Chapter 97: lucky

　　 Under the terrifying pressure between life and death, Mo He finally squeezed out a trace of his own potential, urging the Dao official seal in his hand.
　　 The moment a golden light was shining, it collided with a red light. At the moment when the two rays of light intersected, a large area of ​​fire appeared, covering the surrounding tens of meters.
　　 In an instant, the flames dissipated, revealing two figures standing in place.
The Taoist seal in Mo He's original hand has now fallen to his feet. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen, where a hand has been passed through and directly penetrated into his body, but there was no blood. Outflow, because the hand that pierced his body, with a fiery force on it, had already scorched the wound.
　　 Mohe can already imagine his fate, maybe in the next second, he will face either being torn in half abruptly, or being burned by the raging fire and turning his body to ashes.
　　 Mo He raised his head and stared at Zhao Hu in front of him. At this moment, he was lying on the ground, both hands stretched forward at the same time, one of them pierced Mo He's abdomen, while the other hand froze there.
Although Zhao Hu was lying on the ground, he raised his head so that Mo He could see his hideous expression. The crazy killing intent in his eyes had already turned into a few bursts of flames, which seemed to happen at any time. break out.
　　 Suddenly, Mo He discovered that Zhao Hu’s expression was stiff, and the hand that could pierce his abdomen didn’t have any.
　　Mohe saw that Zhao Hu, who was lying there, didn't have the slightest fluctuation in his chest.
　　 "He won't be, he's dead!" Mo He thought this way, 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 sense of emptiness in his body, made Mo He feel that he couldn't afford a trace of strength now. Only when he stepped back did the intense pain prevent Mo He from passing out directly.
Mo He fell to the ground, feeling a trance. In the dimness, Mo He saw Zhao Hu lying there, his body suddenly lit up with a slight flame, and then the whole body collapsed. Go down.
　　 Mohe couldn't hold it anymore, the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted too severely, and he finally fell into a coma completely.
　　 When Mo He woke up again, he was already in a strange place. Seeing him lying on a bed, Mo He knew that he had been rescued.
　　 Moved his hands and feet slightly, Mo He felt the pain in his abdomen.
　　 The injuries Mo He suffered this time were not minor. If he were an ordinary person, the opponent would have died long ago, and as a cultivator, Mo He’s injuries were not fatal.
　　 Feeling the spiritual power in his body, it hasn't fully recovered now, Mo He closed his eyes again, and began to recover the spiritual power consumed in his body.
　　 This time his spiritual power was consumed too severely, especially at the last moment, Mo He squeezed himself frantically, almost squeezing himself to a state of exhaustion.
　　Mohe began to recover the spiritual power in his body, and the surrounding heaven and earth began to pour into Mohe's room. The person who rescued Mohe soon noticed it and knew that the person he had rescued was already awake.
　　 After Mo He regained the spiritual power in his body, and soon he opened his eyes again, he heard the door open and someone walked in.
　　 Mo He turned his head and saw the man who walked in through the door. The man was wearing a cyan Dao robe, his face was very old, and his pace was very slow.
　　 "Senior Yuan, did you save me?" Mo He, who walked in from the door, had seen him. He had previously attended the Five Elements Temple and the Baijia School of Yuhe Mansion. He was a master of Yinshen realm.
"Friend Mo Dao is polite. When I arrived, you were in a coma, so I brought you back by the way. This is your thing. Since you have woken up, you should return to the original owner!" Dao Yuan looked at Mo He and smiled, with a gentle expression on his old face, and then with a wave of his palm, he placed a few things on Mo He's bedside.
　　Mo Heguang swept across, and he saw his storage bag, black jade bamboo stick, Taoist seal, the scarlet spiritual orb and his own dagger and magical instruments. They were all here.
"Thank you Senior Yuan!" Seeing that he had a lot of things, Mo He could only thank him again. He felt that Senior Yuan had a good character. If he met someone else, he would be greedy for these things. The river is really not good to come back.
　　 Of course, it's also possible that my own things are so bad that people don't like it at all.
"You should continue to rest first. I have already taken care of the injuries on your body. You can do the next thing yourself!" After Yuan Daochang returned Mo He's things, he continued to say a few more words and then turned around. Up.
　　 When Mo He was left alone in the room, Mo He began to deal with the injuries on his body, and at the same time recalled the scene before he was unconscious.
　　 Before Mo He fell into a coma, he saw Zhao Hu's body collapsed, and his body had become empty. The internal organs and flesh and blood were gone, maybe it was burned to ashes.
　　 Looking down at the wound on his abdomen, Mo He suddenly felt in his heart that he was able to survive. It was really a fluke, and it was true.
　　 The monster's inner alchemy and flesh and blood, coupled with a wonderful little supernatural power, forced Zhao Hu's cultivation to the Yinshen realm, and at the same time gave him only one chance to fight with all his strength.
When Zhao Hu started to make his best effort, the internal organs, even blood, in his body began to burn gradually. In this process, Zhao Hu's strength will become stronger and stronger, and his mind will become stronger. More and more irritable, but as the internal organs are burned out, in the end it will suddenly decline.
　　 This is why at the very beginning, among Mohe's little supernatural powers, he could only use fireballs to bombard wildly, but after a period of time, he could forcefully break Mohe's little supernatural powers.
　　 Thanks to Mo He Shuimu Tsinghua’s supernatural powers, Zhao Hu spent a lot of time, and Zhao Hu wasted a lot of time, and finally fell down at the most critical juncture.
Zhao Hu's willpower is indeed very strong. At the last moment when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dead, he still sends a final blow to Mo He. If he is given one or two more breaths, then maybe He could really drag Mo He to die together.
　　 It's a pity, everything is still a little too close after all, so Mo He survived, but Zhao Hu died.
　　 lay on the bed for the next day. Although the injury on his body has not fully recovered, Mo He can already tentatively get out of bed.
The effect of 　　 moisturizing aura is used to recover injuries, and the effect is quite good.
After his injury improved, Mo He learned from Yuan Daochang's mouth that when he arrived that day, Zhao Hu's body had basically turned to ashes. Regarding his fate, Mo He did not feel sorry or relieved, only to himself Reflection.
　　 In this battle with Zhao Hu, Mo He discovered many of his own shortcomings. It was a fluke to survive this time, but Mo He did not dare to expect that he would 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 Yin God, and he was able to almost kill himself. This kind of thing, Mo He didn’t want to experience it a second time, at least he was encountering it. In a similar encounter, you should have the ability to escape.
A few days later, Mo He’s injury was no longer a major problem, and he was going to say farewell to Yuan Daochang and return to the Qingmei Temple of Mochizuki Mountain. This time he encountered something like this and he was delayed outside for a few days. Has anything happened in the past few days?
"Thank you, Senior Yuan, for your kindness in saving you. I am already in good health. I am here today to say goodbye to the predecessors and prepare to go back to Zi'an County. If there is anything from the seniors in the future, the juniors are willing to do their best!" Mo He said respectfully to Yuan Daochang. .
　　 This time, no matter what, I owe a favor to an adult, and I must repay it in the future.
　　 "Friend Mo Dao is polite, Pang Dao has already said that, I just brought you back to let you rest for a few days, no more effort, don't worry about it!" Yuan Daochang waved his hand to Mo He.
　　 "Since Fellow Mo Dao is back home like an arrow, it is not convenient for the poor Dao to stay. No worries, you can send Dao Chang out as a teacher!"
　　 "Yes, master!" Not far behind Yuan Daochang, a Taoist boy who looked about eight or nine years old said.
　　 Mo He heard the words, took a look at the Dao Tong, then bowed and saluted Yuan Daochang again, turned and walked outside.
　　 This little Dao Tong is a disciple of Yuan Daochang. Mo He has seen him several times in the past few days. His name is Wuyou, but the opposite of his name is the melancholy look on his face.
Only eight or nine years old ~EbookFREE.me~ looks like a pink jade, very cute, it is estimated that when he gets older, he will definitely be a handsome young man, but the expression on his face is The sad look on his face can actually be called sadness, which is indeed a bit strange.
　　 Mohe walked outside, wanting to follow him out of worry-free, and smiled at him.
　　 "For the past few days, I have been taking care of Senior Yuan, and it has been a lot of trouble and worry-free fellow daoists. If you have free time in the future, you can come to Zi'an County to watch the green plums on Mochizuki Mountain!"
　　 Wuyou raised his head and looked at Mo He, his eyes seemed to show sadness, and this emotion went straight to his mind, Mo He could feel the sadness in his eyes as well.
　　 "Thank you Mr. Mo, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely come to ask for trouble!"
　　Worry-free voice is quite normal, that is, when he speaks, his tone is very flat. With the sadness on his face, it does make people feel that his voice has also become sad.
"Ahem, Daoist Wuyou, in fact, hey, forget it, goodbye!" Mo He looked at Wuyou, and wanted to persuade the other party to smile more often, but when he wanted to speak, he suddenly Paused.
　　 I didn't know what the other party had gone through, so that the young man had such sadness on his face, and he rashly said this. Although it was a good intention, it was not necessarily for the other party, so let it go.
　　 swallowed what he wanted to say, Mo He turned around and left.
　　 After Mo He left, Wuyou, who was standing at the door, did not immediately turn back. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pinched a magic trick, condensing an ice mirror in front of him.
　　 Looking at himself in the mirror, Wuyou stretched out both hands, raised the corners of his mouth, trying to make a smile, this is the person in the mirror, but it seems more sad!