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Chen Ye's breathing was also rapid, knowing that the Xiaodongtian was about to close for a moment, and when would he not leave? But his heart was filled with a suffocation, and he was suffocating to death without going up or down. He really didn't expect that this waste would stand up after being beaten like this. Are you really not afraid of death? His sarcasm and disdain in his sinister eyes turned into an obsession. He would not give up until he got Chen Mo's things.

"For the last time, give me the treasure." Chen Ye roared with a ferocious look. Although he didn't know what good things Chen Mo had, he must be an ordinary person, looking at his appearance.

Chen Mo looked at his arrogant attitude and was heartbroken, and was full of sorrow and laughed to the sky, and said in his heart: "He can bear any insult to himself. But don't violate my bottom line, that is my family. Even if I only have one breath, I will fight to the end."

He took out the jade box and took out the Red Flame Spirit Fruit.

"Ah? Is it the Red Flame Spirit Fruit?" Chen Ye looked over surprised. It was indeed a treasure, a good thing. He was so happy that he was about to rush over and grab it.

Chen Mo sneered, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he didn't need to endure it anymore. He raised his hand and swallowed the Red Flame Spirit Fruit and Blood directly.

Not frivolous, a despicable boy!

"Are you crazy?" Chen Ye was dumbfounded, his heart was shivering, and there was fear in his horror. An ant who was a first-level spiritual disciple dared to swallow the untreated red flame spirit fruit. It was like a firefly encountering fire. He produced fire poison to attack his heart, and violently burned his limited life, which was completely self-destructive. It didn't matter if he died, but this rare treasure was gone.

However, Chen Mo's undeadly seeking death completely angered him. Even if he devoured the Red Flame Spirit Fruit, so what? How long can the weak mysterious energy last? He is absolutely capable of trampling him to death like an ant.

"Beast, you are a waste of resources." Chen Ye's angry face shook, and the mysterious energy in the sea of ​​qi surged out along the meridians. A ray of hot fire-colored light wrapped around his palms. The strong wind rushed to Chen Mo and rushed towards his chest with a fierce blast.

Chen Ye's fierce and scorching palm wind rushed towards him, and Chen Mo raised his fist and greeted him, ready to fight to the end.

During the collision, Chen Mo's heart stinged, and his fists were not blocked. He was still slapped in the chest by Chen Ye. He was blown away by Chen Ye and fell to the edge of the stone platform. His legs were hanging over the air above the molten pool, and he was surrounded by dangers.

And his mysterious Qi Hai crazily raised the seedlings from his Qi Hai and helped grow and proliferated. Like a flame that suddenly burned in a pile of wood, attacking his whole body. His chest was constantly fluctuating violently, and the effect of the Red Flame Fruit began to explode.

At this time, the entire gust of wind poured in from the broken sky wall, rolling up the flying sand and stones, and flew across the sky. The small cave sky trembled violently, and the stones at the edge of the cave entrance fell one after another, blocking some of the cave entrances, and only half of the entrance was left.

"The waste, I actually took the second-grade rare treasure and stimulated the power of the spiritual medicine, but it was nothing more than Err."

Chen Ye scolded with a sinister look on his face, and even more proud of himself, he immediately stepped forward with a fierce and cruel attitude, trying to force Chen Mo to the molten pool, and he wanted to die without even a bone slag. It seemed that only in this way could he relieve the hatred in his heart.

Chen Mo endured the pain of burning flames, and with one hand he held the stone platform to prevent himself from falling into the boiling molten pool. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were cold and proud, but his face became more and more determined. He gritted his teeth and jumped onto the stone platform, his spine was as firm as a pillar, with a move of evergreen as a foundation, and his toes pierced into the rock like fibrous roots. The body of the straight and slightly arrogant young man was like a green tree facing the cold wind on the cliff.

Time is tight, Chen Ye wants to fight quickly, but fails to do one move. The brutal and destructive energy of the Flame Palm tries to destroy everything like a raging, draws a arc in the air, and cunningly attacks Chen Mo's temples directly.

But this time, Chen Mo did not take a step back, and his fists protected his head and sent forward. The fists and palms intersected, and the violent energy exploded violently between the fists, and a dull blasted through the void. The rocks under the two feet were also slightly shaken, and stone chips were scattered.

Under close collision, Chen Mo was like a green bamboo in a storm, tough and upright. The flesh, meridians, and internal organs of his arms were raging with violent impact. His blue shirt was broken at this time, with blood stains and strands of strands of being thrown up by the energy. Under the stimulation, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, and the gap in strength could not be easily smeared.

From the moment he swallowed the Red Flame Spirit Fruit, Chen Mo already knew that he was over. He was either beaten to death by the angry Chen Ye, or the fire poison erodes all internal organs and burns and dies of pain.

Although the Red Flame Spirit Fruit is a precious treasure of heaven and earth, many natural elixirs in this world will have fatal toxins if they are not processed. For example, the Red Flame Spirit Fruit contains a large number of fatal fire poisons. Even a fire-type mysterious energy practitioner like Chen Ye can never withstand this fire poison.

The extremely painful burning sensation had spread throughout Chen Mo's internal organs. Every moment and every breath inside his body was burning with flames.

At the same time, the powerful medicinal properties of the Red Flame Spirit Fruit also began to work, burning his blood vessels and meridians.

Moreover, this medicine is of fire, which is completely different from the Qingmu Art practiced by Chen Mo. This instead accelerates Chen Mo's way of killing death.

Chen Mo knew that he was inseparable from his eyes, his eyes roared red and rushed forward like a beast. From his lungs, the fire poison that rushed to the surface of his body formed a thin layer of flame-like red mist.

Even if he dies, he will still drag Chen Ye to death. If he hadn't forced himself like this, he would have been able to cure his elder brother's legs.

Chen Ye shouted violently, and rose up, like a goshawk, and a raging flame ignited on his right arm, spinning around in the void, and with the power of Mount Tai, his right palm hit Chen Mo violently.

But this palm obviously did not have a significant effect. Driven by Chen Mo's instinct, his body was filled with violent fire energy. He resisted Chen Ye's attack head-on, and only broke his two chest ribs and squirted out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Ye was sprayed with passionate blood, and the blood containing the fire poison immediately began to burn his skin. The pain and fear made him scream. But his nightmare was obviously just beginning, and Chen Mo rushed over to his back and hugged him in the waist.

Chen Mo's meridians were bulging and splitting, and the manic fire energy was torn violently, and the hot breath spread inside his body. The body exploded, and the manic fire energy burst out.

He hugged Chen Ye tightly, his spine stood upright, his feet and toes pierced into the cracks of the rocks at different angles.

Another defensive move was tens of thousands of years old, but this time, his hands were entangled with Chen Ye like vine tentacles, and he carried him to take root on the spot.

Aside from the poison of the fire poison in Chen Mo's body, the manic but pure spiritual liquid temporarily increased his strength by a huge margin. In addition, Chen Ye was locked and unable to move, and was confused. He let him struggle again and again, but he seemed to be entangled by a thousand-year-old ancient vine and could not get rid of his body.

Chen Ye's eyes burst out in fear, his liver and gallbladder were broken, and he kicked his heels hard, and he could not break free from Chen Mo's clamp. Seeing that the small cave sky was in danger and was about to collapse at any time, the entrance of the cave also contracted to half of it. If he didn't go out, he would be buried here.
Chapter completed!