Chapter 732 Broke the Golden Gate
“Senior Brother…”
The tall Cheng Mo had a clear look in his eyes, and even a hint of "admiration" was felt, making the Mo Hua feel uncomfortable.
"Can this armor be sold to me? Any spiritual stone can be enough!"
Cheng Mo was so greedy that his saliva was about to flow down.
When the other people heard this, they all looked at the ink painting with bright eyes.
Especially Situ Jian and Hao Xuan.
The two of them have not worn this armor yet and have never experienced the feeling of increasing spiritual power and increasing power of Taoism, so they looked curious and eager.
Situ Jian is a sword cultivator. He really wants to know how powerful his Lihuo Sword will be after it increases.
Hao Xuan is now considered a "stick" cultivator, but he was also a sword cultivator.
Even if you like to hit the slap, no one doesn’t want to try the powerful sword technique once.
Mo Hua said: "This armor has many restrictions and the formations inside are also very complicated. If I don''t control it with my divine thoughts, I can''t increase my spiritual power..."
Several people were a little regretful.
Buchengmo hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, what you want to do next time, you must bring me with you. I don''t have high requirements. As long as I let me wear this armor, I will cut whatever you point to."
Cheng Mo assured with a serious face.
The ink painting was a little helpless, "Okay..."
He looked up and saw that it was getting late, and he said, "It''s getting late. Let''s peel the pig demon first and go back."
"good."
This is a second-grade mid-term pig demon, with fat heads and big ears, special categories, peeling and bones to remove materials, it seems to be worth a lot of merit.
Cheng Mo raised two big axes and started chopping the pig''s head.
Others also divided the work and cooperated.
Elder Xun in the distance finally calmed down after a series of complicated psychological struggles.
No matter what identity the ink painting is, or wherever the formation you learn, you can''t control it.
This is the ancestor’s business.
The matter of the ancestor is that I am a great-grandson in the Golden Elixir Stage, and I don’t have the courage or the ability to care about it.
Remember the ancestor’s instructions and keep this child safe.
Apart from this, nothing else has to do with yourself.
Elder Xun nodded and silently glanced at Mo Hua and the others.
"However, a second-grade intermediate pig demon with thick skin and thick blood can be killed by these children..."
"It''s so terrifying to be young..."
Elder Xun sighed in his heart.
Although it was a few people working together, it was also amazing.
The last disciple he had seen who could lead a team to hunt down monsters in the middle stage of foundation building with his mid-stage foundation building cultivation. It seemed that it was Senior Brother Xuan...
The sword-browed and long bearded, and the upright face suddenly floated in my heart.
As for his thoughts, Elder Xun''s eyes were dim and he felt sad.
God is jealous of talent...
Senior Brother Xuan was a stunning swordsman genius, a descendant of Dugu ancestor who was the only one in the swordsman and deified Taixu, and was highly expected by the entire Taixu Sect.
But later, for some reason, the spiritual sword of my life was broken and he has never recovered since then, becoming a commoner.
Now there is no news, and I don’t know where I have gone.
Back then, the two of them practiced together and practiced swords together, and they were also punished together, and their friendship was deep.
But now time has passed and the road is long, and I am afraid there will be no more time to meet.
Elder Xun was stunned for a moment and lost his mind...
But before he could be sad, several monks'' auras came from afar.
Elder Xun turned his head and looked at it in his breath, frowned slightly.
Mo Hua and several people are peeling the pig demon''s bones.
After a while, Mo Hua was suddenly stunned, raised her head and looked up at the mountain road on the other side. Her eyes were condensed and she said in a deep voice:
“Someone is here.”
Cheng Mo was a little surprised and released his spiritual sense, but there was no one around him.
But seeing Mo Hua''s expression was a little solemn, Cheng Mo and the others knew it. They each picked up their axes, held swords, and looked alert.
Within a moment, several auras of monks appeared within the range of spiritual consciousness.
Cheng Mo and his friends looked at each other and noticed that something was wrong.
These monks clearly felt Mo Hua and others, and did not shyly, walked over and appeared beside the forest.
A group of eight monks were wearing golden Taoist robes and golden swords on their waists. They were all golden-shaped spiritual roots, with a handsome appearance and arrogant expressions.
Ink painting thought it was true.
It''s the Broken Golden Gate...
Among these eight people, their faces were very strange, and seven of them were in the middle stage of foundation building. The leader was the one who was in the late stage of foundation building.
It seems that it is a senior brother from Duanjin Gate, who is hunting monsters with a group of disciples.
This senior brother Duanjinmen in the late stage of foundation building is tall and thin, with a golden jade on his side, holding his head up, looking very impressive.
On his right hand, a disciple of Duan Kinmen took a step forward, pointed at the people of Mo Hua, and opened his mouth and said:
"Little kid, you have such a courageous courage to steal the monsters that broke the Kinmen?"
Cheng Mo''s eyes were condensed and he said coldly:
"This pig demon was killed by us through a lot of hard work. Is it true that you have nothing to do with the Kinmen Die?"
The disciple of Duanjin Gate sneered, "How can you disciples who are still young and have no worries in the middle stage of foundation building, kill this second-grade mid-level monster?"
"We clearly killed this pig demon!"
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But Mo Hua''s eyes flashed slightly and he whispered:
“Go.”
Cheng Mo and the others were stunned, looked at Mo Hua, suppressed their anger, and nodded slowly.
They had just fought with the pig-headed demon, and their spiritual power was consumed too much. Now that their strength has not yet recovered, it is impossible for them to be the opponents of these Duanjinmen.
What''s more, there is a late stage of foundation building on the opposite side.
Although they look down on the people of Duanjin Gate and think Duanjin Gate is stingy, despicable and shameless, they will not look down on the Duanjin Gate''s Duanjin Sword Technique.
The senior brother of Duanjin Gate, with a golden sword on his waist, and his sword energy was floating all over his body. He was obviously a sword cultivator with a good cultivation level.
The sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building will inevitably be very difficult to deal with.
If they were young and energetic, no matter whether they could win or not, they would definitely rush forward and fight one after another.
But now that the younger brother has spoken, they must also be good at doing good.
Cheng Mo and his friends glanced at the disciples of Duanjin Gate fiercely, and then slowly retreated.
The ink paintings were mixed among several people and retreated together, not eye-catching, and were not taken seriously by the disciples of Duanjin Gate.
The disciples of Duanjin Gate saw Cheng Mo and others leaving in shame, but they didn''t take action to stay, but couldn''t help but laugh.
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Elder Xun, who was squatting in the grass, felt itchy when he heard it and wanted to take action. He taught these little **** who broke the Golden Gate a lesson and supported the Taixu Gate.
But he thought about it and then let it go.
This is in the Demon Refining Mountain, not in the family or sect.
These disciples not only have to fight with monsters, but also have conflicts with other disciples of sects.
This is a matter between disciples, and they find a way to solve it themselves.
I followed the instructions of my ancestor and was only responsible for protecting the safety of ink paintings and would not interfere in other matters.
A real man can bend and stretch.
Since Mo Hua knew how to tolerate and had no conflict broke out, there was no need for him to force his actions.
Besides, it is also a good thing to suffer some setbacks.
Now you suffer a loss, be bullied, and learn a lesson for a long time. It is better to leave the sect in the future, and be cheated of being killed by people with a simple face.
Just...
The calm appearance of the ink painting appeared in Elder Xun''s mind again.
Although he was ridiculed and ridiculed by the disciples of Duanjin Gate, Mohua looked like water, calm and unpredictable.
"Is this child a person who endures humiliation and bears heavy burdens?" Elder Xun was a little confused for a moment... But Mo Hua obviously was not.
After leaving the spiritual range of the disciples of Duanjinmen, Mo Hua squatted down and began to flip through the storage bag.
He chose some formations and some spiritual weapons.
"I will set up the formation myself later..."
"Some of these spiritual weapons are armor and some are spiritual swords, and I have painted the "Golden Formation" inside..."
"The Golden Formation, as the name suggests, can suppress the five elements of gold spiritual power, and is a five elements restraining formation.
I have learned this formation for a long time.
He also took the time to ask Master Gu to help me refine a few custom spiritual weapons, which are usually kept in storage bags and reserved for later use.
It comes in handy now.
"Also, this is the poison of Cangmu Wolf, applied to the sword..."
"This is also the blood of the sky blue snake, which is also poisonous, mixed and applied to it..."
"Cheng Mo and the others were stunned, but after thinking about it, they were not surprised.
Cheng Mo asked in a low voice:
"Senior Brother, are we going to take revenge?"
Mo Hua corrected: "It''s not about taking revenge, it''s just about taking our own things back, and letting them have a long memory..."
The eyes of the ink painting became cold.????Dare you robbed my pig? !
Mo Hua continued, "You should hurry up and take the pills and restore your spiritual power, and then **** them later!"
Cheng Mo and his other people were excited and said in unison:
"good!"
I didn’t do anything before the ink painting, because we just passed a big battle and lacked spiritual power;
Another reason is that there are few people here and they are relatively disadvantaged.
There is also a late stage of foundation building on the opposite side.
It is unwise to fight hard.
It’s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
Get out safely first.
However, when everyone''s spiritual power is restored, the enemy is in the light and I am in the dark, and there is time and opportunity to plan, that is another matter.
A gentleman does not avenge overnight revenge.
A few disciples from Duanjin Gate are not worthy of letting him wait for ten years.
I don’t even deserve it the other night.
After the plan was completed, Cheng Mo and his men also recovered their spiritual power. They each wore golden armor and held golden swords in their hands, tempered the poisonous blood of various monsters, began to use their body techniques and quickly moved in the forest.
They were young and energetic, and were ridiculed by the disciples of Duanjin Gate, and they were already full of anger.
Now I have the opportunity to fight for tooth, and my eyes are filled with cold light.
Elder Xun in the distance was a little stunned.
He just praised Mo Hua for understanding "forbearance", but in a blink of an eye, they were carrying axes and swords to "fight".
It even hardens poison on spiritual weapons.
Who taught them this evil method...
Elder Xun shook his head.
Now it is probably a real conflict, and I can''t do it if I don''t care about it.
However, he also made up his mind.
If Mo Hua and the others win, then just check it out.
If Mo Hua and the others lose, they will take action to pull the wrong side.
You are an elder after all, and you must have the "demeanor" of an elder...
Elder Xun set off silently and followed Mo Hua and the others.
Mo Hua and the others headed south and chased towards the direction where the disciples of Duan Kinmen left.
Along the way, Mo Hua released her spiritual consciousness, observed in detail, and tracked the traces of the disciples of Duanjin Gate. After chasing this for half an hour, finally found the figures of the disciples of Duanjin Gate on a mountain.
The pig-headed demon has been stripped of the material.
They "returned with a full load", and now they gathered at the foot of a hillside, sitting around drinking and eating meat.
What surprised Mo Hua was that it was already evening, the dusk was dull, the sunset was setting, and it was getting too dark.
But this group of disciples from the Broken Kinmen do not seem to be in a hurry to go out of the Demon Refining Mountain.
"They want to spend the night in this mountain?"
Ink painting frowned.
It’s great, why should you stay in the mountains if you don’t go out early?
But it’s good to stay in the mountains.
It''s dark and it''s easy to start.
The ink painting took out a few black cloths, leaving everyone covered their faces.
Cheng Mo said: "Senior Brother, even if we cover our faces, they should be able to recognize it..."
Mo Hua shook her head and said seriously:
"Since you are malicious, you must be ''professional''. Since others are blinded, we must also be confused, otherwise it will be unruly."
Cheng Mo nodded as if he understood it.
After preparation, the few people waited until dark, the night was dark, and the mountain breeze was cool.
Several disciples from Duanjin Gate surrounded a bonfire array and were drinking slightly, leaving only two people guarding the periphery.
Mo Hua lowered his voice and said, "Go as planned."
In order not to make a sound, Cheng Mo nodded honestly with a branch.
After that, several people occupied a good position.
Ink painting used the hidden technique, quietly approached the bonfire array, and then stopped at the periphery, took out a bottle of spiritual ink, and fell quietly to the ground.
Lingmo seeps into the rocky soil.
The ink painting is led by spiritual thoughts. Under the darkness, Lingmo unknowingly began to wind around and condense into a formation.
Elder Xun, who was wondering what Mo Hua wanted to do, was also stunned.
He knew that ink paintings needed to set up a formation, but he didn''t know what ink paintings were to set up a formation under the noses of others.
Now he has seen it.
Although the night was dark, his 28-patterned golden elixir consciousness still sensed the process of the ink painting formation.
The divine thoughts are the pen, the earth is the medium, and the formations are manifested on the ground in silence.
Elder Xun took a breath slowly.
He was afraid that the ancestor was harsh and did not follow the path of formation, but he still had a vision under his influence.
This is definitely not a means of formation that ordinary formation masters can control!
Could this be...it was also taught by the ancestors?
But…
Elder Xun''s eyes were slightly slight, "Old ancestor, he doesn''t know what he is..."
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Everything after that seemed to be natural.
The disciples of Duan Kinmen are arrogant and domineering, and have no cultivation skills, but have little experience in practicing Taoism and lack vigilance. They drink and chat happily, and become more and more unscrupulous.
The Form Painting finished drawing the formation, and they all knew nothing.
Mo Hua shook her head.
Fortunately, he also made several registrations to prevent the formation of spiritual consciousness from being discovered by the disciples of Duanjin Gate. What should he do afterwards?
Now it seems that I am overly worried.
Later, the ink painting detonated the formation.
Although the seventeenth-grade second-level formation is only a high-level entry, it is more than enough to explode these second-level middle-level disciples.
As soon as the formation exploded, mud and sand rolled in the night, and fire filled the sky.
Five of the eight disciples of the Broken Kinmen fell in an instant.
The senior brother of Duanjin Gate was also seriously injured.
Although he is a late-stage cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, he is a sword cultivator and does not cultivate much physical body.
The remaining three were beaten and knocked one out of nothing.
Yang Qianjun and Cheng Mo suddenly broke out and each solved one.
The last four people joined forces to siege the seriously injured senior brother Duan Jinmen.
The senior brother of Duanjin Gate looked arrogant and indifferent during the day, and looked arrogant. He was now blown up to pieces, with no momentum, and was as anxious as a dog who was stranded.
It seems that he really didn''t expect that in the Demon Refining Mountain, there were disciples who dared to ambush them.
Fortunately, he quickly calmed down and shouted angrily while urging the Broken Gold Sword Qi:
"Who are you? Do you dare to offend me to Broke the Kinmen?"
Mo Huali ignored him.
Cheng Mo held a branch in his mouth and couldn''t speak.
The other people didn''t say anything, but used all the moves to greet the senior brother Duanjinmen.
With the defense of the Golden Armor, the killing of the Golden Spiritual Artifact, and the demon poison quenched on the Spiritual Artifact, it is not difficult to deal with a cultivator who is seriously injured and in the late stage of foundation building.
But as he was fighting, the senior brother Duanjinmen still recognized him and said in shock:
“It’s you!”
Those five little ghosts during the day? !
But how is it possible...
How dare these little ghosts, how could they come to ambush? Leading by him, a late-stage monk in the Foundation Establishment stage, there are eight people in the Broken Golden Gate Demon Hunting Team?
Senior Brother Duanjinmen was shocked and angry, and sneered:
"Okay! OK! A group of little **** who don''t know how to live or die, today I..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua could tell.
"He is going to use the Broken Gold Sword Control Skill!"
Yang Qianjun and his men immediately accelerated the offensive and suppressed the senior brother of Duanjin Gate.
Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was very aggrieved and reached out to take out the talisman.
Mo Hua said, "He wants to use the golden amulet."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qianjun waved his spear and went to pick the Broken Kinmen Senior Brother''s arm.
Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was shocked. What is this little ghost? How could he expect the enemy to take the initiative and see all his actions?
He gritted his teeth and took Yang Qianjun a shot, exchanged for the fighter plane with his injuries, and activated the talisman.
A hazy golden light enveloped him.
And the senior brother of Duanjinmen quickly retreated a few steps, pressed the golden amulet, and began to accumulate luck and use the killer move of Duanjin Sword Technique.
For a moment, his body was shining with golden light.
The golden sword energy, and the golden spiritual sword in front of him, shine together, with great power.
The ink painting instantly emitted a water pricking technique, but the light blue water light was blocked by the golden talisman as soon as it approached, and it could not interrupt the accumulation of the Jinyu Sword Technique.
Golden amulet, immune to ordinary spell control.
In the flash of lightning, ink painting shouted:
"Strong attack, slash him!"
At the same time, ink painting began to communicate the source of the five elements.
Cheng Mo immediately understood the truth, with an excited expression without any hesitation. In just a moment, he moved his spiritual power to the extreme, used the mountain-opening axe technique, and slashed towards Senior Brother Duanjinmen.
He is a physical cultivation and uses killer moves faster.
Senior Brother Duanjinmen is inseparable from avoiding it, his expression is ugly.
But he had calculated it in his heart.
This axe was first launched. Although it was powerful, it was not enough to stop his sword technique.
As long as you condense your sword skills, all these despicable little beasts will be ruined!
Senior Brother Duan Jinmen''s eyes turned cold.
But when Cheng Mo''s giant axe was halfway through, the armor on his body flashed with light, and a mysterious force came.
Cheng Mo''s power suddenly increased.
His two axes are wrapped around with a more dazzling luster and have a stronger power.
Senior Brother Duan Jinmen''s face changed wildly.
No!
The power of this axe suddenly became stronger? !
Senior Brother Duanjinmen felt cold in his heart, but at this moment, he could do nothing and could only watch Cheng Mo''s big axe slashed on his shoulder.
This axe was powerful and strong, breaking his golden amulet, making him tremble all over.
The axe blade caused a severe injury, and his body was bleeding.
Because his power was too great, the Breaking Gold Sword Technique, which he had accumulated halfway through the power, was also interrupted.
The spiritual power backed, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was no power to resist.
The senior brother in the late stage of the foundation building of the Duanjin Gate was defeated and was escorted by Cheng Mo with a big axe and slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua.
(This chapter ends)