Chapter 764 Broken Finger


    Although his face turned pale, Song Jian still breathed a sigh of relief and asked: ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Song Jian asked in one breath.


    But his heart was chilling, and his voice was inevitably trembling.


    The demon cultivator smiled gloomyly and did not answer.


    The prison was gloomy and blood was everywhere.


    Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, and Linghu smiled solemnly.


    Song Jian thought for a while and said coldly: "I am the direct descendant of the Song family in the Jinmen. You''d better not mess with me, otherwise the Song family will definitely not let you go!" Hearing this, the demon cult sneered coldly, "The Song family... cannot protect themselves..." His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl.


    Song Jian was shocked and did not know whether it was true or not, and then cursed: "Demon beast, what are you talking about?!"


    The Demon Xiu was not angry, but took out two letters from his sleeve and handed them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu: "Use your blood to write a letter."


    "You..." The Demon Xiu stretched out his scarlet finger with a sarcoma and pointed at Song Jian and said, "Tell it to your parents, saying that you are in our hands, let them be obedient, otherwise you will wait to collect the corpse..." The Demon Xiu turned his head again and looked at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."


    His face was mostly in a black robe, and he couldn''t see his expression clearly, but his tone was a bit meaningful, "Write it for your brother, let him be more tactful..."


    Ouyang Mu was stunned.


    Ink painting was also a little surprised when he heard this.


    Xiao Mutou’s brother...Senior Brother Feng?


    They arrested Song Jian to threaten his parents and the Song family behind him.


    The purpose of grabbing Xiaomu is to grasp Senior Brother Feng?


    The demon cultivator said, "Be more tactful..."


    This shows that they had already contacted Senior Brother Feng before. Because Senior Brother Feng was not "tactful", he would catch Xiaomu and threaten him with his own brother to "tactful"?


    Mo Hua frowned, and then looked at Linghu Xiao again.


    Both Song Jian and Xiao Mutou have to write a letter, don’t Linghu Xiao need to write?


    I thought about it and felt that it seemed right.


    Linghu Xiao has good qualifications in swordsmanship and is highly valued by the sect.


    But his background does not seem to be very good, he is just a side branch of the Linghu family.


    The relationship with his classmates is also unfamiliar.


    There is no familiar relative.


    There is no one to threaten.


    This group of demon cultivators could not hand over the threatened letter to the ancestor Dongxu at Chongxu''s Sect... That was why he really took the courage of the bear heart and leopard.


    Even if they lose their wits, they probably dare not... In prison, Xiaomutuo will definitely not be able to do anything that threatens his brother.


    He held the letter, with a stubborn and stubborn expression, and almost clearly said the words "I won''t even write if I beat you to death."


    Ouyang Mu remained silent.


    Song Jian on the side was actually quite strong.


    "Let my parents be obedient? Who are you?!"


    "If you want to threaten my Song family, just be worthy of you, a villain who hides his head and tail, is not a man or a demon?!"


    Song Jian cursed.


    The tall demon cultivator, whose face was shrouded in the shadows, could not see clearly, but he could clearly feel anger.


    After a moment, he smiled coldly, "If you don''t want toast, you will be punished for wine."


    "If you don''t write a letter, then I can only take something from you..."


    " The murderous intent of the demon cultivator showed.


    Song Jian looked panicked. Before he could react, he felt a gust of **** wind storm, and then his fingers were hurting sharply. When he reacted, he saw that his hands were covered in blood.


    One little finger has been cut off.


    In front of the cruel demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building, he was a pampered disciple of a middle-stage aristocratic family, and had no power to fight back.


    Song Jian snorted in pain, his face pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.


    All this change happened very quickly.


    Linghu Xiao''s expression changed and he quickly reminded him: "Junior Brother Mu!"


    Ouyang Mu looked a little confused. After Linghu Xiao reminded him, his expression was shocked and he was about to stop and retreat, but in a flash, he felt that a tall, **** demon cultivator had already become close to him.


    His wrist was hurting sharply, as if he was being pinched by the claws of the monster.


    Then a red light flashed.


    Ouyang Mu''s little finger was also cut off.


    Ouyang Mu took in the air conditioner in pain, but he was tough and gritted his teeth without making any sound.


    Linghu laughed angry and said coldly, "Bastard!"


    The demon cultivator was black and like a hill, holding two broken fingers in his hand, and blood fell drop by drop.


    He looked at Linghu with a smile, his tone was very calm, and he was even a little polite.


    "Young Master, I offended you." The demon cultivator said lightly.


    Linghu Xiaojian''s heart trembled, and his heart suddenly became alert.


    But he was bound by iron chains and had no sword in his hand, so he could not resist it at all.


    The demon cultivator has a profound cultivation, strong strength, and extremely fast speed. He can be approached by Linghu Xiao in a blink of an eye.


    The fishy storm suddenly broke out.


    After a moment, Linghu Xiao''s little hand was cut off a small piece.


    The severe pain came, Linghu smiled pale, bit her lips tightly, and she didn''t make a sound, but her eyes were cold and she looked at the demon cultivator like a sharp sword.


    The demon cultivator had the same cold attitude and remained silent, but he quietly avoided Linghu Xiao''s gaze, as if he was afraid and did not dare to offend Linghu Xiao too ruthlessly.


    At this point, Linghu Xiao and the other three had their little fingers cut off.


    The demon cultivator took out three wooden boxes, put the three cut-off fingers in them, and said calmly:


    "If you don''t write a letter, I can only make this bad decision and get some token."


    After saying that, he took out three white pills and threw them to Linghu Xiao and the other two, "After taking the pills, he can grow back after the broken finger..."


    "I just act as I told you. If you cooperate, I will save some trouble. If you don''t cooperate, you will naturally suffer a little. This will not be blamed for me..."


    This was more like saying to Linghu Xiao than to the three of them.


    After doing these things, the demon cultivator sneered, then put the three wooden boxes into his sleeves, turned around and left.


    After leaving the prison, he called a low-headed demon cultivator and instructed in a deep voice:


    "Please be fine, don''t make a mistake, otherwise I can''t afford to take care of you or I..."


    "Yes." The dog-headed demon cultivator lowered his head.


    The tall demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building looked at the dog-headed demon cultivator again, and his voice was hoarse, "Don''t relax a little, otherwise I will throw you to feed the demon beast!"


    When the dog-headed demon cultivator heard this, he trembled all over and said immediately:


    “Yes, yes, you’re in charge.”


    The ink painting lying on it and eavesdropped on it, he was stunned when he heard this.


    It turns out that he is in charge.


    No wonder, he felt that this tall and big demon cultivator with a mouth and fangs had a different aura than other demon cultivators, and his identity was obviously higher.


    After the "manager" demon cultivator gave the order, he glanced at the prison, confirmed that there was no problem, and turned around and left.


    The dog-headed demon cultivator respectfully sent the "manager" away, and then his face turned cold.


    He turned his head again and looked at the prison, looking jealous and hatred, and he didn''t know what to whisper.


    But he dared not ignore the instructions of the manager.


    After careful inspection, I confirmed that the chains and formations were fine.


    Linghu Xiao and the other two were arrested, and they were also locked in the cell.


    The dog-headed demon cultivator turned around and left.


    Near the prison, it became much quieter and empty in an instant.


    Only the roar of unknown monsters came from afar, mixed with the painful whisper of demon cultivators in other prisons.


    Make the atmosphere of this prison depressing, like purgatory.


    Mo Hua guessed that time was coming, so he used Taixu Order to send the two words "Yichou" to Elder Xun.


    After posting, Mo Hua waited for a moment.


    He was afraid that the Yuan Magnetic Magnet would be weak, so the two Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches did not send out. Elder Xun accidentally sent in and forced it into it, and then it would be done.


    The news was sent out, and Mo Hua waited for a while.


    Elder Xun posted the word "received" and Mo Hua nodded.


    He lowered his head and saw Linghu Xiao and the other two, looking depressed and depressed.


    They understand their situation.


    The powerful demon cultivator, the **** prison, and the struggles of monsters around them all made them understand that this was definitely a vicious place with no entry and no exit.


    The broken fingers were still bleeding and painful.


    Before, they were either children of aristocratic families or geniuses of swordsmanship. Although they had some setbacks, they grew up safely under the protection of their families and sects, and had never personally experienced the true cruelty of the Taoist world.


    Now, this cruelty suddenly appears in front of you.


    Even life and death are only between the front lines.


    The three of them were uncomfortable for a moment.


    Song Jian didn''t dare to shout anymore, and squatted in the corner honestly, covering his broken little finger, his face as white as paper.


    Ouyang Mu looked dull and felt nervous.


    Although Linghu Xiao looked calm, he was also at a loss in his heart.


    There is no sword in his hand.


    Even with the sword, he is no match for these demon cultivators at all.


    At least, he couldn''t beat the tall demon cultivator who broke his finger just now, let alone there should be other more powerful demon cultivators in this prison.


    Linghu Xiao was in a daze and couldn''t help but remember what he said to Mo Hua before.


    Only then did he realize how naive the words "win without force", "fair duel", and "sword path is loneliness".


    In the real world of Taoism, no one talks about "fairness" to you, and no one competes with you in swordsmanship.


    There are more people, and if there are more people, there are fewer people, and if there are high cultivation, there are strong people who suppress the weak.


    No one is reasonable to you.


    If you lose, you lose, and if you die, you die.


    Linghu Xiao’s proud heart could not help but be covered with a layer of gloom. He then realized that in front of the truly cruel enemy, his thought-provoking swordsmanship was not as powerful as he thought...


    And, the most important problem is that his fingers are still broken.


    Linghu Xiao touched the white pill next to his hand, feeling a little hesitant.


    Ouyang Mu on the side was also there. He wanted to take this pill, but he didn''t dare to take it.


    Their storage bags were all seized.


    The only one who can cure injuries now is the pill given by the demon cultivator.


    The injury of a broken finger can be big or small.


    The demon cultivator just intercepted their little fingers and never used demonic power, evil magic, or other evil means, and the flesh and blood on the wound was not contaminated.


    If you take the pill in time, you can still grow your bones and flesh.


    But if you do not take the medicine, once the injury worsens, blood coagulates, and the wound becomes scabbed, the little finger will be completely broken.


    Even if you take Tiancai and Earth treasures to supplement it in the future, there will be defects.


    The broken hand is the right hand.


    Among the three of them, one is a sword-casting master and the two are sword cultivators. At least at this stage, they are very dependent on their right hand.


    But this pill was given by a demon cultivator after all.


    Although it seems OK, no one knows whether it is really a trick.


    Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment and then asked in a low voice:


    "Senior Brother Linghu, can this pill be taken...can you take it?"


    Linghu laughed and frowned, shook his head and sighed:


    "I don''t know..." Logically speaking, there is no fishy smell or demonic energy in this pill, and the color is pure, and it is a serious pill.


    Moreover, when the demon cultivators gave them, they threw them away with a casual attitude, unlike any conspiracy.


    However, this is the pill in the hands of the demon cultivator.


    After eating, it is possible that the demon cultivator''s plan may be taken.


    But if you don’t eat it, you will be troublesome if you break your little finger.


    Ouyang Mu frowned and was deeply entangled, and couldn''t help but sigh in his heart:


    "It would be great if the younger brother was here. The younger brother is so smart, he knows everything, and he must know whether he can eat it..."


    But how could Senior Brother Mo be here...


    Ouyang Mu smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, trying to stuff the pill into his mouth.


    He wanted to eat it first.


    If there is no problem, let Senior Brother Linghu eat it.


    If there is any problem, Senior Brother Linghu doesn’t have to eat it. Just be that unlucky guy by yourself...


    Linghu Xiao was worried and didn''t pay attention for the moment.


    However, before Ouyang Mu could stuff the elixir into his mouth, a familiar voice heard in his ear:


    "Idiot, don''t eat it!"


    Ouyang Mu was stunned and looked around, but there was no one around.


    Linghu Xiao was also stunned.


    Both of them thought they were hallucinating.


    "I just... did I hear the voice of my junior brother..." Ouyang Mu murmured.


    Linghu Xiao also heard it, but he couldn''t believe it for a moment.


    On the contrary, Song Jian, who was originally discouraged and looked desperate, suddenly stood up like a big dog who heard his master''s call.


    But what aroused his heart was anger.


    He remembers this crisp and hateful voice that turned into ashes!


    The three of them were looking around and heard a voice saying:


    “Above.”


    Ouyang Muxun looked up and saw a young boy poking his head out on the stone wall at the top of the prison.


    The appearance is as handsome as a painting, and the eyebrows are as bright as stars.


    It is ink painting.


    Ouyang Mu opened his mouth wide and couldn''t help but rub his eyes, almost thinking that he was dreaming.


    "Senior Brother, are you arrested too?"


    Mo Hua was about to speak when he suddenly heard a "wow" shout next to him. When he turned around, he saw Song Jian gritting his teeth:


    “Ink-painting—”


    Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua''s hand lit up and a drowning technique sealed Song Jian''s mouth and nose.


    Song Jian''s speech was blocked by his mouth, suffocating like a drowning, and struggling.


    Mo Hua let out a "shhh" and gave him a warning look:


    "If you dare to speak out again, you will be dead."


    "Do you understand?"


    Song Jian was suffocating and struggling, and his fingers hurt and immediately woke up. Realizing where this was, reason temporarily defeated the "hateful grudge" and nodded honestly.


    In this way, Mo Hua was satisfied and canceled the drowning technique.


    At the same time, he touched the spirit sword in his hand, thinking that if Song Jian was not honest, he shouted, he would slash him with his sword.


    Song Jian felt a chill in his heart and immediately calmed down.


    Ink painting is what Ouyang Mu said:


    "I''ll follow you and get in..."


    Ouyang Mu''s expression was shocked.


    Even Linghu Xiao was unbelievable.


    I don’t know where it is, but from the strong demonic aura and the chaotic demon roar, you can probably tell how strict the prison is, and how many monsters and demon cultivators are hidden.


    This... can you "mix" in?


    "How did you... get in?" Linghu Xiao asked in a low voice.


    Mo Hua waved his hand, "It''s been a long story, and the time is urgent, so I won''t say more..."


    He pointed to the elixir in the hands of Linghu Xiao and the others and said, "Don''t take your elixir, it looks normal, but it''s a big problem..."


    The demon cultivator cannot be so kind.


    This pill does not show any problem from the smell, color and medicine.


    But in the ink painting, you can see the light gray and corrupt qi on the elixir.


    This is the cause and effect of the dead.


    This pill is used to refine it with people.


    Both color, fragrance and smell can deceive people, but cause and effect will not - at least the difficulty of cause and effect will not be on the same level.


    Ouyang Mu nodded in a vague way.


    Mo Hua took out two elixirs and threw them down from the roof. Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao each one.


    "You eat my first grade, the second-grade top-grade muscle-renewing bone pill."


    Ouyang Mu and the others took the pill, looked at it for a while, and took it casually.


    After the elixir was in my mouth, I felt a stream of clear blood flowing all over my body, my fingertips were cool and itchy, but it was accompanied by a slight pain.


    The broken little finger is slowly regenerating.


    Ouyang Mu and the others breathed a sigh of relief and felt grateful.


    Ouyang Mu said in confusion again: "Senior Brother Mo, how could you have such a pill?"


    Mo Hua said: "This is a must-have elixir for traveling at home. You must bring it with you when you go out."


    Moreover, these are all given by Aunt Wan, so they don’t have any money.


    After Mo Hua finished speaking, he turned around and found that Song Jian was staring at him with a look. He had no medicine to take the three people below.


    Mo Hua sighed and threw one for him.


    Song Jian''s face showed two distinct and contradictory emotions.


    One is the arrogance of not eating "food from pity".


    One is a compromise of "a real man can bend and stretch."


    His expression changed several times on his face, and Mo Hua felt tired when he looked at it.


    But in the end, he compromised, silently picked up the pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and silently remembered the account in his heart:


    "I have received the favor of Mo Hua''s pill and quelled the hatred of "snatching the sword."


    "But other hatreds still have to be counted..."


    Mo Hua didn''t bother paying attention to him, but said to Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu:


    "You should protect yourself as much as possible and beware of the evil ways of demon cultivators. Don''t learn the magic skills of demon cultivators, don''t take elixirs, and don''t believe their nonsense..."


    "I want some way to save you."


    He didn''t say much about the rest.


    Linghu laughed so well, but Xiao Mutou couldn''t hide the trouble on his face.


    Tell him, it is easy to get accidents.


    Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu both nodded solemnly. When they looked up, they found that the ink painting had disappeared at some point.


    There was no scent of ink painting around.


    It seems as if he has never been there.


    Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu looked at each other, shocked.


    This hidden method is really terrible...


    However, the two of them felt much more calm, and their previous uneasiness and anxiety disappeared.


    Although the cultivation level of ink painting is not higher than that of them.


    But when you see ink paintings, you will always have an inexplicable "safety".


    However, Song Jian, the "little white-faced" beside him, was still a little confused:


    "If Mo Hua wants to save me, should I let him save me or not?"


    "If he was saved, wouldn''t the favor be too great?"


    “Isn’t it a ''severe humiliation'' by Mo Hua, who saved his life in a sense, to be considered a ''severe shame''?”


    …


    On the other side, Mo Hua was walking around in the prison.


    He wanted to rescue Xiaomutou and the others, but there was no good idea for the time being.


    There are many demon cultivators in the entire Ten Thousand Demon Prison.


    Even if you control the sword, you can''t kill many of them by the number of spiritual swords.


    The formation and small meteorite technique can be used, but the traces left are too big and the noise is also great.


    What''s more, some demon cultivators are very powerful and cannot beat them at all.


    And this is just the Prison of Ten Thousand Demons, the entire Ten Thousand Demon Valley has more demon cultivators, which is even more difficult.


    Ink painting sighs.


    He walked along the Wan Yao Zhu for a few more times, but he still had no idea. An hour passed, and Mo Hua sent "Bing Yin" to Elder Xun.


    After sending it, Mo Hua looked at Taixu Ling and was suddenly stunned.


    Poor signal...


    That means that there is interference from the flow of the genus magnetic elements in this Wan Yao Valley.


    In other words, there should be "ethic magnetic" formations.


    But why didn’t I feel the traces of the Yuanmagnetic Formation?


    Mo Hua frowned, then walked around again, and finally found something abnormal in a small corner of a stone wall.


    While the demon cultivator was walking by, Mo Hua took out a knife and scraped off the soil on the stone wall. He found that the inside was indeed true, and there was a "yuan magnetic" array diagram.


    It is the Yuan Magnetic Vision Array.


    The Yuan Magnetic Vision Array is a seventeen-patterned formation.


    The Form Painting of the Form Painting has long been obtained. It was stolen from the Yuanmagnetic Formation Master who was found out by Mo Hua and was plotted to kill by Uncle Gu and Gu An and Gu Quan.


    Ink painting has long been practiced well.


    But the Yuan Magnetic Vision Formation in Wan Yao Valley has been broken and cannot be used.


    And it was sealed with mud and stone.


    Mo Hua found a Yuan Magnetic Vision Formation that was also sealed on another wall along the adjacent trajectory of the formation.


    This formation is still unusable.


    Later, ink painting "follow the map" and the correlation between the primordial magnetic array pivots, several other primordial magnetic arrays were found.


    But these formations were all abandoned without exception.


    Ink painting is a pity.


    These formations are not single formations, but controlled by a unified formation pivot, which is obviously a complete set of complex formation systems.


    If he has not been abandoned, he can in turn penetrate into the "surveillance" system of the Wan Yao Prison through the Yuan Magnetic Vision Array, thereby overviewing the overall situation and controlling the situation.


    "What are you doing if you have a good formation?"


    Mo Hua complained in her heart.


    Otherwise, it would be much easier for him to do things.


    Now that the Yuanmagnetic array is abandoned, he can''t use it anymore.


    Mo Hua shook his head and sighed, turning around and preparing to leave.


    Just as he turned around, Mo Hua stopped again, turned around and stared at these Yuan Magnetic Spirit Vision Arrays for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly.


    "Or what if I do something good and help them rebuild the Yuan Magnetic Vision Reset Array?"


    It just so happens that I have never built a metamagnetic complex array, and the conditions do not allow it, I can’t afford the materials, and I don’t have a suitable construction array media.


    Now I am taking this opportunity to practice it. Using the abandoned primordial magnetic array pivot of Wan Yao Valley as the vein and the discarded spiritual visual array diagram as the unit, a pair of primordial magnetic spiritual visual complex array is reconstructed to deepen my understanding of primordial magnetic array...


    "As a formation master, you must take advantage of all available opportunities to study and use formations!"


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.


    ?Written a little more, a little late.


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    (This chapter ends)