Chapter 928 Fan Jin
The wild geese fall down the mountain, eight hundred miles away.
Rivers are intricate, swamps are everywhere, and poisonous fog and miasma fill the sky. Wild geese flying over the mountain are often poisoned to death and fall into the swamp, turning into rotting water, hence the name "Yanluo Mountain".
A branch of the Yanshui River flows through the mountains.
The river water smelled fishy.
Deep in the mountains, it is dangerous and complex.
The Demon Sect was built here.
At this time, deep in the mountains, in the dangerous environment, there were many righteous monks dormant in the mountains, forests and swamps.
This time the siege and suppression of the Demon Sect was carried out with great momentum.
Dao Tingsi dispatched fifteen Jindan Diansi, in addition to six hundred executive officers from the late stage of foundation building, and even the peak of foundation building.
The Taixu Sect, which joined forces with Daotingsi, dispatched twenty Jindan elders.
The three sects of Taixu Sect merged, and there were many monks and many elders. Therefore, there were twenty elders dispatched, which was more than Daotingsi.
But there were not many inner disciples, only a hundred were dispatched.
Encircling and suppressing demon sects, especially third-grade demon sects, is very dangerous when they have to fight against the golden elixir demon.
As for large sects such as Taixu Sect, the disciples who can enter the inner sect are all the leaders among the geniuses. They will be the pillars of the sect in the future. Naturally, it is impossible for them to take the risk of falling prematurely. Fight to the death with the Demon Sect.
Inner disciples are not "cannon fodder" but "seeds".
The purpose of letting them participate in the siege of the Demon Sect is to temper their character, to let them see the cruelty of the Demon Sect, and to allow them to adapt to the bloody death battle with the Demon Sect monks, so that they can truly stand alone in the future. Become the pillar of the sect.
The only outer disciple in the room is Mo Hua.
Of course, he is not here for training.
He is the "mastermind".
The mastermind behind the destruction of the Demon Sect.
The border of Qianxue State is a large state with many sects. Any demon sect that dares to show its face here will inevitably be destroyed - it is just a matter of time.
With or without ink painting, this result cannot be changed.
Mo Hua only accelerated the process, advancing the progress of the Demon Sect's destruction from the beginning to the end.
And now, Mo Hua has come to the scene in person to witness the results of this operation with his own eyes.
The only drawback is that his location is a bit far away from the Demon Sect, making it difficult to see clearly.
There is nothing he can do, this is already the biggest compromise.
Uncle Gu from Daotingsi, Sister Xia, Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect, and the various elders all disagreed, and he came to join in the fun.
Especially Mr. Xun.
The son of a rich man will not sit in the hall.
It is too dangerous to exterminate the demon sect and surround and kill the golden elixir demon. If there is a slight mistake, Mo Hua's life will be in danger. By that time, it will be too late to regret.
But Mo Hua strongly requested it and promised to be honest, safe and sound, and stay far away without any mistakes. Plus there are so many sect elders following him, so it's not impossible to save him.
Mr. Xun nodded reluctantly.
Therefore, although Mo Hua can participate in exterminating demon cultivators, he can only watch from a distance, and has lost his "personal freedom". He must mix with the elders and is not allowed to act alone.
As for the extermination of the Demon Sect, he is basically not needed.
As the "middleman", he pulls the strings and builds the bridge, and the task is completed.
Other matters are the responsibility of the Dao Tingsi and the elders of the sect, and he cannot get involved.
Surrounding and killing the golden elixir demon, he is not strong enough.
The formations near the Demon Sect are also handled by Xun Zixian and other formation elders, so there is no need for him to get involved.
What's more, most of the formations near the Demon Sect are of the third level, which is beyond his formation level, so he can't help even if he wants to.
The only thing he could do was to watch honestly while Elder Xun Zixian was deciphering the Demon Sect's formation, learn with an open mind, and understand in advance the rules for using and deciphering the third-grade formation.
After the formation is cracked, it is the pre-war preparation stage.
A large number of Daotingsi monks secretly surrounded the Demon Sect according to the established plan.
The elders of Taixu Sect also started to leave.
It was misty and everything was unfolding in full swing.
Ink Hua, who was located at the edge of the battlefield, became "relaxed" and could only watch everything with deep eyes and silently.
He is now staying in a temporary camp.
Near the camp, there was another person who was as leisurely as him.
This man is tall and strong, has a beard, and is wearing the Taoist robe of the Taoist priest. He is Fan Jin.
Fan Jin is in charge of the "rear palace".
A major event such as the siege of the Demon Sect was extremely dangerous. With his early stage cultivation of the Golden Core, he was not qualified to act as a vanguard and charge into the battle.
Behind the vanguard, as the main force of the large army, kill demon cultivators and earn merit.
This kind of good thing is not his turn.
In addition, he does not have the ability to do things like reconnaissance, eavesdropping, breaking formations, etc.
Therefore, he can only act as the "rear guard". If the encirclement and suppression fails, he will be responsible for covering it. If the demonic cultivators fled, he would be responsible for stopping and killing them. He also does all the dirty work in the aftermath.
It was still in the preparation stage at this time, and people were coming and going in the camp.
Fan Jin couldn't help but look around, worried.
He was transferred from a small place to participate in the major event of encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect. It was actually a good opportunity to meet other fellow monks and discuss friendship.
Cultivating Taoism also cultivates human relationships.
If you want to make progress, you must work hard to find opportunities.
But he looked for a long time and couldn't find anyone to talk to.
The golden elixirs who come and go are either Diansi from aristocratic families, serving in Qianxue Prefecture, and they are inherently superior to Diansi from this remote state.
Either he is the true elder of Taixu Sect, one of the eight gates in the Qianxue State. He has profound cultivation and excellent moral traditions, and he does not dare to make friends with him at all.
Even if he speaks, others will ignore him. After all, his origin, moral lineage, and cultivation were all inferior to others.
Fan Jin, who is tall, stands in the crowd, but feels like a dwarf everywhere.
But he didn't want to give up. He only had this chance.
Once the demon sect is wiped out, no matter what the result is, there may not be such a big battle and encounter so many golden elixir monks in the future.
Even if there is, he may not be qualified to participate.
While Fan Jin looked wary, he used his peripheral vision to look at the monks coming and going to see if there was any monk who was of a lower status, seemed kind, and easier to talk to, who he could strike up a conversation with and build some friendship with.
Looking around, he finally found one for him.
He is young, tender, weak in blood, and has low spiritual power. Following a group of elders, he is like a "soy sauce".
The key is that he has a handsome appearance, clear eyes, a friendly and pleasant smile, and he is easy to talk to at first glance.
The only problem is that he only has foundation building.
But just build the foundation, he can’t talk to him about the golden elixir.
And he is wearing Taixu Sect Taoist robes, so he should be a disciple of Taixu Sect. Maybe he can establish a relationship with the elders of the sect behind him through him.
With such a large sect's connections, even just a few words of friendship and exchanging names can come in handy sometimes.
No matter how bad it is, you can still save face by telling it.
Fan Jin sneaked up to the ink painting.
While looking at the surrounding mountains, Mo Hua also noticed this weird Jindan Diansi. He turned his head and looked at him curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.
Fan Jin gritted his teeth and cupped his hands:
"I am Fan Jin, I am the Dian Si of the Daoting Division. Little brother, are you... a disciple of the Taixu Sect?"
Mo Hua looked at the Taixu Sect Taoist robe on his body and felt that he was talking nonsense. , nodded and asked:
"What's the matter?"
Fan Jin was stuck for a while.
What's the matter?
He had nothing to do...
He just wanted to chat, make friends, and see if he could make some connections.
He didn’t know this little brother, he didn’t know his name, what he liked, and he didn’t know what to talk about.
He had the desire to make progress, but after taking the first step, he suddenly didn’t know where to go.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment.
Fan Jin...
He seemed to have some impression of this name.
"Do you know Uncle Gu?" Mo Hua asked him.
Fan Jin was stunned, "Uncle Gu?"
"Gu Changhuai." Mo Hua said.
Fan Jin nodded repeatedly, "We know each other, Gu Changhuai and Gu Diansi. I was temporarily seconded to Qianxue Prefecture. I have been working with Gu Diansi and received a lot of care from him."
Fan Jin felt very happy. He breathed a sigh of relief.
This relationship was renewed inexplicably, but he never expected that it would be from the always cold-faced and selfless Gu Diansi.
Mo Hua also nodded slightly.
He remembered that there was such a Dianji.
At that time, when he told the Demon Sect through the token that "there is a mole, stop the operation," Fan Diansi was acting with Uncle Gu.
After all, I saved his life.
"Little brother, are you from the Gu family?" Fan Jin asked in a low voice.
Mo Hua shook his head, "My surname is Mo."
My surname is Mo...
Fan Jin felt a little strange. In his impression, there seemed to be no family named "Mo" near the border of Qianxue State.
However, this also verified his judgment.
"Is it possible that little brother...isn't a member of a noble family?" Fan Jin asked. Mo Hua asked him, "How do you know?"
Fan Jin whispered: "Little brother, don't be surprised. I'm not bragging. I'm pretty good at judging people. .”
He glanced at the ink painting and said, "You have weak blood. When you were young, you must have lacked spiritual nourishment. Your spiritual power is weak and your spiritual roots must be average. This means that you are definitely not from a wealthy family."
"You are probably able to join the Taixu Sect because you have another chance."
"But," Fan Jin shook his head with some emotion, "In the sect, you probably don't take it seriously, so you can only follow. The elders run Running errands, doing odd jobs, and serving tea and water, otherwise it would be impossible for him to still have no signs of nourishing his natal magic weapon."
Mo Hua was silent for a moment and nodded: "You are pretty good at reading people. "
"That's right," Fan Jin sighed, "Speaking of which, we are quite similar. We both come from lower classes, and it is quite difficult for us to get ahead. "
Mo Hua asked: "Are you from a small family?"
"Yes," Fan Jin nodded, "The Fan family in Gushan City is a third-grade small family. But that was in the past. Now it has declined. The clan members are scattered. I am almost He is also a loner.”
“Gushan City?” Mo Hua was startled.
He did not expect that this Fan Jin would be from Gushan City.
"Little brother, do you know Gushan City?" Fan Jin asked.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and said, "I know Master Gu from Gushan Weapon Refining Shop."
Fan Jin was surprised, "Do you still know Master Gu?"
"You too Do you know Master Gu?”
Fan Jin said: “ Master Gu and I have had drinks several times, and we are quite familiar with each other. I helped get the deed for their weapon refining shop in the early years."
Fan Jin didn't expect that he just held Wan in his arms. I had an idea and struck up a conversation, but unexpectedly, he actually made a friendship. And this friendship is growing more and more.
Fan Jin became more familiar and enthusiastic while waiting for Mo Hua.
"When I have time to go to Gushan City, I will treat my little brother well!"
"Okay!" Mo Hua was also very cheerful.
Fan Jin suddenly remembered something and shook his head, "No, it's better not to go to Gushan City. Wait until one day I can be transferred to Qianxue Prefecture or other surrounding prefectures to work as a magistrate. Let’s have a banquet for you, little brother.”
Mo Hua was startled, and then his eyes flickered, “Fan Diansi doesn’t want to stay in Gushan City?”
"Who wants to stay in that place where birds don't poop?" Fan Jin waved his hands, looking a little disgusted.
But Mo Hua looked deeply and saw something was wrong with his expression.
His expression was one of disgust, but deep in his eyes, there was fear, and even a trace of... deep fear.
Fear...
What is he afraid of?
What is there to be afraid of in Gushan City?
Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Fan Jin did not want to mention the three words "Gushan City" anymore, but changed the subject, looked at Mo Hua, and said worriedly:
"Little brother, as someone who has been there, I have to give you a suggestion. If you think it is useful, just listen. If you think it is useless, just treat it as nonsense."
"Fan Diansi, please tell me," Mo Hua nodded.
Fan Jin said sincerely:
"In the later stage of your foundation building, the next step is to form an elixir. This natal magic weapon... you have to choose carefully. Although you are not valued by the sect and have no support from the family, you still have no family support. Absolutely no carelessness. ”
He originally wanted to use Mo Hua to establish a relationship with the elders of the sect behind him, but he was a warm-hearted person and had become familiar with Mo Hua when chatting with him. Instead, he forgot about this problem and gave it to him sincerely. Mo Hua came up with suggestions.
Despite this suggestion, ink painting is actually not necessary.
Fan Jin saw Mo Hua's indifferent expression and thought that Mo Hua didn't believe him and didn't take his words at ease, so he became a little anxious:
"Really, little brother, I've been here before, I won't lie to you. I just suffered a big loss. At that time, I thought that it would be fine if I could form a pill. If I can make magic weapons, I would just make do with it. But now I can form a pill. , but the magic weapon is not good, and I suffer losses everywhere..."
Mo Hua asked curiously: "Fan Diansi, what is your magic weapon?"
"A hammer."
"Your magic weapon is a hammer?"
< br>“Yes.”
Fan Jin looked troubled.
"So, when it comes to things like natal magic weapons, you must be very careful and choose the most suitable one. You must not try to save trouble."
Mo Hua nodded slowly.
He has been thinking about the issue of magic weapons for a long time. In fact, he doesn't care what Fan Diansi says. What he cares about is actually the matter of Gushan City.
Mo Hua wanted to know what happened to Gushan City that would make this Jindan Diansi feel afraid.
But before he could ask, he heard Elder Xun Zixian calling him:
"Mo Hua, come and have tea."
"Oh, okay." Mo Hua quickly agreed.
Fan Jin also followed the call and saw that the person calling Mo Hua was actually an elder from the Taixu Sect. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extraordinary appearance and bearing. He was immediately shocked.
The status of the elder of the Eight Gates Jindan Late Stage True Successor and the early Jindan Diansi from this small place are a million miles away, and they are really a bit "unattainable".
Fan Jin wanted to build some friendship with a stern face, but the gap was too big.
He didn’t have the confidence to speak.
Just at this moment, a Daotingsi executive came to him, "Fan Diansi, Gu Diansi is looking for you, the operation is about to begin."
Fan Jin nodded, "I know." Then he said to Mo Hua clasped his fists and said, "We are destined to meet each other. I won't disturb you little brother. Let's talk again next time when we have a chance."
Mo Hua also clasped his fists and said, "The demon cultivator is cruel, Fan Diansi, be careful."< br>
"Thank you for reminding me, little brother."
After Fan Jin said that, he turned and left, but he still felt it was a pity in his heart. What a great opportunity. If he had stayed a little longer and said a few more words, maybe he would have I can establish friendship with the "big shot" of Taixu Sect.
"What a pity..."
Fan Jin took a few steps, but couldn't help but look back.
At this time, Elder Xun Zixian asked Mo Hua to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said warmly: "A Taoist friend of mine gave it to me. It's called Xueshangqing. Try it."
The tea leaves are like snow, the tea water is refreshing, and the tea flavor is fragrant.
Mo Hua picked up the tea cup, took a sip, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Elder Zixian!"
Fan Jin saw this scene and felt his head buzzing for a moment. Deep fried.
No...
That's not right.
Aren’t disciples serving tea and water to the elders? How can an elder pour tea for his disciples?
What kind of style is this in Taixu Sect?
Moreover, the one who poured the tea was an elder of the late Jindan period who was respected and knowledgeable at first glance.
This kind of great monk is afraid of being rude even when he says a good word. But he could personally pour tea for the little brother in front of him...
Fan Jinren was dumbfounded and murmured in his heart:
"Who is this little brother..."
Then he suddenly remembered that the elder just now seemed to have read this little brother's name:
Mo Hua.
"Mo Hua..."
Fan Jin frowned. He felt that the name was very familiar, as if he had heard it before. After thinking about it for a moment, his pupils trembled and he took a breath.
"Could it be...the legendary 'ink painting'..."
"That...'little monster' from Taixu Sect?"
...
< br>Half an hour later, everything was arranged properly, and the battle to exterminate the Demon Sect officially began.
But this has nothing to do with ink painting.
Elder Xun Zixian drank tea with Mo Hua, following the order of Patriarch Xun. He was not only watching Mo Hua to prevent him from running around and causing trouble, but also protecting Mo Hua from making any mistakes.
Mo Hua just drank tea honestly, and at the same time looked further away, looking in the direction of the Demon Sect, observing the development of the situation.
Many Daotingsi monks, as well as Taixu Sect elders and disciples, followed the established route, like an undercurrent, converging in the direction of the Demon Sect. At the same time, a trap was compiled to completely cover the Demon Sect's lair.
The storm is coming, and the war is imminent.
The Yanluo Mountain, which is filled with poisonous swamps and miasma, is becoming more and more dead.
Suddenly, there was a violent fluctuation, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the ground was shaking.
This is the formation outside the Demon Sect. When it is breached, a violent spiritual explosion will occur, causing vibrations.
Then the shouts of killing rang out, reaching straight into the sky.
The Jindan monks who took the lead sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and rushed towards the inside of the Demon Sect. Sword energy, spells, swords and armor collided with each other, and the power surged, and they fought together with the Demon Sect monks.
The originally clear sky gradually became filled with blood, intertwined with the strong miasma.
After the golden elixir rushes to kill, there is a large army fighting behind.
The Daoting Si Diansi led the executive, and the Taixu Sect elders led the inner disciples. They formed a formation, like a meat mincing chain, and killed the Demon Sect disciples in front of them one by one.
The spiritual power of the five elements and the blood of the demon collided and intertwined, creating a strong explosion.
Broken limbs were everywhere, flesh and blood was everywhere, and it was extremely tragic.
The blood flowed into the river and seeped into the swamp, covering the entire Yanluo Mountain with a bloody curtain.
This process is quite long.
Thousands of monks fought to the death in the poisonous swamps of the mountains and forests. Blood was spilled, swords were broken, spells were flowing in the air, and hidden weapons were floating on the ground. The scene was very grand.
I don’t know how long it took, but the fighting calmed down for a while.
Mo Hua knew that it was not that the siege was over, but that Elder Jindan and Daoting Sidiansi had taken the lead in attacking the Demon Sect.
Sure enough, a moment later, a stronger vibration came.
This kind of vibration splits mountains and rocks, and the scattered aura spreads around like wind and waves, causing the miasma of Yanluoshan to roll back and the mountains to churn.
At the same time, a violent, ferocious, and terrifying roar, like an ancient ferocious beast, echoed in Yanluo Mountain, causing hundreds of demons to be frightened and the righteous monks to panic.
Mo Hua’s pupils shrank.
"This is...a dragon roar?!"
The Four-Elephant Green Dragon Formation...
Next to Mo Hua, Elder Xun Zixian, who was in the late Jindan stage, couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this roar.
"Evil Dragon..."
(End of this chapter)