At this moment, Wen Mo threw an object violently towards him, exuding a strong murderous aura.
What the hell is this? Wentian felt a very terrifying and dangerous aura in his confusion.
An extremely strong murderous aura filled the air, grew crazily, and surged towards Wentian.
Wentian was horrified and stepped back, reaching ten feet away in an instant.
Wen Mo sneered and shouted: "You bastard named Ye, go to hell!"
After he finished speaking, he began to recite a strange spell silently. At this moment, the scroll he threw at Wentian unfolded, exuding an extremely terrifying aura of death.
Wentian felt the threat of this death aura and retreated without hesitation.
But what frightened and frightened him was that the crazy breath of death followed him closely, as if a chain of death had firmly locked him.
What the hell is this?
Suppressing the horror in his heart, he increased his speed to the limit. But what frightened him even more was that no matter how he jumped, the thick aura of death behind him always enveloped him, making him feel as if the God of Death was coming.
Approaching him step by step.
Looking at the endless mountain forest in front of him, he ran away crazily at a speed that couldn't go any faster.
Wen Mo sneered repeatedly, his eyes filled with endless malice. Regardless of his serious injuries, he forced out a burst of divine power, followed closely behind the scroll and ran like flying, gritting his teeth to control the scroll, a kind of vow to conquer the sky.
The drive to kill.
Wentian turned around and jumped into a denser mountain forest.
"Linglong, come and help me!"
He asked the little beast Linglong for help.
But Linglong's lazy and impatient voice sounded in his mind.
"What's the matter? You can handle it yourself. It's not like you want to kill Lai He. Why is there any need for me to take action?"
Hearing Linglong's words, he almost fell over.
"Little beast, damn little beast, if you don't come out and help me, you won't be able to eat my barbecue food in the future!"
Linglong yawned and said lightly: "Are you really annoyed? You can't even handle a mere Wenmo? It's too embarrassing for me. Don't bother me anymore. My sister is recharging your energy and preparing to help you."
You kill the toad."
"Depend on!"
Wentian was speechless, but he had no time to argue with the little beast. With a flash of thought in his mind, he plunged into a valley, trying to find a way out.
But contrary to expectations, the valley turned out to be a broken valley. Just as he jumped quickly, he suddenly found that the road ahead was halfway, and a cliff blocked his progress.
"Damn it..."
In this situation where there was no way out and there was the threat of death behind him, he could only curse God.
"Run away, you bastard. If you dare to go against my Wen family, if you dare to mess with me, Wen Mo, your soul will be destroyed today..."
Wen Mo stood still, his face as pale as paper, as if he could no longer hold on, but when he saw that Wentian's escape route had been cut off, a strange smile appeared on his face, and his whole person instantly became extremely evil.
stand up.
As he finished speaking, he suddenly gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell towards the terrifying scroll.
"God of Death, please accept my sacrifice..."
After he vomited blood and muttered something in his mouth, the scroll shook violently, emitting an extremely strange light, and instantly shrouded Wentian.
Wentian turned around and jumped up, heading down the cliff without any hesitation.
Wen Mo sneered, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, falling on the scroll. The terrifying demonic light flourished, exuding an extremely vast aura of death, and engulfed the entire cliff.
Wentian jumped down the cliff. At the foot of the cliff, there were towering ancient trees with luxuriant branches and leaves. As long as he seized the opportunity, he could use the dense branches and leaves of the ancient trees and the intertwined vines to stop his body from falling.
But what made him despair was that on the cliff, terrifying demonic power surged crazily, locking his body firmly the moment he jumped down.
"God of death, destroy me!"
At this moment, Wen Mo roared loudly and used the strange power to strangely hit Wentian's body, causing Wentian's blood to surge and his internal organs to shift instantly.
Wentian was severely injured and coughed, and he spat out four mouthfuls of blood. With his strong will, when his body was about to lose consciousness, he firmly grabbed a vine that could control the balance of his body and entangled himself in his fall.
body of.
Looking at Wentian who maintained his balance with the help of vines, Wen Mo on the cliff looked very solemn.
"Didn't the Death Scroll kill him?"
He muttered to himself, with an extremely gloomy look on his face.
"How can I feel at ease if I don't kill you today..."
Although he was seriously injured now, he still decided to go to the bottom of the cliff to check, just in case Wentian was still alive.
He took out a pill, stuffed it into his mouth, then sat cross-legged and began to quickly heal his wounds.
After a stick of incense, he endured the severe pain in half of his body and began to look for a way to the dense jungle under the cliff.
Wentian opened his eyes and woke up from his coma.
He struggled to grab the vines with his hands, observed the terrain, and then struggled to climb from a branch more than a foot high. After releasing his strength several times, he fell heavily into a patch of grass.
Enduring the huge pain in his body, he slowly sat up. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stood up with difficulty, dragging his seriously injured body through the woods.
He wanted to find a place near mountains and rivers to heal his injuries before making other plans, because this time he was seriously injured and had no strength to fight anymore.
He was afraid that Wenmo would bring Lai Hemo to look for him at the bottom of the cliff. If this was the case, he would only die.
Amidst this worry, he gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. He walked for several miles before slowing down. A small river flowed in front of him, which made him ecstatic. He plunged into the river and let the water wash over him.
A body covered in blood.
In the river, he endured the pain in his body and allowed the water to rush towards his body and drift downstream.
He walked along both sides of the river bank, looking for a place to hide and heal, but suddenly he felt an extremely dangerous aura approaching him.
He is so damn haunting...
He cursed secretly in his heart. He had felt Wen Mo's aura, but he did not run away. Instead, he pretended as if nothing had happened and sat cross-legged in the grass to heal his wounds.
Although Wen Mo found him, his physical condition was already in extremely poor condition. Although he used an elixir to quickly heal his injuries, it could only delay the spread of the injury, but it could not completely heal the injury.
He hid behind a huge boulder, calmly adjusting his condition, gathering strength, and preparing to deliver the most fatal blow to Wentian.
Wentian sat cross-legged on the grass two feet in front of him, also trying hard to adjust his state and maintain the calmest and most agile thinking.
Come on, Wen Mo. I would rather die than kill you today!