Mo Hua drew some formations around him, so he guarded Ji Li, guarding against other monsters and monks.
After a while, Mo Hua's spiritual sense moved and he noticed that a monk came over.
His spiritual sense was released, and he felt it for a moment, and he felt relieved, and he shouted: "Uncle Zhou, here!"
There are three demon hunters not far away, and the leader is Zhou Cheng, Zhou Daping's father.
They followed the traces of fireworks to support them. When they heard the shouts, they rushed over immediately, and then they saw Ji Li lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Seeing this, Zhou Cheng was startled and asked, "How is the injury?"
"I'm stable for the time being, but I'll be sent down the mountain as soon as possible and let Grandpa Feng treat it." Mo Hua said.
Zhou Cheng nodded and asked Mo Hua again: "You are fine."
"It's okay." Mo Hua shook his head.
Zhou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
It is important to save people, so Zhou Cheng stopped talking and asked a few people to carry Ji Li on a stretcher, and then sent him to the bottom of the mountain.
Mo Hua waved his hand to say goodbye to them and said silently in his heart: "I hope it will be too late."
Uncle Ji is just the son of Brother Ji.
Mo Hua didn't go down the mountain with them, he still had something to do.
The man in black was still lying on the side, with a miserable body and a coma, and it seemed that he was not dead yet.
Mo Hua has no time to care about him now. When other demon hunters come, they will take the big man back to see if they can find out the history.
"By the way, storage bag."
Mo Hua suddenly remembered, ran to the man and found the half-blasted storage bag.
Before I could take a closer look, Mo Hua put away the storage bag, then took out the Sinan mother-child compass, and thought while looking:
"Brother Ji must have been following Uncle Ji when he entered the mountain. Brother Ji was chased, which means Uncle Ji is in danger."
"And this man has a deep cultivation level and looks like he kills people. It is probably not easy to deal with the cultivator of his accomplices."
The ink painting found its own location on the Sinan compass, and indeed found a highlight not far from the south.
This shows that the battle is still going on.
Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, she put away the compass and rushed to the south.
The highlight of the south is a small hill.
There are bushes around, leaves piled up under your feet, and sparse trees spread branches and leaves to block the sun, making them appear deep and secluded below.
When Mo Hua arrived, he found that Ji Qingbai and two other demon hunters were fighting with others.
Their opponent is also three black-clothed sinful cultivators.
As the light and darkness intertwine, the sword light flashed and the spiritual power was stimulating. Both sides were physical cultivation, fighting in close combat, and they were hard to part with.
The black-clothed Sin Xiu had the advantage, and Ji Qingbai and the other two were in a mess, and gradually they could not hold on.
Mo Hua frowned.
Something is wrong.
The difference between the cultivation level of the two sides and the Taoist Technique is not obvious, not to mention that there are two demon hunters wearing iron armor.
Logically speaking, if you defeat three, you won't end up in such a miserable situation.
At this moment, Mo Hua saw a figure suddenly appearing beside Ji Qingbai, and a sword light flashed by.
At the critical moment, Ji Qingbai suddenly felt something and barely avoided it, but a wound was still cut on his arm and blood flowed.
After the figure attacked, it quickly moved away and gradually disappeared.
Ji Qingbai frowned and his expression became even more serious.
The ink painting was slightly stunned.
Even though it was only a moment, he saw it.
The sneak attacker was wearing black clothes, short stature and stale.
And he is also good at hiding...
Mo Hua had a guess in his mind, and his spiritual consciousness was released. In the white space, the afterimage of the spiritual power of all things in the world appeared.
Behind the big tree, a light blue figure also appeared.
This figure is very familiar.
Ink painting thought for a moment, his eyes lit up, "So it's you!"
Previously, the demon hunter occupied the Shuai Mine, and the Qian family hired monks to harass him. One of them was very difficult, which caused the demon hunter to suffer a great loss.
I didn't expect to meet again here.
Mo Hua was surprised again, "He wasn't dead?"
He thought that the hidden monk had been killed by the demon hunter.
But even though he was not dead, it seemed that his injuries were quite serious.
This monk is not as decisive and ruthless as before, and his actions are a bit dragging.
The hidden art is also greatly reduced. It requires the help of a big tree to hide its body better by hiding light from the intertwined light and darkness.
Ji Qingbai and the other three fought against three, and they were not so disadvantageous.
But with this hidden monk around, the situation is completely different.
They have to fight with their opponents and beware of sneak attacks by concealed monks. Once injured, the situation will become more passive.
However, with the spiritual consciousness of ordinary cultivators of the ninth level of Qi refining, they cannot see through the hidden art, and naturally they cannot deal with this hidden cultivator.
But this is nothing to ink painting.
In the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting, the figure of this hidden monk is as clear as watching the fire, and there is nothing to hide.
When he was fighting for the spirit ore, he fell into Mo Hua's hands. Now Mo Hua's spiritual sense has become much stronger, and his concealment technique is even more concealing, and he can only deceive himself.
Before, he was lucky that he could escape from the monster hunter's random sword.
But this time, Mo Hua didn't plan to let him go.
However, the most urgent task is to save Uncle Ji and the others first.
Mo Hua hid in a corner that their spiritual sense could not reach, took out the bamboo tube, and ignited the fireworks.
Then the ink painting changed two positions and set off fireworks.
The same tricks of ink painting are used again and fireworks are released, hoping that they will retreat when they see the difficulties.
The fireworks took off, which also attracted the attention of the cultivator, and both sides stopped.
But these sinful practices do not seem to be fooled.
A sinful practice: "These demon hunters have let go of fireworks and asked for help before. If there were really people, they would have come to save them long ago. Now this man is hiding behind and not taking action, probably because he is bluffing. We will fight quickly and kill them."
Several other sinful cultivators also nodded.
Ji Qingbai endured his injuries and gritted his teeth and said, "We have no hatred, why do we have to kill them all?"
Sin Cultivation: "The Kong family's flower spirit stones are bought for the heads of your father and son. I guess the heads of your son have been obtained, and now you are missing."
Ji Qingbai looked sad when he heard this.
"Stop talking nonsense, kill them quickly!" One of the seemingly leading one-eyed sin Xiu said coldly.
So the two sides stopped talking and fought again, and the sword was bloody and fleshy, and the attacks between each other became more rapid.
Mo Hua was a little helpless, but these sinful practices were no longer fooled.
If so, he had to take action and find a way to delay the time.
There should be many demon hunters nearby, and as long as they see fireworks, they should come to support them.
As long as the ink painting is done before, find a way to delay the practice of sin.
On the small hill covered by big trees, Ji Qingbai and two demon hunters were still struggling to support it.
At the same time, the black-clothed hidden monk had found the right opportunity and was ready to start again.
With the protection of the forest, he quietly approached Ji Qingbai.
Ji Qingbai thought that his son was in danger and fought hard for injuries, so he naturally exposed many flaws.
The hidden monk's eyes were full of time, and he looked at the opportunity, seized the flaws, and stabbed the dagger.
The cold light of the dagger suddenly appeared, and at the critical moment, the fireball technique suddenly appeared.
Before his dagger could stab Ji Qingbai, the Fireball Technique first hit the hidden monk's arm, and interrupted his attack.
Then the fireball Explosion exploded, and the red spiritual energy turned into flames, burning his arms, and the burning pain spread.
The hidden monk was in pain, but suddenly he was stunned.
Why is this situation so familiar?
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Chapter completed!