MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 665 image

Chapter 665 Image

 The night is deep and the mountains and forests are deathly silent.

Hao Xuan looked at the three black-clothed monks lying on the ground and opened his mouth wide, "Senior Brother, your formation is too powerful..."

They met each other one by one, there was a roar, a flash of fire, and the formation exploded.

These three black-clothed monks, who were well-educated, died unexpectedly...

Hao Xuan looked shocked, but Mo Hua was still a little happy in his heart, but on the surface, he still wanted to maintain his reputation as a "little senior brother", so he nodded reservedly and said:

"Okay…"

 As usual, he has to use fireball to finish the damage.

But this time Hao Xuan was nearby, so Mo Hua didn't make a move, so as not to make him think that his little senior brother's methods were vicious.

 Thus destroying one's "simple and kind" friendly image among fellow students.

 Three men in black died.

Although the number of black monks has dropped sharply, with only four remaining, they still feel that it is becoming more and more difficult.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No need, it's just four people, there's no need to attract us... I guess you won't be able to attract us either..."

Hao Xuan was slightly startled.

“Five people have disappeared. No matter how stupid they are, they will know that there is something wrong with you. Once you show up, they will be more cautious and even think about running away..."

In this case, you have to capture one alive to see what they look like?

Hao Xuan whispered: "There are four people left. Should I go and bring them here again?"

Using the formation to "fish", five people were killed in a trap.

Mo Hua raised his finger and drew a golden light, which cut through the masks of the three people, but under the masks, there was still dark flesh and blood corrupted by demonic energy.

Hao Xuan then said: "Senior brother, please be careful."

The leading monk in black felt uneasy and suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

 But they dare not disobey "big brother"'s orders.

 “My magic is very powerful!” Mo Hua said.

 “Take drugs, fight quickly!”

Mo Hua nodded, "Don't worry."

 Otherwise, when the other men in black catch Hao Xuan - or fail to catch Hao Xuan and turn back directly, they will really be in trouble.

 Like a chick?

 No, right...

Hao Xuan asked doubtfully: "What should we do?"

If they can hold on, there will be a chance and they may escape.

 Can C also be considered very powerful?

 The other three men in black were all startled, with hesitation on their faces.

"But..." Hao Xuan hesitated for a moment and said with some worry, "You can't set up the formation in advance when you go there. It will be very dangerous to face those black-clothed monks..."

 My group of people walk around in black clothes at night, and they do shady things. Things can easily change over time. Once exposed, they will definitely die without a burial place.

If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have only received a "C" in the Taoist examination of Mo Hua.

They knew that Hao Xuan had good body skills.

Hao Xuan wanted to say something, but seeing how confident Mo Hua was, he thought it would be better to be honest and "obedient".

 Cheng Mo and the other three were at a disadvantage.

Hao Xuan looked at the ink paintings and felt in a daze that these black-clothed monks who chased the five of them until they had no way out, in the eyes of his "little senior brother", were just like...

 The other four men in black, although they have the upper hand, their expressions are becoming more and more solemn.

 …

The remaining four are completely fish on the chopping board, and there is no way they can escape from his grasp.

 There are a total of nine black monks in the early stage of foundation building.

Although it is unlikely that one will lose his life, if it is delayed for a long time, something will inevitably happen.

I don’t know if he was held back or ambushed.

"I'll go over and take a look," Mo Hua thought for a while and then said to Hao Xuande, "If your injury is not healed, just stay invisible and stay nearby and don't take action."

 The gaze of the ink painting is a bit dangerous.

 Five people left and haven’t come back yet.

 It's just that now is the best chance to escape.

In this case, Cheng Mo and the others could only hope that Hao Xuan would support them for a while.

 On the other side, the battle between Cheng Mo and the four monks in black continued.

 They were hunted down before, fighting and retreating all the way, feeling exhausted and exhausted.

"As soon as a person dies...will his face be disfigured..."

The three of them took half a step back, took out a blood-colored elixir from somewhere, and quickly fed it into their mouths before Cheng Mo and others could react.

In the blink of an eye, the auras of the four people suddenly increased sharply, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

 Cheng Mo and the other three looked stern.

 “Evil pill?”

 In their hearts, they all had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

 Although they were at a disadvantage originally, these four men in black have all taken evil pills and their cultivation has increased a lot.

 If this continues, I'm afraid it will be really bad...

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth and said regardless:

"A bunch of evil beasts! Even if I die today, I will drag you down!"

 After speaking, he roared angrily, his eyes widened, his upper body muscles were covered with a deep bronze color, his blood was boiling, and his whole person's momentum was like a giant ax that cracked mountains and cracked the ground.

 A mountain axe!

This is the ancestral Taoism of the Cheng family. The moves are simple and powerful.

 After the Dao method is activated, the skin and flesh are like steel, and the ax blade has the power to break mountains and crack rocks.

 But the duration is limited.

His level is limited and his cultivation is limited, so he cannot fully unleash the power of this Tao method.

 Cheng Mo used it forcefully because he was overdrawing his blood and fighting against the monks in black.

Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, who were standing next to them, saw that Cheng Mo was desperate and knew that this was a critical moment and they had to fight to the death.

Even if we fight, there is still a glimmer of hope.

 If you don’t fight, you will definitely die.

Situ pointed his swords together, arousing the sword energy to the extreme. A layer of bright red flames enveloped his spiritual sword.

Yang Qianjun's eyes glowed with golden pupils, and the spear was also condensed with bright golden light.

 For a moment, the three of them looked pale, but their fighting spirit was strong.

When Mo Hua arrived, he happened to see this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

 The children of the aristocratic family are indeed extraordinary.

The moves passed down by these aristocratic families from generation to generation are impressive and very powerful at a glance.

 Especially Cheng Mo.

 usually looks indifferent, but when it comes to real life-and-death fights, he holds two axes and has a fierce fighting spirit, like a vajra with angry eyes, and his momentum is astonishing.

In addition, Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, each with fire and gold, have surging spiritual power, and they are no less generous.

that is…

 Looks a little too stupid...

This kind of wide-opening and closing moves is very powerful, but if you are inexperienced, you will not be able to use it well and it will have serious disadvantages.

As expected, the leading monk in black had a solemn look on his face, but he was not very anxious. Instead, he ordered in a deep voice:

 “These three boys are going to fight hard, they are invincible, be careful...”

A flash of sternness flashed in the eyes of the boss in black, "The powerful crossbow will not last long. It will slowly exhaust their blood and spiritual energy, and they will definitely die!"

 The other three men in black nodded "Yes!"

In a flash of lightning, the two sides fought together again.

Cheng Mo and the others also knew that they could not hold out for long, so they wanted to fight quickly and use thunderous means to kill one or two first, and then decide whether to fight or leave, and then act according to the opportunity.

The monks in black mainly tried to contain them. They neither allowed Cheng Mo and the others to leave nor fought with them. They wanted to exhaust the strength of the three of them and then kill them all.

 In the middle of the scene, the light of axes and swords intertwined, and spiritual power, blood and energy intertwined and stirred.

 Looking at the momentum, the situation has remained deadlocked.

Cheng Mo is getting more and more anxious.

His skill with the mountain ax is not good. Although he is strong and powerful, he cannot fight for a long time.

 Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun on the side were not much better.

They have insufficient spiritual power, so they forcefully activate this killing move, and their spiritual power is pouring out every moment.

Mo Hua looked at it and shook his head.

 “You are awesome, but you are still too young after all…”

“Before using a killing move, you should first think about whether the enemy can be killed. If not, what will be the consequences..."

　　“I worked hard with passion, and a lot of my spiritual energy was wasted in vain…”

“I don’t know, I need to use my spiritual energy sparingly…”

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart, hid in the dark and stretched out his fingers.

A fireball shot out of the sky, creating a fast and bright flame in the dark night, accurately hitting a man in black who was avoiding Cheng Mo's big axe.

This fireball was so fast and accurate that it exceeded everyone's expectations.

 The man in black who was hit by the fireball looked even more stunned.

 He had no idea where the fireball came from or who was responsible for it.

 After a moment, his expression was one of panic.

This fireball is neither too powerful nor too powerful to cause him fatal injury.

 But the fireball exploded on him and the spiritual power exploded, causing him to stumble, losing his balance and sluggish for a moment.

 In the battle between life and death, this moment of delay can be fatal.

The man in black turned pale instantly.

 Cheng Mo was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses immediately. He couldn't help but smile ferociously, and seizing the momentary flaw, he raised his axes high and struck down suddenly.

The monk in black tried his best to dodge, but still couldn't make it in time.

 The powerful and heavy double axes used the power to split the mountain and split his chest directly.

 Of the four monks in black, one died in an instant.

The expressions of everyone present changed.

Cheng Mo and the other three were delighted, "Is there any help?"

The monk in black on the other side had panicked eyes and a slight chill in his heart.

 “Is there an ambush?”

The leading monk in black immediately said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, you are hiding your head and showing your tail, why don't you come out and see me?"

The night is dark all around, the mountains and forests are dark, and when the cool breeze passes, the shadows of the trees are heavy, like ghosts.

The black-clothed monk felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

 Cheng Mo and the other two men had sharp eyes, and they all seized the opportunity to kill the remaining men in black.

The man in black at the head had a stern look in his eyes, gritted his teeth and ordered:

 “Keep spending, be careful of spells and plots...”

 The two sides fought together again.

 Cheng Mo and others are very motivated to fight. But the monk in black became timid.

They were afraid that another fireball would suddenly fly out in the dark night and kill them when their lives were hanging by a thread...

 But Mo Hua's fireball technique was too fast and impossible to guard against.

More than ten rounds later, in the dark night that had been silent for a long time, another fireball suddenly flew out and exploded on the back of a man in black.

The man in black groaned in pain and froze.

Situ Jian's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He immediately pointed his fingers together and released a stream of Lihuo Sword Qi.

The sword energy was blazing, directly piercing the heart of the man in black.

 Another man in black died.

Not a moment later, another fireball flew out of the darkness and headed straight for the face of another man in black.

 Having learned from the past, the man in black was frightened and on full alert.

As soon as the fireball drawn by the ink came out, he immediately noticed it and tried his best to dodge, barely avoiding his face.

The fireball technique flew past his ears. His ears hurt, but luckily he was not hit by the fireball.

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, he saw the tip of a gun exposed on his chest.

Yang Qianjun took advantage of him to be wary of the fireball technique and had already taken the opportunity to get behind him and stabbed him in the chest with a shot.

 At this point, the situation suddenly changed.

 Three fireballs, three lives.

 Only the leader in black was left.

 He stood there, his eyes frightened and full of disbelief.

"what happened?!"

In the blink of an eye, several fireballs flew over, and his three brothers were killed quickly...

He was not given much time to react before the situation took a turn for the worse.

 “There are masters!”

 “Go! Otherwise you will die!”

Without saying a word, the monk in black turned around and tried to escape.

With a finger pointing at the ink painting in the darkness, light blue water lines suddenly appeared, and the water prison instantly condensed, tying the leader of the black-clothed monks in place.

"This is…"

 The monk in black had a pale face.

Cheng Mo raised his two axes and wanted to chop the black-clothed monk to death. At this moment, a clear voice said:

 “Catch them alive!”

This voice sounds a bit familiar.

But in the wilderness, in the dark night in the mountains and forests, it sounds a bit weird...

 Cheng Mo didn't recognize it for a moment.

 But he still subconsciously spared his life. The ax deflected and struck the black monk on the back.

Unexpectedly, when the monk in black heard the words "catch alive", his eyes suddenly became horrified.

At this moment, a golden light struck from the distance.

This golden light, not very powerful, went straight to the face of the monk in black.

  It seemed that they did not want to take his life, but wanted to cut his mask open to expose his appearance.

 But this seemed to frighten him more than killing him.

The black-clothed monk looked desperate, and without waiting for the golden light to break through his face, he directly broke off his fingers. A wave of evil energy spread instantly, swallowing up his flesh and blood, turning it into a pool of black turbid water.

 Cheng Mo and others looked startled and avoided each other, then looked at each other in confusion.

 “Is this... a magic cultivation method?”

 Cheng Mo said calmly.

 But the monks in black here are all dead, there are bloodstains all over the ground, the mountains and forests are dead, and no one responds.

 After a moment, Cheng Mo and the other three breathed a long sigh of relief.

 In any case, the steward survived.

Yang Qianjun looked solemn, cupped his hands towards the mountains and forests opposite and said:

 “Thanks for your help!”

“I don’t know who this fellow Taoist is, can you show up and tell me?”

 The mountains and forests are silent.

Situ Jian frowned, "Could it be that he's a senior fellow from the Qianxue Prefecture, which sect? Seeing an injustice on the road, help him?"

“Although it is an ordinary fireball technique, the shot is precise and easy, and it can easily change the situation of the battle..."

 “Must be a master of magic…”

“Spell master, will you only use fireball?”

 “It doesn’t really look like it…”

Cheng Mo solemnly said: "Generally speaking, masters will not use low-end spells like fireball, but real masters, returning to their original nature, will use inconspicuous spells like fireball to turn decay into magic..."

 “That makes sense…”

 “Who could that be?”

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and said hesitantly: "It can't be some 'predecessor' expert, right?"

“It’s enough to call me ‘little senior brother’. There’s no need to call me ‘senior’. It’s too foreign...”

A clear voice sounded, and Mo Hua silently appeared in front of the three people, smiling brightly.

Yang Qianjun was stunned.

 Situ Jianren was stupid.

Cheng Mo was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

 “Ink...ink painting?!”

Mo Hua nodded.

 “䱱, you…”

Cheng Mo said "you" to him for a long time, not knowing what to say. After hesitating for a long time, he said:

 “Did you cast the fireball spell?”

"if not?"

Cheng Mo looked around and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

"Um!"

 “But, you...”

 Cheng Mo's heart was suddenly shocked.

　　Why is it...an ink painting?

how can that be possible?

He was full of doubts and felt that there were many things he wanted to ask, but for a moment, his head was a little confused and he didn't know where to start.

Mo Hua ignored him, but inspected the corpses of several men in black, and found that their flesh and blood and spiritual power had indeed been corroded by demonic energy.

The black-clothed monks led by 　　 turned into a puddle of black water.

Mo Hua is a little disappointed.

 Still no one caught alive...

 These people, once they know they are going to die, will not hesitate to commit suicide and destroy their bodies with demonic energy.

 She is really cruel to herself.

Or, do they have an absolutely terrible secret?

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head, "It's not very safe here. You are injured again. Find a place to hide first..."

"Um."

  Cheng Mo and the other three nodded solemnly.

So the three of them took the fainted Yi Li and Mo Hua to call Hao Xuan. The group walked around the mountain forest and found a hidden cave for temporary shelter.

Mo Hua simply set up some warning, concealment and protective formations outside the cave.

 Cheng Mo and others were recovering from their injuries in the cave.

After taking the elixir, the injuries of several people improved, and their spiritual power gradually recovered. Situ Jian finally couldn't help but ask:

“Mo Hua, why are you here?”

 Ink painting wrote lightly:

“I went back to the sect and passed by here. I saw some blood stains, so I looked for it, and I happened to find Hao Xuan who was being chased..."

“Then I got lucky and rescued Hao Xuan, and then I followed Hao Xuan and found you. By ‘lucky’, I also rescued you...”

"oh…"

Cheng Mo nodded, but as he nodded, he realized something was wrong:

 Is this something you can do by chance, with good luck, or by luck?

"How...how did you save him?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Just... set up a formation, blow it up, and that's it..." Mo Hua said.

 “Where are the five men in black who were just led away?”

“It’s the same thing, set up a formation, blow it up, and everyone will be gone…”

 Cheng Mo and the other two looked at each other and took a deep breath.

 “All dead?!”

Mo Hua nodded, then sighed and said helplessly:

"As you know, I am a formation master. I am physically weak and spiritually weak. It is very dangerous to fight head-on."

“When I encounter such ferocious, faceless monks in black, I have no choice but to think of a way first, set up a formation, and blow them up...”

“Who knew they couldn’t help but blow up and they would die as soon as they exploded? I can’t blame you for that…”

 Cheng Mo: “…”

 Situ Jian: “…”

Yang Qianjun: “…”

Mo Hua saw them looking at him in surprise and felt that he should keep a low profile, so he said seriously:

“These are small things, the most important thing now is, what should we do next?”

"These black monks...are human traffickers, right?"

 Cheng Mo and others were startled, and then their expressions became serious.

"Let's go back and report to the court?" Situ Jian said.

“It is to be reported to the Court.”

 “But, it’s too late…”

“By the time Daotingsi arrives, these traffickers will probably have already run away…”

"There are also monks who were kidnapped by them, and I don't know where they will be sold..."

“If it’s sold to an ordinary cultivator, maybe it’s nothing, but if it’s sold to an evil cultivator or a demon cultivator, I’m afraid...”

 Some cruel rumors about demon cultivators killing people to practice exercises, killing people to refine elixirs, and killing people to sacrifice weapons have emerged in everyone's minds.

 Everyone looked a little solemn.

 “Then how about…”

Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly and he suggested in a low voice, "Kill all the men in black?"

Cheng Mo and others were startled, and then looked at the ink painting silently.

 Especially Cheng Mo and Situ Jian.

It was as if they were meeting each other for the first time. In the past, this "little senior brother" whom they had thought was innocent and cute, harmless to humans and animals, with poor basic skills and who only knew how to draw formations...

 (End of this chapter)