Under the terrifying pressure between life and death, Mo He finally squeezed out a sliver of his potential and activated the Dao official seal in his hand.
The moment a golden light lit up, it collided with a red light. The moment the two lights intersected, a large area of fire appeared, covering everything within tens of meters around.
In an instant, the flames dissipated, revealing two figures standing in place.
The seal of the Taoist official in Mo He's hand has now fallen to his feet. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen. A hand has already penetrated there, directly piercing his body, but there is no blood It flowed out, because the hand that pierced his body carried a fiery force, which had scorched the wound.
Mo He could already imagine his own fate. Maybe in the next second, he would either be torn in two abruptly, or be burned by raging fire, and his body would be reduced to ashes.
Mo He raised his head and stared at Zhao Hu in front of him. He was lying on the ground at the moment, with both hands stretched forward at the same time, one of which pierced Mo He's abdomen, while the other froze there.
Although Zhao Hu was lying on the ground, he raised his head so that Mo He could see his ferocious expression. The mad killing intent in his eyes had already turned into flames that were about to burst out, and it seemed that he would burst out at any moment. break out.
All of a sudden, Mo He found that Zhao Hu's expression froze, and that the hand that could pierce his abdomen didn't have any.
Mo He saw that Zhao Hu, who was lying there, did not have the slightest ups and downs in his chest.
"He can't be, he's dead!" Mo He had such a thought in his heart, but then he couldn't believe it. He looked down at the wound on his abdomen, and Mo He took two steps back with difficulty.
The injuries on his body, coupled with the feeling of emptiness in his body, made Mo He feel that he could not lift up any strength now. Only the severe pain when he stepped back prevented Mo He from passing out directly.
With a soft step under his feet, Mo He fell to the ground, feeling his consciousness was in a trance for a while. In the trance, Mo He saw Zhao Hu lying there, his body suddenly ignited a slight flame, and then his whole body collapsed go down.
Mo He couldn't hold on any longer, the spiritual power in his body was consumed too much, and he finally fell into a coma completely.
When Mo He woke up again, he was already in a strange place. Seeing himself lying on a bed, Mo He knew that he had been rescued.
Mo He moved his hands and feet slightly, and Mo He felt the pain in his abdomen.
Mo He's injury this time was not serious. If he were an ordinary person, the other party would have died by now. As a cultivator, Mo He's injury was not fatal.
Feel the spiritual power in his body, it has not fully recovered now, Mo He closed his eyes again, and began to recover the consumed spiritual power in his body.
This time his spiritual power was consumed too badly, especially at the last moment, Mo He squeezed himself frantically, almost squeezed himself to the point where he was exhausted.
Mo He began to recover the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual energy of the surrounding world began to pour into Mo He's room. The person who saved Mo He soon realized that the person he rescued had woken up.
After Mo He recovered the spiritual power in his body and opened his eyes again, he heard the door open and a person walked in.
Mo He turned his head and saw the person walking in from the door. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, had a very old face, and walked very slowly.
"Senior Yuan, were you the one who saved me?" Mo He, the person who walked in from the door, had seen him before. He had attended both the Five Elements Temple and the Baijia Academy in Yuhe Mansion before, and he was a master of the Yin God realm.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you are welcome. When I arrived, you were in a coma, so I brought you back by the way. This is yours. Now that you have woken up, let's return it to its original owner!" Daoist Yuan looked at Mo He and smiled, with a kind expression on his old face, then waved his palm and placed a few things on Mo He's bedside.
Mo Heguang glanced over, and saw his storage bag, black jade bamboo staff, Taoist official seal, the crimson spirit bead and his dagger magic weapon, all of which were here.
"Thank you, Senior Yuan!" Seeing that he had a lot of things, Mo He could only express his gratitude to the other party again. He felt that this Senior Yuan had a good character. The river is really not very good to come back.
Of course, it's also possible that my stuff is so bad that others don't like it at all.
"You should continue to rest first. I have already dealt with the injuries on your body for you. You can do the rest by yourself!" After returning Mo He's things, Yuan Daochang continued to say a few words, then turned and left up.
When Mo He was left alone in the room, Mo He began to treat his injuries while recalling the scene before he passed out.
Before Mo He fell into a coma, he saw Zhao Hu's body collapsed, his body had become empty, his viscera and flesh and blood were gone, maybe he had been burned to ashes.
Looking down at the wound on his abdomen, Mo He suddenly felt in his heart that he was really lucky to survive, and it was indeed the case.
The inner alchemy and flesh and blood of the monster, together with a wonderful little supernatural power, forcibly raised Zhao Hu's cultivation to the realm of the Yin God, and at the same time gave him only one chance to fight with all his strength.
When Zhao Hu started to attack with all his strength, the internal organs and even the blood in his body began to gradually burn. During this process, Zhao Hu's strength will become stronger and stronger, and his mind will also become stronger. It becomes more and more impatient, but as the internal organs are burned out, it will suddenly win and decline in the end.
That's why at the very beginning, among Mo He's little magical powers, he could only use fireballs to bombard wildly, but after a period of time, he was able to forcibly break through Mo He's little magical powers.
It was also thanks to Mohe Shuimu Qinghua's supernatural powers that Zhao Hu spent a lot of time and Zhao Hu wasted a lot of time, and finally fell down at the most critical moment.
Zhao Hu's willpower is indeed very strong. At the last moment when the fuel was exhausted, he still delivered the final blow to Mo He. If he was given a breath or two, then, maybe He could really take Mo He to die together.
It's a pity that everything was a little bit worse after all, so Mo He survived, while Zhao Hu died.
After lying on the bed for the second day, although the injuries on his body had not fully recovered, Mo He was already able to tentatively get out of bed.
The effect of moisturizing aura is also quite good when used to recover from injuries.
After his injury improved, Mo He learned from Yuan Daochang that when he arrived that day, Zhao Hu's body had basically been reduced to ashes. Mo He didn't feel sorry or relieved for his fate, but only felt sorry for himself. reflection.
This time in the battle with Zhao Hu, Mo He discovered many shortcomings of himself. It was a fluke to survive this time, but Mo He did not dare to expect that he could be so lucky every time.
A mere Zhao Hu, I don't know what method he used to raise his cultivation base to the realm of the Yin God, and he was able to almost kill himself. Mo He didn't want to experience such a thing a second time, at least when he encountered it. In a similar encounter, one should have the ability to escape for one's life.
A few days later, the injuries on Mo He's body were no longer serious, and he was going to bid farewell to Daoist Yuan and return to Wangyue Mountain Green Plum Temple. This time, he encountered such a thing and was delayed for several days. Has anything happened these days
"Thank you, Senior Yuan, for your kindness in saving me. I am in good health. I am here today to bid farewell to Senior, and I am going back to Zi'an County. If Senior has any errands in the future, I am willing to do my best!" Mo He respectfully said to Daoist Yuan. .
No matter what this time, I owed a big favor, and I must repay it in the future.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you are too polite. The poor Taoist has already said that I just brought you back to let you recuperate for a few days. It's nothing more than a small effort, so don't take it to heart!" Daoist Yuan waved his hand at Mo He and said.
"Since fellow Daoist Mo returns his heart like an arrow, it's inconvenient for the poor Taoist to keep him. Don't worry, you help me send Daoist Mo out as a teacher!"
"Yes, Master!" Not far behind Yuan Daochang, a Daoist who looked about eight or nine years old said.
Hearing this, Mo He glanced at the Taoist boy, then bowed to Daoist Yuan again, turned around and walked outside.
This little Taoist boy is Daoist Yuan's disciple, and Mo He has met him several times in the past few days. His name is Wuyou, but contrary to his name, it is the sad look on his face that will never go away.
He is only eight or nine years old, and he looks very cute. It is estimated that when he is a little older, he will definitely be a handsome young man, but the expression on his face is full of sorrow, which is accurate. In fact, it can actually be called sadness, which is indeed a bit strange.
Mo He walked outside, and Wuyou, who was about to follow him out, smiled at him.
"I've been taking care of Senior Yuan for the past few days, and it's a lot of trouble for fellow Taoist Wuyou. If you have free time in the future, you can come to the Qingmei Temple in Wangyue Mountain, Zi'an County!"
Wuyou raised his head and looked at Mo He, his eyes seemed to reveal sadness, this emotion went straight to his mind, Mo He touched his eyes, and seemed to be able to feel the sadness in them.
"Thank you, Daoist Mo, if you have a chance in the future, you must go and ask for trouble!"
Wuyou's voice is quite normal, but when he speaks, his tone is very flat. Coupled with the unresolved sadness on his face, it really makes people feel that his voice has also become sad.
"Ahem, fellow Taoist Wuyou, actually, hey, forget it, see you again!" Mo He looked at Wuyou, and originally wanted to persuade him to smile more at ordinary times, but when he wanted to speak, suddenly paused.
I don't know what the other party has gone through, so that the young him has such sadness on his face, and said these rashly. Although it is a good intention, it is not necessarily for the other party, so forget it.
Swallowing what he wanted to say, Mo He turned around and left.
After Mo He left, Wuyou who was standing at the door did not turn back immediately, but stretched out his hand and pinched a formula, condensing an ice mirror in front of him.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Wuyou stretched out both hands, and raised the corners of his mouth, trying to make a smiling expression. This is the person in the mirror, but it seems to be even sadder!