Chapter 113: The Master Arrives to Save

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  "Huh!" Chen was speechless, could this be another form of concern from the mysterious girl? Looking at her again, she still had a frosty demeanor, expressionless.

  Just now, Chen Mo also understood that the demon soul without a body must be attached to the magic slaughter, and the magic cauldron with the dense demonic energy was its temporary residence. He wanted to take advantage of Ming Youlian's serious injury and seize her body by taking advantage of the void.

  Clutching his fists, Chen Mo walked over with a cold smile: "Daring demonic soul, how dare you attempt to occupy the body of the Underworld Immortal? If I don't blow up your lair today, it will be hard to dispel the hatred in my heart."

  The demon soul was enraged, and the turtle had just provoked itself. You little brat is here again? This mockery even comes with a rotating lineup? I, the king, have lost my physical body, which is already tragic enough. With great difficulty, I finally got a chance to be reborn, but I still have to be bullied like this?

  Furious, the cold and bloodthirsty creature let out a loud roar of anger, "You little brat, how dare you ruin my good deed? Do you know who I am? I will extract your living soul, refine it into a soul lantern, light it for three thousand years, and make you suffer endless torture."

  The demon's soul was in the magic cauldron, baring its teeth and brandishing its claws, with a resentful and poisonous red eye staring at Chen Mo.

  "Hmph, still daring to call yourself the king? You're quite bold for a lone soul without a body. Don't you know what shame is?" Amidst Chen Mo's mocking tone, a burst of brilliant and profound aura exploded with the force of shattering the four seas and eight wildernesses, and blasting through the nine heavens and the vast expanse. He charged towards the magic cauldron on the altar, shouting: "Today, I'll teach you how to be a proper lone soul, you little scoundrel!"

  "Extremely swift and fierce, with a majestic aura. As it passed through the body of the Crimson Flame King, it ruthlessly trampled on him. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, it kicked off the ground and soared into the air. Lifting one foot, it kicked towards the Magic Cauldron."

  As the dying Red Flame King spewed out a sky full of blood flowers at the same time.

  A loud, dull thud. The magic cauldron shook violently as if it had struck the great bell of the primordial chaos, and the massive force sent the column of magical energy above it scattering instantly, causing the iron chains suspending the young boys and girls to shake wildly.

  The small crack on the magic cauldron suddenly cracked into a large gap, and the magic cauldron shattered into two halves in an instant. The flames inside the cauldron were extinguished with a swoosh.

  As the demonic tripod shattered, the demonic soul attached to the demonic energy floated into the air. Its scarlet eyes were filled with evil and violent energy. In its demonic claws, a purple flame burst forth in an unprecedented manner. With a shrill cry, it gathered the remaining demonic energy on the altar and surged towards Chen Mo like a massive wave, wailing: "You little brat, you've gone too far! I'll fight you to the death!"

  This ghostly thing without a body, heaven knows what kind of sinister power it has? How can one be careless about it.

  Chen Mo immediately activated the Golden Bell Shield, and the golden light shone brightly in the dark demonic energy.

  Dark magic filled the air. It came pouring down from all directions, enveloping Chen Mo in an instant. The purple flame at the tip of the demon's finger was directed at Chen Mo's body, and he thought to himself that he would first torture this ignorant little brat, letting him taste the agony of a living hell.

  "You stinky brat. First, let you taste the punishment of hellfire."

  Before Chen Mo's eyes, in an instant, a scarlet and crimson glow burst forth, a strange and eerie red light rushing towards him. This was the flame from hell, tongues of fire licking out to melt the golden bell cover.

  The golden bell cover can block the invasion of evil spirits, but it cannot block the scorching flames. The flames penetrated through the golden bell cover and slowly roasted his body, all the moisture was dried up, blisters appeared on the skin surface, those scars that had already healed cracked open again, fresh blood seeped out once more.

  Seeing Chen Mo covered in blood, Ming You Lian's cold eyebrows shot up, her fingertips deeply piercing into her palm without realizing it. But she was helpless against this.

  The proud demon soul let out a sinister laugh, its shadow trembling with rage. The demonic energy was used to the extreme, and hellfire erupted around Chen Mo in an instant, forming a blazing inferno. The demon sneered repeatedly: "You little brat, let me show you that even if I'm just a lonely ghost, I'm not someone you can trample on at will."

  Chen Mo had almost become a bloody man, with sweat beads rolling down his forehead and instantly evaporating in the heat wave. The degree of injury to his skin was constantly worsening, and each new flame that came would scorch another layer on top of the original wound, making the pain even more severe.

  Endless and unrelenting pain, like a thousand needles piercing the flesh, burning away a person's soul and will, slowly and cruelly incinerating them.

  Facing the intense pain, Chen remained silent, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. In the sea of consciousness, a small tender branch swayed, exuding a misty green liquid that formed a circle of vibrant green light. With a "whoosh", it spread out instantly, covering the skin along the meridians, blood vessels, and flesh.

  The scorching flames that had been burning silently seemed to have jumped into an icy water, and his entire body felt a refreshing coolness. Suddenly, he felt that his meridians and physique had become even stronger, just like refined steel tempered in the fire, those hellish flames were actually his wonderful formula for refining his body and strengthening his bones.

  Chen Mo, feeling greatly relieved, stood up straight and looked at the arrogant Magic Soul with a mocking expression, saying: "You don't even believe you're a lonely ghost, with your little skills, you can only scratch an itch for me, can your power be any greater?"

  The demon's soul was shocked and stunned. The deep, mysterious red eyes were filled with disbelief. This was the demonic hellfire of the demon clan, which not only destroyed human flesh but also incinerated souls. How did this kid, who had just been burned to the brink of death, suddenly become immune to fire? What on earth was going on here?

  In a fit of rage, the demon king howled again and strengthened the hellfire: "You little brat, as you wish, don't cry out, wail, or beg me to give you a quick death later."

  "A bit more, just a bit more." Chen Mo's face was relaxed, enduring the erosion of the hellfire. However, in his heart, he couldn't help but secretly smile wryly. Although the effect of tempering his body was pretty good, the amount of green liquid contained within the Divine Tree of Light was limited after all. If this continued, he would eventually be burned to a crisp.

  Jian De Xiao Ba hid aside, accumulating momentum for a sneak attack, while Chen Mo secretly threw him a glance.

  Xiao Ba smiled smugly, but at the critical moment, didn't he still have to rely on Big Brother to cover for him? Suddenly, it soared into the air with a graceful posture, "Bihai Nuta", transforming into a water pillar that shot out towards the purple flame core.

  At the same time, Chen Mo also rose into the air, and the Bright Mystical Qi was urged to its extreme, a punch burst out, fiercely and violently smashing towards that purple flame core.

  The two brothers worked together in harmony.

  A loud crash.

  The demonic flames that filled the sky were like snow meeting a fierce sun, instantly melting and disappearing without a trace. When the demon's soul was shocked and enraged, it saw a dazzling light piercing its red eyes, which was the light of the fierce sun, the breath of the ultimate yang that could burn everything to ashes. The panicked demon's soul also saw a bolt of lightning breaking through the demonic aura, shooting straight at its own purple flame heart.

  The purple flame core of the "Boom" Demon Soul was shattered and dissipated into nothingness.

  Finally, it's over.

  Chen Mo wiped away a cold sweat, fortunately he had the Bright God Tree, and fortunately he had Xiao Ba. He turned to face Ming You Lian with a sly smile, feeling somewhat pleased with himself.

  Her pale face was as cold as ever, seeing the rogue's smile, she let out a cold snort and turned her head away. With difficulty, she stood up and floated outside, saying: "The matter here is settled, you clean up the mess yourself."

  In the blink of an eye, it fluttered and disappeared.

  "Huh, slow down, I won't eat you? Chen Mo, who had been stuck with a cold butt, let out a dry laugh and began searching for spoils of war. A poor man's child has to grow up quickly, and he, being used to poverty, would never miss any opportunity to get his hands on anything that could be exchanged for money."

  Chen Mo swept the altar with a glance, and at this moment, the black mist-like demonic energy on the altar had all dispersed. A small black flower suddenly appeared, its entire body pure black, wrapped in a layer of eerie red thorns, shining brightly with an ominous glow, it was indeed beautiful to behold.

  His eyes lit up, this was a flower grown inside the belly of the magic cauldron, it must be extraordinary.

  Xiao Ba stretched out his neck and rushed towards the demon flower. As a divine beast, he naturally knew that the source of the demon's strength was the demon soul, although he had shattered the demon soul, its true body was actually parasitic on the demon flower.

  "Hmm, this thing sees something good and acts like that. Chen Mo slapped it with a palm, quickly pulled out the magic flower and said: "Can treasures of this grade be eaten casually? I'll give it to Master to refine the elixir later."

  Chen Mo pulled out the demon flower from the roots, overjoyed beyond control.

  However, the remnant soul of the Demon King felt extremely wronged. The cauldron was smashed, and the Blood Calamity Flower where he resided was also snatched away. You stinky brat, you really are too much! You're simply a demolition squad!

  A wisp of almost formless demonic energy, helplessly drilling into the dying Ember King.

  Chen Mo suddenly felt a strange noise behind him, and when he turned around, his eyes widened in shock.

  Only to see the Red Flame King, who was on his last breath, slowly got up from the altar, a cluster of purple flames dancing between his eyebrows. His face had bulging green veins like a poisonous snake, and he spoke in an eerie and terrifying tone, filled with resentment and hatred towards Chen Mo: "You little brat, you've enraged me, thoroughly enraged me! I'll make sure you pay the price, never to rise again for eternity."

  Uh...

  Chen Mo was speechless for a moment, this demon soul was indeed an unkillable cockroach, it had just been shattered earlier, yet it could still burrow into the body of Chi Yan Wang?

  The demonized Red Flame King laughed eerily, with a smile that sent fresh blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth like a fountain. In one breath, the demonic energy in the air converged into him, shrouding his body in black mist, his chest caving in and then rapidly inflating like a balloon being filled with air, filling him with sinister power.

  In a moment of stunned silence, the demonized Red Flame King, superimposed with the demonic soul's brutal power, suddenly surged forward, howling and crazily charging over. The black demonic energy enveloped his palm entirely, like ten thousand evil spirits carrying hellfire, slapping towards Chen Mo who was unable to react in time.

  "Yōu Míng Zhǎng!" -> "Darkness Command!"

  Chen Mo's scalp felt a chill, and he continuously retreated in explosive bursts. The evil spirit in front of him stretched out its demonic palm, getting closer and closer, the killing intent growing thicker and more intense. In terms of strength, it was actually even more powerful than the Red Flame King when he was alive, so how could Chen Mo possibly be a match for it?

  "Immortal Xianzi!" Chen Mo bitterly shouted: "Why did you leave so early? Come back!"

  At this critical juncture.

  Suddenly, fragrance filled the air, a whip full of roses coiled around Chen Mo's waist like a whirlwind. A surge of power helped him soar into the air, instantly breaking free from the demonic grasp of the Flame King. As he smelled the fragrance, his heart stirred and he turned to look back.

  Mu Lingwei's white dress fluttered as she flew through the air, her sleeves floating like clouds, her hand grasping a flower whip, just like a goddess from the ninth heaven descending to earth.

  ……(。。)