Chapter 234: Rescue

There are more and more monks from outside Tongxian City.

Two months later, Mo Hua sat on the rocks in the inner mountain, looking at the Si Nan compass in his hand, and frowned.

Before, when the light on the compass lit up, Mo Hua rushed over. Most of them were demon hunters hunting demon beasts, and there were also demon beasts fighting for territory. There were few monks fighting.

Occasionally, there were some unfamiliar demon hunters, who were dressed differently, learned Taoism and used spiritual tools that were different from those in Tongxian City. They should be from other places, but there were not many of them and they were rarely seen.

But now it is different.

Mo Hua often sees unfamiliar faces in the inner mountain of Dahei Mountain.

When the Si Nan compass lit up, there were many more foreign monks fighting.

The fighting between monks also suddenly increased.

Some were fighting for demon beasts, some started fighting after a quarrel, and some monks were obviously deliberately causing trouble.

What's worse, it was naked killing and looting!

Mo Hua had seen a truck. The goods on the truck were gone, but the surroundings were covered in blood and the remains of monks were scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the traces nearby, it was obvious that a group of merchants were intercepted and killed by monks. The goods were robbed and the people were killed.

After that, the monsters smelled the blood and came over and ate the bodies.

The eyes were in a mess and the death was miserable.

Mo Hua felt uncomfortable and couldn't bear it, but couldn't help sighing.

The days in the inner mountain would probably not be peaceful in the future.

Fortunately, the demon hunters in Tongxian City gradually grew stronger and more manpower, most of them were wearing iron armor and holding first-grade swords. Among the nearby immortal cities, their strength was second to none.

These foreign monks dared not easily provoke the local demon hunters.

But it's hard to say in the future.

But let Elder Yu worry about these. He should save some spiritual ink, practice formations, strengthen his spiritual consciousness, and see if he can build a foundation.

Mo Hua collected his thoughts, then ate some dried meat and drank some juice brewed from wild fruits.

These juices were chilled by his cold air formation. They tasted sour, sweet, and cold in his mouth.

Mo Hua felt much better.

After a while, the Sinan compass lit up again. Mo Hua packed up his things, performed the Water Passing Step, and hurried over from the rocks in the forest with light footsteps.

From a long distance, Mo Hua released his spiritual sense and simply scanned it, feeling a little disappointed.

Another fight between monks.

Mo Hua sighed.

Mo Hua would not care about the fights between ordinary monks.

He was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the spells he used for attack were only the Fireball Spell. He was very proficient in the Water Passing Step, so he had no problem protecting himself, but he didn't want to cause trouble.

Moreover, in most cases, the disputes between monks were just passing by and taking a look or two, and it was difficult to tell right from wrong.

The weak were not necessarily good people, and the strong were not necessarily bad people.

Those who looked fierce were not necessarily evil people, and those who looked kind were not necessarily good people.

You can't judge a person by appearance.

Mo Hua decided to take a sneak peek as usual. Anyway, he had nothing to do now and was idle.

With his divine sense, the Qi-refining cultivators couldn't find him at all.

Mo Hua climbed up a rock, restrained his breath, and secretly looked over under the cover of grass and trees.

On the rugged and narrow mountain road, two groups of cultivators were fighting.

The cultivation of the two groups of cultivators was mostly in the late stage of Qi-refining.

There were only four people on one side, three men and one woman, who were at a disadvantage and were struggling to hold on with a few boxes of luggage.

There were seven people on the other side, dressed differently and looking unfamiliar, besieging four cultivators, three men and one woman.

And the offensive was getting more and more fierce, and the four cultivators probably couldn't hold on for long.

Robbery?

Mo Hua frowned, continued to look, and then found something wrong.

He seemed to know those four cultivators.

There was a middle-aged monk with a few light scars on his face. He was very close to his father, Mo Shan, and had visited Mo Shan's home before.

Mo Hua remembered that his name was Ji Qingbai, and Mo Hua called him Uncle Ji.

The young and gentle monk next to him was Ji Qingbai's son, named Ji Li.

The father and son were also demon hunters, but they were not monks from Tongxian City, but from Qingxuan City next door.

Qingxuan City was far away from Tongxian City, and it passed through the inner mountain of Dahei Mountain, so under normal circumstances, the monks from the two cities did not move around much.

There was also a big monk, with a burly figure, a wolf skin wrapped around his waist, and a murderous mace with sharp barbs all over it.

Mo Hua remembered that when he and Qian Xing had a conflict, it was this big man who came forward and stopped the cultivator of the ninth level of the Qian family's Qi Refining.

In Mo Hua's impression, this big man had a deep cultivation and was also very good at scolding people.

Now he was fighting one against three, and he was not at a disadvantage. The earth-gray spiritual power was wrapped around the mace, and when he swung it, it was clear that he was very powerful.

At the same time, he was still cursing, saying things like "a bunch of bastards", "a coward who attacked by surprise", "a waste who bullies others by relying on his power if he has the ability to fight alone".

Among the four people, the only one Mo Hua didn't recognize was the female cultivator.

She looked about the same age as Ji Li, was injured, had the lowest cultivation level, and was the hardest to support. Fortunately, Ji Li was by her side to take care of her.

But her entire sleeve was soaked in blood. It was estimated that if this continued, she would not be able to hold on.

Based on Mo Hua's experience of watching the battle in the inner mountain for so long.

The big man with the mace would definitely be able to escape, and Uncle Ji would probably be able to escape as well, but it would depend on whether these cultivators would chase him. If he was chased, he would probably be in danger.

Ji Li can't escape. Although he has the eighth level of Qi Refining, he has little experience in fighting enemies. At this time, he is entangled by so many cultivators and is in a dilemma. There is no escape.

As for the female cultivator, it is estimated that she will die.

Maybe death is the best result...

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

What should I do?

There are seven people on the opposite side, which is a bit too many. Even if Mo Hua joins the battle, he may not be able to save them all.

Mo Hua can run away if he can't win.

But Ji Li and the female cultivator should not be able to escape.

Ji Li can't escape, and Ji Qingbai will definitely not want to leave for his son.

The big man looks like a man of blood and loyalty, and he should fight to the death.

"It's better to save people. People are alive than anything else."

Mo Hua made up his mind and took out a section of bamboo tube. The bamboo tube was red and painted with fireworks.

This kind of bamboo tube is simple to make, and the fireworks inside were specially painted by Mo Hua. Basically, all demon hunters who go into the mountains have it.

Once an accident occurs, the formation is triggered and fireworks are released. The nearby demon hunters will come to support upon hearing the news.

Mo Hua used his spiritual power to activate the fireworks formation, and a beam of fire shot up into the sky.

The two sides fighting on the mountain road were stunned when they saw the fireworks.

Mo Hua then performed the Water Step and quickly ran away, activating another firework, and then ran to the left hilltop and set off another firework at a different location.

In this way, fireworks were released in three locations from near to far, creating an illusion that three waves of demon hunters came to support upon hearing the news.

"It's the demon hunters from Tongxian City!" An outside monk was surprised.

"Brother, what should we do?"

"They have many people and iron armor, we are no match for them."

The leading monk frowned and hesitated for a moment.

They were almost there...

They had been fighting for a long time, and they were about to kill these monks, rob the goods, and take the female monk back.

If they left at this time, their efforts would fail!

Mo Hua saw that they were not leaving, so he raised his right hand and released another fireball.

This fireball spell was fast and accurate, and suddenly hit an outsider monk. The monk staggered and fell to the ground, screaming in pain because of the burning of the fireball spell.

The spell of the seventh level of Qi Refining might not be a big deal to the monsters, but when it hit the monks, its power should not be underestimated.

"Spell?!" The leading monk was shocked.