Although these sword energy were shot out, they lost their accuracy in extreme anger, Chen Mo was also shocked. He knew that this middle-aged cultivator had a very high level of cultivation, but he never expected that he could release the sword energy from the air. This should be a means that only cultivators above the seventh level of Qi training can use!

But the aura of the middle-aged cultivator is definitely not above the seventh level of Qi training, otherwise he would not have to use him to pick the Blue Flame Fruit...

Chen Mo was in a messy mind. He didn't expect that the enemy would have this trick. Could it be that God was destined to escape this disaster?

Unexpectedly, his thoughts were not broken, but the sword energy suddenly dissipated at a distance of four or five feet from him, making Chen Mo breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't have time to think deeply about what was going on? Chen Mo's face suddenly twisted.

Blue Flame Fruit...!

It turned out that the powerful fire spiritual power of the Blue Flame Fruit finally overflowed at this time, burning along Chen Mo's throat and entering his abdomen and dantian.

The spiritual fire is fierce, and although the frost spiritual liquid has the effect of protecting the body, it is far from withstand the burning of this spiritual fire.

Chen Mo was in danger and knew that the situation was in danger. He hurriedly used Yangyuan Jue to wrap the flames with the spiritual power refined by Yangyuan Jue and control the flames to ease the danger at this moment.

However, the blue flame fruit contains the vast and fierce spiritual fire, so how could Chen Mo's weak spiritual power be wrapped? Soon, a few strands of spiritual fire burned through the spiritual power of protecting the vein and poured into Chen Mo's spiritual vein dantian. If it weren't for the cold frost spiritual liquid forming a protective layer in the spiritual vein dantian, I'm afraid that Chen Mo's spiritual vein dantian would have been destroyed more than half of it and would have become a useless person who would never have the possibility of cultivation.

But this protection is only temporary. If this continues, within half a quarter of an hour, Chen Mo's spiritual power and the medicinal power of the cold frost spiritual liquid in his body will be exhausted, and he will be burned to death by the spiritual fire.

This was completely beyond Chen Mo's expectations. He never expected that the spiritual fire contained in the Blue Flame Fruit was so fierce that he almost swallowed the entire bottle of frost spiritual liquid, but could not even last for half a quarter of an hour.

Now that things have come to this point, Chen Mo knew that panic was useless. The more critical it was, the calmer his heart was, the clearer his mind became, and thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.

"I am fifteen feet away from the middle-aged cultivator. The sword energy of the middle-aged cultivator does not seem to be real sword energy. It should be the first method of skill, so the attack range is only seven or eight feet, not more than ten feet. If a middle-aged cultivator wants to attack himself, he must walk onto this dangerous thin rock layer."

"When looking at the middle-aged cultivator's face, his face flushed, it seemed that the few sword energy he had just emitted had consumed a lot of money on him. Without recovery, it would be impossible for him to emit continuous sword energy again."

"In this way, he has to get closer to me to kill me and get the Blue Flame Fruit."

"When he gets closer, I will be able to take out the blue flame fruit from my mouth in time."

"Only in this way can you avoid being burned to death by the spirit fire..."

"Just how can he take the risk at this moment? Instead of deliberately delaying time, I can't hold on for that long..."

Because he was calm and clear in his heart, Chen Mo could judge the situation clearly for a moment, and even guessed the methods of middle-aged cultivators.

It’s just that time is endless. In this crisis, there is no need to hesitate too much. If you want to save your life, you have to take risks.

At the same time, a stinging pain came from the body. Half of the medicinal power of the Frost Spirit Liquid had been consumed. Staring at the middle-aged cultivator who was still ten feet away, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and stopped hesitating. He pretended that he had been burned to death and staggered towards the middle-aged cultivator in a mad manner...

But after not taking two steps, he pretended to be unable to support his physical strength and suddenly fell to the fragile thin rock layer. With a crisp sound, a two-foot-long crack appeared in the gray rock layer under Chen Mo's knees.

"Damn little beast." Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man shouted wildly, and Chen Mo's back was also full of hair. The kneeling just now seemed casual, but in fact, Chen Mo had practiced several times in his heart and deliberately controlled his strength.

But I didn't expect that I could use too much force, and streams of magma surged from the crack, which made Chen Mo extremely painful. If the force was a little more intense, I was afraid that I had fallen into the magma...

The situation is not too bad now, but we must forcibly endure the burning pain of the magma and continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

Seeing Chen Mo's situation, the middle-aged cultivator's face was as gloomy as if water could drip out. He thought to himself: "This kid is probably burned to the point of being unconscious. If he lets him go crazy and toss, the rock formation will sooner or later break. If this brat falls into the magma, the blue flame fruit will fall as well. This opportunity will probably become the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror."

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Little beast, do you think the blue flame fruit is so easy to swallow? I will definitely crush your bones and ashes after a while."

As he spoke, he quickly leaned towards Chen Mo, but although he was fast, he was actually extremely careful. After all, his cultivation level of the third level of Qi training was not enough to withstand the hot magma.

At this time, the burning sensation in Chen Mo's body increased a little more. Time was so urgent that when he saw the middle-aged cultivator finally took the bait, Chen Mo ignored the pain in his body, pretended to be more crazy and stupid, stood up staggeringly, and approached the middle-aged cultivator with a crazy cry of pain.

After a moment, the distance between the two was less than three feet. Chen Mo, who had been calculating and controlling everything, knew that the time was coming, so he looked like he could no longer bear it, screaming like crazy, shaking his body, his feet became more and more messy, and finally he tilted his feet, and it seemed that he was about to fall into the magma...

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged cultivator's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't care about his care and suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Chen Mo.

He knew in his heart that if Chen Mo was allowed to fall into the magma, everything would be in vain.

Looking at the middle-aged cultivator running towards him, Chen Mo glared at him, and how could he look like he was crazy?

"It's now!"

As soon as the thought came, Chen Mo's hand was raised and shot out three beetail needles with lightning speed.

"Poison needle!"

The middle-aged cultivator's face turned pale in an instant, and even the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At this time, he flew into the air. The old power had just left, and the new power had not yet emerged, so it was difficult to use force to avoid it. The only way was to activate the spiritual power and shake the poison needle.

But urging spiritual power requires exertion. If so, the force will be insufficient and the rock formation under your feet will be fragile...

But the situation could not tolerate too much hesitation. The poison needle was instantly pressed in front of me. The middle-aged cultivator dared not try poison with his body. In a hurry, he had to raise his sleeves and activate his spiritual power to shatter the poison needle.

Seeing this, Chen Mo raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Although the beetail needle was shattered, the middle-aged cultivator did not know the key to the needle. If it shattered, it would only allow the venom hidden in the poison needle to be released faster and there was no way to avoid it.

There was a dull sound of "dong". At this time, the middle-aged cultivator had already landed heavily. He had tried his best to quickly stop his strength, but time was in a hurry. When it landed, the rock formation at the left corner was also shattered at the same time. The middle-aged cultivator staggered, and his left leg inevitably fell into the hot magma, making a tragic cry of pain.
Chapter completed!