Chapter 777 Mural


    Mo Hua eavesdropped on the conversation between Jin Gui and the demon cultivator again.


    Everything was quite similar to what I expected.


    The evil weapon room was blown up and it was in a mess.


    The old demon cultivator who forged the evil sword was crazy. There was a trace of flesh and blood left in the scene, and two demon cultivators'' corpses.


    These two demon cultivators were tragic in death, with scars of arthropods on their bodies. They were obviously strangled to death by the centipede demon cultivator.


    It can be clearly seen that there was a death battle before his death.


    It was the old demon cultivator who took action.


    In addition, the bone furnace, blood pool, evil sword, formation, everything was destroyed. The dirty blood was poured out, and no one could tell which ones were problematic and which were fine.


    Jin Gui was furious, but he could only calm down.


    He is in charge of the business, and if something goes wrong, it will only make the leader or the young master question his ability to do things.


    Therefore, it is best to make small things happen.


    He doesn''t dare to make a big deal either.


    Ouyang Mu has a mid-stage cultivation in the foundation building and is dull. Even if he escapes by chance, he will not be suspected.


    Jin Gui was also glad that after the evil weapon chamber collapsed, Ouyang Mu was not dead, otherwise he would have had a big trouble.


    Therefore, small wood is temporarily safe.


    As for Linghu laughing and Song Jian, their situation is not bad.


    After all, it is not yet time to truly "find the picture".


    You can leave for a while.


    Mo Hua went to see Linghu Xiao and the other two again, and said, "I''ll go and step on it. I may not come back in a few days. Be careful."


    Linghu Xiao looked solemn and nodded.


    Ouyang Muze said, "Senior Brother Mo, be careful."


    Although Song Jian had a stern face and said nothing, his heart was suddenly filled with space.


    When Mo Hua was there, although he often couldn''t see people invisible, he was always much more at ease and could eat jerky meat.


    But now when Mo Hua left, he suddenly felt very insecure.


    Song Jian became entangled for a moment.


    Mo Hua was too lazy to care about him, but gradually disappeared and disappeared.


    Linghu Xiao and the other two looked at each other, feeling that Mo Hua was not there, and it seemed that it suddenly became "gloomy" again in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison.


    …


    In the Wan Yao Prison, the top of a prison.


    Ink painting gradually emerged.


    There was no figure of a demon cultivator around, only the monsters bound by huge chains were still roaring in a low voice.


    Mo Hua took out half of the bone-cut sword and asked, "Where to go?"


    The half-bone sword was silent, without any movement.


    Mo Hua threatened, "If you don''t make a sound, I''ll ruin you."


    Sure enough, a hidden and old voice came from the sword, "Let''s wait... Xiao Zu... I said..."


    The sound behind was cut off for a while and then came again.


    “…You didn’t hear it…”


    Mo Hua listened attentively, and after a while, he realized that this old demon cultivator was indeed talking, but he was not "talking", but more like...


    "Divine thoughts transmit voice".


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "You can send voice transmission through divine thoughts?"


    The old demon cultivator was helpless, "I am dead and have no physical body, and it is the residual soul power, so as long as I speak, it is all about ''sense transmission of divine thoughts''..."


    "Oh, yes." Mo Hua suddenly realized.


    Then he asked, "I don''t speak, I just use divine thoughts to transmit voice. Can you feel it?"


    The old demon cultivator was speechless, but he did not dare to say that ink painting was "ignorant" and only said implicitly:


    "Little ancestor, you are joking. All the monks in the Feather Realm cannot ‘transmit their voices’."


    "Why can we transmit sound when we are transmigrated?" Mo Hua said seriously.


    "This..." the old demon cultivator said embarrassedly: "I am just building the foundation, and I am apart from the Feather Realm. The specific reason... I am ignorant and not very clear..."


    "Oh." Mo Hua was a little unhappy.


    This old guy has a little bit of water, but he knows it but not why it is.


    But it doesn''t matter.


    "The current situation is that you can quietly transmit the divine thoughts, and I can only speak to you?" Mo Hua asked.


    "Yes..." the old demon cultivator whispered.


    Mo Hua nodded, "Okay..."


    He pointed the broken bone sword forward and asked again:


    “Where to go?”


    The white bones were silent for a while, as if he was meditating, and as if he was recalling the route. After a moment, the old demon cultivator sent a voice to Mo Hua:


    "On the right, after passing the blood-red wolf demon''s prison, the second stone gate, turn right and walk inside..."


    Mo Hua looked to the right and nodded.


    He hid his body again and was about to walk towards the direction the old demon cultivator was guided by him.


    But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly remembered something, shook the broken bone sword in his hand again, warning:


    "Old guy, don''t lie to me, or I''ll let you know what real ''horror'' is."


    The old demon cultivator hurriedly said:


    "I dare not, I dare not..."


    At least for a short time, it was scared by ink painting and did not dare to have any strange thoughts.


    and…


    The old demon cultivator whispered: "I don''t call me ''old thing''..."


    Its sound is very small, but I still heard the ink painting.


    "That''s right, don''t you call it ''old thing''? Then what''s your name?" Mo Hua asked curiously.


    The old demon cultivator sighed with emotion, "Before I became a demon cultivator, I was a disciple of Tai Amen, with his surname Ouyang and his name..."


    Unexpectedly, he said that Mo Hua didn''t listen to his words, but muttered to himself:


    "It''s not good to call it ''old thing'', it''s a bit rude. I''ll give you a nickname, I can give you a nickname..."


    The old demon cultivator was silent.


    Mo Hua thought about it and a flash of inspiration, "You are a sword demon, you have a sword and a bone in your body, so you will call you ''sword bone''."


    The old demon cultivator almost thought that Mo Hua was calling him "slutty bones".


    It was a little angry.


    Its dignity does not allow it to accept such a humiliating name.


    But its courage is not enough to support it to send out a little protest.


    Sword bones are just sword bones...


    The old demon cultivator accepted this name and had to praise the ink painting against his conscience:


    "Good name... The young master is really a ''master'' who is naming."


    Mo Hua happily accepted this flattery and then said:


    "Lead the way, sword bone."


    The old demon cultivator who was given the name "Sword Bone" in Mo Hua was helpless and said as if he accepted his fate: "Yes..."


    Then the sword bones show the way.


    Mo Hua hid her body, while letting go of her spiritual consciousness and observing the surroundings, holding the broken sword of white bones, listening to the divine thoughts of the sword bones, shuttled through the complex prison of Ten Thousand Demons.


    The entire Wan Yao Valley was built by hollowing out the mountain and has a large body. Not only are there many stone halls and stone chambers, but the passages and corridors are densely intertwined. In addition, there are magic cultivators with patrols, and they are intertwined. If you don’t know the road, you will be easily confused.


    Fortunately, "Sword Bones" has a very old experience, rich experience, and is familiar with Wan Yao Valley. In addition, he is held in the hands of ink paintings, so he dare not act rashly, so he did his best along the way, which is quite reliable.


    I don’t know how long I walked, but the ink painting came to a gate.


    This gate stands tall, with two huge stone statues of monsters carved with hideous and terrifying demon patterns.


    This is the gate of the Wan Yao Prison.


    There is a lock formation in front of the door, but it is not too clever. The main reason is that there are a few demon cultivators guarding it, which is a bit troublesome.


    "Every six hours, the demon cultivator will change shifts and there will be more than ten breaths..."


    "Sword Bones" secretly transmitted a voice.


    But ink painting doesn’t have that patience.


    He hid quietly in the dark and picked a red-haired hyena demon cultivator.


    He has analyzed the four-simile demon pattern of dogs, and the corresponding formation pivot is also summarized in his "Four-simile demon pattern library".


    Ink painting took advantage of the unpreparedness and began to control the ink.


    A ball of spiritual ink floated in the air, condensed into a thread of ink, quietly swimming and winding, and finally climbed on the leg of the demon cultivator, forming the four-similar dog pattern formation.


    The demon cultivator has a thick skin and a slow perception.


    The dog monster felt a little cold on his legs and didn''t care much at first.


    But when he realized that the chill was a little weird, it was too late.


    As soon as the demon pattern lit up, the demon power instantly lost control. Under the control of Mo Hua, the demon power went against the flow and rushed straight to the sky spirit.


    The hyeno demon cultivator had an abnormal consciousness and was extremely fierce. He instantly slaughtered at several demon cultivators beside him.


    The scene was in chaos for a while.


    The demon cultivators fought each other.


    Roars and curses mixed together, and blood splattered all over the floor.


    Mo Hua swayed and left the gate of the Wan Yao Prison.


    The "Sword Bone" who was lying in the broken sword of white bones felt cold when he saw all this.


    It didn''t notice at all what method did this little ancestor use to quietly make the demon cultivator lose control and fight with each other.


    These demon cultivators who guard the door are very powerful, but in the hands of this little ancestor, it seems like a "toy".


    So scary...


    Jianbotou''s little thoughts in his heart were a little less.


    After leaving the Ten Thousand Demon Prison, there are several avenues in front of you.


    Mo Hua asked again: "Which path will you take?"


    Sword bone trembled, "Left..."


    Mo Hua looked up, nodded, and walked towards the road to the left.


    As we get deeper and broader, our vision becomes more and more surprising. Wan Yao Valley is indeed very big.


    The Wan Yao Zhu is only part of it.


    There are still many evil Taoist buildings in other places.


    These things can be explored one by one and it will take a long time to explore them.


    There is not enough time now, so he can only skip it.


    After walking for a while, the smell of blood suddenly became extremely strong.


    Mo Hua frowned, and looking around, what was presented to her was a huge venue, with a large number of large guillotines densely populated between them.


    On the guillotine, there was a chain that was thick across the man, and a huge slashed axe driven by a formation was also built.


    At this time, a bear demon was tied to the guillotine by thick chains.


    After the formation was activated, a huge broken-headed axe roared past, cutting off the bear demon''s head, and blood rushed to the blood pool below the stage like a spring.


    There are also many monsters with "head-breaking" lying on other guillotines.


    At this time, many demon cultivators were busy dissecting the corpses of these monsters.


    The dissected monsters'' fur, bones, heads, demon pills, internal organs, etc. are processed and stored in different categories.


    "This is the slaughterhouse..."


    Sword bone head transmitted the voice.


    “Slaughterhouse…”


    Mo Hua frowned and murmured silently in her heart.


    Jianbotou said again: "This place has no name. The ''slaughterhouse'' is a conventional name among demon cultivators. All monsters caught in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison will be opened here..."


    Mo Hua nodded and continued to walk forward.


    After walking for another hour, I saw a tower-like building.


    "This is the demon refining pot." Jianbotou said.


    Mo Hua was a little confused and lowered his voice and said, "Isn''t this a tower? Why is it called a demon refining pot?"


    Jianbotou said: "It is said that this demon-refining pot is a type of Taoist cultivation building in the southern barbarians of the Great Wilderness. It is made into a demon tower with the shape of the ''pot'', which is both a building and a spiritual weapon."


    Mo Hua looked up and realized that the entire tower in front of him was sculpting monsters outside, and the dragon and snake climbing, layer after layer, but there were two upper and lower abdomen, and the middle layer was narrowed, which was indeed like a "pot".


    "In the Great Wilderness, the habit of naming is really strange..."


    Mo Hua muttered silently.


    The old demon cultivator named "Sword Bone" by ink painting was stunned and he didn''t know what to say.


    "This tower... this demon refining pot, have you ever been in?" Mo Hua asked.


    "No," Jianbo''s tone was a little solemn, "I don''t know what''s there, and I''m a weapon refiner, and I''m making swords every day, and I don''t have the chance to enter the demon refining pot."


    "Okay," Mo Hua nodded, "Then let''s go around."


    Everything should be prioritized.


    The Wan Yao Valley is too big, so you will definitely not be able to visit it. Since that''s the case, don''t make any troubles.


    "Lead the way." Mo Hua ordered again.


    The sword bones were honest and continued to guide the way for ink painting.


    After walking for a while, I encountered a large alchemy room. According to a rough estimate, there were about dozens of them.


    In each alchemy room, there is a white bone alchemy furnace.


    Many demon cultivators are constantly refining evil pills inside.


    Some of the monster materials, especially the internal organs, were transported over after being slaughtered, and were refined into pills while they were fresh and bloody.


    Mo Hua frowned, a little confused.


    "How come there are so many alchemy rooms in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley?"


    "The more evil pills are, the better, and there is no need to worry about more... After all, there are so many demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley." Jian Bottom said.


    Mo Hua nodded slightly and said strangely:


    "What about the weapon refining? You are the only one in this valley to refine the weapon?"


    Jianbot patiently explained: "Pills are consumables, and evil weapons are durables, different..."


    "Besides, most of the valleys are demon cultivators. Demon cultivators rely more on their own minions rather than evil weapons. Only those demon cultivators who must use evil weapons to perform a body of demonic magic, or those who are proficient in sword techniques and are unwilling to give up after becoming demonic cultivators, can they use evil weapons."


    "So the consumption of evil weapons is far less than that of evil pills."


    "Besides, I am not the only one of the evil weapon masters in this valley. There were a few before, but I couldn''t stand it. Both of them were dead."


    "In the end, I''m the only one left..."


    "Oh." Mo Hua nodded and suddenly realized something was wrong, "You can''t kill the other evil masters?"


    Jianbot smiled in a low voice, "I won''t hide it from you, a master of evil weapons, can you live in the valley for a long time. Once there are too many, it will be worthless."


    This sword bone is indeed not a good thing...


    Mo Hua silently complained in her heart.


    But it doesn’t matter, anyway, the evil weapon masters are all dead.


    Mo Hua asked again: "There is a weapon refining room and an alchemy room in this valley. Is there a place to paint the formation?"


    Jianbo was stunned, shook his head, and sent a message:


    "I don''t know this. There are almost no formation masters among the demon cultivators."


    "No formation master?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.


    Jianbot explained: "When the demon cultivator enters the demon path, his body will become stronger due to the increase in the demon power, but correspondingly, his spiritual consciousness will decline and his mentality will be abnormal."


    "The key to the formation master is to have a spiritual consciousness, which not only needs to be strong, but also to be sane."


    "The spiritual consciousness declines, the formation cannot be drawn, the mind is unclear, and even the formation patterns will gradually be forgotten, so there are only a handful of formation masters among demon cultivators..."


    The voice of the sword bones was slightly deeper, "At least I have been in this Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and have been suffocating for hundreds of years, and have never seen a few formation masters."


    "The only few either died early because they could not adapt to the life of the demon cultivator, or they became mentally ill and gradually forgot that they were a formation master..."


    Mo Hua frowned, "Then where did the formations in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley come from?"


    Jianbo was a little afraid to say.


    Mo Hua held the hilt of the sword and smashed it on the ground a few times.


    Jianbotou was helpless and immediately said, "It''s the leader."


    Mo Hua felt a little nervous in her heart, "Chief? A demon cultivator in the Golden Dan realm?"


    "No, no." Jianbot shook his head, "It''s a foundation building, not even a golden elixir. In this Ten Thousand Demon Valley, there are only three elders who are golden elixirs."


    "Why should a foundation be the leader?" Mo Hua was puzzled.


    Sword bones said in a voice: "Because in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, all the demon patterns on the demon cultivators were drawn by the leader..."


    Ink painting frowned.


    All the demon patterns on the demon cultivator were painted by this leader?


    This means that this leader has mastered almost all kinds of Four Symbol Demon Formation?


    At the same time, have you also mastered the Shinto formation?


    Isn’t that...better than yourself?


    Can a foundation-building cultivator have such strong achievements in formations?


    I don’t believe in ink painting.


    Of course, the main reason is that I am not convinced.


    So far, he has not met a formation master who is even more powerful than himself in the same realm.


    “No…”


    Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and soon realized a problem, frowned and said, "Did you say that all the demon patterns on the demon cultivators were painted by this ''leader''?"


    "But this Wan Yao Valley has been built for at least several hundred years."


    "If this leader was just a foundation-building realm, how could he live for so long?"


    Jianbot shook his head and said, "This... I don''t know. The leader in this valley is mysterious. I have been in the valley for hundreds of years and have only seen him a few times. And it is far away, so I don''t know his background at all."


    “A little weird…”


    Mo Hua muttered.


    There must be some secret hidden in this "leader".


    However, time is urgent now, so it is not advisable to be too entangled.


    The most urgent thing is other matters...


    In the alchemy room, Mo Hua didn’t plan to stay because the ones he refined were all evil pills. Even if he stole it, it would be useless to rob it.


    "Continue to lead the way." Mo Hua said, "Take me to see the picture of the demon refining."


    Jianbo was a little nervous.


    Especially since it is now in a state of "evil spirit", for some reason, it becomes more and more afraid of the demon refining picture.


    It reminded: "That picture is very dangerous, it''s best not to rashly..."


    Mo Hua asked: "How dangerous is it?"


    Jianbo was still trying to speak, but suddenly he was stunned. Only then did he realize that refining the demon map was dangerous, but "holding" his little ancestor may not be less dangerous.


    Jianbo sighed.


    Forget it, they are not all good people.


    Take him there and take him.


    It would be best if this evil little ancestor died in the demon refining map, he would be liberated.


    At that time, you may not be able to find a "sword slave" again. You may not be able to survive in desperate situations. Leaving this ghost place, you will see the light of day again.


    There will be no one else from now on, so I dare to call myself "sword bone"!


    A glimmer of hope arises in Jianbo’s heart.


    It has done its best.


    In its eyes, ink painting is like an evil ghost.


    The demon refining picture is purgatory.


    The evil ghost will naturally go to purgatory.


    What it has to do now is to take the "evil ghost" of the Ink Painting and walk into the "purgatory" of the Demon Refining Picture, so that it can have a chance to escape.


    "Young Master, come with me. I am very familiar with this path and there will be no mistakes."


    Jianbotou said.


    Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.


    After that, Jianbo led the way, Mo Hua followed, walked through dozens of alchemy rooms, walked through several wide stone paths, avoided many patrol demon cultivators, climbed up a cliff, raised his eyes and looked forward.


    On the mountain wall standing in the distance, a huge mural with monsters dancing wildly came into view.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel shocked:


    "This is...the demon refining picture?!"


    (This chapter ends)