Chapter 247 Interrogation
Concealment technique!
Mo Hua has been coveting this spell for a long time.
When I first saw Diao Laosan use this magic, I wanted to learn ink painting.
Although Elder Yu said that he was a little Five Elements Spiritual Root and was not suitable for learning this magic, how could he know if he didn’t try it?
He had previously thought that the hidden monk had been killed by a random knife, and he couldn''t help but feel a little regretful.
But he didn''t expect that he would appear again now, which was an unexpected surprise.
Since it appears, don’t think about running away.
Ink painting must ask about the magic tricks of concealment.
He has now refined Qi at the seventh level, and his body skills are temporarily enough, but his spell only knows one fireball technique.
The power is not as good as the top and more than the bottom. I can only say it is just the right one.
But the spiritual roots of the Mohua are not good, and the skills do not add spiritual power, so the power of the spell will not be very strong. Even if you learn another attack spell, it will be meaningless.
Ink painting wants to learn some more practical spells.
Concealment is more suitable.
The powerful spiritual consciousness can conceal the breath and be difficult to be perceived by others, while the concealment technique can conceal the body and not be seen by others.
The ink painting has a strong sense of spiritual consciousness, and if you learn a hidden technique, you will basically protect yourself.
Practice Taoism and seek immortality. Since you seek immortality, you must first live.
Diao Laosan was twisted by Yu Chengyi, and his head was sweating profusely. He heard this and said angrily: "Don''t think about it!"
I fell into the hands of this little ghost again and again, hoping to kill him, so how could I give him the hidden technique?
Mo Hua hummed, "Don''t toast and not eat the punishment!"
Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.
Mo Hua looked at him, and suddenly his eyes lit up and asked Yu Chengyi, "Uncle Yu, where is his storage bag?"
If the cultivator is arrested, the storage bag will be taken down regardless of life or death, and will be marked.
Yu Chengyi searched for a while, took out a storage bag embroidered with blue water patterns, and threw it to the ink painting.
Mo Hua poured out all the things in the storage bag.
There are two spare daggers, one is a first-grade spiritual weapon, and the other is not. I guess it is just a temporary use.
Several bottles of poison, with words on them, with the name of the poison written on them, were used to apply them to the dagger.
There are also several bottles of antidote. Although they are not written, the color of the bottle corresponds to the poison one by one.
There are also several books such as martial arts and Taoism, but after a quick look at the ink painting, they are all bad things.
There is no magic trick for concealing.
Mo Hua frowned, "Where did you hide the magic formula?"
Diao Laosan gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard, I won''t tell you!"
"Do you still dare to scold me?" Mo Hua raised her eyebrows, pulled out a thousand-pound stick with her backhand, and said angrily: "Look, I won''t smash your mouth!"
Yu Chengyi quickly stopped him, "Don''t be tired."
Ink painting is not physical cultivation, but not good at physical cultivation. It is really possible that you will hurt yourself.
Besides, there are so many demon hunters here, so how can he use him to do it?
Several other demon hunters went up to beat Diao Lao San.
Theirs have been guarding the spirit mine and have seen many of their companions fall under Diao Laosan''s sinister dagger. They are naturally full of resentment in their hearts, and they just vent their anger at this time.
After almost the fight, Yu Chengyi called for a stop.
Mo Hua continued to ask, "Do you say it?"
Diao Lao San spit out a mouthful of blood and said softly: "If I say it, can I let my life go?"
Mo Hua snorted coldly: "What kind of dreams do you have in spring and autumn?"
He raised two small fingers and continued, "You have only two choices. One is to be honest. We will send you to Daotingsi, whether you are dead or alive, see how Daotingsi judges..."
"Second, if you don''t say it, you will kill you now. Anyway, you are a sinful practitioner, and you will die in vain if you die." Diao Laosan said coldly: "Everything and every other way, why should I say it?"
He knew very well that the crime he committed would definitely die if he fell into the hands of Daotingsi.
"One is likely to die, and the other is death now, and the difference is huge."
Mo Hua explained to him: "If you join the Daoting Department, if you bribe Dian Department, you may not be sentenced to death. If you bribe the Chief Secretary, you may be acquitted. In the least, you can bribe the prison guards and try to escape..."
Diao Laosan rolled his eyes. If he had this ability and could bribe the Chief Secretary, how could he fall into the position of becoming a bandit?
I have long been able to become the leader of the family or the head of the sect, and at the very least, I can become an elder.
Diao Laosan sneered in his heart and still refused to speak.
Seeing this, Mo Hua could only regretfully say, "Then you can get on the road."
These sins are not worth mercy, but death is pure. As for magic, he will find another way, and it is not necessary to conceal the art.
Mo Hua looked at Yu Chengyi, and Yu Chengyi nodded and ordered:
"Drag it aside and kill it with random knife."
A demon hunter came over, grabbed the chain with his big hand, dragged Diao Laosan into the woods on the side.
Diao Lao San was dragged halfway through and suddenly reacted: "I''m going to die now!"
He lived for more than a hundred years and thought about his own way of dying countless times, but he didn''t care about it at that time.
Now that he is truly facing death, he realizes the fear of death.
The boundless fear instantly swallowed him, and his toughness that he would never speak collapsed in an instant, and his mind was instantly disintegrating.
At this moment, he just thought, even if it was a day or even an hour.
As long as you don’t die now, you will die tomorrow, even if you die next time, it will be better than death now.
Death in the Daotingsi is better than being cut to death by random knives and thrown to feed monsters.
Diao Lao San hurriedly shouted: "I said! I said!"
Mo Hua was excited when she heard this, "Wait a minute!"
The demon hunter dragged Diao Lao San back and threw it in front of the Mo Hua.
Diao Laosan''s expression was already depressed and his aura was dying.
Seeing this, Mo Hua said in confusion: "Isn''t it okay to say it earlier? Why are you going to be beaten more often? Are you a shameful person..."
Diao Laosan was angry and vomited blood again.
Yu Chengyi whispered to Mo Hua: "Say less and don''t **** him to death."
"Oh." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked the important matter: "Where is the magic trick of concealment?"
Diao Laosan completely surrendered, felt the great fear of death, and his heart also dissipated, and said honestly:
"In those Taoist books, there is a book called "Flame Fist", from pages 19 to pages 54, which records... concealment."
Mo Hua searched for the things in his storage bag again, and found a book with old folds from a bunch of Taoist scriptures.
After turning to page 19, I found that the contents of the previous and subsequent texts were indeed very different.
The fire-based martial arts and Taoism in the body were still used to refine the body. After nineteen pages, it suddenly became a hidden water-based spiritual magic.
And there are indeed small characters marked between the lines of the book:
Concealment technique.
Mo Hua was overjoyed and looked at Diao Laosan. He thought to himself that he was worthy of being an old monk. His mind was indeed cunning and he hid his precious magic spells in ordinary body-refining Taoist techniques.
It is dark under the lamp, so it is naturally not easy to be noticed.
Mo Hua put the "Fire Fist" hidden with concealing magic tricks into his storage bag with satisfaction. Suddenly he frowned and thought to himself:
He hid the hidden art in "Flame Fist". Will he also hide any other magic in another book?
Ink painting began to look through other Taoist books again, reading them page by page, and finally he discovered something abnormal.
In a Taoist martial arts book called "Fast Sand Palm", it records another magic that has never been heard of ink painting:
Water prison technique.
Mo Hua raised her eyebrows, buy one free!
?Thank you for Ze Yuan and An Ye Xingchen’s reward~
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(This chapter ends)