way, the two escaped and chased, and in a blink of an eye, they broke away from the thin rock layer and entered the fire cave.

Just ran less than a dozen steps into the hole, Chen Mo's face suddenly distorted, his feet were unstable, he stumbled, and fell to the ground.

Spiritual fire...!

Chen Mo felt bitter in his heart, the spiritual fire of the Blue Flame Fruit actually flares up again at this time, making his whole person feel like he is in a burning hell, not to mention standing up and continuing to escape, it is difficult to even move at this time!

Could it be that his fortune is weak, and he will not be able to die in the sky?

"Run, I think you kid can run to the ends of the earth?" At this time, the middle-aged cultivator had already blocked the entrance of the cave, with a hideous smile on his face, and said to Chen Mo viciously, looking at Chen Mo's situation at this time, the middle-aged cultivator certainly understood that it must be the result of Chen Mo swallowing the blue flame fruit.

At the same time, a fireball the size of a human head in his palm had already condensed...

"Am I really going to die here?Why hasn't the effect of Nightmare Phantom White Yet?" Looking at the blazing fireball, Chen Mo immediately understood that this middle-aged cultivator was also at the end of his crossbow, otherwise he would not have used this low-grade fireball technique to attack him.

But feeling the blazing heat coming from that fireball, Chen Mo also understood that as long as the poison did not attack, he was no match for a middle-aged cultivator, even if he had reached the end of the strong crossbow, not to mention that at this moment, the spiritual fire in his body broke out, and the frost spiritual liquid could last for a few breaths at most, Chen Mo finally felt a trace of despair!

"Go die!" The middle-aged cultivator was also decisive, no longer giving Chen Mo the slightest chance, and as soon as the fireball condensed and formed, it was thrown towards Chen Mo.

It's just that for some reason, the moment the fireball was released, his body suddenly trembled, and his hand was raised, so the fireball fell a foot behind Chen Mo.

Seeing this scene, Chen Mo was stunned, and his face showed ecstasy... Nightmare White Pill Kicks... The glimmer of life he was waiting for was now!

The suffering of spiritual fire burning is unimaginable for those who have not experienced it.

But Chen Mo has experienced vicissitudes since he was a child, how tenacious is his heart? Since he has waited for this opportunity, how can he let it go?

Gritting his teeth and standing up, Chen Mo's forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his whole body was trembling, but he completely ignored the pain, and began to concentrate and meditate, and use the spiritual power in his body.

And where the spiritual power passed, the meridians were as if they had been cut by a knife, and it turned out that the spiritual fire had already burned all over Chen Mo's meridians, and once the spiritual power was running, the spiritual fire was mixed with the spiritual power and operated together.

"Ahh

At this time, he had only one thought in his heart, to complete this fireball technique quickly, so that he could kill the middle-aged man in one fell swoop while he was poisoned.

Even if he wants to die, he has to let the wicked pay for his life first.

On the other hand, the middle-aged cultivator was completely confused at the moment, and although the poison of Nightmare White was not fatal, it was not so easy to suppress once the poison was issued.

At this time, the spiritual fire cave where Chen Mo and the middle-aged cultivator were located was already in a mess, and the reason for this was that the middle-aged cultivator was in chaos, and he didn't know what hallucinations he had, and he was attacking frantically and indiscriminately in the cave.

Chen Mo's eyes were red, and while trying his best to condense the fireball, he was still suffering a great deal of pain while dodging the indiscriminate attacks of the middle-aged cultivators.

If the middle-aged cultivator was chaotic at the moment, then Chen Mo was crazy and desperate at the moment.

Finally, a trace of flame appeared in Chen Mo's palm, and what was amazing was that the flame actually had a slight blue, and Chen Mo didn't realize it at all, just roared in pain, and continued to condense the fireball...

Gradually, a fist-sized fireball had condensed and formed in Chen Mo's palm, with a hint of demonic blue light in the crimson, and the scorching heat was even several times hotter than the fireball condensed by the middle-aged cultivator.

"Go!" Chen Mo yelled.