Chapter 84 Underworld Fire

The weapon-refining disciples and the Qian family disciples started fighting, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

In Tongxian City, generally speaking, in the middle stage of Qi Refining, about the fifth to sixth level of cultivation, one can learn the Taoist methods for attack.

The Taoist methods used by cultivators for attack are divided into two categories, one is the martial arts Taoist methods learned by physical cultivation, and the other is the magic Taoist methods learned by spiritual cultivation.

Physical cultivation focuses on physical training, using a strong physical body to conduct spiritual power and attack at close range; spiritual cultivation specializes in magic, using spiritual consciousness to control spiritual power to condense magic, and cast spells remotely.

There are also cultivators who cultivate both the spirit and the body, but such cultivators need two unique conditions:

First, they need to have good talent, including high-quality spiritual roots and excellent physical training qualifications; second, they need to have a good family background, with a profound cultivation heritage, which can adjust the conflict between physical and spiritual cultivation. At the same time, it is best if the family has several spiritual mines and endless spiritual stones...

The majority of cultivators in the cultivation world are not destined to cultivate both the spirit and the body. Some large families can't even produce a seedling who cultivates both the spirit and the body for several generations, let alone the remote Tongxian City.

Whether it is a casual cultivator or a cultivator from a small family, they can only choose one to cultivate. Either focus on refining the body and become a physical cultivator, or focus on magic and become a spiritual cultivator.

The advantages of physical cultivators in the Qi Refining period are far greater than those of spiritual cultivators. As long as they are not born with a particularly poor physique, such as Mo Hua, they will choose the path of physical cultivation and become a physical cultivator.

So the battle at this time is basically a melee of physical cultivators.

There were a few disciples of the Qian family who were practicing spiritual cultivation, but before they could cast a spell, they were rushed in front of and knocked down with a punch.

The melee between physical cultivators was basically a fistfight, with each punch hitting the flesh, supplemented by spiritual power of different attributes. There was a colorful light entwined between each punch and palm, which looked quite handsome.

This was the first time that Mo Hua saw such a large-scale battle of cultivators, and he was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he remembered what he should do?

What to do?

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that there was only one thing he could do - run!

In a group of cultivators fighting, he was so weak that he could escape unscathed. Not burdening everyone is the greatest contribution!

Mo Hua was ready to run away, but after walking a few steps, he found that his shoulder was grabbed by someone. Mo Hua struggled, but he couldn't get away. Instead, a pair of cold hands pinched his neck.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Qian Xing looking at him coldly.

As if he was the murderer of his father.

"Stop it!" Qian Xing shouted in a sinister voice.

Everyone stopped and split up. The disciples of the Qian family covered their arms, wiped the blood, and stood behind Qian Xing in a mess, while Dazhu and the others stood in front of Qian Xing and confronted them.

Mo Hua saw this scene and felt cold in his heart: "It's over, the situation I least want to see has happened!"

Originally, Dazhu and the others had the upper hand, but now that he was caught, everyone was afraid to act rashly, and the situation was not good.

Dazhu looked at Qian Xing and said expressionlessly: "Let him go! Otherwise you're dead!"

"You can't beat him, so you play dirty, coward!"

"If you have the guts, fight again..."

A group of weapon-refining disciples also said angrily.

Qian Xing sneered: "You only know how to fight and kill, you deserve to be lowly for the rest of your life. I've already called people, and the guards from the family will come later, and none of you can escape."

"What do you want?" Dazhu shouted.

"How is it?" Qian Xing smiled and tightened his grip on Mo Hua's neck. "Don't worry, I won't kill him now. Killing him will dirty my hands. Although I'm not afraid of Dao Tingsi, I don't want to bother. I just need to take him up the mountain, hang him on a tree, attract a few monsters, eat his flesh bite by bite, and let him die in pain. Only then can I relieve my hatred. Even if Dao Tingsi wants to investigate, people are eaten by monsters, so they can't hold me responsible."

Da Zhu's eyes were red with anger: "Bastard, you dare!"

"You dare to call me a bastard? Who are you?" Qian Xing laughed in anger. "Okay, then you guys kneel in front of me, slap yourself and end your life, and I won't kill him. How about it? Don't you like to stand out? I'll give you this chance."

Qian Xing pinched Mo Hua's neck and threatened: "Kneel, if you don't kneel, I'll kill him now!"

Da Zhu and others were at a loss, feeling angry and humiliated.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said hoarsely: "Qian Xing... don't push your luck!"

"Push your luck? I gave you face and said it to you in a nice voice, but you didn't agree. You made such a fuss, and you still blame me for pushing your luck?" Qian Xing said, "I lost such a big person today, it's reasonable to save face with a few lives, right?"

Mo Hua's childish voice was cold:

"Then you are looking for death!"

Qian Xing laughed instead of being angry: "You are a kid at the fourth level of Qi Refining, who doesn't learn martial arts and doesn't know magic. What can you do to me? You said I'm looking for death, okay, I want to see what you want me to do today..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Xing saw a stream of bright red ink splashing on his face. In a hurry, he could only raise his right hand to block it, but he still couldn't block it. Several streams of ink splashed on his eyes, along the slits of his eyes, and seeped into his eyes. His eyes instantly felt burning pain.

It was the fire spirit ink used to draw formations!

Qian Xing was furious. He endured the pain in his right eye and used his left hand to strangle Mo Hua. But because of the pain, his left hand relaxed for a moment, and Mo Hua took the opportunity to break free.

Qian Xing continued to reach out to grab him. Mo Hua knew that he could not escape, so he turned around and jumped up and kicked Qian Xing.

But when he kicked Qian Xing, Qian Xing did not move at all, and did not even feel a trace of pain. Instead, Mo Hua was shocked by the reaction force and flew backwards.

Mo Hua retreated backwards and finally fell to the ground. He took advantage of the situation to roll a few times, and then lay on the ground with his hands covering his head.

Seeing him like this, Qian Xing couldn't help laughing, "Now you know who is a waste, right?"

He continued to move forward, trying to catch Mo Hua before Dazhu.

But just as he took a step forward, Qian Xing suddenly felt a burning sensation on his chest. He looked down and saw that someone had stuffed a piece of paper into his arms. There were seven array patterns drawn on the paper. The array patterns were drawn with bright red ink, and the red color of the ink became more and more glaring, even bright red.

Is this... an array?

Before Qian Xing had time to figure it out, he heard a deafening roar.

The array exploded.

In front of Qian Xing, a strong spiritual power fluctuation surged without warning, with a burning sensation and heart-wrenching pain, directly drowning him.

His Taoist robe burned to ashes, and the spiritual weapon heart mirror on his chest also cracked. The scorching air waves surged to his face, burning him beyond recognition. The whole person was also pushed away by the aftermath of the explosion, and he stopped after smashing several stalls.

The street was instantly quiet.

Several disciples of the Qian family were affected and lay on the ground wailing.

Dazhu and other monks were shocked to see Mo Hua lying on the ground with his head in his hands, looking a little embarrassed, and Qian Xing, whose body was burnt black and no longer in human form, and they were speechless for a while.

The sound of the explosion and the spiritual power fluctuations also alarmed the monks nearby, and more and more monks rushed over here.