Chapter 255 Trapped

The bald monk fled far away like the wind, and Lu Hui and Zhang Lan also chased him.

Mo Hua stayed behind.

The battle in the valley was gradually coming to an end. The criminals were either killed or subdued, and the casualties on the Daotingsi side were not large.

After a while, Mo Shan and Ji Qingbai also appeared at the entrance of the valley. They wanted to chase the bald monk, but were stopped by Mo Hua.

"Dad, I will go with you, and Uncle Ji doesn't have to go."

Ji Qingbai hurriedly said, "How can this be possible."

Mo Shan glanced at Mo Hua, as if he had realized something, and said, "Brother Ji, you don't have to go."

"This matter is caused by me..."

Mo Shan shook his head, "The Kong family bullied others by taking advantage of their power. This matter is caused by the Kong family, not by you. The fault is also theirs."

Ji Qingbai frowned, "But..."

Mo Hua smiled mysteriously and said, "Uncle Ji, don't worry."

Ji Qingbai wanted to insist, but Mo Shan and Mo Hua had already used their skills to chase the bald monk.

Ji Qingbai stayed where he was, thinking back to Mo Hua's smile, wondering for a moment, "What on earth is Mo Hua going to do?"

Mo Hua and Mo Shan used their skills to chase him all the way, occasionally stopping to look at the Si Nan compass to determine the approximate direction.

The bald monk was being chased by Zhang Lan and Lu Hui, and he had to use his best efforts to perform the escape method, which would inevitably produce spiritual power fluctuations and leave a clear track on the Si Nan compass.

Not long after, the spiritual power of the bald monk appeared in Mo Hua's consciousness.

The spiritual power of the wind-type spiritual root is pale white, which is very easy to identify.

The bald monk was alone, carefully hiding in a forest, but there was no trace of Zhang Lan and Lu Hui around.

It is estimated that the bald monk relied on his skills to temporarily get rid of him.

"Dad, over there."

Mo Hua pointed out the location of the bald monk.

Mo Shan's spiritual awareness was not as good as Mo Shan's, but his eyesight was very good. After hearing what Mo Hua said, he only took a glance and found the bald monk lying in the bushes.

He flashed and ran straight to the bald monk.

At the same time, the bald monk also found Mo Shan's figure. He cursed and had to activate his spiritual power and use his body skills again to escape far away.

The bald monk cursed in his heart.

He had deceived Zhang Lan and Lu Hui. He wanted to take a break and recover his spiritual power, but he was discovered by others again.

However, the bald monk was very confident in his body skills. For so many years, he could make a living by relying on his wind escape technique.

As a sin cultivator, no matter how strong his cultivation is, it is better to run fast enough.

As long as you run fast enough, you will not be caught up by your enemies, nor will you be arrested by the Dao Ting Division.

In these years, sin cultivators with higher cultivation and stronger Taoism than him have died or been disabled one by one.

Only he survived by relying on his body skills, and finally became the eldest brother!

Over the years, he has been hunted down many times, and this situation is just a common occurrence.

But gradually, he found something wrong.

His body skills are faster than the demon hunter behind him, but no matter how he runs, as long as he stops to rest, the demon hunter can catch up with him soon.

It seems that there is always an eye staring at him.

"What's going on?" The bald monk felt cold in his heart.

He carefully observed himself and found that there seemed to be a faint spiritual consciousness on his body, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, always entangled with him.

If he was not concentrating on the place, it would be almost unnoticeable.

The more hidden the spiritual consciousness is, the more powerful it is!

The bald monk's back was sweating, "Whose spiritual consciousness is this?"

Is there a foundation-building cultivator watching me?

The bald monk panicked and lost his balance. Mo Shan saw his weakness and approached him with a flash, slashing him with a flaming knife.

The knife light was like a blazing flame, and the red spiritual power was surging.

The bald monk looked at him with a chill in his heart and tried his best to dodge the knife, but he was still a little short and was cut by the knife on his arm. He felt a burning pain and blood flowed out.

The bald monk had to stop and think of a way to deal with Mo Shan.

Mo Shan didn't talk to him. He swung his knife without saying a word.

The bald monk wanted to say a few more words to delay time, but seeing that Mo Shan didn't give him a chance at all, he could only hate him in his heart and bite the bullet to fight with Mo Shan.

The two men's swords collided, and the wind and fire spiritual power surged, and the strength overflowed.

After a few rounds, the bald monk knew that he was no match for Mo Shan and that defeat was a matter of time.

Since he would lose, he had to make plans early.

The bald monk fought with Mo Shan for a few more rounds, then suddenly retreated, raised his right hand, and several talismans appeared.

Mo Shan was startled and stopped moving forward.

At the same time, the bald monk had already activated the talisman.

The ground suddenly became dusty, and waves of earth-type spiritual power came from the ground, attacking Mo Shan in waves.

Mo Shan could only retreat.

The bald monk's eyes fixed, and he turned around and ran.

This talisman was called the Earth Shock Talisman, which he found in the storage bag of a family of three monks after killing them.

At this time, he activated this talisman in order to force Mo Shan back so that he could escape.

As long as he activated his body skills again and distanced himself, it would not be so easy for Mo Shan to catch up.

Among all kinds of body skills, wind escape is the fastest!

In this big black mountain, he has killed countless people and robbed countless goods. So far, no one has been able to stop him.

The bald monk smiled slightly, and the wind spirit power wrapped around his body. He turned around and left, and gave Mo Shan a contemptuous look before leaving.

But as soon as he took a step, he found something wrong.

He seemed to be locked by something and suddenly couldn't move!

The bald monk looked down and his pupils shrank.

At some point, chains condensed from water vapor appeared around him out of thin air, binding him tightly in place!

"Not good!"

The bald monk was shocked and looked up suddenly. Sure enough, Mo Shan had already chopped him with a knife as fierce as fire.

The bald monk struggled with all his might, and finally broke free from the spell before Mo Shan's knife could hit him.

He quickly raised his knife to block Mo Shan's knife.

The spell was broken, and the knife was blocked, but the chance to escape was also lost.

The bald monk was furious, and while fighting with Mo Shan, he roared: "Who is plotting against me?"

The bald monk's angry voice echoed around.

But Mo Hua, who was hiding in the woods, naturally would not answer him. Since it was a plot, he must not show up.

If he showed up, how could it be called a plot?

Mo Hua sat leisurely on the branch of a big tree, holding the wild fruit he had just picked in his left hand, and raised his right hand, holding it forward, and his consciousness was always locked on the bald monk.

Mo Hua's face showed an interesting expression like a cat catching a mouse.

He was right, the water prison technique did restrain this kind of monk who was good at body movement and slippery, and it was more useful than he thought.

As long as the bald monk wanted to run, he would cast the water prison technique to fix him in place.

The water prison technique could bind him for about two breaths. In these two breaths, the bald monk would never be able to escape from the experienced Mo Shan.

The bald monk tried several times, but he really couldn't escape.

Every time there was a chance, this strange magic would bind him.

It was fast and accurate, and it was hard to defend against.

The more the bald monk fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought, the more disappointed he became.

His body skills that traversed the Great Black Mountain were completely restrained by this unknown strange magic!

If this continued, he would be killed here today.

This is an additional update.