Asking about longevity

"Elder, find two people to protect me!"

Mo Hua said to Elder Yu, then jumped down from the entrance of the mine with a slight jump.

Elder Yu didn't know what Mo Hua was going to do. After thinking for a while, he called two demon hunters and asked them to follow Mo Hua to protect Mo Hua.

His own consciousness has been following Mo Hua to prevent him from encountering danger.

Mo Hua did not enter the center of the battlefield, but found a hidden position on the edge and hid carefully.

Two demon hunters were on guard around Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, closed his eyes, and released his consciousness to the extreme.

The chaotic battlefield suddenly turned white, and the fighting monks all appeared in Mo Hua's consciousness one by one in a state of spiritual power.

After a long time, Mo Hua finally found a strange figure.

The figure is a faint light blue, wandering on the battlefield, looking like a ghost when it strikes, and is elusive.

If the ink painting hadn't pushed his consciousness to the extreme, he wouldn't have noticed this figure at all.

Mo Hua tried to lock it with his spiritual consciousness.

But the figure is erratic and has a weak presence, making it difficult to be locked by spiritual consciousness.

Seeing more and more demon hunters falling down, Mo Hua took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and entered a meditative state where he forgot both things and himself.

Mo Hua tried his best to capture the light blue figure with his consciousness. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were slightly bright.

Locked!

The light blue figure is looming in the consciousness of the ink painting, but its trajectory is clearly visible.

Mo Hua put two fingers together and pointed forward, and a fireball technique roared out.

The fireball technique flew to an open space on the battlefield.

There is a demon hunter wearing iron armor near the clearing, fighting with people.

Suddenly, the demon hunter felt alarmed and felt that there was danger around him, but the sword in his hand was entangled and he was unable to move.

At this moment, a dagger suddenly appeared in the gap next to the demon hunter. It was pointed at a tricky angle and headed straight for his eyes.

The demon hunter could not avoid it, and his face showed despair for a moment.

At just this moment, a fireball roared over and hit the monk who sneaked up on him.

The moment the fireball exploded, flames filled the air, interrupting the sneak attack.

The monk who made the sneak attack also briefly revealed his figure.

He is a black monk with short stature, ordinary appearance and sinister eyes.

The demon hunter took this opportunity to breathe for a moment, swung his sword away from the nearby Qian family monk, and then raised his sword to strike at the black-clothed monk.

The black-clothed monk cursed, used his body skills, and retreated to the edge of the battlefield. He shuttled through the crowd several times before gradually disappearing.

The demon hunter felt regretful, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had this fireball technique, otherwise his life would probably have been decided here.

It's a pity that the monk in black was not caught and chopped!

After the black-clothed monk traveled back and forth several times, he hid his figure and continued to wander around the battlefield, but he couldn't help but wonder:

"Where did the fireball technique come from?"

Most demon hunters are good at physical training, and few are good at magic.

The spell that Shicai cast was tricky and precise, and the caster should be an expert.

Fortunately, it was not very powerful and only interrupted his attack without causing any injuries.

But the monk in black thought again and realized something was wrong. The power of the veteran's fireball technique could not be so low.

Is it just a coincidence?

The monks were fighting in a melee, and it was inevitable that they would be accidentally hit by the magic spells flying around. Just now, he should have just hit his back, but he happened to be hit.

He didn't believe that anyone could lock him with magic in such a chaotic battle situation.

The monk in black calmed down, looked confident, and continued to patrol around, looking for opportunities to strike.

A demon hunter showed a flaw, and the monk in black was about to take action, but suddenly a fireball flew over again, interrupting his sneak attack again!

It was a coincidence once, but it definitely wasn't the second time.

The black-clothed monk was slightly annoyed, and the corner of his eye quickly passed around.

To cast a spell, a monk needs to concentrate his energy and raise his hands. He has rich experience in fighting with others, which can be seen at a glance.

But the demon hunters around him showed no signs of casting spells at all.

The monk in black scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness, but still found nothing, and couldn't help but look confused:

"Who used the fireball technique?"

He did not dare to use his spiritual consciousness to the extreme, nor did he dare to scan with his spiritual consciousness for too long.

Once he is distracted and uses his consciousness for too long, others will inevitably see his flaws, and he will be the one in danger.

Mo Hua found a big rock to hide from a distance, locked it with his spiritual consciousness, then exposed his head and fired a fireball, and then secretly hid behind it.

The monk in black couldn't see him with his eyes, he was far away, and his consciousness couldn't even scan him.

Moreover, he locked his consciousness twice and cast the fireball technique twice, and his ink painting techniques became more and more proficient.

The figure of the hidden monk became clearer in his consciousness.

The black-clothed monk faintly sensed something was wrong.

He seems to have been watched with spiritual consciousness!

The battlefield was originally chaotic, with mixed spiritual powers and mixed spiritual consciousness, but he had not noticed it yet.

But now that he had been hit twice by the fireball technique, he discovered that there was indeed a spiritual consciousness that had been vaguely following him, lingering.

Foundation-building monk? !

"No, it's impossible." The black-clothed monk thought to himself, "If it were the Foundation Establishment monk's prying eyes, he wouldn't be able to notice it at all."

Those are the other monks at the ninth level of Qi Refining, whose spiritual consciousness is stronger than mine!

But at the ninth level of Qi refining, why is the magic power so low?

The black monk's thoughts were confused.

He must find this monk who uses fireball! Otherwise, he will be constrained as soon as he takes action, and the situation will be bad.

The black-clothed monk was fearful and no longer took action rashly. Instead, he just wandered around the battlefield, patiently looking for clues and trying to dig out the ink painting.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

If the monk in black doesn't take action, there is no need for Mo Hua to take action.

Mo Hua hid behind the big stone, his expression became leisurely, and he took out a sweet and sour wild fruit and ate it with relish.

But the black-clothed monk didn't take action, and the demon hunter on the field suddenly felt that the pressure was suddenly reduced, and he became unscrupulous in taking action.

The pressure on the monks of the Qian family increased sharply, and it became increasingly difficult to support them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black monk had no choice but to take action again.

But every time he takes action, he is interrupted by Mo Hua's fireball technique.

The monk in black paid attention and pretended to take action, wanting to see where the fireball technique came from. He did see the general direction at first, but he couldn't see it the second time.

Because the subsequent fireball spells all exploded directly in his face.

Mo Hua vaguely sensed his line of sight and guessed the black-clothed monk's thoughts, so he directly used the fireball technique to cover his face so that he could not see anything.

Because the spiritual consciousness has been locked more often, the black-clothed monk's whereabouts have become more obvious, and the ink painting's aim has become more accurate.

The monk in black vomited blood in his heart.

How the hell can this be done more accurately?

Just a slap in the face?

He was furious. After traveling in the world for so many years, he always attacked others secretly. Now he was attacked by others secretly. Or did he use fireball?

Not just once, but sneak attacks over and over again!

"Despicable! I will find you and kill you!"

The black-clothed monk felt extremely angry. In addition to his anger, his spiritual power was somewhat misaligned.

The concealment technique failed for a moment.

Mo Shan, who had been watching with eager eyes, noticed the flaw at a glance, and came to the black-clothed monk in a flash. He grabbed the black-clothed monk's shoulder with his big hand, squeezed hard, and then threw it violently.

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The monk in black was thrown to the ground hard and vomited blood!