Chapter 705 Demonic Bone


    This idea was bewitched by the words of the ink painting, and the divine thoughts were deepened, which was deeply imprinted in Master She''s heart.


    Master She''s eyes were filled with a moment of loss of mind.


    It seems that something is growing in my heart...


    And Mo Hua didn''t realize that when he was just speaking, he had unconsciously used the method of "sowing demons in the heart of Tao".


    But this kind of demon planting with the Taoist heart is still very superficial, and it is not really like a treacherous Taoist, planting "demonic thoughts" in the hearts of others.


    And just using words to shake others'' hearts of Tao, to a certain extent, a trace of "seed" of distorted cognition has been planted in the hearts of others.


    This is a complex and obscure method of divine thoughts.


    Ink paintings in the past, I didn’t know at all.


    But now it has swallowed a large amount of divine essence, and the divine consciousness has further changed qualitatively, and divine nature and human nature are integrated into the heart of Tao.


    Ink painting is already possible, and I use some divine thought methods that I have seen but don’t know where to learn.


    For example, this kind of "Dao Heart Demon" without demonic thoughts...


    "I''m a traitor."


    Master She''s eyes were in a trance for a moment, his pupils were out of focus, and after a moment he returned to normal. He only silently remembered this sentence in his heart and believed it without doubt.


    "I''m already a traitor."


    “I betrayed the Lord of God.”


    “You can’t let the Lord of God know.”


    "You can''t tell me about this little Hell... Otherwise, the God Lord will know about me ''inducing the wolf into the house''..."


    Yes, this "Little King of Hell" is right.


    Whether you are intentional, unintentional, intentional, or accidentally, you are a "leader" who leads the tiger into the mountains and forests.


    Leading the way is a party that is not to be cherished.


    The Lord of God will not reason with himself, nor will he listen to his own explanation.


    Once you are known by the Lord of God, you will face a more terrible punishment than death.


    Master She thought everything himself and straightened it out.


    Keeping the secret for this little Hell is saving your life for yourself!


    "Do you understand?" Mo Hua asked.


    Master She looked pale and his voice was hoarse, but he said firmly:


    "Understood!"


    The ink painting is very satisfied.


    This Master She is quite sensible, and there may be other causes and effects on him, so I can spare his life.


    As long as he keeps his mouth shut.


    Then Mo Hua was about to get up and leave, but suddenly remembered another thing and said to Master She, "Talk the Shinto Formation to me."


    Master She was shocked.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were sharp, "It''s on you."


    There are many traces of shrine formations inside and outside the fishing village.


    Along the way, whether it is opening the door, opening the altar, offering sacrifices or entering a dream, most of them are related to the formation patterns, and these formation patterns are also in the hands of Master She.


    So this Master She must not be a simple evil formation master.


    He stayed in this fishing village. In addition to refining evil pills, he was likely to be responsible for the maintenance and repair of evil formations and the divine formations.


    In this way, he may have a complete array diagram of the Shinto formation.


    Master She was stared at by ink painting and dared not hide it. He smiled bitterly:


    "I really don''t have this."


    Mo Hua didn''t believe it, "Then where did you learn your evil formation?"


    Master She gave up and stopped hiding it, but he still said with piety:


    "This is all passed on to us by the Lord of God through dreams. Whether we learn or draw, we must borrow the Lord of God''s great divine thoughts..."


    "Otherwise, I will not be able to master these advanced formations by myself."


    Ink painting frowned.


    Passing the Dharma in dreams?


    Borrowing the drawing array?


    Are these all the methods of the evil gods of the Great Wilderness?


    Mo Hua looked at Master She and found that he looked frightened and should not have told any lies, but Mo Hua still felt that there was a hint of incongruity.


    The Shinto formation is a formation that restrains the gods.


    Why is it taught by the evil god?


    And don’t the gods know how to form?


    How do you borrow evil thoughts?


    So, can the crossing river dragon draw blood-colored unsealed array patterns at the wellhead because it borrows some kind of "evil thought"?


    "Borrow evil thoughts..."


    Ink paintings have a lot of thoughts.


    Master She looked at Mo Hua''s thoughtful look, and I wonder if he had thought of something or was making some bad ideas, and I felt a little scared in my heart.


    Fortunately, Mo Hua didn''t ask anything at the end, but just said lightly, "Let''s go."


    Master She felt relieved.


    Everyone left the River God Temple and set off to walk back. Along the way, they found the scene of the fishing village, which was different from when they came.


    The depressing atmosphere became much weaker.


    The smell of fishy and **** smell is gradually dissipating.


    The many flesh and blood demons in the dojo suddenly became lost, as if they were pulled out of their souls, turning into groups of walking corpses, struggling almost instinctively instinctively.


    The evil spirits in the blood leech quagmire were also shriveled to death.


    The quagmire has become an ordinary quagmire.


    God takes things as the foundation.


    But once the "God" dies, the level of "things" will slowly disappear.


    The entire fishing village, or the "judicial hall" of the evil gods, has begun to decline.


    However, Mo Hua obviously doesn''t want to let go of this evil god''s sacred temple.


    When you come, you need to be careful.


    But now, the nightmare has been shattered, the River God Temple has collapsed, the River God has been beheaded, and the evil **** has also been "eated".


    In this fishing village, there is no one, any god, or even anything that can pose a threat to ink painting.


    Ink painting became bolder and began to search for things like a locust passing through the border.


    Anything weird is all in your pocket.


    No trace of formation is left out on the floor tiles, stone pillars, squares, and roads.


    Even the land was turned over.


    Under the instructions of Mo Hua, the monks of the Gu family and even Master She began to dig the ground little by little, turning the fishing village to the sky.


    The array patterns were discovered by the ink painting, and they were knocked down one by one, and finally pieced together into a complete array.


    In this way, Mo Hua used his own way and his profound understanding of the formation, and initially restored a real shrine formation with both array patterns, array pivots and array eyes, and formed a system of its own system!


    The monks of the Gu family admired him and thought that this young master Mo was really pragmatic and studious, and took advantage of every opportunity to concentrate on studying the formation.


    No wonder he is so young, he is already a small formation master who is valued by Mr. Changhuai.


    Only Master She looked incredible.


    He knew that this was impossible.


    The formation taught by the gods is so easy to restore...


    This is not as simple as gathering the array patterns.


    Before this, he had never seen any formation master who could have the ability to restore the formation in this way...


    There must be a deeper way of learning a formation.


    Master She was shocked.


    This young master... His formation attainments may be much more terrifying than he thought before!


    This is not only a demon of divine thoughts, but also a real demon of formations...


    Master Xu was afraid and dared not have any other ideas. He was respectful and even humble.


    Restored a pattern of formations and the ink painting was very happy.


    The fishing village was almost overturned, and the ground was even like a rake plow, and there was nothing else good.


    Ink painting is satisfied.


    Everyone continued to return the same way, walked across the bridge, and came to the near the large fishing house in Qian Village.


    Several monks of the Gu family were stationed here, guarding Jianglong and several other men in black. Because they were far away, they were in peace.


    After the group met, they stopped hesitating and walked directly outside the fishing village with the man in black.


    After walking for a while, he entered the dry shaft, and a deep pool was blocked in front of him. There was the powerful water demon in the pool.


    There was a monk from the Gu family who wanted to use the same trick again and threw the spotted fish into the pool.


    Mo Hua shook her head and said, "No need."


    When I came, I was afraid of alerting the snake, so I was chased by the water demon across the river, and even fell down.


    Mo Hua is a little vengeful.


    "I draw the formation, burn the water dry first, and then everyone takes action together to kill the water demon!"


    A gentleman will not avenge overnight revenge!


    Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then began to set up the formation.


    He was not too arrogant, and used his spiritual sense to set up the formation, but first used the array plate to set up several earth fire arrays, wrote it himself, and drew several pairs of Lihuo arrays on bricks and stones.


    After that, the formation was opened, and the fire filled the face, and the heat waves were overwhelmed.


    The water in the entire pool became hot, the pool was burning and boiling, and the strong water vapor rose.


    After a while, a roar came from the bottom of the water.


    The water demon soaked in boiling water, struggling and roaring in the water, but its skin was thick and thick, and the boiling water could not hurt it, so it could only temporarily be in dire pain.


    In less than half an hour, the pool water was burned dry.


    The ugly and ferocious water monster was lying at the bottom of the pool, with a pair of yellow-green eyes glaring at everyone.


    Mo Hua waved his hand, and a dozen monks of the Gu family rushed forward.


    When they came, they were chased by the water demon. There was also a comrade who had half of his legs gnawed by the water demon, and his stomach was also irritated. He was not at all polite at all.


    The water demon has lost water and his strength has been greatly reduced. The Gu family monks cooperated tacitly, attacking or defending, and were quite organized. In just one stick of incense, they slaughtered this second-grade peak water demon.


    Gu An used the knife and cut open the water demon''s abdomen.


    The inside is smelly and has undigested bones. It is obvious that people are often fed by humans. At the bottom of this well, I don’t know how many monks have eaten.


    Killing it can also be considered as eliminating the harm.


    Then, under the guidance of the ink painting, the Gu family endured the fishy smell and "dismembered" the water demon.


    They are not demon hunters, so how to peel materials must also follow the instructions of ink painting.


    The ink painting was directing the way, explaining clearly where to cut the knife, where to open the scales, where to pick the bones, where to peel the flesh.


    This water monster was stripped of flesh and blood, and was elixired with bones and elixirs, and died clearly.


    After peeling off the material, Gu An handed a light blue demon pill and a long white spine to Mo Hua.


    "The second-grade peak water demon elixir is refined by an alchemy furnace and burns the foul air of demon power and filth. It can be used as medicine and is worth a lot of spiritual stones."


    "This spine is also a good thing, full of water and hard bones. It is the best material for refining spiritual swords."


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Refining the Spiritual Sword?"


    Gu An nodded.


    They are not demon hunters, and they are not familiar with hunting monsters and stripping materials.


    But they were from the Gu family and worked in Daotingsi, so they are quite proficient in the understanding and use of monster materials.


    "If a spiritual sword requires a sword embryo, it is usually made of gold and stone, or demon bones as the base material. It is easy to obtain gold and stone, but the best demon spine is rare."


    "This water demon has the peak strength of the second-grade level. I don''t know how long it has lived. Its spine is used as a sword embryo, which is most suitable."


    Sword embryo?


    Ink painting''s heart moved.


    He also wanted to be a sword cultivator, but he did not have the foundation of the sword cultivator''s inheritance, the sword energy was not good, the spirit stone was not rich, and the spirit sword was not good.


    But now I have learned the "Sword-making Style" of the Divine Sword, and I have barely entered the school. In the future, I may become a monk halfway through and become a half-baked "Sword Cultivator".


    What''s more, the magical mind transforms into a sword is also based on the sword technique.


    A good spiritual sword is still needed.


    only…


    Mo Hua looked at Gu An, "Do you want this demon pill and demon bone?"


    Gu An said with great caution: "We are ordered to do things. The Daoting Department will pay salary and accountant merits. These extra property should not be greedy."


    "What''s more, this time, I rely entirely on the young master''s cleverness, extensive formations and good dispatch. This is what the young master deserves."


    He praised the ink paintings a little embarrassed.


    But he also knew in his heart that Gu An and Gu Quan, and these Gu family monks, must have been so polite to him for the sake of Uncle Gu''s face, and gave him the benefits.


    But these people are just children of ordinary families.


    Gu An and Gu Quan brothers should have a higher status in the Gu family, but they probably cannot be considered a direct line.


    It is quite hard for children from ordinary families to make some contributions. It is probably not easy to earn some spirit stones to practice on weekdays.


    What''s more, if you have any problems in the future, you will have to bother these big brothers from the Gu family.


    Mo Hua thought about it and then took the demon bone, "I will take this demon bone, and maybe it can be used to refine the spirit sword in the future..."


    "As for this demon pill, Brother Xiao An, you can sell it. If you get the spirit stone, I will give it to everyone for practice, or for drinking wine."


    Gu An was stunned and wanted to refuse.


    Mo Hua said decisively: "That''s all."


    Gu An was stunned for a moment, smiled slightly, and bowed:


    "Then thank you Mr. Mo."


    The other monks of the Gu family also looked happy and sincerely bowed to Mo Hua and said, "Thank you, Young Master Mo!"


    The second-grade peak water demon pill is quite expensive. If sold, everyone can get a lot of spirit stones.


    And the ink painting is right.


    Although the aristocratic family is large, many people eat with their mouths.


    These ordinary families have to use spirit stones for food, clothing, socializing, and learning skills, and not that wealthy.


    The task of the Daoting Department is dangerous and has many rules. It is not easy to make some extra money.


    A monk from the Gu family smiled and said, "Young Master Xiao Mo, please tell me if you have any instructions next time."


    Others also echoed: "Yes, we will spare no effort."


    "Uh-huh."


    Mo Hua nodded with a smile.


    …


    After that, everyone left the bottom of the well and returned to the fishing village.


    The bottom of the well was dark and there was no sunshine. It was always gray, but it was already sunny outside, and the sun shining through it, and the fishing village was bright everywhere.


    Mo Hua let go of her spiritual sense and inspected the situation in the fishing village.


    The fishing cultivators'' spiritual consciousness has recovered from nightmare, and their expressions are no longer occasionally confused and lost, but most of them are pale and have low spirits.


    This is the appearance of the exhaustion of spiritual consciousness.


    They believe in evil gods, and their spiritual consciousness is more or less swallowed up, so it is normal for them to lose their spiritual consciousness. It will be fine if they are recuperated for a period of time, so there should be no major problems.


    The ink painting scanned and confirmed again, but found no other problems, and then I completely felt relieved.


    Yu Dahe took the two children home, put them on the bed, fed them some Qingxin Pills, Hualuo Pills, and used spiritual power to clear the meridians.


    After a while, the two children gradually woke up and whispered:


    "Dad, grandpa..."


    Old Yu couldn''t help but feel happy and was even more grateful for the ink painting.


    Yu Dahe was holding two children and kowtowed to Mo Hua to thank him.


    Mo Hua hurriedly stopped them.


    “You’re welcome…”


    Mo Hua smiled kindly, but when he turned his head, his divine mind was stunned and his eyes became slightly solemn.


    Two children seem to be a little wrong...


    On the surface, the two children, like before, had no scars on their bodies.


    But their cheeks, hands and feet had a little more pale white, very unusual divine mark.


    During the breathing, the mind trembled, like the fish''s gill fins.


    Just an ordinary monk, I can’t see it at all.


    Mo Hua frowned slightly, and couldn''t help but remember the scene in the nightmare where these two children were kneeling on the altar and were assimilated by two special fish demons, with cheeks growing on their cheeks and hands and feet turning into fins.


    It seems that even though they were rescued from the nightmare, these two children were still influenced by the River God and had some unexpected changes.


    I just don’t know whether this kind of change is good or bad.


    Mo Hua sighed in her heart, thought for a little bit, and then took out several secret books from the storage bag.


    A book of "The White Waves" is included with a copy of "The White Wave Body Technique" and a book of "The Water-Driving and Eliminating the Monster".


    This is the water system inheritance obtained by ink painting from Jianglong.


    These inheritances are just a few ordinary martial arts or magic tricks in the hands of Mo Hua.


    But for these fishermen who were poor and born by the water, they can almost be regarded as the top-level Taoist tradition.


    They rely on water to eat water. This kind of water-based exercises and body techniques and magic avoidance are particularly precious.


    "You can take these secrets of martial arts and let the two children learn them well..." Mo Hua said.


    Yu Dahe was holding these secret books, his hands were trembling.


    Old Yu didn''t know what to say, but he looked excited and his eyes were red. He kept saying thankfully:


    "Thank you, young master, thank you..."


    Mo Hua also told them, "It is best to learn secretly and not to expose the skills, but these water-driving and demon-avoiding techniques are considered as a demon-hunting method to drive away water monsters, which can be taught to other people in the village..."


    “Yes, yes, we all listen to you, young master!”


    Lao Yutou and his son nodded repeatedly, thanking the ink paintings even more.


    The matter about the small fishing village came to an end for the time being.


    Master She, the man in black, and the people crossing the river will be escorted back to Daotingsi by Gu An and others.


    Ink paintings don’t need to worry about this kind of thing.


    What he should do has been done, and he has to go back to the sect to receive the "takeout".


    Just left the small fishing village and walked to the roadside. When I was about to part, Mo Hua suddenly remembered a sentence that Master She had said before:


    "…In another half a day, this furnace pill will be refined. You can hand it over to the young master, and I will be considered a matter of handing over it."


    The refined pill…to the young master?


    Mo Hua glanced at Master She and asked, "Who do you want to hand over the pill you refined?"


    Master She was stunned and shook his head and said, "I don''t know... I only know that it was handed over to the ''Young Master''."


    "But I just care about elixir and never meet the young master."


    Mo Hua nodded slightly, his eyes swept across the other people, and finally fell on the Jianglong.


    The dragon of Zhuojiang looked calm, but his spiritual sense was very uneasy.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly condensed, and she asked, "Do you know... who the young master is?"


    Bojianglong dared not answer.


    Mo Hua asked again: "Who gave these elixirs to the young master?"


    The dragon''s face trembled, and his fingers couldn''t help but tremble.


    Mo Hua understood in her heart.


    He glanced at Jianglong and then ordered:


    "Now, just send the refined pills... to the ''Young Master''!"


    Mo Hua wants to know who this young master is...


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    (This chapter ends)