Chapter 779 "Mr.
Jianbo looked inexplicably frightened, and his bones were trembling all over his body.
What is this little ancestor doing? !
Can the supreme and majestic sheep horn skull worshipped in Wan Yao Valley sit under your butt?
He is so lawless that he is so lawless.
"You must get out quickly and never follow this little ancestor, otherwise one day he will be punished by heaven and earth. If he is punished by heaven, a thunder will kill him, and he will also have to be implicated."
Jianbot said anxiously in his heart.
But there are no ink paintings.
It is not comfortable to sit on the sheep skull. It is cold, cool, and a little yin, but it is smooth at least, so it is okay to sit on it.
The conditions are limited, so we can’t choose so many.
So Mo Hua took the sheep skull worshipped in Wan Yao Valley as a small stool and sat and eavesdropped on the black-clothed leader''s discussion with Jin Gui.
At this time, the golden treasure was reporting something respectfully.
"The leader forgives the crime... The old weapon refiner suddenly went crazy for some reason, killed the demon cultivator who was guarding, detonated the evil weapon room, and died of self-harm. Fortunately, the boy from the Ouyang family is fine..."
"But that old weapon refiner is dead, and there is no demon cultivator in the valley who can teach the method of casting evil swords. The young master''s plan is probably delayed for a while..."
"In addition, outside the gate of the Ten Thousand Demon Prison, a demon cultivator suddenly died suddenly and went crazy..."
"This is the seventh time."
"And for some reason, I accidentally discovered that something was monitoring me, even monitoring the entire Wan Yao Prison."
"I doubt…"
Jin Gui paused for a moment and didn''t continue.
The black-clothed leader''s eyes were slightly condensed, and his voice was quiet: "Do you suspect... someone might have sneaked in?"
"It may not be a human being," Jin Gui said, "It may be... something from the Demon Refining Picture, and ran out..."
The black-clothed leader''s eyes sank.
Jin Gui hurriedly explained: "I have thought about it. If these things happen naturally, the possibility is too small. It is unlikely to say that there is a ''person'' behind the scenes."
"Not to mention that the Ten Thousand Demon Valley is strictly guarded, can anyone come in?"
"Even if someone can really enter the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, it is impossible to do these things under our noses without leaving any trace."
"Especially, it''s like making the demon cultivator out of control."
"The only possibility is...the demon refining picture!"
Jin Gui raised his eyes and looked at the black-clothed head captain with a very serious expression. "So I guess, those terrible things in the Demon Refining Picture... ran out. Because they are invisible and intangible, no trouble can be easily discovered."
The black-clothed neckline shrank and nodded slightly.
The ink painting, hiding behind the sheep horn statue, couldn''t help but nod.
This is precious, quite smart.
His explanation seems to be quite reasonable.
The black-clothed leader pondered for a moment and said slowly:
"Okay, I understand. I''ll be responsible for this matter, you don''t have to worry about it. Since it''s related to the monster refining picture, it''s dangerous and unpredictable, it''s not something you can solve."
Jin Gui bowed his head and bowed, "Yes."
He didn''t show any expression on the surface, but he sighed in his heart.
This "burden" was finally thrown out...
All things are not going well today, and the situation is frequent. As a manager, he cannot refuse to blame.
If you blindly cover it up, the pot will only get bigger and bigger. One day, if you can''t keep the fire from being covered, you will face the punishment of the young master.
If you don’t cover it up, you will be able to pass the blame.
The object of blame is very particular.
First of all, exclude demon cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.
These demon cultivators are controlled by the demon pattern and dare not disobey at all. Moreover, they stay in the valley all day long, and they can tell many things once they check it out, and they can''t tell any lies.
Secondly, it is not good to say that there is an invasion of "outsiders".
As we all know, since the Wan Yao Valley was built, no "outsiders" have ever come in for hundreds of years.
How could it be so coincidental that I became an "outsider" as soon as I became a manager?
This excuse is too obvious.
Moreover, it cannot be verified.
Since that is the case, the only reason is the terrible things in the Demon Refining Picture.
This excuse was also figured out after he had worked hard to figure it out.
If this is true, then you will be right.
If this is not the case, then no one can say that the situation is confusing.
No matter what, I can’t blame myself.
The demons are invisible, and disasters are no signs.
The matter of refining the demon map is inexplicable. These are nothing within your ability.
This pot was thrown out naturally.
The leader not only does not blame himself, but also feels that he is careful and cautious.
Nowadays, both sect disciples and demon cultivators must be able to do things.
Personal ability is one aspect, and whether it will “report” is another aspect.
The black-clothed leader was no longer worried about the precious things, and he focused all his attention on the demon refining picture.
Jin Gui may be a little shirked in this matter, but his guess is indeed reasonable. The Demon Refining Picture is the center of the entire Ten Thousand Demon Valley. No matter what, there is no fault.
The black-clad leader frowned and thought.
At this moment, Jin Gui''s heart moved slightly and said:
"Chief, didn''t there be a surveillance formation in the Wan Yao Prison before? If this type of formation is re-activated, can you know...what happened in the Wan Yao Prison?"
The black-clothed leader shook his head: "No, those formations can''t be used anymore."
Jin Gui was puzzled, "Why?"
The black-clothed leader said in a deep voice: "You don''t know the reason here... About two years ago, a demon cave in Bishan City, the second-grade state was about to be completed, and a venerable died because of this."
"We found out later that the spiritual vision restoration array used for monitoring in the heavily guarded Bishan Demon Cave was infiltrated and utilized by others, which gave Dao Tingsi''s lackeys an opportunity."
"Mr. Tu was worried that Wan Yao Valley would repeat the same mistake, so he temporarily demolished the entire set of elixir magnetic reconstitution formation and completely sealed it to prevent future troubles."
"In order to avoid our own ''eyes'' and seeing things for others..."
The black-clad leader said.
But ink painting was stunned.
I see…
He was wondering before, why all the good Yuan Magnetic Vision Reset Arrays had to be removed and completely sealed.
It turned out to be the "fate" I committed myself!
Jin Gui was still a little puzzled, "The Yuan Magnetic Array is a very slanted formation. The Yuan Magnetic Spirit Vision Reconstruction Array is an advanced reconstruction array, and it is even more impossible for the sect to teach. The people of the Daoting Department are indifferent, so there should be no such formation talents... Who is the one who can penetrate the Yuan Magnetic Array and use it in reverse?"
The black-clothed leader said with a serious expression: "I don''t know either, but as Mr. Tu expected, this person must be a formation master with extremely profound knowledge and profound attainments!"
Mo Hua nodded.
Mr. Tu is right!
The black-clad leader said again: "You act carefully and take those three little ghosts..."
"That little devil from the Ouyang family has tried to make him a sword. In this way, with a younger brother who made an evil sword for us, his hypocritical brother would have to serve us..."
"The young master is very optimistic about the sword genius in Chongxu Sect. He can take him on the boat. After being indulged in luxury, he will become the young master of the world."
"As for the Song family... I don''t know if his parents are obedient, so I just sacrifice it. It''s useless to keep it."
The black-clad leader gave a reminder.
"Yes." Jin Gui bowed.
"You go down." The black-clad leader waved his hand.
Jin Gui gave a bow and then stepped down.
In the hall, there was only the black-clothed leader left. He sat down in the middle, took out a few rolls of demon paper, and started to look through it.
Mo Hua really wanted to know what he was looking at, but unfortunately he was far apart and couldn''t see it at all.
"What he saw was the Shinto formation, right..."
Ink painting is a little itchy.
After half an hour, there was another movement outside the door.
The black-clothed leader closed the demon skin paper and said:
"Come in."
A figure in a black robe walked in, but compared with the black-clothed head-corner, Jin Gui, or other demon cultivators, the figure seemed much "slimming".
Compared to the demon cultivator, he is more like an ordinary "person".
Ink painting is a little confused.
At this moment, the man in a black robe walked into the hall, lifted his hood, and complained:
"This bird place is gloomy and fishy. Cousin, you can stay there..."
cousin?
Mo Hua frowned and looked closely and was suddenly stunned.
He also knows this person.
Jin Yicai!
It is the direct descendant of the Jin family with prominent identities in the Duanjin Gate.
Mo Hua remembers clearly that this Jin Yicai was the head of Duanjin Sect eight hundred years ago. Now his grandfather is the eldest elder of Duanjin Sect, his father is the deputy head of Duanjin Sect, and his mother is the true elder of Duanjin Sect...
All of them are senior executives of Duanjinmen.
Almost grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth.
Last time on the banks of Yanshui River, Jin Yicai sold monks and smuggled the banned pills. It could almost be said that he was captured by the human stolen goods, but he was still suppressed by the superiors.
Since then, he has become much more low-key on the surface.
But unexpectedly, I was still making trouble behind my back.
The head-in-law in black glanced at Jin Yicai and asked, "Is his journey secret?"
Jin Yicai said, "Don''t worry, my father has confined me, but the people who care about me are all guest officials. They do things according to my face and do things. They dare not ask wherever I really went. Otherwise, I would complain to my mother and say that these guest officials have a bad attitude and are not subject to the control, so they would not want to hang out in the Duanjin Gate."
Jin Yicai sneered, "This is the reason why it is said that distant but not interfere with each other."
"I give them face, treat them as guest officials and elders; if I don''t give them face, they are just dogs raised by my Jin family."
Jin Yicai said, walked to the middle of the hall and sat down swaggeringly.
The head captain in black frowned, "Be careful in words and actions, and be polite to the guest officials. No matter what you think in your heart, at least you have to pretend on the surface."
"I''m too lazy to pretend..." Jin Yicai shook his head, turned his eyes lightly, and asked: "Cousin, you asked me to come here. Could it be that you have studied the tricks?"
Mo Hua frowned slightly when she heard this.
That set of things? What?
While he was confused, he heard the head-clothed man say, "With his eyes, you can try it first."
Jin Yicai looked excited, "Okay!"
The black-clothed leader hesitated for a moment, turned on a roll of demon paper, and slowly said:
"Originally, a direct lineman like you would not have any demonic patterns under the noses of the ancestors and the head of the family all day long, so as not to reveal their traces."
"But the following several discussion meetings are important and delays are not allowed... Therefore, even if there is a possibility of being discovered, we have to go on a dangerous situation."
Jin Yicai was stunned when he heard this, his expression was a little nervous, as if he was still afraid of the ancestor and the head of the family, so he said worriedly:
“If found…”
The black-clad leader said in the intercept: "The situation is special now, and it''s okay if he has been discovered."
Jin Yicai looked surprised, "Cousin, I don''t quite understand..."
The head-in-law in black glanced at him and asked meaningfully, "Are you doing these for yourself?"
Isn’t this nonsense?
Man will not be punished for himself and will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
Jin Yicai nodded, suddenly became stunned, and slowly thought about it, "It''s not for myself..."
The black-clad leader nodded and agreed:
"That''s right, the swordsmanship conference is about to come. You do this for the sect, for the family, not for yourself!"
"No matter what method you use, as long as you really can win the ranking in the sword competition, bring glory to the sect, and make great contributions to the next sect reform, even if the ancestors and the others know, they will only turn a blind eye."
"Even, they will not blame you, but on the contrary, they will also think that you have the ability and are of great use!"
"It doesn''t matter whether the means are dirty or not, just use them. The winner is the king, and if you do not use any means, it is the iron rule in this world."
"As long as you win, no matter how bad your deeds are, no matter how dirty you are, no matter how dirty you are, you will have that foolish fool who admires you."
"On the contrary, as long as you lose, no matter how noble your character is, you will only be ridiculed and despised."
Jin Yicai was still a little worried: "If the matter is exposed..."
The black-clothed leader''s eyes were slightly sunken, "As long as you can win, even if the matter is exposed, the ancestor will cover it up for you."
"Don''t forget, you are the direct descendant of the Jin family, and the Duanjin Gate. You will prosper and lose both! How can the ancestors and the others not know?"
Jin Yicai suddenly realized and felt completely relieved.
"Okay, cousin, I''ll listen to you."
The black-clothed leader nodded slightly, then opened the demon paper and said:
"This set of things still needs to have a magic trick or magic skill as the basis."
"In my opinion, it is best to draw demon patterns. This is the Ten Thousand Demon Valley. The demon patterns are complete, and all kinds of bone and blood materials are of high quality."
"The demon patterns on this picture include beasts such as bears, tigers, leopards, or golden eagles, hawks, falcons, and birds of prey. If you choose one, I will tattoo them on you..."
The black-clothed leader unfolded the demon skin formation diagram.
Jin Yicai looked at it one by one and felt that it was not very suitable for him.
His eyes swept down, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he pointed to a demon pattern and said, "Cousin, draw this dog pattern for me."
The black-clothed leader was obviously stunned, "What?"
“Canine pattern.”
Jin Yicai repeated it again.
The black-clad leader almost thought he had heard it wrong.
Jin Yicai smiled, with a hint of evil in his smile:
"Cousin, I''m not to hide it. These days, there are too many female cultivators who have entered my cave in the middle of the night. Those **** are so annoying, but they are so tender that they are so itchy that I have to treat them well."
"It is said that the dog demon..."
Jin Yicai showed a look that could only be understood.
The black-clothed leader looked stunned and was a little unbelievable for a moment.
Then his face was as deep as water, and his heart was both contempt and angry.
Sure enough, doting is a lot of defeat!
In this world, a lackey still has the heart of a tiger and wolf.
He, the young master who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, is just a wild dog in heat in his bones? !
The black-clothed head captain jumped straight on his forehead and said with anger:
"Have you thought about it?"
Jin Yicai was completely unaware of the contempt of the black-clothed leader, and still said with a complacent look:
"Cousin, I''ve thought about it. There are so many people working hard in this world. I don''t need to do anything about taking risks and charging into battle. I just need to live a comfortable and refreshing life."
The black-clothed leader was silent for a long time before he said silently:
"OK."
Jin Yicai looked happy, "Thank you cousin!"
The black-clothed leader looked no more happy and angry, and he only said in a deep voice: "You chose this yourself."
“This is nature.”
Jin Yicai looked expectant. He could almost think of his singing and fighting every night.
"good!"
The black-clothed leader said indifferently.
Then he silently took out the pen and ink, followed a "dog" pattern on the demon sculpting paper, and drew a four-elephant dog pattern formation on Jin Yicai''s back.
He used a bone pen, dipped in human blood, and painted with demonic patterns.
This is the process of the evil formation, accompanied by the severe pain of evil.
Jin Yicai grinned in pain, and tried to struggle to get up, screaming.
The black-clothed leader ignored it, like a pig killing, pressed Jin Yicai on the table, his wrist was calm, his writing was like a knife, and he kept drawing a four-elephant dog pattern formation.
After finishing the painting, Jin Yicai was covered in cold sweat, collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and said intermittently:
"My cousin...it''s just drawing a formation, how could it hurt so much? It''s like stitching the flesh and blood and the formation patterns together..."
The black-clothed leader''s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were even more contemptuous.
If you can’t even eat such a little pain, why are you a monk?
What else do you want to do?
But he did not say it, but simply said:
"The four-similar formation is quite special, and it pays attention to the fusion of the formation and flesh. If you slacken too much of your body refining, you will naturally feel pain, and it will be much better after that."
Jin Yicai''s face was a little pale, "Cousin, you can only draw this formation once..."
He doesn''t want to take this bitterness again.
The black-clad leader nodded, "Yes."
Jin Yicai breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I thought that after drawing the formation, I would soon be able to "show my strength" and make the clouds and rains freely, and the unhappiness in my heart was fleeting.
It is not unacceptable to suffer a little.
Jin Yicai said again: "When will I get out of the valley?"
The ink painting was eavesdropping, and his expression moved when he heard this.
Out of the valley?
The black-clothed leader said, "Not yet, let''s talk about it next time you start the valley."
Jin Yicai nodded.
Although he wished he could immediately return to his cave in Duanjin Gate - no matter how narrow his cave was, it was better than this Wan Yao Valley.
But things always have serious consequences, and he is not really so brainless.
The head-clothed leader in black said, "You go back first, and wait until the Four Symbol Array on your body is in harmony with the flesh and blood, and then come again, and what is next is the key."
Jin Yicai hesitated, "Then..."
The black-clothed leader understood his concerns, snorted coldly in his heart, and said indifferently: "What we use later is other formations, which are not as **** and painful as this."
Jin Yicai felt relieved and bowed, "Then cousin, you can do it first, I won''t disturb you."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
After Jin Yicai left, the black-clothed leader looked at his departure back and stood for a long time, then couldn''t help but sneer:
"It would be strange if you rely on this kind of person to be defeated by the Kinmen..."
"I am eager to fame and fortune, soaked in honey, feeding the treasures of heaven and earth... What are the things I teach generation after generation."
The black-clothed leader had a cold look.
After that, he walked to the center of the hall and continued to look at the formation on the demon skin paper, as if he was learning something.
The hall became quiet for a moment.
As the lights swayed, there was only the sound of rind paper turning.
No one chats, but there is no ink painting.
Hiding behind the statue, he couldn''t do anything else, and he was a little bored for a while.
I don’t know how long it took, just when Mo Hua felt that she was doing nothing, the black-clothed leader suddenly had another movement.
He looked at the sundial on the table, closed the demon paper, and murmured in a low voice: "It''s time..."
Ink painting was slightly stunned.
The time is here?
When is the time coming?
Just as he was confused, he found that the black-clothed leader suddenly walked towards him.
Mo Hua was slightly shocked. After a closer look, he realized that the black-clothed leader did not find him, but walked straight to the statue of the sheep horn demon and slowly knelt down.
He knelt very piously.
At the same time, he murmured in a low voice: "The boundless wilderness, the supreme **** lord..."
"The life is immortal, and the life is endless..."
"Please bless the Lord of God and give me great divine thoughts..."
"I would like to give me some advice and give me the secret of formation."
…
But when I heard the ink painting, the more I felt something was wrong, the more I saw the black-clothed leader kowtowed three times at the statue of the demon.
After three bows, a mysterious and evil breath of divine thoughts rose from him.
A **** figure slowly appeared on his shoulders and head.
This blood-colored figure has a weird and terrifying aura. It looks like a gentleman, but the blood-colored one is hazy and the face cannot be seen clearly.
But Mo Hua''s pupils suddenly shrank.
A familiar name slowly came to my mind:
“Mr. Tu!”
(This chapter ends)