Chapter 758 Demon Night


    The sun sets and night falls.


    The demon-refining mountain has faded away the sunset, and the clear sunset has disappeared during the day, becoming deep and depressing.


    The night wind is cold, insects and snakes are swimming on the ground, and sometimes monsters are chirping low, and there is no idea what danger is hidden in the dark night.


    Fortunately, Xunziyou is in the late stage of the Jindan period.


    Mo Hua followed him, without any risks along the way.


    The two of them used their body techniques and used the protection of the night to come to the deep forest, where the blood stream gurgled and the bones formed a beach.


    At this time, it was just as Xu, and the moonlight was like ice, sprinkling on the white bone beach, making the inexplicable coldness.


    But there are still no traces of demon cultivators nearby.


    The two of them were waiting nearby.


    When the hour of Hai, suddenly the demonic wind suddenly rose and the strong smell of blood spread.


    Ink painting squatting on the tree, when he looked down, he saw gloomy black shadows appearing in the dense forest covered by the Shinto formation.


    These black shadows, wrapped in black robes, look like humans and monsters, stand on both feet or crawl around with limbs, walk out of the darkness of the dense forest, gathering one after another on the edge of the White Bone Beach.


    The cold moonlight shines, one or two, like evil ghosts crawling out of purgatory, making people frightened.


    After a moment, another group of demon cultivators came.


    These demon cultivators either drag, carry, or carry **** corpses or limbs of monsters.


    These monsters seem to have just been hunted.


    They threw these monsters on the White Bone Beach.


    A group of demon cultivators began to eat the flesh and blood of these monsters by the stream.


    The scene was once very bloody.


    Xun Ziyou was a little uncomfortable and turned around and looked at the ink painting.


    The Mo Hua looked as usual, as if she had expected this scene, or had become accustomed to all of this.


    Xunziyou is a little incredible.


    This kid...why is so calm?


    Could it be that he has seen more **** and cruel scenes, or more "devils dance"?


    What has he experienced at such a young age?


    Xunziyou was surprised and suddenly realized that there was movement in Taixu Ling. When his spiritual consciousness sinks into his eyes, he sees Mo Hua sending him a message:


    "Elder Xun, change the place and you can eavesdrop on it."


    Xun Ziyou was stunned. When he looked up, he saw Mo Hua give him a look and then pointed his head to the other side.


    There is a taller tree on the other side.


    There are three demon cultivators under the tree, who seem to have eaten and drunk enough, and have faded into human form, gathered together in black robe, not knowing what to talk about.


    Xun Ziyou was a little stunned.


    This child probably did not eavesdrop on the first day.


    Look at this, I''m afraid I''m a "veteran" who eavesdropped...


    Xunzi sighed and nodded.


    The two of them walked gently from the treetops on this side to the branch on the other side.


    As soon as it settled, a hoarse voice came from below.


    “Difficult…”


    "The flesh of the monster is too astringent, dry as firewood, and it''s too hard to chew."


    A demon cultivator was still chewing something in his mouth, his voice was as low as a ferocious beast, "It''s enough to eat human flesh, human flesh is tender..."


    "It''s your mother''s dream. In this Demon Refining Mountain, there are disciples of the sect, how can I eat it?"


    "It''s not that you can''t eat it, just sneak it up... I''ve picked up a hole before. A disciple from the unknown sect got lost in the mountains and forests. I took the opportunity to kill him and tore him to pieces and swallow him alive. The flesh is indeed much more delicious than monsters. Even the bones are much crisper..."


    A demon cultivator scolded: "Young Master said, act low-key and you can make less trouble."


    "It''s okay, there''s no one around, and no one knows how he died."


    In the noise, another voice said:


    "What a pity, it''s better to have female disciples, female disciples are even more tender..."


    A demon cultivator couldn''t help but curse, "Damn you, do you want to eat?"


    A gloomy and harsh laughter sounded, "It''s the same if you play to death first, then eat it..."


    When Xun Ziyou heard this, murderous intent spread in his heart instantly.


    Mo Hua immediately pulled his sleeve.


    Xun Ziyou paused, then gritted her teeth and suppressed the murderous intent in her heart.


    The few demon cultivators below were still chatting in a low voice.


    "Yes, I hang out in the mountains and forests every day, eating monster meat, drinking monster blood, and doing things like monster animals. I almost forgot that I am a human..."


    "…I have been trapped here for too long. If I don''t vent my feelings and find some human nature, I will be like those monsters."


    “It’s useless.”


    A demon cultivator sneered, "Since you practice demon skills, your human nature will begin to disappear, and it is useless."


    "Playing with women?" He snorted coldly, "Not long after, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she is just a piece of raw meat in your eyes."


    "What you think in your mind is how to peel it and swallow it raw, and you will not have any other desires."


    A demon cultivator next to him scolded him, "You are so damn, you''re so obsessed with it."


    "It''s so **** disappointing..."


    "Don''t pay attention to him. He has been practicing demons for a hundred years. He has long since not known how to write the word ''man''."


    The demon cultivator sneered and said indifferently:


    "After you have practiced for a hundred years, you will know what I am right."


    "Humans are just a kind of monster. Men and women, beautiful and ugly, are just a ball of rotten meat. As long as they can be eaten in their mouths, they don''t care at all..."


    Then these demon cultivators talked about this issue for a while.


    Afterwards, several other demon cultivators surrounded him.


    The number of people has increased, and the words have become much more complicated.


    The ink painting sounds a little messy.


    After a while, a demon cultivator finally mentioned a word that Mo Hua cared about very much.


    “Wan Yao Valley…”


    A demonic cultivator who is still young, has a heavy emotion in his words, seems to be incredible and has not yet been destroyed by human nature:


    "In two days, we will enter the Wan Yao Valley. Within a year, we will not be able to come out to ''judge'' again."


    "If you perform well inside, you will let you out for ventilation in advance."


    "With that being said, the valley is too dull, fishy and smelly, and every day is like a year."


    "Okay," said a demon cultivator impatiently, "Say less complaints, and talk less about the things in the valley."


    "The ''Young Master'' gives us demonic magic and demon patterns, and we must also do our best to serve the yen."


    The ink painting eavesdropping on the tree, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.


    Another young master?


    Which young master is this?


    And it''s a bit strange...


    After saying this, the other demon cultivators were obviously a little unlucky.


    There were even a few demon cultivators who, although silent and looked nothing unusual, seemed to be able to sense a hint of anger and unwillingness from their spiritual consciousness...


    “What’s wrong…”


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    Afterwards, the court was a little dull, and it was not until a few more demon cultivators came over and started talking again.


    But these conversations are vague and intermittent.


    After listening to the ink painting for a long time, I finally finished my guessing and confusing it to piece together some key information from just a few words:


    In the Blood Stream and White Bone Land, there is a Ten Thousand Demon Valley.


    This Wan Demon Valley is the nest of all demon cultivators.


    The valley entrance is closed all year round, and the guard is extremely strict, and it is opened once a month.


    There are many demon cultivators in the valley, and they go out to "judge" according to batches - that is, poaching monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain.


    Poached monsters will be processed separately according to their species.


    Either use it as the "food ration" of the demon cultivator, swallow it, throw it away the bones on the white bone beach, and sacrifice the formation;


    Either catch the living and send it to Wan Yao Valley, not knowing what it is for...


    And the White Bone Beach is indeed painted with an evil formation.


    What is the specific evil formation? Mo Hua did not overheard the answer.


    Most of these demon cultivators are blind in formations. Even though they have some formation attainments before, they have become demon cultivators and eat so much demon meat raw, their brains will definitely be damaged. There are probably not many people who can use their brains normally.


    The background of the formation that I can''t even understand is probably not realistic to expect to hear it from them.


    But I still heard some clues in the ink painting.


    According to a demon cultivator, he said in a serious voice:


    "Unless the moon is full of colors every sixteenth month, the valley of Ten Thousand Demons is opened, and the white bone path appears, no one or any demon will enter the depths of the Blood Stream and cannot enter the entrance of Ten Thousand Demons..."


    "Once you commit this taboo, rashly step into the land of bones and into the depths of the Blood Creek, you will be cursed, lose your mind, and die in a mad manner..."


    This demon cultivator was so sarcastic.


    The ink painting was also confused, but based on these words and his own experience in practicing Taoism, we can probably guess that the methods laid in this white bone land were probably evil formations related to evil spirits.


    As for what kind of evil formation is it...


    I am a serious formation master, and I can''t tell you if I don''t follow the wrong path.


    It is already the hour of Hai.


    The blood stream is smelly and the bones are thick.


    The cold moonlight above my head.


    Mo Hua looked up and looked into the distance along the gurgling blood stream. Sure enough, she found a gloomy, evil, **** and deep aura in the distance, and like a ferocious beast, lying dormant in the darkness.


    “Wan Yao Valley…”


    All the secrets should be hidden inside.


    But the question now is, how to enter this Wan Yao Valley?


    Or, don’t think about how to get in, just ask Elder Xun to call someone, start from the outside and start killing directly?


    Mo Hua frowned and thought.


    At this moment, two demon cultivators sneaked away, left the "crowd" and walked into the dense forest.


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, and then looked at Xunziyou.


    Xun Ziyou obviously discovered it too.


    The two of them met their eyes, and they nodded in understanding, then set off together, shuttled through the forest, and quietly followed the two sinful practices.


    Xun Ziyou is a Jindan monk. It is naturally easy to follow two foundation-building demon cultivators.


    But when he looked back, he found that only ink paintings in the middle stage of foundation building were familiar with such things, without showing any traces or making any sounds. His light figure seemed to be integrated with the night.


    Even if I don’t pay attention, I almost ignored him.


    Xunzi was slightly shocked and was confident in his heart right now.


    This well-behaved child must have done a lot of "bad things"...


    However, Xun Ziyou was so skillful in ink painting that he could keep up with his footsteps. The two demon cultivators, who left the demon group, went further and further away, without saying a word along the way until they were "no one around".


    “…Is this really good?”


    "What''s wrong with it? Do you want to stay in that disgusting valley for the rest of your life?"


    "But…"


    "Don''t worry, I''ve made arrangements..."


    One of the tall demon cultivators lowered their voices and said hoarsely:


    "I am from Yanshuicheng. I am a disciple of the Jin family who cares about us. I have some connection with my father. I will turn a blind eye to you..."


    "As long as we pretend to die, we can escape from the sea of ??suffering."


    "There are people in the valley covering us."


    Another young demon cultivator was still a little hesitant.


    The tall demon cultivator said: "Think about it, as long as you go out, rely on our ability, you can just find a gangster of the Demon Sect. You have to eat and eat, and you have women. You don''t have to live like a livestock in this mountain. Wouldn''t you be free and easy?"


    The young demon cultivator was indeed moved.


    He had just practiced the demon skills not long after.


    Not long ago, he was a genius disciple who was highly anticipated by the family. He originally thought that he could occupy a place among the disciples of the sect by his own efforts.


    He wanted to prove that he was no less inferior to those real geniuses from big families.


    But somehow, he fell to this point.


    He is already "dead" with his parents and family.


    But in the Demon Refining Mountain, he is still alive, living as if he is neither human nor ghost, and he is like a shameless monster.


    Even when he thinks back now, he is a little confused.


    He didn''t even know how he had fallen to this point step by step...


    It''s like a "nightmare" that suddenly comes but never wakes up.


    He went from being alone to a demon who ate raw meat and drank blood.


    And if you take a wrong step, you will never be able to recover.


    "Since it cannot be saved, we must find a way to get out of this sea of ??suffering..."


    The young demon cultivator said in his heart, and then his tone became a little sincere, "Brother Zhao, please help me. I will definitely follow your leader in the future. Whatever you say, what I do."


    The tall demon cultivator was very satisfied.


    "Just..." the young demon cultivator asked in a low voice, "How should we go out?"


    Ink painting is also very confused.


    Refining the Demon Mountain is closed.


    These demon cultivators are full of demonic aura and are trapped in the mountains. How could they leave from the mountain gate?


    The voice of the tall demon cultivator was extremely low.


    "I secretly told you about this matter and must not be disclosed..."


    The young demon cultivator looked solemn and leaned over, and the two of them had almost no sound.


    Mo Hua lay on the big tree, habitually leaning down, trying to get closer and listening to what they were saying.


    But as soon as he reached halfway through, he heard the tall demon cultivator shout:


    "who?!"


    Ink painting was shocked.


    "Did you find it?"


    No...


    Since his spiritual consciousness changed, his spiritual consciousness became stronger and he learned the Little Five Elements Discovery Technique. His method of hiding is superb, and his tracking experience has become more and more abundant.


    Stay one by one and the other is accurate.


    No one has ever discovered it.


    This demon cultivator is so sensitive to perception?


    Mo Hua was immediately alert and wanted to take action to restrain the demon cultivator, and then hide behind Elder Xun and let Elder Xun solve this problem for him.


    But before he could get up, the tall demon cultivator pointed his hand.


    But he pointed to the young demon cultivator in an empty direction, and said with a serious expression:


    “Someone!”


    The young demon cultivator was indeed young and was really unprepared. He turned around and looked at the direction of the tall demon cultivator''s finger.


    The moment he turned around, he realized something.


    But it''s too late.


    Ink paintings can be clearly seen, and a scarlet blood flashed in the darkness.


    The tall demon cultivator transformed into sharp claws, condensed the demonic power to the extreme, and then carried the fishy wind and instantly penetrated through the young demon cultivator''s back.


    The chest was pierced through and the heart was torn apart. The young demon cultivator looked frightened, and then there was endless anger.


    He wanted to take revenge on the tall demon cultivator.


    Even if you die, you have to tear off a piece of meat.


    But he was seriously injured and dying, and he was no match at all.


    After only struggling for several rounds, his arms were broken, and his lower abdomen was penetrated by the tall demon cultivator, and he fell to the ground in blood and died completely.


    The tall demon cultivator licked the blood on his arm, looked at the corpse on the ground coldly, and said sarcastically:


    "I don''t even look at what kind of person I am?"


    "Although you are also from a family, are you worthy compared to those real genius young men?"


    "No one dares to look down on you."


    "Yes, you have good talent, but so what?"


    "I have a proud body, but I don''t have a brain. When I see someone I can''t afford to climb, I still don''t know how to bow my head."


    "Who will die if you don''t die?"


    The young demon cultivator died coldly on the ground, staring wide and dying with his eyes open.


    The tall demon cultivator began to strip the black robe on him, "Kill you and use you as a mat so I can go out."


    As he said that, he smiled gloomy again, "Don''t blame my brother for being unkind. Although you are dead, I am still alive."


    "I have only been more than three hundred years of life. After I go out, I will enjoy these three hundred years of happiness for you. After enjoying it, my brother will go down to apologize to you."


    "Where are you, don''t die with your eyes open..."


    He reached out and wanted to close the young demon cultivator''s eyes, but he closed it several times but didn''t.


    "Damn it, if you don''t eat toast, you will be fined."


    The tall demon cultivator was furious and tore it hard, tearing the young demon cultivator''s eyes to pieces to pieces.


    Blood flowed down my eyes, as if blood and tears were shedding.


    "What a **** bad luck!"


    The tall demon cultivator snorted coldly and spat. As soon as he turned around, he saw an irresistible white sword light passing by in the darkness.


    His entire arm was cut off like mud.


    The demon blood gushed out.


    A confused look appeared on his face.


    Before he could react, another sword light flashed by, breaking one of his legs.


    The tall demon cultivator immediately knelt down on the ground, his eyes were horrified. Just as he was about to get up, a slender monk appeared in front of him.


    Xunziyou, whose face was as deep as water and his eyes were filled with anger, pointed at him one point.


    A huge golden elixir sword energy containing the sword intent surged and surging, shattering the tall demon cultivator all over his body.


    The pressure of the sword energy suppressed the demon cultivator to the ground.


    The demon cultivator couldn''t crawl up, his face turned pale and had lost his heart to resist.


    Xun Ziyou did not do his best, but in less than three rounds, he still completely suppressed the tall demon cultivator.


    Mo Hua nodded with great satisfaction.


    Our "bodyguard" is really amazing.


    "Say!" Xunziyou''s face was as cold as frost, and he asked in a deep voice, "What is your identity?"


    "Who are you talking about?"


    "You plan to leave the Demon Refining Mountain again?"


    But the demon cultivator grinned and showed blood all over his mouth, but did not answer.


    Mo Hua frowned, and suddenly looked furious and said:


    "He is delivering a letter!"


    Before Mo Hua finished speaking, Xun Ziyou immediately realized that with a stroke of his finger, a light of white sword appeared.


    The other arm of the tall demon cultivator was also broken.


    The severe pain came, and the demon cultivator couldn''t help but roar, but before he could roar, Xunziyou used the spiritual power of the golden elixir to force his throat to lock.


    Mo Hua picked up her white fingers and picked up a token with blood from a pool of blood.


    It is a letter of transmission.


    The eyes of ink painting lit up.


    nice one!


    On the other side, Xun Ziyou''s eyes were like swords, and he was still asking the demon cultivator, "Whose orders are you following?"


    "Who passed on the magic cultivator''s skills to you?"


    The tall demon cultivator sneered, his mouth full of blood, but he didn''t say a word.


    Seeing this, Mo Hua said:


    "Kill it, he won''t say it."


    Xun Ziyou was stunned and looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression.


    This kid is more decisive than he is...


    I only met after a while. I asked a few questions, but before I could answer the other person, I just said "Kill me"...


    Mo Hua said: "The demon cultivator has a very hard mouth, and he is like this. There is no difference between living and dying, so he will definitely not say it."


    Xun Ziyou also felt it made sense, but she was still a little hesitant.


    Mo Hua shook the "Sentence Order" in his hand, "Just ask this."


    Xun Ziyou was stunned, then understood and nodded.


    On the other side, the tall demon cultivator heard a crisp voice saying that he was going to kill him. He couldn''t help but struggle to raise his head and glared at Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua looked at him happily and said with a smile:


    "You just said that you, the ''brother'', have been enjoying a blessing for three hundred years, and then go and apologize to the ''brother'' you just killed."


    “Three hundred years is too long…”


    "You might as well get it right in one step and go straight to apologize!"


    The demon cultivator''s pupils opened wide, looking at the ink painting, and hated each other.


    But before he could say anything, a sword light flashed past, and the tall demon cultivator died on the spot in the other side of his body and head.


    (This chapter ends)