The nightmare is white, and two flowers are born side by side, and when one petal is scattered, it will release a psychedelic mist, and only the corresponding withered petals on the other flower are the only antidote.

At the critical moment just now, Chen Mo was talking to attract the attention of the triangular eye, and at the same time, he secretly touched the nightmare in his arms and pulled off a petal, and then used a few invisible subtle movements to send the corresponding withered petal into his mouth.

The sentence "Do you have to kill me" seems to be Chen Mo begging for mercy, but in fact, he is giving Triangle Eye one last chance. He understood that he was seriously injured, and he couldn't go far to escape while the triangular eye was fascinated, if he had to live or die, then there was only one choice left for Chen Mo.

The cultivation of this triangular eye is not low, just by breathing for a while, his eyes are a little clear, as if he has gradually woken up from the illusion, but the effect of the nightmare is still there, making his limbs weak, his meridian spiritual power stagnant, and he can't move at all.

Chen Mo didn't dare to delay any longer, endured his injuries and picked up the short knife of the triangular eye from the ground, staggered forward, and slowly moved the tip of the knife on the chest of the triangular eye, as if looking for the location of the heart.

Under the moonlight of the night breeze like water, Chen Mo's movements were really slow, but the sharp tip of the knife on the underwear was even more terrifying.

The medicinal properties of Nightmare Youbai were not so easy to unravel, Rao was a cultivator of the third layer of triangular eye qi training, and he couldn't recover in such a short time, he could only stare at Chen Mo's movements, try his best to speak, and said intermittently: "You dare to kill... My brother... No... Leave you alone!"

He had already calculated that a guy like Chen Mo, who had been raised in the gate sect since he was a child, was squeamish and weak, and he didn't have the ruthlessness to kill people if he said that he would kill people, as long as he threatened him and scared him, he would inevitably be able to delay time.

At the same time, Triangle Eye also desperately mobilized the stagnant spiritual power in his body, wanting to expel the poisonous gas from his body, as long as he could successfully delay the kung fu of Half Pillar Incense, he would be able to succeed.

When the time came, Triangle Eyes vowed to use a short knife to cut off the flesh of this hateful boy's whole body little by little.

Chen Mo looked up at the triangular-eyed face, and his understated expression did not look like a teenager who was only fifteen years old at all. His face was reflected in the moonlight, revealing a sense of calm.

Chen Mo was no longer naïve, his face was not distorted by the pain, nor was he moved at all, only a sense of calm. He moved the tip of the knife so slowly and effortlessly, attentively and earnestly, as if everything was commonplace for him.

Although Chen Mo is unwilling to kill, this does not mean that he does not dare to kill!

He didn't have to be hard for long, Triangle Eye panicked, he finally found that this kid who had been looking down on him before was now showing a feeling of danger, he really wanted to do it!

Realizing this, the triangular eye, which was more life-friendly than anyone else, softened almost instantly, and hurriedly said intermittently: "I, can, swear, as long as you ......"

Before he could spit out the three words "let me go" in his mouth, the short knife stabbed into his chest, and Chen Mo did not hesitate at all.

The tip of the knife was sharp, reaching three inches, but it was stuck in the bone, not enough to kill the triangular eye instantly.

Chen Mo let go of his hand, staggered to his feet, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards the hilt of the knife.

"Poof!"

Like a nail struck by a hammer, the short knife pierced through the heart of the triangular eye, leaving only the handle outside, blood slowly flowed out along the hilt, and the expression on the triangular eye's face gradually solidified, it was an unbelievable look of death.

"Murder is nothing more than that..."

Chen Mo's eyes were a little dazed, and before he finished his exclamation, his eyes gradually blurred.

The tense nerves relaxed suddenly, making him feel that all the strength in his body was slipping away quickly, and finally he slowly collapsed on the body of the triangular eye, and fell asleep.

The night began to fill, and the light in the mountains was as thin as mist.

A cold night breeze blew and blew away the light and mist. Blown by this cold wind, Chen Mo suddenly shuddered, and the person also woke up.

If it were a mortal, with a knife wound like Chen Mo all over his body, I am afraid that he would have died of excessive blood loss in his sleep, but perhaps it was the reason why Chen Mo had reached the first level of Qi training, and these knife wounds were deliberately avoided by him, so at this time, except for excessive bleeding and weakness, there was no other major problem, and his mind was still awake.

After examining the wounds on his left arm and thigh, Chen Mo was surprised to find that these wounds seemed to have stopped bleeding and were about to start scabbing under the nourishment of the spiritual power in his body.

Chen Mo suppressed the severe pain, tore off the green shirt on his body, and used a knife to cut them one by one, bandaging the wounds all over his body.

Picking up his cloth bag and preparing to leave, he saw that there was a blue cloth bag on Triangle Eye.

With a move in his heart, he also took it down, and groped around for a while on the triangular eye, found an atlas and some miscellaneous things, and turned away after carrying them in his arms.

But after walking a few steps, Chen Mo came back again, dragged the triangle to the bushes on the side, covered it with thatch, and then left.

Along the way, Chen Mo walked very hard, and the pain was nothing, but because he had no strength in his body, he was really a little unable to walk up the mountain road.

Fortunately, there was no thrill along the way, Chen Mo successfully returned to the mountain gate before dawn, avoided the other disciples, and returned to the bamboo house, he was seriously injured and did not immediately go to bed to rest, but directly grabbed a handful of Linggu and cooked a bowl of Linggu porridge.

Before Linggu was fully cooked, he ignored the boiling water and ate a bowl by himself.

Linggu is not an ordinary thing, just a bowl of Linggu porridge, Chen Mo felt that his body gradually warmed up, and there was an extra wisp of aura in his body, which gathered at the wound along the meridians, and there was a slight itching feeling, which made people's body and mind feel good and wonderful.

After eating Linggu porridge, Chen Mo lay on the bed, staring at the beams of the bamboo house, his mind finally cleared up, and recalled the previous scenes in his mind.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, when I think about it, I feel scared for a while, and I can't help but ooze cold sweat from my back.

Since entering the Immortal Gate, Chen Mo has acted cautiously and has never had a grudge against anyone, but now he has almost died. In the final analysis, the cultivation is still too weak, and in front of the cultivators whose cultivation is higher than their own, it is indeed at the mercy of others.

Be kind to others? As early as when the chaotic army was ravaging the mortal world, Chen Mo had already found that doing so could not protect himself. Now that he has reached the cultivation world, he also feels that this world is actually not a little better than the former, on the contrary, it is even more dangerous.

He finally understood that in the cultivation world, no matter how careful he was, as long as he was weak, then there would always be people who would target him.

This time he was able to kill the triangular eye in turn, and Chen thought it was a fluke. The fairy road is dangerous, this time I survived by luck, so what about next time, next time?

Chen Mo secretly swore that he would definitely be more careful in the future, first, he must not easily reveal his possessions, and second, he must seek the power of self-preservation as soon as possible, at least in the cultivation world, he can still exchange peace through hard cultivation.

Thinking like this, before he knew it, Chen Mo fell asleep. When I woke up again, it was already evening.

He got up from the bed, touched his body, and was immediately taken aback.

The bandage that had been tied indiscriminately last night had been replaced with a new one, and it was covered with an unknown black ointment, revealing a fresh fragrance. The tattered clothes on his body have also been replaced with brand new ones.