Chapter 274: Inside the village


    Mo Hua secretly dug up the corner and touched the Black Mountain Village without knowing it.


    As soon as I entered the village, a **** and pungent smell came to my face.


    It is the smell of old rotten smell and the recent blood.


    The cold and cold that penetrates the bones are mixed around.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but shivered, and then looked around and opened her mouth wide again.


    What a big copycat!


    The mountains on both sides are surrounded by the Heishan Village, and the Heishan Village is located in the middle.


    The gable that the ink painting just dug out is only a small part of the entire high wall, and there are more towering walls wherever you see.


    In addition to the high walls, the surrounding mountains have also become a natural barrier for Heishan Village.


    The entire Heishan Village is entrenched under the night sky, like an indestructible barrier, or a man-eating monster.


    Mo Hua was shocked, and then she felt a little scared.


    This is probably Tongxian City, no, maybe it is the largest sin-cultivation force in the entire Heishan Prefecture.


    If you don’t inquire in advance and call someone rashly, once you fight, you may have suffered heavy casualties.


    After that, Mo Hua began to carefully look at the pattern of Heishan Village.


    The entire Heishan Village is very large, with many buildings and houses. At a glance, there are hundreds of them, densely arranged between the surrounding valleys.


    The overall atmosphere is gloomy and evil.


    Under the dim fire, mottled blood can be seen almost everywhere on the road, on the walls, and on pillars.


    In some corners, the limbs and remains of unknown monks were also discarded.


    Some houses are lived in by the monks, while others are imprisoned by other monks, and they are likely to be plundered.


    These innocent monks were locked in an iron cage, with bones standing in shape and skinnyness, neither human nor ghost.


    Mo Hua frowned.


    "What do these sinful cultivators do when they lock the monks here? They usually kill them?"


    The sinful practice of bald heads can kill people like a slaughter. This Black Mountain Village is obviously even more evil, and the sinful practices inside are probably worse. How could they keep the lives of these monks?


    Mo Hua was a little confused and looked around for a while.


    After a while, a fierce-looking sin cultivator came over, picked up a monk with a slightly better complexion, and cut his wrist and bleed with one knife.


    The monk''s face was painful, but he couldn''t struggle. The blood dripped into the bowl, and a full bowl was dripping.


    The cultivator picked up the bowl and drank the blood in one sip, and then the blood was full of energy.


    He couldn''t help but lick his mouth, but he was still feeling a little unsatisfied.


    After a while, another sin cultivation came.


    The sinful cultivator stretched out his big hand and pressed it on a young monk''s forehead. The young monk screamed in miserable voice in an instant.


    The ink painting peeked with his spiritual sense and could see that the young monk''s spiritual power flowed backwards from his dantian, passed through the meridians, gathered on his head, and finally flowed into the body of the sinful cultivator along the palm of his hand.


    The spiritual power is retrograde, accompanied by great pain.


    So the voice of the young monk was so shrill that it was not as loud as a human voice.


    Jiu Xiu was upset when he heard it. He continued to absorb spiritual power with his right hand, but his left hand strangled the young monk''s neck and refused to let him speak.


    After he absorbed his spiritual power, the young monk slowly collapsed to the ground, with no sound, not knowing whether it was death or life.


    Later, he also came here one after another, and what he did was similar, either sucking blood or sucking spiritual power, and even more terrifying means.


    Ink paintings are like falling into an ice cellar.


    Only then did he realize that this Black Mountain Village was not the old nest for sinful cultivation at all, but the old nest for a group of evil cultivation!


    Such a large black mountain village is full of evil cultivators, hundreds of evil cultivators!


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but take a breath.


    If you commit crime and kill people and rob goods, you will seek wealth.


    And evil practitioners never treat people as human beings.


    These innocent monks locked in the iron prison are not like humans, but more like... raised animals!


    Mo Hua was both shocked and angry. After thinking about it, she could only sigh helplessly.


    I can’t save these monks.


    Don’t talk about saving it, it would be great if he could protect himself now.


    If Heishan Village is the old nest of evil cultivators, it would be much more dangerous than before.


    "Do you want to sneak back before they discover themselves?"


    Mo Hua thought about it and shook her head.


    It was already a bit of a lucky chance that I could get in this time. I might not have such good luck when I came back next time.


    Besides, although evil cultivators are dangerous, even if they are evil cultivators, as long as they still cultivate their energy, their spiritual consciousness is not as strong as ink painting, they will not be able to see through the hidden art of ink painting. As long as the hidden technique is not seen through, you are safe.


    Evil cultivators are vicious.


    But Mo Hua doesn''t plan to fight them head-on, no matter how weird and ruthless their methods are, they have no meaning.


    Ink painting breathed a little relieved.


    At present, the evil cultivator in Heishanzhai is so powerful that it has seriously threatened the safety of all demon hunters and even the entire Tongxian City.


    If they are allowed to develop for two or three hundred years and grow further, there are probably thousands of evil cultivators.


    By then, the entire casual cultivator in Tongxian City will probably be the animals they raise.


    The chill oozed from the heart of the ink painting.


    While they don’t know that they will hide their skills and have sneaked in, it’s best to find out the old background of these evil cultivators.


    Then go out and call people, make careful plans, and take them all in one fell swoop, otherwise there will be endless disasters.


    The idea of ??ink painting has been decided, and I have begun to consider what to do.


    "First of all, the most important thing is to determine whether there are evil cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage!"


    Only evil cultivators in the foundation-building stage can see through their hidden art.


    In other words, as long as you do not encounter evil cultivators in the foundation-building world, the risk will not be too great even in this black mountain village where evil cultivators are everywhere.


    Then where should the evil cultivator of foundation-building be?


    Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and then used his understanding of the formation to start to reverse the pattern of Heishanzhai.


    The formation pattern of the An family was seen through by Mo Hua.


    The artifact refining and alchemy refining steps in the south of the city were designed by Mo Hua himself and built on the formation.


    So I am quite good at ink painting in this way.


    After calculating for a while, Mo Hua knew it roughly.


    Heishan Village is divided into front villages and back villages.


    The front village is in front, and Mo Hua has been invisible for a long time. It is basically all evil cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage. Although most of the cultivation is at the eight or nine levels of Qi Refining, it has not built a foundation.


    The formations used in the Qianzhai are relatively simple, mainly in first-grade single formations, and many formations are even less than first-grade.


    Some basic buildings such as dining buildings, prisons, and living rooms are all in Qianzhai.


    The formation of the back village is relatively much more complicated.


    The main one-grade civil and wood complex formations are all first-grade single formations, and there is a separate wall between them, which is obviously much more important than the front village.


    Mo Hua still solved a small formation and sneaked into the back camp.


    With the technique of concealment and the steps of the water, ink paintings shuttled between the roof and beams, while looking around.


    Compared with the front village, the back village is relatively quieter and more solemn.


    The smell of blood is not that heavy, but it is also more depressing.


    The house is bigger and more exquisite.


    But this exquisiteness carries some yin energy.


    As Mo Hua walked, he suddenly heard the voices and immediately found a beam of house and lay down.


    The two of them seemed to be talking in the room, but they seemed to have a deep relationship and were quite cold in their words.


    Mo Hua took a secret look down.


    Only see the table below and the wine and meat on the table.


    Mo Hua guessed that the two of them had a different identity, because they had the best meal.


    It is better than all evil practitioners outside.


    Seeing that they didn''t notice themselves, Mo Hua thought they were qi-refining monks, and then turned his head and looked down at the two of them.


    Among the two, one of them was a middle-aged monk with a cold expression.


    The other man was a strong man with a big waist and round waist, with slightly red eyes and bloodshot inside.


    Mo Hua only glanced at it, and his eyes just touched the strong man like a dragonfly.


    The strong man''s eyes suddenly opened, bloodshot in his eyes became deeper, and his anger suddenly became strong, and he said, "Who is it?"


    (This chapter ends)