"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 never 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 talk about it when we get 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 Jindan stage, I don’t have the guts, let alone the ability, to take care of my 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 fear that we may never see each other again.
Elder Xun was stunned for a moment...
But before he could feel sad for long, several monks' breaths came from the distance.
Elder Xun turned his head, followed the breath, and frowned slightly.
A few people in Mo Hua 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:
"Someone 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 the 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 spiritual consciousness.
Cheng Mo and others looked at each other and noticed something was wrong.
These monks clearly sensed Mo Hua and others, and did not shy away from them. They walked over in a swaggering manner and appeared at the edge of the mountain forest.
A group of eight monks, wearing golden robes, golden swords on their waists, all with golden spiritual roots, handsome appearance and arrogant look.
The true meaning of ink painting is 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 fellow 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, how brave are you? 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 and Jinmen?"
The Golden Gate disciple sneered, "How can you 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:
"Boy, keep your mouth clean!"
"Otherwise we will have to take care of you, the elders of Taixu Clan, and discipline you."
Cheng Mo sneered, "A bunch of losers, they don't dare to do anything themselves, they only know how to steal other people's prey."
The Duan Jinmen disciple was slightly angry and said, "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
The leader, Brother Duanjinmen, was already a little displeased and said silently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
He pointed at the Mo Hua people and ordered:
"The monster stays, you guys get out."
Cheng Mo was furious, and Situ Jian and others also had cold eyes.
Mo Hua's eyes flashed slightly and he whispered:
"Walk."
Cheng Mo and others were startled, glanced at Mo Hua, suppressed their anger, and nodded slowly.
They had just fought a battle with the pig-headed demon, and their spiritual power had been consumed too much. Their strength has not yet been restored, and they cannot be the opponents of these golden gate-breaking bastards.
What's more, there is a later stage of foundation building on the opposite side.
Although they look down on the people of Duan Jinmen and think that Duan Jinmen is stingy, despicable and shameless, they will not look down on Duan Jinmen's Duan Jin Sword Control Technique.
That senior brother from Broken Gold Gate, with a golden sword on his waist and a flurry of sword energy all over his body, looked like he was a good swordsman.
Sword cultivators in the later stages of foundation building must be very difficult to deal with.
Normally, if they were young and energetic, no matter whether they could win or not, they would definitely rush forward and fight first.
But now that the little senior brother has spoken, they must also follow the good advice.
Cheng Mo and others gave the Duanjinmen disciples a vicious look, and then slowly retreated.
Mo Hua mixed in with a few people and retreated together, not attracting attention, and was not noticed by the disciples of Duanjinmen.
When the disciples of Duanjin Gate saw Cheng Mo and the others leaving in dejection, they didn't make any move to stay. They just couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"I want you to have a long memory..."
"Why are you pretending to be tough? Why don't you just run away with your tail between your legs?"
"Next time you encounter us at Broken Golden Gate, just like today, you will have your tail between your legs and get out of here as soon as possible."
The discerning disciples raised their thumbs and flattered the senior brother who was in the late stage of foundation building:
"Senior brother, you are still so majestic. In one word, these little bastards won't even dare to let go of anything."
Brother Duanjinmen sneered, "What is this..."
He cast another cold look at Mo Hua and the others who were drifting away, "They are just a few brats, they are quite sensible. Otherwise, I will inevitably have to teach them the rules of the Demon Refining Mountain."
"Senior brother is mighty!"
"Thanks to senior brother this time, we also benefited from it."
"What are the eight gates? It also depends on our Duanjin Gate's expression..."
All the disciples began to flatter him again.
Elder Xun, who was squatting in the grass, felt his teeth itching after hearing this, and wanted to take action to teach these little bastards who broke the Golden Gate a lesson, so as to support the Taixu Gate.
But he thought about it and let it go.
This is in the Demon Refining Mountain, not in the family or sect.
Not only do these disciples have to fight against monsters, but there are bound to be conflicts between them and other sect disciples.
This is a matter between disciples, and they should find a way to resolve it themselves.
I obeyed my ancestor's instructions and was only responsible for protecting the safety of Mo Hua, and would not interfere in other matters.
A man can bend and stretch.
Since Mo Hua knew how to be patient and no conflict broke out, there was no need for him to take action forcefully.
Furthermore, it is good to suffer some setbacks.
It is better to suffer a loss now, be bullied and learn a lesson, than to leave the sect in the future and be tricked to death with an innocent look on your face.
only……
The calm look of the ink painting appeared in Elder Xun's mind again.
Although he was ridiculed and ridiculed by Duanjinmen disciples, the expression in the ink painting was as calm as water, and there was nothing unusual about it.
"Is this child a character who can endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens?"
Elder Xun was a little unsure for a moment...
But ink painting is obviously not.
After leaving the spiritual consciousness of the Duanjinmen disciples, Mo Hua squatted down and began to look through the storage bag.
He picked some formations and some spiritual weapons.
"I will set up the formation myself later..."
"Some of these spiritual weapons are armors, some are spiritual swords, and I have painted the "Golden Combat Formation" on them..."
As the name suggests, the Golden Combination Formation can suppress the spiritual power of the five elements of gold. It is a five-element restraint formation.
Mo Hua has learned this formation a long time ago.
He also took the time to ask Master Gu to help refine a few custom-made spiritual weapons that could overcome gold, and usually kept them in his storage bag for later use.
It comes in handy now.
"Also, this is the poison of Cang Mulang, painted on the sword..."
"There is also the blood of the azure snake, which is also poisonous. Mix it and apply it..."
Cheng Mo and others, who were originally feeling aggrieved and resentful, were startled, but after thinking about it, they were not surprised.
Cheng Mo asked in a low voice:
"Senior Brother, are we going to take revenge?"
Mo Hua corrected: "It's not revenge, it's just to get our own things back, and let them remember it for a long time..."
Mo Hua's eyes turned cold.
You dare to rob my pig?!
Mo Hua continued: "You should seize the time to meditate and take the elixir to recover your spiritual power. Then you can fuck them later!"
Cheng Mo and others cheered up and said in unison:
"good!"
The first reason why Mo Hua did not take action before was because everyone had just gone through a big battle and lacked spiritual power;
The other reason is that there are few people here, so we are at a disadvantage.
There is also a later stage of foundation building on the opposite side.
It is unwise to fight head-on.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late.
Let’s 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 who broke through Jinmen were not worthy of letting him wait for ten years.
Not even the other night.
After the planning was completed, Cheng Mo and the others also recovered their spiritual power. They each put on the 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 heart 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 "bearance" 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 let go of 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 by them.
They "returned with a full load" and now gathered at the foot of a hillside, sitting around drinking wine and eating meat.
What surprised Mo Hua was that 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 don't seem to be in a hurry to leave Demon Refining Mountain.
"Are they going to spend the night in the mountains?"
Mo Hua frowned.
Well, 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 some 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 Duanjin Gate were gathered around a bonfire, and they were slightly drunk. 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 his concealment technique and quietly approached the bonfire array, then stopped outside, took out a bottle of spiritual ink, and quietly poured it down 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 sees 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 the severity of his ancestors 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 were slightly frightened, "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 didn't know anything about it.
Mo Hua shook his head.
Fortunately, he also made several types of records to prevent the formation of divine consciousness from being discovered by Duanjinmen disciples. What should they do next?
Now it seems that I was 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 point, 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 knocked one unconscious.
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, his aura was gone, and he was as frightened as a bereaved dog.
It seemed that he really didn't expect that there would be disciples who would dare to ambush them in the 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, Broken Golden Gate?"
Mo Huali ignored him.
Cheng Mo had a branch in his mouth and couldn't open his mouth.
The others remained silent and used all their moves to attack Brother Duanjinmen.
With the defense of the gold-defying armor, the killing power of the gold-defying spiritual weapon, and the demonic poison quenched on the spiritual weapon, it is not too difficult to deal with a seriously injured monk who is in the late stage of foundation building.
But after beating him, Brother Duanjinmen finally recognized him and said in shock:
"It's you!"
Those five brats during the day?!
But how is it possible...
How dare these little brats, and how could they ambush the eight-member Broken Golden Gate Demon Hunting Team led by him, a late-stage foundation-building monk?
Brother Duanjinmen was shocked and angry, and sneered:
"Okay! Okay! A bunch of little bastards who don't know how to live or die, today I..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua could tell.
"He's going to use the Broken Gold Sword Technique!"
Yang Qianjun and his men immediately accelerated their offensive to suppress Brother Duanjinmen.
Brother Duanjinmen felt very aggrieved, so he reached out and took out the talisman.
Mo Hua said: "He wants to use the golden amulet."
When Yang Qianjun heard this, he swung his spear and went to pick off Brother Jinmen's arm.
Brother Duanjinmen was shocked. What was this kid's background? How could he predict the enemy's opportunity and see his every move?
He gritted his teeth, took a shot from Yang Qianjun, traded his injuries for a chance to fight, and still activated the talisman.
A hazy golden light enveloped him.
The brother who broke the golden gate quickly retreated a few steps, held the golden amulet, began to accumulate energy, and used the ultimate move of breaking the golden sword.
For a moment, he was surrounded by golden light.
The golden sword energy and the golden spiritual sword in front of him complement each other, making it powerful.
Mo Hua instantly released a water prison technique, but as soon as the light blue water light came close to him, it was blocked by the golden talisman and could not interrupt the accumulation of the golden sword technique.
The golden amulet is immune to ordinary spell control.
In the electric light and flint, Mo Hua shouted crisply:
"Attack with force and chop him!"
At the same time, the ink paintings began to communicate with the Five Elements Source A.
Cheng Mo understood it immediately and looked excited. Without any hesitation, in just a moment, he used his spiritual power to the extreme and used the mountain-breaking ax technique to strike at Brother Duanjinmen.
He is a physical practitioner and can execute his killer moves faster.
Brother Duanjinmen couldn't avoid it and looked ugly.
But he had calculated it in his mind.
This ax strike came last, and although it was powerful, it was not enough to stop his sword technique.
As long as he condenses the sword technique, these despicable little beasts will all be finished!
Brother Duanjinmen's eyes turned cold.
But when Cheng Mo's giant ax was halfway through, the armor on his body flashed with light, and a mysterious power descended.
Cheng Mo's strength suddenly increased dramatically.
His double axes are wrapped with a more dazzling luster and are more powerful.
Brother Duanjinmen's face changed wildly.
wrong!
The power of this ax suddenly became stronger?!
Brother Duanjinmen felt a chill in his heart, but at this moment, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as Cheng Mo's big ax struck him on the shoulder.
This ax blow was so powerful and heavy that it broke his golden amulet and made him tremble all over.
The ax blade caused severe injuries, and he was bleeding profusely.
Because it was too powerful, his half-charged Gold-Breaking Sword Technique was also interrupted.
The spiritual power backfired, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to resist anymore.
This senior brother who was in the late stage of building the foundation of Jinmen was defeated. He was held by Cheng Mo with a big ax and slowly knelt in front of the ink painting.
Chapter completed!