There will be such a big change in this breakthrough. Chen Mo guessed that one is that the spiritual energy in his body is calcined by spiritual fire, pure and condensed, and has a deep foundation; the other is this Blood Spirit Pill.

There was spiritual fire in his body. After taking this Blood Spirit Pill, the power of the Blood Spirit Pill was increased to a certain extent, allowing Chen Moxin to open up the six-level small circulation of Qi training that was too much stronger than other small circulations.

But good fortune is caused by misfortunes, and increasing cultivation is a good thing, but this also means that the cold fire poison formed in his body at this time is several times stronger and more difficult to eradicate, and the time for the cold fire poison to occur is greatly shortened.

Finally, Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, a strange dragon snake passed by his eyes like lightning.

Chen Mo's spiritual consciousness moved, and the phantom shot out like lightning and hit the thunderstone wood several feet away on the opposite side.

The surface of the thunder stone wood suddenly condensed and frozen it. The xylem part of it turned black in a blink of an eye and turned into ashes. In just a short while, the thunder stone wood, which was as hard as spiritual armor, was eroded into a large hole, and it fell into pieces, hitting the branches of some thunder stone wood, making a broken crack sound.

But immediately afterwards, Chen Mo's face turned red and blue, his face twisted, and his body spasmed slightly, making him look extremely weird.

After a while, Chen Mo recovered. Although there was already a cold fire poison in his body, he was now at the sixth level of Qi training and could finally refine the Thunderbolt Talisman.

Take out a stack of talisman paper from the monk, with six pieces in total, white in color, all made of spreading cattail grass.

Looking at the six pieces of talisman paper, Chen Mo's murderous intent filled his heart: "Hu Zongquan, I will give you a big surprise this time."

After making a seal, a piece of green talisman paper floated in the void. Chen Mo brought up the talisman pen, dipped it in the thunder fire vine, and began to draw it.

With the previous understanding and foundation, Chen Mo was quite easy to draw at this time, but he had not drawn it completely. After consuming three pieces of white talisman paper, Chen Mo drew it into the first thunder talisman.

At that moment of Fu Cheng, Jian Gu was buried, and thousands of thunder and stone trees all had a slight thunder and lightning power surged towards Chen Mo.

When Chen Mo looked at the thunder talisman that was as light as a feather in his palm but with white light flowing on the surface, he became more confident.

Three days have passed in a blink of an eye. Perhaps because of the gathering of Feng Shui in the Burial Sword Valley, there is some shielding effect. Hu Zongquan just found this place today.

Above the valley, Hu Zongquan drifted his sword and looked at Chen Mo who was no longer running away a dozen feet away, and sneered: "Why, I won't run away, I've figured it out and prepared to surrender to me."

At this time, Hu Zongquan's eyes had long lost the previous praise, but a trace of anger appeared, and his words were filled with jokes and coldness.

He was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and even built the foundation with the ten-story Yang Yuan Jue. He chased a small cultivator who had cultivated Qi and used all his strength, but he mobilized many forces, and even made this little slippery escape again and again.

Originally, he had the intention to take Chen Mo into his subordinate, but at this moment he just wanted to capture Chen Mo, use the soul searching technique, and seize his secret. He just thought of the silver talisman Hu Zongquan narrowed his eyes slightly

Chen Mo stood proudly among the thunder and stones. The mountain wind blew, his torn clothes and armor were shaking, and his eyes were filled with cold light, looking directly at Hu Zongquan's eyes, without any fear.

After hearing Hu Zongquan's words, Chen Mo suddenly smiled: "Do you know what the name is here?"

"Burning the Sword Valley is to bury your sword-washing gang's Sword Valley." He pointed to a thunderstone tree behind him.

The three words "Burning Sword Valley" on the Thunder Stone Wood are extremely large, with a bit crooked and the carved marks are very new, and there are still wood chips on it, which are obviously just carved.

Looking at the dazzling big words, Hu Zongquan was so angry that his face turned blue and his eyes were stern. A small Qi-training cultivator dared to tease him.

For a moment, the breath around his body rippled slightly and his spiritual power began to roll, but the next moment, Hu Zongquan suddenly woke up, and then realized that this boy was intentionally irritating him and disturbing his mind.

Previously, he tried to plant the seeds of inner demons in Chen Mo's heart and control his mind, but he saw through it.

I didn't expect this kid to learn very quickly, so I gave him another trick today, trying to mess with him.

I have to say that Chen Mo is indeed amazing. If time goes by, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not become a role like Ye Piaoling. With his meticulous thoughts and ruthless decisive nature, once he grows up, the level of danger will be even higher than that of Ye Piaoling.

Thinking of this, Hu Zongquan became more determined to kill.

Seeing that Hu Zongquan was almost awake at once and did not give him any chance to attack, Chen Mo sighed inwardly. Hu Zongquan is indeed worthy of one of the three heroes of Chen. If this plan fails, let's fight hard there.

The next moment, Chen Mo suddenly circulated his spiritual power, and faced such a strong enemy, he had to take the lead.

The spiritual power in his body flowed. With a stomp on his right foot, the spiritual power in his body instantly scattered everywhere. Six fireballs suddenly appeared in front of him, all the size of fists, and a ray of blue was burning in the red flames. Their power increased by several times more than the fireball technique a few days ago.

The surrounding air heated up sharply, and flew out with lightning speed, roasting six traces in the vast snow, and the heat steeped, revealing the dark scorched earth.

Hu Zongquan raised his eyebrows. The little Qi practitioner had such a spiritual fire. He was shocked and suspicious at the same time.

Lift your arm lightly and spread your right palm. The movement seems slow, but it is extremely fast.

The cultivation level in the foundation-building stage is rapidly operating, and I don’t know how many times more spiritual power than Chen Moxiong’s mother is injected into my palm like a surging river.

In a blink of an eye, a white light ball condensed in diameter about a meter, and then instantly became a foot-sized size. Then, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came from inside.

The light ball gradually became transparent, and the sword energy that looked like a thin needle could be seen trembling continuously. Hu Zongquan suddenly clenched his fists, facing the back of his hand inward, and his palm towards Chen Mo. Even though the breath inside was more than ten feet away, Chen Mo clearly felt that a sharp aura suddenly emanated.

Chen Mo felt awe-inspiring and did not dare to rely solely on the fireball technique. It was time to activate the laid-off hand. The seal in his hand changed and the Wanmu Changchun Art was used.

Although the Wanmu Changchun Art is a spiritual planting technique, it is also an attacking spiritual art. At this time, what Chen Mo could understand is to increase the power of spiritual planting and refining spiritual weapons.

The spiritual technique was played, and the spiritual consciousness moved. In an instant, a blue light lit up in the snow near Hu Zongquan. Then hundreds of babies' arms were as thick as dark green vines gushed out like snakes, wrapping up towards Hu Zongquan.

Although Hu Zongquan noticed something strange in an instant, the vine was stretched out too fast and too close to him. Moreover, he was using spiritual skills, and he could not dodge for a while and was entangled by the vine.

At this time, the fireball technique had arrived. Hu Zong's full color darkened and suddenly opened his palm. The thin needle sword energy condensed in his palm, which was as dense as pear blossoms, instantly cut a funnel-shaped hole in front of him. Under the urging of his spiritual consciousness, it impacted the spiritual fire into a starry flame.
Chapter completed!