Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Chapter 115

Time flies, and another month passes.

About a hundred miles away from the largest spirit stone vein in the country, Mo Fan, Lei Wanhe and Wang Ling were sitting cross-legged in a valley.

The task that the three of them received today was to ambush the Jindan monks sent by the Six Demonic Sects to attack the mines here.

Due to the relationship between Mo Fan and Wang Ling, the three of them did not communicate.

Each of them sat cross-legged and meditated to adjust their condition.

Time flies by.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Fan, who was covering the maximum range of his consciousness, finally made a discovery.

Somewhere more than forty miles away, a ray of light was rushing towards the spirit stone vein behind them.

The person who came here was neither low nor high in cultivation. Like Wang Ling, he was in the middle stage of Golden Core.

In order not to expose his hidden strength, Mo Fan could only pretend that he didn't notice this situation, and was secretly happy in his heart.

With the cultivation levels of the three of them, it would be easy to win over this mid-stage Golden Elixir.

The only troublesome thing is, what excuse can he use to leave the body later so as not to arouse the suspicion of Lei Wanhe and the others? Mo Fan pondered.

A few breaths later, until the escaping light entered a range of thirty miles from the three of them.

After closing his eyes, Lei Wanhe suddenly opened his small eyes and said with a smile: "Here we come, a middle-stage Golden Core cultivator."

Hearing this, Mo Fan opened his eyes and looked at Lei Wanhe, waiting for his arrangement.

A few more breaths passed, and when the man entered the range of only ten miles away from the three of them.

Lei Wanhe did not wait any longer and said to Mo Fan and the others: "Let's do it!~"

His fat body swayed and turned into a silver light and rushed out first.

Mo Fan, who was afraid that Lei Wanhe would not leave his body intact, did not dare to delay. He immediately turned into a green escaping light and followed him immediately.

As the three rainbows left the valley, a circle of spiritual energy rippled.

The golden elixir cultivator from the Sixth Demonic Sect, who was rushing towards this side, finally found the three of them.

When his consciousness sensed the fluctuations of late-stage golden elixir spiritual power emanating from Lei Wanhe, his face suddenly turned pale.

At the same time, without any hesitation, he immediately turned around and ran away at full speed without looking back.

"late!"

Lei Wanhe, who was flying at the front, shouted loudly, and the silver light he transformed into became faster again.

In order not to expose himself, Mo Fan could only watch as Lei Wanhe threw him away.

In this regard, Mo Fan could only hope that this middle-stage golden elixir monk from the Sixth Demonic Sect would be more powerful, otherwise he would be instantly killed by Lei Wanhe.

Mo Fan, the other monks who had just entered the late Golden Core stage, would not have such worries, but Lei Wanhe was the most powerful Lei Xiu.

Lei Xiu has already restrained demon cultivators and ghost cultivators, but now that he is suppressed by his realm, it is difficult not to worry Mo Fan.

More than ten breaths later, Lei Wanhe successfully caught up with the demon cultivator who was in the middle stage of the golden elixir.

In an instant, streaks of electric light began to light up on his fat body, illuminating the slightly dim surroundings like daylight.

Feeling the violent fluctuations of spiritual power coming from behind, the middle-stage Jindan demon cultivator in front did not dare to hold back at all.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, then used the forbidden technique.

A thick cocoon of blood gradually solidified outside his body.

The moment the blood cocoon just formed, thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket struck over like a punishment from heaven.

"Boom--"

The moment the two touched each other, deafening loud noises were heard in all directions.

Looking at the thunder and lightning in front of him, Mo Fan once again felt worried about the demon cultivator in the middle stage of the golden elixir.

Fortunately, Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Although the blood cocoon was completely damaged by the blast, it successfully blocked the thunder and lightning attack in the end.

Seeing that his attack failed, Lei Wanhe once again mobilized the surrounding thunder spirit power to attack the man.

After a few breaths, Mo Fan finally caught up.

In just a few breaths, Lei Wanhe fought nearly ten times with the demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

The demon cultivator could barely block it at the beginning, but in the end he was completely beaten.

Seeing two more golden elixir cultivators, the demon cultivator was completely desperate, and regardless of his dignity, he looked at Lei Wanhe and begged for mercy:
"Fellow Taoists, please be merciful, I am willing to use resources in exchange for my life!"

After finishing speaking, seeing that Lei Wanhe had no intention of moving, the man immediately added:
"I can swear on my inner demons and on my Dao. If you are not at ease, I can also sign various restrictive contracts."

"I don't have many resources with me on this trip. As long as my three fellow Taoists spare my life, I can still tell them the secrets I know."

"I can spare your life. Release one-third of your soul and let us control it." Wang Ling, who arrived before Mo Fan, said with a joking smile.

"Fellow Taoist is joking. If one third of the soul is cut out, what's the difference between me and death?"

"Can't do it? Then go to hell! You're still trying to delay time." Wang Ling suddenly used his magic weapon to strike violently.

"You..., my brother...will never let...you go!"

Looking at the ice phoenix claw that penetrated from his chest, the demon cultivator looked at Wang Ling with eyes full of resentment.

Then, just before being killed, he used his last strength to take out a signal weapon from his storage bag and crush it.

The moment the magic weapon was broken, an invisible light wave spread rapidly from the place where the four people were to the surroundings.

"No, there may be other demonic monks nearby!"

After just a moment's hesitation, Lei Wanhe guessed this person's intention.

After all, the distance that such signal instruments can propagate is limited, only within a radius of two to three hundred miles.

After finishing speaking, Lei Wanhe moved towards the storage bag on the demon cultivator's waist, took it into his hand, and was about to release the pill fire to burn the corpse.

"Senior Brother Lei, wait a minute."

Seeing that he finally came across a corpse in the middle stage of the Golden Core, Mo Fan was reluctant to give up. While calling Lei Wanhe to stop, he conveniently put the corpse into a storage bag.

After the body was put into a bag, Mo Fan continued to explain:
"Junior brother, I have obtained a special skill. There is a chance that I can get some information from the corpse. I want to take it back and give it a try."

"Is that so? If that's the case, then Junior Brother Yu, let's take it back and give it a try. The corpse is useless anyway." Lei Wanhe agreed without too much doubt.

Lei Wanhe was able to agree so readily, mainly because the monk's corpse was indeed of no use to them.

Coupled with the worry that there might be other demon cultivators nearby, he didn't have time to think too much at this time.

On the other hand, Wang Ling looked at Mo Fan with some confusion.

Because when they besieged Spirit Beast Mountain last time, he also heard from other sects’ golden elixir monks afterwards that Mo Fan collected several bodies of Spirit Beast Mountain’s golden elixirs.

Other Jindan cultivators may not have taken this matter to heart, but he didn't like Mo Fan to begin with, so he still had a lot of impressions about this matter.

Combined with Mo Fan's current actions, he vaguely noticed something.

Although he is not yet sure what benefits Mo Fan can get from it, he will definitely get more information than what he said.

He decided that after he returned this time, he would investigate it carefully if he had the opportunity, and maybe he could get some benefits from it.

How could Mo Fan, who had strong spiritual consciousness, fail to notice the strange look Wang Ling had on him.

But he was not afraid of it at all.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to reveal his strength, what if Wang Ling is suspicious?Besides, he probably would never have thought that his golden finger would have such incredible functions. At most, he would have doubted that he could get some benefit from it.

As for the specific benefits he got, how could he know if he didn't take the initiative to expose it?

Of course, Mo Fan would not be so stupid as to let Wang Ling investigate without fear.

It seemed that we had to find an opportunity to kill him, and a murderous intention flashed in Mo Fan's heart.

"I'd better leave here quickly. I suddenly feel a little uneasy."

A trace of worry flashed across Lei Wanhe's fat face, and he said to Mo Fan and the other two.

"Well, what Senior Brother Lei said makes sense." Mo Fan was in a good mood after successfully collecting the body.

Not surprisingly, when he returns this time, he will be able to raise his cultivation level to the peak of the middle stage of the Golden Core, and start preparing to break through the bottleneck.

I don’t know if the bottleneck this time is still the same as last time. He is weaker than other golden elixir monks. Mo Fan is a little curious.

The three people quickly disappeared.

But not long after the three people left, a demon cultivator at the Golden Core Perfection Realm who looked very similar to the demon cultivator just now rushed over with a face full of grief and anger.

He sensed that his brother, who depended on him for life, had died!
It was just a trip with him, but the two brothers were separated forever.

He suppressed the raging anger in his heart and took out a black magic weapon that looked like a compass from his storage bag.

The only strange thing is that there is no needle on the compass.

As soon as the compass appeared, the temperature of the nearby air dropped sharply due to the cold air it emitted.

The man slashed his left wrist without hesitation and let the blood drip onto the compass.

The originally dark compass reacted quickly after the blood was incorporated into it.

A pointer gradually appeared on the originally empty compass.

Then the person stretched out the fingers of his right hand, kneaded for a while and then pointed at the compass instrument.

In an instant, the pointer on it started to rotate rapidly, and finally pointed to the position where the demon cultivator died in the middle stage of the golden elixir.

Following the compass pointer, he hovered over the place where the previous middle-stage Jindan demon cultivator finally died, and silently closed his eyes.

After sensing it for a while, he kneaded the secret again, and a thick demonic energy spread towards the surroundings.

After a breath, a face that was almost identical to the fallen middle-stage Jindan demon cultivator and composed of demonic energy appeared out of thin air.

"I hurt you because of my brother. I shouldn't have agreed to your coming." Looking at the demonic face, the man said sadly with tears in his eyes.

However, the demonic face did not respond at all to the man's words.

As soon as he appeared, he automatically looked in the direction where Mo Fan and the others left.

At the same time, three wisps of black smoke of different thicknesses floated out of his mouth.

"Don't worry, my brother will definitely avenge you!"

After confirming the direction in which the three people left, the person took a deep breath, carefully drew the demonic face to his side, and then turned into a black escaping light and chased after them quickly.

……

After half a cup of tea.

Mo Fan's expression, who was following Lei Wanhe to the base camp, suddenly changed slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

Just because his consciousness sensed the golden elixir perfect demon cultivator that was chasing behind him.

Fortunately, his cultivation level has improved some time ago, and now he will not be too weak as long as he does not meet the Nascent Soul Stage monks.

Of course, this is when he goes all out.

If he wants to maintain the state of the secret technique of shape-changing, he can still only use most of his strength.

There should be no problem against late-stage Golden Core cultivators, but against those with Perfect Golden Core cultivators, it is still a bit reluctant for the time being.

Unless he can gather the five series of flying sword magic weapons.

At that time, even if he only exerted most of his strength, he would probably be able to use the Great Five Elements Sword Formation to fight against the Golden Core Perfection cultivator.

After a few breaths.

Lei Wanhe also noticed the situation behind him, and said with a surprised expression:

"No! It's the Golden Elixir Perfection Demonic Cultivation!~"

"How did he catch up?" Hearing this, Wang Ling was also surprised.

Then he seemed to think of something and murmured: "Corpse, yes, it must be that corpse!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Mo Fan.

Lei Wanhe in front also turned to look at Mo Fan after hearing Wang Ling's words.

Even though he didn't speak, Mo Fan could easily tell from his eyes that he thought so too.

For a moment, Mo Fan had a headache.

Although he accidentally discovered through his spiritual consciousness just now that the method used by the person behind him to catch up with the three of them was the face transformed by the demonic energy, it was definitely not the body in his storage bag.

But he couldn't say these words.

It can’t be said that although I only have the early stage of Jindan cultivation, my spiritual consciousness is comparable to half-step Nascent Soul.

If these words come out of his mouth, his time in Tiannan will be over.

"Senior Brother Lei, you also know the magic cultivator's methods. He is good at many heresy. I think the method of catching him is not necessarily because of the corpse. Besides, it is too late to throw it away at this time."

After a moment's hesitation, Mo Fan forced himself to explain.

How could he be willing to throw away the corpse he got.

Looking at Wang Ling's appearance, it was obvious that he was not just throwing away the body, but was probably going to completely destroy it.

Seeing that Mo Fan was unwilling to throw away the body, Wang Ling, who had already suspected it in his mind, could not fulfill his wish and ordered again:

"Why don't you throw that body away quickly! Do you want to kill us?"

"Okay! Let's not mention this for now. Let's join forces to face the enemy. It won't be too late to escape when the time comes."

Lei Wanhe, who knew the conflict between the two, began to persuade.

"Hmph, if you don't throw it away then, don't blame us for abandoning our fellow disciples."

Knowing that this was not the time for internal strife, Wang Ling continued to talk trash and looked behind him solemnly.

Although he and Lei Wanhe have supernatural spiritual roots, their combat power is much stronger than that of monks of the same level.

But as the other party is a perfect golden elixir cultivator from the Sixth Sect of Demonic Dao, he cannot compare with the perfect golden elixir cultivator from Yue Kingdom.

But he is not too worried, this place belongs to the Riding Kingdom after all.

He expected that the opponent would not dare to stay for long, and with the strength of the three of them, it would not be difficult to block the opponent for a period of time.

Unfortunately, what happened next was far beyond Wang Ling's understanding.

A few breaths later, the demon cultivator with perfect golden elixir rushed to the three of them.

His eyes were cold, as if he were looking at a dead person. He looked at the three Mo Fans and slowly said:

"I will let you have a taste of what it feels like to have your soul taken away and your soul refined."

"Especially you!" As he said this, the man stared at Wang Ling.

(End of this chapter)