Asking about longevity

"Little Senior Brother..."

The tall Cheng Mo, with clear eyes, even had a hint of "admiration", which made Mo Hua feel uncomfortable.

"Can you sell me a set of this armor? Any amount of spiritual stones will do!"

Cheng Mo was so greedy that his saliva was about to flow down.

The other people looked at Mo Hua with burning eyes after hearing this.

Especially Situ Jian and Hao Xuan.

They have not worn this armor yet, and have never experienced the feeling of spiritual power amplification and the surge in the power of Taoism, so they are curious and eager.

Situ Jian is a sword cultivator, and he really wants to know how powerful his Lihuo Sword will be after amplification.

Hao Xuan is now a "stick" cultivator, but he was also a sword cultivator.

Even if you like to hit the club, there is no one who doesn't want to try the powerful sword technique once.

Mo Hua said: "This armor has many restrictions, and the formation inside is also very complicated. If I don't control it with my mind, I can't increase my spiritual power..."

Several people are a little regretful.

However, Cheng Mo hurriedly said, "Little Senior Brother, next time you do something, you must take me with you. My requirements are not high. As long as I wear this armor, I will chop wherever you point." Cheng Mo promised with a serious face. Mo Hua was a little helpless, "Okay..." He looked up and saw that it was getting dark, so he said, "It's getting late. Let's skin this pig monster first and go back to talk about it." "Okay." This is a second-grade middle-stage pig monster, with a fat head and big ears. It is a special species. It seems to be worth a lot of merit after skinning and bone removal. Cheng Mo raised two 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 more complicated psychological struggles. No matter what Mo Hua's identity is or where he learned the formation, he can't control it. This is the ancestor's business. As a great-great-grandson of the Jindan period, he doesn't have the courage or ability to control the ancestor's business. Remember the ancestor's instructions and keep the child safe. Apart from this, other things have nothing to do with him.

Elder Xun nodded, and then silently glanced at Mo Hua and the others.

"However, a second-grade intermediate-level, rough-skinned and thick-blooded pig demon can be killed by these children..."

"The young are really formidable..."

Elder Xun sighed in his heart.

Although it was a joint effort of several people, it was also very remarkable.

The last disciple he had seen who could lead a team to hunt down a mid-stage foundation-building monster with the cultivation of the mid-stage foundation-building was Brother Xuan...

The sword-like eyebrows and long beard, the upright face, suddenly floated in his mind.

Thinking of this, Elder Xun's eyes dimmed, and his heart was disappointed.

God is jealous of talents...

Brother Xuan was a brilliant sword genius back then. He was the descendant of the Dugu ancestor who was the only one in swordsmanship and deified Taixu. He was highly expected by the entire Taixu Sect.

But later, for some reason, his natal spirit sword broke, and he never recovered from it, and became indistinguishable from the crowd.

Now there is no news, and no one knows where he has gone.

In the past, the two of them practiced together, practiced swords together, and were punished together. They had a deep friendship.

But now time has passed, and the road is long. I am afraid that we will never meet again.

Elder Xun was stunned for a moment...

But before he could feel sad for long, several breaths of monks came from a distance.

Elder Xun turned his head and looked in the direction of the breath, frowning slightly.

Mo Hua and his men were skinning and boned the pig monster.

After a moment, Mo Hua was suddenly startled, and also raised his head, looking at the other side of the mountain road, his eyes fixed, and said in a deep voice:

"Someone is coming."

Cheng Mo was a little surprised, and released his spiritual sense, but there was no figure around.

But seeing that Mo Hua looked a little solemn, Cheng Mo and his men knew what was going on, and each of them picked up an axe, held a sword, and looked alert.

In a moment, several breaths of monks appeared within the range of spiritual sense.

Cheng Mo and his men looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

These cultivators obviously sensed Mo Hua and the others, and they didn't shy away. They walked over and appeared at the edge of the forest.

A group of eight cultivators, wearing golden robes, wearing golden swords on their waists, all of them had golden spiritual roots, handsome faces, and arrogant expressions.

Mo Hua thought to himself that it was indeed true.

It was Duan Jinmen...

The faces of these eight people were all unfamiliar. Seven of them were in the middle stage of foundation building, and the leader was surprisingly in the late stage of foundation building.

It seemed that a senior brother of Duan Jinmen was hunting monsters with a group of disciples.

This senior brother of Duan Jinmen in the late stage of foundation building was tall and thin, with a golden appearance, holding his head high, and looked very remarkable.

On his right, a Duanjin Sect disciple took a step forward, pointed at Mo Hua and the others, and said:

"Little devil, you are so brave, you dare to steal our Duanjin Sect's monster?"

Cheng Mo's eyes fixed, and he said coldly:

"We killed this pig monster with great difficulty, what does it have to do with you Duanjin Sect?"

The Duanjin Sect disciple sneered, "How can you, a few disciples in the middle stage of foundation building, who are still wet behind the ears, kill this second-grade intermediate monster?"

"We killed this pig monster!"

"Yes," another disciple on the other side echoed, "We joined forces to besiege and wound this pig monster before, and have been chasing it for a long time. We were about to succeed, but you little brats got there first and picked the peach..."

"Considering that we are all disciples of the sect in Qianxuezhou, you can leave the pig monster behind and we can let it go."

Cheng Mo was a little angry when he saw them mixing right and wrong, "Bullshit!"

The faces of several Duanjin Sect disciples changed, and they said sternly:

"Kid, keep your mouth shut!"

"Otherwise, we will have to discipline you on behalf of your Taixu Sect elders."

Cheng Mo sneered, "A bunch of trash, you dare not do it yourself, you only know how to steal other people's prey."

The Duanjin Sect disciple was slightly angry, "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished."

The Duanjin Sect senior brother, who was in the lead, was already a little unhappy, and said silently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

He pointed at Mo Hua and the others and ordered:

"The monster stays, you get out."

Cheng Mo was furious, and Situ Jian and the others also looked cold.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered:

"Let's go."

Cheng Mo and the others were startled, looked at Mo Hua, suppressed his anger, and nodded slowly.

They had just fought a big battle with the pig-headed monster, and consumed too much spiritual power. Now their strength has not recovered yet, so they can't be the opponent of these Duanjin Sect bastards.

What's more, there is a late foundation building on the opposite side.

Although they looked down on the people of Duanjinmen, thinking that Duanjinmen was petty, mean, and shameless, they would not look down on Duanjinmen's Duanjin Yujian Jue.

That Duanjinmen senior brother, with a golden sword on his waist and sword energy floating around him, was obviously a sword cultivator with good cultivation.

A sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building must be very difficult to deal with.

If it were normal times, they would be young and energetic, and would definitely rush up and fight first regardless of whether they could win or not.

But now that the junior senior brother has spoken, they must follow suit.

Cheng Mo and his men looked at the Duanjinmen disciples fiercely, and then slowly retreated.

Mo Hua mixed in with the others and retreated with them. He was not conspicuous, and was not taken seriously by the Duanjinmen disciples.

The Duanjinmen disciples saw Cheng Mo and his men leave in disgrace, but they did not try to stop them, but could not help but laugh out loud.

"I'll teach you a lesson..."

"Why are you pretending to be tough? You just ran away with your tail between your legs."

"Next time you meet us from Duanjinmen, you'll also run away with your tail between your legs like today."

The discerning disciples raised their thumbs and flattered the senior brother in the late stage of foundation building:

"You are still so powerful, brother. In one word, these little bastards dare not even fart."

Senior brother Duanjinmen sneered, "What's that..."

He sneered at Mohua and the others who were walking away, "They are just a few little ghosts. They are sensible. Otherwise, I would have to teach them the rules of this demon mountain."

"Senior brother is so powerful!"

"Thanks to you this time, we also benefited from it."

"What are the eight major sects? They still have to look at the face of our Duanjinmen..."

The disciples began to flatter again.

Elder Xun, who was squatting in the bushes, was so angry that he wanted to take action to teach these little bastards of Duanjinmen a lesson and support Taixumen.

But he thought about it and gave up.

This was in the Demon Refining Mountain, not in the family or the sect.

These disciples not only had to fight with monsters, but also had conflicts with disciples from other sects.

This was a matter between disciples, and they had to find a way to solve it themselves.

He followed the instructions of the ancestor and was only responsible for protecting Mo Hua's safety, and would not interfere in other matters.

A real man can bend and stretch.

Since Mo Hua knew how to endure and no conflict broke out, he didn't need to force a move.

Besides, it was a good thing to suffer some setbacks.

It was better to suffer losses and be bullied now and learn a lesson than to be pitted to death with a simple face when he left the sect in the future.

But...

Mo Hua's calm appearance appeared in Elder Xun's mind again.

Despite being ridiculed and mocked by the disciples of Duanjin Sect, Mo Hua's expression was calm and there was no abnormality.

"Is this child a person who endures humiliation?"

Elder Xun was a little unsure for a moment...

But Mo Hua was obviously not.

After leaving the range of the disciples of Duanjin Sect, Mo Hua squatted down and began to look through the storage bag.

He picked out some formations and some spiritual tools.

"I will set up the formations myself later..."

"These spiritual tools, some are armor, some are spiritual swords, and I have drawn the "Gold-Suppressing Formation" inside..."

The Gold-Suppressing Formation, as the name suggests, can suppress the five elements of gold spiritual power. It is a five-element restraining formation.

Mo Hua had learned this formation a long time ago.

He also took the time to ask Master Gu to help refine a few custom-made spiritual tools of the gold-suppressing type, which were usually stored in the storage bag for backup.

Now it comes in handy.

"Also, this is the poison of the Cangmu Wolf, apply it on the sword..."

"There is also the blood of the Azure Snake, which is also poisonous, mix it and apply it..."

Cheng Mo and his friends, who were originally feeling aggrieved and angry, were startled, but after thinking about it, they were not surprised.

Cheng Mo then whispered:

"Young Senior Brother, are we going to take revenge?"

Mo Hua corrected: "It's not revenge, we are just going to get our own things back, and let them remember it by the way..."

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold.

Dare to rob my pig? !

Mo Hua continued: "You guys hurry up and meditate and take pills to recover your spiritual power, and then we will do it to them!"

Cheng Mo and his friends were cheered up and said in unison:

"Okay!"

Mo Hua didn't take action before, one reason was that everyone had just gone through a big battle and lacked spiritual power;

Another reason was that there were fewer people on his side and they were at a disadvantage.

And there was a late foundation building person on the opposite side.

It is unwise to fight hard.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Let's get out safely first.

However, when everyone's spiritual power is restored, the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark, and we have time and opportunity to plan, that's another matter.

A gentleman does not take revenge overnight.

A few disciples of Duanjinmen are not worthy of him waiting for ten years.

Not even overnight.

After the plan was completed, Cheng Mo and his companions also recovered their spiritual power. They put on the armor of Kejin, held the sword of Kejin, and tempered the poisonous blood of various monsters. They began to show their skills and rushed in the forest.

They were young and full of energy, and they were ridiculed by the disciples of Duanjinmen. They were already full of anger.

Now they have the opportunity to fight back, and their eyes are shining coldly.

Elder Xun in the distance was a little stunned.

He just praised Mo Hua for his "forbearance" in his heart, but in a blink of an eye, they were holding axes and swords ready to "fight".

They even poisoned the spiritual weapons.

Who taught them such vicious methods... Elder Xun shook his head.

This time it is estimated that there will be a real conflict, and he can't do anything about it.

However, he had made up his mind.

If Mo Hua and his friends won, he would just watch and forget about it.

If Mo Hua and his friends lost, he would take sides.

He was an elder after all, and he had to have the "magnanimity" of an elder...

Elder Xun quietly set off and followed Mo Hua and his friends.

Mo Hua and his friends headed south, chasing in the direction where the disciples of Duan Jin Men left.

Along the way, Mo Hua released his spiritual sense, observed carefully, and tracked the traces of the disciples of Duan Jin Men. After chasing for half an hour, he finally found the figures of the group of disciples of Duan Jin Men on a hilltop.

The pig-headed monster had been stripped of its materials by them.

They "returned with a full load" and now 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 dim, the sunset was setting, and it was about to be too dark.

But this group of disciples of Duan Jin Men did not seem to be in a hurry to leave the Demon Refining Mountain.

"Are they going to spend the night in this mountain?"

Mo Hua frowned.

Why don't you go out earlier? Why do you stay in the mountains?

But it's better to stay in the mountains.

It's easier to do it when it's dark.

Mo Hua took out a few pieces of black cloth and asked everyone to cover their faces.

Cheng Mo said: "Little brother, even if we cover our faces, they should be able to recognize us..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said seriously:

"Since we are going to do it, we must be 'professional'. Since others cover their faces, we have to cover our faces too, otherwise it's against the rules."

Cheng Mo nodded as if he understood.

After the preparations were completed, several people waited until dark, the night was dark, and the mountain breeze was cool.

Several disciples of Duan Jinmen were drinking around a bonfire formation, leaving only two people to guard the periphery.

Mo Hua lowered his voice and said: "According to the plan."

In order not to make a sound, Cheng Mo held a branch in his mouth and nodded honestly.

Then several people took good positions.

Mo Hua performed the art of concealment, quietly approached the campfire formation, and then stopped at the periphery, took out a bottle of spiritual ink, and quietly poured it on the ground.

The spiritual ink seeped into the rocks and soil.

Mo Hua used his divine thoughts to guide, and under the cover of darkness, the spiritual ink began to meander around unconsciously and condensed into a formation.

Elder Xun, who was wondering what Mo Hua was going to do, was also stunned.

He knew that Mo Hua was going to set up a formation, but he didn't know how Mo Hua could set up a formation under the eyes of others.

Now he saw it.

Although the night was dark, his twenty-eight-patterned golden elixir consciousness still sensed the process of Mo Hua drawing the formation.

With divine thoughts as the pen and the earth as the medium, the formation was manifested on the ground without sound or sound.

Elder Xun took a slow breath.

He was afraid of the sternness of the ancestor and did not follow the path of the formation, but he still had some vision after being influenced by what he saw and heard.

This is definitely not a formation method that an ordinary formation master can control!

Could this... also be taught by the ancestor?

But...

Elder Xun's eyes were slightly trembling, "The ancestor himself wouldn't know it either..."

...

Everything that happened afterwards seemed to be a matter of course.

The disciples of Duanjinmen were arrogant and domineering. They had cultivation skills but little experience in cultivation and lacked vigilance. They drank and chatted happily, and became less vigilant.

Mo Hua had finished drawing the formation, and they knew nothing about it.

Mo Hua shook his head.

It was a good thing that he had made several backup plans in case the disciples of Duanjinmen discovered the formation with his spiritual consciousness. What should he do next?

Now it seems that he was worrying too much.

Then Mo Hua detonated the formation.

The seventeen-pattern second-grade high-level formation, although only a high-level entry-level formation, was more than enough to blow up these second-grade mid-stage disciples.

When the formation exploded, mud and sand rolled in the night, and flames filled the air.

Five of the eight Duanjinmen disciples fell instantly.

The senior brother of Duanjinmen was also seriously injured.

Although he was a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, he was a sword cultivator and didn't cultivate his body much.

Of the remaining three, Hao Xuan knocked one unconscious with a club.

Yang Qianjun and Cheng Mo suddenly jumped up and killed one each.

Finally, the four joined forces to besiege the seriously injured Brother Duan Jinmen.

Brother Duan Jinmen, who was arrogant and indifferent in the daytime, was now blasted to dust and had no momentum, and was as panic-stricken as a dog that had lost its home.

It seemed that he really didn't expect that there would be disciples who dared to ambush them in the Demon Refining Mountain.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, and while urging the Duanjin sword energy, he shouted angrily:

"Who are you? How dare you offend my Duanjinmen?"

Mo Huali ignored him.

Cheng Mo held a branch in his mouth and couldn't speak.

The other few people did not say anything, but used all their moves to attack Brother Duan Jinmen.

With the defense of the gold-killing armor, the killing power of the gold-killing spiritual weapon, and the demon poison quenched on the spiritual weapon, it was not difficult to deal with a seriously injured cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

But during the fight, Brother Duan Jinmen still recognized him and said in shock:

"It's you!"

The five little ghosts in the daytime? !

But how could it be possible...

How dare these little ghosts, and how could they ambush the eight-member Duan Jinmen demon hunting team led by him, a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building?

Brother Duan Jinmen was shocked and angry, and sneered:

"Good! Good! A bunch of ignorant little bastards, today I..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua saw it.

"He is going to use the Broken Gold Sword Control Technique!"

Yang Qianjun and others immediately accelerated their offensive and suppressed Brother Duan Jinmen.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was very frustrated and reached out to take out the talisman.

Mo Hua said, "He wants to use the Golden Body Talisman."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qianjun waved his spear and tried to pick up Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's arm.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was shocked. What was the origin of this kid? How could he predict the enemy's moves and see through his every move?

He gritted his teeth and took Yang Qianjun's shot. He exchanged his injury for a fighting opportunity and still activated the talisman.

A layer of hazy golden light enveloped him.

And Senior Brother Duan Jinmen quickly retreated a few steps, holding the Golden Body Talisman, began to accumulate energy, and performed the killing move Duanjin Yujian Jue.

For a time, he was surrounded by golden light.

The golden sword energy and the golden spirit sword in front of him complemented each other, and the power was magnificent.

Mo Hua instantly released a water prison technique, but the light blue water light was blocked by the Golden Body Talisman as soon as it approached, and could not interrupt the accumulation of Duanjin Yujian Jue.

The golden body talisman is immune to ordinary spell control.

In a flash, Mo Hua shouted crisply:

"Strong attack, chop him!"

At the same time, Mo Hua began to communicate with the Five Elements Source Armor.

Cheng Mo immediately understood, his face was excited, and without any hesitation, in just a moment, he moved his spiritual power to the extreme, and used the mountain-splitting axe technique to chop towards Senior Brother Duan Jinmen.

He was a physical cultivator, and his killing moves were faster.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen had no way to avoid it, and his face was ugly.

But he had estimated it in his mind.

This axe, which was launched later but arrived first, although it was powerful, was not enough to stop his sword tactics.

As long as he condensed the sword tactics, these despicable little beasts would all be finished!

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's eyes turned cold.

But when Cheng Mo's giant axe was halfway through the chop, the armor on his body flashed, and a mysterious power descended.

Cheng Mo's power suddenly increased.

His double axes were wrapped with a more dazzling luster, and his power was even stronger.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's face changed wildly.

No!

The power of this axe suddenly became stronger? !

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen felt a chill in his heart, but at this moment, he could do nothing but watch Cheng Mo's axe hit his shoulder.

This axe was so powerful that it broke his golden body talisman and made him tremble all over.

The axe blade caused serious damage and blood flowed from his body.

Because of the great power, his half-charged Duanjin Yujian Jue was also interrupted.

The spiritual power backfired and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he had no power to resist.

This senior brother of Duan Jinmen, who was in the late stage of foundation building, was defeated and was held down by Cheng Mo with a big axe, and slowly knelt in front of the ink painting.