Chapter 785: Make accusation for the tiger
Xunziyou and Xunzixian were both suffocated.
Xun Ziyou shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, you can''t go in."
Linghu laughed at the life and death of these three children. He was very sorry and felt uncomfortable.
But this is the business of Chongxu Gate, Tai Amen and Duanjin Gate Song family.
It doesn''t hurt him even if it hurts.
Although he was regretful, that''s all.
But if the ink painting makes his own decision and really enters this demon refining picture, he is unlucky and has any accidents. If he breaks it inside, the Taixu Sect will also suffer heavy losses.
The ancestor will not be polite to himself.
I didn''t even have the shame to go to see the ancestor.
This "pain" really hurts me.
"Even if you go in, I will go, you can''t do it." Xun Ziyou said again.
Mo Hua said, "Elder Xun, do you know what to do when you go in?"
Xun Ziyou was stunned for a moment, looked at the huge and stern mural in front of him, thought carefully, and then shook his head honestly:
"have no idea…"
He didn''t even know what this demon refining map was.
It is even more impossible to know what tricks there will be.
As an elder of the sect, he spent most of his time in the sect. Although he would go out and had a lot of experience, these experiences were all the "human" experiences facing all kinds of monks.
Not an evil spirit.
So far, he has not encountered many evil spirits, and he knows very little about evil thoughts.
On the contrary, Elder Xun Zixian frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, he solemnly asked Mo Hua: "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded.
At present, there is no evil god''s skeleton or even incarnation in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.
In this demon refining picture, although there are many demons and evil spirits, they may not be very strong when it comes to their strength.
You should be able to "grasp" yourself!
The ink painting looks confident and confident.
Xun Zixian was a little surprised and thought a little.
Although he didn''t know where he was sure of ink painting.
But since this child is a disciple he values, he must be outstanding.
What''s more, since he entered Wan Yao Valley, he has seen Mo Hua''s intelligence, understanding, sense of behavior, and understanding of formation.
Xun Zixian nodded and said:
"I agree to you go in. If you have any needs, just say it and I will help you."
Xunziyou was stunned.
Shangguan Xuan on the other side saw that he looked excited when he heard this and hurriedly said:
"Little brother, as long as you can save Xiao''er, I will be considered as rushing to Xu Sect and owe you a favor!"
"At least, I, Shangguan Xuan, owe you a favor!"
"In the future, as long as you do not violate morality, do not violate the laws of Taoism, and do not harm personal virtues and interests of the sect, just say that I will be obliged to do it!"
This promise is extremely heavy.
What''s more, this is the promise of an elder of the late Jindan Nei Sect in Chongxu Sect, one of the eight major sects.
Xun Zixian was slightly stunned.
Xun Ziyou was even more surprised and sighed, "Xuanjian, you don''t have to..."
Shangguan Xuan shook his head when he saw it, with a serious expression.
“This is what it should be!”
He really has no choice.
The world of cultivation is vast and complex, and there are also specialties in arts.
He cultivated sword energy. He was already in a fog for such evil things and had no idea what to do to save Linghu Xiao.
The demonic energy of the demon refining picture is extremely strong, and it must be extremely dangerous.
If Mo Hua didn''t speak in person, he would naturally be embarrassed to ask Mo Hua, a disciple of Taixu Sect, to take the unknown danger and save their disciples of Chongxu Sect.
But since Mo Hua spoke, he said he was sure, and Elder Xun Zixian, who had a good knowledge of the formation, also agreed.
Then he naturally had to be sincere and make a promise, and ask Mo Hua for help.
Now, it is very likely that it will be the last chance.
If you don’t make a promise, please help, Mo Hua, the mysterious little disciple.
Once they missed this opportunity, it is very likely that they would never be able to save the sword genius, a 500-year-old sword-hearted sword genius who was rare in the Sect.
Only then will it be true that I regret it.
Therefore, if there is a chance in front of you, you cannot let go of it.
Xun Ziyou glanced at Shangguan Xuan, put himself in his shoes and understood his state of mind, but it was hard to stop him. He sighed, "Forget..."
He looked at Mo Hua again, "Then you be careful."
Mo Hua nodded.
Xun Zixian, who was standing beside him, looked at the demon refining picture again, and suddenly became a little confused, and asked Mo Hua a key question:
"How do you...go in?"
This mural is magnificent and vast, but has no entrance, so it is obviously not entered with the "body".
Xun Zixian heard from ink paintings that the word "sacrifice".
Sacrifices are allowed, and rituals are required.
Different sacrifices have different rituals.
The specific ritual is not clear now, and the witch is dead again. It is probably not feasible to enter the mural through the sacrifice ceremony.
"I''ll think about it a little later..."
Ink painting pondered, his mind moved.
Before, when he first saw the Demon Refining Picture in Wan Yao Valley, he was considering how to enter the Demon Refining Picture.
Preparing for the future is the basic principle of demon hunters.
When encountering something, be sure to make plans early.
To enter the Demon Refining Picture, generally speaking, you can only rely on "rituals".
The original plan of Mo Hua was to take advantage of the "ritual" of the demon cultivator, and to "sacrifice" himself as a sacrifice.
But this condition is a bit harsh.
It also takes a lot of opportunities and coincidences.
The demon cultivators are not all fools.
Once any mistake is made and the demon cultivator notices, his body will fall into the demon cultivator''s hands.
This is done.
Even if your soul enters the Demon Refining Picture and "eat" all the demon cultivators'' family assets, it will be useless.
Without the physical body as the foundation, the soul will naturally become a "ghost".
From then on, we will never be separated from the Great Way.
Therefore, the best way is to bypass the "ritual" and not to sacrifice, but directly intervene in the demon refining picture with divine thoughts.
Ceremony is someone else’s way.
It is always uncomfortable to walk on other people’s roads, and it is not necessarily safe.
Ink painting still wants to go its own way.
“How to bypass the ceremony?”
Ink Hua never thought of any good idea about this before, but after experiencing some things recently, he gradually developed some ideas.
Ink painting walked twice around the monster refining picture like a huge mural, then walked to the corner, took out the broken bone sword, and asked secretly:
"Sword bone, can you enter the Demon Refining Picture?"
"I won''t go in!" Jianbotou said immediately.
"I''m asking you if you can go in, not if you want to go in." Mo Hua''s tone was indifferent.
How can’t I hear the sword bone? The uneasy threat in the calm words of Mo Hua.
It wanted to resist, but it really didn''t have the strength to resist, so it could only defend itself in a low voice:
"You can... but I can go in, but it''s useless if I go in."
A trace of fear appeared in the sound of the sword bone, "There are many demons in the demon refining map, which is too dangerous. Although I am a sword demon and I am also a body of evil thoughts, it is really insignificant in front of so many demons..."
"What''s more, even if I go in, I don''t have the ability to rescue those little ghosts."
"There is a high probability that you will be eaten alive by many demons..."
Jianbo was a little cowardly, but he didn''t tell any lies.
But Mo Hua said, "You don''t need to save me."
Jianbo was stunned, "Don''t I need to save me? Then what should I do when I go in?"
"You mainly lead the way and bring me in!"
The eyes of the ink painting are slightly bright.
He has considered it.
The soul is out of body, which seems to be a very high-end monk''s ability.
I don’t know yet.
Therefore, at present, one''s own divine thoughts cannot take the initiative to leave the body.
However, you can passively be attracted to some "visual images", "illusion", or "nightmare".
It''s similar to being "scrowd".
The ink painting summarized some evil spirits who had dealt with him, from the pictures of the children in the mountains and rivers of Heishan Village, to the pictures of the zombie ancestors of the Zhang family, to the temple shrine of the Five Elements Sect...
This is probably the case.
This will be easy to do.
The body is the "cage" of the soul.
Just find an "evil spirit" to hook your "soul" and let your divine thoughts escape from the body. Then, through some means, your divine thoughts can "actively" enter some illusions or nightmares.
This evil spirit that is "soul-grabbing" is a "leader".
And this leader, ink painting chose to be the "sword bone" as the "sword bone".
The sword bone was "entrusted with an important task" by the ink painting and was immediately scared.
Lead the way?
Lead the way for this terrible little ancestor?
Jianbo immediately tactfully rudely said, "But...even if I pull you to the blood pool, I''m afraid I can''t enter the demon refining picture..."
"You don''t have to worry about this," Mo Hua said, "I have considered it all, you just need to do as I say."
"I''m afraid..." Jianbo was still shirking responsibility. Mo Hua had a straight face, "You don''t think I''m discussing with you, right?"
Sword bone said bitterly: "Yes."
If you said so earlier, wouldn’t it be over?
I asked so many hypocritically, can I refuse?
I have a evil spirit who has no "sovereignty" at all. What can I do with you, my little ancestor...
Jianbo Te slandered in his heart.
"Okay, that''s it."
Ink painting was decided unilaterally.
Xun Ziyou and the other two were a little surprised.
Mo Hua squatted in the corner, holding a broken sword, muttering and wondering what to say, occasionally a little evil aura emerged.
This little movement must be hidden from their spiritual consciousness in the Golden Pill Realm.
But they didn''t say anything.
What can I do with ink paintings? That is his own ability. Even if it is a bit out of line, it is the ancestor who will take care of it. They just turn a blind eye.
After obtaining the "consent" of Jianbo, Mo Hua had plans.
He walked around the demon refining map again, carefully deducing the aura of the formation in the map, and carefully sensing the flow of the internal divine formation.
Then, he found a place with relatively weak formations.
No formation is evenly distributed.
Any array media that carries the formation has its own weaknesses.
The Demon Refining Picture is no exception.
Of course, if you want to see this flaw, it will still test the formation master''s spiritual consciousness, eyesight and formation experience.
The most important thing is the power of derivation.
The ink painting found the weak point of the divine formation on the Demon Refining Picture, took out the pen and ink, drew a fork, and then said to Xunzi:
"Elder Xun, help me break the place open and use sword energy to break it, about two inches thick."
Xunzi You didn''t understand why, but according to the ink painting, he drew out his sword and cut off a shallow layer of the ink painting on the mural.
After being cut off, the pattern inside was exposed.
Here, the divine formation patterns are sparse, and there is still a lot of space between the formation patterns.
Ink painting first erased one of the Shinto array patterns, and then replaced it with the array patterns he drew.
In this way, the Shinto array pattern he drew became an "interface".
The ink painting painted another Shidao array pattern on the broken bone sword.
These two divine formation patterns can be integrated with each other.
The ink painting is selected and the broken sword is inserted into the mural of the Demon Refining Picture, so that the Shinto array pattern on the broken sword and the array pattern left by him on the mural are embedded in each other and connected to each other, forming a "bridge".
In this way, the broken sword of the bones became part of the demon refining map.
The two are a whole.
Entering the broken sword of the bones, you can naturally enter the "demon refining map" through the "bridge" of the shrine.
When he was doing this, Xun Ziyou and Shangguan Xuan were confused when they saw him.
Only Xun Zixian could see some tricks and guess the idea of ??Mo Hua, and he looked a little stunned for a moment.
He looked at the mural, the broken sword, the formation patterns that formed the "bridge", and finally looked at the ink painting, and his mood fluctuated for a moment.
"How did this child''s head grow?"
Ink painting did everything well, turned his head and looked at Xunziyou and the other two:
"Elder, I will go in later, but my body will stay here. Please protect the Dharma for me."
Xun Ziyou nodded, "Don''t worry, with us here, no one can move your body."
He even silently held the "Void Sword Order" in his hand.
Logically speaking, the late stages of their three Golden Elixirs are enough to ensure that ink paintings are foolproof.
But if something really happens and a powerful enemy above the Golden Pill attacks, then he will crush the sword order and call the ancestor.
This will prevent any accidents.
Mo Hua is relieved.
The broken bone sword was inserted into the demon refining map. Between the two, two divine formation patterns that were embedded with each other.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged, holding a broken sword in his hand, and whispered:
"Sword bone."
Jianbo was unwilling to accept it, but he had no choice but to use the evil spirits to "attract the soul" method to hook this "little plague god" into his own blood pool.
A layer of faint blood mist floated above the broken sword of the white bones.
Under the cover of blood mist, Mo Hua slowly closed her eyes, her mind gradually left her body, her face pale, her breathing was stable, and her breath became faint.
Xun Ziyou was still a little worried and frowned:
"This bone sword... seems to be a bit evil, something that is not a righteous thing, it won''t be a problem, right?"
Xun Zixian shook his head, "Since he is sure, it means he knows it, so let him let it go. It''s good for us to keep his body."
Shangguan Xuan nodded solemnly when he saw it.
Then the three elders of the inner sect in the late stage of the Jindan period formed a horn to protect the ink painting in the middle.
The three of them let go of their consciousness, looked alert, and had bright eyes, and no one was allowed to approach.
And the ink painting, which was protected by the three, closed her eyes safely.
His divine thoughts have left his body and entered the blood pool, turning into a smaller "Little Ink Painting".
Jianbotou felt a headache when he saw his appearance.
The dozens of sword bones that were broken by Mo Hua once had a bare hands also hurt a little.
Ink painting was straightforward and directly ordered:
“Lead the way.”
Jianbo''s face looked embarrassed and said with a sneer:
"Little ancestor, you have set up the ''road'' to the Demon Refining Picture, and I have already pulled you in, you can go in by yourself. I am a sword demon, so there is no need to follow me..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "I have to take you with you. You are a ''hidden danger'' and you can''t stay."
The corners of Jianbo''s mouth twitched:
"Little ancestor was joking... I am humble and I am no match for you at all. I can''t help you even if I go in. I might as well stay for you..."
Mo Hua didn''t listen to his quibbling at all, and raised two white and tender fingers:
"I''ll give you two choices: one, follow me in; the other, I''ll kill you here to prevent future troubles."
The sword bone immediately shivered, took the lead, walked in front of the ink painting, and bowed and said:
"Little ancestor, please, I will be in front of you."
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
Jianbo sighed in his heart.
It originally planned that when this little ancestor entered the Demon Refining Picture, he would find a way to cut off the bridge of the Shinto so that he would never come back.
As a result, this little ancestor really doesn''t give any chance...
It can only accept its fate and lead the way.
The golden divine formation pattern communicates with the sword bone blood pool at one end, and the other end connects the demon refining map, like an iron lock across the river, building a golden formation bridge.
The tall sword bones walked in front of him with a bent over.
A small ink painting followed behind with his head held high.
As I walked, the sword bone leading the way suddenly felt like "making accomplice for the tiger".
Ink painting is the evil tiger.
I am a little "aggressive".
But, this "aggressive ghost" is not bringing people to tigers for food.
Instead, he was leading the tiger into the "pile of people"...
It became more and more depressed, and sighed in his heart:
"I am not at ease in being a human being, but I am not at ease in being a demon. Now that I am a demon, I still have no choice but to do it..."
“It’s so hard to live…”
Jianbo was whispering in his heart, but he became more and more respectful on the surface and did not dare to be careless at all.
In this way, a demon and a man walked along the chain of the divine Tao, leaving the blood pool, towards the demon refining map that was wider, with blood color and evil spirits stronger, and with evil spirits stronger.
I don’t know how long I have left, but my face has gradually become wide open.
The dark sky, **** clouds, dangerous and rugged mountains, the lush white bones, and many strange and evil auras were almost right in front of us.
Ink painting has been missing for a long time, and I feel like I am "hungry".
It seems that there is no big meal for a long time.
His crystal eyes became brighter and brighter.
The face of the porcelain doll looks redder and whiter.
Jianbot noticed Mo Hua''s excitement and was a little strange. He secretly glanced back and saw Mo Hua''s white and cute appearance, for some reason, his heart was faintly furious.
"Go quickly!" Mo Hua said with a clear voice.
"Yes, yes!" Jianbotan did not dare to neglect.
Soon, one person and one demon walked across the "bridge" of the Shinto and stepped into the real demon refining map.
As soon as I entered the Demon Refining Picture, the atmosphere was indeed different.
Grim, bloody, depressing.
The valley is ferocious, with white bones piled up and blood flowing all over the ground. It looks like the place where evil spirits have lived for a long time.
The blood pool of sword bones has a very heavy **** smell, but compared with this demon refining picture, it is just a small witch.
"only…"
The ink painting looked left and right, with a look of confusion.
"Where is the demon?"
Didn’t it mean that if you enter the Demon Refining Picture, you will suffer from the soul-devouring of thousands of demons?
Where are the monsters?
Where did you hide?
Hidden?
Ink painting is a little unhappy.
The guests have entered the door, so they don’t come to “welcome” them?
The evil spirits in the demon refining map are too rude.
Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, and she said silently in her heart: "If you don''t come to find me, then I''m going to find you..."
However, before this, we still have to rescue Xiaomutou and the other two.
The spiritual thoughts of the ink painting spread out, and they felt slightly, and then they followed a path of bones and walked forward.
The sword bone was worried because of the dense and gloomy aura in the demon refining picture. He was stunned when he saw this, but it had no choice but to harden the skull and follow it silently.
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