Mortal: The Heavenly Spiritual Root that Begins from the Demonic Path

Watching Han Li leave, Mo Juren had to endure the pain and summon up his true energy to chase after Han Li.

"He won't get far!"

"If you chase him so recklessly, and he plots against you, everything will be over."

A voice sounded beside Mo Juren, which seemed very strange. It was a pity that Han Li did not see this moment, otherwise his scalp would have tingled. Luo Yanbu could have been three points faster.

"Idiot, what you think is just what you think. If he really runs away, can you afford the loss?"

"After this, Han Li will be free to fly freely in the sky and swim freely in the sea, while we are like dead bones in a tomb, waiting to die!"

The voice disappeared immediately, and no one knew whether it was convinced or had other plans.

As the three figures continued to chase each other, they soon left the territory of the Qixuan Sect and entered an unknown deep mountain.

Once entering the mountains and forests, the Iron Slave's movements were greatly restricted. Even though his body was as strong as steel, his movements were not smooth after all.

As a result, it caused a huge noise, and many trees the size of bowls were directly broken by it.

However, Han Li in front had no panic in his eyes, but only calmness.

"In the world of immortal cultivation, the methods of immortal cultivators cannot be guessed. If Master Mo is really an immortal cultivator, or there is an immortal cultivator behind him, what should I do?"

In countless midnight dreams, Han Li was chased and awakened by Master Mo again and again, and his expectations of Mo Juren continued to rise.

Finally, after getting the little green bottle, he felt that he had a slight chance of survival.

That is poison!

There has been a tradition since ancient times that medicine and poison are inseparable. Mo Juren's heritage not only has superb medical skills, but also he has collected many poison prescriptions.

Among them, there are three poisons that Han Li likes the most. One is called Chanxiangsi. This poison can flow through the blood throughout the body, and then penetrate into the bones under the stimulation of internal force, finally causing the bones of the poisoned person to atrophy and mutate, and finally turn into powder.

This kind of poison is difficult to prepare, and many medicinal materials are hard to find. Han Li prepared a small bottle of it and poured it on the soft sword he carried with him every day using the poison quenching method.

This is Han Li's killer move, but it is not a sure-kill move.

"Next, let's see if this Heart-Eating Powder is as magical as the legend says."

Han Li rushed left and right, as if he was in a panic and had no idea where to go. Mo Juren, who was behind him, was chasing him while steadying his injuries, while Tie Nu was chasing Han Li diligently.

Although he had Luo Yanbu and was like a fish in water in this jungle, Tie Nu's physical fitness was too strong and he was almost caught up by him several times and looked very embarrassed.

Finally, during a collision, a tiger rushed towards Tie Nu. Although Tie Nu's body was strong, he still fell down after being pounced on.

[Heart-eating powder is the favorite of tigers. Once contaminated, the tiger monster will chase and kill the tiger monster to death until the tiger monster is completely torn to pieces and devoured.]

This kind of medicine was mixed in one of Mo Juren's books, along with the recipe, and it became available to Han Li.

Han Li used it on the iron slave. This was his only chance to turn the tables. He took advantage of the fact that Mo Juren was seriously injured and wrapped himself with the fragrant silk in a hurry to kill Mo Juren!
As for ferocious beasts, there are naturally more of them in the deep mountains. Although he doesn't know how long this tiger can delay the Iron Slave, even if it is only for a moment, Han Li has no choice but to fight with all his might.

"It's our only chance, let's fight to the bitter end!"

Han Li turned around without hesitation and hid himself, waiting for Mo Juren's arrival. He used the Blink Sword Technique he had learned, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

He believed that if something unexpected happened to Tie Nu, he would rush over without hesitation, and it would not take too long. Dozens of meters later, Mo Juren heard the movement in front of him, and immediately said to himself that it was not good, and then stood up.

As soon as he stood up, he realized something was wrong. A chill came from his bones, and it was obvious that he had been poisoned.

Mo Juren immediately thought of the wound on his broken arm. Looking at the broken arm that had stopped bleeding and only a tiny area that revealed a black color, Mo Juren thought to himself that this was not good.

Just looking at the iron slaves in front of him who were fighting hard, he was suddenly caught in a dilemma.

There will inevitably be an ambush ahead.

If he retreated, this explosion would be the last burning before death, not to mention that he was poisoned. Once he went back, death would be waiting for him. There would be no way out.

"Good character, good ability, good opportunity, good fortune."

"This is the quality of an immortal cultivator. I, Mo Juren, don't believe in fate. I want to see what kind of gift my good disciple has prepared for me."

Afterwards, he walked leisurely in front of the courtyard, and finally stopped when he was two or three steps away from the place chosen by Han Li to make the attack.

"Han Li, I know you are here, and I also know that you must have prepared a fatal attack."

"I admit that you have exceeded my expectations many times this time. You even performed unexpectedly well."

"But you are still too young."

As Mo Juren spoke, he burst into laughter, his whole body open, as if he was defenseless.

But at this time, Han Li did not dare to act rashly. Mo Juren's words had many meanings, but it did not mean kneeling down and waiting to die.

Han Li saw that the iron slave beside him had begun to gain the upper hand. Even the several-meter-long spotted tiger could not withstand such a lump of iron.

I suddenly became anxious!

Mo Juren walked forward easily, smiling as he walked.
"Han Li, do you really think your parents are still safely waiting for you to come back home?"

"Do you really think that I haven't prepared any means to control you over the years?"

"Just surrender, this is your only chance."

Han Li's hesitant look became firm.

"If I surrender this time, I will just be waiting to die. We have already broken off relations. According to Master Mo's character, he will definitely not give me another chance."

"Master Mo, I'm sorry, I will kill you!"

Han Li was thinking silently in his mind, and when Mo Juren stepped into the ambush circle, he stabbed down with a sword and dropped from the sky!

Mo Juren seemed to have been prepared and dodged the sword with foresight. All this was naturally thanks to the mysterious voice that had spoken before, a true cultivator, Yu Zitong.

After Han Li's carefully prepared attack was dodged, what followed was Mo Juren's outburst!
The magic silver hand on his left hand suddenly grew bigger, and in the nick of time, he swung out with a palm, and a huge palm print was imprinted on Han Li's chest.

Han Li smiled strangely, as if he didn't care about his own injuries at all. A mouthful of black poisonous water spit out from Yi Jue's mouth and sprayed directly on Mo Juren's face. (End of this chapter)