When the medicinal power and spiritual energy entered his body, it began to flow out from the gaps in front and behind his chest, making it difficult to preserve in his body, making it impossible for him to absorb them all.

This was what he was most worried about before.

But even so, Dongfang Mo tried his best to absorb the remaining medicinal power and spiritual energy in his body.

The essence and blood of the deer antler root were enough to allow him to practice the anode body-forging technique to a small level. He was confident of recovering this injury.

But now I am seriously injured and even more hurt, so I naturally cannot practice. I can only fight to the death and try to attack the foundation building.

Only after breaking through and building one's own foundation will the body be transformed by heaven and earth, and in this process, the injuries it suffers can be recovered.

At this critical moment, he didn't care about the blood gushing out of his chest. The only thing he could do was absorb, absorb, and reabsorb.

But even though he tried his best, he only persisted for more than ten breaths and started to stop running.

Because his injuries were too severe, the speed of his absorption was not as good as the speed of blood rushing. In a moment, the essence and blood of the deer antler root were lost and exhausted again.

"Wow!"

After a violent cough, he suddenly opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood. It was difficult to invigorate the magic power in his body.

"Oriental Mo!"

Nangong Yurou exclaimed, holding his about to fall, and she had already cried into tears.

"Will you die on this bone mountain?"

Dongfang Mo smiled bitterly.

He was not afraid of death, and there was no hindrance anyway. When he was a storyteller, he was too tiring to live and wanted to die but was a little reluctant to let it go.

But now he has stepped into the gate of practice and finally has a little pursuit. Therefore, not being afraid does not mean his original intention.

"Hmph, I have to fight even if I die."

Thinking that he was kicked by the young man in black and then fell into the bottomless stream and did not die. Now, he was stabbed on the Bone Mountain, and he would never give up easily.

"Since this method does not work, I'm afraid it's only possible to stimulate the strange blood power in the body."

Previously, relying on the essence and blood of the deer antler root, he faintly stimulated the blood power in his body, which was enough to allow him to refine all the essence and blood. Perhaps only this method can be tried.

So he spewed out a mouthful of blood again, gritted his teeth and mobilized the small amount of magic power in his body, causing the blood to start to flow continuously.

But the more this happens, the more blood gushed out of his chest, and he loses strength.

At this time, his body was covered with sticky plasma, and the area in front of him was bright red.

After holding on for a while, he no longer had the strength, his body became weak, and he lay in Nangong Yurou's arms again.

It seems that if he wants to stimulate the power of his bloodline by himself, he probably has no hope. He must have the essence and blood of the deer antler root or other spiritual medicine of the same level.

But there is no spiritual medicine on this bone mountain?

"Hey! Why did you forget this thing?"

Just when he was almost lost, he suddenly let out a light ejaculation, then reached out to grab the storage bag, and took out a jade bottle from it.

Dongfang Mo tilted the jade bottle and poured out something like a dry seed.

This object is the lotus seed that was found in Wudijian before, from the location where the old monk sat cross-legged on the lotus platform.

As the bone-toothed teeth say, this thing is called a lotus, which carries a lotus flower and a lotus seed in life. It is one of the eight treasures of Buddhism.

However, because he was anxious, he took off the object withered and caused him to feel a little painful.

Although he didn't know what the eight treasures of Buddhism were, judging from the tone of the old and cheap bones of the bone teeth, he vaguely knew that this thing might be really difficult to estimate with its value.

So he reached out and grabbed the bone teeth.

As soon as Jiya Fang appeared, he saw Dongfang Mo looking like a dying person, and his eyes were extremely shocked.

"Hey, boy, what's wrong with you?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"I just suffered a little injury. Tell me if this lotus is taken directly."

Dongfang Mo had no extra strength to explain to him and asked directly.

"Do you want to use this to heal your wounds?"

The flames pounded in the eyes of the bone teeth, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

"good."

Dongfang Mo did not deny it. Although the lotus seed has already dried, since it dares to be called the Eight Treasures of Buddhism, it may have miraculous effects.

"This... to be honest, I don't know either. After all, I have only heard of the eight treasures of Buddhism and have never seen the real thing, let alone how to use it."

He was silent for a moment and then spoke.

"He is almost dead, why can you still do this? Just help him."

Nangong Yurou looked at the bone teeth, her words full of begging tone. In her opinion, the skull must have known something.

"Little girl, Grandpa Gu really doesn't know. I feel disgusted when I see monks in my life. How could I know their things very well?"

"you……"

What else did Nangong Yurou say, but Dongfang Mo tried hard to raise his hand and interrupted her.

He frowned and picked up the shriveled lotus seed and looked at it in front of him.

"Don't worry!"

After a moment of silence, he narrowed his eyes, then threw it into his mouth, swallowing it mixed with blood.

Seeing this, the flames in the eyes of the bone teeth pounded sharply and immediately returned to peace.

Nangong Yurou had no choice but to do it. The only thing she could do was to hug him tightly and let blood flow on her body.

The moment the lotus was swallowed into the belly, Dongfang Mo didn't feel anything, as if he was eating a seed that had no effect.

At this point, a trace of self-mockery and relief flashed in his eyes. Perhaps his life should be like this.

However, just when he almost no longer had any hope, suddenly, a cool feeling flowed from his abdomen to his limbs and veins, and in the blink of an eye it spread throughout his body. At the same time, a rich lotus fragrance spread, making people take a breath and immerse themselves in it.

Dongfang Mo looked stunned, and a hint of surprise appeared the next moment.

Because he could feel that the cool feeling was filled with a gentle medicinal power.

So he stopped hesitating and immediately sat upright and ran the magic trick, circulating nearly half of the blood that had been lost in his body, madly trying to stimulate the strange power.

Nangong Yurou straightened his body and touched his tears with her hands, not noticing that her face was covered with Dongfang Mo's blood.

Although tears flashed, I looked at him with anticipation, hoping that a miracle would happen.

Dongfang Mo could feel the shriveled lotus seed constantly exuding gentle medicinal power in his belly.

However, this was not what he wanted. Because these medicinal powers could make his magic tricks work, but they could not break through at all.

So under the agitation of his magic power, all rushed towards a lotus, trying to refine it.

"boom!"

When his magic power just touched the surface of a lotus, he suddenly felt a loud noise in his body. At the same time, he saw his stomach suddenly stretching out, like a huge ball, and there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed drastically. He was shocked to find that under the urging of magic power, the lotus was like ignited gunpowder, which seemed to dry, but the huge amount of medicine contained in it burst, stretched out his body.

Moreover, the medicinal power was more than ten times stronger than before when it was gentler than before. It was far more than the impact brought to him by the deer antler root essence and blood.

Feeling that the medicinal power in his body is gathering more and more, his body is comparable to the two Yue Lao Sans, and he is even more inclined to change towards the three Yue Lao Sans.

So a loud shout.

"Try it for me"

"Buzz!"

The moment his words fell, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the blood in his body. This light was brighter than the essence and blood of the deer antler root before. Obviously, it was because the effect of a lotus is far greater than that of the deer antler root.

At this point, Dongfang Mo felt as if he had grown a lot of strength out of thin air. Although he had not fully recovered, his previous sense of weakness had been wiped out.

His expression showed a hint of ecstasy, and he finally stimulated the power of his bloodline. So he began to refine the medicine power that had almost burst out in his belly without hesitation.

Next, you can see his body stopping and continuing to grow. Although it has not shrunk, it is still like a ball, but it has become stable.

“Not enough!”

When he felt that his mana was recovering, the speed was not fast, and blood was still rising out of his chest. Dongfang Mo gritted his teeth and encouraged him again, his mana suddenly rushed towards the lotus in his abdomen.

"boom!"

A more vibrating roar sounded in his body. In an instant, a lotus medicine power burst out, and his body was stretched out again.

But as the medicinal power surged wildly, the strange blood power in his blood was also stimulated, and the light emitted became stronger.

With mutual restraint, his body, which was about to be extended, stabilized again.

With the powerful medicinal power of Yizilian, he was able to stabilize his injury. Moreover, because the medicinal power not only poured into the dantian, but also into the bone marrow, his blood was reconstructed, forming a balance with the speed of chest loss.

In this way, he can concentrate on relying on his huge medicinal power to hit the bottleneck in the late stage of the ninth level and try to break through to the peak of the ninth level.

As long as a lotus can continuously provide medicinal power, he is at least 30% sure that he can succeed.
To be continued...