Asking about longevity

Mo Shan's expression condensed, and he found Elder Yu with the ink painting.

Mo Hua pointed to a place on the map and said, "Someone had a fight here."

It won't be a monster hunter, because everyone has agreed that once they do something, they will set off fireworks to remind each other.

In addition, there is a small probability that the demonic beasts fight each other, resulting in fluctuations in demonic power.

There is a high probability that the Qian family monks encountered a monster and took action.

Anyway, check it out.

Elder Yu said directly: "Let everyone gather together and we will go over."

Although the demon hunters dispersed from each other, they were not too far apart, and the information was transmitted quickly. After a while, hundreds of demon hunters in the late stages of Qi refining gathered together.

Elder Yu briefly explained the situation, then waved his hand and said: "Let's go!"

All the demon hunters lowered their bodies, concealed their auras, and without saying a word, quietly approached the peak marked by the ink painting.

Half an hour later, they arrived.

This is an inaccessible hilltop, desolate and remote. Since there are not many people nearby, the demon hunters are too lazy to give it a name. They usually call this place "Unnamed Peak".

Everyone found the remains and blood of the monster on a piece of gravel in the forest.

Mo Shanshan took a look, wiped the blood with his hand, and said, "It was a monk who killed him, but his technique was rough. He was not a monster hunter."

Elder Yu's eyes narrowed and he let go of his consciousness.

Mo Hua could only faintly feel a slight fluctuation, and then no longer noticed anything.

Those with strong spiritual consciousness are not easily spied upon.

It is not easy to be noticed by those with strong spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua's mind trembled. The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the foundation-building stage was indeed extraordinary.

Mo Hua also followed Elder Yu's example and let go of his consciousness to look for clues in the mountains.

After a while, Elder Yu withdrew his consciousness and stared at the ink painting with surprise.

After a while, Mo Hua also took back his consciousness.

"Did you see anything?" Elder Yu asked.

Mo Hua nodded, "There are mines in the mountains, and they were hidden with wood and rocks."

Elder Yu's eyes lit up slightly, "Mark it and show it to me."

Mo Hua took out the map and drew several circles near the top of Wuming Peak.

It was when Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness scanned that he discovered the location of the mine.

Elder Yu nodded, and then marked a few more on it.

Mo Hua looked at it, his expression suddenly enlightened.

These are the things I missed.

Some are too far away and the scope of their spiritual consciousness is not enough, some are hidden too deep and their spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, and some are due to their lack of experience and negligence.

Mo Hua silently reflected and summarized the use of spiritual consciousness in his heart.

Elder Yu looked pleased, patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said, "Not bad."

Then he looked solemn, his eyes like swords, and ordered:

"All demon hunters, remember these locations!"

“Divide into separate teams and enter through these mines, don’t alert others.

"When you encounter a monk from the Qian family, you'll kill him. If it doesn't work, just kill him. I'll handle Daotingsi's side."

The demon hunters took the order, their eyes ignited with fighting intent.

Black shadows jumped up and approached the entrance of the mine on the mountainside.

Mo Shan told Mo Hua: "Just hide aside and don't go in. If a monk comes out, don't care. Protect yourself!"

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Dad, wear that set of rattan armor."

There is a first-grade golden armor array painted in ink on the rattan armor.

Mo Shan felt warm in his heart and touched Mo Hua's head. Then he flashed and approached the mine on the mountainside.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings, found a safe and easy-to-hiding hole, and hid in it.

After a while, there was movement in the mountains, as if a battle had begun.

Outside Mo Hua, he could hear rumbling sounds, the monks shouting and insulting, and the aftermath of colorful spiritual energy.

Then there was a boom.

The spiritual oppression that Mo Hua could feel became stronger.

There was probably a fight between Elder Yu and the Qian family's foundation-building monks.

The violent fluctuations continued for a while, and a figure emerged from a mine on the mountainside.

The figure came out of the mine and ran straight down the mountain without looking back, leaving an afterimage behind him.

Judging from the speed of this escape, he must be a foundation-building monk!

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

The foundation-building monks escaped, and the remaining monks of the Qian family were scattered. The defeat was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, within a moment of making a cup of tea, monks from the Qian family rushed out of the mine entrance one after another.

Most of them had bruises on their heads and looked miserable. They were either covering their arms or limping and running down the mountain in a panic.

Mo Hua didn't want to act rashly. After all, he was only one person, so it was better to be cautious.

Mo Hua still stayed in the pit.

After a while, Mo Hua suddenly noticed footsteps getting closer and closer. When he looked up, he saw two monks from the Qian family who were running for their lives, walking towards him.

It seemed that he had gone through a hard battle, his body was in a miserable state, and his spiritual energy fluctuated weakly, indicating that he was at the end of his strength.

Instead of following the other monks from the Qian family, they had to be alone. Moreover, there were so many roads to walk, so they had to limp through the grass in front of them.

Mo Hua felt that he was a little sorry for them if he didn't take action.

One of the Qian family monks was still cursing:

"Where did these bastards get the news..."

"Go back and report to the master of the family, so that they can look good!"

"……damn it!"

He cursed as he ran away.

He was cursing, and suddenly a fireball exploded in his face.

A burst of severe pain hit him, and the explosive spiritual power of the fire made him dizzy, his ears buzzed, and his face burned with pain.

"What……"

Before he could react, he was hit again in the face and fell straight down.

"Sneak attack?!"

Another monk from the Qian family was so frightened that he ignored his companions and turned to run away. However, after taking a few steps, a fireball hit him on the back of the head.

He fell directly to the ground, his face hit the stone, and he was unconscious.

Mo Hua was in no hurry to come out.

He first scanned them with his spiritual consciousness and found that the spiritual power on the two people was flowing irregularly.

This means that they fainted, were delirious, and were unable to control the flow of their spiritual power.

Mo Hua was still uneasy, so he gave them another shot of fireball. When they saw no reaction, he climbed out of the pit.

How to do it?

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took the storage bags away from them.

The "Law of Tao" prohibits looting.

Mo Hua wanted to be a good monk who abided by the law, but when the Qian family bullied him, he couldn't let others bully him without showing his expression.

"Monks really can't help themselves..."

Mo Hua sighed and put the storage bag into his arms with a slightly melancholy expression.

Afterwards, he ran back to the pit to see if any monks from the Qian family would come to make him "unable to control himself".

After a while, as expected, monks from the Qian family came over one after another.

If there are many people, Mo Hua will let them go.

If there are few people, the ink painting will be done as usual.

When the sky gets brighter and the battle in the mine comes to an end.

Mo Hua's arms are already full...