Chapter 74: Withered Leaf Palm (Seeking Recommendations)

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  Chen Mo took a glance and found it was Fang Ying Zhuo, the 'Fang Great Medicine Master', who had also been in Chongxuan City to help Qu Xing He detoxify.

  "Fang Yingzhuo, it's really you. I said this rustling sound, how come it sounds so familiar? Ah, right, blowing cow again? Not afraid of the strong wind slapping your tongue?"

  "You think Changchun Valley is your hometown?!" Fang Ying's emaciated face twisted: "You also want to enter Changchun Valley? Today, I'll make you regret coming here."

  In the blink of an eye, a fierce gust of wind swept in, and the black air was wildly turbulent, blowing up the suspension bridge, carrying the two people on it tumbling up and down.

  The wind howled in Chen Mo's ear like a fierce ghost, but he looked at Fang Ying Zhuo with an icy gaze, calm and composed. Under his feet, the familiar "Wan Nian Qing" stance was executed, as if roots were entwining, steadily standing on the suspension bridge, with a faint layer of pale green light on his body, isolating the frantic black air by several inches.

  Fang Ying Zhuo's eyes flashed with surprise, he didn't expect that two outer door disciples of the Spiritual Master level would be solved so easily. However, Qu Mu Qing had already sent someone to inform them, and they must block Chen Mo from entering Changchun Valley. Moreover, in the Heavy Mystery City, this kid made him lose face. For various reasons, new hatred and old grievances, he must make this kid fall into a precarious situation.

  "Ji ji, if you retreat now, you can still prolong your life." Fang Ying Zhuo had an idea.

  "Less nonsense, whoever blocks me, I don't mind stepping over your corpse."

  Chen Mo Lang's voice was low and mocking, Changchun Valley is his own destiny, he must grasp it firmly, otherwise he will miss this opportunity. As for that Qu Mu Qing, the chances of winning are extremely small. Buddha blocks killing Buddha, god blocks killing god. Since he has chosen a direction, even if there is thunder and heavy rain ahead, he is not afraid. He only uses difficulties and obstacles to temper his body and mind, sharpening his heart and wisdom.

  Suddenly, the mysterious energy inside his body surged and erupted, rolling like a tide, surging and churning as he continuously condensed his internal energy into his fists, and the turbulent airflow pushed out the surrounding dark energy for half a meter.

  Fang Yingzhao let out a sneer, and his body suddenly twisted in an eerie manner. His entire skeleton contracted, emitting a series of explosive cracking sounds. In an instant, he seemed to be floating and flickering, his body swaying back and forth as it transformed unpredictably. One turned into two, two gave birth to three. Three ghostly figures appeared, drifting and fluttering in the dark fog, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion.

  Those illusory eyes showed a hint of disdain towards Chen Mo, relying on his unique physical skills, "Dazzling Eye Three Shadows", he could definitely make this kid suffer a great loss, and with one move, he would let him fall off the cliff.

  His own charm of the three eyes must be matched with a strong divine sense to display. Even if the opponent also has a divine sense, as long as it is not stronger than oneself, it will absolutely not be discernible. This despicable Chen kid relied on his dogshit luck and stirred up a bit of miscellaneous divine sense, how dare he compare himself to me?

  Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, so there was such a strange technique in this world? Was it a physical technique or an illusion? In any case, it was not to be underestimated.

  Fang Yingzhao, hidden behind three illusory shadows, had a small whirlpool appear in the center of his palm, which was absorbing the black air rising from the Heavenly Rift in a strange manner. After a few breaths, a ball of black air formed in his palm.

  The distance between the two grew shorter and shorter, their battle was imminent.

  As soon as the two of them drew near, three figures flashed by, and in an instant, a palm burst out from the virtual shadow. A black air ball with a musty and moldy breath suddenly slapped towards Chen Mo's forehead, who was standing still.

  "Withered tree and rotten stump"

  A suffocating feeling of death swept in, the black air ball grew larger and larger in Chen Mo's pupils, a foot away from his forehead, getting closer and closer.

  Chen Mo still stood upright and unwavering on the suspension bridge. An inch, almost touching his eyelashes, he touched the edge of the black air ball with his black air.

  The moment when eyelashes fly away.

  Chen Mo's head tilted to one side, and a fist suddenly burst out with the momentum of a thunderbolt, surging out with an explosive force that was unmatched in its ferocity.

  "Heavenly Thunder Explodes" with one palm shaking the nine heavens, stirring up the eight wildernesses, who can withstand it?

  All that was heard was a "slap" as one palm hit Chen Mo's cheek, while at the same time "thud" Chen Mo's fist hit Fang Ying Zhuo's shoulder, two muffled sounds, suddenly erupting without warning.

  Like the radiant aura of the nine states and the surrounding dark energy, a fierce collision occurred, bursting out with a faint blue starlight in an instant. The rolling flames swept across the land like a mighty army, engulfing and devouring the dark energy.

  Two figures retreated several steps back on the suspension bridge in mid-air, each stumbling.

  The dark whirlpool under the suspension was dispersed, and some sharp-edged stones were vaguely exposed, like spring bamboo shoots after rain, pointing to the sky with teeth and claws. One or two sharp thorns were stained with dark red blood, which was the fresh blood of the two people who had just fallen.

  The violently swaying suspension bridge gradually calmed down, and a small crack appeared in a place that was invisible to the naked eye.

  Xiao Ba, the little turtle, hung suspended from the rope bridge, his eyes narrowed to a line as he stared at the small crack, startled like a wooden chicken.

  "Fang Yingzhuo stared at Chen Mo in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock: 'How is this possible? How could you possibly see through my Dazzling Three Shadows?' "

  Chen Mo's eyebrows furrowed, his internal energy slightly disordered, the pores on one side of his cheek contracting as if pricked by ten thousand needles, a pain that pierced to the bone. What kind of vicious and sinister technique was this? It even carried a dark and terrifying aura of death! Fortunately, he had the pure and bright Primordial Qi within him, and with a single circulation, those deathly energies dissipated like snow in the scorching sun, vanishing without a trace.

  He sneered and said: "What's so magical about three eyes? It's just a small trick, only enough to deceive rural village women."

  "Fang Yingzhao spat out a mouthful of blood, his lips twitching uncontrollably. He was in great pain, the wide cloak had fallen down in one piece, one shoulder was completely shattered and hung at his side, his arm rendered useless."

  Yuwen Zhong's Yuwen Zhong was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and Yuwen Zhong first took a pill of Sanpin Dan medicine "Huxue Dan" to protect his meridians.

  "You little bastard, today it's either you die or I perish." Fang Yingzhuo was driven mad by anger. Was this kid his nemesis? Every time he met him, nothing good would happen. However, since he had been hit by his own Spirit Product Middle Stage technique "Dry Leaf Palm", the death energy would invade and continuously erode his vitality. At worst, that pretty little face of his would be invaded by the death energy, making him look like an evil ghost.

  At this thought, Fang Yingzu felt a lot more at ease in his heart. He was also lucky to have prepared for the pleasure of watching him go crazy after his face had withered away.

  "You're wrong, you will definitely die, but heaven doesn't want to take me yet." Chen Mo remotely engaged in a war of words with him, taking the opportunity to recover his vital energy. The small tender branch in the sea of consciousness seemed to sense the residual death energy and automatically seeped out a thread of green liquid, carefully wandering over half of Chen Mo's face, sweeping away the remaining death energy and nourishing the damaged and contracted pores.

  Chen Mo's face was radiant, and Fang Ying Zhuo was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. For the first time, he doubted the "Ku Ye Zhang" (Dry Leaf Palm). This palm could cause rapid aging of the skin, making it wither away in just one day, unless one consumed a high-grade "Hui Sheng Dan" (Rebirth Pill), otherwise the decay would spread, causing large areas of skin to die.

  Does Chen Mo have a self-healing physique? His heart was screaming in denial. No, I don't believe it, it's impossible.

  He gathered his strength with one hand, and the dark green air vortex condensed more and more, in the black mist, there seemed to be an almost invisible thread of tiny black particles swirling around his palm.

  The calm and bright eyes sparkled with starlight, no longer having the power to accumulate and release, glanced at the crack on the suspension bridge, turned back to face the faint smile of Xuan Gui Xiao Ba, with a proud and steady gaze. Without entering the Long Spring Valley, how can I obtain resources and improve my cultivation? How can I cope with the life-and-death battle with Qu Mu Qing?

  So there is only a desperate last resort of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat.

  Xuan Gui Xiao Ba was also infected with Chen Mo's determination at this moment, and he flipped over to Chen Mo's shoulder, staring intently at Fang Ying Zhuo.

  A lone tortoise fights shoulder to shoulder.

  Suddenly, "Who's on the suspension bridge?" A loud and powerful voice came from the head of the suspension bridge, full of energy and overbearing.

  Fang Yingzhuo was stunned, and this was the guardian Li Yuankai at the entrance of Changchun Valley Mountain Gate. It's estimated that the explosive sound brought him here.

  Rumors of no response, Li Yuankai stood on the suspension bridge one zhang away from the cliff wall. Although his line of sight was blocked by a black air screen in front of him, the tremors of the suspension bridge under his feet indicated that there was a life-and-death struggle between masters above who didn't care about their own lives. Whoever lived or died had nothing to do with him, but this suspension bridge under his feet was a path made by the ancestors of Longchun Valley, personally forged by a strong Tianjie.

  How can you tolerate such desecration?

  "If you don't come forward now, don't blame us for being impolite." Li Yuankai was furious and waved his hand, leading two of his men towards the middle of the suspension bridge.

  Chen Mo was exceptionally calm and composed, as he didn't know whether the approaching person was a friend or foe, so he dared not make any rash moves to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to himself. He bent one foot, wrapped it around the rope, and activated the remaining Light Mystical Energy, condensing it onto his other foot. Then, he condensed another small stream of energy into his fist.

  Fang Ying's mind was full of sinister intentions, and he thought to himself that his position was not ordinary. He ignored Li Yuankai's scolding and questioning. With a wave of his hand, a black whirlwind shot out, aiming straight for Chen Mo's heart. His foot kicked the rope bridge fiercely, and with a flying pounce, he charged forward, continuously accumulating and stacking up layers of power.

  Xuan Gui Xiao Ba borrowed Chen Mo's shoulder and kicked out, flying out with a somersault in mid-air. His body suddenly swelled to the size of a round table, and the edge of his turtle shell transformed into thin, sharp blades that shone with electric light. With an overbearing and fierce rotation, he turned into a giant top and swept horizontally past Fang Ying Zhuo's head.

  Fang Ying Zhuo's gall was trembling with fear, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He had seen this turtle in Qu Xinghe's mansion before and thought it was a weak and incompetent pet raised by Chen Mo, but he didn't expect it to suddenly become so large and unleash its fierce combat power. Chen Mo, the son of a declining family, time and again revealed astonishing trump cards that left people speechless.

  "Damn it." Fang Yingzu gritted his teeth in hatred, and in a flash, three figures appeared, narrowly avoiding Xiao Ba's attack, the killing move still hurtling towards Chen Mo.

  Feeling the weak power of silence, taking advantage of his illness to take his life, revealing his final trump card.

  "Give me death! Desolate and heartless."

  That rotten and festering dead air pushed over, coming with a destructive and corrosive force that consumes the heart.

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