When everything settled, Mo Ming didn't dare to stay, because the sea of fire around him was still spreading, and it was about to surround him, if he didn't leave at this time, he might be buried directly in the sea of fire.

Looking at the storage bags on Wang Yunyi and Luo Jin's waists, Mo Ming did not hesitate at all, knowing that there must be something good in it, so he grabbed it directly in his hand with his big hand.

Then, he picked up Wang Yunyi's small sword, which had already been turned into three inches on the side, and found a place that had not been completely burned, and quickly rushed out of the bushes.

It wasn't until he reached a river that was not very wide that Mo Ming finally dared to stop.

However, at this moment, he lay down straight, after this highly tense fight, he was exhausted, when his heart was completely relaxed, he felt how difficult it was to survive.

Perhaps, in this battle, there are too many tricks, and it also takes advantage of the opponent's lack of combat experience, but if there is a little carelessness at that time, maybe it is yourself who dies.

After all, the immortal cultivator was still too powerful, and that flying sword, that spell Mo Ming had never experienced at all.

Lying quietly on the ground, Mo Ming exhaled heavily, followed by a frown, because of the piercing pain coming from his back.

The wound was not deep, but it was more than a foot long, and it was still enough to kill, and his face became extremely pale, and a lot of blood was lost

Sitting up from the ground with difficulty, Mo Ming couldn't see the wound, but knew that the bleeding had to be stopped as soon as possible.

Fortunately, there was a wilderness all around, and there were plants and trees everywhere, so I glanced around, hurriedly found a few weeds in a corner, and then threw them into my mouth and chewed them, and silently smeared them on the wounds.

These weeds are not medicinal herbs and cannot heal wounds, but when they are mixed together, the sap in them can quickly stop bleeding.

This is a survival instinct of people who live in the mountains all year round, and it is the life experience that people at the foot of Tongtian Mountain have explored for several lifetimes or dozens of lifetimes.

When everything was taken care of, Mo Ming couldn't care about what to do anymore, hurriedly lit a fire, and then lay directly on the boulder on the riverside, facing the twilight sun, and fell asleep deeply.

This sleep was a night, and when the rising sun shone on the earth, Mo Ming woke up in a trance.

The fire beside him had long been extinguished, and the cold of the deep winter was seeping into his body little by little, making him feel a biting cold the moment he woke up.

"Are you in the land of Moro now?"

Mo Ming looked at the river in front of him, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, riding the teleportation array made him feel the distance at all, just in the blink of an eye, the surroundings had changed greatly.

And after that, the battle with Wang Yunyi and Luo Jin also made him have no time to think about whether this place had arrived in the Moro Country, and it was not until this moment that he really thought about where he was now.

However, seeing that there were mountains all around, and at a glance, there was no cooking smoke, and he still hesitated in his heart, and he didn't know where this teleportation had been teleported.

"No matter, let's get something to eat first, and then go find someone to ask what this place is!"

Mo Ming sighed secretly, because of the wound on his back, his face was bloodless, and the cold wind of this deep winter made him feel empty in his abdomen, and there was no energy in his body.

It took half an hour to catch a hare, and Mo Ming didn't hesitate, he directly lit a fire on the riverside and began to sacrifice his five internal organs temple.

When the meat is full, the time is already approaching noon unconsciously. Mo Ming checked the wound on his back, and the blood had basically stopped from being cut for a long time, and even a bloody scab had formed on it after a night.

It's just that the wound is too big after all, and it will take a lot of time to heal, and during this time, it is somewhat impossible to do something that relies on some external forces to exercise the body.

Even some slightly larger movements are not possible, and the wound will burst at any time due to writhing.

After resting for a while, Mo Ming decided to walk along the river first, not to mention looking for the specific location of the Moro Sect, at least knowing where he was at the moment.

Along the way, the road is desolate, the riverside in the middle of winter is full of dead trees and willows, it is difficult to see life, occasionally meet one or two small beasts, but also after seeing him panicked fleeing.

Although there are many mountains in this place, it seems that it is much more deserted than the mountains in the southern region of the Great Xia Kingdom, and after walking along the river for several miles, I still haven't met a single family.

When the day was getting late, and the day was about to pass, Mo Ming found a place to escape the cold by the river, collected firewood and made a fire, went to catch two pheasants to make a belly, and then applied some herbs picked along the way to the wound, and then prepared to rest.

"I don't know when I'll find Uncle Sihai!"

Looking at the river in front of him, Mo Ming silently thought that as he walked along the way, he felt more and more insignificant, and he also felt more and more that the road ahead might be extremely difficult.

"Huh?

Suddenly, just as Mo Ming was about to lie down to rest, he saw a white figure floating in the water on the icy river, floating downstream with the turbulent river.

Hurriedly stood up, Mo Ming followed the figure downstream, and after a while, he suddenly found that the white figure was actually a person, and it was the one he had seen, it was Bai Xiu, who had fought with people in Beiliangshanfang City a few days ago and finally left in a hurry.

"Why is he here? It doesn't look good!"

Mo Ming frowned, and suddenly remembered that after Bai Xiu left that day, a few people also chased him out, didn't they have a battle in the end?

"Is this man dead?"

Mo Ming subconsciously thought, because he had followed that figure for hundreds of feet in a row, but he had never seen the other party react in the slightest, as if it was already a cold corpse, but it continued to rise and fall with the flow of the river.

"No matter, let's save it first!" Mo Ming sighed secretly, seeing too many dead people had made him instinctively not want to see people die again.

Thinking of it, Mo Ming took off his clothes, and immediately plunged into the river.

The river was not wide, and the water was not deep, and when Mo Ming jumped in, the river could not overflow his neck. However, it is a bit uncomfortable that it is the weather in the depths of winter, and although the river is not frozen, the cold is still unbearable.

Panting, Mo Ming quickly swam to the figure and hurriedly picked up the other party.

"And gas!"

As soon as he came into contact with Bai Xiu, Mo Ming felt that the other party's body was very stiff, but from the other party's nostrils, there was a vague breath, and he still knew that the other party was not completely dead, and there was still some life.

Without any hesitation, Mo Ming dragged Bai Xiu to the shore, and after a while, he took the other party to the place where he had taken refuge from the cold.

Because he didn't know when the other party's breath would break, Mo Ming didn't dare to hesitate, and he didn't have time to put on his clothes, so he made some emergency treatment to Bai Xiu.

After a long while, Mo Ming was able to wipe off the water traces on his body, put on his clothes tremblingly, and looked at Bai Xiu's still pale face, with a smile on his face.

"It's your fate!"

Mo Ming said softly, after this simple first aid, the other party's breath was obviously heavier, and as it was placed next to the fire, the other party's stiff body gradually softened, and the vitality in the body was constantly recovering.

And after this treatment, Mo Ming also knew how the other party became like this, and he couldn't help but admire the other party in his heart.

Because under the white body, there are dozens of large and small wounds, although the wounds are washed white by the river, but there are a few openings in which you can see Sensen's white bones.

And if these wounds were placed on ordinary people, they would have been dead for a long time, and they don't know how the other party survived, and how long they floated in the river, and they could still have a breath.

After everything was dealt with, Mo Ming was ready to rest, he was already injured, and he swam back and forth in the icy river, even if his body was strong, he was a little unbearable after all, and in the process of saving Bai Xiu just now, the wound on his back collapsed, and a lot of blood flowed out.