Chapter 60 Why did the fog dissipate when you came?
Hua Chi looked at Wu Mo blankly, as if he wanted to see through this gentle and beautiful face the violent soul hidden deep under this skin.
"...Is your hand okay?"
"fine."
"……Um."
Hua Chi found it hard to digest the fact that Wu Mo could smash the stone with his bare hands without spiritual power.
After all, his sword was not an "ordinary sword" as Wu Mo said, but a spiritual-level sword that cut iron like mud and blew hair into pieces.
But even this stone, which could not be broken by a spiritual-level sword, was blown into pieces by Wu Mo's punch!
Hua Chi felt a little unbelievable.
However, what he didn't know was that during the three hundred years that Wu Mo had been in the copper furnace, his body had been refined to the extreme.
Although it is not indestructible, it is still invulnerable.
It was refined from the Netherworld Ghost Temple and was originally intended to be used as a sharp weapon. Naturally, nothing could be sharper, stronger, or more lethal than her.
Even if she has no spiritual power and only relies on her body, every part and every part of her body contains extremely strong power and is extremely dangerous.
How can a small spiritual-level sword be compared?
But I'm glad Hua Chi didn't know, otherwise, who knows what kind of mentality he would have when facing Wu Mo.
Faced with this, evil spirits are the most evil.
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The sound of the rocks being blown apart was loud, but Wu Mo and Hua Chi walked for a long time, and still no one came to chase them. It seemed that except for them, there was no other existence here at all.
There are still corridors outside, but they extend in all directions and have forks everywhere.
Hua Chi originally thought it was very difficult, but Wu Mo seemed to be very familiar and walked through several forks without hesitation.
"Have you been here?" Hua Chi couldn't help but ask as she followed Wu Mo.
"No."
"Then how did you know to take this route?"
"intuition."
"..."
Hua Chi always felt a little complicated in his heart. In a short period of time, the image of Yun Nianxi in his heart was constantly refreshed.
When did the girl in my memory, who was as weak as wind and calculating, turn into the violent and intuitive person in front of me?
Wu Mo seemed to feel the complaints in his heart, smiled, and added gently: "My intuition is very accurate."
"Really?" Hua Chi said a little perfunctorily.
"Of course." Wu Mo said, "For example, my intuition tells me that if you go any further, you will be ambushed."
As he said that, Wu Mo stopped in his tracks.
Hua Chi didn't react for a moment and took a few steps forward than Wu Mo.
Then--
"Gulu gulu."
Rolling bubbles suddenly appeared at Hua Chi's feet, like boiling water spilling on the ground, boiling and creating waves of mist.
The mist was black and green, lingering around Hua Chi's boots, going up and wrapping around him.
It was as if the air had been squeezed out, giving Hua Chi a feeling of suffocation.
"Well..." Hua Chi's handsome face turned red, and she looked at Wu Mo who was watching the show calmly, "Help... help me..."
Receiving his look for help, Wu Mo sighed softly, then stepped forward and walked to Hua Chi.
Miraculously, as Wu Mo approached, the mist surrounding Hua Chi slowly dispersed.
Hua Chi breathed in the air that was not very fresh but was extremely precious at this moment. She panted heavily for a long time before she slowly calmed down.
He looked at Wu Mo in shock, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did the fog dissipate when you came?"