Mo Hua drew some formations around him and then guarded Ji Li, guarding against other monsters and monks.
After a while, Mo Hua’s consciousness moved and he noticed that a monk was coming.
He released his spiritual consciousness, felt it, felt relieved, and shouted: “Uncle Zhou, this way!”
There are three demon hunters not far away. The leader is Zhou Cheng, who is Zhou Daping’s father.
They followed the traces of fireworks and came to support. When they heard the shouts, they rushed over immediately, and then saw Ji Li lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Zhou Cheng was startled when he saw this and asked hurriedly: “How is the injury?”
“It’s stable for the time being, but we need to send him down the mountain quickly and let Grandpa Feng treat him.” Mo Hua said.
Zhou Cheng nodded and asked Mo Hua: “Are you okay?”
“It’s okay.” Mo Hua shook his head.
Zhou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good.”
It was important to save people, so Zhou Cheng stopped talking and asked a few people to carry Ji Li on a stretcher before sending him down the mountain.
Mo Hua waved goodbye to them and said silently in his heart: “I hope it’s too late.”
Uncle Ji is the only son of Brother Ji.
Mo Hua didn’t go down the mountain with them, he still had things to do.
The big man in black was still lying on the side, his figure was miserable and unconscious, and he looked like he was not dead yet.
Mo Hua had no time to care about him now. He would wait until other demon hunters arrived, then escort the big man back to see if he could ask about his origins.
“By the way, storage bag.”
Mo Hua suddenly remembered, ran to the big man, and dug out the half-exploded storage bag.
There was no time to take a closer look, so Mo Hua put the storage bag away, then took out the Sinan Compass, and calculated while looking at it:
“Brother Ji must be following Uncle Ji when he goes into the mountains. Brother Ji is being chased, which means that Uncle Ji is also in danger.”
“Furthermore, this big man has a deep cultivation base and looks like he’s killing people like crazy. It’s probably not easy to deal with the criminal cultivators who are his accomplices.”
Mo drew on the Sinan compass and found his position. Sure enough, he found a bright spot not far to the south.
This shows that the battle is still going on.
Mo Hua’s eyes turned cold, he put away his compass and rushed south.
The bright spot in the south is a hillside.
There are thick bushes all around, fallen leaves pile up under the feet, and sparse big trees spread their branches and leaves to block the sun, making the place below look deep and secluded.
When Mo Hua arrived, he found that Ji Qingbai and two other demon hunters were fighting with others.
Their opponents were also three criminal cultivators in black.
In the interplay of light and dark, the light of the sword flickered, and the spiritual power surged. Both sides were practicing physical training, and they were fighting at close range, making it difficult to separate.
The criminal cultivators in black had the upper hand, while Ji Qingbai and the other two were in dire straits, and were in a state of embarrassment, and were about to lose their support.
Mo Hua frowned.
Something is wrong.
The difference in cultivation and Taoism between the two sides was not obvious, not to mention that two demon hunters were still wearing iron armor.
Logically speaking, with three against three, even if they lose, they won’t end up in such an embarrassing situation.
At this moment, Mo Hua saw the figure next to Ji Qingbai suddenly appear, and a sword flashed past.
At the critical moment, Ji Qingbai suddenly felt something and barely avoided it, but his arm was still cut open and blood was flowing.
After the attack, the figure quickly moved away and gradually disappeared.
Ji Qingbai frowned and his expression became more solemn.
The ink painting was slightly startled.
Even if it was only for a moment, he saw it.
The attacker was wearing black clothes, short in stature and with sinister eyes.
And he’s also good at hiding…
Mo Hua had a guess in his mind, and his consciousness was released. In the whiteness, the afterimage of the spiritual power of all things in the world appeared.
Behind the big tree, a light blue figure also appeared.
The figure was very familiar.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up, “It turns out it’s you!”
Previously, the demon hunter was guarding the spirit mine, and the Qian family hired monks to harass him. One of the monks who was good at stealth was very troublesome, causing the demon hunter to suffer a big loss.
Mo Hua was a little surprised again, “He’s not dead?”
He thought that the hidden monk had been hacked to death by the demon hunter.
But even if he didn’t die, he seemed to be seriously injured.
This monk’s actions now are not as decisive and ruthless as before, and his movements are also a bit sloppy.
The concealment technique is also greatly reduced, and it is necessary to use the light and dark light behind the cover of the big tree to better hide the figure.
Ji Qingbai and the others were three against three, so they were not at such a disadvantage originally.
But with this hidden monk standing by, the situation is completely different.
They have to compete with their opponents and beware of sneak attacks by hidden monks. Once injured, the situation will become even more passive.
With the spiritual consciousness of an ordinary ninth-level Qi Refining monk, it is impossible to see through the concealment technique, and naturally it cannot deal with this concealment monk.
But this is nothing to ink painting.
In the consciousness of the ink painting, the figure of this hidden monk is as clear as watching fire, and there is no way to hide it.
When fighting for the spiritual mine, he fell into the hands of Mo Hua. Now that Mo Hua’s spiritual consciousness is much stronger, his concealment skills are even more deceptive, and he can only deceive himself.
He was lucky to be able to escape from the monster hunter’s sword before.
But this time, Mo Hua was not going to let him go.
But the top priority is to save Uncle Ji and the others first.
Mo Hua hid in a corner where their consciousness could not reach, took out the bamboo tube, and lit the fireworks.
Then Mo Hua changed his position and set off a firework each.
Mo Hua repeated his old tricks and set off fireworks, hoping that they would retreat in the face of difficulties.
The fireworks lifted into the sky and attracted the attention of the sin cultivator, and both sides stopped.
But these sin cultivators don’t seem to be fooled.
A sin cultivator said: “Before, these demon hunters set off fireworks to ask for help. If there was someone, they would have come to the rescue long ago. Now this person is hiding behind and not taking action. He is probably bluffing. Let’s fight quickly and kill them.” “
Several other sin cultivators also nodded.
Ji Qingbai endured the injury and gritted his teeth and said: “We have no hatred, why do we have to kill them all?”
Sin Xiu said: “The Kong family’s flower spirit stone will buy your father and son’s heads. I guess I have already obtained your son’s head, now I’m going to send you yours.”
Ji Qingbai looked sad when he heard this.
“Stop talking nonsense and kill them quickly!” One of the one-eyed criminal cultivators who seemed to be the leader said coldly.
So the two sides stopped talking and started fighting again. The swords were bloody, the fists were flesh, and the attacks against each other became more rapid.
Mo Hua was a little helpless, these criminal cultivators were not fooled anymore.
If this is the case, he can only take action and find ways to delay time.
There should be many demon hunters nearby. As long as they see the fireworks, they should rush over to support.
Mo Hua just needs to find a way to delay Sin Xiu before then.
On a hillside covered by big trees, Ji Qingbai and the two demon hunters were still struggling to hold on.
At the same time, the hidden monk in black had found the opportunity and was ready to strike again.
He took advantage of the cover of the trees and quietly approached Ji Qingbai.
Ji Qingbai thought that his son was more likely to be in danger than anything else, so he fought hard for injuries, which naturally revealed many flaws.
The hidden monk’s eyes were sinister, he looked at the right moment, seized the flaw, and stabbed out the dagger.
The cold light of the dagger suddenly appeared, and at the critical moment, the fireball technique also suddenly appeared.
Before his dagger could reach Ji Qingbai, the fireball hit the hidden monk’s arm first, interrupting his attack.
Then the fireball technique exploded, and the red spiritual energy turned into flames, burning his arm, and the searing pain spread.
The hidden monk was in pain, but suddenly he was stunned.
Why is this situation so familiar?
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(End of chapter)