Chapter 45 The Third Level of Lingbo Jue

The field of the coupe, including the audience station on the side, is now stained with blood. Of course, in addition to the blood, there is also a lot of white juice embellishment. Seeing this scene, Hu Mo felt a little disgusted even though he had the strong ability to withstand it.

Yan Xiao's face was a little tired. Although his strength was strong, his combat power consumption was extremely terrifying for so long. Fortunately, most of the war beasts had been killed, and only a very small number of war beasts broke through the siege. However, there must be no problem with the siege of the Flame City Convoy.

Looking at Hu Mo and the others coming from afar, Yan Xiao's face changed slightly, and he immediately walked towards Hu Mo and the others, saying as he walked: "Mr. Hu, and all the young masters, I'm really sorry this time. Such a big mistake occurred in the Colosseum, and it's hard to blame. Yan will come to the door to apologize again!"

"Boss Yan is serious, we are not injured, there is no major problem, so I'll let you apologize. Boss Yan is busy with affairs, so I'll take the lead and wait until the Colosseum recovers and say goodbye!" Hu Mo bowed and was about to leave. At this time, the Hu family guards who were breathless from the beasts not far away all rushed over.

These guards kept trying to rush into the VIP room, but were blocked by the war beasts. So they were also very helpful to the Colosseum.

Fortunately, they had a lot of combat experience, so after this battle, they only broke a few bones and supported each other, and the situation was so pitiful.

"Young Master, you... are you okay?" asked the captain of the guards in the head anxiously. They were the most tragic people. When they first came in, they were blocked below and said that the guards would not enter the VIP area. After the war beasts riot, they were blocked below by the crazy war beasts and beaten like this by a group of beasts. If Hu Mo was injured on it, they would have to bear the serious crime of protecting the Lord. Think about it, they all wanted to cry.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Hu Mo said with a smile. He was indeed fine, but the aging men were in trouble.

The guards of the Huang Mansion, Lin Mansion, and Du Mansion were so scared that they were about to pee. Their masters seemed to be killed by rice, and they lost half of their lives. The masters became like this, it was not their life.

The three young masters were carried back by their respective guards, leaving only Hu Mo and the others.

Hu Mo bowed to Yan Xiao, said goodbye, and hurriedly left the Colosseum with the guards of the Hu Mansion.

"Boss, what should we do next? This matter must not be that simple, we..."

"Let's stabilize everything first. We don't know how much money we will pay for this battle beast. Whether the Ten Thousand Beasts Festival can be held again is a problem. Yanlong, you go back to the valley and report this matter to the valley master. If this matter is not investigated clearly, I, Yan Xiao, will never give up!" Yan Xiao said viciously, clenching his fists tightly.

"Yes, obey the order!"

Outside the Colosseum, Hu Mo's steps suddenly stopped. He turned slowly and looked at the girl in white clothes beside the gate of the Colosseum. As at the beginning, Cang Ling began to follow her again.

Hu Mo smiled faintly, turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Are you okay?" Hu Mo asked while walking. Of course, he didn't make any sound.

"It has nothing to do with you." Cang Ling's voice was still so cold, as if Hu Mo owed her how much money.

Hu Mo said calmly without being angry: "I know it has nothing to do with me, I just suddenly want to know."

Silence, another period of silence.

"I'm fine, I just consume too much. I don't like to see some people stinking farts in front of me. As the successor of Lingbo Jue, I hope you will also have this kind of awareness."

Hu Mo sweated coldly. This woman was so lethal. Others saved her and said that others were stinking. This was really unreasonable.

Lingbo Jue, speaking of this, Hu Mo suddenly found that his combat power was like the last time. Silently, with the three treasures constantly operating day and night, his combat power reached saturation again, which is the peak level of the ninth-level warrior.

Hu Mo had to sigh that if he had started practicing using the Three Jewels since he was born, he would have been standing at the top of this world and looking down at the common people.

He didn't argue with Cang Ling anymore, it was just useless. What he wanted to do now was to go home early and practice to break through this barrier.

Before he arrived at Hu's mansion, Hu Mo saw Uncle Fu who came to rescue him with a group of guards. Uncle Fu saw that Hu Mo was safe and sound, his excitement was beyond words.

"Young Master, you are finally back. The marshal went to the border for something. After receiving the news, he rushed to this place immediately. Haha, it was great to see that the young master is fine." Uncle Fu nervously grabbed Hu Mo's hand and looked around, afraid that Hu Mo would suffer some injuries. After all, the limping guards were too conspicuous.

"Uncle Fu, don't worry, I'm fine. I was in the VIP room at that time, and someone came to save me, so I was able to save it." Hu Mo told the truth, without any concealment.

"Oh, that's great. I don't know if any master will save me. I will send someone to thank me immediately." Uncle Fu said with a smile, and the big stone in his heart was completely put down.

Hu Mo smiled faintly, shook his head, and said, "It is Bai Han, the great worshipper of the Situ family."

"Bai Han? Then don't go, I'm afraid they are playing some tricks again." Uncle Fu was straightforward, not only not going, but also very suspicious in his heart. If Bai Han knew, he would probably jump up in anger. However, Bai Han would be difficult to wake up now. He was also quite tragic after being plotted by Cang Ling, a witch who has ever-changing, and it would be considered quite tragic.

Surrounded by several teams of guards, Hu Mo and his party quickly returned to the Hu Mansion. Since Hu Yihu went to the border, Hu Mo also lacked some time to greet him. After explaining a few words to Uncle Fu, he returned to his room alone.

Cang Ling held her arms and kicked the stones while walking. Her mood was very strange, sometimes quiet, and sometimes naughty, just like now, she kept kicking the stones and aimed at Hu Mo's butt.

What made Hu Mo depressed was that even though he changed to Lingbo Fengyun's footwork, the stones hit his buttocks like eyes, and they were still in the middle of his buttocks. Cang Ling was happy with this kind of evil taste, and kicked every kick very hard.

Hu Mo wanted to resist, but was so powerless. Cang Ling always did his own thing and did not eat the soft and hard things. Hu Mo knew very well. After returning to the room with a torment, Hu Mo's bad luck calmed down a little.

"You practice hard and break through quickly. The speed is too slow and you really don't have talent." Cang Ling stopped outside the door, his tone full of disdain.

Hu Mo realized that this witch was just testing him, but her level of pouring cold water was still so strong that a few words cost him nothing.

Hu Mo nodded with a black thread, sighed softly, and said, "Then I'll trouble Sister Cang."

After crying, Hu Mo's pain subsided a little. Needless to say, it was definitely a tragic time when it was convenient these days.

He climbed onto the bed and sat down cross-legged. The ground was cold and hard, and his anus could not stand the tossing.

Hu Mo's heart was completely calmed down. Since he found that his combat power had reached saturation, he suppressed it. Otherwise, the combat power would explode without the guidance of the battle technique, and it would be easy to get into a devil and have big problems.

He took a deep breath and the text appeared in his mind again. Nine paragraphs, the first two paragraphs were clear, and the last seven paragraphs were covered with water mist.

However, the mist in the third paragraph is much thinner than the other six paragraphs. Hu Mo could feel that the next paragraph he had always dreamed of was finally about to appear.

He stopped suppressing his combat power. In just a moment, his clothes were smashed into pieces by the surging combat power. Bai Biaozhao's body sat upright on the bed without any concealment. His fair skin definitely made many women feel inferior to him.

Hu Mo didn't know his current image. He just felt that he was in dire straits. The crazy combat power changed rapidly, madly destroying the meridians in his body.

Hu Mo originally thought he could easily control that power, but now it seems that the difficulty is really exaggerated.

The surging combat power differentiated into the five elements, impacting his meridians one by one. Sometimes it was burning, sometimes it was cold, sometimes it was sharp, sometimes it was heavy, sometimes it showed vitality. Hu Mo was madly operating the Lingbo Jue in the dire straits, and the mist in the third paragraph became thinner and thinner.

Finally, when the mist completely disappeared, a black flame flew out from the Qingmu King Cauldron, like a living thing, "swallowed" Hu Mo in one mouthful. Before Hu Mo could react, a severe pain followed one after another, causing him to faint.

He had no idea what was going on, but he felt that his body seemed to melt. His body was now starting to emit blue smoke, and his skin turned red.

Holding the severe pain, Hu Mo's eyes fell on the text. He bit his lips tightly, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"The fire of chaos is the essence of heaven and earth. The water of moistening things, the spirit of heaven and earth. The most yin and yang, the most rigid and soft, the water and fire are ruthless, and the heaven and earth are without sorrow."

Hu Mo gritted his teeth and read the text, his tight heartstrings almost broke, and his body was already emitting a burnt smell, like a battered suckling pig.

As the smell of paste became stronger and stronger, a black liquid began to appear in Hu Mo's pores, but the fishy smell had been completely covered by the smell of paste and could not smell at all.

Just when he couldn't hold on, the Holy Water King, who had not moved, finally emitted a faint blue light, and slowly sank into the dantian along the Du meridian.
Chapter completed!