Chapter 848 Dragon Blood


    In the Dragon King Temple, ink painting is the first to lead the way.


    But the atmosphere of the team is somewhat strange.


    Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi were on the left and right. After one step, they both protected the ink paintings and were also on guard against Xiao Diansi.


    Xiao Diansi still had a fake smile on his face, but now that his smile was nothing but shameless.


    Others'' attitude towards Xiao Diansi is also very subtle.


    Shui Yanluo is obviously in the same group as Xiao Diansi, and the two must have some intersections, either light or dark.


    Before, when he was hunting water bandits on the island, Shui Yanluo could escape from Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi, it was Xiao Diansi who saved him.


    Therefore, Shui Yanluo obeyed Xiao Diansi''s will.


    But at the same time, he seemed a little afraid of Xiao Diansi, and even a little indescribable.


    This is very rare in the murderous Yan Luo.


    Xie Liu obviously also knew Xiao Diansi''s identity vaguely.


    At this time, among the few golden elixirs in the Dragon King Temple, he had the lowest status, the weakest strength, and the least voice, so he could only follow him, barely considered a "complice" Xiao Diansi and was mixed behind him.


    The weirdest thing is Xiao Tianquan.


    Xiao Tianquan and Xiao Diansi are both monks of the Xiao family, so they should be considered as having the same spirit.


    But after Xiao Diansi jumped back, Xiao Tianquan said nothing. Now, along the way, he even deliberately kept a distance from Xiao Diansi and stood next to Xia Diansi.


    "The situation in the Xiao family seems to be quite complicated..." Mo Hua said silently in his heart.


    As for Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian, they are still being "hijacked".


    But on the surface, Xiao Diansi no longer makes things difficult for them.


    But Mo Hua also knew in her heart that as long as there was a change in things, Senior Brother Feng and Senior Sister Qianqian could only be used as "bargaining chips".


    But he really has no good idea now, so he can only act according to the opportunity.


    The eyes of the ink painting flashed slightly.


    In this way, the hunting was still going on, and the group was walking in the Dragon King Temple with a cautious look on their faces.


    Ink painting leads the way, tracking the traces of the **** monster. Occasionally, I would ask about the layout of the Dragon King Temple in the water to determine the route.


    Among this group, only Mo Hua is a demon hunter.


    Although the Daoting Department will also pursue people, they are chasing people.


    Although the sinful cultivators like Shui Yan Luo are familiar with the pursuit, they are generally pursued.


    Only ink painting is a true demon hunter.


    Therefore, no one among the monks present is more proficient in the habits of monsters, behavioral habits, and weak auras.


    Of course, this monster may not be a monster, but the principle is the same.


    Mo Hua looked up at the beam of the room, let go of his spiritual sense, and based on some clues, he followed the traces of this monster.


    But the Dragon King Temple is wide, the hall is towering, and the houses are numerous. In addition, the surroundings are gloomy and bloody. As we chase after them, the monster disappeared.


    Mo Hua could only guess and calculate while calculating... At this moment, he suddenly moved slightly and stopped.


    Everyone stopped.


    Gu Changhuai asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Mo Hua said: "Something..."


    Then he thought about it, turned over gently, and his figure gently flipped onto the beam of the room.


    The beams of the house are made of giant trees, which are extremely wide, and the place against the wall is in a mess, and a big hole is dug out by something.


    Although the hole is big, the hole is very shallow, and you can see it to the end at a glance.


    It seems that there is something that has lived here.


    Mo Hua guessed that it was probably the monster who regarded this place as a temporary nest.


    He walked a few steps closer and suddenly found a little blood in the nest.


    This blood stain was actually light green, and the breath was extremely light. There was no **** blood of the human demon blood, but there was a faint fragrance.


    Fragrance?


    Ink painting frowned.


    As he looked at it, he couldn''t help but stretched out his finger and dripped it in his mouth and pursed it.


    At that moment, a dragon roar sounded in my ears.


    The pupils of ink painting shook.


    "dragon…"


    Although he had never seen a real dragon or heard the sound of a dragon, he suddenly felt very confident in his heart. The sound of the sound was astonishing as the sound of gold and stone. It was indeed the sound of the dragon roar.


    Dragon blood?


    Mo Hua looked shocked and couldn''t help but smack her lips.


    Unfortunately, I didn''t taste it.


    The blood itself was extremely light, and the blood stains left were almost dry. There was only a little breath that made Mo Hua taste a little, but he couldn''t even taste the taste.


    Mo Hua looked a pity, but then she couldn''t help but jump.


    "Dragon King Temple... Could that monster be related to the ''dragon''?"


    Could the scales on its body be... dragon scales?


    Because it is a dragon scale, it is not broken by swords and magic, and it is harder than all the gold and iron I have seen.


    Then what is flowing on it...is dragon blood?


    “No, no…”


    Mo Hua shook her head again.


    The dragon is a divine beast, and it will never look so bloody.


    And although the monster is strong, it is obviously far from the legendary "dragon".


    It also ate people. After drinking human blood, the blood must have been contaminated. In this way, the blood flows into its body will definitely not be dragon blood.


    "It''s very likely that Dragon Blood is just an introduction."


    "That monster ate the dragon''s blood and refines it in his body, so that he can grow such hard "dragon scales", with such deep blood and strong body..."


    Mo Hua nodded slightly, feeling that this speculation was reasonable, and at the same time his eyes were slightly brighter.


    Now it seems that the secrets on this monster are much more than I think about.


    No matter what, you have to catch this monster and study it carefully.


    Of course, with his own ability, he will definitely not be able to catch this monster.


    Fortunately, he now has a bunch of "thugs".


    Mo Hua jumped off the beam of the room, and Xiao Diansi pretended to smile, "What''s there? The young master has been watching for so long."


    He and Gu Changhuai and others were on guard against each other, so they did not go up to see each other in person.


    Mo Hua said: "There is a nest where monsters have lived here. It is probably not far away. You can look for it again."


    He hid and said nothing about the dragon blood.


    Xiao Diansi could not have thought of it, so he nodded, "Okay."


    After that, ink paintings still lead the way.


    But he circled around the neighborhood and found a lot of monsters, but he didn''t see the monster''s figure at all.


    Mo Hua was frowning and pondering, suddenly his heart trembled, as if something was beating.


    “Dragon Blood…”


    The dragon blood he had just licked was now coming back.


    Mo Hua felt that the speed of blood flowing in his body seemed to have also become faster.


    There was a dragon roar in his ears, his heart beating faster and faster, his meridians were swollen and painful, and his limbs were a little paralyzed, as if dragon blood was awakening little by little in his body, swallowing his blood.


    Even this dragon blood is only a trace of it.


    Moreover, it may not be the blood of the real dragon.


    But with his weak physique, he couldn''t bear it at all.


    The body of Mo Hua is really poor and his bloodline is weak. This little bit of "dragon" power is far beyond the load of his body.


    "It''s over, I''d stopped eating randomly if I had known..."


    Mo Hua regretted it very much.


    Fortunately, the dragon blood is not something he wants to eat.


    Just now, he just licked a little bit, not even a blood star, so the rebellion in his blood only lasted for a moment and gradually calmed down.


    Mo Hua felt cold sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.


    Seeing this, Xia Diansi on the side changed slightly. He stretched out his white palm, gently wiped Mo Hua''s forehead, and frowned:


    "Ink painting? What''s wrong with you?"


    "It''s okay," Mo Hua sighed, "I''ve eaten my stomach."


    Xia Diansi was a little confused and didn''t know what he was talking about.


    It’s good, how can you get a bad stomach?


    "Sister Xia, I''m fine. Keep looking for that monster. The matter of monster is important..." Mo Hua quickly changed the subject.


    Seeing that the ink painting was fine, Xia Diansi no longer struggled, but nodded and asked:


    "That monster seems to be gone. How can we find it now?"


    Mo Hua also frowned. He let go of his spiritual sense again and sensed it everywhere, but he still found nothing.


    That monster seemed to have disappeared.


    Suddenly, Mo Hua''s heart trembled again.


    Ink painting was shocked.


    Not finished yet?


    But when he felt it carefully, he found that it seemed that it was not his own heart beating, but another heart...


    That monster''s "heart"?


    Mo Hua closed her eyes, held her breath and focused. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked a little surprised.


    Not the beating of the heart.


    But...a kind of induction between the soul.


    Mo Hua frowned slightly.


    He just ate a trace of dragon blood. This trace of dragon blood seems to contain an ancient "soul" of the divine beast.


    Through this thread of "dragon blood", the ink painting seems to have a subtle sense of the "soul" of this ancient divine beast.


    He could sense the flow of other dragon blood in the Dragon King Temple.


    In other words, you can sense the location of that monster.


    Ink painting is a little incredible.


    The dragon’s blood contains “soul”?


    Why?


    Is the reason why divine beasts such as dragons are called divine beasts because their "souls" can be integrated with flesh and blood?


    Mo Hua was secretly shocked, but now it was not the time to consider these things. He turned his head and said to everyone:


    "I know where that monster is, come with me..."


    Then Mo Hua looked confident and walked towards the corridor on his right.


    The people behind him looked at each other, wondering how Mo Hua knew.


    However, Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi have always trusted in ink paintings, so they did not hesitate and followed.


    Shui Yanluo knew that ink painting was strange and his ability was very strange, so he did not doubt it.


    Xie Liu wanted to get the water ban box from Mo Hua, and he would follow him whatever he said.


    Xiao Tianquan hesitated for a moment and followed the crowd.


    The only one, Xiao Diansi, silently looked at Mo Hua''s back, his eyes becoming more and more surprised, and he felt that this young man was elusive.


    He was silent for a moment, and a blood flashed in his eyes, and he silently followed the ink painting.


    Everyone followed the ink painting and walked to a small square. The corpses were everywhere.


    On the ground paved with bluestone, blood splashed on the ground like ink, like wild grass.


    The monks in the field, either Diansi or evil cultivators, were experienced and could tell at a glance that a massacre had occurred here.


    And it was an unexpected "massacre".


    It seems that not long ago, these temple guards gathered here for some reason, and then suddenly encountered a murderous move and were massacred.


    The murderer has no magic or spiritual weapons, but only relies on powerful physical strength.


    High probability is that monster.


    Ink painting looked around, sensed with his soul, and then pointed to a plaque in the distance.


    “It’s there.”


    It was a plaque hanging high on the hall. It was wide and thick, with blue paint as the base, burnt with ancient gold. The plaque had three big words:


    "Yasha Palace".


    Everyone looked in the direction of Mo Hua''s fingers and frowned.


    Shui Yanluo said, "Where are monsters?"


    “By feeling, it’s in that direction…”


    Mo Hua said it was "based on feelings", but her tone was very certain, "It should have dug another hole behind the plaque of Yasha Hall to hide."


    After hearing this, Xiao Diansi pulled out his long sword and wanted to try it, but was stopped by Mo Hua.


    "You can''t do it casually, it will alarm the enemy."


    Xiao Diansi looked at Mo Hua, silently put away his long sword, and said, "What should I do as the young master said?"


    Mo Hua looked confident, "Don''t worry, leave it to me. To be honest, my ancestors have been demon hunters for generations. My ability to hunt monsters is inherited from family..."


    Xiao Diansi''s eyes were subtle.


    This young master doesn’t know what kind of inheritance he has received since childhood. He knows a variety of things, strange and unexpected.


    "Okay, I will follow the young master." Xiao Diansi said.


    Mo Hua nodded and then said:


    "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles. When hunting monsters, you must prepare for the future and then start."


    "Otherwise, if you are careless, you will suffer a great loss."


    "According to the current situation, this monster is full of blood, the dragon...the scales are hard, the body is extremely strong, and the blood quenched on the minions is both fishy and highly poisonous."


    "It looks like a second-grade, but it is definitely not something that ordinary foundation-building monks can win."


    "Especially, its scales are inseparable from swords and guns, and it is invasive to water and fire. Whether it is spiritual weapons, strength, or spells, it seems that it cannot be broken."


    Xiao Diansi frowned slightly, "Whether the peak foundation-building monks work together, they cannot break it?"


    Mo Hua pointed at Xie Liu, "You ask him."


    Xie Liu was unwilling to admit it, but he had to tell the truth, "I used Guishui sword energy to cut dozens of swords, but I never hurt the scale at all."


    As soon as this said, everyone knew it.


    Xie Liu is a golden elixir. He pressed his cultivation to the peak of foundation building. He cut dozens of swords, but he could not break the scale armor. Even if the other golden elixirs are strong, they are not much stronger.


    "So," Mo Hua said, "It is probably difficult to take down this monster when fighting head-on, let alone kill it."


    "But it seems to have a weakness..."


    "Weakness?" Xie Liu frowned.


    He fought with the monster for dozens of rounds, but he never discovered that the monster had any weaknesses.


    Mo Hua nodded and said, "Its weakness is the blood and energy all over the body."


    “Everything in the world has its own rules.”


    "The operation of the formation requires energy supply to the array eyes. The cultivator needs blood supply to the heart and spirit supply to the sea of ??qi. Even if it is a monster, it depends on the demon pill to provide demon power..."


    "The same is true for that monster. It can only move around and nourish and hunt down by relying on the filthy blood and energy that comes from nowhere."


    "Once the blood and energy are exhausted, it will lose energy and can only wait for death."


    "So, the key points of hunting this monster are first, sleepiness, and consumption."


    "There should be no problem with so many golden elixirs present. The main problem is that they are ''dormant''."


    Mo Hua asked everyone, "Do you have any spiritual weapons or formations that trap the enemy? You can take them out and set them up in advance."


    Everyone was a little hesitant.


    Shui Yanluo frowned and said, "Little kid, don''t you know how to set up formations yourself?"


    Mo Hua sighed and said helplessly:


    "I only have the middle stage of foundation building, my spiritual sense is limited, and the formations I set up are also limited. How could I limit these second-grade peak monsters?"


    "What''s more, I''ve almost used up all the formations all the way."


    Gu Changhuai looked at the ink painting with a strange look, but said nothing.


    Although Xia Diansi knew that the level of ink painting formation was not low, he didn''t know how high it was, so he didn''t doubt it.


    The other people felt that these words were fine.


    Mo Hua said again: "The situation is urgent, everyone should work together. Now there are ways to avoid taking them out. Once you are trapped and died in this Dragon King Temple, it will be too late to regret it."


    Everyone pondered for a moment, but Gu Changhuai first took out a pair of chains and two other formations:


    "This chain is a standard trap of Daotingsi, used to ambush in advance. The formation belongs to my Gu family. I usually put it on my body, so I don''t have much chance to use it."


    Then Xia Diansi also took out a net, "This is the net of the Xia family. It is a second-grade net, and it can tie the enemy up for a while."


    "The arrangement of the formation is inconvenient, so I rarely use it, so I usually don''t bring it..."


    With Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi taking the lead, the others took out a little more or less.


    Including Xiao Diansi, Xie Liu, Shui Yanluo and Xiao Tianquan.


    But Mo Hua felt that it was not enough, so she observed her expression and looked at her to see who had concealed anything. She secretly detained the "enemies" spiritual weapon or formation, and looked at him with a bright look, as if she would not give up until she was clean.


    "I''ve left it to you..."


    “It’s not enough.”


    "So many spiritual weapons and formations are enough."


    Mo Hua shook his head, "The monster is cunning and has a fast body. It is not easy to trap it. You must make complete preparations. Otherwise, once it runs away and hides in the depths of the Dragon King Temple, you may never be able to catch it again."


    “Okay…”


    In this way, Mo Hua pulled out the wool and almost "confiscated" all the formations and spiritual weapons used to trap and bind the enemy.


    In this way, he felt relieved.


    After that, he observed the terrain, "command" everyone to set up formations, occupy the position, prepare the spiritual weapons used to trap the enemy, and the "hunting" began.


    Xiao Diansi slashed out with a sword, drew out a sword light, and slashed on the plaque of Yasha Hall.


    This plaque was cast from something, as thick as gold and iron, never broken, but was hit by the sword energy, it fell off the eaves, revealing a black and **** hole behind it.


    “Sure enough…”


    Xiao Diansi''s pupils shrank slightly.


    Then a sound sounded in the cave, and a monster holding the flesh and blood limbs and eating deliciously slowly walked out.


    As if he was suddenly disturbed by eating, the monster was furious, his eyes were blood-red, and he screamed.


    The sound is very strange, like a man-eating yaksha in the river, or like a powerful beast of some kind.


    The ink painting is heard in my ears at this time and I can clearly distinguish it.


    The sound of this monster is a bit like... "Dragon Roar".


    The eyes of the ink painting flashed slightly.


    Since the monster has appeared, everyone did not hesitate and started to attack directly.


    The war is about to break out.


    Gu Changhuai activates the green wind blade, and Xia Diansi condenses the ice sword energy.


    The smiley tiger and Xie Liu both use the Guishui sword.


    Shui Yanluo used a water whip, and Xiao Tianquan used it, which was a set of swordsmanship from the Xiao family.


    Ouyang Feng was injured and Hua Qianqian was poisoned, and the two of them couldn''t do anything.


    Ink painting is the youngest and has the lowest cultivation level. He is very self-aware and does not take action. Instead, he picks a clean stair without blood and sits aside to watch the show.


    None of the monks in the field are truly "vegetarian" and have rich experience in fighting.


    What''s more, the four Jindans joined forces, and Mo Hua was not worried at all.


    Everything is going according to his plan.


    (This chapter ends)