"What do we do now?"

Hao Xuan subconsciously looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "Go to Cheng Mo and the others first. They must still be being hunted. If they are left alone, it will probably be a disaster..."

"But..." Hao Xuan said weakly, "There are just two of us... Those traffickers must be at least twenty..."

"Did you use Taixu Ling to send a message asking for help?" Mo Hua asked.

Hao Xuan nodded, then shook his head.

"I sent it, but it was useless. This is a barren mountain. The magnetism is very weak and easily disturbed. It is also a bit far away from the sect. The news of asking for help may not be able to spread..."

Mo Hua was startled when he heard this, and tried it with Taixu Ling.

It was found that the power of the original magnetism was indeed weak, and the magnetic pattern was disturbed, and it seemed that it really could not be transmitted.

He had never asked for help before when he went out on missions. He didn't know that there was such a restriction on sending letters in Taixu's order...

Mo Hua tried it again with the messenger order given to him by Uncle Gu.

The text and ink marks are dim, flickering bright and dark.

Yuanci has obvious lag, I don't know whether it is transmitted or not, but it is obviously better than Taixu Ling.

Mo Hua was a little confused, but after thinking about it for a while, he probably figured it out.

The formation of the Taixu Order is more advanced, but it is too complicated. The message transmission is only one of the underlying functions, so it is not as effective as a single message transmission order.

The formations in the Taixu Order are controlled by the core formation hub.

The core array hub is located at the mountain gate of Taixu Gate.

The closer you are to the mountain gate, the better the magnetic signal of Taixu Ling will be. Once you are far away, the magnetic current will be weaker.

Moreover, they are now located outside the boundary of Qianxue Prefecture, separated by a state boundary, so the functions of Taixu Order and Shuanling Order will be severely limited.

It's hard to say whether it can be used...

But no matter what, the message for help must be sent out.

The ink painting then passed down the calligraphy:

"Uncle Gu, there are traffickers, more than twenty people, in the barren mountains outside Xiaoyun City..."

After that, I stopped caring about ink painting.

When asking for help, you have to give it a try, but don't expect too much.

Mo Hua asked Hao Xuandao: "Where did Cheng Mo and the others escape?"

Hao Xuan thought for a moment and pointed in the direction, "They ran towards the hill to the west..."

Mo Hua looked towards the top of the mountain.

The night was deep and pitch black, and if we tried to find it, we didn't know how long it would take.

Mo Hua asked Hao Xuan: "How is your injury?"

Hao Xuan said bitterly: "I can go with you, but I guess I can't move my hands and can't help much..."

"It's okay." Mo Hua said.

He didn't need Hao Xuan to take action.

There were many people on the other side, and with Hao Xuan's level of cultivation, it was useless to take action.

Just follow the directions.

The two of them were ready to set off, but before setting off, the two monks in black, Mo Hua, wanted to check them again and search their bodies to see what they looked like.

He wanted to know the identities of these human traffickers who dared to sell monks near the border of Qianxue State...

The black-clothed monk in the cave had his legs cut off by the golden blade formation, and was killed by Mo Hua using the fireball technique. His whole body was scorched black.

But Mo Hua's fireball technique deliberately avoided his face in order to leave a clue.

The cave is dimly lit.

The monk in black fell to the ground and had completely died.

Mo Hua approached, lifted his mask, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Under the black cloth covering his face, there was a face with rotten flesh and blood. His appearance could not be clearly seen, and even the blood was stained black.

"This is……"

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and peered carefully for a moment, feeling a little unbelievable.

"Demon energy..."

This monk in black vented his demonic energy before his death, allowing the demonic energy to rot his flesh and blood, blur his face, and pollute his spiritual power.

Don't let anyone identify him.

Mo Hua hurriedly went outside the cave again.

A black-clothed monk also died outside the cave. He was killed by the earth fire array, but at this time, his body was also corroded by the demonic energy and turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

Mo Hua felt a little cold in his heart.

This is the first time he has encountered such a thing...

After death, he destroyed his body and defiled his spiritual power without daring to reveal his identity.

but……

Mo Hua frowned.

Where did the demonic energy in them come from?

Why didn't I notice anything before?

Hao Xuan ran behind Mo Hua and saw the dirty looks of the two monks in black. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and stammered:

"These two people...why are they like this?"

Mo Hua shook his head. He looked through their storage bags again and found that except for some spiritual stones, elixirs, and commonly used standard spiritual weapons, there were no other clues to their identities in their storage bags.

"So cautious..."

Mo Hua muttered silently.

Hao Xuandao: "Then let's..."

Mo Hua said: "No matter, let's talk to Cheng Mo and the others first."

Anyway, there are more than twenty people in this group.

Two died, and many were still alive.

Mo Hua didn't believe that each of them could destroy themselves and hide their identity before death...

"Let's go." Mo Hua said.

"Oh." Hao Xuan nodded.

He couldn't understand these things, but anyway, following the ink painting, it should be correct.

After all, it was Mo Hua who saved him just now.

Hao Xuan still remembered that his father and mother had told him sincerely before he started:

"Xuan'er, although you have an ancestor named Dongxu, you are one of the one hundred and fifty-six great-great-grandchildren of your ancestor. Your ancestor may not remember who you are..."

"Your talents are not as good as those above, but more than those below, and your temperament is not ruthless enough. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to stand out in the sect."

"In that case, let's find a way to protect ourselves..."

"It doesn't matter if you can't learn other things well. Just learn Shenfa well."

"In the future, when walking in the cultivation world and encountering danger, run if you can. If you really can't run away, just follow a reliable person and don't show off on your own."

Hao Xuan had an intuition that Mo Hua was probably the kind of "reliable" monk his parents said he was.

Although he is smaller than me, has weaker cultivation than me, and is shorter than me.

But he looked very "skilled" in setting up traps to kill people and search for corpses.

Although it is a little scary, it should be right to call him "little senior brother" and follow him...

Hao Xuan nodded silently.

After that, Hao Xuan led the way, and the two of them used their physical skills to rush towards the west of the barren mountain.

Hao Xuan has the root of wind spirit. He cultivates wind body skills and his body skills are exquisite.

What surprised him was that the movement technique used in the ink painting was also very unusual. His body was light and moving like running water, and he traveled over mountains and ridges without any effort at all.

The two of them walked for half an hour and found a vast forest in front of them.

The trees were deep and dense, and the night was so dark that it was impossible to see the way ahead.

Hao Xuan couldn't recognize the way out. He looked left and right, then silently looked at the ink painting.
To be continued...