Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Chapter 49 Bold Ideas

The middle-aged Taoist priest checked around and made sure that no one was there before he hid safely not far from Mo Fan.

Seeing that the middle-aged Taoist priest ten feet away had not noticed him at all, Mo Fan was once again amazed by his ability to hide.

Resisting the urge to make a sneak attack, he waited silently.

Time passed quickly, and half an hour passed quickly again.

Perhaps the peripheral hunting is almost done.

The surviving disciples from the seven major sects began to rush towards the gate one after another.

A male cultivator from Huadaowu who was at the top of the twelfth level of Qi Refining slowly touched over with a wary face.

There was no room for him to be careless. The team leader who promised to return soon has not returned yet, and he didn't know what happened, which made him feel very uneasy.

He did not immediately think that the leader who had not returned was dead.

After all, the seven major sects only brought in a total of seven perfect Qi refining monks this time.

This is only the second day, and before the last day, it is almost impossible for a strong man at this level to fight for his life at this time.

As long as these people don't fight each other, the probability of a Qi Refining Perfection dying in the periphery is extremely low.

The male cultivator from Huadaowu thought more that the team leader had encountered some trouble and was trapped somewhere, or that he had chased people too far.

As the male cultivator of Huadaowu got closer to the gate, the middle-aged Taoist priest of Qingxu Sect who was hiding not far from Mo Fan also made a move.

He didn't wait for someone to come in front of him before suddenly attacking like Mo Fan did.

But when the male cultivator of Huadaowu was still twenty or thirty feet away from the gate, he jumped out with a "whoosh".

He took a few steps and covered a distance of dozens of feet in an instant. Before the male cultivator from Huadaowu could react, he was in front of him.

"Chong!~"

The sound of a long sword being unsheathed came out.

A dazzling silver light flashed from behind the middle-aged Taoist priest, and the long sword behind him struck hard on the defensive shield of the Huadaowu male cultivator in an instant.

"Click!~", "Click!~"

There were sounds like breaking porcelain.

The middle-aged Taoist priest cut the entire defensive shield of the Huadaowu male cultivator into pieces with just one sword strike.

Fortunately, the male cultivator of Huadaowu was always vigilant and summoned the defensive weapon as soon as he reacted.

The moment the shield was shattered, a small buckler stood in front of him.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest's second sword also arrived.

"Bang!~" There was a loud noise, and the small buckler was almost knocked over directly. The male cultivator of Huadaowu was so frightened that he quickly took out a defensive talisman and stuck it on his body.

An earth-type defensive spell that exuded earth-yellow light covered him again.

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't care about this.

With one step, his figure disappeared in front of the male cultivator of Huadaowu. When he appeared again, he was already behind him.

Just as the small round shield of the Huadaowu male cultivator was struggling to get around from the front, the middle-aged Taoist priest's figure flashed again and was in front of him again.

Repeatedly, the middle-aged Taoist priest took advantage of his pace and appeared in front, back, and left of the male cultivator of Huadaowu at any time.

Every time it appears, it is struck with a sword.

One sword after another continued to strike, and dozens of swords struck out in the blink of an eye.

Facing the first few swords, the male cultivator of Huadaowu could barely keep up. In the end, he could only look at the sword lights coming towards him from all directions with a face filled with despair.

"Chong!~"

After slashing dozens of swords, the middle-aged Taoist priest thrust his long sword behind him and stopped in front of the male cultivator of Huadaowu.

At this time, although the male cultivator of Huadaowu still maintained his final defensive posture, he still had no breath at all.

As a gust of breeze blew by, the male cultivator of Huadaowu fell into pieces and fell to the ground.

"Fuck!" Seeing this, Mo Fan, who had already made a big detour, cursed secretly.

Just kill people. Do you have to chop people into so many pieces to show that you are very capable?

You are a Taoist priest, not a pervert!But now that the matter was over, he had no choice but to try to piece the body together and see if he could extract it.

If he couldn't, he would have to kill the middle-aged Taoist priest and waste his own body.

"Taoist brother, wait a minute!" Seeing the middle-aged Taoist priest picking up the storage bag and using a fire bomb to burn the body, Mo Fan quickly rushed over.

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned his head and looked at Mo Fan, who was coming quickly.

"What does this fellow Taoist know about?" He discovered that Mo Fan had also completed Qi refining, and the middle-aged Taoist priest's face turned slightly solemn. He had not noticed this person beforehand.

"Alas~, this person is a distant relative of an old friend of mine. We have met him several times, but I didn't expect that he would end up dead."

Mo Fan, who came over, sighed deeply when he saw the body of the male cultivator from Huadaowu that was reduced to more than a dozen pieces.

"What, fellow Taoist want to avenge Li on his behalf?" The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned and looked at Mo Fan.

At this time, he didn't want to fight with his peers. As the leader of this trip, he didn't just kill people.

The main task is to collect herbs.

"That's not true. After all, we have met several times. I can't bear to see him disappear like this. Let's leave him a complete...leave a body."

Mo Fan shook his head. He originally wanted to keep the whole body, but after looking at the body divided into more than a dozen sections, he had to change his mind.

Seeing that Mo Fan did not cause trouble for him, the middle-aged Taoist priest secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the torn corpse and said with a slight embarrassment:

"Pindao didn't know that this person was related to fellow Taoists at the time, so he didn't hold anything back."

"It doesn't matter. Since you are here to participate in the blood ban trial, you must be prepared to die. I will go down to find my fellow disciples, so I won't bother Dao brother."

After putting away the body of the male cultivator of Huadaowu, Mo Fan bowed his hands and left the same way.

After seeing that Mo Fan had indeed left, the middle-aged Taoist priest returned to his previous hiding place with a slightly confused look on his face.

Escaped from the middle-aged Taoist priest's gaze, Mo Fan turned around and came to another hiding place.

He took out all the body fragments of the Huadaowu male cultivator from the storage bag, and after piecing them together, he finally restored them to their original appearance.

"The peak of the twelfth level of Qi refining looks quite young. What's the best thing to extract?"

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Mo Fan pondered.

He no longer needs his cultivation. Even if it can help him build a foundation, he cannot build a foundation here.

The main reason is that the time required to build the foundation is not short.

If it exceeds five days, he will be trapped for five years. Not to mention how much time he wastes, whether he can survive here for five years is a question.

Extract consciousness?

Divine consciousness is okay. The stronger this thing is, the better. There is no upper limit.

By the way, after a monk breaks through to foundation building, his mana and spiritual consciousness will be qualitatively strengthened. Can he directly break through his spiritual consciousness first?

A bold idea suddenly came to Mo Fan's mind.

This was not just his imagination, but after absorbing part of the consciousness of the Huadaowu leader, he vaguely realized that his consciousness was not far from reaching the bottleneck.

Although this person's cultivation level is only at the peak of the twelfth level of Qi refining, the gap between his spiritual consciousness and that of a monk who has perfected Qi refining is actually not very big.

If the spiritual consciousness of a monk who has perfected Qi Refining is one hundred feet, then the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator at the top of the twelfth level of Qi Refining is at least eighty feet.

At present, Mo Fan's consciousness is about 130 feet, which is not far from the one mile range in the early stage of foundation building.

The difference between the spiritual consciousness at the early stage of foundation building and the spiritual consciousness at the completion of Qi refining is not big, only a few tenths of a time difference.

It's not like the gap between the perfection of Foundation Establishment and the early stage of Golden Core, which is at least two or three times different.

Breaking through in advance is really not his wishful thinking.

This person's consciousness was lower than his own, and he was killed by others.

If Goldfinger's ability was as he had guessed before, if he could extract divine consciousness this time, he would definitely be able to extract all of his divine consciousness.

I am afraid that I can really break through this bottleneck of spiritual consciousness and possess the spiritual consciousness of the early stage of foundation building in advance!Mo Fan's eyes lit up and he was eager to try.

　Thanks to: "Retro Serving" for the [-]-coin reward! !

　　
　
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