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 shattering of buildings were intertwined.

Mo Hua was very curious, and 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.

After that, 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 cultivators 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-rise buildings are connected, and the rooms are exquisite. There are big red lanterns and pink curtains hanging in the corridors, which are very fragrant.

There are various formations in the corridors, some are reinforced, some are soundproof, some are dust-proof, and some are lighting.

The light pink light illuminates the entire backyard attic, which is charming and romantic.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

The mine repairs in the mine are difficult and life-threatening, but the formations painted inside are extremely crude.

The formations in Baihua Tower, 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.

I saw that 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 completely destroyed.

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

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

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

The masked monk in gray clothes had a gloomy aura, and was most likely the man 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 gray-clothed monk from escaping.

They were all Qi-refining monks, and they could not fight against the foundation-building monks, but they could form a battle formation and fight one or two moves with the foundation-building monks to delay for a while.

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

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

Mo Hua watched for a while and frowned.

Bai Zisheng whispered:

"This gray monk seems a bit weak..."

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

He looks sinister, and his spiritual power is also very feminine, but his cultivation is really weak. Even among the ordinary cultivators in the early stage of foundation building, he is at the bottom.

Among the foundation building cultivators that Mo Hua has seen, this gray monk is the weakest one.

Even in Tongxian City, the elderly Zhou Zhangshi and the old man An who is not good at Taoism are stronger than him in a fight.

This gray monk is a personal cultivator, but his blood is not strong, and the martial arts he knows are also ordinary.

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

It looks like a local poison spell, but he is obviously not a spiritual cultivator. This spell is okay for dealing with Qi refining, but it is really not good enough for dealing with cultivators of the same level.

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

Mo Hua frowned even more.

How could he be so weak?

Even he couldn't stand it anymore.

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 holding on.

He wanted to escape, but there were guards around to stop him. Every time he wanted to rush out, he would be delayed for a moment, and then be 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 disappeared.

Situ Jin landed with him, looked around, and frowned.

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

"What kind of Taoism is this?"

Bai Zisheng hesitated, "Is this... an 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:

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

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

Once this 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 the slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a slight pride in his 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 flattery? Besides, why wouldn't I flatter you? Isn't it because you don't know?"

Bai Zisheng had nothing to say.

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

Not only in cultivation knowledge, but in fact, he was not as good as her in many aspects...

Bai Zisheng did not argue with Mo Hua, but frowned and said, "If he uses the escape technique, will that person run away?"

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

The gray monk's consciousness is only ten lines.

And Mo Hua's consciousness is twelve lines!

Mo Hua's expression condensed, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, released his consciousness, and extended it to the extreme.

In the empty white spiritual vision, he searched for the traces of the gray monk.

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

Then the spell moved at will, 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 monk was at a loss.

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 monk.

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

The gray 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, retreated 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 and landed in the garden, blowing up a plant and forcing out the whereabouts of the gray-robed monk.

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

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

He was a foundation-building monk, and he couldn't see the whereabouts of the gray-robed monk.

How did he see it?

But this moment was not the time to sigh.

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

The gray-robed 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:

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

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

Situ Jin slapped him with his 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. He just got down and was hit and exposed. He was extremely frustrated.

He almost vomited blood in his heart.

What's wrong with this kid?

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 kid? !

The gray monk just felt incredible.

I am a foundation-building monk, but I was locked by a little ghost in the Qi Refining Stage with my spiritual sense?

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

The gray-robed 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, I will die here.

At the same time, Situ Jin attacked again, and this palm hit the gray-robed 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-robed monk was extremely angry and hoarsely said:

"You are fucking 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 that something was wrong, and immediately took action and hit him with a palm.

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

This palm hit the gray monk's chest, the spiritual power tore open the 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 looked solemn, and did not dare to act rashly, but just looked alert.

A moment later, 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.

His complexion was ashen, his body was sturdy, and only the whites of his eyes were left, like a dead body, and the air of death emanated from his body.

Situ Jin took a breath of cold air.

The surrounding officials were also terrified.

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

Situ Jin used all his strength to stimulate 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-robed monk, and was beaten back seven or eight steps by the punch. In the end, he had to half-kneel on the ground and spit out blood.

The gray-robed 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, causing him to stagger.

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

The gray monk slowly turned his head, looking upstairs with a deadly gaze.

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 was knocked away by his punch.

The other Qi Refining Masters were no match for him either.

The gray monk arrived in front of Mo Hua.

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

The gray monk's face was ashen, 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 forward. He crossed his hands and clasped them. A silver-white spear appeared. Then he moved like the wind, and the spear came out like a dragon. The golden light on the spear was shining brightly, and he attacked the gray monk who looked like a dead body.

The gray monk had a dark blue complexion and twisted veins. He was almost invulnerable to swords and spears. With just his flesh, he could fight against 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 refining qi.

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

With a pointed white 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 burn marks.

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

What were the origins of these two little monks?

I took the Corpse Blood Pill, my cultivation increased greatly, and my body was like an iron corpse, invulnerable to swords and guns.

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

They could also use magic to break my body?

The gray monk was shocked.

I couldn't fight for a long time, otherwise once the power of the Corpse Blood Pill was exhausted, I would be backlashed by the power, and it would be troublesome.

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

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

Where is that little ghost?

Why is he gone?

Where did he go?

Invisible?

The gray monk stared with his dead white eyes, but could not see anyone.

He released his spiritual sense, but could not sense any trace...

The gray monk was filled with anger.

That little devil...

He had discovered his escape technique, and then attacked him, humiliated him, and mocked him with a grimace. As a result, he could not even see the little devil's figure...

How could he be killed if he could not see him?

It was like punching cotton.

And he did not even hit the cotton.

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

The gray monk was filled with anger, but had nowhere to vent it. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He could only grit his teeth, his voice hoarse, and roared to the sky:

"Come out!"

"Come out for me!! "

This impotent rage was full of frustration.

This chapter is a bit long, so it was written a little late.