The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Wenrou and Chu Mo exchanged glances, each seeing deep fear in the other's eyes. They knew that today's battle wouldn't be easy. Especially Cui Xinghe. Who knew what kind of adventure he had encountered that had elevated his strength to another level?

However, Cui Xinghe did not take action immediately, but watched Wen Rou and Chu Mo struggling under the siege with great interest. He had a faint smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance.

"Haha, I can't believe that the once high-ranking senior brother of Chongliu Sect would end up like this." Cui Xinghe watched the battle while making some sarcastic remarks. His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, making Wenrou and Chu Mo's faces even uglier.

Seeing the group of cultivators failing to kill the two, Cui Xinghe finally lost his patience. He suddenly flashed and rushed towards Wen Rou like a ghost. The longsword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and went straight for Wen Rou's vitals.

At this moment, Chu Mo once again stood in front of Wenrou without hesitation. He stared at Cui Xinghe's sword with wide eyes, ready to meet the fatal blow.

Cui Xinghe's strike was even more ferocious and fierce than the previous cultivator's. He had clearly used all his strength, intending to kill Wen Rou in one blow. However, when he realized he had stabbed Chu Mo, a cruel smile appeared on his face. Not only did he not sheath his sword, he twisted the hilt and pushed the blade further into Chu Mo's body.

Blood instantly gushed out of Chu Mo's chest, staining his clothes red. His face turned extremely pale, but his eyes still revealed determination and unyielding spirit.

Chu Mo was already covered in wounds, and this sudden sword attack made things even worse, almost taking his life.

He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. Wenrou, who was standing by, witnessed this scene, her eyes instantly bloodshot, and she rushed towards Cui Xinghe desperately.

However, how could she be a match for Cui Xinghe?

"Rou Rou, hurry up!" Chu Mo endured the severe pain in his body and shouted at Wen Rou with all his might.

Seeing this, Cui Xinghe pulled out the sword that was stuck in Chu Mo's chest without hesitation. As he did this, Chu Mo's body shook violently several times, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his chest like a fountain.

At this moment, Wenrou only wanted to kill Cui Xinghe. She seemed to have lost her mind and kept attacking him like crazy, as if she wanted to die together with him.

Chu Mo was extremely anxious and tried to stand up to protect Wenrou, but due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness began to gradually blur, and he even felt that his soul was slowly leaving his body.

Just as Cui Xinghe was about to repeat his old trick and kill Wenrou, a black mist suddenly appeared behind Wenrou. A man in a black robe appeared in the black mist, pulled Wenrou behind him, and raised a black sword to block Cui Xinghe's attack.

The person who came was Wen Yu. He noticed that Wen Rou's life fire was constantly swaying, so he quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over. Fortunately, he arrived at the critical moment and saved Wen Rou.

Wenrou grabbed Wen Yu's black robe and shouted hoarsely, "Chu Mo, take Chu Mo away with you!"

Wen Yu uttered a "tsk" and immediately grabbed Chu Mo, who was standing nearby and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and disappeared into the black fog with the two of them. The black fog was the passage connecting the demon world and the mortal world.

When they arrived at the Demon Realm Hall, Wenrou didn't care about anything else and rushed towards Chu Mo, calling his name.

However, at this moment Chu Mo closed his eyes and did not respond to the gentle call.

Wen Yu frowned, stretched out his hand and placed it on Chu Mo to test him, then said, "He's still alive, but something seems to be wrong."

Hearing this, Wenrou quickly turned to look at Wen Yu and asked anxiously, "What happened to him?"

Wen Yu has now reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, and his strength is far above theirs, so he can naturally detect Chu Mo's abnormality.

So he pursed his lips and said slowly, "He is seriously injured, and his soul seems to be almost dissipating. Although his body still has some breath, I'm afraid... it's only a matter of time."

Considering Wenrou's emotions, Wen Yu did not say the word "death".

"Do you have any way to save his life?" Wenrou asked anxiously.

Wen Yu sighed, not understanding why his sister had to rely on this cultivator. But after all, she was his sister, and he certainly couldn't just stand by and watch her die.

"The blood spring in my palace can delay the death of his body. When the time comes, let the medical practitioner check on him, heal his wounds, and then put him in the blood spring. That will at least delay the death for a while. As for the fact that he has lost his soul, I can't do anything about it. After all, his condition is somewhat abnormal."

Generally, when a monk dies, he dies instantly. There is no case where the soul is lost but the body is still alive.

Wenrou held Chu Mo tightly, not wanting to give up any chance to save him. So after the demon world's medical practitioners healed Chu Mo, Wen Yu had Chu Mo placed in his own blood spring.

The Blood Spring had always been used by the Demon Lord for healing and cultivation. If this cultivator wasn't his sister's lifeblood, Wen Yu would definitely not have given up the Blood Spring.

Wenrou watched over Chu Mo for a while and saw that he seemed to be asleep. He was still breathing, but he didn't wake up.

So he decided to go to the Medical Valley where Chu Mo had taken him, to see if Wu Daozi had any way to save Chu Mo.

On the other side, in the world of immortal cultivation, there is the Chongliu Sect.

In an ice cave filled with cold air, a man was sitting on an ice bed, meditating with his eyes closed.

The man had long silver-white hair that fell on his shoulders like snow, forming a sharp contrast with his fair and translucent skin.

His face was extraordinarily handsome, with distinct lines and flawless sculpture. His high nose bridge, well-defined face, and sexy thin lips all drew people's attention.

Suddenly, the man opened his tightly closed eyes. They were deep and bright, like stars in a cold night, flashing with a cold and clear light. His gaze seemed to penetrate everything, with an inviolable majesty.

He slowly raised his hand, covered his chest, frowned slightly, and seemed confused about something.

After a long time, he stood up and walked out of the ice cave.

The man had just taken a few steps when he heard a surprised voice.

"You are! You are the Wuji Zhenren! You have come out of retreat? That's great, it's really great, we are saved!" The man actually burst into tears of joy as he spoke.

Mo Wuji turned to look at the person who spoke and said in a cold voice: "Demon cultivator?"

The man's expression froze when he heard that, as if he was afraid that the other party would kill him. He hurriedly explained: "Master Wuji, I am a disciple of Chongliu Sect. Chongliu Sect was breached by the devil, and all the disciples of the sect were transformed into devil with a magic weapon by that devil. Although that devil didn't kill us, what we are experiencing is worse than death!" The man said gritting his teeth.