Chapter 429 Corpse Blood Pill

Situ Fang led the officers of the Daoting Division and rushed into the backyard of Baihua Tower.

After a while, spiritual power overflowed, and the sounds of fighting, exclamations, shouting and the smashing of buildings were intertwined.

Mo Hua was very curious. After thinking about it, he said to Qing Lan:

"Find a place to hide, and don't come out."

Qing Lan was a little nervous, but still nodded.

Then Mo Hua and the other two also used their skills to reach the second floor and looked out the window at the backyard.

Baihua Tower is divided into two buildings, front and back, with a courtyard in the middle.

The front building is the front hall, used for banquets and female cultivation singing and dancing, and the back building is the wing room, which does the business of the brothel.

In the middle of the back building is a courtyard with mountains and water and clusters of flowers.

The courtyard is wide and the scenery is pleasant.

Behind the courtyard is the back building, surrounded by three high buildings.

The corridors of the high buildings are connected, and the wing rooms are exquisite. There are big red lanterns and pink curtains hanging in the corridors, which are very fragrant.

There are all kinds of formations in the corridor, some are reinforced, some are soundproof, some are dust-proof, and some are lighting.

The light pink light illuminates the entire backyard attic beautifully and romantically.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

The mine repairs in the mine were hard and life-threatening, but the formations drawn inside were extremely superficial.

The formations in the Baihua Building, a place for pleasure, are so complete.

They even use formations to set off the atmosphere and exaggerate the mood.

It is really excessive.

At this time, there was a sudden surge of spiritual power, bricks and stones were broken, and wood chips flew.

Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound.

On the second floor in the distance, the doors and windows of a room were completely broken, and the formations on both sides were also destroyed.

In the corridor, two foundation-building monks were fighting.

One was in black clothes, and the other was in gray clothes.

The black-clothed monk was the foundation-building elder of the Situ family, named Situ Jin.

The masked monk in gray had a gloomy aura, and it was most likely that he was the person behind the purchase of corpses in the mine that Mo Hua was looking for.

Situ Fang brought the officers of the Dao Ting Division of Nanyue City to guard around to prevent the monk in gray from escaping.

They were all Qi Refining monks, and they could not fight against the Foundation Establishment, but they could still delay for a while by forming a battle formation and fighting one or two moves with the Foundation Establishment.

The monks of the Dao Ting Division were on full alert.

In the corridor, Situ Jin and the man in gray fought frequently.

Mo Hua watched for a while and frowned.

Bai Zisheng whispered:

"This monk in gray seems to be a bit weak..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, he is quite weak..."

He looked sinister, and his spiritual power was also very feminine, but his cultivation was really weak. Even among the monks in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment, he was at the bottom.

Among the foundation-building monks that Mo Hua had seen, this monk in gray was the weakest one.

Even in Tongxian City, the elderly Chief Zhou and the old man An who was not good at Taoism were stronger than him in a fight.

This gray monk was a physical cultivator, but his blood was not strong, and the martial arts he knew were also ordinary.

In addition, he seemed to have learned one or two spells.

It looked like a local poison spell, but he was obviously not a spiritual cultivator. This spell was okay for Qi refining, but it was not good enough for cultivators of the same level.

This gray monk exuded a half-baked aura from head to toe.

Mo Hua frowned even more tightly.

How could he be so weak?

Even he couldn't stand it.

The situation on the field was the same. Situ Jin's palm power was like the wind, and he kept suppressing the gray monk.

The gray monk was struggling and barely supported.

He wanted to escape, but there were officials around to stop him. Every time he wanted to rush out, he would be delayed for a moment, and then entangled by Situ Jin.

After dozens of rounds, the gray monk was about to lose, so he jumped from the building and fell into the garden. The gray light flashed around him and he disappeared.

Situ Jin landed with him, looked around and frowned.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised, turned around and asked:

"What kind of Taoism is this?"

Bai Zisheng hesitated, "Is this... escape technique?"

Bai Zixi nodded, "It is the earth escape technique among the five elements escape techniques."

"Escape technique?" Mo Hua blinked.

Bai Zixi explained:

"Escape technique is actually a kind of body technique, but it is specially used for escaping. When performing it, spiritual power covers the whole body and merges with the five elements of heaven and earth, so as to hide the breath and escape."

And the gray monk used earth escape at the end, just to avoid exposing his trump card.

Once this kind of escape technique is known to others, it will be much easier to guard against it.

Mo Hua understood and praised sincerely:

"Junior sister, you know a lot!"

"This is very simple."

Bai Zixi said lightly, but her long eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a slight pride in her eyes.

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but say:

"Mo Hua, you are so good at flattering."

Mo Hua said unhappily:

"To be honest, how can it be called flattering? Besides, why don't I flatter you? Isn't it because you don't know?"

Bai Zisheng had nothing to say.

In terms of cultivation knowledge, he is indeed not as good as his sister Zixi.

Not only in cultivation knowledge, in fact, in many aspects...

Bai Zisheng didn't argue with Mo Hua, but frowned and said: "If you use the escape technique, will that person run away?"

Mo Hua smiled and said: "He can't run away."

The gray-clothed monk's spiritual consciousness is only ten lines.

And Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is twelve lines!

Mo Hua's expression froze, he closed his eyes, concentrated all his attention, projected his consciousness outward, and extended it to the extreme.

In the white vision of his spiritual consciousness, he searched for the traces of the gray-robed monk.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, put his finger together, and condensed a fireball from his fingertips.

Then he moved the spell casually, and in a flash, the fireball flew into the garden, exploded on a patch of grass, and turned the grass and trees into ashes.

The grass and trees turned into ashes, and a black face appeared on the charred ground.

The gray-robed monk looked confused.

Where did the fireball spell come from, and how did it hit him?

This fireball spell also attracted Situ Jin's attention.

Then he also discovered the whereabouts of the gray-robed monk.

Situ Jin, who was searching in vain, was refreshed, used his spiritual power, and slapped the gray-robed monk with one palm.

The gray-robed monk was unable to dodge and was hit by his palm. He was beaten out of his original form, his clothes were tattered, and his face was covered with black and gray.

Although Mo Hua's fireball spell was powerful, it did not cause much damage to the foundation building, but it made him look a little embarrassed.

The gray monk cursed, stepped back a few steps, and fell to the ground again, disappearing.

Situ Jin frowned, he couldn't find anyone again.

At this moment, another swift fireball flew through the air, landed in the garden, exploded a plant, and forced out the whereabouts of the gray monk.

Situ Jin was stunned, looked up at Mo Hua, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

This little monk could actually see through the earth escape technique?

I am a foundation-building monk, and I can't see the whereabouts of this gray monk.

How did he see it?

But this moment is not the time to sigh.

Situ Jin used his body skills again, leaped forward, and attacked the gray monk.

The gray monk was forced to reveal his figure, and when he looked up, he naturally saw Mo Hua upstairs.

He was both shocked and angry, and he cursed loudly:

"Damn little devil, you ruined my good deeds, I must kill you..."

But he was interrupted by Situ Jin before he finished cursing.

Situ Jin slapped him with a palm and said coldly:

"Thief, die!"

The gray monk fought hard with a palm, retreated repeatedly, spitting blood, and then hurriedly took out a pill and swallowed it, stabilizing his breath, and then performed the escape technique and disappeared on the ground.

But after that, he was hit by the fireball technique again and again.

Situ Jin also learned to be smart, and simply stopped looking for it himself. He hit wherever the fireball technique pointed.

The gray monk was like a mole, just after he went down, he was hit and his head was exposed, and he was extremely frustrated.

He almost vomited blood in his heart.

What's wrong with this little devil?

How did he see through his escape technique?

After being hit by several fireball techniques, the gray monk suddenly realized.

It's the spirit!

He was locked by the spirit of this little devil? !

The gray monk was just unbelievable.

He was a foundation-building monk, but was locked by a little ghost in the Qi Refining stage with his spiritual sense?

He didn't have time to be shocked, but was only surprised for a while, and lost his mind for a while, and a fireball hit him in the face.

The gray monk was in great pain, and he was so angry that his teeth itched.

Damn it, this little ghost is getting more and more accurate...

If this goes on, he will die here.

At the same time, Situ Jin attacked again, and this palm hit the gray monk's left shoulder. The wind wrapped around, tore his clothes, and also pulled off his black scarf.

Under the black scarf, there was a cold, pale face without a trace of blood.

The gray monk was so angry that he hoarsely said:

"You are looking for death!"

Then he took out a strange-looking bronze medicine bottle with blood patterns on it, and suddenly poured the pills in the bottle into his mouth.

"Not good!"

The moment he took out the medicine bottle, Situ Jin knew something was wrong, and he immediately attacked with a palm strike.

Although he didn't know what kind of pill this was, he must not let him take it.

This palm strike hit the gray monk's chest, and the spiritual power tore open his skin and flesh, and the palm power shook him away, but it did not stop the gray monk from taking the bottle of bloody pill.

The gray monk lay on the ground like a dead body, and did not move for a long time.

The scene was quiet for a while.

Situ Jin's eyes were solemn, and he did not dare to act rashly, but his expression was alert.

After a while, something unexpected happened.

The gray monk lying on the ground suddenly twitched irregularly, his limbs deformed and twisted, his body gradually swelled, and blue veins appeared. Finally, he stood up straight in a weird posture.

He had a sallow complexion, a strong body, and only the whites of his eyes were left, like a dead body, and the whole body exuded death.

Situ Jin took a breath of cold air.

The officials around were also terrified.

At this moment, the gray monk who looked like a corpse took a step and came to Situ Jin, punching him in the chest.

Situ Jin used all his strength to push the palm power and took the punch.

The spiritual power of the foundation-building period vibrated, crushing the surrounding grass, trees, and rocks.

Situ Jin was no match for the gray monk, and was beaten back seven or eight steps by the punch. Finally, he had to half-kneel on the ground and spit blood.

The gray monk was about to step forward and pursue the victory, but suddenly a fireball appeared and hit him on the back of the head.

The spiritual power exploded, making him stagger.

The power was not great, but it was full of humiliation.

The gray monk slowly turned his head and looked upstairs with a deadly white look.

Mo Hua upstairs made a face at him.

This face almost pissed off the gray monk who had turned into a corpse.

At that moment, the gray monk had only one thought.

No matter what, kill this kid!

He left Situ Jin behind and strode towards Mo Hua.

Situ Fang was shocked and tried to stop him, but he was knocked away by a punch.

The other Qi Refining Officers were no match for him.

The gray monk came to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua stood on the second floor, looking down at him.

The gray monk's face was livid, and he let out a strange roar, then jumped up and came to the second floor.

Bai Zisheng's eyes turned cold, and he came up, crossed his hands and clasped them, and a silver-white spear appeared. Then his body was like the wind, and the spear came out like a dragon, with a golden glow on the spear, attacking the gray monk who looked like a dead body.

The gray monk's skin was livid, and his veins were knotted, almost invulnerable to swords and spears. With just his flesh, he could collide with Bai Zisheng's spear.

Bai Zisheng's spear could not pierce his flesh, and he could not do anything to him.

Despite his powerful momentum, he was still at a disadvantage.

After all, no matter how talented he was, he was still just a Qi Refiner.

At this moment, Bai Zixi's glass-like eyes flashed, and the sword light condensed at his fingertips burned with snow-white flames.

With a wave of his white and slender hand, he sent out several sword lights. The sword energy was sharp and broke the gray monk's body. The snow-white flames also burned his wounds.

The gray monk felt pain and made a strange roar that was not like a human.

But that was all.

The body that was broken by the golden light slowly recovered.

The snow-white flames also gradually extinguished, leaving only a few scorch marks.

The gray monk's expression was ferocious again, but he couldn't help being frightened in his heart.

What are the origins of these two little monks?

I took the corpse blood pill, and my cultivation increased greatly. My body is like an iron corpse, invulnerable to swords and guns.

But at the Qi Refining Realm, they can fight with me alone.

They can also use magic to break my body?

The gray monk was shocked.

We can't fight for a long time, otherwise once the power of the Corpse Blood Pill runs out, we will be in trouble.

Kill that little ghost to vent our anger, and then retreat immediately!

The gray monk has made up his mind. He looked around, and suddenly there was a moment of confusion on his face that looked like a dead body...

Where is that little ghost?

Why is he gone?

Where did he go?

Invisible?

The gray monk stared at the dead white eyes, but couldn't see anyone.

He released his spiritual sense, but couldn't sense any trace...

The gray monk was filled with anger.

That little ghost...

He had seen through his escape technique, and then he was ambushed by him, humiliated by him, and mocked by him with a grimace. As a result, he couldn't even see the little ghost's figure...

How could he kill him if he couldn't see him?

It was like punching cotton.

And he didn't even hit the cotton.

As time passed, the power of the medicine was about to run out.

The gray monk was filled with rage, but he had nowhere to vent it. He was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He could only grit his teeth and scream hoarsely to the sky:

"Come out!"

"Come out right now!!"

This impotent rage was full of frustration.

This chapter is a bit long, so I wrote it a little late.