Chapter 164 Fireball (Part 2)

"Elder, find two people to protect me!"

Mo Hua said to Elder Yu, and then jumped down from the mine entrance.

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

His own spiritual consciousness also followed Mo Hua to prevent him from getting into danger.

Mo Hua didn't enter the center of the battlefield, but just found a hidden position on the edge and hid carefully.

The two demon hunters were on guard around Mo Hua.

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

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

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

The figure was a light blue, wandering around the battlefield, and it looked like a ghost when it attacked, and it was elusive.

If Mo Hua had not pushed his spiritual sense to the extreme, he would not have been able to detect this figure at all.

Mo Hua tried to lock it with his spiritual sense.

But the figure was erratic and faint, making it difficult to lock it with his spiritual sense.

Seeing more and more demon hunters falling, Mo Hua took a deep breath, forced himself to calm his mind, and entered a state of meditation where he forgot about everything.

Mo Hua tried his best to capture the light blue figure with his spiritual sense. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes lit up slightly.

Locked!

The light blue figure was looming in Mo Hua's spiritual sense, but its trajectory was clearly visible.

Mo Hua put his two fingers together and pointed forward, and a fireball spell whizzed out.

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

Near the open space, there was a demon hunter in iron armor, fighting with someone.

Suddenly, the demon hunter was alerted and felt that there was danger beside him, but the swords in his hands were entangled and he could not move.

At this moment, a dagger suddenly appeared in the gap beside the demon hunter, with a tricky angle, heading straight for his eyes.

The demon hunter had no way to avoid it, and his face was desperate for a moment.

Just at this moment, a fireball came whistling and hit the monk who attacked him.

The moment the fireball exploded, the flames spread, interrupting the sneak attack.

The monk who attacked also briefly revealed his figure.

He was a short, ordinary-looking, black-clothed monk with a sinister look.

The demon hunter took this opportunity to breathe for a moment, swept away the Qian family monks nearby with a knife, and raised his knife to chop at the black-clothed monk.

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

The demon hunter felt regretful, but also relieved. Fortunately, he had this fireball spell, otherwise his life would probably be over here.

It was a pity that he didn't catch the black monk and chop him!

After several shuttles, the black monk hid his body and continued to wander around the battlefield, but he couldn't help wondering:

"Where did the fireball spell come from?"

Most demon hunters are physical cultivators, and few are good at spells.

The spell just now was tricky and accurate. The caster should be an old hand.

Fortunately, the power was not great. It only interrupted his attack and did not cause any injuries.

But the black monk thought about it and felt something was wrong. The power of the fireball spell of the old hand could not be so low.

Is it just a coincidence?

In the melee of monks, it is inevitable that they will be hit by the spells that are everywhere. It should be just his bad luck that he was hit.

He didn't believe that someone could lock him with a spell in such a chaotic battle.

The monk in black calmed down and looked confident. He continued to look around, looking for an opportunity to attack.

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

Once was a coincidence, the second time was definitely not.

The monk in black was slightly annoyed, and his eyes quickly swept around.

To cast a spell, the monk needs to gather energy and raise his hands. He has rich experience in fighting with others and can see it at a glance.

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

The monk in black used his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings lightly, but still found nothing. He looked confused:

"Who used the fireball?"

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

Once he was distracted and used his spiritual sense for too long, he would inevitably be discovered by others, and then he would be the one in danger.

Mo Hua hid behind a big rock far away, locked it with his spiritual sense, then showed his head and cast a fireball spell, and then hid back secretly.

The black monk couldn't see him with his eyes, and the distance was far, so his spiritual sense couldn't scan him at all.

Moreover, his spiritual sense locked it twice and cast the fireball spell twice, and Mo Hua's technique became more and more proficient.

The figure of the monk hidden in his spiritual sense became clearer.

The black monk felt something was wrong.

He seemed to be spied on by someone with spiritual sense!

The battlefield was originally chaotic, the spiritual power was mixed, and the spiritual sense was also chaotic, but he hadn't noticed it yet.

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

Foundation-building monk? !

"No, it's impossible." The black-clothed monk thought to himself, "If it was a foundation-building monk spying, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all."

That must be the other ninth-level Qi Refining monks, whose spiritual consciousness is stronger than his!

But why is the power of the spell so low at the ninth level of Qi Refining?

The black-clothed monk's thoughts were in a mess.

He must find the monk who used the fireball spell! Otherwise, he would be constrained as soon as he made a move, and the situation would be bad.

The black-clothed monk was afraid and no longer acted rashly, but only wandered around the battlefield, patiently looking for clues, trying to pull Mo Hua out.

If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.

If the black-clothed monk doesn't make a move, Mo Hua doesn't have to make a move either.

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

But the black monk did not make a move, and the demon hunters on the field felt the pressure suddenly reduced, and they made moves without restraint.

The Qian family monks were under increasing pressure, and it became increasingly difficult to support.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the black monk had to make another move.

But every time he made a move, he would be interrupted by Mo Hua's fireball.

The black monk was careful and pretended to make a move, trying to see where the fireball came from. At first, he did see the general direction, but he couldn't see it the second time.

Because the subsequent fireballs were directly exploded on his face.

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

Because the number of times the spiritual sense locked more, the black monk's whereabouts became more obvious, and Mo Hua's aim became more accurate.

The black monk spat blood in his heart.

How the hell can he get more and more accurate?

He said he would slap someone in the face?

He was furious. He had been in the cultivation world for so many years, and he had always been the one to sneak attack others. Now he was attacked by someone else, and he used the fireball technique?

And it was not just once, but repeatedly!

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

The black monk was furious. In his anger, his spiritual power was a little misplaced.

The concealment technique failed for a moment.

Mo Shan, who had been watching closely, saw the flaw at a glance, flashed, came in front of the black monk, grabbed the black monk's shoulder with his big hand, squeezed it hard, and then threw it violently.

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The black monk fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood!