Chapter 732 Cutting Off the Golden Gate

"Little senior brother..."

Cheng Mo, who was tall and tall, had a clear look in his eyes, even with a hint of admiration, which made him feel uncomfortable looking at the ink paintings.

"Can you sell me a pair of this armor? Any amount of spiritual stones will do!"

Cheng Mo was so greedy that his mouth was watering.

Hearing this, several other people looked at Mo Hua with burning eyes.

Especially Situ Jian and Hao Xuan.

The two of them had not yet worn this armor, and had never experienced the increase in spiritual power or the surge in Taoist power, so they looked curious and eager.

Situ Jian is a swordsman, and he really wants to know how powerful his Lihuo Sword will be once it is amplified.

Hao Xuan is now considered a "stick" cultivator, but he was also a sword cultivator.

Even if you like to sap, no one would want to try the powerful sword technique once.

Mo Hua said: "This armor has many restrictions, and the formations inside are also very complicated. If I don't control it with my spiritual thoughts, I won't be able to increase my spiritual power..."

A few people felt a little regretful.

However, Cheng Mo still hurriedly said: "Senior brother, next time you want to do something, you must bring me with you. I don't ask too much. As long as you let me wear this armor, I will cut wherever you point me."

Cheng Mo promised with a serious face.

Mo Hua was a little helpless, "Okay..."

He looked up and saw that it was getting late, so he said, "It's getting late. Let's skin the pig demon first and then go back."

"good."

This is a mid-level second-grade pig demon with a fat head and big ears. It is of a special type. It can be skinned and deboned to extract the materials. It seems to be worth a lot of merit.

Cheng Mo raised two big axes and began to chop the pig's head.

Others also divide the work and cooperate.

Elder Xun in the distance finally calmed down after a series of complicated psychological struggles.

No matter what Mo Hua's identity is or where he learned the formation, he has no control over it.

This is the ancestor's business.

As a mere great-great-grandson of the Golden Core stage, I don’t have the guts, let alone the ability, to take care of the ancestor’s affairs.

Remember the ancestor’s instructions and keep this child safe.

Other than that, other things have nothing to do with you.

Elder Xun nodded and silently glanced at Mo Hua and others.

"However, a second-grade middle-level pig demon with rough skin and thick blood can be killed by these children..."

"What a terrifying future life..."

Elder Xun sighed in his heart.

Although it was a joint effort of several people, it was still quite remarkable.

The last disciple he saw who could lead a team to hunt down mid-stage Foundation Establishment monsters with his mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation seemed to be Senior Brother Xuan...

The sword-shaped eyebrows and long beard, and the upright face suddenly came to mind.

With this thought in mind, Elder Xun's eyes dimmed and he felt sad in his heart.

God is jealous of talents...

Senior Brother Xuan was an amazing kendo genius back then. He was a descendant of the Dugu Ancestor who was the only master in kendo and deified Taixu. He had high hopes from the entire Taixu Sect.

But later, for some unknown reason, his natal spiritual sword broke, and he has been unable to recover since then, losing everyone.

Now there is no news, let alone where he went.

Back then, the two of us practiced together, practiced swordplay together, and were punished together, so we had a deep friendship.

But now time is passing by, the road is long, and I may never see each other again.

Elder Xun was stunned for a moment...

But before he could feel sad for long, several monks' breath came from the distance.

Elder Xun turned his head, followed the breath, and frowned slightly.

Mo Hua and others were skinning and deboning the pig demon.

After a moment, Mo Hua was suddenly startled. He also raised his head and looked towards the mountain road on the other side. His eyes focused and he said in a deep voice:

"somebody is coming."

Cheng Mo was a little stunned and released his consciousness, but there was no one around.

But seeing that Mo Hua's expression was a little solemn, Cheng Mo and others knew better. They each picked up their axes and held their swords with guarded expressions.

Within a moment, several monks' auras appeared within the scope of the consciousness.

Cheng Mo and others looked at each other and noticed something was wrong.

These monks clearly sensed Mo Hua and others, and they did not shy away from it. They walked over in a swaggering manner and appeared at the edge of the forest.

A group of eight monks, wearing golden robes, golden swords on their waists, all with golden spiritual roots, handsome appearance and arrogant expression.

Mo Hua's thoughts are indeed true.

It’s Broken Golden Gate…

The faces of these eight people were all unfamiliar, seven of them were in the middle stage of foundation building, and the leader was surprisingly in the late stage of foundation building.

It seems that a senior brother from Duanjinmen is hunting monsters with a group of disciples.

Brother Duanjinmen, who is in the late stage of foundation building, is tall and thin, with a golden face, his head held high, and he looks very impressive.

To his right, a Duanjinmen disciple took a step forward, pointed at Mo Hua and others, and said:

"You kid, you are so brave. You dare to snatch the monster from our Golden Gate?"

Cheng Mo's eyes narrowed and he said coldly:

"This pig demon was killed by us after a lot of hard work. Does it have anything to do with you breaking up Jinmen?"

The Duanjinmen disciple sneered, "How can you, these disciples who are still in the middle stage of foundation building and still in their infancy, kill this second-grade mid-level monster?"

"This pig demon was obviously killed by us!"

"That's right," a disciple on the other side agreed: "We teamed up to besiege and injured the pig demon before. We have been chasing it for a long time, and we were about to succeed, but you guys got there first and picked the peaches... …”

"Remember that we are all disciples of the sect in the Qianxue State. If you leave the pig demon behind, we can forget about it."

Cheng Mo saw them confusing right and wrong, and was a little angry, "Fuck you!"

The expressions of several Duanjinmen disciples changed and they said sternly:

"Kid, keep your mouth shut!"

"Otherwise, we will have to discipline you on behalf of your Taixu Sect elders."

Cheng Mo sneered, "A bunch of trash, you dare not do it yourself, you only know how to steal other people's prey."

The Duanjin Sect disciple was slightly angry, "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished."

The Duanjin Sect senior brother, who was in the lead, was already a little unhappy, and said silently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

He pointed at Mo Hua and the others and ordered:

"The monster stays, you get out."

Cheng Mo was furious, and Situ Jian and the others also looked cold.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered:

"Let's go."

Cheng Mo and the others were startled, looked at Mo Hua, suppressed his anger, and nodded slowly.

They had just fought a battle with the pig-headed monster, and consumed too much spiritual power. Now their strength has not recovered yet, and they can't be the opponent of these Duanjin Sect bastards.

What's more, there is a late foundation building on the opposite side.

Although they looked down on the people of Duanjinmen, thinking that Duanjinmen was petty, mean, and shameless, they would not look down on Duanjinmen's Duanjin Yujian Jue.

That Duanjinmen senior brother, with a golden sword on his waist and sword energy floating around him, was obviously a sword cultivator with good cultivation.

A sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building must be very difficult to deal with.

If it were normal times, they would be young and energetic, and would definitely rush up and fight first regardless of whether they could win or not.

But now that the junior senior brother has spoken, they must follow suit.

Cheng Mo and his men looked at the Duanjinmen disciples fiercely, and then slowly retreated.

Mo Hua mixed in with the others and retreated with them. He was not conspicuous, and was not taken seriously by the Duanjinmen disciples.

The Duanjinmen disciples saw Cheng Mo and his men leave in disgrace, but they did not try to stop them, but could not help but laugh out loud.

"I'll teach you a lesson..."

"Why are you pretending to be tough? You just ran away with your tail between your legs."

"Next time you meet us from Duanjinmen, you'll also run away with your tail between your legs like today."

The discerning disciples raised their thumbs and flattered the senior brother in the late stage of foundation building:

"You are still so powerful, brother. In one word, these little bastards dare not even fart."

Senior brother Duanjinmen sneered, "What's that..."

He sneered at Mohua and the others who were walking away, "They are just a few little ghosts. They are sensible. Otherwise, I would have to teach them the rules of this demon mountain."

"Senior brother is so powerful!"

"Thanks to you this time, we also benefited from it."

"What are the eight major sects? They still have to look at the face of our Duanjinmen..."

The disciples began to flatter again.

Elder Xun, who was squatting in the bushes, was so angry that he wanted to teach these little bastards of Duanjinmen a lesson and save face for Taixumen.

But he thought about it and decided to forget it.

This was in the Demon Refining Mountain, not in the family or the sect.

These disciples not only had to fight with monsters, but also had conflicts with disciples from other sects.

This was a matter between the disciples, and they had to find a way to solve it themselves.

He followed the instructions of the ancestor and was only responsible for protecting Mo Hua's safety, and would not interfere in other matters.

A real man can bend and stretch.

Since Mo Hua knew how to endure and no conflict broke out, he didn't need to force a move.

Besides, it was a good thing to suffer some setbacks.

It was better to suffer losses and be bullied now and learn a lesson than to be pitted to death with a simple face when he left the sect in the future.

But...

Mo Hua's calm appearance appeared in Elder Xun's mind again.

Despite being ridiculed and mocked by the disciples of Duanjin Sect, Mo Hua's expression was calm and there was no abnormality.

"Is this child a person who endures humiliation?"

Elder Xun was a little unsure for a moment...

But Mo Hua was obviously not.

After leaving the range of the disciples of Duanjin Sect, Mo Hua squatted down and began to look through the storage bag.

He picked out some formations and some spiritual tools.

"I will set up the formations myself later..."

"These spiritual tools, some are armor, some are spiritual swords, and I have drawn the "Gold-Suppressing Formation" inside..."

The Gold-Suppressing Formation, as the name suggests, can suppress the five elements of gold spiritual power. It is a five-element restraining formation.

Mo Hua had learned this formation a long time ago.

He also took the time to ask Master Gu to help refine a few custom-made spiritual tools of the gold-suppressing type, which were usually stored in the storage bag for backup.

Now it comes in handy.

"Also, this is the poison of the Cangmu Wolf, apply it on the sword..."

"There is also the blood of the Azure Snake, which is also poisonous, mix it and apply it..."

Cheng Mo and his friends, who were originally feeling aggrieved and angry, were startled, but after thinking about it, they were not surprised.

Cheng Mo then asked in a low voice:

"Young Senior Brother, are we going to take revenge?"

Mo Hua corrected: "It's not revenge, we are just going to get our own things back, and let them remember it by the way..."

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold.

Dare to rob my pig? !

Mo Hua continued: "You guys hurry up and meditate and take pills to recover your spiritual power, and then we will do it to them later!"

Cheng Mo and his friends were cheered up, and said in unison:

"Okay!"

Mo Hua didn't take action before, one because everyone had just gone through a big battle and lacked spiritual power;

Another reason was that there were fewer people on his side and they were at a disadvantage.

And there was a late foundation building person on the opposite side.

It is unwise to fight hard.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Get out safely first.

However, once everyone has recovered their spiritual power, the enemy is in the light and we are in the dark, and we have the time and opportunity to plan, it will be another matter.

A gentleman does not seek revenge overnight.

A few disciples of Broken Golden Gate were not worthy of letting him wait for ten years.

Not even worthy of another night.

After the planning was completed, Cheng Mo and others also recovered their spiritual power. They each put on Kejin armor, held Kejin swords in their hands, quenched the poisonous blood of various monsters, and began to use their body skills to move quickly in the forest.

They were young and energetic, and they were ridiculed by the Duanjinmen disciples, which made them angry.

Now that I have the opportunity to retaliate, my eyes are filled with coldness.

Elder Xun in the distance was a little stunned.

He had just praised Mo Hua in his mind for his "forbearance", but in the blink of an eye, they were ready to "fight" with axes and swords.

It can even quench poison on spiritual weapons.

Who taught them this insidious method...

Elder Xun shook his head.

There is probably going to be a real conflict now, and I can't do anything about it.

However, he also made up his mind.

If Mo Hua and the others win, then just see for yourself.

If Mo Hua and the others lose, he will intervene again.

After all, I am an elder, and I must have the "bearing" of an elder...

Elder Xun set off silently, following Mo Hua and the others.

Mo Hua and the others headed south, chasing the Duanjinmen disciples in the direction they left.

Along the way, Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, observed the details, and followed the traces of the disciples of Duanjinmen. After chasing for half an hour, he finally found the disciples of Duanjinmen on the top of a mountain.

The pig-headed demon has been stripped of its material.

They "returned with a full load" and now gathered at the foot of a hillside, sitting around drinking wine and eating meat.

To Mo Hua's surprise, it was already evening, the dusk was dim, the sunset was setting, and it was almost too dark.

But this group of Jinmen Duanmen disciples seemed to be in no hurry to leave Demon Refining Mountain.

"Are they going to spend the night in the mountains?"

Mo Hua frowned.

If you don't go out early, why stay in the mountains?

But it’s better to stay in the mountains.

It's easy to start when it gets dark.

Mo Hua took out a few pieces of black cloth and asked everyone to cover their faces.

Cheng Mo said: "Senior brother, even if we cover our faces, they should be able to recognize us..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said seriously:

"Since you are committing evil, you must be 'professional'. Since others are covering their faces, we must also cover our faces, otherwise it will be against the rules."

Cheng Mo nodded in understanding.

After preparations were completed, the group of people waited until dark, the night was dark and the mountain breeze was cool.

Several disciples from Duanjinmen were gathered around a bonfire, slightly drunk, and only two of them were left guarding the perimeter.

Mo Hua lowered his voice and said, "Act as planned."

In order not to make any noise, Cheng Mo held a branch in his mouth and nodded honestly.

After that, several people took good positions.

Mo Hua used the concealment technique and quietly approached the campfire array, then stopped at the periphery, took out a bottle of spiritual ink, and quietly poured it on the ground.

The spiritual ink seeps into the rocky soil.

The ink painting was drawn by spiritual thoughts. Under the shroud of darkness, the spiritual ink unconsciously began to wind around and form a formation.

Elder Xun, who was wondering what Mo Hua was going to do, was also stunned.

He knew that Mo Hua needed to set up the formation, but he didn't know how Mo Hua could set up the formation under the eyes of others.

Now he saw it.

Although the night was dark, his twenty-eight lines of golden elixir consciousness could still perceive the process of the ink painting formation.

Divine thoughts are the pen, and the earth is the medium. The formation is manifested on the ground silently.

Elder Xun took a slow breath.

He was afraid of his ancestor's harshness and did not follow the path of formation, but he still had a vision after being influenced by what he heard and saw.

This is definitely not a formation method that ordinary formation masters can control!

Could it be that... this was also taught by the ancestors?

But……

Elder Xun's eyes trembled slightly, "Ancestor himself doesn't know how to do it..."

…

Everything after that seemed to be a matter of course.

The Duanjinmen disciples were arrogant and domineering, with little cultivation experience, but little experience in cultivating the Taoism and lack of vigilance. They drank wine and chatted lively, and became more and more unwary.

Mo Hua finished drawing the formation, but they all knew nothing about it.

Mo Hua shook his head.

Fortunately, he also made several types of records to prevent his divine consciousness from setting up an formation and being discovered by the Duanjinmen disciples. What should he do next?

Now it seems that I am worrying too much.

Then Mo Hua detonated the formation.

Although the second-grade high-level formation of Seventeen Patterns is only a high-level entry, it is more than enough to blast these mid-level second-grade disciples.

As soon as the formation exploded, the mud and sand rolled in the night, and the fire filled the air.

Five of the eight Jinmen Duanmen disciples fell instantly.

The brother who broke Jinmen was also seriously injured by the explosion.

Although he is a late-stage foundation-building monk, he is a sword cultivator and does not cultivate the physical body much.

Of the remaining three, Hao Xuan saped one and knocked him out.

Yang Qianjun and Cheng Mo suddenly rose up and killed one each.

In the end, the four of them joined forces to attack the seriously injured senior brother Duan Jinmen.

Brother Duan Jinmen, who looked arrogant, indifferent, and arrogant during the day, was now reduced to a state of disgrace, with no momentum at all, and panicked like a bereaved dog.

It seemed that he really didn't expect that there would be disciples who dared to ambush them in Demon Refining Mountain.

Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, and while activating the Broken Gold Sword Qi, he shouted angrily:

"Who are you? How dare you offend me, Duanjinmen?"

Mo Huali ignored him.

Cheng Mo had a branch in his mouth and couldn't open his mouth.

The other few people did not say anything, but used all their moves to attack Brother Duan Jinmen.

With the defense of the gold-killing armor, the killing power of the gold-killing spiritual weapon, and the demon poison quenched on the spiritual weapon, it was not difficult to deal with a seriously injured cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

But during the fight, Brother Duan Jinmen still recognized him and said in shock:

"It's you!"

The five little ghosts in the daytime? !

But how could it be possible...

How dare these little ghosts, how could they ambush the eight-member Duan Jinmen demon hunting team led by him, a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building?

Brother Duan Jinmen was shocked and angry, and sneered:

"Good! Good! A bunch of ignorant little bastards, today I..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua saw it.

"He is going to use the Broken Gold Sword Control Technique!"

Yang Qianjun and others immediately accelerated their offensive and suppressed Brother Duan Jinmen.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was very frustrated and reached out to take out the talisman.

Mo Hua said, "He wants to use the Golden Body Talisman."

Hearing this, Yang Qianjun waved his spear and tried to pick up Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's arm.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen was shocked. What was the origin of this kid? How could he predict the enemy's moves and see through his every move?

He gritted his teeth and took Yang Qianjun's shot. He exchanged his injury for a fighting opportunity and still activated the talisman.

A layer of hazy golden light enveloped him.

And Senior Brother Duan Jinmen quickly retreated a few steps, holding the Golden Body Talisman, began to accumulate energy, and performed the killing move Duanjin Yujian Jue.

For a time, he was surrounded by golden light.

The golden sword energy and the golden spirit sword in front of him complemented each other, and the power was magnificent.

Mo Hua instantly released a water prison spell, but the light blue water light was blocked by the golden body talisman as soon as it approached, and could not interrupt the accumulation of the Broken Gold Sword Art.

The golden body talisman is immune to ordinary spell control.

In a flash, Mo Hua shouted crisply:

"Strong attack, chop him!"

At the same time, Mo Hua began to communicate with the Five Elements Source Armor.

Cheng Mo immediately understood, his expression was excited, and without the slightest hesitation, in just a moment, he moved his spiritual power to the extreme, and used the mountain-splitting axe technique to chop at Brother Duan Jinmen.

He was a physical cultivator, and his killing moves were faster.

Brother Duan Jinmen had no way to avoid it, and his expression was ugly.

But he had estimated it in his mind.

This axe, which was launched later but arrived first, although it was powerful, was not enough to stop his sword art.

As long as he condensed the sword art, these despicable little beasts would all be finished!

Brother Duan Jinmen's eyes turned cold.

But when Cheng Mo's axe was halfway through, his armor flashed, and a mysterious power descended.

Cheng Mo's power suddenly increased.

His double axes were wrapped in a more dazzling luster, and the power was stronger.

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen's face changed wildly.

No!

The power of this axe suddenly became stronger? !

Senior Brother Duan Jinmen felt a chill in his heart, but at this moment, he could do nothing but watch Cheng Mo's axe hit his shoulder.

This axe was so powerful that it broke his golden body talisman and made him tremble all over.

The axe blade caused serious damage, and blood flowed from his body.

Because of the great power, his half-charged Duanjin Yujian Jue was also interrupted.

The spiritual power backfired, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, and he had no power to resist.

This senior brother of Duan Jinmen, who was in the late stage of foundation building, was defeated, and was held down by Cheng Mo with a big axe, and slowly knelt in front of the ink painting.