Chapter 234 Rescue
The number of monks from outside Tongxian City gradually increased.
Two months later, Mo Hua sat on a rock in the inner mountain, looked at the Sinan Compass in his hand, and frowned.
There was a light on the compass before, and Mo Hua rushed over. Most of them were monster hunters hunting monsters, and some monsters were fighting for territory. There were few monks fighting each other.
Occasionally, there are some familiar monster hunters who dress differently, learn Taoist techniques and use different styles of spiritual weapons from those in Tongxian City. They should be from out of town, but there are not many of them, and they are rarely encountered. .
But it's different now.
“It's best to save the person, life is better than anything else.”
In Mo Hua's impression, this big man has profound cultivation and is quite capable of swearing.
The leading monk frowned and hesitated for a moment.
Once an accident occurs, trigger the formation and set off fireworks. After hearing the news, nearby demon hunters will rush to support.
Looking at the traces nearby, it was obvious that a group of merchants were intercepted and killed by the monks. Their goods were robbed and all the people were killed.
They, father and son, are also demon hunters, but they are not monks from Tongxian City, but from Qingxuan City next door.
Ink painting In the inner mountains of Daheishan, you can often see strange faces.
Mo Hua can't beat him but can run away.
What's worse, it's naked murder and robbery!
Mo Hua once saw a truck. The goods in the truck were gone, but the surrounding area was stained with blood, and monks' limbs were everywhere.
After a while, Sinan's compass lighted up again, and Mo Hua packed up his things, used the Water Step, and hurried through the rocks in the mountains, forests, and rocks with light steps.
He seems to still know those four monks.
There were suddenly more battles among the monks.
Qingxuan City is far away from Tongxian City, and passes through the inner mountains of Dahei Mountain, so under normal circumstances, the monks in the two cities don't move around much.
Ji Li can't escape. Although he has the eighth level of Qi Refining, he has little experience in fighting enemies. At this time, he is entangled by so many monks, and he has no way to escape.
The two warring parties on the mountain road were stunned when they saw the fireworks.
Mo Hua used Water Step again, quickly ran into the distance, and set off another firework. Then he ran to the top of the mountain on the left, and set off another firework at a different location.
At the same time, he was still cursing, saying things like "a bunch of bastards", "a sneak attack coward", "a waste who has the ability to single out and bully others" and so on.
Generally, when monks fight, Mo Hua doesn't care.
He only has the seventh level of Qi refining, and the only spell he uses to attack is the fireball technique. He is very proficient in the Water Step. He can protect himself without any problem, but he doesn't really want to cause trouble.
Mo Hua couldn't bear it when he saw the discomfort, and couldn't help but sigh.
The weak do not necessarily mean good people, and the strong do not necessarily mean bad people.
Based on Mo Hua's experience of watching the battle in Neishan for such a long time.
The days in Neishan will probably be uneventful after that.
There was a monk who was past middle age and had a few faint scars on his face. He had a good relationship with his father, Mo Shan, and he had even paid a special visit to the Mo Shan in the past.
How to do it?
There are seven people on the opposite side, which is a bit too many. Even if Mo Hua joins the battle, he may not be able to save them all.
Some were fighting over monsters, some were getting into fights after a quarrel, and some monks were obviously deliberately causing trouble.
But let Elder Yu worry about these things. He should save some spiritual ink, practice formations, and enhance his spiritual consciousness to see if he can build a foundation.
On the rugged and narrow mountain road, two monks were fighting.
Fortunately, the demon hunters in Tongxian City have gradually grown in strength, and there are more and more people. Most of them are wearing iron armor and holding first-class swords. Among the several nearby fairy cities, their strength is second to none.
Perhaps death is the best outcome...
As for the female nun, she is probably dead.
Such three locations, from near to far, released fireworks one after another, creating the illusion that three waves of demon hunters heard the news and came to support one after another.
The big man wielding the mace will definitely be able to escape, and Uncle Ji will most likely be able to escape as well, but it depends on whether the monks chase him or not. If he is chased, it will probably be a disaster.
The ink painting uses spiritual power to activate the fireworks array, and a beam of fire shoots into the sky.
Ink painting is also in a much better mood.
Mo Hua sighed inwardly.
Mo Hua remembers that his name was Ji Qingbai, and Mo Hua called him Uncle Ji. The young and gentle monk next to him is Ji Qingbai's son, named Ji Li.
Sinan's compass lit up, and there were many foreign monks fighting.
194.50.122.76
Those who look evil may not necessarily be evil people, and those who look kind may not necessarily be good people.
These foreign monks do not dare to offend the local monster hunters easily.
It's the monks fighting again.
Afterwards, the monster smelled the blood and came over and ate the corpse.
What's more, when it comes to disputes between monks, most of the time, it's hard to tell right from wrong just by looking at them once or twice.
They have been fighting for a long time, and they are about to kill the monks, rob the goods, and take the female monk back.
“Brother, what should I do?”
“It's the demon hunter from Tongxian City!” A foreign monk said in surprise.
Mo Hua frowned and continued reading, then he realized something was wrong.
She looked about the same age as Ji Li. She was injured, her cultivation level was the lowest, and she had the hardest support. Fortunately, Ji Li was by her side to take care of her.
But Ji Li and the female cultivator should not be able to escape.
With his spiritual consciousness, the Qi Refining monk could not detect it at all.
Seeing that they were not leaving, Mo Hua raised his right hand and released another fireball.
This fireball was fast and accurate, and suddenly hit a foreign monk. The monk staggered and fell to the ground, screaming in pain due to the burning of the fireball.
The cultivation levels of the monks from both sides are mostly in the late stage of Qi refining.
But it will be hard to say in the future.
Among the four, the only one Mo Hua didn't recognize was the female cultivator.
The eyes are full of mess, and the state of death is miserable.
Mo Hua decided to take a sneak peek or two as usual. Anyway, he had nothing to do now, so he was free.
Mo Hua sighed.
Mo Hua remembered that when he and Qian Xing had a conflict, it was this big man who came forward to stop the Qian family's ninth-level Qi Refining monk.
These juices were chilled by him with cold air blasts. When he drank them in his mouth, they tasted sour, sweet and ice-cold.
Knowing people knows their faces but not their hearts. People cannot be judged by their appearance.
“They have many people and armor, so we are no match for them.”
This kind of bamboo tube is simple to make, and the fireworks array inside is specially drawn with ink paintings. Basically, all monster hunters who go into the mountains have it.
If you evacuate at this time, your success will be in vain!
Being far away, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was released and he scanned it briefly, feeling a little disappointed.
But her entire sleeve was already soaked with blood, and she probably wouldn't be able to hold on if she continued like this.
Just a little bit...
There are only four people on one side, three men and one woman. They are at a disadvantage and are struggling to support themselves with a few boxes of luggage.
Now he is fighting one against three, never losing sight of the wind. The earth-gray spiritual energy on the mace is wrapped around him. When he swings it, there is a strong wind, and it seems to be heavy at first glance.
On the other side, there were seven people, dressed in different costumes and with unfamiliar faces, who were besieging four monks, three men and one woman.
There was also a burly monk with a burly build and a wolf skin around his waist, wielding a murderous mace with sharp barbs all over it.
Ji Li couldn't run away, and Ji Qingbai definitely didn't want to leave for the sake of his son.
Mo Hua climbed up a rock, restrained his breath, and peeked over under the cover of vegetation.
Robbery?
Mo Hua was determined and took out a piece of bamboo tube. The bamboo tube was red and there was a fireworks array painted inside.
That big man seems to be a **** and loyal man, and he should fight to the end.
Mo Hua gathered his thoughts, then ate some dried meat and drank some juice made from wild fruits.
Spells at the seventh level of Qi refining may not be of much importance to monsters, but when applied to monks, their power cannot be underestimated.
“Spell?!” The leading monk was shocked.
(End of this chapter)
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