Hu Zongquan laughed wildly again, and then his expression suddenly became ferocious. His hands were pinching the lotus seal. The only spiritual energy left in his body was circulating wildly. As a small blue sword gradually condensed, the sharp sword around him vibrated and made a sharp sound of swords.

In a blink of an eye, the sword condensed into a spherical shape, and then green lotus bloomed. A strange aura spread out. Chen Mo felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire, his heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were fixed. He saw that Hu Zongquan was at the critical moment of his spiritual technique. The spiritual power in his body surged out and poured into the bamboo water sword, which penetrated into Hu Zongquan's eyebrows.

Hu Zongquan's spiritual consciousness sensed, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart was so terrified that his left hand was blocking his heart. Although he relied on magic weapons to block the Zhushui Sword, his palm had been penetrated and he grabbed it hard, but when he saw it, he had pierced his forehead, and the faint blue spirit fire inside rushed to his face, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

Hu Zongquan moaned in pain, his expression suddenly became ferocious. Before the Qinglian Sword Technique could be completed, he controlled the sword's right palm and shouted loudly: "Go to die."

But just as his middle finger was about to pop out, an inch long dragon snake with barefoot and a dark blue pattern on his back climbed on Hu Zongquan's right palm and bit it hard.

A layer of ice crystal appeared all over Hu Zong's body and the outer layer of the small sword, and then it began to turn black.

Hu Zongquan was trapped in the ice crystal, condensed his spiritual power to the extreme, and finally broke the small sword, but the trajectory was slightly offset.

The small sword carried a strong sword energy and passed by three feet outside Chen Mo's right shoulder blade.

Although he did not hit Chen Mo, his entire right arm was scraped by the sword energy around him, and his flesh and blood flew across, revealing his thick white bones. His entire right arm drooped down instantly, and the strong pain almost made Chen Mo faint.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, and a feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart. Releasing the cold fire dragon snake made his cold fire poison explode again, and his internal and external troubles made him unable to move for a while and he was about to fall into a coma several times.

At this time, Hu Zongquan in the ice crystal struggled more and more weakly, and the body-protecting velvet completely lost its light. When his life was finally dead, he regretted it. Why didn't he take full advantage of his efforts at the beginning?

The dark blue spiritual fire burned half of Hu Zongquan's body, and the other half was covered with frost ice. The flesh and blood in the ice had turned black and turned into ashes.

Seeing that Hu Zongquan was finally dead, Chen Mo relaxed a little, took a pulp of meridian nourishing pill, slightly adjusted, and closed his left arm to bleed. Then he walked towards the pool of ashes left by Hu Zongquan.

Hu Zongquan Xi Jiange's generation is a top genius, and the Yangyuan Jue building foundations on ten levels, must have many good things in his monks.

With a sweep of spiritual consciousness, Chen Mo's expression moved, and a bag of sacks with exquisite array patterns on the surface of ice blue fell into his hands.

Since Hu Zongquan died, the spiritual mark on the monk was slowly dissipating, and Chen Mo broke it without much effort.

After a little investigation, Chen Mo felt that the dangers of the past few days were worth it.

The bag of paper alone is already worth a lot of money, with a space of hundreds of feet in a radius, which can be said to be a world inside. Not to mention that there are a large number of medium-grade spirit stones, cherishing spiritual plants and exquisite jade boxes.

Chen Mo was overjoyed, but he did not continue to investigate. Such a big noise in the Burial Sword Valley would definitely attract the attention of the cultivators. He should leave quickly now.

With the spiritual consciousness moving, the Chuanyun Boat appeared again. Chen Mo sat cross-legged in it, put down twenty medium-grade spirit stones, and drove the Chuanyun Boat to leave the Burial Sword Valley.

Half a day later, a remote mountain range in the State of Song Dynasty was blocked by heavy snow, and the ancient trees were vast. Chen Mo dug a cave to cover it with huge rocks and isolate it.

After swallowing a purple-nourishing pill, Chen Mo did not rush to find out the gains, but instead repaired his injuries while passing the past few days.

One of them is that when he met the female cultivator Kong Sang, he was too careless and did not see through his scheming of delaying time, so he almost fell into the hands of Hu Zongquan. If he took action next time, he would need to be more decisive, or set up an isolation ban.

The second is the enlightenment given to him by the Blood Spirit Pill. If he wants to get something, he must pay something. If he probably refuses to swallow the Blood Spirit Pill, he is afraid that he will die at this time. Although he is now seriously poisoned, his life will still be there.

As long as you save your life, you will always have a chance.

The third is that his cultivation is too low. If he were both a foundation building, how could he almost lose his life? Cultivation is cruel. Now that chaos is coming, we must quickly improve our cultivation.

After summarizing a few lessons in my heart, I began to take a closer look at my gains and losses.

The silver talisman given to him by the false pill elder was not used. This was the treasure he had in his box. As long as it was not the last moment of life and death, he would not use it easily.

The two thunderbolt talismans made were completely consumed. Now there is only one piece of talisman paper left. You still need to refine talisman paper, collect the blood of monsters or thunder fire vine liquid, and continue to draw the thunderbolt talisman.

The experience of fighting with Hu Zongquan also gave Chen Mo a new understanding of his power. According to his calculations, if he had three thunder talismans at that time, Hu Zongquan would have been killed 90% of them. If there were four, Hu Zongquan would have no power to fight back.

If it is a cultivator who is in the early stage of building foundation with the nine-story foundation of Qi training, one thunder talisman can definitely seriously injure him, and two thunder will die and disappear.

If the other party had a velvet to restrain the thunder, he would have to escape.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo was full of gratitude to Mr. Qin.

If there was no boat on the clouds this time, he would have no chance of life, but it would have caused the boat on the clouds to be greatly damaged, which is really heartbreaking.

The Zhushui Sword, which has made great contributions, is now damaged and its power has been reduced a lot.

The power of the heather vine spirit armor is no longer enough for him. If you refine it, you must at least cultivate the heather vine into a medium-grade one and make it into a robes to be useful.

It is worth mentioning that the Biye Spiritual Artifact can trap Hu Zongquan for a moment under the urging of the Wanmu Changchun Art. Although its power is not as powerful as a magic weapon, it is already above the spiritual weapon, which is a good harvest.

As for the spirit stones, talismans, etc., they have been consumed, and now all they have is the only one who has taken the sack of the monks from Hu Zongquan.

I took out the bag of paper and held it in my palm, and I could hardly feel any weight, and there was a subtle sense of coldness, as if I was holding a cloud of cold mist.

After exploring the spiritual consciousness into it and exploring it carefully, I realized that there were two thousand medium-grade spirit stones, but there was no one low-grade spirit stone. Obviously, Hu Zongquan did not take other cultivators into consideration the low-grade spirit stones that were spent a lot of time and had not obtained a few.

After sighing inwardly, Chen Mo continued to investigate.

In addition to medium-grade spirit stones, there are more than a hundred spiritual plants below the yellow-level precious species in the bag, several of which are also auxiliary materials for drawing thunderbolt talismans, and there are several bottles of monster bloodlines, but there are no thunder attributes.

After checking the yellow-level spiritual plants, Chen Mo's spiritual consciousness hit the rows of jade boxes.
Chapter completed!