After Elder Yu finished speaking, he led everyone into Dahei Mountain.
In a camp at the entrance to the outer mountain, everyone met Yu Chengyi.
Elder Yu asked: "How is it?"
Yu Chengyi's clothes were soaked by the rain and dew, his face turned pale, and he frowned:
"The rain was so heavy that after a rain, there were no traces left in the mountains. I had no idea where he had been."
Elder Yu sighed: "Now we are in trouble."
Daheishan is so big, even if it is an outer mountain, it would take seven or eight days to walk there. If you search carefully, it will take even longer.
It's okay that Lao Zhao is fine, but if something happens, I'm afraid it will be more disastrous.
The monster hunters in the camp were all worried.
"Where did Uncle Zhao enter the mountain from?"
A clear and childish voice sounded from the crowd.
Everyone followed the sound and saw Mo Hua following Mo Shan.
Although Mo Hua is young, he is familiar with most of the demon hunters in the field. Everyone calls him "Little Formation Master", so no one ignores him just because of his young age.
Yu Chengyi quickly called Mo Hua over, spread out a map, and pointed to a mountain road:
"Old Zhao entered the mountain through this pass in the evening."
Mo Hua took one look at it, closed the map, and then took out the map he drew from his storage bag.
Mo Hua spread out the map, and everyone was a little dumbfounded when they saw it.
This map is too detailed. Not only are mountain roads, poisonous swamps, and miasma areas, but also some spices, spiritual herbs, and ore points are marked.
At first glance, it was densely packed. If the space was not limited, Mo Hua would have wished to write down how many trees there were in each forest and what each tree looked like...
Mo drew on his map and pointed to a location, "Is this here?"
Yu Chengyi nodded.
The ink painting compared the map and found the location of the nearest stone needle. He took out the compass with the Sinan Mother Formation on it, took a comparative look, and gradually frowned.
Yu Chengyi's heart tightened and he asked: "What's wrong?"
Mo Hua clicked on a few locations on the map and said: "There have been spiritual fluctuations here."
"What's the meaning?"
"That is to say, someone has done something here!"
Everyone looked at each other, a little stunned for a moment.
"Can you see this?" A demon hunter couldn't help but ask.
Mo Hua nodded, "This is the Sinan Mother Formation. I have placed stone needles in the mountains. If there are spiritual energy fluctuations nearby, it can be seen on this compass."
Everyone was shocked and looked at Mo Hua with a much more solemn look.
Elder Yu's expression turned slightly as he said, "It's not too late, let's go there now!"
Everyone stopped delaying and set off immediately. Mo Shan told him "be careful" and followed Mo Hua silently.
After a cup of tea, everyone arrived at the place where Mo Hua said.
Here is a small hillside, with a narrow mountain path going down, a forest going up, and a cliff on the right.
Mo Hua found the stone needle and found that the formation patterns on the stone needle were dim and distorted, which was caused by excessive fluctuations in spiritual power.
"How is it?" Yu Chengyi asked nervously.
Mo Hua nodded, "Someone did take action, and the cultivation level is not low, and the movement is not small. There should be traces nearby."
Yu Chengyi then ordered: "Spread out and look around."
After a while, someone shouted: "Here!"
When everyone went over to take a look, they found that the rocks on the ground were mottled and broken, and some trees were broken in the middle. On the stone wall next to them, there was a diagonally slashed palm print, with a faint trace of earth spiritual power remaining in the palm print.
Yu Chengyi looked at it and said: "The Splitting Palm is Lao Zhao."
Mo Shan also walked forward, wiped the stone wall with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, with a cold look in his eyes, he said:
"There were blood stains, which were washed away by the heavy rain."
Everyone's expressions also became solemn.
Elder Yu asked Mo Hua: "Are there any other traces?"
Mo Hua looked at the compass and found that many points on it were dim or even disappeared. He shook his head and said:
"It's been a long time, and the fluctuations in spiritual power are very weak and can't be distinguished."
The Sinan Mother Array is time-sensitive. At the beginning of the spiritual power fluctuation, the light spot will be very bright. As time goes by, the light spot will gradually dim until it disappears.
Elder Yu and others frowned.
Mo Hua was also a little anxious, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and asked:
"Uncle Yu, when did Uncle Zhao enter the mountain?"
Yu Chengyi thought for a while and said: "It's probably the middle of Youshi, almost an hour has passed."
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright, and the formation master had an extraordinary memory. He had glanced at the compass before eating. Although he didn't remember it carefully, some impressions still remained in his mind at this time.
He spread out the map and marked a few more points.
"These points indicate that there was probably a battle after Youshi, but it may not necessarily be Uncle Zhao. It may also be other monks or monsters. Moreover, these points may not be accurate..."
"It doesn't matter," Elder Yu said, "it's better to have a direction than to search randomly without an idea."
Elder Yu patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and said, "You have tried your best. If you really can't find it, then Old Zhao's fate is bad."
Mo Hua nodded with a somewhat depressed mood.
"Are there any other clues?" Elder Yu asked.
Mo Hua looked at the map again and then drew a few lines.
"There are always spiritual fluctuations on these roads. You can look for them carefully."
Elder Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hearts of other demon hunters also rose.
If there are constant fluctuations in spiritual power, it means that there is always a fight, that is to say, you are being chased all the way!
So what is chasing him, is it a monster or a monk...
Elder Yu looked solemn and said decisively:
"Search separately, three for the smaller one, five for the larger one. There should be more than ten people in each of these lines. Pay attention to safety. If you find anything, blow the whistle."
Elder Yu gave the order, and the demon hunters moved vigorously and suddenly dispersed in all directions.
Elder Yu told Mo Hua again: "Follow your father and don't get separated."
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
As night gradually fell, everyone searched for the missing monster hunter in Dahei Mountain after the rain.
An hour later, everyone found more traces of the battle, and even fragments of rattan armor, but they still couldn't find it.
Ink was drawn on the map, marking all the points where the battle was fought.
Then he looked at the map and frowned in thought.
There are traces of fighting. If you are chased along the way, you will definitely be seriously injured. You may not be able to run very far. It should be near the mountain roads in the picture.
But there are so many people, why can’t they be found?
A living person should see a person, and a dead person should see a corpse...
Mo Hua was puzzled and asked Mo Shan, who was standing behind him: "Dad, when you are looking for someone, how do you find them?"
"How to find it?"
"That is, can you use your spiritual consciousness to find it?"
Mo Shan thought for a moment and said: "Use your eyes to see traces, use your ears to hear movement, your nose to smell blood, and your spiritual consciousness to simply perceive."
Looking for it this way seems to be no problem...
Mo Hua nodded, and then suddenly thought, what if we abandon the five senses and simply use spiritual consciousness to perceive?
Mo Hua's eyes lit up, he closed his eyes and let go of his consciousness.
The surroundings suddenly turned white.
The rocks, woods, water flows and monks in the night have all lost their outlines and original colors, turning into faint spiritual shadows.
The spiritual shadows of things in the world are mainly light blue, while the spiritual shadows of monks show different colors of the five elements according to their spiritual roots and the attributes of the exercises they practice.
Things in spiritual consciousness have clear boundaries.
Ink painting further abandons the five senses and puts spiritual consciousness to its limit.
The perceived boundary is further expanded, and the perceived spiritual shadow becomes clearer.
"No……"
Mo Hua opened his eyes, walked to the next intersection, continued to close his eyes, and let go of his consciousness.
Mo Shan didn't know what Mo Hua was doing, but he didn't bother him and just followed his son silently.
"No."
"No……"
Mo Hua continued walking and continued to let go of his consciousness. After walking through several cliffs, Mo Hua suddenly stopped.
Mo Shan's heart tightened, and Mo Hua suddenly opened his eyes, pointed to a cliff not far away and said:
"There's someone there!"
Mo Shan and several surrounding demon hunters immediately jumped forward, pushed aside the grass and trees, and shined their torches.
Under the cliff, hanging by the branches, was the dying Lao Zhao!
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Chapter completed!