Chapter 776 Old slave


    "What''s going on with this little devil?!"


    The evil sword transformed into the bones of his own natal life was like tofu, and was crushed so easily by him?


    Is this... really a "person"? !


    The old demon cultivator was shocked and puzzled.


    But he was unwilling to wait for death.


    This little ghost may be a powerful enemy, but he has been planning for hundreds of years and has worked hard to become an evil sword demon now, and he is definitely not an ant that he can control!


    If you don’t burn your boat and fight, you won’t know who will die in the end.


    If you don’t work hard, how can you know that you can’t win?


    "good…"


    The old demon cultivator with white bones as his body and sword skeleton as his limbs showed a strong fighting spirit in his hideous eyes. The bone sword was filled with venom-like demonic energy, and the momentum of the bones kept rising. The body of the bones gradually grew stronger, and the **** sword energy entangled around his body.


    "Today, I will meet you and let you know the terribleness of the Sword Demon Body!"


    The old demon cultivator''s eyes sternly, and in an instant, he turned from stillness to activate the power of the demon and slashed with the momentum.


    The huge bone sword that condensed the majestic demonic energy instantly cut towards the ink painting with its terrifying power.


    This bone sword is very huge.


    Mo Hua''s body is not even as tall as the bone sword.


    But he looked calm and only punched him lightly.


    The small fist faces the huge white bone magic sword.


    In just a moment, the White Bone Demon Sword was shattered by Mo Hua''s fist.


    The old demon cultivator looked terrifying, but it was still unwilling to give in and tried its best to take action.


    For a moment, the white sword bones, the demonic sword energy, the evil sword intent... were constantly stirring in the blood pool.


    The old demon cultivator has a lot of sword moves.


    But no matter whether it is a sword bone, sword energy, or sword intent, how **** and terrifying, or how powerful it is, the ink painting responds to changes in the same way, it only has one punch.


    With one punch, the sword bones will be broken, the sword energy will be eliminated, and the sword intent will be destroyed.


    There is no move that he can''t solve with one punch.


    The old demon cultivator became more and more shocked, but also more and more frightened and angry.


    We must work hard!


    If you don’t fight hard, you will never have the chance to fight hard!


    The aura of the old demon cultivator changed again, his pupils became dark, and sword bones continued to grow, like a worm''s arthropod, and his body turned into a centipede, rising step by step. At the same time, the evil mind power on its body became increasingly strong, infinitely close to the peak of the second-grade...


    "This is what you forced me..."


    The old demon cultivator laughed grimly.


    Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with a calm expression, her eyes were still indifferent, and even a hint of disappointment.


    "I''m tired of..."


    Ink painting said lightly.


    The old demon cultivator''s grim smile came to an abrupt end, and what followed was a kind of cold and terror that penetrated his bones.


    In the next moment, the ink painting disappeared.


    When he appeared again, he had already reached the head of the old demon cultivator.


    Ink painting jumped high and kicked gently.


    This kick was like a heavy hammer, hitting down violently.


    The old demon cultivator was bombed heavily to the ground like a cannonball.


    It had severe pain all over its body, and even cracks appeared in the skull.


    But before it could come back to its senses, it heard the "crying" sound.


    The old demon cultivator felt cold in his heart. He looked sideways and then he was frightened to find that all its bone sword arthros had been broken by Mo Hua''s white little hands, and not a single one was left.


    The old demon cultivator struggled hard, but it was useless.


    And at this moment, the ink painting has already grasped its spine.


    Just pinch it will also break its spine.


    The old demon cultivator was so shocked that he immediately shouted in horror:


    "Little ancestor, spare your life!"


    The movements of ink painting are slightly stagnant.


    Seeing this, the old demon cultivator immediately said:


    "Little ancestor, spare my life, I''m of great use!"


    Mo Hua stepped on his head, "What''s the use of you?"


    The old demon cultivator felt humiliated when he was stepped on his head, but his heart was more despair:


    "Where does this little devil come from, and how it exists? How could it be so terrifying?"


    He never expected that the evil sword demon, who was at the peak of the second grade and who was integrated with his natal evil sword, was really like an ant, and was randomly "controlled" by this little ancestor without any strength to fight back.


    Some people don’t know how terrible it is if they don’t really start.


    There are some things that you don’t know how desperate you are if you don’t try hard.


    The old demon cultivator said in a trembling voice:


    "As long as you don''t kill me, I''m willing to do anything."


    “What will you do?”


    Mo Hua asked in an interrogative tone, as if he had disagreement, he would kill him and cut off the spine of the old demon cultivator.


    The old demon cultivator panicked: "I can make swords!"


    "Oh?" Mo Hua raised her eyebrows.


    The old demon cultivator hurriedly said, "I am a disciple of Tai Amen. I was once the direct descendant of the Ouyang family. I am proficient in the method of refining weapons and making swords. I am in this Ten Thousand Demon Prison, and I don''t know how many sword weapons I have cast, and my skills have been refined and perfect..."


    "As long as you spare my life, I am willing to make swords and refine weapons for you."


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "You forgot that you are dead. Now you are a sword demon and an evil spirit. What other sword can you cast for me?"


    The old demon cultivator''s face trembled.


    It forgot that it is no longer human, not even a demon cultivator.


    How can you cast a sword in an evil body?


    The little hand of ink painting should cut off its spine.


    The old demon cultivator was covered in cold body and immediately said, "I can teach you!"


    "teach?"


    "That''s right," said the old demon cultivator, "Although I can''t refine weapons and make swords myself, I have rich experience and knowledge in refining weapons. I can tell you what you want to know..."


    Mo Hua looked a little hesitant, not knowing what she was thinking, her eyes were temporarily dangerous and relaxed.


    The old demon cultivator''s heart was up and down with Mo Hua''s eyes, and he was worried.


    It thought about it and immediately said:


    "Natural magic weapon!"


    The ink painting was slightly stunned, and his eyes were slightly bright.


    Seeing this, the old demon cultivator was overjoyed and immediately said as if he had grabbed the life-saving straw:


    "Natural magic weapon! I have obtained the most orthodox inheritance of Taiamen and know how to refine the natal magic weapon!"


    "You save my life and I will help you refine your natal magic weapon!"


    "Knife, gun, sword, axe... any kind of magic weapon is fine. I know how to refine the method, and I can tell you all the method!"


    Mo Hua''s eyes showed doubts, "How did I know that you wouldn''t lie to me?"


    The old demon cultivator said: "I can make a poisonous oath and swear to the heavenly way. If there is any lie, the sky will be struck by thunder, and the soul will be scattered, and you will not be reborn!"


    Mo Hua thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:


    "I have Junior Brother Mu, and he will help me practice my natal magic weapon."


    The old demon cultivator said anxiously: "He can''t do it!"


    Ink painting is unhappy.


    The old demon cultivator quickly explained: "The child is talented and has enough toughness, but he is too young and has no experience in refining weapons. The most core method of refining weapons in Tai''amen was not passed on to him."


    Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "It wasn''t passed to him, but it was passed to you?"


    The old demon cultivator realized that he had said the wrong thing and said embarrassedly:


    "I... After all, I have lived for a long time, and it is normal for me to know a little more about the art of refining weapons..."


    Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with deep eyes, but did not pursue it, but asked:


    "What else? It''s not good to be able to make swords, you have to have other uses..."


    After all, I am not a sword cultivator.


    You may not be able to use the spiritual sword if you are born with a magic weapon.


    What''s more, this old guy is an old liar and is not trustworthy. He has to be distracted from the authenticity of what he says, which is too troublesome.


    If it has no other use, I plan to slaughter it and eat it.


    After all, since he was "contained" by Mr. Xun, he has not had a meal for a long time, and his spiritual consciousness has long been hungry and thirsty.


    I urgently need to "eat" something first and keep your stomach covered.


    Ink painting looks cute with red lips and white teeth.


    Especially the lips, they are so red that they are eye-catching.


    The old demon cultivator looked at it, for some reason, and felt a little creepy.


    He immediately said, "I remember the road, I can tell you the way out of the valley!"


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, a little surprised, "Do you know the way out of the valley?"


    The old demon cultivator nodded and smiled bitterly, "I have been in this valley for too long. Most of the things I can know."


    "Especially in the first century, I wanted to escape from the Ten Thousand Demon Valley at all times, so I tried my best to understand the route from the valley clearly."


    "But…"


    The old demon cultivator looked depressed, "Even so, I still can''t get out."


    Mo Hua said strangely: "Why?"


    The old demon cultivator said: "The Ten Thousand Demon Valley is extremely large, and the road is complicated. After passing through the Ten Thousand Demon Prison, entering the slaughterhouse, there are also demon refining pots, evil dan valley and other areas... The demon cultivator is everywhere and has strict garrisons. If you don''t know the way, outsiders can''t get out at all..."


    “This is second…”


    The old demon cultivator looked solemn, "Even if you pass through these dangerous places, in the end, there is still an insurmountable natural barrier."


    "Natural chasm?"


    The old demon cultivator nodded, "This natural chasm is a painting and the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. The picture contains all demons and is filled with evil spirits. The demon cultivators in the valley are generally called... Demon Refining Picture!"


    Ink painting''s heart thrilled.


    The old demon cultivator looked fearful, "Although I don''t know... how you entered the valley, if what I expected, you should be here to save people."


    "If you want to save people, you have to leave the valley."


    "I can give you a guide, but in the end I can''t break the demon refining map, you will still be trapped in this Demon Valley forever."


    "But that''s not something I can think about..."


    Mo Hua thought about it and nodded:


    "Okay, I''ll spare your life."


    Since the demon refining pictures are all in front of you, you can endure them first.??????Stop eating the shrimp in front of you, so as to avoid eating bad stomachs and not having a big meal.


    The old demon cultivator''s heart suddenly diminished, and he knew that the death disaster had passed, so he breathed a sigh of relief.


    It looked up and secretly looked at the ink painting that looked like a child, and sighed in his heart that the world of cultivation is really too sinister.


    A little kid is even more terrifying than his own demon.


    Ink painting let go of its spine.


    The old demon cultivator stood up tremblingly, but it did not dare to stand up completely, and only dared to half kneel in front of the ink painting to avoid appearing to be presumptuous.


    Mo Hua looked up, looked at the pattern around him, and suddenly said curiously: "I''ll ask you another question, and you can honestly explain it."


    "Yes." The old demon cultivator dared not refuse.


    Mo Hua pointed at the surrounding array patterns and asked:


    "Where did you learn this formation pattern?"


    The old demon cultivator trembled and did not dare to speak.


    The eyes of ink painting are becoming more and more dangerous.


    The old demon cultivator could only bite the bullet and said truthfully: "It''s... I learned it from the Demon Refining Picture..."


    Mo Hua was stunned, "Is it learned from the Demon Refining Tu?"


    "Yes," said the old demon cultivator, "This is a formation pattern on the demon refining map. I don''t know its origin, but only know its mystery, and it can even... seal off the residual soul."


    "I took the opportunity to copy it secretly in case of emergency."


    "But I am not a formation master and I am not very proficient in formation. Even if I copy it down, I still can''t understand it and can''t draw it."


    The old demon cultivator sighed, "So, I practiced every day, copying day and night. Whenever I have time, I would use human blood to carve this pattern, and finally became a habit of carving it into my bones..."


    "It took more than two hundred years to do this, and I practiced hard day and night. In the end, I was so stupid that I learned this formation pattern for some reason."


    Mo Hua suddenly realized, "That''s why you will find a way to draw this array pattern on the sword bone. In this way, when you die, your divine thoughts will be turned into demon thoughts, and you will be "sealed" by this array pattern in the sword, become a "sword demon" and live in an alternative way."


    The old demon cultivator was stunned.


    He didn''t expect that his careful calculation would be seen through by this little monk at first glance.


    Now, the old demon cultivator has nothing to hide, "That''s right, old... I''ve made two preparations."


    "The best result is naturally to form a pill. With the flesh and blood of the Ouyang family as a guide, I will forge a life-saving evil sword. I will choose another opportunity to form a golden pill, so I don''t have to give up this ordinary body."


    "If this plan fails... I have heard some means of transforming my spiritual consciousness into evil spirits in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and using this method, after tragically death, the corpse will be gone, and the remaining divine thoughts can enter the sword bones, turn into sword demons, and live in the sword."


    The ink painting has sharp eyes, "I''m afraid it''s more than that..."


    The old demon cultivator had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:


    "Yes... I originally planned to use the blood of the boy of the Ouyang family to make this sword to blend the blood with the sword. In this way, this sword bone will warm up his natal evil sword. I am the sword demon in the sword, and he will become my "sword slave" and obey my orders..."


    Mo Hua nodded and sighed in her heart.


    This old guy is really calculating.


    Mo Hua estimated the time, pondered for a moment, and then said to the old demon cultivator:


    "I won''t kill you for the time being. Please let me out and give me the way. Leave this Wan Yao Valley. If I find out, you dare to lie to me..."


    Mo Hua clenched his fists and smiled coldly, "Even if you are an evil spirit, I will make you unable to survive and die!"


    The old demon cultivator said in fear:


    "I dare not, I dare not! I follow the instructions of my little ancestors!"


    Mo Hua nodded, "Let me out."


    "Okay, okay!" The old demon cultivator was as if he had been amnesty and immediately restrained his demonic thoughts in his body, turned into a long sword of bones, and sent a voice:


    "If you touch the bone sword body, you can leave this pool of blood."


    Mo Hua frowned, thought about it for a while, and probably understood a little.


    This pool of blood forged swords is an illusion in the sword.


    The entrance and exit are the white bone demon sword itself transformed by this old demon cultivator.


    After entering this blood pool, if you want to go out, you either kill the old demon cultivator or let him reveal his true nature and open the door, otherwise you will not be able to go out.


    Ink painting looked around and said in his heart:


    "Maybe... remove the surrounding divine formation patterns, so that the blood pool illusion cannot seal the divine mind, and collapse on its own, and can go out."


    However, since this old demon cultivator is so sensible, there is no need to make things difficult for it.


    Mo Hua pointed at the White Bone Demon Sword with his fingers.


    In the next moment, the scenery changed. When he opened his eyes again, he found that Ouyang Mu was kneeling in front of him, his eyes were red and his expression was full of worry.


    Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, Ouyang Mu was stunned and then overjoyed.


    "Senior Brother Mo, are you okay?"


    The old demon cultivator died, the blood mist dissipated, Mo Hua fainted on the ground, not knowing life and death.


    Ouyang Mu was not sure about the situation and didn’t know what to do.


    At this time, when Mo Hua woke up, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    Mo Hua nodded, "It''s okay."


    "What happened? Is that old man... the old thing completely dead now?" Ouyang Mu was still a little worried.


    "That''s right." Mo Hua said.


    This matter is a bit complicated and troublesome, so I didn’t tell Ouyang Mu.


    Moreover, now is not the time to talk about these things.


    The old demon cultivator sealed the door, which may be able to cover it up for a while, but over time, it will definitely be discovered.


    We must find a way to deal with the aftermath.


    Other demon cultivators, especially Jin Gui, cannot know what is going on here, otherwise they will inevitably be suspicious.


    It will be even more difficult for me to save Xiao Mutou and a few others.


    Mo Hua looked around and frowned.


    Golden Lock Formation, Earth Fire Formation, Earth Killing Formation, and Sword Control…


    There are too many traces and it cannot be erased in a short period of time.


    This kind of cultivator''s method is different from that of demon cultivators, and can be seen at a glance.


    "Since that''s the case, I can only explode all..."


    In the evil weapon room, there are yin and green bone fire, turbid blood pools, and all kinds of fishy flesh and blood. As long as they are all exploded and mixed together.


    Evil energy and blood energy will naturally pollute the traces of spiritual power.


    Even if there are signs of formation and sword control, they will be regarded as traces of evil formation and evil sword.


    After thinking about it in my mind, Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "Little Mutou, you have to endure some hardship."


    Ouyang Mu was stunned and a little confused, but he nodded with a firm expression, "Senior brother, just give me instructions."


    Mo Hua said, "I will blow up the house later to cover up the evidence."


    "I''ll choose a place for you and you stay inside. When the formation explodes and the stone wall collapses, you may be buried inside."


    "When those demon cultivators dig you out, you will pretend to be dizzy."


    "If they ask you what happened, you will say that the old demon cultivator suddenly went crazy, lost all his mind, and went as if he was in a devil. He killed all the demon cultivators who were guarding and surveillance, and then closed the door and said that he would die with the Ten Thousand Demon Valley..."


    "You hid far away, so you escaped."


    "You don''t know anything else."


    Ouyang Mu recited the words of ink painting in his heart, silently wrote them down, and then nodded.


    After that, Mo Hua began to prepare for the house bombing.


    There is a formation in the house, and he only needs to move his hands and feet on the previous formation framework.


    After the planning was completed, Mo Hua chose a corner and asked Ouyang Mu to lie down.


    This place will not be affected by the damage of the formation.


    Some falling rocks would not hurt him.


    Then Mo Hua picked up the old demon cultivator''s natal bone sword.


    The white bone sword demon transformed by the old demon cultivator was buried in this bone sword.


    Mo Hua received the bone sword into his own storage bag.


    He was still counting on the bone sword to show him the way.


    After everything was ready, Mo Hua tiptoed out of the evil weapon room, and then outside, he used his spiritual sense to activate the formation inside the room.


    In an instant, fire and blood rose up.


    The evil weapon chamber collapsed with a bang, and gravel flew, causing the surrounding demon cultivators to shake.


    After a while, Jin Gui, who was in charge, arrived.


    His face was even worse than pig liver, and he immediately ordered many demon cultivators to dig out the collapsed ruins.


    Ink painting looked from a distance.


    Mo Hua left quietly after the small wood was dug out and it seemed that nothing serious was wrong.


    Small wood is of great use.


    These demon cultivators will not make things difficult for the time being.


    And it would be enough for them to find out what happened in the evil weapon room.


    After Mo Hua left, he returned to the formation privy room.


    He thought about it and removed the Bone Sword.


    This sword was too long. He felt it was troublesome and used his best weapon refining skills to dismantle the sword body.


    The sword blade was also made by formation, melting most of it, leaving only one hilt, with a small cut-off sword.


    The evil thoughts of the old demon cultivator are now placed in the Broken Sword.


    Moreover, it is near the hilt of the sword with the Shinto array pattern engraved.


    So if the sword body is broken, the impact is not great.


    Mo Hua held the broken bone sword and nodded.


    This makes it much more convenient to hold.


    What we need to do later is to let this old demon cultivator lead the way and find the way out of the valley in the complex valley of Ten Thousand Demons.


    And, find the last natural trench in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley—


    Demon Refining Picture.


    The eyes of the ink painting shine in the dark night.


    He wants to try whether this "natural chasm" can stop him.


    And see with your own eyes whether this monster refining picture really raises many monsters...


    ?Thanks to the readers and the goddess of luck 9786 for their rewards~


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    (This chapter ends)