Chapter 234 Save People


    There are more and more monks from Tongxian City.


    Two months later, Mo Hua sat on the rocks of the inner mountain, looked at the Sinan compass in his hand, and frowned.


    Previously, a light lit up on the compass, and the ink painting rushed over. Most of the monster hunters were hunting monsters, and some monsters were fighting for territory. Few monks fought.


    Occasionally, there are some demon hunters who wear different clothes and dress differently. The Taoist techniques they learn and the style of spiritual weapons they use are different from those in Tongxian City. They should have come from other places, but there are not many people and they are rarely seen.


    But now it’s different.


    Ink paintings are often seen in the inner mountains of Daheishan.


    The Sinan compass lit up, and there were many foreign monks fighting.


    The war between monks suddenly increased.


    Some were fighting for monsters, some started to fight for a moment, and some monks were obviously deliberately causing trouble.


    What''s more, it''s naked murder and robbery!


    Mo Hua saw a truck. The goods on the truck were gone, but blood was stained around it, and the monk''s limbs were everywhere.


    Looking at the traces nearby, it was obvious that a group of merchants were intercepted and killed by monks, their goods were robbed, and all the people were killed.


    Later, the monster smelled blood and ate the corpse again.


    The eyes are full of mess and the death is miserable.


    Mo Hua felt uncomfortable when she looked at it, and couldn''t help but sigh.


    The days in Uchiyama will probably not be peaceful after that.


    Fortunately, the demon hunters in Tongxian City are growing stronger and more people are getting bigger. Most of them are wearing iron armor and holding first-grade sword weapons. Among the nearby fairy cities, they are the most powerful.


    These foreign monks dare not easily provoke local demon hunters.


    But it will be hard to say in the future.


    But let Elder Yu worry about these things. He should save some spiritual ink, practice formations, and enhance his spiritual consciousness to see if he can build a foundation.


    Mo Hua calmed down, then ate some jerky meat and drank some juice made from wild fruits.


    He had used the cold air to chill these juices and drank them in his mouth, sour, sweet and icy.


    Ink painting is also much more comfortable.


    After a while, Si Nan''s compass lit up again, Mo Hua packed up his things, performed his steps, and rushed over from the mountains, forests and rocks.


    A far away, the ink painting’s spiritual sense was released and swept through it simply, and I was a little disappointed.


    The monks fought again.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    In general, monks don’t care about ink paintings when fighting.


    He only has seven levels of Qi refining, and he only knows one fireball technique for attack. He is very proficient in the water step, so he has no problem protecting himself, but he doesn''t want to cause trouble.


    What''s more, most of the time when the disputes between monks are just passing by and taking a look, it is difficult to tell whether it is right or wrong.


    The weak may not be a good person, and the strong may not be a bad person.


    Those who look vicious may not be evil, and those who look good may not be good.


    Know people and don’t know their hearts. People should not behave like appearances.


    Mo Hua decided to take a look at it secretly as usual. Anyway, there is nothing to do now, and I am idle.


    With his spiritual sense, the Qi-refining cultivator could not discover it at all.


    Ink painting climbs up a mountain rock, restrains its breath, and secretly looks over with the protection of plants and trees.


    On the rugged and narrow mountain road, there were two monks fighting.


    The cultivation of cultivators on both sides is mostly in the late stage of Qi refining.


    There are only four people on one side, three men and one woman, and they are at a disadvantage, guarding several boxes of luggage and struggling to support them.


    There were seven people on the other side, dressed in different clothes and looked strange, and were besieging four monks, three men and one woman.


    And the offensive became more and more rapid, and the four monks probably won''t last long.


    Robbery?


    Mo Hua frowned and continued to read, then he found something was wrong.


    He seems to know the four monks.


    There is a middle-aged monk with a few faint scars on his face. He has a good relationship with his father Mo Shan. He has visited Mo Painter before.


    Mo Hua remembers that his name is Ji Qingbai, and Mo Hua calls him Uncle Ji. The young and gentle monk next to him is Ji Qingbai''s son, named Ji Li.


    The father and son are also demon hunters, but they are not monks from Tongxian City, but from Qingxuan City next door.


    Qingxuan City is far away from Tongxian City and passes through the inner mountain of Daheishan, so under normal circumstances, the monks in the two cities do not move much.


    There is also a great monk with a burly figure and a wolf''s skin around his waist. He is a murderous mace with sharp barbs on it.


    Mo Hua remembers that when he clashed with Qian Xing, it was this great man who came forward to stop the monks from the ninth level of Qi Refining in the Qian family.


    In Mo Hua''s impression, this man had a deep cultivation and was very good at cursing people.


    Now he fights against three with one, without falling behind. The grey spiritual power of the mace is entangled with the wind. When he waves, he is very powerful.


    At the same time, he was still cursing, such as "a bunch of miscellaneous people", "cowards who attacked sneak attacks", "bad people who have the ability to fight one-on-one, bully people with power".


    Among the four, the only one whom Mo Hua didn’t know was the female cultivator.


    Looks like Ji Li, she is injured, has the lowest cultivation level and has the most hard support. Fortunately, Ji Li is taking care of her.


    But her entire sleeve was soaked in blood, and I guess she wouldn''t be able to hold on if she continues like this.


    Based on the experience of watching the battle in Uchiyama for so long.


    The man who uses a mace will definitely be able to escape, and Uncle Ji will most likely be able to escape, but it depends on whether these monks are chasing them. If they are chased, it will be a lot of danger.


    Ji Li couldn''t escape. Although he had the eighth level of Qi Refining, he had little experience in the enemy. At this time, he was entangled by so many monks and was struggling to escape.


    As for that female cultivator, she is probably bound to die.


    Maybe death is the best result...


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart.


    What should I do?


    There are seven people on the opposite side, and even if Mo Hua joins the war, they may not be able to save them all.


    If you can’t beat the ink painting, you can run.


    But Ji Li and the female cultivator should not be able to escape.


    Ji Li couldn''t escape, and Ji Qingbai would definitely not want to leave for his son.


    The big man seemed to be a **** and loyal man, and he should have fought to the end.


    "It''s better to save people. Life is better than anything else."


    Ink painting has a certain mind, and takes out a piece of bamboo tube. The bamboo tube is red and there is a firework array inside.


    This kind of bamboo tube is simple to make, and the firework array inside is specially painted by ink paintings, and basically there are monster hunters who enter the mountain.


    Once an accident occurs, the formation is triggered and fireworks are released. When the nearby demon hunter hears the news, he will come to support him.


    Ink painting uses spiritual power to stimulate the firework array, and a beam of fire rose into the sky.


    Both sides fighting on the mountain road were stunned when they saw the fireworks.


    The ink painting used its lapse of water again, quickly ran to the distance, and stimulated another fireworks, and then ran to the top of the left, and set off another fireworks at different locations.


    These three locations, from near to far, fireworks were released in turn, creating an illusion that three waves of demon hunters rushed to support them when they heard the news.


    "It''s the demon hunter in Tongxian City!" An outside monk said in surprise.


    "Brother, what should I do?"


    "They have a lot of people and have iron armor, so we are not opponents."


    The leading monk frowned and hesitated for a moment.


    Just a little bit...


    They had been fighting for a long time and were about to kill these monks, rob the goods, and then took the female cultivator back.


    The evacuation was in vain at this time!


    Seeing that they were not leaving, Mo Hua raised his right hand and released another fireball.


    This fireball technique was fast and accurate, and suddenly hit an alien monk. The monk staggered and fell to the ground, shouting in pain because of the burning of the fireball technique.


    The spell at the seventh level of Qi refining may not be anything to monsters, but when it hits the monk, its power cannot be underestimated.


    "Spell?!" The leading monk was shocked.


    (This chapter ends)