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This is Feng Zhe, even if Mo Wuji is completely frozen at the moment, he quickly recognizes it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis slightly chubby guy is Feng Zhe.

Mo Wuji's thoughts turned slightly, and he understood. It's not that he is not alone in his unwillingness to let Qingjin's heart fall here, and this Feng Zhe of the Great Yanzong is obviously not reconciled. But when everyone was there, he was very indifferent, and even wished to leave here early.

Now that everyone is gone, he is secretly back again. Mo Wuji gave up the idea of using his divine thoughts to communicate with Feng Zhe, if it was Xing Huang, maybe he would do it again.

But Feng Zhe, he was sure that as long as he did this, once Feng Zhe knew that he was here, the first thing Feng Zhe would do was to kill him.

If Feng Zhe was sure to take away Qingjin's heart, then he definitely didn't want people to know that it was him who took Qingjin's heart.

Mo Wuji sighed and did not withdraw his thoughts. Even if you want to freeze to death, it is better than being killed by Feng Zhe.

Only half a pillar of incense time passed, Mo Wuji saw a figure passing by again.

The brown hair, Mo Wuji only needed to scan it and recognized that the other party was Fang Zhentian of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Sure enough, Fang Zhentian couldn't have come here for anything else, and it must have been for the sake of Qingjin's heart. It's a pity that Feng Zhenqiu and Xing Huang didn't come, if these two people came, maybe they could save his life.

The Heavenly Demon Sect came from the Heavenly Sect, and the sect leader of the Heavenly Sect, Jing Gumu, had the means to refine the heart of Qingjin, maybe Fang Zhentian really had a way to take away the heart of Qingjin. As for Feng Zhe, this guy looked smiling and harmless, but Mo Wuji felt that this guy's insidious was even deeper than Fang Zhentian.

Among the four True God Realm powerhouses who came over together, Mo Wuji was the most uncomfortable with this Feng Zhe.

Time gradually passed, and Mo Wuji's divine thoughts slowly began to blur. He still gritted his teeth and insisted, once his divine thoughts were completely blurred, it meant that he was finished. Until the last minute, he will definitely not give up. Maybe after a while, Feng Zhenqiu also wants the heart of Qingjin, and then comes?

"Boom!" A terrifying explosion made Mo Wuji's divine thoughts that were about to sink much clearer, and he subconsciously stretched his divine thoughts to the farthest. He was still thinking in his heart if this was Feng Zhe refining the heart of Qingjin, or Fang Zhentian was refining the heart of Qingjin? Or was the two of them already fighting when they appeared with each other?

Before Mo Wuji's thought could turn, a scorching breath swept in, and then Mo Wuji saw that his frozen almost shattered body began to soften.

Mo Wuji didn't have the slightest joy in his heart, but was even more angry, these two guys just refined the heart of Qingjin, and they actually provoked Qingjin's heart to explode again. Once the heart of the young man swept over, he was completely dead.

At this moment, Mo Wuji somewhat regretted that the place he chose was too close to Qingjin's heart, but he didn't have time to regret it, his body had just been formed into a deep cold ice cube, and now the flames of Qingjin's heart were rolling, and the first thing he had to do was to quickly run the immortal mortal technique to stabilize his physical body.

Otherwise, no matter how strong his body is, after experiencing the progress cold, he will collapse if he is roasted by such a hot flame. It's a pity that at this time, his internal organs are still frozen, and only a trace of vitality is circulating slowly, even if his legs and feet can move, he can't run away.

The immortal mortal recipe was in operation, and a soul-tearing pain came, and being swept away by this terrifying tearing pain, Mo Wuji's whole body trembled.

As the temperature around him became higher and higher, Mo Wuji's body also slowly stabilized under the flow of the Immortal Mortal Technique, and there was no sign of collapse. Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, and he struggled to sit up, wanting to leave this place first.

But when his mind swept out, he almost went insane. There was a faint green aura around him, and he felt the terrifying heat, and Mo Wuji knew what was going on.

Those two guys attracted the heart of the green jin, and the flames of the green heart swept away the entire land within a radius of several miles. Fortunately, he was still far away, and this was already the very edge that the Green Heart could reach, and only some cyan flame aura existed. Otherwise, he would have turned to ashes.

But how could this flame spread so far? Mo Wuji swallowed a few healing pills, and his divine thoughts swept out at the same time.

When Mo Wuji's divine thoughts swept to Fang Zhentian and Feng Zhe, who were sitting in the middle of the green qi, he instantly understood.

Fang Zhentian and Feng Zhe were hundreds of meters away, and both of them were sitting on the ground. The jade flute he had given Fang Zhentian was horizontally above Fang Zhentian's head, emitting a stream of turquoise light, which formed a turquoise protective shield around Fang Zhentian. And Fang Zhentian in the protective cover was constantly pinching his hands.

Hundreds of meters away from Fang Zhentian, dozens of swords were constantly rotating around Feng Zhe, forming a defensive sword formation. And a trace of cyan flame aura penetrated into this sword formation, and it also circulated repeatedly between Feng Zhe's hands.

Mo Wuji already understood that these two people were refining the heart of Qingjin. And Mo Wuji also knew the methods of these two people, and he didn't know what means they used to lure Qingjin's heart several miles away.

No matter how strong the heart of the young man is, it has just been cultivated, and in this way, it is led a few miles away, and the temperature is infinitely lowered. The reason why Qingjin's heart can't be refined is because the temperature is too terrifying, and it can't get close at all. Now that the two of them have drawn out the heart of Qingjin, it has become possible to refine this flame. Compared with Jing Gumu, their method is more practical.

What Mo Wuji didn't understand was why Fang Zhentian and Feng Zhe could reach an agreement to refine Qingjin's heart without interfering with each other?

Feeling that with the refining of the two of them, the temperature around them became stronger and stronger, and Mo Wuji also fully recovered his mobility. Anyway, let's go first.

Since there are two powerhouses of the True God Realm refining Qingjin's heart, it will not be his turn.

As soon as Mo Wuji wanted to stand up, he once again dispelled the idea of leaving, he couldn't leave yet. Once he left this mound, he would immediately be seen by Fang Zhentian and Feng Zhe. At that time, it was difficult to guarantee that these two people would not kill people.

Mo Wuji had no choice but to calm down, and at this moment, the flame intensity of the cyan aura around him suddenly doubled. Mo Wuji, who was torn apart by the terrifying flames, almost screamed, and Mo Wuji hurriedly resisted.

After a few moments, Mo Wuji knew that his thoughts were in vain. Because Fang Zhentian and Feng Zhe were both frantically refining the flames on the periphery of the Green Heart, and as the two of them refined harder, the higher the flame temperature of the Green Heart.

If he didn't do it, he would fall victim to the two and be burned to death.

It's just that when his thoughts turned, Mo Wuji immediately reversed his practice. More than a dozen veins reversed Zhou Tian at the same time, and a terrifying cold rose from Mo Wuji's veins again. However, unlike before, Mo Wuji was on the edge of the green flame of the heart of the green jin, and the temperature outside kept him from being frozen into ice cubes again.

After only half a pillar of incense, Mo Wuji couldn't add it. His veins were indeed constantly oozing extreme cold, but the flames outside were getting hotter and stronger, and as time went on, this balance was simply not something his body could withstand.

Mo Wuji gritted his teeth, and his divine thoughts separated a trace and penetrated into the cyan flames that enveloped him. Fang Zhentian and Feng Zhe were both refining Qingjin's heart, and he had to refine it at the moment. If he doesn't refine, he will still become cannon fodder.

Walking is death, and not walking is death. What else is there to hesitate about? )