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The night is deep and the mountains and forests are deathly silent.

Hao Xuan looked at the three monks in black lying on the ground and opened his mouth wide, "Senior Brother, your formation is too powerful..."

Only one of them met, there was a roar, a flash of fire, and the formation exploded.

These three monks in black, who were well-trained, died unexpectedly...

Hao Xuan looked shocked, but Mo Hua was still a little happy in his heart, but on the surface, he still wanted to maintain his reputation as a "little senior brother", so he nodded reservedly and said:

"Okay……"

As a rule, he has to use fireball to finish the damage.

But this time Hao Xuan was nearby, so Mo Hua didn't make a move, so as not to make him think that his little senior brother was vicious.

This destroyed his "simple and kind" friendly image among his peers.

Three men in black died.

Mo Hua raised his finger and drew a golden light, which cut through the masks of the three people, but under the masks, there was still dirty black flesh corrupted by the demonic energy.

"As soon as a person dies... will his face be disfigured..."

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

In this case, you have to capture one alive to see what they look like?

Hao Xuan whispered: "There are four people left, should I go and lure them over again?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No need, it's just four people. There's no need to lure us... I guess you won't be able to lure us either..."

"Five people have disappeared. No matter how stupid they are, they still know that there is something wrong with you. Once you show up, they will be more cautious and even think about running away..."

Hao Xuan asked doubtfully: "What should we do?"

"I'll go over and take a look," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said to Hao Xuande, "If your injury is not healed, just stay invisible and stay nearby and don't take action."

"But..." Hao Xuan hesitated for a moment and said with some worry, "You can't set up the formation in advance when you go there. It will be very dangerous to face those black-clothed monks..."

"My magic is very powerful!" Mo Hua said.

Hao Xuan was slightly startled.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed that Mo Hua only got a "C" in the Taoist examination.

Can C be considered very powerful?

Hao Xuan wanted to say something, but seeing Mo Hua's confident look, he thought it would be better to be honest and "obedient".

Hao Xuan said: "Senior brother, please be careful."

Mo Hua nodded, "Don't worry."

There are a total of nine black monks in the early stage of foundation building.

Using the formation method to "fish", five people were killed in a trap.

The remaining four are completely fish on the chopping board, and there is no way they can escape from his grasp.

Mo Hua's gaze was a bit dangerous.

Hao Xuan looked at the ink paintings and felt in a daze that these black-clothed monks who chased the five of them until they had no way out, in the eyes of his "little senior brother", were just like...

Like a chick?

No...

…

On the other side, the battle between Cheng Mo and the four monks in black continued.

Cheng Mo and the others were at a disadvantage.

They had been hunted before, fighting and retreating all the way, feeling exhausted and exhausted.

Although the number of black monks has dropped sharply, with only four people left, they still feel that it is becoming more and more difficult.

But now is the best chance to escape.

If they can hold on, there will be a turning point and they may escape.

Otherwise, when the other men in black catch Hao Xuan - or fail to catch Hao Xuan and turn back directly, they will really be in trouble.

They knew that Hao Xuan had good body skills.

Under this situation, Cheng Mo and the others could only hope that Hao Xuan would support them for a while longer.

Although the other four men in black had the upper hand, their expressions became more and more solemn.

Five people went there and haven't come back yet.

I don’t know if he was held back or ambushed.

Although it is unlikely that one will lose his life, if it is delayed for too long, something will inevitably happen.

My group of people walk around in black clothes at night, and they do shady things. Things can easily change over time. Once they are exposed, they will definitely die without a burial place.

The leading monk in black felt uneasy and suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

"Take drugs and fight quickly!"

The other three men in black were all startled, with hesitation on their faces.

But they dare not disobey "Big Brother"'s orders.

The three of them each took half a step back, took out a blood-colored elixir from somewhere, and quickly fed it into their mouths before Cheng Mo and others could react.

In an instant, the auras of the four people suddenly increased sharply, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

Cheng Mo and the others looked stern.

"Evil Pill?"

In their hearts, they all felt something was wrong.

Originally at a disadvantage, these four men in black have all taken evil pills and their cultivation levels have increased.

If this continues, I'm afraid it's going to be really bad...

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and said regardless:

"A bunch of evil beasts! Even if I die today, I will drag you down!"

After speaking, he roared angrily, his eyes widened, his upper body muscles were covered with a deep bronze color, his blood was boiling, and his whole aura was like a giant ax that cracked mountains and cracked the earth.

Mountain axe!

This is the ancestral Taoism of the Cheng family. The moves are simple but powerful.

After the Tao method is activated, the skin and flesh are like steel, and the ax blade has the power to crack mountains and crack rocks.

But the duration is limited.

In his realm, his cultivation is limited, and he cannot fully exert the power of this Tao method.

Cheng Mo used it forcefully because he was overdrawing his blood and fighting against the monks in black.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, who were standing next to them, saw that Cheng Mo was desperate and knew that this was the critical moment and they had to fight to the death.

After fighting, there is still a glimmer of hope.

If you don't fight, you will definitely die.

Situ Jian put his fingers together and pushed the sword energy to the extreme. A layer of bright red flames enveloped his spirit sword.

Yang Qianjun's eyes were golden, and the spear was also condensed with brilliant golden light.

For a moment, the three people were pale, but their fighting spirit was strong.

When Mo Hua arrived, he just happened to see this scene and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The children of the noble families are indeed extraordinary.

The moves passed down from generation to generation by these noble families are very powerful.

Especially Cheng Mo.

He usually looks unremarkable, but when he is really fighting for life and death, he holds two axes and is full of fighting spirit, like a fierce King Kong, with amazing momentum.

In addition, Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, one fire and one gold, are not much behind in spiritual power.

It's just...

It seems a bit too stupid...

This kind of big move is powerful, but if you don't have enough experience and use it well, it will also have great disadvantages.

Sure enough, the black-robed monk who was leading the group, though with a solemn expression, was not very anxious, but ordered in a deep voice:

"These three guys are going to fight to the death, don't fight them with force, be careful..."

A trace of sternness flashed in the eyes of the black-robed boss, "The last gasp of a strong bow must not last long. Slowly consume them, exhaust their blood and spiritual power, they will surely die!"

The other three black-robed men nodded and said "Yes!"

In a flash, the two sides fought again.

Cheng Mo and the other two knew that they could not hold on for too long, so they wanted to fight quickly and kill one or two with thundering means, and then fight or leave, and then act according to the situation.

The black-robed monks mainly tried to contain Cheng Mo and the other two, neither letting them leave nor fighting them hard, wanting to exhaust the three people's strength and then kill them all.

The axe light and sword light intertwined in the field, and the spiritual power and blood were intertwined.

Looking at the huge momentum, the situation has been deadlocked.

Cheng Mo became more and more anxious.

His axe was not well-trained, and although it was extremely powerful, it could not last long.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun on the side were not much better.

Their spiritual power was insufficient to begin with, and when they forced this killing move, their spiritual power was pouring out every moment.

Mo Hua looked at him and shook his head.

"It's powerful, but he's still too young..."

"Before using a killing move, you should think about whether you can kill the enemy, and what the consequences will be if you can't kill him..."

"With a passion for life, a lot of spiritual power was wasted..."

"I don't know, spiritual power should be used sparingly..."

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart, hid in the dark, and stretched out his finger.

A fireball broke through the air, and in the dark, it drew a swift and bright firelight, accurately hitting a man in black who was avoiding Cheng Mo's axe.

This fireball was fast and accurate, beyond everyone's expectations.

The man in black who was hit by the fireball was even more stunned.

He had no idea where the fireball came from or who threw it.

After a moment, he looked panicked.

The fireball was neither too powerful nor too weak, not enough to cause him fatal injuries.

But the fireball exploded on him, and the spiritual power exploded, causing him to stagger, lose his balance, and lag for a moment.

In a life-and-death battle, this moment of lag was enough to be fatal.

The man in black turned pale instantly.

Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses. He couldn't help but smile grimly, seized this moment of flaw, raised his two axes high, and chopped them down suddenly.

The black monk tried his best to dodge, but it was still too late.

The powerful double axes, with the force of splitting mountains, directly split his chest.

One of the four black monks died in an instant.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Cheng Mo and the other two were delighted, "Have helpers?"

The black-robed monks on the other side were panicked and felt a little cold in their hearts.

"Is there an ambush?"

The leading black-robed monk immediately shouted: "Where are you, fellow Daoist, you are hiding your head and showing your tail, why don't you come out and see?"

The night was dark all around, the mountains and forests were dark, and when the cool breeze blew, the shadows of the trees were heavy, like ghosts.

The black-robed monks felt cold sweats coming out.

Cheng Mo and the other two showed sharpness in their eyes, and they all seized the opportunity to kill the remaining black-robed men.

The leading black-robed man had a stern look and gritted his teeth and ordered:

"Keep consuming, be careful of magic tricks..."

The two sides fought again.

Cheng Mo and the others were eager to fight.

The black-robed monks were timid.

They were afraid that another fireball would suddenly fly out in the dark night and kill them when their lives were hanging by a thread...

But Mo Hua's fireball technique was too fast and it was impossible to defend against it.

After a dozen rounds, in the dark night that had been silent for a long time, another fireball suddenly flew out and exploded on the back of a man in black.

The man in black groaned in pain and his body froze.

Situ Jian was quick-witted and immediately put his fingers together and sent out a sword of fire.

The sword energy was blazing and pierced the heart of the man in black directly.

Another man in black died.

After a moment, another fireball flew out in the dark night and went straight to the face of another man in black.

With the previous experience, the man in black was nervous and alert.

As soon as Mo Hua's fireball came out, he immediately noticed it and tried his best to dodge it, barely avoiding the face.

The fireball flew past his ear, and his ear was burning, but fortunately he was not hit in the face by the fireball.

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, he saw a piece of the gun tip exposed on his chest.

While he was on guard against the fireball technique, Yang Qianjun had already taken the opportunity to get behind him and stabbed him through the chest.

At this point, the situation suddenly changed.

Three fireballs, three lives.

Only the black-clothed monk who was the leader was left in the room.

He stood there, his eyes frightened and full of disbelief.

"what happened?!"

But in the blink of an eye, several fireballs flew over, and his three brothers were killed quickly...

Without giving him much time to react, the situation took a turn for the worse.

"There are experts!"

"Go! Otherwise you will die!"

Without saying a word, the monk in black turned around and tried to escape.

Ink Hua pointed his finger in the darkness, and light blue water patterns suddenly appeared, and the water prison condensed instantly, tying the leader of the black-clothed monks in place.

"This is……"

The monk in black had a pale face.

Cheng Mo raised his two axes and wanted to chop the monk in black to death. At this moment, a clear voice said:

"Catch them alive!"

This voice sounded familiar.

But in the wilderness, in the dark mountains and forests, it sounds a little weird...

Cheng Mo didn't recognize it for a moment.

But he still subconsciously spared his life. The ax deflected and hit the black monk on the back.

Unexpectedly, when the monk in black heard the words "catch alive", his eyes suddenly turned horrified.

Just at this moment, a golden light struck from the distance.

This golden light, not very powerful, went straight to the face of the black-clothed monk.

It seemed that he didn't want to take his life, but wanted to cut open his mask to expose his appearance.

But this seemed to frighten him more than killing him.

The black-clothed monk showed despair, and without waiting for the golden light to break through, he directly broke off his fingers. A wave of demonic energy spread instantly, swallowing up his flesh and blood, turning it into a pool of black turbid water.

Cheng Mo and others looked shocked and avoided each other, then looked at each other in confusion.

"Is this...a magical method?"

Cheng Mo said calmly.

But all the black-clothed monks here were dead, there were bloodstains all over the ground, the mountains and forests were dead silent, and no one responded.

After a while, Cheng Mo and the other two people all let out a long sigh of relief.

No matter what, the steward survived.

Yang Qianjun looked solemn, cupped his hands towards the mountains and forests opposite and said:

"Thanks for the help!"

"I don't know who this fellow Taoist is, can you show up and tell me?"

The mountains and forests are silent.

Situ Jian frowned, "Could it be that he's a senior fellow from some sect in Qianxuezhou? Helping him when he sees injustice on the road?"

"Although it was an ordinary fireball technique, the shot was precise and easy, and it easily changed the situation of the battle..."

"Must be a master of magic..."

"Spell master, will you only use fireball?"

"It doesn't look like that..."

Cheng Mo said solemnly: "Generally speaking, masters will not use low-end spells like fireball, but real masters, returning to their original nature, will use humble spells like fireball to turn decay into magic..."

"That makes sense..."

"Who could that be?"

Cheng Mo thought about it for a moment and said hesitantly: "It can't be some 'predecessor' expert, right?"

"Just call me 'little senior brother'. There's no need to call me 'senior'. It's too foreign..."

A crisp voice sounded, and Mo Hua silently appeared in front of the three people, smiling brightly.

Yang Qianjun was stunned.

Situ Jianren was dumbfounded.

Cheng Mo was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

"Ink... ink painting?!"

Mo Hua nodded.

"you you……"

Cheng Mo said "you" for a long time, not knowing what to say. After a long moment of pause, he said:

"Did you cast the fireball spell?"

"if not?"

Cheng Mo looked around and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

"Um!"

"But, you..."

Cheng Mo's heart was suddenly shocked.

What about... ink painting?

how can that be possible?

He was full of doubts and felt that there were many things he wanted to ask, but for a moment, his head was a little confused and he didn't know where to start.

Mo Hua ignored him, but inspected the corpses of several men in black, and found that their flesh and blood and spiritual power had indeed been corroded by demonic energy.

The leading monk in black turned into a puddle of black water.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed.

Still no one caught alive...

Once these people know that they will die, they will not hesitate to commit suicide and destroy their bodies with demonic energy.

He is really cruel to himself.

Or do they have an absolutely terrible secret?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and shook his head, "It's not very safe here. You are injured again. Find a place to hide first..."

"Um."

Cheng Mo and the other two nodded solemnly.

So the three of them took the fainted Yi Li and Mo Hua to call Hao Xuan. The group walked around the mountain forest and found a hidden cave to stay temporarily.

Mo Hua simply set up some warning, concealment and protective formations outside the cave.

Cheng Mo and others were recovering from their injuries in the cave.

After taking the elixir, the injuries of several people improved, and their spiritual power gradually recovered. Situ Jian finally couldn't help but ask:

"Mo Hua, why are you here?"

Mo Hua wrote lightly:

"I went back to the sect and passed by here. I saw blood stains, so I looked for it, and I happened to find Hao Xuan who was being chased..."

"Then I got lucky and rescued Hao Xuan. Then I followed Hao Xuan and found you. I was lucky enough to save you too..."

"oh……"

Cheng Mo nodded, but as he nodded, he realized something was wrong:

Is this something you can do by chance, luck, or luck?

"How...how did you save him?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Just... set up a formation, blow it up, and that's it..." Mo Hua said.

"Where are the five men in black who were led away just now?"

"It's the same, set up a formation, explode once, and everyone will be gone..."

Cheng Mo and the other three looked at each other and took a breath.

"All dead?!"

Mo Hua nodded, then sighed and said helplessly:

"As you know, I am an formation master. I am physically weak and my spiritual power is weak. It is very dangerous to fight head-on."

"When I encounter such brutal, faceless black-clothed monks, I have no choice but to think of a way first, set up a formation, and blow them up..."

"Who knew they couldn't help but blow up, and they would die as soon as they exploded. I can't blame you for that..."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Situ Jian: "..."

Yang Qianjun: "..."

Mo Hua saw them looking at him in surprise and felt that he should keep a low profile, so he said seriously:

"These are small things, and now the most important thing is, what do we do next?"

"These black monks...are they human traffickers?"

Cheng Mo and others were startled, and then their expressions became serious.

"Let's go back and report to the court?" Situ Jian said.

"It's to report to the court."

"But, it's too late..."

"By the time Daotingsi arrives, these human traffickers will probably have escaped long ago..."

"There are also monks who were kidnapped and sold by them. I don't know where they will be sold..."

"If it is sold to an ordinary cultivator, it may not be a big deal, but if it is sold to an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator, I'm afraid..."

Some cruel rumors about demon cultivators killing people to practice exercises, killing people to refine elixirs, and killing people to sacrifice weapons emerged in everyone's minds.

Everyone looked a little solemn.

"Then how about..."

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly and he suggested in a low voice, "Kill all the men in black?"

Cheng Mo and others were startled, and then looked at the ink painting silently.

Especially Cheng Mo and Situ Jian.

It was as if they were meeting each other for the first time. In the past, this "little senior brother" whom they had thought was innocent and cute, harmless to humans and animals, but with poor basic skills and who only knew how to draw formations...