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    The night is deep and the mountains and forests are silent.


    Hao Xuan looked at the three black-clothed monks lying on the ground and opened his mouth wide, "Senior Brother, your formation is too powerful..."


    Only one encounter, a roar, a flash of fire, and a formation exploded.


    These three monks in black who had good cultivation died unexpectedly...


    Hao Xuan looked shocked, Mo Hua was still a little happy in his heart, but on the surface, he still had to maintain the face of "Xiao Senior Brother", so he nodded reservedly:


    “It’s okay…”


    Conventionally, he needs to use fireball techniques to finish the attack.


    But this time Hao Xuan was nearby, Mo Hua did not take action, so as not to make him feel that his young senior brother was vicious.


    This destroyed his friendly image of "simple and kindness" among his classmates.


    Three men in black died.


    Mo Hua raised his fingers and drew a golden light, cutting through the masks of the three people, but under the masks were still covered with the dirty and black flesh and blood corroded by the demonic energy.


    "Will someone be disfigured as soon as they die..."


    Mo Hua frowned slightly.


    In this case, you have to capture one of them alive so that they can see their appearance clearly?


    Hao Xuan whispered, "There are four people left. Will I be able to lure them here again?"


    Mo Hua pondered for a moment, shook her head and said:


    "No need, it''s just four people, there''s no need to attract you... I guess you can''t attract you..."


    "Five people have disappeared. No matter how stupid they are, they know that you have a problem. Once you show up, they should be more cautious and even think about running away..."


    Hao Xuan said in confusion: "What should I do?"


    "I''ll go over and take a look," Mo Hua thought for a while, and then said to Hao Xuan, "Your injury has not healed, just stay in the vicinity and don''t take action."


    "But..." Hao Xuan hesitated for a moment and said with some concern, "You can''t set up the formation in advance when you go there. It''s also very dangerous to face those black-clothed monks..."


    "My spell is amazing!" Mo Hua said.


    Hao Xuan was slightly stunned.


    If he remembered correctly, it seems that he only got a "C" in the Taoist teaching course assessment of ink painting.


    Can C also be considered very powerful?


    Hao Xuan wanted to say something, but seeing Mo Hua''s confident look, he thought it would be better to be honest and "obedient".


    Hao Xuan said, "That little brother, be careful."


    Mo Hua nodded, "Don''t worry."


    There are a total of nine monks in black in the early stage of foundation building.


    Five people were killed by using the formation to "fish" and they were killed.


    The remaining four are completely fish on the chopping board, and it is impossible for them to escape from their palms.


    The ink painting''s eyes are a bit dangerous.


    Hao Xuan looked at Mo Hua and felt in a daze that these black monks who had killed the five of them to the death, in the eyes of his "little brother" he was...


    Like chicks?


    No...


    …


    On the other hand, the battle between Cheng Mo and the other three and four monks in black continued.


    Cheng Mo and the other two were at a disadvantage.


    They were chased before, fighting and retreating along the way, and their spirits were exhausted.


    Although the number of monks in black has dropped sharply and there are only four people left, they still feel more and more difficult.


    But now is the best opportunity to get out.


    If they can hold on, there will be a turning point and may escape.


    Otherwise, if the other men in black catch Hao Xuan or if they fail to catch him, they will be unable to turn things around.


    Hao Xuan has good body skills, they know that.


    In this case, Cheng Mo and the others could only expect that Hao Xuan would hold on for a while.


    Although the other four men in black had the upper hand, their faces became more and more serious.


    Five people have gone, but have not come back yet.


    I don’t know if I was dragged down or ambushed.


    Although it is unlikely that you will lose your life, if you delay it for a long time, changes will inevitably arise.


    My group of people were walking in black at night, and they did something shameful. Things could change easily for a long time. Once exposed, they would die without a place to bury them.


    The monk in black in the black was uneasy and suddenly gritted his teeth and said:


    "Take drugs and fight quickly!"


    The other three men in black were stunned and hesitant.


    But they dared not ignore the orders of "Big Brother".


    The three of them took a step back and took out a blood-colored pill from somewhere. Before Cheng Mo and others could react, they quickly fed it into their mouths.


    In a blink of an eye, the aura of the four people suddenly increased, and bloodshots appeared in their eyes.


    Cheng Mo and the other two looked shaking.


    "Evil Pill?"


    They all felt something was wrong in their hearts.


    Originally at a disadvantage, now these four men in black have all eaten evil pills and their cultivation has increased a lot.


    If this continues, I am afraid it will be a lot of danger...


    Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and said nonchalantly:


    "A group of evil beasts! Even if I die today, I will take you back!"


    After saying that, he roared angrily, his eyes wide open, his upper body muscles covered with a deep bronze color, his blood boiled, and his whole aura was like a giant axe that opened up mountains and cracked the ground.


    The mountain-opening axe!


    This is the Cheng family’s ancestors’ teachings, with simple moves and rough power.


    After the Taoist law is activated, the flesh is like steel, and the axe blade has the power to open mountains and crack stones.


    But the duration is limited.


    His realm has limited cultivation and cannot fully exert the power of this Taoist Dharma.


    Cheng Mo forced his performance to overdraw his blood and energy and fought hard with the monk in black.


    Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun next to him, seeing Cheng Mo want to fight to the death, they also knew that it was the critical moment and had to fight to the death.


    There is still a glimmer of hope after fighting.


    If you don’t fight, you will definitely die.


    Situ Jian pointed and urged the sword energy to the extreme, and a layer of shiny red and fiery fire enveloped his spiritual sword.


    Yang Qianjun''s eyes shone out of golden eyes, and a dazzling golden light was also condensed on the spear.


    For a moment, the three of them looked pale, but they were very excited to fight.


    When Mo Hua arrived, she happened to see this scene and couldn''t help but sigh in her heart.


    Children from aristocratic families are indeed extraordinary.


    These aristocratic families have powerful moves passed down from generation to generation, and they are very powerful at first glance.


    Especially Cheng Mo.


    On weekdays, he looks uncontrollable, but when he is fighting for life and death, he holds two axes in his hand, and his fighting spirit is astonishing as the eyes of the Vajra, with amazing momentum.


    In addition, Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun are both fire and gold, and their spiritual power is surging, which is no less than that.


    that is…


    Looks a little too stupid...


    This kind of move with a big opening and closing is powerful, but if you don’t have enough experience and use it poorly, it will have great disadvantages.


    Sure enough, the monk in black in the head, although his face was solemn, was not very anxious, but ordered in a deep voice:


    "These three boys are going to fight to the death. You can''t beat them. Be careful..."


    A trace of sharpness flashed in the eyes of the boss in black, "It must not last long. Slowly use up, exhaust their blood and spiritual power, and they will surely die!"


    The other three men in black nodded and said, "Yes!"


    In a flash, the two sides fought again.


    Cheng Mo and the other two knew that they couldn''t hold on for too long, so they wanted to fight and decide quickly. They used thunder methods to kill one or two first, then fight or leave, and then act according to the opportunity.


    The monks in black are mainly engaged in control and restraining them. They neither let Cheng Mo and the other two leave nor fight with them. They want to exhaust the three of them and kill them all.


    In the field, the axe lights and sword lights intertwined, and the spiritual power and blood were intertwined and stirred.


    It looked so loud, but the situation has been stalemate.


    Cheng Mo became more and more anxious.


    His axe was not good at learning. Although he was strong and fierce, he could not fight for a long time.


    Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun on the side were not much better.


    Their spiritual power is insufficient, so they forced this killer move, and every moment, the spiritual power is pouring out.


    Mo Hua looked at it and shook her head.


    "No matter how powerful it is, it''s still too young..."


    "Before using the killing move, you should first think about whether you can kill the enemy. If you can''t kill it, what will happen..."


    "With a passionate effort, a lot of spiritual power was consumed in vain..."


    "I don''t know, I need to save some use of spiritual power..."


    Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart, hid in the dark, and stretched out her fingers.


    A fireball broke out into the air, and in the dark, a rapid and bright fire light drew out, and accurately hit a man in black who was avoiding Cheng Mo''s big axe.


    This fireball is fast and accurate, beyond everyone''s expectations.


    The man in black who was hit by the fireball was even more surprised.


    He had no idea where this fireball came from and who took it.


    After a moment, his expression became panicked.


    This fireball technique is not very powerful, not enough to cause him to suffer fatal injuries.


    But the fireball exploded on him, and his spiritual power exploded, forcing him to stagger, and his body lost its balance and was delayed for a moment.


    The battle between life and death is a moment of delay, which is enough to be fatal.


    The man in black turned pale in an instant.


    Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, and immediately came to his senses. He couldn''t help but smile. He grabbed the flaw for this moment, held up his axe and slashed it down suddenly.


    The monk in black tried his best to dodge, but he still didn''t have time.


    The powerful and powerful axes directly split his chest with the power of opening the mountain.


    Four monks in black died in an instant.


    Everyone present changed their expressions.


    Cheng Mo and the other two were delighted, "Do you have any help?"


    The monk in black on the other side, his eyes were flustered and his heart was slightly cold.


    "Are there any ambush?"


    The monk in black in the black immediately whispered loudly, "Who is the fellow Taoist? He is hiding his head and showing his tail? Why not come out to see him?"


    The night is dark all around, the mountains and forests are gone, and when the cool breeze passes, the shadows of the trees are heavy, like ghosts.


    The monk in black felt cold sweat.


    Cheng Mo and the other two showed their sharp eyes, and seized the opportunity to kill the remaining men in black.


    The man in black in the head looked stern and gritted his teeth and ordered:


    "Continue to waste, be careful of spell plotting..."


    The two sides fought again.


    Cheng Mo and his other people were fighting with great spirits. The monk in black became afraid of his hands and feet.


    They were afraid that another fireball would suddenly fly out of the dark night, and they would kill them when their lives were hanging...


    But the fireball technique of ink painting is too fast and it is impossible to defend against it.


    After about ten rounds, in the dark night that had been silent for a long time, another fireball suddenly flew out and blew on the back of a man in black.


    The man in black snorted in pain and his body stagnated.


    Situ Jian''s eyes were quick and quick hands, and immediately pointed and handed out a Lihuo sword energy.


    The sword energy was burning, directly piercing the heart veins of the man in black.


    Another man in black died.


    After a moment, another fireball flew out in the darkness and headed straight for another man in black.


    With the lessons learned from the past, this man in black was worried and full of vigilance.


    As soon as the fireball in the ink painting came out, he immediately noticed it and tried his best to dodge, barely avoiding his front face.


    The fireball technique flew past his ears, and his ears were sore, but luckily, they were not covered by the fireball.


    The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could recover, he saw a spear tip appearing on his chest.


    Yang Qianjun took advantage of his fireball protection and had already taken the opportunity to go around him and pierced his chest with one shot.


    At this point, the situation has changed dramatically.


    Three fireballs, three lives.


    Only the monk in black was left in the field.


    He stood in the local area, his eyes full of terror and incredible.


    "What''s going on?!"


    But in the blink of an eye, several fireballs flew over, and his three brothers died quickly...


    He didn''t give him much time to react, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.


    “There are masters!”


    "You have to leave! Otherwise you will die!"


    The monk in black turned around and wanted to escape without saying a word.


    Ink painting in the dark fingers, a light blue water pattern suddenly appeared, and the water prison instantly condensed, tied the monk in black in the black to the spot.


    "This is…"


    The monk in black had no blood on his face.


    Cheng Mo raised his two axes and wanted to kill the monk in black. At this moment, a crisp voice said:


    “Catch the living!”


    This sound is a bit familiar.


    But in the wilderness, in the dark mountains and forests, it sounds a bit weird...


    Cheng Mo didn''t recognize him for a moment.


    But he still subconsciously left a living mouth, deflected the axe and chopped it on the back of the monk in black.


    Unexpectedly, the monk in black suddenly became horrified when he heard the three words "catch the living".


    Just at this moment, a golden light came from afar.


    This golden light was not very powerful and went straight to the face of the monk in black.


    It seems that he doesn''t want to take his life, but wants to cut off his mask and expose his appearance.


    But this seemed to scare him more than killing him.


    The monk in black showed despair. Without waiting for the golden light to break his face, he directly broke his fingers. A demonic energy spread instantly, swallowing his flesh and blood and turning it into a pool of black water.


    Cheng Mo and others were startled, avoided each other, and looked at each other.


    "Is this...a magic cultivator''s method?"


    Cheng Mo said in a cold voice.


    But all the monks in black here were dead, with blood all over the ground, and the mountains and forests were dead and no one answered.


    After a while, Cheng Mo and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.


    No matter what, the manager survived.


    Yang Qianjun looked solemn and bowed to the forest opposite:


    “Thank you for your help!”


    "I wonder who fellow Taoist is, can you show up and talk?"


    The mountains and forests are silent.


    Situ Jian frowned, "Is it because of the senior brothers of which sect in Qianxuezhou area? Seeing the injustice on the road, he helped me?"


    "Although I used ordinary fireball techniques, I took accurate actions and lifted heavy weights easily, which easily changed the situation..."


    "It must be a master of magic..."


    "Will the master of spells use only fireball skills?"


    “It doesn’t look like it…”


    Cheng Mo said solemnly: "Generally speaking, experts do not use low-end spells like Fireball, but a real master will use inconspicuous spells like Fireball to turn decay into magic..."


    “It makes sense…”


    "Who will that be?"


    Cheng Mo thought for a moment and hesitated: "Isn''t it a ''senior'' master, right?"


    "Just shout ''Senior Brother'', don''t shout ''Senior Brother'', it''s too weird..."


    A crisp sound rang out, and Mo Hua silently appeared in front of the three of them, smiling brightly.


    Yang Qianjun was stunned.


    Situ Jianren was stupid.


    Cheng Mo was so shocked that his chin fell off.


    “Ink…ink painting?!”


    Mo Hua nodded.


    "You, you..."


    Cheng Mo said "you" for a long time, but I don''t know what to say. After a long time of rest, he said:


    "You put the fireball technique?"


    "What about that?"


    Cheng Mo looked around and asked again, "There is no one else?"


    "Um!"


    "But, you..."


    Cheng Mo''s heart was hit hard for a moment.


    Why is it...ink painting?


    How is that possible?


    He was full of doubts and felt that there were many things he wanted to ask, but for a moment, his head was a little confused and he didn''t know where to ask.


    Mo Hua ignored him, but checked the corpses of several men in black and found that their flesh and blood and spiritual power were indeed corroded by the demonic energy.


    The monk in black-clothed was turned into a pool of black water.


    Ink painting was a little disappointed.


    Still not caught the living...


    Once these people know that they will die, they will commit suicide without hesitation and destroy their bodies with their demonic energy.


    I am really cruel to myself.


    Or do they have absolutely ulterior motives and terrible secrets?


    Mo Hua pondered for a moment and shook her head, "It''s not very safe here. You are injured again. Find a place to hide..."


    "Um."


    Cheng Mo and the other two nodded in a key position.


    So the three of them took Yi Li who had fainted, Mo Hua went to call Hao Xuan. The group went around the mountains and forests and found a hidden cave to live temporarily.


    The ink painting simply sets up some warning, concealing and protective formations outside the cave.


    Cheng Mo and his men were healing their injuries in the cave.


    After taking the pill, several people''s injuries improved and their spiritual power gradually recovered. Situ Jian finally couldn''t help asking:


    "Mo Hua, why are you here?"


    Ink painting underestimated:


    "I went back to the sect and passed by here. I saw blood. I followed and found Hao Xuan who was being chased..."


    "I was lucky after that, so I saved Hao Xuan, and then followed Hao Xuan and found you, and saved you by ''lucky''..."


    "oh…"


    Cheng Mo nodded, but as he lit up, he realized something was wrong:


    Is this a coincidence, luck can be done by luck?


    "How did you... save me?" Cheng Mo asked.


    "Just... set up a formation, explode it, and it''s all..." Mo Hua said.


    "Where are the five men in black who were just taken away?"


    "Same thing, set up a formation and explode it, and the person will be gone..."


    Cheng Mo and the other two looked at each other and took a breath.


    "All dead?!"


    Mo Hua nodded, then sighed and said helplessly:


    "You know, I am a formation master, with weak physical body and weak spiritual power. It is very dangerous to fight head-on."


    "I have no choice but to encounter such a cruel black monk who doesn''t show up. I can only think of a way first, set up a formation and blow them up..."


    "Who knew they couldn''t help but explode and died as soon as they exploded. It''s not my fault..."


    Cheng Mo: “…”


    Situ Jian: “…”


    Yang Qianjun: “…”


    Mo Hua saw them looking at him in surprise and felt that he should keep a low profile, so he said with a serious look:


    "These are all small things. The most important thing now is, what should we do next?"


    "These monks in black... are human traffickers?"


    Cheng Mo and others were stunned, and then their expressions became solemn.


    "Let''s go back and report to Tingsi?" Situ Jian said.


    "I want to report to Tingsi."


    "But, it''s too late..."


    "When Daotingsi arrived, these human traffickers probably had already run away..."


    "There are also monks who were sold by them, and I don''t know where they will be sold..."


    "If it is sold to ordinary monks, it may not be much, but if it is sold to evil cultivators or demon cultivators, I''m afraid it will..."


    Some cruel rumors about demon cultivators killing and practicing exercises, killing and practicing alchemy, and killing sacrificial weapons have emerged in everyone''s hearts.


    Everyone looked a little solemn.


    "Why..."


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up slightly and he whispered, "Did you kill all the men in black?"


    Cheng Mo and others were stunned, and then looked at the ink painting silently.


    Especially Cheng Mo and Situ Jian.


    It seemed like they met this first time. This "Little Brother" who was innocent and cute in the past, harmless, has no foundation, and is dedicated to drawing formations...


    (This chapter ends)