"I wonder who fellow Taoist is, can you show up and talk?"

The mountains and forests are silent.

Situ Jian frowned, "Is it because of the senior brother of Ganxuezhou, which sect is from? Seeing the injustice, he will help him?"

"Although I used ordinary fireball techniques, I took accurate actions and lifted weights easily, and easily changed the situation of the battle..."

"It must be a master of magic..."

"Will the master of spells use only fireball skills?"

“It doesn’t look like it…”

Cheng Mo said solemnly: "Generally speaking, experts do not use low-end spells like Fireball, but real experts will use inconspicuous spells like Fireball to turn decay into magic..."

"It makes sense..."

"Who could that be?"

Cheng Mo thought for a moment and hesitated: "Isn't it a 'senior' master?"

"Just shout 'Xiao Senior Brother', don't shout 'Senior Brother', it's too disgusting..."

A crisp sound rang out, and Mo Hua silently appeared in front of the three of them, smiling brilliantly.

Yang Qianjun was stunned.

Situ Jianren was stupid.

Cheng Mo was so shocked that his chin dropped.

"Ink...Ink painting?!"

Mo Hua nodded.

"Ah, you..."

Cheng Mo "you" for a long time, but I don't know what to say. After a long time of rest, he said:

"You put the fireball technique?"

"What about that?"

Cheng Mo looked around and asked again, "There is no one else?"

"Um!"

"But, you..."

Cheng Mo's heart was hit hard for a moment.

How is it... ink painting?

How is that possible?

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

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

The monk in black in the black was turned into a pool of black water.

Ink painting was a little disappointed.

Still not caught the living...

Once these people know that they will die, they will commit suicide without hesitation and destroy their bodies with their demonic energy.

He is really cruel to himself.

Or do they have absolutely ulterior motives and terrible secrets?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and shook her head, "It's not safe here. You're hurt again. Find a place to hide..."

"Um."

Cheng Mo and the other two nodded in a key position.

So the three of them took Yi Li who had fainted, Mo Hua went to call Hao Xuan. The group of people circled around the mountains and found a hidden cave to live in temporarily.

The ink painting simply sets up some alert, concealed and protective formations outside the cave.

Cheng Mo and his men were healing their wounds in the cave.

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

"Mo Hua, why are you here?"

Ink painting underestimated:

"I went back to the sect and passed by here. I saw blood. I followed and found Hao Xuan who was being chased..."

"I was lucky after that, so I saved Hao Xuan, and then followed Hao Xuan and found you, and saved you by 'lucky'..."

"oh……"

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

Is this something that is just right, lucky, and lucky?

"How did you... save me?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Just... set up a formation, explode it, and it's all..." Mo Hua said.

"Where are the five men in black who were just taken away?"

"Same, set up a formation and explode, and the person will be gone..."

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

"All dead?!"

Mo Hua nodded, then sighed and said helplessly:

"You know, I am a formation master, with weak physical body and weak spiritual power. It is very dangerous to fight head-on."

"I have no choice but to encounter such a cruel monk in black who doesn't show up. I can only think of a way first, set up a formation and blow them up..."

"Who knew that they couldn't help but explode, they would die as soon as they exploded. It's not my fault..."

Cheng Mo: "..."

Situ Jian: "..."

Yang Qianjun: “…”

Seeing that they looked at him with surprise, Mo Hua felt that he should be low-key, so he said with a serious look:

"These are all small things, and the most important thing now is, what should we do next?"

"These monks in black... are human traffickers?"

Cheng Mo and others were stunned, and then their expressions became solemn.

"Let's go back and report to Tingsi?" Situ Jiandao.

"I want to report to Tingsi."

"But, it's too late..."

"When Daotingsi arrives, these human traffickers will probably have run away long ago..."

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

"If it is sold to ordinary monks, it may not be much, but if it is sold to evil cultivators or demon cultivators, I'm afraid it will..."

Some cruel rumors about demon cultivators killing and practicing exercises, killing and practicing alchemy, and killing sacrificial weapons have emerged in everyone's hearts.

Everyone looked a little solemn.

"Why..."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly and he whispered, "Did you kill all the men in black?"

Cheng Mo and others were stunned, and then looked at Mo Hua silently.

Especially Cheng Mo and Situ Jian.

It seemed like they had known each other for the first time. This "Little Brother" who was innocent and cute in the past, harmless in humans and animals, and had no foundation, and was only aware of drawing formations...

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