Chapter 928 Fan Jin

Yanluo Mountain is eight hundred miles long.

The rivers are intricate, the swamps are everywhere, and there is poisonous fog and miasma that fills the sky. When wild geese fly over, they are often poisoned to death and fall into the swamps, turning into rotten water, so it is named "Yanluo Mountain".

A branch of the Yanshui River flows through the mountain.

The river water smells fishy.

The deep mountains are dangerous and complicated.

The Demon Sect was built here.

At this time, outside the deep mountains, in the dangerous environment, there were already many righteous monks, dormant in the mountains, forests and swamps.

This encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect was huge.

The Daoting Division dispatched fifteen Jindan Dianshi, in addition to six hundred late-stage foundation building and even peak foundation building executives.

The Taixu Sect, which joined forces with the Daoting Division, dispatched twenty Jindan elders.

The three sects of the Taixu Sect merged, with many monks and elders, so there were as many as twenty elders dispatched, more than the Daoting Division.

But there were not many inner sect disciples, only 100 were dispatched.

To siege the Demon Sect, especially the third-grade Demon Sect, it was very dangerous to fight against the Golden Core Demon.

For a large sect like Taixu Sect, the disciples who could enter the inner sect were all outstanding among the geniuses and would be the pillars of the sect in the future. Naturally, they would not risk their death and fight the Demon Sect to death too early.

The inner sect disciples were not "cannon fodder" but "seeds".

Letting them participate in the siege of the Demon Sect was to temper their character, to let them see the cruelty of the Demon Sect, to let them adapt to the bloody battle with the demon monks, so that they could really stand alone in the future and become the pillars of the sect.

The only outer sect disciple in the field was Mo Hua.

Of course, he was not here for training.

He was the "mastermind".

The mastermind behind the destruction of the Demon Sect.

Qianxuezhou is a large state with many sects. Any demon sect that dares to show its head here will inevitably be destroyed - it's just a matter of time.

Whether Mo Hua is there or not, this result cannot be changed.

Mo Hua just accelerated this process, pushing the progress of the demon sect's destruction from the beginning to the end.

And now, Mo Hua is at the scene and witnesses the result of this action with his own eyes.

The only drawback is that his position is a bit far from the demon sect, and he can't see it clearly.

He has no choice, this is already the biggest compromise.

Uncle Gu, Sister Xia, Mr. Xun of Taixu Sect, and all the elders from Daoting Division all disagreed with him joining in the fun.

Especially Mr. Xun.

The son of a rich man should not sit in the hall.

It is too dangerous to wipe out the demon sect and besiege the Jindan demon. If there is a slight mistake, Mo Hua will be worried about his life. When that time comes, it will be too late to regret.

But Mo Hua strongly requested and promised to be honest and quiet, stay far away, and not make any mistakes. In addition, with so many elders of the sect following him, he would not be unable to protect him.

Mr. Xun nodded reluctantly.

Therefore, although Mo Hua could participate in the extermination of the demon cultivators, he could only watch from a distance, and lost his "personal freedom". He had to mix with the elders and was not allowed to act alone.

And the extermination of the Demon Sect basically did not need him.

As a "middleman", he pulled the strings and built bridges, and the mission was completed.

Other things were handled by Daotingsi and the elders of the sect, and he could not intervene.

He was not strong enough to surround and kill the Jindan demon.

The formations near the Demon Sect were also handled by formation elders such as Xun Zixian, so he did not need to do anything.

What's more, most of the formations near the Demon Sect were of the third grade, which exceeded his formation grade, so he could not help even if he wanted to.

The only thing he could do was to watch and learn humbly when Elder Xun Zixian cracked the Demon Sect's formation, and learn in advance the rules of using and cracking the third-grade formation.

After the formation was cracked, it was the pre-war preparation stage.

A large number of Dao Tingsi monks, according to the established plan, secretly surrounded the Demon Sect.

The elders of Taixu Sect also began to move.

The mist was hazy, and everything was unfolding in full swing.

Mo Hua, who was at the edge of the battlefield, became "free" instead, and could only watch everything silently with a deep look.

He was now staying in a temporary camp.

Near the camp, there was another person who was as free as him.

This person was tall and strong, with a beard on his face, and wore a Taoist robe of the Dao Tingsi Diansi. It was Fan Jin.

Fan Jin was responsible for "guarding the rear".

The encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect was extremely dangerous. With his cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Core, he was not qualified to be the vanguard and charge into the battle.

Behind the vanguard, as the main force of the large army, he would kill the demon cultivators and earn merits.

This kind of good thing would not be his turn.

In addition, he did not have the ability to do things like reconnaissance, eavesdropping, and breaking the formation.

Therefore, he could only do the "rear guard" work. If the encirclement and suppression failed, he would be responsible for covering. If the demon cultivators fled, he would be responsible for intercepting and killing them. Some of the dirty and tiring work of the aftermath was also done by him.

At this time, it was still in the preparation stage, and people came and went in the camp.

Fan Jin could not help looking around, with a lot of worries.

He was transferred from a small place to participate in the encirclement and suppression of the demon sect. It was actually a good opportunity to meet with other cultivators and discuss friendship.

Cultivation is also about human relationships.

If you want to make progress, you must work hard to find opportunities.

But he looked for a long time and couldn't find anyone to talk to.

The Jindan coming and going were either the Dian Si from aristocratic families, serving in the Qianxue state boundary, and were originally higher than the Dian Si of his remote state boundary.

Or he was a true elder of Taixu Sect, one of the eight major sects in Qianxuezhou, with profound cultivation and superior Taoism. He didn't dare to make friends with him.

Even if he spoke up, others would not pay attention to him. After all, his background, Taoism, and cultivation were all inferior to others.

The tall Fan Jin felt that he was inferior to others everywhere when standing in the crowd.

But he didn't want to give up. This was the only chance.

Once the Demon Sect was wiped out, no matter what the result was, there might not be such a big battle in the future to meet so many Jindan cultivators.

Even if there was, he might not be qualified to participate.

Fan Jin looked alert and looked at the cultivators coming and going with his peripheral vision to see if there was any cultivator with a lower status, who looked friendly and easy to talk to, so that he could talk to him and make some friends.

After looking around, he finally found one.

He was young, looked tender, had weak blood, and low spiritual power. He followed a group of elders like a "soy sauce".

The key is that he has a handsome appearance, clear eyes, a friendly and pleasant smile, and is easy to talk to at first glance.

The only problem is that he has only built his foundation.

But let's just build his foundation, he can't talk to the golden elixir.

Moreover, he is wearing a Taoist robe of Taixu Sect, so he should be a disciple of Taixu Sect. Maybe he can get in touch with the elders of the sect behind him through him.

This kind of connection with a big sect, even if it is just a few words of friendship, exchanging names with each other, can sometimes come in handy.

At the very least, it will be face-saving to tell others.

Fan Jin sneaked up to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, who was looking at the surrounding mountains, also found this strange golden elixir manager, turned his head and looked at him curiously, wondering what he was going to do.

Fan Jin gritted his teeth and bowed:

"I am Fan Jin, the director of the Dao Ting Division. Little brother, you are... a disciple of the Taixu Sect, right?"

Mo Hua looked at the Taixu Sect robe on his body, felt that he was talking nonsense, nodded, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

Fan Jin was stuck for a moment.

What's the matter?

He didn't have anything to do...

I just wanted to chat, make friends, and see if I could make some connections.

He didn't know this little brother, didn't know his name, what he liked, and didn't know what to talk about.

He wanted to make progress, but after taking the first step, he suddenly didn't know how to go.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment.

Fan Jin...

He seemed to have some impression of this name.

"Do you know Uncle Gu?" Mo Hua asked him.

Fan Jin was stunned, "Uncle Gu?"

"Gu Changhuai." Mo Hua said.

Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, "I know him, Gu Changhuai, Gu Diansi. I was temporarily seconded to Qianxuezhou. I have been working with Gu Diansi and have received a lot of care from him."

Fan Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

This relationship was inexplicably continued, but he never expected that it was continued from Gu Diansi, who was always cold and selfless.

Mo Hua also nodded slightly.

He remembered that there was such a Diansi.

When he told the Demon Sect "There is a traitor, stop the action" through the token, this Fan Diansi was acting with Uncle Gu.

In fact, he saved his life.

"Little brother, are you from the Gu family?" Fan Jin asked in a low voice.

Mo Hua shook his head, "My surname is Mo."

Surname Mo...

Fan Jin felt a little strange. In his impression, there seemed to be no family with the surname "Mo" near Qianxuezhou.

However, this also verified his judgment.

"Little brother, is it possible... not a child of a noble family?" Fan Jin asked.

Mo Hua asked him, "How do you know?"

Fan Jin whispered, "Don't blame me, little brother. I'm not bragging. I'm a pretty good judge of people."

He glanced at Mo Hua, "Your blood is weak. When you were young, you must have lacked spiritual nourishment. Your spiritual power is weak, and your spiritual roots must be average. This means that you are definitely not from a big family."

"You can join the Taixu Sect, probably because of another opportunity."

"But," Fan Jin shook his head, a little emotional, "I guess you are not taken seriously in the sect. You can only run errands with the elders, do odd jobs, serve tea and water, and don't It is impossible that there is no sign of nurturing the natal magic weapon until now. "

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, nodded: "You are quite accurate in judging people."

"Isn't it?" Fan Jin sighed, "Speaking of which, we are quite similar. We are both from the bottom of society. It is difficult for us to make a name for ourselves."

Mo Hua asked: "Are you from a small family?"

"Yes," Fan Jin nodded, "The Fan family of Gushan City, a small third-grade family, but that was in the past. Now it has declined, and the clan members are scattered. I am almost a lonely person."

"Gushan City?" Mo Hua was stunned.

He didn't expect that Fan Jin would be from Gushan City.

"Little brother, do you know Gushan City?" Fan Jin asked.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and said, "I know Master Gu from Gushan Refining Shop."

Fan Jin was surprised, "You also know Master Gu?"

"You know Master Gu too?"

Fan Jin said, "I have had a few drinks with Master Gu and we are quite familiar with each other. I helped him get the contract for their refining shop in the early years."

Fan Jin didn't expect that he just wanted to strike up a conversation with him just in case, but he didn't expect that he would really establish a friendship. And this friendship is getting stronger and stronger.

Fan Jin treated Mo Hua more and more familiarly and enthusiastically.

"When you have time to go to Gushan City, I will definitely treat you well!"

"Okay!" Mo Hua was also very happy.

Fan Jin suddenly remembered something and shook his head, "No, it's better not to go to Gushan City. Wait until one day I can be transferred to Qianxue Prefecture or other surrounding prefectures to serve as a magistrate. Then I will host a banquet for you, little brother. ”

Mo Hua was startled, then his eyes flickered, "Fan Diansi doesn't want to stay in Gushan City?"

"Who wants to stay in that place where birds don't poop?" Fan Jin waved his hands, looking a little disgusted.

But Mo Hua looked deeply and saw something was wrong with his expression.

His expression was one of disgust, but deep in his eyes, there was fear, and even a trace of... deep fear.

fear……

What is he afraid of?

What is there to be afraid of in Gushan City?

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Fan Jin did not want to mention the words "Gushan City" anymore, but changed the topic, looked at the ink painting, and said worriedly:

"Little brother, as someone who has been through this, I have to give you some advice. If you think it's useful, just listen to it. If you think it's useless, just treat it like I'm talking...just talk nonsense."

"Fan Diansi, please speak." Mo Hua nodded.

Fan Jin said sincerely:

"In the later stage of your foundation building, the next step is to form a pill. This natal magic weapon... you have to choose carefully. Although you are not valued by the sect and have no family support, you must not be careless."

He originally wanted to use Mo Hua to establish a relationship with the elders of the sect behind him, but he was a warm-hearted person and had become familiar with Mo Hua, so he forgot about this problem and gave Mo Hua sincere suggestions.

Although this is recommended, ink painting is actually not necessary.

Fan Jin saw Mo Hua's indifferent expression and thought that Mo Hua didn't believe him and didn't take his words to heart, so he became a little anxious:

"Really, little brother, I've been here before, I won't lie to you. I just suffered a big loss. At that time, I thought, it would be fine if I could form a pill. If I can make magic weapons, I can make do with it. But now I can form a pill. , but the magic weapon is not good, and I suffer losses everywhere..."

Mo Hua asked curiously: "Fan Diansi, what is your magic weapon?"

"hammer."

"Your magic weapon is a hammer?"

"yes."

Fan Jin looked troubled.

"Therefore, when it comes to things like natal magic weapons, you must be very careful and choose the most suitable one. You must not try to save trouble."

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

He has been thinking about the issue of magic weapons for a long time. In fact, he doesn't care what Fan Diansi says. What he cares about is actually the matter of Gushan City.

Mo Hua wanted to know what happened in Gushan City that would make this Jindan Diansi feel afraid.

But before he could ask, Elder Xun Zixian called to him:

"Mo Hua, come and have tea."

"Oh, okay." Mo Hua agreed quickly.

Fan Jin also followed the call and saw that the person calling Mo Hua was actually an elder from the Taixu Sect. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary appearance and bearing. He was immediately shocked.

The status difference between the elder of the Eight Gates Jindan late stage and the early Jindan Diansi from this small place is a million miles away. They are really a bit "unattainable".

Fan Jin wanted to build some friendship with a stern face, but the gap was too big.

He didn't have the confidence to speak.

Just at this time, a Daotingsi executive came to him and said, "Fan Diansi, Gu Diansi is looking for you. The operation is about to begin."

Fan Jin nodded, "I understand." Then he clasped his fists towards Mo Hua, "Meeting each other means we are destined. I won't disturb you little brother anymore. Let's talk again next time we have a chance."

Mo Hua also clasped his fists and said: "The demon cultivator is cruel, Fan Diansi, be careful."

"Thanks for the reminder, little brother."

After Fan Jin finished speaking, he turned around and left, but he still felt it was a pity in his heart. What a great opportunity. If he had stayed a little longer and said a few more words, he might be able to establish friendship with the "big shot" of the Taixu Sect. .

"What a pity..."

Fan Jin took a few steps and couldn't help but look back.

At this time, Elder Xun Zixian asked Mo Hua to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said warmly: "This is a gift from a Taoist friend of mine. It's called Xueshangqing. Try it."

The tea leaves are like snow, the tea water is refreshing, and the tea flavor is fragrant.

Mo Hua picked up the tea cup, took a sip, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Elder Zixian!"

Fan Jin saw this scene and felt his head buzzing for a moment.

no……

wrong.

Aren’t disciples serving tea and water to the elders? Is there any reason for an elder to pour tea to his disciples?

What kind of style is this in Taixu Sect?

Moreover, the one who poured the tea was an elder of the late Jindan period who seemed to have a high status and profound knowledge.

This kind of great monk is afraid of being rude even when he says a good word. But I can personally pour tea for the little brother in front of me...

Fan Jinren was dumbfounded and murmured in his heart:

"Who is this little brother..."

Then he suddenly remembered that the elder just now seemed to have read this little brother's name:

Ink painting.

"Ink painting..."

Fan Jin frowned. He felt that the name was very familiar, as if he had heard it before. After thinking about it for a moment, his pupils trembled and he took a breath.

"Could it be...the legendary 'ink painting'..."

"That...'little monster' from Taixu Sect?"

…

Half an hour later, everything was arranged properly, and the battle to exterminate the Demon Sect officially began.

But this has nothing to do with ink painting.

Elder Xun Zixian drank tea with Mo Hua, following the order of Patriarch Xun. He was not only watching Mo Hua to prevent him from running around and causing trouble, but also protecting Mo Hua from making any mistakes.

Mo Hua just drank tea obediently, and at the same time looked far away, looking in the direction of the Demon Sect, observing the development of the situation.

Many Daotingsi monks, as well as Taixumen elders and disciples, followed the established route, like an undercurrent, and gathered in the direction of the Demon Sect. At the same time, they formed a net, completely covering the Demon Sect's lair.

The storm is coming, and the war is imminent.

Yanluo Mountain, which is full of poisonous miasma, is becoming more and more dead.

Suddenly, a violent wave came, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the ground was shaking.

This is the formation outside the Demon Sect. When it was broken, it produced a violent explosion of spiritual power, causing vibration.

Then the shouting and killing sounded, straight through the sky.

The leading Jindan monks sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and killed towards the interior of the Demon Sect. Sword energy, magic, swords and armor collided with each other, and the power was agitated, fighting with the Demon Sect monks.

The sky, which was originally clear, gradually became bloody, intertwined with the thick miasma.

After the Jindan charge, the large army fought behind.

The Daoting Sidianshi led the Zhisi, and the Taixumen elders led the inner disciples to form a formation, like a meat grinder, killing the disciples of the Demon Sect in front of them one by one.

The five elements of spiritual power and the evil demon blood collided and intertwined, producing a strong explosion.

The broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood and flesh were flying, which was extremely tragic.

The blood flowed into the river and seeped into the swamp, covering the entire Yanluo Mountain with a bloody curtain.

This process was quite long.

Thousands of monks fought to the death in the mountain forest and poisonous swamp, blood splattered, swords broke, spells flowed in the air, and hidden weapons floated on the ground. The scene was very grand.

I don’t know how long it took, but the battle calmed down a little.

Mo Hua knew that it was not the end of the siege, but that the Jindan elders and the Daoting Sidiansi led the attack into the Demon Sect.

Sure enough, a moment later, a stronger vibration came.

This vibration split the mountains and cracked the rocks, and the scattered breath spread like wind and waves, causing the miasma of Yanluo Mountain to roll back and the mountains and swamps to churn.

At the same time, a violent, fierce, and terrifying roar like an ancient beast echoed in Yanluo Mountain, causing hundreds of demons to tremble and the righteous cultivators to panic.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

"Is this... a dragon roar?!"

Four-Elephant Azure Dragon Formation...

Beside Mo Hua, Elder Xun Zixian, who was in the late Jindan period, heard this roar and his face changed.

"Evil dragon..."