Chapter 73

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Chen Mo looked up and saw that it was Fang Yingzhuo, the 'Great Alchemist Fang,' who was helping Qu Xinghe detoxify in Chongxuan City. "Fang Yingzhuo, it's really you. I thought this annoying voice sounded familiar. Oh, you're boasting again? Aren't you afraid the wind will make your tongue snap?"

"Foolish boy, do you think Changchun Valley is some backwater in your hometown?" Fang Yingzhuo's withered face twisted. "You think you can enter Changchun Valley? I'll make sure you come but don't return."

In an instant, a fierce wind blew across the chasm, and black mist surged wildly, causing the suspension bridge to sway. The two people and the turtle on the bridge were tossed about.

The wind howled in Chen Mo's ears like a fierce ghost, but he looked at Fang Yingzhuo coldly and calmly. He used the familiar "Ten Thousand Year Green" technique, standing firmly on the suspension bridge as if rooted. A faint green light enveloped his body, keeping the frenzied black mist at bay.

A look of surprise flashed in Fang Yingzhuo's sinister eyes. He hadn't expected that two Spirit Master-level outer disciples could be so easily dealt with. However, Qu Muxing had already sent people to warn him to block Chen Mo from entering Changchun Valley. Moreover, this boy had embarrassed him in Chongxuan City. For these reasons, he was determined to knock Chen Mo off the bridge.

"Heh heh, if you retreat, you might still live a little longer," Fang Yingzhuo thought of a plan.

"Save your breath. Anyone who blocks me, I don't mind stepping over your corpse."

Chen Mo laughed aloud. Changchun Valley was his opportunity, and he had to seize it firmly. Otherwise, if he missed this chance, his chances of winning against Qu Muxing would be slim. If a Buddha blocks the way, kill the Buddha; if a god blocks the way, kill the god. Since he had chosen his path, he was not afraid of any obstacles, even if they were thunder and storms. He would use these difficulties to temper his body and sharpen his mind.

He suddenly activated the mystic energy in his body, which surged like a tide, forming a powerful energy in his fist, pushing the black mist away by several feet.

Fang Yingzhuo sneered and suddenly twisted his body. His bones contracted, making a series of popping sounds. His body became ethereal, swaying and changing unpredictably. One became two, and two became three. Three ghostly figures appeared in the black mist, making it impossible to distinguish which was real.

The illusory eyes looked at Chen Mo with disdain. With his special technique, "Three Illusory Shadows," he was sure to make this boy suffer and fall off the cliff with one move.

His "Three Illusory Eyes" required powerful mental energy to be effective. Even if the opponent had mental energy, as long as it wasn't stronger than his, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference. This Chen boy, at most, had a bit of mixed mental energy from luck. How could he compare to him?

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes. There were such unique techniques in the world? Was it a movement technique or an illusion? It was not to be underestimated.

Hidden among the three illusory figures, Fang Yingzhuo's palm formed a small vortex, absorbing the black mist from the chasm. After a few breaths, a black sphere formed in his palm.

The distance between them grew closer, and the battle was about to begin.

As they approached, the three figures flickered, and Fang Yingzhuo suddenly burst out of the illusion, the black sphere emitting a decaying, moldy smell, and aimed a strike at Chen Mo's forehead.

"Decaying Tree"

The oppressive aura of death rushed at Chen Mo, the black sphere growing larger in his pupils, getting closer and closer, just a foot away from his forehead.

Chen Mo stood firm on the suspension bridge, steady as a mountain. An inch away, he could almost see his own eyelashes touching the edge of the black sphere.

At the moment his eyelashes flew up,

Chen Mo turned his head and suddenly punched out with a thunderous force, unleashing a powerful blow.

"Thunder Break" shook the heavens and the earth. Who could resist?

A loud "slap" hit Chen Mo's half face, and at the same time, a "thud" as Chen Mo's punch hit Fang Yingzhuo's shoulder. Two dull sounds echoed almost simultaneously.

The scorching energy and the black mist collided, instantly bursting into a pale blue flame, the rolling heat sweeping away the black mist.

On the suspension bridge, the two figures staggered back a few steps.

The black vortex below the bridge was scattered, revealing some sharp, jagged rocks, like bamboo shoots after the rain, reaching up to the sky. A few dark red bloodstains on the tips of the rocks were clearly from the two of them.

The suspension bridge, which had been violently shaking, gradually calmed down, but a small crack appeared, invisible to the naked eye.

Xiao Ba, the mystic turtle, hanging from the bridge with one limb, stared at the crack, stunned.

"You, you, you..." Fang Yingzhuo stared at Chen Mo in disbelief, horrified. "How is that possible? How could you see through my Three Illusory Shadows?"

Chen Mo's internal energy was slightly disordered, and the pores on half of his face were contracting, feeling like being pricked by a thousand needles, a bone-melting pain. What kind of evil mystic technique was this? It carried a terrifying aura of death! Fortunately, he had the pure and positive mystic energy in his body, which, when activated, quickly melted away the death aura like snow in the sun.

He sneered, "What Three Illusory Eyes? Just a petty trick, good for fooling village women."

"You..." Fang Yingzhuo spat out a mouthful of blood, his lips twitching. He was in great pain, his broad robe sagging, one shoulder crushed to mush, his arm hanging uselessly by his side.

Fang Yingzhuo, feeling so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood, first took a third-grade "Pulse Protection Pill" to protect his meridians.

"Brat, today either you die or I die." Fang Yingzhuo was driven mad. Was this boy his nemesis? Every time he encountered him, nothing good happened. But since he had been hit by his mid-grade mystic technique "Decaying Palm," the death aura would continuously erode his vitality. At worst, his fair face would be eroded to look like a demon.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingzhuo felt somewhat relieved and even looked forward to seeing Chen Mo's face wither away in madness.

"You're wrong. You will definitely die, but I, the heavens won't take me yet." Chen Mo engaged in a verbal duel from a distance, taking the opportunity to recover his mystic energy. The small sprout in his consciousness seemed to sense the residual death aura, automatically secreting a thin green liquid, which gently moved over Chen Mo's half face, removing the remaining death aura and nourishing the damaged pores.

Seeing Chen Mo's face come back to life, Fang Yingzhuo was shocked as if he had seen a ghost. He had never doubted the effectiveness of the "Decaying Palm." Just a touch of the skin would cause it to age rapidly, and without a third-grade "Life Recovery Pill," the death aura would gradually spread, causing large areas of skin to die.

Could Chen Mo have a self-healing constitution? He roared in denial in his heart, "No, I don't believe it, it's impossible."

He gathered more strength in his hand, the dark green energy swirling and growing, the black mist rising, and a faint black particle swirling in his palm.

Chen Mo's clear eyes sparkled, but he had no more strength to unleash. He glanced at the crack on the suspension bridge, turned to Xiao Ba, and smiled calmly, with a determined and steady demeanor. How could he obtain resources and improve his cultivation without entering Changchun Valley? How could he deal with the life-and-death battle with Qu Muxing?

So, he had to take the last desperate move, to find a way to live in the midst of death.

Xiao Ba, sensing Chen Mo's determination, leaped onto his shoulder, staring intently at Fang Yingzhuo.

A man and a turtle, fighting side by side.

Suddenly, "Who is on the suspension bridge?" a loud voice echoed from above, full of authority.

Fang Yingzhuo was stunned. It was Li Yuankai, the guard at the entrance to Changchun Valley, probably drawn by the explosive sound.

Not receiving a response, Li Yuankai stood on the suspension bridge a few feet from the cliff, his view blocked by the black mist, but the shaking of the bridge indicated a fierce battle. It didn't matter to him who lived or died, but the bridge was a legacy of the ancestors of Changchun Valley, personally crafted by a Heaven-stage expert.

How could it be defiled?

"Report your name, or don't blame us for being impolite," Li Yuankai roared, waving his hand, and two subordinates moved toward the middle of the bridge.

Chen Mo remained exceptionally calm, not knowing if the newcomer was a friend or an enemy, and didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for himself, who was already at the end of his strength. He bent his foot, wrapping it around the bridge, and activated the remaining positive mystic energy, concentrating it on his other foot. He also gathered a small amount of energy in his fist.

Fang Yingzhuo, with his devious mind, ignored Li Yuankai's warning, aiming a black whirlwind at Chen Mo's heart, and kicked off the bridge, leaping forward, continuously gathering and stacking more power.

Xiao Ba, using Chen Mo's shoulder as a launch point, shot out, flipping in the air, suddenly growing to the size of a round table. The edges of his shell glowed with a thin, sharp edge, and he spun like a giant top, slicing toward Fang Yingzhuo's head.

Fang Yingzhuo was terrified, his heart almost stopping. He had seen this turtle at Qu Xinghe's residence, thinking it was a weak and useless pet. He never imagined it could grow so large and display such formidable combat power. Chen Mo, from a fallen family, had repeatedly revealed unexpected trump cards.

"Damn turtle," Fang Yingzhuo gritted his teeth, and in a flash, three figures appeared, narrowly avoiding Xiao Ba's attack, and continued to attack Chen Mo.

Feeling Chen Mo's weakened strength, he decided to finish him off with his final move.

"Die! Desolate Heart"

The decaying, moldy death aura pushed forward, eroding the bones and heart.

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