Chapter 164 Fireball (Second Update)

"Elder, find two people to protect me!"

Mo Hua said to Elder Yu, then jumped down from the entrance of the mine with a slight jump.

Elder Yu didn't know what Mo Hua was going to do. After thinking for a while, he called two demon hunters and asked them to follow Mo Hua to protect Mo Hua.

His own consciousness has been following Mo Hua to prevent him from encountering danger.

Mo Hua did not enter the center of the battlefield, but found a hidden position on the edge and hid carefully.

Two demon hunters were on guard around Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, closed his eyes, and released his consciousness to the extreme.

The chaotic battlefield suddenly turned white, and the fighting monks all appeared in Mo Hua's consciousness one by one in a state of spiritual power.

After a long time, Mo Hua finally found a strange figure.

The figure is a faint light blue, wandering on the battlefield, looking like a ghost when it strikes, and is elusive.

If the ink painting hadn't pushed his consciousness to the extreme, he wouldn't have noticed this figure at all.

Mo Hua tried to lock it with his spiritual consciousness.

But the figure is erratic and has a weak presence, making it difficult to be locked by spiritual consciousness.

Seeing more and more demon hunters falling down, Mo Hua took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and entered a meditative state where he forgot both things and himself.

Mo Hua tried his best to capture the light blue figure with his consciousness. After an unknown period of time, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were slightly bright.

Locked!

The light blue figure is looming in the consciousness of the ink painting, but its trajectory is clearly visible.

Mo Hua put two fingers together and pointed forward, and a fireball technique roared out.

The fireball technique flew to an open space on the battlefield.

There is a demon hunter wearing iron armor near the clearing, fighting with people.

Suddenly, the demon hunter felt alarmed and felt that there was danger around him, but the sword in his hand was entangled and he was unable to move.

At this moment, a dagger suddenly appeared in the gap next to the demon hunter. It was pointed at a tricky angle and headed straight for his eyes.

The demon hunter could not avoid it, and his face showed despair for a moment.

At this moment, a fireball roared over and hit the monk who sneaked up on him.

The moment the fireball exploded, flames filled the air, interrupting the sneak attack.

The monk who made the sneak attack also briefly revealed his figure.

He is a black monk with short stature, ordinary appearance and sinister eyes.

The demon hunter took this opportunity to take a breath, swung his sword away from the nearby Qian family monk, and then raised his sword to strike at the black-clothed monk.

The black-clothed monk cursed, used his body skills, and retreated to the edge of the battlefield. He shuttled through the crowd several times before gradually disappearing.

The demon hunter felt regretful, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had this fireball technique, otherwise his life would probably have been decided here.

It's a pity that the monk in black was not caught and chopped!

After the black-clothed monk traveled back and forth several times, he disappeared and continued to wander around the battlefield, but he couldn't help but wonder:

"Where did the fireball technique come from?"

Most demon hunters are good at physical training, and few are good at magic.

The spell that Shicai cast was tricky and precise, and the caster should be an expert.

Fortunately, it was not very powerful and only interrupted his attack without causing any injuries.

But the monk in black thought again and realized something was wrong. The power of the veteran's fireball technique could not be so low.

Is it just a coincidence?

The monks were fighting in a melee, and it was inevitable that they would be accidentally hit by the magic spells flying around. Just now, he should have just hit his back, but he happened to be hit.

He didn't believe that anyone could lock him with magic in such a chaotic battle situation.

The monk in black calmed down, looked confident, and continued to patrol around, looking for opportunities to strike.

A demon hunter showed a flaw, and the monk in black was about to take action, but suddenly a fireball flew over again, interrupting his sneak attack again!

It was a coincidence once, but it definitely wasn't the second time.

The black-clothed monk was slightly annoyed, and the corner of his eye quickly passed around.

To cast a spell, a monk needs to concentrate his energy and raise his hands. He has rich experience in fighting with others, which can be seen at a glance.

But the demon hunters around him showed no signs of casting spells at all.

The monk in black scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness, but still found nothing, and couldn't help but look confused:

"Who used the fireball technique?"

He didn't dare to use his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, nor did he dare to scan it for too long.

Once he is distracted and uses his consciousness for too long, others will inevitably see his flaws, and he will be the one in danger.

Mo Hua found a big rock to hide from a distance, locked it with his spiritual consciousness, then exposed his head and fired a fireball, and then secretly hid behind it.

The monk in black couldn't see him with his eyes. He was far away and his consciousness couldn't scan him at all.

Moreover, he locked his consciousness twice and cast the fireball spell twice, and his ink painting techniques became more and more proficient.

The figure of the hidden monk became clearer in his consciousness.

The black-clothed monk faintly sensed something was wrong.

He seems to have been watched with spiritual consciousness!

The battlefield was originally chaotic, with mixed spiritual powers and chaotic consciousness, but he had not noticed it yet.

But now that he was hit twice by the fireball technique, he discovered that there was indeed a spiritual consciousness that had been vaguely following him, lingering.

Foundation-building monk? !

"No, it's impossible." The black-clothed monk thought to himself, "If it were the Foundation Establishment monk's prying eyes, he wouldn't be able to notice it at all."

Those are the other monks at the ninth level of Qi Refining, whose spiritual consciousness is stronger than mine!

But at the ninth level of Qi refining, why is the magic power so low?

The black monk's thoughts were confused.

He must find this monk who uses the fireball technique! Otherwise, he will be hindered as soon as he makes a move, and the situation will be bad.

The black-robed monk was afraid and no longer made a rash move. Instead, he just wandered around the battlefield, patiently looking for clues, trying to pull out Mo Hua.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

If the black-robed monk does not make a move, Mo Hua does not need to make a move.

Mo Hua hid behind a big rock, his expression became leisurely, and he took out a sweet and sour wild fruit and ate it with relish.

But if the black-robed monk did not make a move, the demon hunters on the field felt the pressure suddenly reduced, and they made moves without restraint.

The pressure on the Qian family monks suddenly increased, and it became more and more difficult to support.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-robed monk had to make a move again.

But every time he made a move, he would be interrupted by Mo Hua's fireball technique.

The black-robed monk was careful and pretended to make a move, wanting to see where the fireball technique came from. At first, he did see the general direction, but he couldn't see it the second time.

Because the fireball spells that followed were all directly exploded on his face.

Mo Hua vaguely sensed his sight and guessed the black monk's thoughts, so he used the fireball spell to cover his face so that he couldn't see anything.

Because the number of times the spiritual sense locked on more, the black monk's whereabouts became more obvious, and Mo Hua's aim became more and more accurate.

The black monk vomited blood in his heart.

How the hell can he get more and more accurate?

He said he would slap someone in the face?

He was furious. He had been walking in the world of cultivation for so many years, and he had always been the one to sneak attack others. Now he was sneak attacked by others, and he used the fireball spell?

And it was not just once, but repeatedly!

"Despicable and shameless! I will find you and kill you!"

The black monk was furious, and in his anger, his spiritual power was a little misplaced.

The concealment spell failed for a moment.

Mo Shan, who had been watching closely, spotted the flaw and flashed in front of the black-robed monk. He grabbed the black-robed monk's shoulder with his big hand, squeezed it hard, and then threw him violently.

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The black-robed monk fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood!