Chapter 40: Broken sky

Shortly after the entrance of the medicinal herbs, Qin Mo felt a violent burning sensation from his body, and the medicinal medicine seemed to turn into a flame that ignited the blood of his body.
Qin Mo stood in the same place, clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes looked red at the man in front.
The man stared at Qin Mo with his eyes fixed. He saw the face of Qin ink rising red. His face showed a slightly mad smile. He raised the jade bottle in his hand and laughed loudly: "Haha, success. That's it, your blood will burn slowly and then flow out of your body..."
Having said that, his words were awkward, his brows were wrinkled, and he pulled the arm of Qin Mo. "Why would there be no blood flowing out of your body? This is impossible!"
He once again looked at Qin Mo, and he still saw that the whole body was red. The white clothes on his body did not show any signs of blood staining. The hands waved awkwardly, slamming in the direction of Qin Mo, and the mouth was nervous. Said, "If you fail again, how can you fail again?"
The flame in the blood seems to be burning more and more prosperous, Qin Mo's body is extremely painful, and he is so pushed, the spirit is somewhat stunned, and suddenly fell to the ground.
The man said this, his expression changed, he threw the jade bottle in his hand on the ground, only to hear the sound of "squeaky", the jade bottle shattered, and the baby's unusual red-hot medicine was rolled on the ground. Circles, did not care if it was stained with dust. After falling the remedy, he was particularly uneasy. He kicked a kick at the side of the boy who called the "small slave" and said: "Roll!"
The young man trembled but did not dare to say anything. He quickly stood up from the ground and glanced at Qin Mo, who was in a bad state. He hesitated and bent to lift him from the ground and immediately left.
Back in the former hut, the juvenile movement gently put Qin ink on the bed, but the mouth sneered coldly: "You still have to adapt to this as soon as possible." After he finished, he left the room without hesitation. .
He just disappeared, and the figure of the little fox appeared on the bed. He looked at Qin Mo’s red body and painful appearance. He stretched his claws and patted the hot cheeks of Qin ink. The mouth screamed seriously:
Qin Mo, Wash your blood with a thunderfire immediately!"
Looking at Qin Mo's unresponsive look, the little fox's eyes are full of anxious colors, and the tone has become irritable: "Qin Mo!"
Qin Mo’s body is extremely painful, and he can’t move in the bed, but his knowledge is exceptionally clear.
Listening to the words of the little fox clearly, Qin Mo endured severe pain, let the body act according to what the little fox said. The thunder fire in Dantian violently burned in an instant, and then slowly ignited in the blood along the consciousness of Qin Mo.
At the moment, there is a red flame in the blood of Qin Mo burning in the burning. It seems to feel the breath of thunder and fire. The flame is fierce and high, forming a huge python in the blood of Qin Mo. The shape, the head is high, the scarlet eyes are looking straight at the direction of the thunder, and greet the direction of the thunder. Thunderfire is also entangled with it without fear.
At the moment of the confrontation with the thunder fire, the flame that was originally burning extremely strong was suddenly wilted. After all, the thunderfire was the fire of the world, and the flame produced by the medicinal medicine was no more magical than the power of the thunder.
It seems that I was aware of the critical situation at the moment. I had already shrunk into a small flaming flame, and I wanted to follow the blood to the deepest part of the body of Qin Mo.
Seeing this, the thunderstorm was full of purple light, and the flame was quickly wrapped in it. Just when the thunderfire was about to extinguish the flame, a black undercurrent emerged from behind it, turning into a thin silky black line. The thunder fire was tightly trapped. This black silk-like body is the condensed soul Dan that the mysterious man had given to Qin Mo. It has been lurking in the depths of Qin Mo's blood, and at this moment gave the Thunder fire a heavy blow.
The three forces fought in the body of Qin Mo, and for a time there was some stalemate. However, the power of the thunderfire can not be underestimated, the three only a slight stalemate for a moment, the thunderfire will once again prevail. The original red flame and the black silk wire were turned into a pale green liquid into the blood of Qin Mo under the thunderfire.
Upon contact with this pale green liquid, Qin Mo’s originally painful body was somewhat relieved.
The little fox stood by Qin Mo's side and watched Qin Mo's body flashing purple, red and black light from time to time, and his heart became more anxious.
After a long time, I saw that there was a flash of green light on Qin Mo. His original frowning brow slowly relaxed, and the red cheeks gradually recovered.
Seeing this situation, the little fox couldn't help but breathe out a sigh of relief. Although it knew that there was a thunder fire in the body of Qin Mo, it could not help but see the painful touch on the surface of Qin Mo.
The footsteps from far and near came from the ear, and the little fox walked into the poetry bag.
The teenager who had been away for a long time stood at the bed of Qin Mo again. He watched Qin Mo still have some reddish complexion. He took out a blue bamboo tube from his arms, and then placed the opening of the bamboo tube in Qin Mo. At the mouth, there is a clear liquid slowly flowing out of it.
Looking at Qin Mo’s unconsciously drinking these liquids, the boy’s face showed a mocking smile:
It’s really cheap, but it’s a pity that these clear jade...

Looking at Qin Mo has recovered his normal face, he took back the bamboo slip and emphasized: "I don't want to save you, but living for me is a good thing."
What happened to the outside world, Qin Mo did not know at all. As the pale green liquid blended into his blood, his knowledge was dragged into a confined space.
Qin Mo’s attitude is not too busy, and he has been in the realm of cultivation for so long. He has clearly understood that this is his space of knowledge. At this moment, his surroundings were covered by a circle of lavender flames, which seemed fierce, but did not hurt Qin Mo.
Qin Mo gently touched the flame at hand, and the flame seemed to be like a savvy person, licking his palm and feeling the familiar atmosphere from the flame. Qin Mo knew that this was his Dantian. Thunder fire.
At this moment, the thunder slammed and moved slowly from the middle. A figure appeared in this quiet space.
Qin Mo’s eyes glanced at this space, which belongs to his independent space. There should be no other people here, and who is in front of him.
The purple robes of the man fell on the thunder fire, but they were not destroyed by the purple fire. The corners of the clothes were piled up on top of the flame, like a blooming flower.
The man's eyebrows gradually became clear at this moment. He was black and black, holding a long sword and standing alone. The proud gesture seemed to be stepping on the foot of the whole world.
Qin Mo recognized him at a glance. This man was the man he saw when he accepted the inheritance in the secret of Huang Tian.
He looked at Qin Mo like this. After a while, he raised the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed to the direction of Qin Mo, and he slammed it against Qin Mo: "The first style of breaking the sword - the wind!" The man's voice is not big, but this moment is like resounding in the ear of Qin Mo, so that he can hear clearly.
Even in the space of the gods, Qin Mo can feel the turbulence contained in the sword. His body did not move, only fixedly watching the long sword smashed into the eyes.
When Jian Mang arrived in front of Qin Mo, he instantly made a touch of air, as if he had never existed before.
"It's too weak." Looking at Qin Mo, the man sighed low and slowly dissipated in the flame.
Qin Mo stood still in the same place for a moment, then his right hand grip, a long sword appeared in his hand, the long sword forward, the one that was used by the man was the first style of the broken sword, and his slightly The low voice slowly drifted into the air: "It is really too weak."
The broken sword used by Qin Mo was only its starting position. It can concentrate the aura of heaven and earth, and its power is enormous, but it still can't match the first style of breaking the sword. This first name is called the wind, and its power is to be able to release the gathered heaven and earth aura in a powerful way.
In the space of the gods, Qin Mo simply could not feel the passage of time. When his sword finally got a bit of power, he put away the sword in his hand.
He should wake up now, even if it is only a state of consciousness at the moment, Qin Mo also feels that his cultivation has been upgraded during this time. He can't help but scream, is this a blessing in disguise?
Qin Mo just opened his eyes and saw the teenager sitting on another bed in the room. He was now applying ointment to his wrist.
There was a long wound on his wrist. The wound seemed to be hurt by a special blunt instrument. Even if he was a self-cultivator, the wound could not heal for a while and could only be cured by wound medicine.
Qin Mo’s brow slightly wrinkled and asked:
What happened to you?
Perhaps it was because he was unconscious for a long time, his voice was hoarse.
When I heard the voice of Qin Mo, the boy was shocked, and then his eyes sank. He looked at Qin Mo and some yin and yang whispered: "You haven't died yet?" Seeing Qin Mo's line of sight has been concentrated on his hand, his darkness The pupil was slightly shrunk, and immediately thought of something, and snorted: "You don't have to look at it, you will be like this in the future!"
It seems to be the feeling of doubt in the eyes of Qin Mo. He stood up straight, letting the blood flow out from the wound, and even dyed his sleeves, and smiled sullenly: "Oh, you think Liu Zhongchi The drug slave is so good. As a drug slave, you not only have to try the medicine, but also constantly provide your own flesh and blood to let him go to the medicine!"
After saying this, his black scorpion once again restored the appearance of the previous death, casually wrapped a wound on the wrist, no longer look at Qin ink, eyes stand empty.