Asking about longevity

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

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

Only one of them met, there was a boom, a flash of fire, and the formation exploded.

These three monks in black, who were well-trained, died unexpectedly...

Hao Xuan looked shocked, but Mo Hua was still a little happy in his heart, but on the surface, he still wanted to maintain his reputation as a "little senior brother", so he nodded reservedly and said:

"Okay……"

As a rule, he has to use fireball to finish the damage.

But this time Hao Xuan was nearby, so Mo Hua didn't make a move, so as not to make him think that his little senior brother was vicious.

This destroyed his "simple and kind" friendly image among his peers.

Three men in black died.

Mo Hua raised his finger and drew a golden light, which cut through the masks of the three people, but under the masks, there was still dirty black flesh corrupted by the demonic energy.

"As soon as a person dies... will his face be disfigured..."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

In this case, you have to capture one alive to see what they look like?

Hao Xuan whispered: "There are four people left, should I go and lure them over again?"

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

"No need, it's just four people. There's no need to lure us... I guess you won't be able to lure us either..."

"Five people have disappeared. No matter how stupid they are, they still know that there is something wrong with you. Once you show up, they will be more cautious and even think about running away..."

Hao Xuan asked doubtfully: "What should we do?"

"I'll go over and take a look," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said to Hao Xuande, "If your injury is not healed, just stay invisible and stay nearby and don't take action."

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

"My magic is very powerful!" Mo Hua said.

Hao Xuan was slightly startled.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed that Mo Hua only got a "C" in the Taoist examination.

Can C 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: "Senior brother, please be careful."

Mo Hua nodded, "Don't worry."

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

Using the formation method to "fish", five people were killed in a trap.

The remaining four are completely fish on the chopping board, and there is no way they can escape from his grasp.

Mo Hua's gaze was a bit dangerous.

Hao Xuan looked at the ink paintings and felt in a daze that these black-clothed monks who chased the five of them until they had no way out, in the eyes of his "little senior brother", were just like...

Like a chick?

No...

…

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

Cheng Mo and the others were at a disadvantage.

They had been hunted before, fighting and retreating all the way, feeling exhausted and exhausted.

Although the number of black monks has dropped sharply, with only four people left, they still feel that it is becoming more and more difficult.

But now is the best chance to escape.

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

Otherwise, when the other men in black catch Hao Xuan - or fail to catch Hao Xuan and turn back directly, they will really be in trouble.

They knew that Hao Xuan had good body skills.

Under this situation, Cheng Mo and the others could only hope that Hao Xuan would support them for a while longer.

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

Five people went there and haven't come back yet.

I don’t know if he was held back or ambushed.

Although it is unlikely that one will lose his life, if it is delayed for too long, something will inevitably happen.

My group of people walk around in black clothes at night, and they do shady things. Things can easily change over time. Once they are exposed, they will definitely die without a burial place.

The leading monk in black felt uneasy and suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

"Take drugs and fight quickly!"

The other three men in black were all startled, with hesitation on their faces.

But they dare not disobey "Big Brother"'s orders.

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

In an instant, the auras of the four people suddenly increased sharply, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

Cheng Mo and the others looked stern.

"Evil Pill?"

In their hearts, they all felt something was wrong.

Originally at a disadvantage, these four men in black have all taken evil pills and their cultivation levels have increased.

If this continues, I'm afraid it's going to be really bad...

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and said regardless:

"A bunch of evil beasts! Even if I die today, I will drag you down!"

After speaking, he roared angrily, his eyes widened, his upper body muscles were covered with a deep bronze color, his blood was boiling, and his whole aura was like a giant ax that cracked mountains and cracked the earth.

Mountain axe!

This is the ancestral Taoism of the Cheng family. The moves are simple but powerful.

After the Tao method is activated, the skin and flesh are like steel, and the ax blade has the power to crack mountains and crack rocks.

But the duration is limited.

In his realm, his cultivation is limited, and he cannot fully exert the power of this Tao method.

Cheng Mo used it forcefully because he was overdrawing his blood and fighting against the monks in black.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, who were standing next to them, saw that Cheng Mo was desperate and knew that this was the critical moment and they had to fight to the death.

There is still a glimmer of hope.

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

Situ's swords were pointed together, arousing the sword energy to the extreme. A layer of bright red flames, Lihuo, enveloped his spiritual sword.

Yang Qianjun's eyes glowed with golden pupils, and the spear was also condensed with bright golden light.

For a moment, the three of them turned pale, but their fighting spirit was strong.

When Mo Hua arrived, he happened to see this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

The children of the aristocratic family are indeed extraordinary.

The moves passed down by these aristocratic families through the generations are impressive and very powerful at a glance.

Especially Cheng Mo.

He usually looks indifferent, but when it comes to real life-and-death fights, he holds two axes and has a fierce fighting spirit, like a vajra with angry eyes, and his momentum is astonishing.

In addition, Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, with their fire and metal, and surging spiritual power, were no less generous.

that is……

Seems a little too stupid...

This kind of wide-opening and closing moves is very powerful, but if you are inexperienced and use it incorrectly, it will also have serious disadvantages.

Sure enough, although the leading monk in black looked solemn, he was not very anxious. Instead, he ordered in a deep voice:

"These three boys are going to fight hard. They are invincible. Be careful..."

A trace of severity flashed in the eyes of the boss in black, "The end of the powerful crossbow will not last long. Slowly draining their blood and spiritual energy, they will surely die!"

The other three men in black nodded "Yes!"

In a flash of lightning, the two sides fought together again.

Cheng Mo and the others also knew that they could not hold out for long, so they wanted to fight quickly and use thunderous means to kill one or two first, and then decide whether to fight or leave.

The monks in black mainly tried to contain them, neither letting Cheng Mo or the others go, nor fighting with them. They wanted to exhaust the strength of the three of them and then kill them all.

For a moment, the light of axes and swords intertwined in the field, and spiritual power, blood and energy were intertwined and stirred.

Although the momentum seemed huge, the situation remained deadlocked.

Cheng Mo became more and more anxious.

He is not good at using the mountain axe. Although he is strong and powerful, he cannot fight for a long time.

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

Their spiritual power is not enough, so they forcefully activate this kind of killing move, and their spiritual power is pouring out every moment.

Mo Hua looked at it and shook his head.

"It's awesome, but after all, I'm still too young..."

"Before using a killing move, you should first think about whether the enemy can be killed. If not, what will be the consequences..."

"With all the passion and hard work, a lot of spiritual power was wasted in vain..."

"I don't know. I need to use my spiritual power sparingly..."

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

A fireball shot out of the sky, creating a fast and bright light in the dark night, accurately hitting a man in black who was avoiding Cheng Mo's big axe.

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

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

He had no idea where the fireball came from or who was behind it.

After a moment, his expression was one of panic.

This fireball was not powerful enough to cause him fatal injuries.

But the fireball exploded on him, and his spiritual power exploded, causing him to stumble, losing his balance and sluggish for a moment.

In the battle between life and death, this moment of delay can be fatal.

The man in black turned pale instantly.

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately came to his senses. He couldn't help but smile evilly. He seized the momentary flaw, raised his axes high, and struck down suddenly.

The monk in black tried his best to dodge, but still couldn't make it in time.

The powerful and heavy double axes directly split his chest with the force of breaking mountains.

One of the four black-clothed monks died in an instant.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Cheng Mo and the others were delighted, "Is there any help?"

The black-clothed monk on the other side had panicked eyes and a slight chill in his heart.

"Is there an ambush?"

The leading monk in black immediately shouted loudly: "Fellow Taoist, you are hiding your head and showing your tail. Why don't you come out and see me?"

The surrounding night is dark, the mountains and forests are dark, and when the cool breeze passes, the shadows of the trees are thick, like ghosts.

The black-clothed monk felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Cheng Mo and the other two men had sharp eyes, and they all seized the opportunity to kill the remaining men in black.

The leader of the man in black had a stern look in his eyes, gritted his teeth and ordered:

"Keep spending, be careful of magic attacks..."

The two sides fought together again.

Cheng Mo and others were very motivated to fight.

The black-clothed monk became timid.

They were afraid that another fireball would suddenly fly out in the dark night and kill them when their lives were hanging by a thread...

But Mo Hua's fireball technique was so fast that it was impossible to guard against it.

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

The man in black groaned in pain and froze.

Situ Jian's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he immediately pointed out a blast of Lihuo Sword Qi.

The sword energy was blazing and pierced directly into the heart of the man in black.

Another man in black died.

Just a moment later, another fireball flew out of the darkness and headed straight for the face of another man in black.

Having learned from the past, the man in black was on tenterhooks and on full alert.

As soon as Mo Hua's fireball came out, he immediately noticed it and tried his best to dodge, barely avoiding his face.

The fireball flew past his ears, which hurt, but luckily he was not hit by the fireball.

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, he saw the tip of a gun exposed on his chest.

While he was on guard against the fireball technique, Yang Qianjun had already taken the opportunity to get behind him and stabbed him through the chest.

At this point, the situation suddenly changed.

Three fireballs, three lives.

Only the black-clothed monk who was the leader was left in the room.

He stood there, his eyes frightened and full of disbelief.

"what happened?!"

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

Without giving him much time to react, the situation took a turn for the worse.

"There are experts!"

"Go! Otherwise you will die!"

Without saying a word, the monk in black turned around and tried to escape.

Ink Hua pointed his finger in the darkness, and light blue water patterns suddenly appeared, and the water prison condensed instantly, tying the leader of the black-clothed monks in place.

"This is……"

The monk in black had a pale face.

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

"Catch them alive!"

This voice sounded familiar.

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

Cheng Mo didn't recognize it for a moment.

But he still subconsciously spared his life. The ax deflected and hit the black monk on the back.

Unexpectedly, when the monk in black heard the words "catch alive", his eyes suddenly turned horrified.

Just at this moment, a golden light struck from the distance.

This golden light, not very powerful, went straight to the face of the black-clothed monk.

It seemed that he didn't want to take his life, but wanted to cut open his mask to expose his appearance.

But this seemed to frighten him more than killing him.

The black-clothed monk showed despair, and without waiting for the golden light to break through, he directly broke off his fingers. A wave of demonic energy spread instantly, swallowing up his flesh and blood, turning it into a pool of black turbid water.

Cheng Mo and others looked shocked and avoided each other, then looked at each other in confusion.

"Is this...a magical method?"

Cheng Mo said calmly.

But all the black-clothed monks here were dead, there were bloodstains all over the ground, the mountains and forests were dead silent, and no one responded.

After a while, Cheng Mo and the other two people all let out a long sigh of relief.

No matter what, the steward survived.

Yang Qianjun looked solemn, cupped his hands towards the mountains and forests opposite and said:

"Thanks for the help!"

"I don't know who this fellow Taoist is, can you show up and tell me?"

The mountains and forests are silent.

Situ Jian frowned, "Could it be that he's a senior fellow from some sect in Qianxuezhou? Helping him when he sees injustice on the road?"

"Although it was an ordinary fireball technique, the shot was precise and easy, and it easily changed the situation of the battle..."

"Must be a master of magic..."

"Spell master, will you only use fireball?"

"It doesn't look like it..."

Cheng Mo solemnly said: "Generally speaking, masters will not use low-end spells like Fireball, but real masters, returning to their original nature, will use humble spells like Fireball to turn decay into magic..."

"That makes sense..."

"Who could that be?"

Cheng Mo thought about it for a moment and said hesitantly: "It can't be some 'predecessor' expert, right?"

"Just call me 'little senior brother'. There's no need to call me 'senior'. It's too foreign..."

A crisp voice sounded, and Mo Hua silently appeared in front of the three people, smiling brightly.

Yang Qianjun was stunned.

Situ Jianren was dumbfounded.

Cheng Mo was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

"Ink... ink painting?!"

Mo Hua nodded.

"伱, you..."

Cheng Mo said "you" for a long time, not knowing what to say. After a long moment of pause, he said:

"Did you cast the fireball spell?"

"if not?"

Cheng Mo looked around and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

"Um!"

"But, you..."

Cheng Mo's heart was suddenly shocked.

What about... ink painting?

how can that be 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 start.

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

The leading monk in black turned into a puddle of black water.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed.

Still no one caught alive...

Once these people know that they will die, they will not hesitate to commit suicide and destroy their bodies with demonic energy.

He is really cruel to himself.

Or do they have an absolutely terrible secret?

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

"Um."

Cheng Mo and the other two nodded solemnly.

So the three of them took the fainted Yi Li and Mo Hua to call Hao Xuan. The group walked around the mountain forest and found a hidden cave to stay temporarily.

Mo Hua simply set up some warning, concealment and protective formations outside the cave.

Cheng Mo and others were recovering from their injuries in the cave.

After taking the elixir, the injuries of several people improved, and their spiritual power gradually recovered. Situ Jian finally couldn't help but ask:

"Mo Hua, why are you here?"

Mo Hua wrote lightly:

"I went back to the sect and passed by this place. I saw blood stains, so I looked for it, and I happened to find Hao Xuan who was being chased..."

"Then I got lucky and rescued Hao Xuan. Then I followed Hao Xuan and found you. By 'lucky' I also rescued you..."

"oh……"

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

Is this something you can do by chance, luck, or luck?

"How...how did you save him?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Just... set up a formation, blow it up, and that's it..." Mo Hua said.

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

"It's the same, set up a formation, explode once, and everyone will be gone..."

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

"All dead?!"

Mo Hua nodded, then sighed and said helplessly:

"As you know, I am an formation master. I am physically weak and my spiritual power is weak. It is very dangerous to fight head-on."

"When I encounter such brutal, faceless black-clothed monks, I have no choice but to think of a way first, set up a formation, and blow them up..."

"Who knew they couldn't help but blow up, and they would die as soon as they exploded. I can't blame you for that..."

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 seriously:

"These are small things, and now the most important thing is, what do we do next?"

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

Cheng Mo and others were startled, and then their expressions became serious.

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

"I want to report to the court."

"But, it's too late..."

"By the time Daotingsi arrives, these human traffickers will probably have escaped long ago..."

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

"If it is sold to an ordinary cultivator, it may not be a big deal, but if it is sold to an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator, I'm afraid..."

Some cruel rumors about demon cultivators killing people to practice exercises, killing people to refine elixirs, and killing people to sacrifice weapons emerged in everyone's minds.

Everyone looked a little solemn.

"Then how about..."

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly and he suggested in a low voice, "Kill all the men in black?"

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

Especially Cheng Mo and Situ Jian.

It was as if they were meeting each other for the first time. In the past, this "little senior brother" whom they had thought was innocent and cute, harmless to humans and animals, but with poor basic skills and who only knew how to draw formations...