(Several days in a row, three updates with 9,000 characters each,)

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  The old man's crimson eyes were cold and sinister, his iron tower-like body sank, and the red fire clouds around him grew longer with the wind, surging into the sky. Standing in the center of the burning fire clouds, he was like a monarch, and for a moment, he actually suppressed the woman's mysterious blue aura by a head.

  "King of Scarlet Flame." Ming Youlian's voice was ethereal and icy, like the frost that had never thawed in a thousand years. The heavy cyan aura was dense and misty, making it seem even more elusive, yet it condensed without dispersing, its quality stern and unyielding. Her voice drifted up: "You should die!"

  If this woman's spirit were a floating white, one would truly think she was an immortal descending to the mortal world. However, this time, it is like a solitary and secluded valley orchid - a peerless beauty.

  It turns out that this old man is called Chi Yan Wang, and this nickname is quite domineering.

  Mingyou Lian took another step forward, and then another. Two steps down, the dark blue killing aura surged out, growing several times stronger. Wherever it passed, not a single blade of grass grew. It seemed that if he didn't kill Chi Yan Wang today, he wouldn't rest until he did.

  The enraged Scarlet Flame King's entire body was shrouded in a dark, fiery aura that spread out for several dozen feet in all directions. The air was filled with rolling flames and massive handprints descended from the sky, striking the head of Ming Yu Lian with tremendous force.

  The breath is terrifying, as if it can crush mountains.

  Mingyou lotus suddenly rose into the air, her foot tapping out a slow and steady rhythm on the void, as she reached up with one hand to grab something. Countless dark, almost black, mysterious energies surged forth from around her, transforming into numerous black arms that burst forth from the ground.

  Like a hellish demon, sharp claws and teeth emerged, entwining and tearing for just two breaths, the terrifying flame handprint shattered into pieces.

  Two powerful experts continuously came up with clever moves, Chen Mo was mesmerized, momentarily forgetting the danger, and almost applauded in admiration.

  "Hmm!"

  The Red Flame King's nose emitted two strands of scorching white air, and the hair on his head began to burn, as if countless fire snakes were writhing out from within. His massive hand grasped at the empty air, replenishing his body with countless flames, before pouncing towards the Poison Guanyin, transforming into an iron-like palm, with the flame's essence becoming even more condensed than before.

  With his movement, he clenched his palm into a fist and smashed it down fiercely.

  "Boom!"

  Guanyin's body was agile and nimble, how could she fall for this trick? She decisively abandoned her plan and escaped with her agility.

  When Chen Mo was once again stunned by the deafening noise, the place had transformed into a ten-zhang-wide crimson pit.

  "Crack!"

  The scattered power was concentrated in the pit for a moment, unable to get out, and the ground bulged like countless small snakes slithering away. A crack extended all the way to the tree where Chen Mo was hiding, and a thread of scorching hot air spewed out from it.

  Chen Mo saw the inside was like molten lava, red in color, and almost thought there was an active volcano underground.

  Chen Mo suddenly had a clever reaction. The surrounding grass and trees all turned to dust, leaving only the ancient tree standing alone in the empty space where he was waiting.

  Indeed, it's still harming the fish in the pond...

  A wave of scorching heat came again, but at the same time, a chill crept in. The double whammy of ice and fire left him even more terrified.

  It's indeed as rumored, Innate can only be defeated by another Innate.

  "Thousand lotus flowers in heart and hand."

  "Scarlet Flame Slash!"

  Two powerful warriors almost simultaneously unleashed their ultimate moves.

  Dark energy and dark energy collide, scorching heat and icy coldness are irreconcilable, a strong wind suddenly rises, the deafening explosion sound shakes the eardrum, the rising hurricane transforms into a ball pressing towards the ground, roaring and rolling up countless swirling sand dust, still like a catastrophic dust storm.

  Within tens of feet, the air burst with energy four times.

  Just then, Chen Mo's heart condensed and his body suddenly burst forth with a vast and profound aura. Like a small willow leaf drifting outwards on the waves of aura, he floated away amidst the turbulent winds.

  If not now, when?

  Behind the body, flames burst like knives, green sparks flew like arrows, bursting and scattering everywhere, shooting towards the ground, shaking up countless pits and holes, smoke and dust filled the air, just settling down, only to be stirred up again.

  Fortunately, before leaving, he carried the small Ba Bei on his back, its dark-patterned turtle shell withstanding the crazy bombardment of Xuan Xiao's aura.

  Like a wisp of smoke, they rushed out wildly.

  After escaping for dozens of feet, Chen Mo finally had the strength to turn his head and look back.

  "All that could be heard was a loud roar from the Crimson Flame King in mid-air, 'Toxic Guanyin! You've gone too far, I'll fight you to the death...'"

  Suddenly saw two people entwined in the sky, this Xiantian was actually able to fly so high and so far? Obviously not something an ordinary Xiantian strongman could do.

  In the distance, all that can be seen is a red and black figure, two silhouettes fighting as one.

  But tragedy struck, two great masters were locked in a fierce battle, borrowing force from each other as they clashed in mid-air, speeding rapidly towards Chen Mo's fleeing direction.

  With a loud crash, the two figures collided violently and parted instantly, retreating more than ten feet away. They stood on either side of Chen Mo, like two precious pagodas.

  When the lotus falls to the ground, her skirt flies away, and a dense, ink-like aura of mystery surrounds her body. When the energy bursts forth, her black hair is disheveled, revealing her eyebrows and eyes that move people's souls.

  It's just that cold and gloomy atmosphere that makes people shiver with fear.

  The Red Flame King was covered in bruises and scratches, with a thread of fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily, clearly having suffered a great loss.

  The lotus in the dark and quiet place floated up, the flowing air stirred her mysterious blue silk skirt, sweeping it back, as if lifting a long, misty veil, her person was clear and cold like a wandering soul, and also seemed to be dragging the hem of her skirt like an imperial princess, her eyes were piercing and did not contain any impurities.

  The miserable Chen Mo, only seven or eight zhang away from both of them. Although he was directly ignored by both of them, he didn't dare to make any slight movement either, holding his breath, concentrating his mind, and trying his best to lower his presence.

  He prayed in his heart, after you killed Mingyoulian, just leave quickly. Ignore me, please ignore me wholeheartedly.

  Suddenly, Chen Mo keenly sensed a hint of sly smile in the eyes of Chi Yan Wang. A very bad feeling surged like magma, rushing straight into his mind.

  The Red Flame King's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and he let out a fierce roar like a malevolent spirit. The sound was like the howling of ten thousand ghosts, wrapping around waves of sound, coming in an unending torrent like a tidal wave.

  Chen Mo was everywhere, only received a little impact, but still dizzy and swollen, eyes in front of a piece of black, temples bulging to crack.

  In an instant, Chi Yan Wang's body erupted with a fierce flame that burst forth and soared into the air.

  "Flame Devil Break."

  Mingyou lotus was also affected by a wisp of ghostly howl. However, when masters compete, the difference is often just this one thread or half a thread.

  When the palm print wrapped in fierce flames, covered the sky and came rolling, leaving no room to hide. Mingyou Lotus moved, her eyebrows seemed to have no fear of change, the dark blue to black mysterious aura burst out around her, like a dark cloud rolling, continuous and unending.

  Slender jade fingers blooming like a lotus flower, beautifully dancing, forming mysterious and obscure handprints. In the fleeting misty cyan fog, extremely fast. Layer upon layer of arm shadows, finger shadows, like countless cyan-colored lotus petals.

  The surrounding cyan aura also evolved into the same appearance, turning into a black lotus flower that was constantly blooming and growing petals. The black lotus flower's shadow was enormous, at least two feet in diameter, as black as ink, filled with the eerie atmosphere of death and withering. It seemed as if that beautiful and gorgeous black lotus came from the devil's swamp in hell.

  "Extinction of the Lotus Flower." On the ground, a lotus flower rose up, and two green silk ribbons were held up by her with the momentum of Chang'e rushing to the moon.

  It's too late when you want to speak, but it's too early when you don't want to speak.

  Everything happened in an instant, and Chen Mo was just watching vaguely. The lotus flower rose rapidly, a comet wrapped in rolling flames descended from the sky.

  The lotus suddenly contracted, how clever it was, just swallowed it up, and turned into a huge swollen flower bud.

  It's too late to say anything, it's already happened, everything was done in a flash.

  "Knock knock." "Knock knock." "Knock knock."

  Chen Mo's heart skipped three beats, and everything in the world seemed to have stopped at this moment.

  Boom!

  The Crimson Flame Emperor's palm heavily slapped her chest, and the dead silent black lotus bloomed again, more dazzling than before, as beautiful as a shocking fireworks. Countless dark red killing intent spread out, sprawling across the ground, like a galloping horse running wildly.

  In the midst of suffocating silence, his pupils constricted to pinpricks. His breathing plummeted as if on the verge of death, disregarding everything, he turned around and sprinted like a madman. No joke, even being grazed by the residual waves would leave one crippled or dead.

  This woman is a lunatic, a complete lunatic. She's fighting with a completely reckless and suicidal approach.

  Auntie, even if you want to die, don't drag me down with you.

  The front foot had just left, and the fierce storm produced by the explosion of the hind foot came rushing in. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees were instantly turned into flying ash.

  If viewed from high above, a deep black lotus flower blooms on the earth. Wherever it blooms, flying ash rises like black crows, death's radiance, and eerie brilliance.

  Lightning flash

  Chen Mo darted out like a whirlwind, his body moving swiftly and silently. He didn't look back, his hands waving rapidly as he left behind a trail of dust, disappearing into the distance.

  All dust settles in the ripples, slowly falling down, and finally returns to calmness.

  He didn't dare stop after running for he didn't know how long.

  Until he reached the outskirts of a town, where he leaned against an ancient tree and panted heavily. This was truly a narrow escape from death, having experienced the speed of life and death. It was extremely fortunate that he had only narrowly escaped becoming a miserable fish in a pond.

  Still feeling weak and powerless at this moment, like a person who has drunk too much wine but is now sober, the aftereffect of the wine is still lingering.

  Chen Mo found a safe and secluded place outside the city, rested well, and cultivated for two days until he fully recovered before preparing to enter the town.

  Can't help but admit, watching the two great masters' final battle is dangerous. However, it's not all bad, at least there are many epiphanies, and some unclear aspects of cultivation have become clear.

  If those experiences are fully digested, they will likely be of great help in the cultivation of mysterious skills and kung fu.

  Upon careful consideration, the extraordinary splendor between two great masters is truly enviable. Perhaps even Qu Xinghe would be slightly inferior in comparison. Sooner or later, I, Chen Mo, will also become that formidable.

  A scorching light burst out from Chen Mo's silent eyes as he walked steadfastly towards the town.

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