Chapter 679: Dragon Crossing the River

Another fisherman said helplessly: "Well, it's my son who is useless. He will be poor all his life. There's nothing we can do."

He pinched the gills of a lively spirit fish and threw it into the bamboo basket, "Dad, hurry up and work. Soon, the water monster will come ashore."

The older fisherman then buried his head and continued to work.

A ten-year-old child in the Qi Refining Realm was picking up a first-grade fish on the ground. Hearing this, he looked up and said:

"Grandpa, the third-grade is useless. The children of the third-grade family will be bullied even if they join the sect."

The older fisherman was stunned.

The young fisherman in the Qi Refining Realm said:

"Really, the third son of the Zhu family, relying on his grandfather in the Golden Core Realm, looks down on others. When he plays with us, he is always arrogant..."

"After that, he joined the sect, and he could only follow the children of other big families, keeping his head down and being obedient, like a lackey, and he was no longer as majestic as before..."

"Sometimes when the sect is closed for ten days, he comes back on vacation, and he is also like a fool, not talking for a long time. When we go to call him to play, he ignores us."

The older fisherman shook his head and said, "This is called joining the sect, learning knowledge, and understanding etiquette. What do you little kids know?"

"The aristocratic family has lasted for thousands of years, and the children are all outstanding people. It is his blessing that Zhu Saner can study with these proud children."

"People cannot become useful without learning. It is always right for him to learn from the children of the aristocratic family..."

The young fisherman curled his lips, not daring to disobey his grandfather, so he didn't say much.

After the old fisherman finished his nagging, he looked at Mo Hua again and waved his hand:

"Little boy, hurry up and leave. If you are dragged into the water by a water monster with your small body, you may lose your life."

Mo Hua was very concerned about the previous incident, so he asked:

"Master, you said that among the six people who were killed by the water monster, was there a 'young master'?"

The old fisherman nodded.

"Whose young master is he?"

The old fisherman shook his head and said, "How would I know? He is just a young master from a nearby family. As for whether it is a big family or a small family, I don't know..."

Mo Hua was puzzled, "Young master of a family, what are you doing in this Yanshui River?"

Another foundation-building fisherman curled his lips and said, "What else can I do? Play."

"Play?" Mo Hua was stunned.

"It's the Rouge Boat..."

Before the foundation-building fisherman finished speaking, his father slapped him on the shoulder, "Don't say anything, you'll corrupt the child."

However, Mo Hua was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and still remembered these three words.

"Rouge Boat?"

The older fisherman waved his hand and said, "Nothing, kid, just focus on your cultivation, don't ask about this kind of thing."

The less he said, the more curious Mo Hua became.

But no matter how Mo Hua asked, the fisherman stopped talking.

The other fishermen also started to get busy, tinkering with the fishing nets, sorting the various spiritual fish into different categories, putting them into the fish baskets, and then sealing them with simple formations.

This is their livelihood, and the whole family depends on these spiritual fish to survive.

Mo Hua didn't want to bother them too much.

But they had already told him so much, and it was considered a favor to him, so Mo Hua felt that he should "return the favor".

He glanced around and saw that most of the fishing nets and fish baskets were a bit old, and the formations on them were also worn out.

Mo Hua made a rough estimate and said, "The formation on the fishing net will probably break after five or six more uses. Do you want me to help fix it?"

Several fishermen were stunned for a moment.

The older fisherman said, "Little brother, are you... still a formation master?"

"Yes!"

Mo Hua nodded.

The older fisherman looked at Mo Hua and was even more surprised. Then he said shyly, "We... don't have many spiritual stones here."

"It's okay." Mo Hua smiled and said, "It's just a piece of cake."

Mo Hua stretched out his hand and was about to point, but then he remembered that he should be more low-key and draw formations like ordinary formation masters.

"I am an ordinary formation master, an ordinary formation master..."

Mo Hua muttered to himself twice, then honestly took out a pen, dipped it in ink, and repaired the crude formations on the fishing net and fish basket.

The brushwork was neat and easy, and he looked very "professional".

The young fisherman in the Qi Refining Realm was full of admiration.

The two fishermen in the foundation building stage were also very grateful and thanked Mo Hua.

"Little brother, thank you so much. If you don't mind, come home with us later and I will stew a few fresh spiritual fish for you to try."

The older fisherman pointed to the distance, "Not far, just over there in the small fishing village."

Fresh spiritual fish!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he wanted to try it, but he had something important to do and couldn't be lazy.

At this moment, Taixu Order was shaken.

Mo Hua took it out and saw Hao Xuan's letter on it. He was refreshed and said goodbye immediately:

"Master, the fish I caught is hooked, I'm leaving first!"

After that, Mo Hua's figure was like water, wrapped in a faint blue light, and his feet were like the wind. He walked away in a few blinks.

The fishermen were startled and exclaimed in their hearts:

What a superb body movement, worthy of being a disciple of a big sect...

...

After an incense stick, Mo Hua and Hao Xuan met up, and Cheng Mo was there too.

Hao Xuan said to Mo Hua:

"There was some movement in the water just now."

He showed the formation plate to Mo Hua, who took a glance and knew what was going on.

Just now, there was indeed a cultivator who swam near the water ripple formation. The agitated spiritual power triggered the formation and left traces on the formation plate.

The river is dangerous, and there are aquatic monsters.

A cultivator who can swim freely in the water must not be an ordinary person. He must practice water-related skills and be proficient in water. He is likely to be the "River Crossing Dragon".

However, at this time, the traces on the array plate have gradually faded.

It is obvious that the River Crossing Dragon is lurking under the water, and no one knows where it has swum to.

"What should I do?"

Hao Xuan asked Mo Hua in a low voice.

He is very self-aware. He knows that his cultivation and Taoism are just ordinary among the geniuses. He lacks experience in cultivation and is not smart enough to deal with things...

So when doing things in the sect, you must hold on to the "thigh"!

Hao Xuan looked at Mo Hua with a clear face.

Mo Hua looked up at the water, compared his experience as a "monster hunter", and said thoughtfully:

"There are many monsters in the mountains. Monster hunters usually have fixed mountain roads when they go up the mountain."

"Similarly, there are many water monsters in the water. The river dragon swims in the water, so there should be a fixed "water road"..."

"The river dragon swam here, which means this is one of his "water roads."

"The water is dangerous, we can't go down, or we can only wait for him here..."

Cheng Mo was puzzled, "Even if we wait for him, then what?"

Mo Hua thought of Gu Changhuai's reminder, "Trap him with a formation, capture him on the shore, and arrest him without getting wet."

Captured on the shore...

Mo Hua thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, and said, "Wait for me..." After saying that, he ran away without waiting for everyone's reply.

Cheng Mo and others were confused.

After half an hour, Mo Hua came back with a storage bag in his hand. In the storage bag were two fishing nets stained with water, entangled with algae, and smelling fishy.

These two fishing nets were bought by Mo Hua from the old fisherman just now.

The old fisherman didn't know what Mo Hua was going to use them for, so he just said, "They are all old nets, little brother, you can use them, just remember to return them after use."

But Mo Hua still gave them the spirit stone.

Because once he had tossed the fishing net, he didn't know what it would become, and he was embarrassed to return it.

And the old net was better than the new one.

The old net was soaked in water all year round, and there were algae and fish smell. With a little trick, it was not easy to be noticed when thrown into the water.

Fishing nets are also a kind of spiritual tool.

Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to help him completely dismantle the fishing net.

After dismantling it, the formation inside the fishing net was exposed.

Unlike the simple repair before, Mo Hua now wants to use this fishing net as a medium to reconstruct the internal formation.

Mo Hua first drew a first-grade concealment formation.

The effect of the first-grade concealment formation is not particularly good, but it can be used underwater with blurred vision.

In addition, Mo Hua drew a second-grade fifteen-pattern "Water Net Formation".

The second-grade thirteen-pattern "Water Poison Formation".

The second-grade fourteen-pattern "Yi Mu Binding Formation", and "Drowning Formation" and so on...

Then, for the sake of insurance, Mo Hua hung some barbs on the fishing net and coated some paralyzing poison on the hooks.

The dense formation and the green poison made Cheng Mo and others feel numb.

Only then did they know what Mo Hua meant by "Everything is prepared, and nothing is prepared"...

After preparation, Mo Hua asked Cheng Mo and others to work together to spread the fishing net in the water and block the waterway that the "crossing dragon" must pass through.

Then Mo Hua ordered: "Once the river dragon enters the net, you must immediately work together to pull him ashore..."

"Don't stop after pulling him ashore, continue to pull him to the grove over there, don't let him get close to the river bank, lest he jump into the river and escape..."

Mo Hua led them to find a good position in the grove, nodded, took out the array plate from his arms, and buried it in the ground.

Cheng Mo opened his mouth and asked in surprise: "Is there a formation here too?"

"Of course," Mo Hua said, "One more formation means one more means, one more chance of winning, and one less risk."

"The more thorough the means, the better, and the more formations, the better."

"Oh..." Cheng Mo, who was always "reckless", nodded as if he understood.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun looked at each other with admiration.

Their junior brother is too steady...

Although Yang Qianjun didn't take Mo Hua's formation class, he had been with Cheng Mo and others for a long time, and gradually learned from Cheng Mo and others, and recognized Mo Hua as his "junior brother" from the bottom of his heart.

On the contrary, Hao Xuan frowned as he watched from the side.

"Junior brother, your method seems a little wrong..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "What's wrong?"

Hao Xuan thought about it and said slowly:

"The last time I saw you set up the formation, it didn't seem like this, and I didn't see you use any formation plates or formation flags. In the blink of an eye, there was a formation on the ground."

"Those people in black, if one comes, blow it up, and if a team comes, blow it up a pair..."

"Why are you... still burying the formation plate slowly now?"

Cheng Mo and others looked at Mo Hua silently.

Mo Hua looked serious and said to Hao Xuan: "You remembered it wrong."

Hao Xuan was stunned.

Mo Hua said with a serious face, "I have always arranged the formation like this!"

"It was too dark that night, you didn't see clearly, and because you were being hunted, you lost too much blood, and you were too nervous, so you saw it wrong..."

Mo Hua patted Hao Xuan's shoulder, "Think about it carefully, is it true?"

Hao Xuan was stunned by what Mo Hua said.

He thought carefully, that night was dark, the mountain was dark, and he had blood in the corner of his eye, it seemed that he really couldn't see things clearly...

If Mo Hua squatted on the ground and buried the formation...

It was so dark, I was nervous, and I was far away, so it was normal that I didn't see him.

Hao Xuan nodded and said suddenly:

"Senior Brother, you are right, I must have read it wrong!"

Mo Hua nodded happily.

Cheng Mo and others didn't doubt him, and they couldn't possibly know the formation better than Mo Hua...

After setting up the formation, Mo Hua talked about some key points, and a few people hid on the shore and waited.

Until the sky was getting late, the sun was setting on the western mountains, and the sunset reflected the redness of the river, but there was no movement at all.

No matter how alert Cheng Mo and the others were, they couldn't stand it any longer. Their eyelids were twitching and their spirits were a little sleepy.

Ink painting is also a bit boring, but he sat on the ground early, drew the formations by himself, and played with them by himself.

As he was unraveling, Mo Hua was suddenly startled. He raised his head and looked towards the Yanshui River. His consciousness flashed across the water, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted in a low voice:

"coming!"

Cheng Mo and the others were all smart and immediately tightened their grip on the fishing net's cable as promised.

But they remembered Mo Hua's instructions and did not release their spiritual consciousness to peer into the water.

Cheng Mo and others are only in the early stage of foundation building, while Guojiang Long is in the middle stage of foundation building. There is a gap in cultivation. If he rashly releases his spiritual consciousness to peek, it will be easy to detect.

So they stood ready and were just waiting.

Only Mo Hua was watching the movement in the water with his spiritual consciousness.

In the whiteness, everything in the water has lost its original appearance and color, and turned into a state of mixed spiritual power.

Among the dim colors, a long figure swims with the waves in the water, resembling both a dragon and a big white fish.

When this "big white fish" swam leisurely into the fishing net integrated with the mud and grass in the water, Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he whispered:

"receive!"

After Cheng Mo and others believed this, they immediately mobilized all their strength and suddenly closed the fishing net.

In the originally empty water, a network of blue and green light suddenly appeared, the hidden "fishing net" emerged, and the layers of formations were activated and then sharply closed.

The originally leisurely "big white fish" was suddenly frightened. Before he could react, he was caught in the fishing net and dragged towards the shore.

"Big White Fish" struggled angrily, but found that the fishing net was extremely tough and densely covered with formations. Although I don't know what the formations were, they were able to hide, trap the enemy, and restrain the enemy. They must have been made by a skilled formation master. .

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

"Big White Fish" took out a spiritual weapon with a hook and claw, and wanted to tear open the fishing net.

But when he was struggling, the barbs on the fishing net had already pierced his flesh, and the poison seeped into his blood. His body was paralyzed, and he was unable to move for a while.

Although the poison was not violent, the paralysis only lasted for a while.

But in this short period of time, he was already carried by the fishing net and pulled to the river bank.

Mo Hua watched from the side and saw a flash of light from the formation. As soon as the fishing net was closed, a "big white fish" was fished ashore under the dim light.

This "fish" is a human being, with a bare upper body, fair skin, very light eyebrows, and a strange face, resembling a water monster.

It is the sin cultivator known as the "Dragon Crossing the River".

As soon as Longfu crossed the river and came ashore, he yelled, "Why are you plotting against me!"

Mo Hua waved his hand without talking nonsense to him.

Cheng Mo and the others understood, and followed their previous plan. The four of them grabbed the cable of the fishing net and continued to drag it towards the small woods on the shore.

Once it leaves the shore and enters the grove, the dragon crossing the river loses the "river" and is no longer a "dragon", but just a "worm".

The Dragon Crossing the River obviously knew this too.

At this time, the poison in the blood gradually disappeared, his hands and feet were no longer paralyzed, he still had river water on his body, and his skills were still flowing at full power.

The dragon crossing the river tried its best and made a sudden stroke with the three shark hook, but the fishing net did not move at all.

"What the hell kind of network is this!"

The dragon crossing the river cursed secretly, and then used its sharp three shark hooks to draw a few lines on the corners of the net.

Finally, he made a crack in a fishing net with a weak formation.

The body of the dragon crossing the river melted into the water, and like a shark, it burrowed out from the gap, trying to get rid of the shackles of the fishing net.

Just halfway through the drill, he was discovered by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua pointed his finger and trapped the dragon crossing the river with the water prison technique.

The dragon crossing the river sneered and snorted: "Water spell, you want to trap me?"

He shrunk, and like running water, he broke free from the water prison technique.

But after delaying this for a moment, Cheng Mo and others also realized something was wrong. They turned the fishing net with force and used it as a rope, twisting it around the neck of the dragon crossing the river.

The dragon crossing the river was caught in a fishing net and could not move for a while.

At this moment, Hao Xuan, with a figure like the wind, came behind Dragon Crossing the River, raised the cudgel handed to him by the ink painting, and hit Dragon Crossing the River on the back of the head with the stick.

The dragon crossing the river was confused.

Cheng Mo and others took the opportunity to use the net as a rope to twist the neck of the dragon crossing the river and drag it deep into the woods.

Mo Hua hid in the dark, his eyes slightly bright, lighting up the formation with his spiritual consciousness.

The second-grade burial array is activated.

Gray light circulates on the ground, and the land is sunken, like a funeral coffin, swallowing the dragon crossing the river into the earth.

Earth overcomes water.

The water vapor on the dragon crossing the river was gradually consumed by the burial formation, and the water spiritual power in the body was also lost at an accelerated rate...

Being targeted and calculated at every turn, and falling deeply into other people's traps step by step, an irresistible feeling of despair surged into my heart.

The dragon crossing the river turned pale and cursed angrily:

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Is he Daotingsi's lackey?"

"Are you still a friend from the underworld?"

"Who set up the formation to plot against me?!"

Guo Jianglong cursed and struggled, and finally broke free from the burial formation with his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building.

Mo Hua didn't say anything, just waved his hand.

Cheng Mo raised his double axes, Situ Jian controlled the Lihuo Sword, and Yang Qianjun held a spear.

Hao Xuan raised his stick - he didn't use a stick at first, and used a sword like other children from noble families, but he found in actual combat that his unremarkable swordsmanship was useless, and the stick was still more useful.

The four began to besiege Guo Jianglong.

Guo Jianglong was full of anger, so he fought with Cheng Mo and others, but after fighting for a while, he was shocked.

This is... a group of little ghosts?

It looks like a group of little ghosts who have just entered the sect and whose cultivation is only in the early stage of foundation building?

Impossible!

Guo Jianglong's pupils trembled.

How could a group of inexperienced little ghosts set up such a tight killing situation?

Moreover, there are those strict formations...

Behind these little ghosts, there must be a cultivator with a sophisticated formation, deep scheming, and sophisticated means who is secretly directing them?

Who is this person?

Did he plot to kill me for the reward from Daotingsi, the merits of the sect, or for revenge, or...

Knowing my secret?

Guojianglong felt a chill in his heart.

He wanted to escape, but now that things have come to this, he has no chance.

Cheng Mo and his friends are not vegetarians either.

If the full-fledged Guojianglong had gone into the water and made waves, they would definitely not be his opponents.

But now Guojianglong has come ashore and become a "walking dragon", and has been weakened by Mo Hua's formations one by one. Now that most of his skills have been lost, how could he be a match for Cheng Mo and his friends.

Mo Hua did not take any action, but just used concealment, sitting on a big tree, observing Guojianglong's movements, and guarding against his escape.

Cheng Mo and his team should be able to handle the rest.

As expected, within half an hour, Hao Xuan dodged and broke Guo Jianglong's right hand.

Guo Jianglong felt pain, and his three shark claws fell to the ground.

Yang Qianjun took the opportunity to pierce Guo Jianglong's left leg with a gun, and Situ Jian controlled the Lihuo Sword and pierced Guo Jianglong's right leg.

Guo Jianglong groaned twice and broke out in cold sweat.

Cheng Mo kicked Guo Jianglong from behind, knocking him to his knees, and then two axes were placed on Guo Jianglong's neck.

This "Guo Jianglong", who was in the middle stage of foundation building and was notorious for killing people by diving near Yanshui River, was subdued.

The few people who were fighting couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua also nodded, and was about to show up to let Guo Jianglong experience the taste of his "iron formation" that had been improved several times, to see if he could get some secrets out of Guo Jianglong's mouth.

But before he jumped off the tree, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he immediately reminded in a crisp voice:

"Cheng Mo, be careful!"

Cheng Mo was startled when he heard the words, and then immediately realized the danger, quickly turned sideways, and protected the two big axes in front of him.

A sharp golden sword energy in the distance broke through the air in an instant and chopped Cheng Mo's axe.

The golden light was dazzling, and the sword energy was clear.

Cheng Mo's giant axe blocked the sword energy, but the remaining spiritual power still made his tiger's mouth numb, and he took three steps back in succession.

Cheng Mo, who stood still, was shocked and angry, and cursed:

"A sneak attack in the dark, which bastard?!"

"Keep your mouth clean!"

A young but gloomy voice came from a distance.

After a while, a group of monks slowly walked over. The first one was a young man in a gorgeous dress with gold thread brocade, with a fair face but arrogant eyes.

"A bunch of little bastards, dare to snatch even this young master's 'prey'?"