At this time, as Chen Mo thought, his eyes looked at Chen Mo's distant point of light, and Hu Zongquan slowly put away the 'sword talisman'.

If the sword talisman is cast, all these hundreds of thousands of mortals will inevitably be killed or wounded, and many karmic obstacles will be blessed on his body and hinder his cultivation.

He was the first genius of Chen Guo who built the foundation with the ten-layer foundation of the Yuan Cultivation Technique, whether it was for his cousin or the secret on Chen Mo's body, it was not worth him doing this.

What's more, as long as there are tracking ghosts and a lot of spirit stones, with his name Hu Zongquan, it won't take long to find Chen Mo again.

But Chen Mo's heart has been hanging, although he guessed that most of Hu Zongquan would not use sword talismans, no one could guarantee that this Hu Zongquan would not suddenly go crazy and do incomprehensible things.

It wasn't until he would once again elevate the cloud boat to the extreme and disappear into this mortal battlefield that Chen Mo relaxed and his thoughts became active.

The first two times he was discovered, it could be explained that it was the disciples of Kongsang who found him and passed on the message, but this time it was Hu Zongquan who found him alone, which is worth investigating.

After thinking about it for a while, I already had a guess in my heart, since the female cultivator of Kongsang had a spirit leaf that could recognize him, presumably this Hu Sect should have something like a tracking charm or other means all over his body, so that he could be tracked.

His heart sank, and Chen Mo knew that he was in a worrying situation at this time.

Right now, he is deep in the vicinity of Shangqiu in the Song Kingdom, thousands of miles away from Kongsang, the Cloud Piercing Boat is damaged, and the Zhongpin Spirit Stone can no longer support it a few times, and he is seriously injured, and it is impossible to return to Kongsang.

Could it be that he is really going to die at the hands of Hu Zongquan this time?

No... He still has a way to go, it's just...

The hideous snake phantom in Chen Mo's eyes flashed away, and if he wanted to survive, he naturally had to give up something.

Now, he has no way out, this last way, he has to go, his expression is fierce, and he disappears into the depths of the night in the cloud-piercing boat.

A few days later.

The land of Taiyi in the Song Kingdom, with thousands of majestic mountains, beautiful rivers, Tibetan wind gathering spirits, has many treasures, some of which have been occupied by cultivators.

However, there are still some treasure lands, because of the remote location, inconvenient communication, or the danger and unpredictability inside, etc., have not become a gathering place for cultivators, Yichuan River, the mountain Burial Sword Valley is one of them.

Each thunder stone tree is surrounded by several people or even more than a dozen people, the whole body is jade white, and there are few branches, like a jade giant sword interspersed with the sky.

The rich aura of heaven and earth in the valley is constantly absorbed into this thunder stone wood, plus there is often a thunder baptism, which makes the lightning strike wood as hard as a top-level spirit armor, and the low-grade thunder stone wood contains a trace of thunder power, which is a good material for some high-grade magic weapons.

However, at this time, these thunder stones and wood are only inferior products, although they are hard but have little toughness, and it is difficult to refine weapons if they are not inferior grades, but there is still a killing aura in them, and there are often thunderbolts between each other, and the thunder is very heavy.

For cultivators, the thunder thought of the thunder tribulation, which was the most terrifying, this burial sword valley often attracted the Nine Heavens Thunder, so although it was a treasure land, and the lower grade thunder stone wood was not available, few people went deep into it at this time.

Chen Mo dared to go deeper, thinking that the thunder talisman had given him some understanding of the thunder path, although the thunder here was dangerous, but it was of great use to him.

Running his spiritual power, Chen Mo waved his spiritual sword again and again, took out a tree hole in a thunder stone tree surrounded by more than a dozen people, and sat cross-legged in it.

At this time, his face was pale, his clothes were disheveled, and his spiritual armor was damaged in many places, and it was roughly stitched with heather vines, and the whole looked tattered.

This is also something that can't be helped, although the heather rattan armor is seriously damaged, but it still has some defensive power to repair it, and it also blocks a lot of swords for him.

In the past few days, he was also caught up by Hu Zongquan again, and was caught up twice by some loose cultivators, among which there were even disciples of the Empty Sang Immortal Sect, and the attack was even more vicious, although he narrowly escaped again, but he was seriously injured.

Now that the medium-grade spirit stones have been completely exhausted, except for the few remaining spirit pills such as the Yunling Pill and the Yangmai Pill, only the spirit weapon 'Biye' that was snatched away, as well as a few Vajra talismans and Jianmu talismans, can be said to be on the verge of despair.

If he met Hu Zongquan, he would never have the slightest chance of escaping.

Burial Sword Valley... Burial Sword Valley, this name is good, in response to the meaning of Hu Zongquan, a genius of the Sword Washing Pavilion, will eventually be buried here.

In the tree hole, after Chen Mo set up a few isolation prohibitions, he lit a medium-grade grass lamp, purple light was thick, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura had condensed into a faint mist, slowly soaking into Chen Mo's body.

After recovering some spiritual power, he took out a delicate amethyst jade box from the gamson, and made a seal, the jade box opened, and an elixir was suspended.

This is Chen Mo's recent entry into the mysterious space, taking the materials, and when he escaped, he refined three furnaces of pills to form such a medium-grade blood elixir.

The blood spirit pill was scarlet all over, and the surface was full of deep and dark blue lines, and as soon as it appeared, it suddenly condensed into a three-foot-long naked blue vein on the top of this pill, and a pair of bulging snake phantoms on the top of the head.

At this time, the phantom was like a living thing, its body writhed, and its erected demonic pupils were red and blue, alternating between cold and hot around it, hideous and weird.

It is said that the supreme blood elixir will turn into a highly poisonous snake, instead of appearing a phantom above the elixir.

Looking at this blood elixir, Chen Mo did not hesitate any longer, protected the meridians with spiritual power, and swallowed the blood elixir in one gulp.

At this moment, Chen Mo's face was blue and white, ice crystals continued to appear on the surface of his body and then vaporized, and the phantom of the snake kept swimming on Chen Mo's face and chest.

Not long after, the Blood Spirit Pill sank into the Abdominal Sea Dantian, and the fierce and domineering medicinal effect was instantly released.

The powerful cold power continued to transform in the body, and the meridians became fragile under the two forces, and at the same time, bursts of cold and burning pain also attacked.

Chen Mo's face was constantly alternating between red and blue, his facial muscles twitched, and his body trembled slightly, obviously suffering great pain.

But Chen Mo endured the pain, remained awake, and guided the spiritual power in his body to quickly open up the meridians...

About three hours later, the three meridians belonging to the sixth layer of Qi cultivation were completely opened, and when a small circulation was formed, the snake phantom scattered into red and blue qi and suddenly drilled into Chen Mo's body.

Chen Mo's body trembled slightly, and the surrounding blood qi and aura became crazy, and began to pour into Chen Mo's body.

In the newly formed small circulation, the phantom of the strange snake has been condensed for three points.

This was still in Chen Mo's expectations, the mid-grade blood spirit pill snake phantom was three points condensed, but then there was a sudden strange change, this cold ice poison condensed into the snake phantom actually absorbed the little spiritual fire remaining in his meridians, reaching the level of five points of condensation.

After a pillar of incense, its condensation level reached sixty percent, which was already close to the power of the top-grade blood elixir, and the aura around Chen Mo's body suddenly swayed, and a breath that was several times thicker than that of ordinary sixth-layer Qi cultivators suddenly rippled out.

In terms of the degree of majestic condensation alone, it was no weaker than that of a seventh-level Qi cultivator.