Chapter Seventy-Five: The Fairy of Ripples

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  The accumulated force of Chen Mo's silent fist burst out, and a thunderous explosion erupted.

  "Boom" Chen Mo saw the palm full of dead energy with a strong aura, forcing his own fist open and suddenly sticking it to his chest.

  It was just this moment, the soldier didn't hesitate, Chen Mo made a fake move, his body shifted to one side, and he decisively and resolutely kicked out with one leg, then fiercely threw out a punch.

  "Thunder Cannon"

  A fierce punch landed on Fang Yingzhuo's abdomen, sending him flying backward for several feet, and he barely managed to land on the suspension bridge. But then he suddenly heard a series of faint crackling sounds.

  Collapse

  A loud, muffled sound of shattering steel cables suddenly erupted.

  Fang Yingzhuo hadn't figured out what was going on when his foot suddenly felt the rope sink, and he found himself suspended in mid-air. He was shocked to see Chen Mo holding a turtle, with a hint of mockery in his eyes as he looked at him, one hand tightly grasping the rope.

  At the same time, Li Yuankai and his companions, who had already walked several zhangs away, felt the suspension bridge under their feet sink with a sudden jolt, and were instantly covered in goosebumps, terrified out of their wits.

  "The rope broke" Li Yuankai's voice was stuck in his throat and hadn't come out yet, but his feet were already floating.

  Life and death in an instant.

  "Stop it, all of you!" A clear and pleasant voice scolded, drifting over from the horizon.

  Everyone saw a long whip with green leaves and roses flying through the air, and in an instant it grew into two thick vines at an astonishing speed. The vines then sprouted branches, like pairs of open five-fingered hands, tightly grasping the suspension bridge, constantly growing and entwining. Firmly binding the suddenly broken suspension bridge, followed by a tight pull upwards.

  All I heard was the sound of the vines creaking "creak creak" as the suspension bridge was pulled back to its original position.

  "What's this, what kind of trick is this?"

  Chen Mo stared at the scene in shock, such a mysterious and profound technique, it was still his first time seeing it. He had long been prepared for how to survive after the suspension bridge broke, originally intending to kill Fang Ying Zhuo directly.

  Never expected such a shocking change.

  In a flash, a white shadow flashed into Chen Mo's eyes, flying over his head and brushing against his cheek with a strand of hair from the three thousand strands of dancing black hair, leaving a faint fragrance of orchids.

  A white-clad woman's sleeves fluttered as a shocking aura surged, her hands grasping the rattan tightly, suspending it at the broken point. The rattan grew small branches like spider silk, crisscrossing to connect the broken suspension. The woman's movements were light and airy, like a white lotus suddenly blooming in a black pond, leaving onlookers dazzled and enchanted.

  But she saw her spin around, toe pointed, standing elegantly on a suspension bridge bound by wisteria vines.

  The entire body crouched on the suspension bridge held its breath in silence.

  Looking at the tall and slender figure, her face is somewhat indistinct, but her temperament is full of spirit. Such a shocking mention that can uproot mountains, what kind of cultivation would it take to achieve such an astonishing level? And that mysterious technique, it seems to be imbued with the divine power naturally formed between heaven and earth.

  His cultivation in Chen Mo's eyes is probably comparable to Du Guanyin Mingyoulian, at least reaching the Xiantian High Rank.

  Such a figure can only be looked up to, looked up to.

  Chen Mo, who had just been grazed by Fang Ying Zhuo's killing move, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and hurriedly got up from the suspension bridge. Fortunately, the Luminous Xuanqi inside his body could counteract that mysterious and sinister dead energy, plus the timely treatment of the small green liquid, the stabbing pain subsided slightly.

  Xuān Guī Xiao Bā shrunk back into a small ordinary turtle, with two yellow bean-sized eyes blinking at the celestial and ethereal white-robed woman. The turtle's face was full of adoration, thinking that the goddess sister was great, who had saved Bà Gē in a moment of crisis.

  At the moment when Fang Yingzhao fell, he was also entwined by those vines, avoiding a fatal outcome. The whole person was wrapped in the vines, and he was still shaking and trembling, not yet recovering from the shock.

  Seeing the suspension bridge miraculously restored to its original state, Li Yuankai wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and let out a sigh of relief. "It seems like I heard Wood Master's voice, let's go take a look at who is so bold as to cut off the suspension bridge." The group continued forward.

  "Fang Ying Zhuo, as a disciple of Changchun Valley, don't you know the role and significance of the suspension bridge?" The white-robed woman's voice was crisp and moving, even when scolding someone, it was like a gentle mountain stream.

  Fang Ying Zhuo's five internal organs seemed to have been kicked into pieces, the pain was unbearable, he was stunned, envious, jealous, and secretly harboring hatred, extremely complex. The evil one pointed at Chen Mo from afar, his voice and expression stern: "Wood Master Uncle, it was that little brat who intentionally cut off the suspension rope."

  The woman in white turned her head and looked at Chen Mo.

  The turtle's face, which was full of admiration for the goddess, suddenly distorted in shock. "My god, the goddess has turned into a female demon king..." Without saying another word, he quickly turned his head and ran away with all four limbs.

  At this time, Chen Mo, who had been waiting to see her clearly, was also not relaxed. His heart was racing and he held his breath, stuck in his throat. The expression on his face changed constantly, like a dye vat with different colors - red, white, black, alternating non-stop.

  Life is full of unexpected encounters, and once you meet, it's like a whirlwind.

  Guanyin of Poison, Lotus of Darkness!

  Don't think I won't recognize you just because you've changed into a dress of a different color.

  Stunned, shocked, and feeling guilty, Chen Mo's emotions were in turmoil as he covered half of his face with his hand and lowered his head, hesitating whether to escape immediately. He slightly shifted his body, ready to flee at the fastest speed possible if things took a turn for the worse.

  What bad luck! I had barely escaped with my life from Ming Yu Lian's hands, and yet here we are again, running into each other like bitter enemies after just a few days.

  "Wood Master Uncle, this kid wants to run." Fang Ying Zhuo's treacherous shout further confirmed Chen Mo's guilt.

  Mulingwei, the youngest fifth-grade pharmacist in Changchun Valley, has a stunning talent and extraordinary endowment, with an understanding that is simply superb, and her pill-refining skills are matchless.

  Even if other alchemists were to refine dan medicines of the same grade as hers, their quality would still be far inferior to her extremely pure dan medicines. Furthermore, up until now, within Changchun Valley, aside from her, there is temporarily no one else who can refine fifth-grade dan medicines. When she had consecutively refined several different fifth-grade spiritual dan medicines, it shocked all the elders in Changchun Valley.

  Even the imperial family and the three major sects sent their core figures, bringing a large number of gifts to congratulate Mulingwei on becoming a fifth-grade pharmacist.

  Her achievements are not something that all the pharmacists in Changchun Valley can match, a transcendent existence. Even the Great Wind Country is also a unique existence. To be able to obtain an elixir from her hands is a great honor. Many old pharmacists with white hair and advanced age, who are not skilled enough in alchemy, all address her as "Mu Shijie".

  Many disciples in their thirties and forties have to address him respectfully as "Mu Shu Shu".

  Of course, there are also people in the valley who call her Master Mu's disciple's younger brother.

  In the realm of alchemy, she had already reached an unattainable peak, and at such a young age, she had achieved the powerful cultivation of Innate Eighth Order. Her main cultivation method was the Wanling Jue, which could make withered leaves turn green, winter willows burst into buds, and even grow a towering tree from a single seed in an instant. When combined with her spiritual elixirs, the Wanling Jue could almost revive the dead and turn white bones into flesh, its power was terrifying and unimaginable.

  In front of such a person, Fang Yingzhuo had to restrain his pride and lower his high head.

  As for Chen Mo, seeing himself so afraid and having a tendency to flee in panic. In the eyes of Mu Linwei, it was undoubtedly a manifestation of a guilty conscience.

  As soon as he saw the gaze of the female demon king 'Ling Lie' coming, Chen Mo also felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously retreated several steps back.

  "Stop right there and make it clear before you leave." The gentle voice was like a celestial sound that didn't belong to the mortal world.

  A vine wrapped around Chen Mo's body, trapping him firmly in place.

  Chen Mo slowly turned his body, revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying, and chuckled at the jade-like face in front of him.

  The fleeing Xiao Ba, with a sorrowful face. The female demon's evil energy was hard to dissipate, lest she get angry and turn herself into turtle soup. Good turtles don't take advantage of the situation, they retreated back with small steps, shrinking their heads and stealing a glance at Ming Yu Lian.

  It's as if to say, the female demon, uh, no, the fairy of the underworld. Everything is done by my big brother Chen Mo, it has nothing to do with me, I am just a pure and kind, lovely and obedient little turtle.

  The wisteria vines retreated, and the gentle eyes of Mu Lingwei's scissors-like gaze held a hint of confusion. The person opposite her looked at her as if she were a malevolent spirit, as if she would devour him whole. She had never seen them before, could it be that she was too overbearing? She then softened her voice and said:

  "Why are you running? I just want to hear your explanation."

  The gentle and pleasant voice carried a sweet and mellow flavor, and when it reached Chen Mo's ears, he suddenly felt like a spring breeze. Where was the ferocious and ruthless killing aura of the female demon head? He was very surprised in his heart and secretly thought: Has the female demon head changed her ways?

  It's fake, definitely fake.

  At this time.

  "Uncle Carpenter, have you returned from collecting herbs?"

  The words of reverence were accompanied by respect and relaxation after fear. Li Yuankai and others bowed to Mulingwei.

  "Wood Master Aunt? Am I seeing things wrong?" Chen Mo muttered to herself in confusion, having heard people call her Wood Master Aunt several times already. Rubbing her eyes, that brow like a spring mountain, those eyes like autumn water, the beautiful face and elegant appearance were almost identical to Poison Bodhisattva's. No mistake! The only difference was that ethereal and refined aura, like a valley spirit or a lonely orchid, which was completely different from Ming Yu Lian's. One had black hair and white clothes, the other had dark green hair and dark green long dress, there were some differences. Were they twin sisters with vastly different personalities? Or did they just coincidentally look very similar?

  I hope it's the latter, otherwise it will be a big trouble.

  At this point, Chen Mo involuntarily took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look.

  "It was this kid who broke the suspension bridge." Fang Yingzhuo saw Li Yuankai and others, as if he had found a backing. Although Li Yuankai is not a pharmacist, he has been practicing in the valley since childhood, and under the unique resources of Changchun Valley, he has already become a high-ranking master of the eighth rank of Ling Shi.

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