Chapter 668: Sent Here

Mo Hua's expression flickered once, immediately transforming into a streak of water light, and he quickly retreated.

At the same time, the black-clothed leader's gaze turned cold, he drew out his spirit sword, and a sword light slashed towards the water shadow covering Mo Hua.

Mo Hua accelerated his escape technique, retreating another step.

The sword light was a step slow, slashing in front of Mo Hua's body, reducing the ground's bricks and stones to rubble.

The hall's spirit power vibration caught the attention of Cheng Mo and others outside.

They remembered Mo Hua's instruction:

"As long as there is movement, immediately take action."

Hao Xuan displayed a wind-attribute body technique, his footsteps swift like the wind, and he immediately appeared behind a Foundation Establishment early-stage black-clothed person, raising his Qian Jun Rod and suddenly bringing it down.

Caught off guard, the black-clothed person received a heavy blow to the head, blood flowing freely, his head throbbing and swollen.

Cheng Mo, still holding a tree branch in his mouth, silently pounced like a fierce tiger, raising his two large axes high and directly chopping down on the black-clothed person's forehead.

This black-clothed person died immediately.

Another black-clothed person nearby, sensing the movement, intended to provide support but was ambushed by Yang Qianjun who was already prepared. With a single move, a gun shot out like a dragon, directly piercing his shoulder.

Si Tu Jian controlled his Li Huo Sword, stabbing through his lower abdomen.

Then the two of them joined forces and continued their attack.

The black-clothed person was still struggling, but after three rounds, he was jointly killed by Yang Qianjun and Si Tu Jian.

Now outside the hall, only the last black-clothed person remained.

He was further away and perceived the spirit power fluctuation. By the time he rushed over, his two black-clothed companions were already dead.

This black-clothed person's face suddenly changed, and he turned to run.

Yi Li gathered energy for a moment, lifted his palm, and condensed an Earth Prison technique, trapping him.

Cheng Mo and the other three immediately pounced to kill, their axes, swords, guns, and rods all striking, quickly eliminating this last black-clothed person as well.

When Mo Hua exited the hall, the area outside was already cleared.

This group of black-clothed human traffickers, except for the Foundation Establishment mid-stage black-clothed leader, were all annihilated.

At the same time, the black-clothed leader also chased out.

Stepping out the door, he saw his last black-clothed brother die miserably under the siege of Cheng Mo and the five others.

Turning his head to look again, there were many corpses lying horizontally and vertically in other places, though they were well-hidden and not easily discovered.

His divine sense swept through the large abandoned artifact refining shop, the sparse breaths revealing a deathly silence.

The black-clothed leader's expression flickered, finding it hard to believe.

So many of his subordinates, so many of his brothers, just like this, without him knowing... all dead?!

A surge of anger rushed to his heart. The black-clothed leader looked at Cheng Mo and the others, sternly saying:

"A bunch of little bastards! Who sent you?"

He absolutely refused to believe that these few Foundation Establishment early-stage sect disciples could kill all of his more than ten brothers.

In that instant, he thought of the invisible cultivator who was spying on him in the hall earlier.

Invisibility technique?

The black-clothed leader frowned.

He looked around but didn't see the hidden cultivator's figure.

It seemed that after his traces were exposed, he escaped using a water-attribute body technique, and then used an invisibility technique again to hide his figure.

The black-clothed leader's gaze deepened.

In that hasty glance earlier, he had only seen a streak of water light and hadn't seen the hidden person's true appearance.

But someone who could learn an invisibility technique and use it well must be an experienced and insidious cultivator.

If not two hundred years old, then at least a hundred.

"A cowardly and insidious hidden cultivator, five little beasts who just entered the sect, killed my more than ten brothers..."

The black-clothed leader drew out a standard spirit sword, his entire body's aura rising, his voice icy cold.

"I want you all to die with them!"

The black-clothed leader's cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment mid-stage, his aura was thick, and the pressure was quite heavy.

Cheng Mo and the five others' expressions were solemn, but after all, they were favored by heaven and unwilling to concede defeat.

Cheng Mo spat out the tree branch Mo Hua had told him to hold in his mouth, shouted loudly, "Evil creature, receive death!" and directly swung his axes, chopping upwards.

The remaining four people attacked together, providing cover.

Yang Qianjun's gun momentum was fierce, and he attacked head-on with Cheng Mo's powerful strike.

Si Tu Jian controlled his Li Huo Sword to assist in the attack.

Yi Li and Hao Xuan provided support from the periphery.

The five people surrounded and attacked, their coordination was considered tacit. They had close combat, distant attacks, body cultivation, and spirit cultivation.

Axe light, sword light, and long guns intertwined.

Spells flew.

For a time, the black-clothed leader was actually suppressed.

His expression was cold, but he was slightly shocked inwardly.

"These few little fellows, indeed have a bit of foundation, and also a bit of fierceness..."

"If I really want to kill them, I'm afraid it will take some effort."

"Moreover, there is still an experienced and insidious hidden cultivator lurking nearby, who hasn't made a move yet..."

The black-clothed leader pondered for a moment, then his gaze suddenly turned cold. He swung his sword, deflecting Cheng Mo's giant axe, forced back Yang Qianjun with a palm, and turned to walk into the hall.

In his eyes, killing intent flickered.

Si Tu Jian instantly understood and exclaimed in alarm:

"He wants to kill those trafficked cultivators to silence them!"

Cheng Mo and the others' expressions also changed drastically, and they hurriedly made moves, wanting to restrain this black-clothed leader, but they were still a step slow.

The black-clothed leader laughed coldly, looking at the crowd with contempt.

His cultivation was higher, and his body technique was also a notch faster. He took the lead, stepping into the hall.

But as soon as his foot landed, the ground flashed with light, and array patterns were triggered. Scarlet fire light outlined a profound and complex array diagram.

The black-clothed leader's eyes suddenly widened, his gaze filled with horror.

"Array... array formation?!"

He saw a dazzling red light, and above the array formation, spirit power flowed.

At a critical moment, the black-clothed leader hastily withdrew his foot, activated a protective talisman, and turned to face the array formation.

After that, fire light overflowed, and a booming sound rang out.

A strong fire-attribute spirit power instantly exploded, the spirit power fluctuation rippling outwards.

The black-clothed leader was directly blasted several Zhang away, kneeling on one knee on the ground, leaving a blood trail on the ground.

His defensive talisman was blasted to pieces, the fire-attribute spirit power burned his meridians, leaving a large scorch mark.

Cheng Mo and the others were greatly shocked.

The black-clothed leader spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze even more incredulous.

How could there be an array formation?

Not long ago, he had just passed through the hall doorway...

Who could, in such a short time, conceal themselves from him and silently set up such a powerful array formation?

Moreover, how did he know that I would definitely go back to silence them?

Is it...

That hidden cultivator?

The black-clothed leader's heart pressure suddenly increased, and his face was already somewhat pale.

Cheng Mo and the five others were also a bit stunned when they saw the array formation explode, but afterwards, they saw this black-clothed leader injured by the array formation, and their expressions all lifted.

Cheng Mo said nothing, carrying his two axes, and rushed towards the black-clothed leader to chop.

Yang Qianjun and Si Tu Jian also followed closely.

The black-clothed leader spat, secretly cursing in his heart.

"Damn it, careless, I was tricked..."

He raised his long sword and clashed hard with Cheng Mo's giant axe once, then turned his head to look at the hall, only to find that after the array formation exploded, the hall door was sealed by falling rocks and he couldn't enter for a short time. He was annoyed in his heart.

"I can't silence them anymore..."

"Since that's the case..."

The black-clothed leader laughed coldly, "Then I'll kill all of you!"

As soon as the words fell, his eye pupils suddenly became dark and turbid.

A foul, black demonic qi, appearing from who knows where, circled around his body and then attached to the standard spirit sword in his hand.

The black-clothed leader's entire person became sinister and terrifying, his demonic qi heavy.

"Entered the demonic path?"

Cheng Mo and the others' expressions changed.

Mo Hua, who was always hiding in the dark, devising schemes, also frowned, feeling very strange.

Righteousness is righteousness, and demon is demon.

Righteous and demonic spirit power have essential differences in aura.

The other black-clothed people had only taken evil pills, or their flesh had been corrupted by demonic qi after death, only having a trace of demonic aura.

But this black-clothed leader was completely different.

When he was making moves earlier, his body was pure spirit power, not a trace of demonic path aura.

But now, with a change in spirit power, he could suddenly "enter the demonic path"?

"A bit strange..."

"And what exactly was that blood-colored demon shadow on his body before?"

"It can actually see through my invisibility technique?"

Mo Hua's gaze slightly narrowed.

And on the other side, the "demonized" black-clothed leader had already begun to fight with Cheng Mo and the others.

His spirit power became foul, but it also became stronger.

The sinister demonic qi wrapped around the spirit sword was also like deadly poison, with black corrosive power.

Cheng Mo and the others' pressure suddenly increased.

Frontal clashes became extremely difficult. Every time they clashed hard with the standard spirit sword wrapped in demonic qi, whether it was Cheng Mo or Yang Qianjun, their blood and qi would be shaken and surged.

And once scratched by the black-clothed leader's sword qi, the demonic qi would enter their bodies, their meridians would be gradually eroded, and their blood and qi would be polluted.

So, when fighting, they had to be extra careful.

Fortunately, this black-clothed leader was injured by Mo Hua's array formation before, and his strength was damaged, otherwise the situation would be even more severe.

Mo Hua observed from the side for a long time, silently shaking his head and sighing.

"Not a good fight..."

In the melee, the enemy and allies were mixed, making it difficult to set up an array formation.

Otherwise, it would be easy to accidentally injure his companions, even blasting Cheng Mo and Si Tu Jian along with the enemy.

Moreover, this black-clothed leader had already fallen into a trap. After being injured by the array formation, he was obviously on guard. It would not be easy to use an array formation to trap him again.

Mo Hua silently considered again:

Five Elements Source Array...

Cheng Mo and Yang Qianjun were body cultivators, fighting with the black-clothed leader, their figures moving back and forth, making it impossible for them to stand still.

As for Hao Xuan, it was already good that he could escape with his life.

Yi Li and Si Tu Jian could try, but Cheng Mo might not be able to hold back the black-clothed leader.

Once Yi Li and Si Tu Jian, under the amplification of the Five Elements, gathered energy to condense their techniques, they would be violently attacked by the black-clothed leader. Then these two would be severely injured even if they didn't die.

Using spells...

Water Prison Technique was useful, but it only restrained for a while, not offering much benefit.

Cheng Mo and the others' cultivation was limited and they couldn't finish the battle quickly.

Small Meteorite Forbidden Technique... needed to be used at close range.

Approaching under this situation was too dangerous.

Mo Hua was not too willing to take this risk.

And what was more troublesome was that Mo Hua still dared not drag it on...

Although Cheng Mo and the others had good talent and decent inheritance, they were ultimately just entry disciples, lacking experience, and their cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment early-stage.

Once this black-clothed leader used some trump card again and suddenly became violent, Cheng Mo and the five others might all be in danger of losing their lives.

Even with continuous consumption, under the threat of the insidious demonic qi, Cheng Mo and the others would not be able to persist for too long.

Dragging on like this, they were bound to make mistakes.

Once they made mistakes, they would be severely injured at best, and lose their lives at worst.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly, lamenting:

"Fighting and killing, I still need a 'front row'. Only then can I follow behind and mix in..."

Before doing tasks, it was always Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother Shangguan who rushed to the front and withstood the pressure.

And Senior Sister Murong and Senior Sister Qianqian, their cultivation was not weak, and their attack methods were also very strong.

In this kind of evenly matched battle, I only need to move slightly, provide some control spells, and I can change the situation and establish the winning position.

The battle with Huofo was the same.

Uncle Gu, a Gold Core great cultivator, stood in front and withstood the power of all Huofo's Meteorite Forbidden Techniques.

It was fine for me to lay a "black hand" through array formations.

One could say that the "output" was all from the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, and Uncle Gu.

I either controlled, or schemed against people. Only when absolutely forced would I pick up scraps and "harvest heads".

But now it was not possible.

Cheng Mo and the others simply couldn't withstand it.

They were not old, their cultivation was not deep, and their experience was still shallow. They couldn't bear the risk of this kind of life-and-death fight.

"Fighting like this is not a solution. Should I retreat first and then plan for the long term?"

"Or force this black-clothed leader away and save the trafficked cultivators first?"

Mo Hua frowned in thought.

Suddenly, he was startled and looked up around him.

"Someone?"

Mo Hua released his divine sense, and his eyes brightened.

"People from the Dao Ting Division!"

Moreover, several of the auras were very familiar, seeming to be from the Gu family.

"They are our own!"

Mo Hua's spirit lifted.

It seemed that the message he sent out before was still received by Uncle Gu, and he had sent people over.

With the help of the Dao Ting Division, this black-clothed leader, even if he had "demonized", should find it hard to escape.

After a few breaths, the black-clothed leader's expression changed.

He also sensed that someone was coming.

And these people were obviously not cultivators who were on the same path as him. Their aura was rigid and stiff, emitting the "smell" of the Dao Ting Division's lackeys.

"There are actually reinforcements..."

The black-clothed leader's gaze sank, his expression slightly angry.

He didn't expect that a seemingly ordinary business of buying and selling "livestock", which should have gone smoothly, had repeatedly encountered accidents.

First, they were unexpectedly discovered, and the people who went to chase and kill to silence were delayed and didn't return.

Now, his group of brothers were all dead in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, a bunch of wastes!"

The black-clothed leader cursed angrily.

But anger was no help.

Now entangled with these few little ghosts, and the Dao Ting Division's dogs were also coming, it was time to leave.

Once surrounded, even if he had unsealed and entered the demonic path, with greatly increased strength, truly fighting with so many cultivators would likely lead to misfortune, making it hard to escape the net.

Knowing when to act decisively avoids getting into trouble.

His brothers were all dead, but he must live on.

However, before leaving...

The black-clothed leader's eye pupils slightly opened, suddenly becoming blood red.

First, kill the several obstructive little ghosts in front of him!

"Just a few little ghosts who just entered the sect, do you think you can be my opponent by joining hands?"

The black-clothed leader laughed ferociously.

Demonic qi suddenly surged from his body.

At the same time, his forehead cracked open, the flesh peeled back, revealing an evil and strange eye pupil.

This eye pupil was cold and turbid, but also ferocious and crazy, as if filled with icy and stubborn evil desires.

A bloody demon shadow appeared on his body.

A wave of blood-colored evil god's thoughts instantly spread around.

Cheng Mo and Yang Qianjun and the others were instantly covered by the blood-colored evil thought. Their divine senses were confused, their expressions were painful, and they felt an impulse to submit to the world's evil desires and convert to the god lord. Their hands and feet became unable to move.

The black-clothed leader raised his sword weapon wrapped in demonic qi, just about to behead Cheng Mo and the others, yet he was suddenly startled and turned his head to look aside.

Aside, Mo Hua, also covered in blood color, revealed his hidden figure.

But unlike Cheng Mo and the others, Mo Hua's divine thought seemed unaffected.

A pair of clear and bright water-spirit eyes confronted the black-clothed leader.

The black-clothed leader's pupils shrank, and his expression immediately became shocked.

That insidious and scheming cultivator hiding aside was actually such a young little ghost?!

And...

Under the cover of the supreme majesty of the god lord, this little ghost... why was there no reaction at all?!

The black-clothed leader's heart trembled.

The third eye pupil on his forehead suddenly became angry, twisting and turning, filled with blood threads.

The surrounding blood-colored evil thoughts also intensified, covering Mo Hua's body.

But Mo Hua's divine thought, despite the erosion of the blood color, remained unchanged, unaffected by a hundred evils.

The black-clothed leader found it hard to believe.

Mo Hua was startled, and then his expression also became shocked.

In that instant when the blood color intensified, he felt as if there was a pull from his "divine soul".

Suddenly, he was sitting on that solemn altar again.

Ancient qi added to his body, ten thousand demons bowed, and creatures of heaven and earth worshipped.

In the darkness, it was as if someone was telling him:

Your sacrifice...

Has been sent over!

(End of this chapter)