Chapter 928 Fan Jin


    The geese fell on the mountain, eight hundred miles.


    The rivers are intricate, swamps are everywhere, and there is poisonous fog and miasma, which is spreading over the sky. When geese fly by, they often die of poisoning and falling into swamps, turning into rotten water, hence the name "Geese Falling Mountain".


    The branches of Yanshui River flow through the mountains.


    The river water smells fishy.


    Deep in the mountains, sinister and complex.


    The Demon Sect was built here.


    At this time, outside the deep mountains, in the dangerous environment, there were many righteous monks lying dormant in the mountains and swamps.


    The encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect is a huge momentum.


    Daotingsi dispatched fifteen Jindan dictionary officials, and there were also six hundred Zhengshi in the late stage of foundation building and even the peak of foundation building.


    The Taixu Sect, which joined forces with Dao Tingsi, dispatched twenty Golden Elders.


    The three sects of Taixu Sect are combined, with many cultivators and elders, so there are only twenty elders dispatched, which is more than the Daotingsi.


    But there were not many inner disciples, only one hundred were dispatched.


    The encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect, especially the third-grade Demon Sect, is very dangerous to fight with the Golden Pill Demon.


    The disciples who can enter the inner sect of the sect are all the top geniuses and will be pillars of the sect in the future. Naturally, it is impossible for them to risk their fall and fight the Demon Sect to die too early.


    Inner disciples are not "cannon fodder", but "seed".


    Let them participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect in order to temper their minds, to let them see the cruelty of the Demon Sect, and to adapt to the **** death battle with the Demonic Cultivators, so that they can really stand alone in the future and become the pillars of the sect.


    The only outer disciple in the field is ink painting.


    Of course, he didn''t come to practice.


    He is the "master behind the scenes".


    The mastermind behind the destruction of the Demon Sect.


    The Qianxuezhou area is a large state with many sects. Any Demon Sect that dares to emerge here will inevitably be destroyed - it is just a matter of time.


    Whether there is ink painting or not, this result cannot be changed.


    Ink painting only accelerated this process and pushed the progress of the destruction of the Demon Sect from the beginning to the end.


    Now, Mo Hua is here to witness the results of this action with his own eyes.


    The only drawback is that his location is a bit far from the Demon Sect and it is not very real to see.


    He had no choice, this was the biggest compromise.


    Uncle Gu, Sister Xia, Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect, and the elders from Daotingsi, who were unanimously disagreed and he came to join in the fun.


    Especially Mr. Xun.


    The son of a daughter does not sit in the hukou hall.


    The Demon Sect and the Siege of Siege and the Killing of the Golden Pill Demon is too dangerous. If there is any mistake, Mo Hua will have life worries. At that time, it will be too late to regret it.


    But ink paintings strongly require it and ensure that they are honest and peaceful, and that they are far away from each other and will not go wrong. With so many elders of the sect following, I don’t think they can’t save him.


    Mr. Xun then nodded reluctantly.


    Therefore, although Mo Hua can participate in the extermination of demon cultivators, she can only watch from a distance and loses her "personal freedom". She must mingle with the elders and is not allowed to act alone.


    And he is basically not used to destroy the Demon Sect.


    As a "middleman", he crossed the line and built a bridge, and the task was completed.


    For other matters, Daotingsi and the elders of the sect are responsible for, and he can''t get involved.


    The siege and kill the Jindan demon, he is not strong enough.


    The formations near the Demon Sect are also handled by formation elders such as Xun Zixian, so he doesn’t need to take action.


    What''s more, most of the formations near the Demon Sect are third-grade, which exceeds his formation level, and he can''t help even if he wants to.


    The only thing he could do was to look honestly and learn humbly when Elder Xun Zixian cracked the Demon Sect formation, and learn in advance the rules for the use and cracking of the third-grade formation.


    After the formation is cracked, it is the pre-war preparation stage.


    A large number of Taoist sect monks secretly surrounded the Demon Sect according to the established plan.


    The elders of Taixu Sect also began to set off.


    The mist was misty, everything was unfolding in full swing.


    The ink painting, located on the edge of the battlefield, became "idle" and could only look deep and silently watch all this.


    He is now staying in a temporary camp.


    Near the camp, there was another person who was as leisurely as him.


    This person is tall and strong, with a beard on his face and wearing a Taoist robe in the Taoist robe of the Taoist robe. It was Fan Jin.


    Fan Jin is responsible for the "back of the palace".


    The major events of encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect are extremely dangerous. With his early stage cultivation of the Golden Pill, he is not qualified to take on the front line and charge.


    Behind the forward, as the main force of the large army, kill the demon cultivators and earn merits.


    It’s not his turn to such a good thing.


    In addition, he does not have the ability to investigate, eavesdrop, break the formation, and other things.


    Therefore, he can only do the "guard of the palace". If the encirclement and suppression fail, he will be responsible for covering up. If the demon cultivator fled, he would be responsible for stopping and killing. He also did some of the dirty and tiring work after the disaster.


    At this time, the preparation stage was still in the process, and people came and went in the camp.


    Fan Jin couldn''t help but look around and was worried.


    He was transferred from a young age to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect. It was actually a good opportunity to meet with other fellow monks and discuss friendship.


    The practice of Taoism is also human nature.


    If you want to make progress, you must work hard to find opportunities.


    But he watched for a long time and couldn''t find anyone to talk to him.


    The Jindan who came and went back and forth was either a Diansi from a noble family. He worked in the Ganxue Prefecture and was already the best in the Diansi in his remote prefecture.


    Either he is one of the eight major sects in the Xuezhou area, the true elder of the Taixu Sect, who has a profound cultivation and a superior Taoist pride. He dared not make friends at all.


    Even if he speaks, no one will pay attention to him. After all, he is born, has Taoist traditions, and has no better cultivation than others.


    The tall Fan Jin stood in the crowd, but felt that he was half a dwarf everywhere.


    But he doesn''t want to give up, there is only one chance.


    Once the Demon Sect is wiped out, no matter what the result is, there may not be such a big battle in the future and you will meet so many Golden Elixir monks.


    Even if there is, he may not be eligible to participate.


    While looking alert, Fan Jin looked at the monks who were coming and going with his light to see if there were any monks who had a lower status and were more friendly and easier to talk to, so he could make friends and make friends.


    After looking around, I finally found one for him.


    Young, young, weak in blood and low in spiritual power. Following behind a group of elders, it looks like a "smoking".


    The key is that he has a pretty appearance, a clear gaze, a friendly and lovely smile, and can speak easily at first glance.


    The only problem is that he only builds the foundation.


    But if you build the foundation, just build the foundation, and he can’t even talk about the golden elixir.


    Moreover, he was wearing a Taoist robe in Taixu Sect, and he should be a disciple of Taixu Sect. Maybe he could get in touch with the elders of the sect behind him through him.


    This kind of sect''s path, even if it''s just a few words of friendship, and exchanging names with each other, can sometimes come in handy.


    No matter how bad it is, you can be ashamed to tell it.


    Fan Jin secretly came to Mo Hua.


    At looking at the ink paintings around the mountains, I also found this strange Jindan Diansi. I turned my head and looked at him curiously, wondering what he was going to do.


    Fan Jin gritted his teeth and bowed: "Fan Jin is down, the Dian Si of the Daotingsi, little brother, are you... a disciple of Taixu Sect?" Mo Hua looked at the Taoist robe on his body, and felt that he was talking nonsense. He nodded and asked: "Is there anything wrong?" Fan Jin was stuck all of a sudden.


    What''s wrong?


    He had nothing to do...


    I just wanted to chat, get along with friendship, and see if he could get some connections.


    He didn''t know this little brother, he didn''t know what his surname was, what he liked, and what he should talk about.


    There is a desire to make progress, but after taking the first step, he suddenly didn''t know what to do.


    But ink painting pondered for a moment.


    Fan Jin… He seems to have a little impression of this name.


    "Do you know Uncle Gu?" Mo Hua asked him.


    Fan Jin was stunned, "Uncle Gu?"


    "Gu Changhuai." Mo Hua said.


    Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, "I understand Gu Changhua Gu Diansi. I was temporarily seconded to the Ganxue Prefecture. I have always worked with Gu Diansi and received a lot of care from him." Fan Jin breathed a sigh of relief.


    This relationship was inexplicably continued, but he never expected that it would be replaced by Gu Diansi, who had always been selfless.


    Mo Hua also nodded slightly.


    He remembered that there was such a sage.


    When he passed the token and told the Demon Sect that "there is an insider, the action will be suspended", Fan Diansi was acting with Uncle Gu.


    Count it, I saved his life.


    "Little brother, are you from the Gu family?" Fan Jin asked in a low voice.


    Mo Hua shook her head, "My surname is Mo."


    Submitted to Mo...


    Fan Jin felt a little unfamiliar. In his impression, there seemed to be no family named "Mo" near the Ganxuezhou area.


    However, this also verified his judgment.


    "Are you... not a child of aristocratic families?" Fan Jin asked. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :


    He didn''t expect that Fan Jin would be born in Gushan City.


    "Little brother, do you know Gushan City?" Fan Jin asked.


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "I know Master Gu from Gushan Artifact Refining Shop."


    Fan Jin was surprised, "Do you still know Master Gu?"


    And this friendship is getting more and more.


    Fan Jin''s paintings became more and more familiar and enthusiastic.


    "If you have time to go to Gushan City, I will treat my little brother well!"


    "Okay!" The ink painting was also very refreshing.


    Fan Jin suddenly remembered something and shook his head, "No, don''t go to Gushan City. One day, I can be transferred to Ganxuezhou Prefecture, or other surrounding prefectures to be a Dianshi, and then hold a banquet for you."


    Mo Hua was stunned, and then his eyes flashed slightly, "Don''t Fan Dianshi stay in Gushan City?"


    "Who wants to stay there where the bird does not shit?" Fan Jin waved his hand, looking a little disgusted.


    But Mo Hua''s eyes were deep, and he could see that his expression was a little wrong.


    His expression was disgusting, but deep in his eyes, there was fear, and even a trace of deep fear.


    Fear...


    What is he afraid of?


    What’s the point of fear in Gushan City?


    The eyes of the ink painting slightly condensed.


    Fan Jin didn''t want to mention the three words "Gushancheng" again, but changed the topic, looked at Mo Hua and said worriedly: "Little brother, as a veteran, I have to give you some advice. If you think it is useful, listen. If you think it is useless, just think it is me... I''m talking nonsense." "Fan Diansi please say it." Mo Hua nodded.


    Fan Jin said sincerely: "The next step in your foundation building is to form a pill. This life magic weapon... needs to be chosen well. Although you are not valued by the sect and do not have the support of the family, you are absolutely careless." He originally wanted to use Mo Hua to make some connections with the elders of the master sect behind him, but he is a kind-hearted person and has a familiar chat with Mo Hua. Instead, he forgot about this and sincerely gave Mo Hua suggestions.


    Although this suggestion is not required for ink painting.


    Fan Jin saw Mo Hua''s expression lightly, thinking that Mo Hua didn''t believe him and didn''t take his words to worry, so he was a little anxious:


    "So, you must be very careful when you are a thing like a natal magic weapon, and you must choose the most suitable one, not to save trouble."


    。Mo Hua nodded slowly.


    He has been thinking about the issue of magic weapons for a long time, but he actually won’t care what Fan Diansi said. What he cares about is actually the matter of Gushan City.


    Mo Hua wanted to know what happened to Gushan City, which would make this Jindan Diansi feel afraid.


    But before he could ask, he heard Elder Xun Zixian call him: "Mo Hua, come and have tea." "Oh, okay." Mo Hua quickly agreed.


    Fan Jin also looked in the sound and saw that the person who was in Mo Hua was shocked, who was actually a late-stage elder of the Taixu Sect, with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and extraordinary appearance and dignity.


    The real elder of the late stage of the Eight Gate Jindan is a little different from the early stage of the Jindan Diansi in his small place, which is really a bit "unattainable".


    Fan Jin wanted to make friends with a shame, but the gap was too big.


    He was unsure of speaking.


    At this moment, a Daoting Chief Secretary found him, "Fan Dian Si, Gu Dian Si is looking for you, the action is about to begin." Fan Jin nodded, "I understand." Then he clasped his fists at Mo Hua, "It''s a fate to meet. I won''t bother you anymore. Next time I have the chance, let''s talk about it." Mo Hua also clasped his fists and said, "The demon cultivator is cruel, Fan Dian Si is careful."


    "Thank you for your reminder, little brother." After Fan Jin finished speaking, he turned around and left, but he still felt a pity. What a good opportunity. If he stayed for a while and said a few more words, he might be able to get in love with the "big figure" of the Taixu Sect.


    "What a pity..." Fan Jin took a few steps and couldn''t help but look back.


    At this time, Elder Xun Zixian called Mo Hua to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said warmly: "A friend of mine gave it to you, called Xue Shangqing, you can try it."


    The tea leaves are like snow, the tea water is clear and the tea smells fragrant.


    Mo Hua picked up the teacup, took a sip, squinted her eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Elder Zixian!" Fan Jin saw this scene, and for a moment, he felt his head buzzing and explode.


    No…


    No.


    Isn’t it that a disciple brings tea to the elders? Where is the reason why an elder pours tea for his disciples?


    What kind of door style is this in Taixu Gate?


    Moreover, there is still a late-stage elder of Jindan who is highly knowledgeable at first glance.


    Such a great monk, even if he said good things, he was afraid of abruptness. But he was able to pour tea for the little brother in front of him... Fan Jinren was stunned and murmured in his heart: "Who is this little brother..."


    Then he suddenly remembered that the elder seemed to have read the name of this little brother:


    Ink painting.


    “Ink painting…”


    Fan Jin frowned, only to think that the name sounded very familiar. He seemed to have heard it when he had heard it. After thinking for a while, his pupils shook and he took a breath of cold air.


    "Can it be... that legendary ''ink painting''..."


    "That...the ''little monster'' of Taixu Sect?"


    …


    Half an hour later, everything was properly planned and the battle to wipe out the Demon Sect officially began.


    But this has nothing to do with ink painting.


    Elder Xun Zixian accompanied the ink painting to drink tea, which was ordered by the ancestor Xun. He was not only looking at the ink painting, but also protecting the ink painting, so as not to let him make any mistakes.


    Mo Hua just drank tea honestly, and at the same time, she looked far away, looked in the direction of the Demon Sect, and observed the development of the situation.


    Many Dao Tingsi monks, as well as the elders and disciples of Taixu Sect, gathered in the direction of the Demon Sect like a dark tide along the established route. At the same time, a net was woven into the Demon Sect''s nest, completely covering it.


    The storm is coming and the war is imminent.


    The geese falling from the poisonous swamp and miasma were everywhere, becoming more and more silent.


    Suddenly, a violent wave came, the mountains and rivers were shattering, and the ground was trembling.


    This is the formation outside the Demon Sect. When it is broken, it produces a violent explosion of spiritual power, causing vibration.


    Then there was a shout of killing sound, running straight through the sky.


    The leading Jindan cultivators all sacrificed magic weapons and rushed to the inside of the Demon Sect. The sword energy, spells, sword armor collided with each other, and their strength was stimulating, fighting with the Demon Sect cultivators.


    The originally clear sky gradually filled with blood, intertwined with the strong miasma.


    After the golden elixir was rushing, the battle between the large army was followed.


    The Daoting Si Diansi led the Zhengsi, the elders of Taixu Sect and the disciples of the inner sect formed a formation, like mincing meat chains, and killed the disciples of the Demon Sect in front of them one by one.


    The five elements spiritual power and the evil spirits collided and intertwined, causing a strong explosion.


    The remaining limbs were everywhere, flesh and blood were flying, extremely tragic.


    Blood flowed into the river and penetrated into the swamp, causing the whole geese to fall down the mountain, covering it with a **** curtain.


    This process is quite long.


    Thousands of monks fought to the death among the poisonous squatters in the mountains, blood splattered, swords broke, magic flowed in the air, and hidden weapons wandered on the ground, and the scene was very grand.


    I don’t know how long it took, but the battle situation calmed down for a while.


    Mo Hua knew that it was not that the encirclement had ended, but that the Jindan Elder and the Daoting Si Diansi took the lead in attacking the Demon Sect.


    Sure enough, after a moment, a stronger vibration came.


    This vibration, the scattered breath spreads around like wind and waves, causing the miasma of geese falling down the mountain to roll back and the mountains and tumbling.


    At the same time, a tyrannical, ferocious, and terrifying roar like an ancient ferocious beast echoed on the geese falling on the mountain, causing fear of all demons and panic among the righteous monks.


    The pupils of ink painting shrank.


    "Is this... dragon roar?!"


    Four Elephant Blue Dragon Formation…


    Around Mo Hua, Elder Xun Zixian, who was in the late stage of Jindan, couldn''t help but change his face when he heard this roar.


    “Evil Dragon…”


    (This chapter ends)