Chapter 775 Sword Demon


    The golden light is condensed like a thread, and the murderous intent in the sword is stern.


    The old demon cultivator''s expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned into a monster, closed his arthropods, blocked his body, and quickly retreated, trying his best to avoid this sword.


    But this sword is extremely fast.


    Before he could take a few steps, the golden sword light approached his eyes with sharp murderous intent.


    The old demon cultivator gritted his teeth and dismembered his hard limbs to block the vital points of his body.


    Then the sword pattern flashed, golden light bloomed, and the spiritual sword shattered, like a golden lotus blooming, splendid and dangerous.


    In an instant, the sword energy overflowed and the blood mist exploded.


    The arthropods that were broken by the sword energy flew away everywhere, and the flesh and blood that were cut by the broken sword also exploded all over the ground.


    Ouyang Mu opened his mouth.


    Although it is not the first time he has seen Senior Brother Mo''s sword control, this kind of sword control is really incredible. The sword light is beautiful, and the sword energy is dangerous, far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators in the same level.


    So every time he saw it, he was inevitably shocked.


    After the sword energy disappeared, the blood mist dissipated, and the refining room was even more messy, as if it had been washed by blood.


    A moment later, a ball of flesh and blood trembled in the middle of the venue.


    The old demon cultivator is not dead.


    He has the peak cultivation level of foundation building.


    Ink paintings are only in the middle stage of foundation building. Although they rely on the Broken Gold Sword Formation and the power of the sword control of the magical consciousness, it is enough to pose a great threat to the late stage of foundation building, it is still somewhat unrealistic to kill this old demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building in one fell swoop.


    The old demon cultivator''s flesh and blood trembled a few times, and then, like a snake and insect shedding skin, she shed a layer of flesh and blood, revealing her hunched and old body below.


    But his breath became much weaker in an instant.


    The face is getting older.


    Obviously, this time the serious injury consumed his last trace of vitality and brought him one step closer to his own limit.


    At the same time, his expression became more and more serious, even with a hint of fear.


    This kind of sword-wielding...


    Golden elixir? !


    "No," the old demon cultivator shook his head and thought to himself, "It cannot be a golden elixir. Before the spiritual power has been crystallized, it is still a cultivation level at the grassroots level."


    "But... what foundation-building monk can master such a sharp and weird sword-control method?"


    "In this 100 Demon Prison, demon cultivators are everywhere. Who can still use such a pure sword control?"


    At this time, this terrifying sword cultivator was hiding in the dark and peeking at himself.


    The old demon cultivator was confused and frightened, and looked around and said hoarsely:


    “Who is the fellow Taoist?”


    "Why not show up and see you?"


    There was no echo or movement around.


    The old demon cultivator let go of his spiritual consciousness, and the four walls were empty and he still couldn''t sense anything, but he knew that someone must be lurking in the dark.


    The old demon cultivator sneered, "Since you have such a clever swordsman''s swordsmanship, how can you do this villain''s behavior, hide your head and tail and dare not show up?"


    Ink painting naturally doesn’t talk nonsense to him.


    He has taken out his second spiritual sword.


    Take his life while he is sick.


    If there is something in this world that cannot be solved by using swordsmanship once, then control it again.


    Everything was ready, and the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting began to lock again.


    The old demon cultivator''s expression suddenly changed.


    He felt a cold, obscure and weird feeling, and a mysterious and inexplicable majestic spirit, quietly descending on him.


    The spiritual consciousness is locked!


    Before, he focused all his attention on killing Ouyang Mu, so he almost didn''t notice this strange and obscure spiritual consciousness.


    Now he was stabbed by a sword, like a frightened bird. With all his concentration, his perception became much more acute.


    This is a kind of spiritual consciousness that he has never felt before.


    Even strange and complex, it doesn''t look like a human spiritual consciousness at all.


    The old demon cultivator felt cold in his heart.


    He wanted to get rid of this spiritual consciousness, but when the spiritual thought moved, he found that this spiritual consciousness was like a maggot on the bones and could not get rid of it at all.


    The old demon cultivator looked frightened.


    "Dying!"


    I am already at the end of my strength.


    That terrible sword, if you do it again, you will definitely die!


    This kind of cultivation, ambition, and a century-old plan for the golden elixir will be all gone!


    "no!"


    "How to save yourself?!"


    The old demon cultivator was panicked and became wise. He immediately swung his sleeves, and five or six evil short swords several feet long, quenching the centipede demon poison, and shot towards Ouyang Mu next to him.


    Sure enough, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis that was locked by his spiritual sense faded away.


    Several evil swords, containing the demonic power at the peak of foundation building, passed through several blood lights in the air and rushed straight to Ouyang Mu.


    Ouyang Mu was shocked and could only try his best to retreat.


    But he couldn''t avoid it and could not prevent it at all.


    At this moment, a golden light flashed in the sky.


    A golden spirit sword flew through the air, bursting out a golden sword energy, destroying all the blood-colored evil swords.


    Spiritual power and evil power intertwined and strangled.


    A powerful wave of spiritual power spread, accompanied by shattered sword energy and sword weapon fragments.


    In desperation, Ouyang Mu had only time to cross his arms and protect him, and then was shaken away by the aftermath of the sword energy confrontation and fell to the corner.


    Ouyang Mu struggled to get up, with blood on the corner of his mouth.


    He was slightly injured.


    But the heart meridian was wearing the heart protection mirror given to him by ink painting, so it was not a big deal.


    At this time, the old demon cultivator''s turbid gaze suddenly surged and he looked at the roof.


    The golden spirit sword just now was fast and strong, and all wiped out his evil sword, but at the same time it also exposed the position of the sword.


    The old demon cultivator immediately injected the demonic power into an evil sword.


    This evil sword has snake patterns on the body, which is longer than before, and is soaked in **** light under the injection of demonic power.


    The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the blood of the snake-patterned evil sword was buzzing, like a poisonous snake, biting it out and heading straight for the roof.


    The **** sword light hit the roof, causing an explosion.


    For a moment, the stone walls broke and gravels were everywhere.


    Before the sword light hit, a thin figure fell down on the roof and fell into the room.


    The old demon cultivator snorted coldly.


    "No matter how cunning you are, I''m forced out by me. I want to see who you are..."


    As the dust dissipated, the figure that fell from the roof gradually became clear.


    Small and fair-skinned.


    The face was covered with dust, which looked dirty, but you could see the handsomeness between your eyebrows and eyes, as well as the innocence and tenderness in your expression.


    The old demon cultivator glanced at it, and his pupils shrank, and he was a little confused.


    "A... a little devil?!"


    With the extremely sharp Broken Jin sword, the person who attacked him was this... a simple little devil? !


    No, it is absolutely impossible!


    The old demon cultivator looked solemn and asked in a deep voice:


    "Little kid, who are you?"


    Mo Hua smiled and didn''t say anything.


    The old demon cultivator was shocked.


    Could it be an old monster with a baby face and a black hair.


    But, not right.


    He has a weak body, his spiritual power is not strong, his blood is fresh and tender, and he has no old aura. He is obviously not old and doesn''t look like an old monster at all.


    The old demon cultivator''s expression moved slightly, and he guessed in his heart:


    "This little devil... Maybe there is some adventure. He has poor qualifications, but his talent in swordsmanship is extremely high, so he has mastered such a sharp sword-controlling sword at a young age."


    "But I''m afraid I know nothing except the sword."


    "That''s why he didn''t dare to show up, he only dared to hide in the dark and attack with his sword..."


    The old demon cultivator had a plan in his mind. He slowly looked at Mo Hua, then looked at Ouyang Mu next to him, and said hoarsely:


    "Little brother, are you the same family as this boy from the Ouyang family?"


    Mo Hua thought for a while and said:


    “That’s true.”


    His voice was as crisp and beautiful as a pearl falling from a jade plate.


    The old demon cultivator''s eyelids twitched slightly, and he thought to himself that he was indeed a young child.


    He felt more and more incredible, but a glimmer flashed in his eyes.


    "Little brother, no secret words are spoken. Although I don''t know how you came in, you should understand that this is the Ten Thousand Demon Prison. Once discovered, no matter how powerful your sword skills are, you will be torn to pieces by hundreds of demon cultivators."


    "Many demon cultivators are sieging them to the death. Even the golden elixir is at risk of falling, let alone you, a kid in the middle stage of foundation building..."


    "To be honest, I have some secrets, and I don''t want to know for outsiders..." The old demon cultivator slowed down, "Why don''t we stop each of us?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "Old liar, don''t lie to me. Even if I want to give up, you won''t let it go."


    The old demon cultivator was stunned and said with a angrily voice: "Little brother, why do you say this?"


    Mo Hua smiled slightly and said:


    "Old liar, you have cast a sword bone and want to form a pill. Now that the arrow is on the string, the success or failure is on the line, how can you stop?"


    "You really think I''m a child? Do you want to lie to me?"


    The old demon cultivator frowned slightly, and then there was a smile on his lips that was unidentified, "How do you know, I want to forge sword bones and form golden elixirs?"


    "Nonsense," Mo Hua said, "Who doesn''t want to form a elixir?"


    The old demon cultivator''s eyes were slightly cold, "Then do you know how I cast sword bones and how I formed pills?"


    Ink painting looks confident:


    "Don''t act like I don''t know. Your sword bone has been cast. As for the elixir, it''s just to use Junior Brother Mu as the introductory method to build the golden elixir."


    When Mo Hua said this, he paid attention to the spiritual consciousness of the old demon cultivator.


    But this old demon cultivator is obviously an old evil guy. At this time, the two of them are extremely vigilant and their spiritual fluctuations are not obvious.


    Ink paintings are not sure at the moment, and what I guess is right or wrong.


    Or, you only guessed half of it correctly?


    While Mo Hua was thinking, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu on the side say anxiously:


    "Senior Brother Mo, it''s not good! This old guy is eating secretly!"


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Ouyang Muze looked anxious.


    At first, he listened to the two of them and didn''t notice it. Later, he accidentally noticed that the old demon cultivator''s back was a little abnormal. He looked sideways and suddenly realized that at some point, two slender arthropods stretched out from the back of the old demon cultivator, and a wriggling insect mouth was also cracked on the back of his head.


    At this moment, he was carrying ink paintings on his back and constantly feeding a flesh-colored elixir to the mouth of the insect on the back of his head.


    Ouyang Mu has not finished speaking. The old demon cultivator suddenly looked ferocious.


    Not only Ouyang Mu, but also this little devil who came out from other places. He was going to kill these two little kids and used them as the initiator of his natal evil sword!


    His deadline is approaching, and now he is injured by a sword and his life is not long. He must fight for this only glimmer of vitality!


    Just now, he chatted with Mo Hua while feeding himself elixirs.


    At the same time, I also thought about it in my mind.


    Ouyang Mu, it’s okay to cast a sword, but it doesn’t matter if you really fight and fight, it’s vulnerable.


    What’s important is the kid who can control the sword.


    This weird little ghost has excellent sword skills, but his physical body is poor and his spiritual power is weak, so he must be afraid of being approached.


    And his sword is a sword-wielding distance.


    As long as he is entangled in close proximity, he cannot control the sword. No matter how powerful his sword skills are, they are just fish on his own sword!


    Victory and defeat are here, and life and death are also here!


    Now, as long as you take the initiative, your advantage lies in yourself!


    In the eyes of the old demon cultivator, the evil spirit surged and his body began to transform again. Even if the time is insufficient, the demonic power has not been fully restored. He can only transform half of it and become an ugly monster of half human and half centipede, but it is enough.


    This little sword-wielding devil, as long as he is approached, he will definitely not be his opponent!


    The demonic wind suddenly blew, and the blood was vibrated.


    This old demon cultivator suddenly attacked and was extremely fast.


    He could even see the "panicked" look on Mo Hua''s face opposite and the helpless look.


    "Poor child..."


    The old demon cultivator said in his heart.


    But there was no trace of pity in his heart.


    The two arthropods, like sharp sickles, cut off Mo Hua''s body, as if they wanted to cut the Mo Hua into three sections in the waist.


    But the next moment, the water flashed and Mo Hua''s figure disappeared.


    The old demon cultivator was stunned.


    Body skills?


    But he did not give up. After his light glanced at Mo Hua''s figure, he continued to wave his arthropods and chopped towards Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua''s figure is as light as water, facing the sharp arthropods, and he avoided it dangerously.


    This cut three more times.


    All the ink paintings were avoided.


    The old demon cultivator was angry.


    Where did this **** little devil learn such a strange body technique?


    But he was unable to get off the tiger, so he could only drag the long centipede body, wave his arthropods, and keep chasing the ink painting.


    If you don’t cut the ink paintings close to each other, once you let the ink paintings distance and your spiritual sense controls the sword, then you will die.


    Mo Hua''s body was like water, avoiding the attack of the old demon cultivator.


    The scene was a bit stalemate.


    After hiding like this for dozens of rounds, Mo Hua was quite embarrassed and said:


    "Old liar, forget it, I have a good body movement, you can''t kill me."


    The old demon cultivator snorted coldly, "This is me killing, you are running away. Even if you can hide a hundred moves, as long as you can''t hide one move, you will die in my hands!"


    "I just took a lot of pills and can be consumed slowly with you!"


    The old demon cultivator''s eyes were ferocious.


    Mo Hua looked solemn, with a hint of anxiety, but after only a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon cultivator:


    "A coincidence, I have set up a lot of formations just now, and I don''t want to waste it with you."


    The old demon cultivator looked stunned for a moment when he heard this.


    Then a chill suddenly surged into my heart.


    He looked down and saw that at some point, layers of formations were painted on the ground. One of them was shining with golden light, like a golden lock, which had entangled his arthropods.


    The old demon cultivator''s pupils were trembling.


    When he was chasing this little ghost, he was introduced step by step into the center of this dense formation? !


    When did he set up the formation?


    How is this possible? !


    A very strong sign of death enveloped the whole body.


    The old demon cultivator''s expression was distorted, and he almost tried his best to escape from these formations.


    But it''s too late.


    The golden lock is entangled, and the earth is exploded.


    The golden light and the fire light spread directly.


    The dragonfly under Mo Hua''s feet floated back step by step like a dragonfly sifting through the water, and at the same time, it was also activated the formation in circles.


    Every time he took a step back, a circle of formations exploded, wrapping the old demon cultivator layer by layer until it was completely swallowed.


    The two spiritual powers of earth fire and earth kill fluctuate, constantly converging and strangling.


    The fire and earth light intertwined.


    Finally, when the waves of the formation disappeared, the old demon cultivator had been strangled by the formation, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.


    Inside the evil weapon room suddenly became quiet.


    Only the gloomy fire was still burning "sizzling".


    Ouyang Mu breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the pool of old demon cultivators who turned into flesh and blood in the middle of the explosion of the formation. He thought that he was once a sword-casting master of the Ouyang family in Taiamen, and his mood was a bit complicated.


    Then he turned his head and said, "Senior Brother Mo..."


    But before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua shook his head.


    Ouyang Mu was stunned, "What''s wrong?"


    “It’s not over yet…”


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.


    Ouyang Mu felt a stern heart, and immediately looked at the old demon cultivator who was still flesh and blood, and saw that a trace of golden red blood light appeared between the flesh and blood.


    That was a sword.


    It was the sword bone that the old demon cultivator had cast with his "spine" before.


    It is also precisely the evil sword he carefully prepared for his natal promotion to the Golden Pill.


    At this time, a golden light shone on the evil bone sword, and blood flowed like magma, evaporating the remaining flesh and blood body of the old demon cultivator bit by bit.


    Ouyang Mu''s face turned pale.


    This old demon cultivator sacrificed his life and flesh and blood when he was dying, and activated the evil sword!


    The flesh and blood evaporated by the evil fire of the sword energy emitted a thin blood mist and a disgusting and fishy smell.


    The blood mist of the evil sword instantly enveloped the entire room.


    Ouyang Mu was dizzy for a moment, and he felt like a dream and illusion. He couldn''t tell the difference between real and fake, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body.


    Just when I didn''t know what to do, I heard a voice coming from afar:


    "Black cloth wraps around your forehead!"


    Senior Brother Mo!


    Ouyang Mu was shocked and immediately did as he did, wrapping the black cloth he had given him before the ink painting around his forehead.


    As soon as the black cloth was wrapped, it seemed to be isolated from everything.


    My head doesn’t hurt, my head doesn’t get dizzy, and I don’t feel that confused in my dreams anymore.


    "Stay in place, don''t move." Mo Hua said again.


    "good."


    Ouyang Mu nodded, then followed Mo Hua''s instructions and meditated obediently.


    On the other side, Mo Hua let the feeling of dreams and illusion, listening to the murmurs in his ears, it took a long time to feel the spiritual consciousness being pulled away.


    When he opened his eyes, he saw himself in a pool of blood.


    In the middle of the blood pool, there is a hideous bone sword.


    And the surroundings are sealed by array patterns.


    This formation pattern is the divine formation pattern drawn by the old demon cultivator on the sword bone.


    Inside the blood pool, it is surprisingly quiet.


    Mo Hua frowned slightly, and while he was confused, he suddenly became shocked.


    A **** and evil breath of divine thoughts emerged from all around and was injected into the bone sword.


    The bone sword seemed to be injected into the "soul", and it seemed to be integrated into the "flesh and flesh". Blood oozed out from it, white bones grew, white flesh, swelling little by little, growing... Finally, it turned into a hideous and cold "Bone Centipede Sword Demon with six claws on both hands.


    And his face and breath can be vaguely distinguished.


    It was that old demon cultivator.


    After the old demon cultivating the complete bone sword demon, he couldn''t help but let out a low, terrifying and gloomy laugh.


    "finally…"


    "I''m done!"


    "If the golden elixir cannot be formed, I will continue to live in the form of a demonic ''sword demon''..."


    Then it turned its dark and evil eyes and looked at Mo Hua coldly.


    After a moment, it suddenly frowned:


    "Why are you getting smaller?"


    The ink painting in the form of spiritual thoughts is also a little kid before building the foundation.


    Mo Hua raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes were a little cold.


    "Forget it," the old demon cultivator turned into a bone sword demon, with a tall and ferocious form, didn''t care, and laughed wildly:


    "It''s a little smaller and tender, just right for appetizing..."


    Its expression suddenly showed a sharp look. One arm turned into a bone sword, drew a white light and chopped towards Mo Hua.


    It is now a demon, a sword demon!


    Being in your own natal bone sword and being nourished by the blood pool, it can feel that its evil thoughts are unprecedentedly powerful.


    No one, any evil spirit, or any demon, will be happy.


    It wants to chop the little kid up and swallow it bit by bit as a gift for its own devil!


    The sword of bones fell down suddenly.


    Then in just a moment, it came to an abrupt end...


    The white bone sword demon''s grinning froze on his face.


    It saw an incomprehensible scene.


    The bone sword was caught by Mo Hua with bare hands.


    The white and tender face, compared with the huge white bone sword demon, Mo Hua, who seemed very young, stretched out a small hand and easily grabbed the seemingly sharp and evil bone sword.


    There was not even a little skin on my fair little hands.


    The White Bone Sword Demon moved the Bone Sword a few times and found that the sword body was held by Mo Hua, and no matter how hard it exerted, it would not move.


    It suddenly realized that the situation seemed to be a little wrong...


    Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, "You want to eat me?"


    The White Bone Sword Demon is silent.


    The ink painting is gently pinched and creaked.


    The bone sword was crushed by bare hands.


    The White Bone Sword Demon was stunned and took a sudden breath of cold air, his face instantly becoming whiter than the White Bone.


    (This chapter ends)