Chapter 786 Tiger Pattern (Add to the leader Xiaobaibai’s radish boss~)


    The dark clouds in the sky are like ghosts, the mountains and rivers in the distance are like monsters, blood flows into streams on both sides, and white bones under your feet pave the road.


    Ink painting has a relaxed expression and light steps.


    Jianbo was nervous and followed him step by step.


    After walking for a while, Mo Hua turned his head and looked at the sword bone, with a little contempt, "Didn''t you say that there are so many evil spirits in the demon refining map? Where are the evil spirits?"


    He had already walked all the way, but he still didn''t see a single evil spirit.


    This demon refining picture is not fake, right?


    I won''t be in vain...


    Jianbo said embarrassedly: "How can I know..."


    It was the first time it was in.


    If there is one choice, it will never want to come in in the whole life.


    Mo Hua looked around for a while, shook her head, and thought to herself:


    "Forget it, save people first. The temple is here. Where can the ''monk'' run?"


    He was focused and felt the breath on the bone path.


    Among these auras, there are some unclean thoughts mixed with evil spirits, and there are also a few clean, pure cultivator''s mind power.


    If Xiao Mutou and the other two were "sacrificed" into the demon refining map, they should be taken to the depths of the demon refining map along the bone passage under their feet by the demon cultivator.


    Ink painting couldn''t help but speed up.


    Fortunately, although the scenery along the way was gloomy, it was safe and smooth.


    In this way, I walked to the end of the White Bone Road, and there was a valley in front of me, with the mouth of the valley like a huge mouth of a cracked monster.


    Mo Hua was stunned and frowned slightly.


    He continued to walk inside and entered the valley. In front of him was a great road, followed by some monster sculptures and some peaks and valleys with intertwined teeth.


    The more I read the ink painting, the more familiar I feel. After thinking about it, I suddenly realized it in my heart.


    Wan Yao Valley!


    The terrain of the Demon Refining Map is very similar to the Ten Thousand Demon Valley outside.


    Although there are many differences, the overall pattern is like a carved out of the same mold.


    Mo Hua remembered the words that Elder Xun Zixian said:


    "The formation of Wan Yao Valley is a mixture of virtual and real..."


    “…Using some great power, we will initially reflect and integrate the present world and divine thoughts, and build them through formations.”


    Only then did I understand what this sentence means.


    The real and virtual are apart.


    The present world merges with nightmare.


    The same seems to be true for the River God Temple in the small fishing village.


    Through the real world, a certain nightmare is constructed, and then through the nightmare, it in turn affects the world.


    "Is the present world the basis of nightmare, and does nightmare react on the present world?"


    "Is this the high-end usage of the evil god''s mind power?"


    Mo Hua looked up again and looked at the scene around him.


    The nightmare in the demon refining picture is derived from reality, but it seems that the impact on "the present world" is still minimal.


    Is it because Wan Yao Valley has not been truly built?


    Or is it because... the real evil **** has not yet awakened, so he cannot use the power of the real evil god?


    Ink painting couldn''t help but think:


    If the evil **** in the Great Wilderness truly awakens...


    And He really successfully built a demon purgatory somewhere. Can he just come to the human world through overwhelming evil thoughts?


    By then, will the real life be ruined, and the world is like a prison? !


    Mo Hua was shocked by his guess and a huge chill surged in his heart.


    Could it be that the evil **** really...has such a terrifying ability?


    If this is true... the evil **** will be revived, and evil thoughts will spread in the dark.


    The prosperous Jiuzhou Cultivation Realm seems to be in good condition, but in an instant, it may be swallowed up by endless terrifying nightmares, fragmented and corpses everywhere.


    The surface is prosperous, but the inner is corrupt.


    The towering building collapsed in just a moment...


    Mo Hua''s eyes were solemn and finally sighed.


    The more you see the truth in this world, the more terrifying you feel. Under such a crisis, ordinary monks may still be calm and peaceful in the years and singing and dancing...


    “Born in distress, die in happiness…”


    Mo Hua shook his head, but then he thought about it and found that he was powerless to do anything about these things at the moment.


    The sky fell, and there was a tall man holding on.


    At present, it shouldn’t be my turn, a young foundation-building monk, to worry about such major events in the Jiuzhou.


    It’s important to save people first…


    Mo Hua comforted himself, and temporarily threw these things behind him and continued to search for traces of the three little wood who were "sacrificed".


    After walking for a while, I arrived at a stone path, and the ink painting had a spiritual thought.


    “Finally found!”


    There are obvious signs of demon cultivating walking through the ground, and the evil spirit is strong.


    The aura of the monk''s divine thoughts is also very obvious.


    The ink painting looks up.


    On a wide stone path in the distance, several demon cultivators were carrying three strange black coffins with demon patterns, walking forward step by step.


    In front of the team, there is a tall demon cultivator leading the way.


    And this manager is Jingui.


    Or, it is the soul of the demon cultivator.


    The ink painting did not hide its body, and the sword bones did not restrain their breath.


    Both sides noticed each other.


    Jin Gui, who was walking in front, suddenly waved his hand and said, "Stop!" and then turned his head and looked at Mo Hua. Of course, it was mainly the "sword bone" beside Mo Hua.


    The sword bone was in front of the ink painting, although it was a humble knee.


    But during his lifetime, he was an old demon cultivator who was proficient in casting evil swords and had a vicious and vicious martial arts.


    What was transformed after death was a "sword demon" full of white bones, with tall bones and awe-inspiring evil spirits.


    Just looking at the appearance is very "terrible".


    A trace of fear flashed in Jin Gui''s eyes, but he was not afraid either and sneered:


    "The young master said that there is a mouse in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, which is causing trouble in the secret, and the young master''s plan is bad... but I didn''t expect that you can really catch up here..."


    Jin Gui''s eyes were burning, staring at the sword bones.


    Jianbot was silent for a moment, and suddenly he was stunned, with a white face confused.


    mouse?


    who?


    I?


    "No, I''m just a lead, it has nothing to do with me..."


    It wants to clarify.


    But when the little ancestor didn''t say anything when he thought that the ink painting was around him, he naturally did not dare to speak out.


    More importantly, it looked at the tall body, bony bones and swords, and awe-inspiring demonic energy, and then looked at the ink painting next to it, which looked like a child.


    I feel that my clarification seems to be not convincing at all.


    After all, no matter how you look at it, ink painting is like "leading the way".


    And you don’t have to look at yourself, like the “master behind the scenes”.


    Jianbotou felt a **** pot and got stuck on his forehead.


    Sure enough, all the eyes of the demon cultivators gathered on it sinisterly.


    Sword bone''s eyes were all black.


    Of course, it is a bone, its eye sockets are hollow, and it is originally black.


    Jin Gui looked at the sword demon in front of him with vigilance, and saw that it was motionless and silent for some reason, and he was a little confused.


    At this time, he saw the ink painting standing next to the sword bone, standing "inconspicuous".


    With just a glance, he passed by.


    A sword demon, a little ghost. Although this combination is a bit strange, it doesn’t matter as long as it is killed.


    But then he was stunned, looked back and was startled, and was suddenly shocked, his emotions were a little out of control, and he pointed to Mo Hua and said:


    "Do you...have an older brother?"


    Mo Hua was also stunned by his question.


    Jin Gui said with hatred again: "Is your brother called ''Ink Painting''?!"


    Ink painting: “…”


    Jin Gui looked at the Mo Hua again, and saw his appearance and expression, his eyes suddenly widened, "No!"


    "You... are ink paintings!"


    He finally recognized it.


    But then, he frowned again, "Why... have you become smaller?"


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel a little cold.


    Jin Gui stared at Mo Hua for a while, and his expression suddenly became clear and murmured:


    "This place is not the present world. Entering this place, it exists in the form of self-divine thoughts, that is to say..."


    Jin Gui sneered, "No matter how old you are or how your appearance changes, you are still a naive and childish little devil inside you and can''t grow up!"


    Mo Hua looked at Jin Gui, her eyes cold, as if she was looking at a dead person.


    But the precious gold still doesn’t know it.


    He was still immersed in his past "hate".


    He remembered clearly that he was taking a group of junior brothers to hunt pig demons at that time.


    Unfortunately, this pig demon fell into the hands of several disciples of Taixu Sect for some reason.


    He just snatched the pig demon over, but suffered an unspeakable humiliation.


    This little devil named "Mo Hua" led a few of his classmates to conspire to plot against him.


    Later, he took off his clothes, hung himself on a tree, drew a turtle, and made himself look ugly.


    “Ink painting…”


    This little devil turned into ashes and I can''t forget it.


    It is difficult to vent your hatred if you don’t cut it into pieces!


    "Okay, okay!" Jin Gui''s expression was distorted and he smiled grimly, "I searched for it without any effort when I found it!"


    "I''ve long wanted to kill you, a little devil, to avenge your previous shame, but I haven''t found a chance." "Today, you came to your door by yourself! Then don''t blame me, slaughter you one by one, and swallow your divine thoughts alive!"


    Mo Hua looked calm and had no joy or anger on his face. He never even took this precious treasure seriously.


    Jin Gui thought Mo Hua was scared, so he smiled coldly, waved his hand, and ordered:


    "superior!"


    A group of demon cultivators beside him put down the coffin and rushed towards Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua stood indifferently, but looked at the sword bone next to her.


    Jianbo was stunned.


    What''s the meaning? Want me to go?


    This little ancestor doesn’t even want to move his hands?


    As we watched, a group of demon cultivators was about to rush in front of us. The sword bone had no choice but to draw out two bone swords to generate demonic energy and fight with these demon cultivators.


    After fighting like this for more than ten rounds, the demon cultivator was killed and retreated step by step.


    Sword bone suddenly became stunned again.


    It suddenly realized that as a "sword demon", it seemed... still quite strong?


    The battle with ink painting almost broke its heart.


    It almost thought that it was a humble and incompetent ants-like waste demon.


    But now when he fought with other demon cultivators, he suddenly realized that it seemed that it was not that he was too weak, but because some people were too strong?


    The sword bones were revived, and the demonic energy rose, and the arrogance became arrogant in an instant.


    It cut a demon cultivator in half with a backhand sword.


    Then his body swelled up, and his bone sword was like an arthropod, completely strangling another demon cultivator.


    Seeing this, Jin Gui suddenly looked solemn.


    He looked at the ink painting again and thought to himself:


    "No wonder, this little devil is so fearless. It turns out that there is such a powerful ''sword demon'' who is his guard."


    "Just..." Jin Gui frowned, "Isn''t this sword demon a monster?"


    "How come he, a righteous disciple of Taixu Sect, has monsters as a guard? Could it be that Taixu Sect, which has always claimed to be honest, has also begun to fall into depravity?"


    Seeing the sword bones, the demon cultivator was about to be killed.


    Jin Gui finally couldn''t stand it anymore.


    He also had to complete the young master''s order and send the souls of these three little ghosts to the depths of the demon refining map, so that he could not delay too much time.


    Jin Gui''s eyes showed murderous intent, like a wild beast, making a low roar, and then the roar gradually became louder, like a tiger.


    The Four-Symbol Mysterious Tiger Demon Array lit up.


    At the same time, his body gradually surged, growing yellowish-brown hair, turning into a bloodthirsty and powerful tiger.


    After that, his figure flashed, and the storm blew, and in an instant, he rushed to the sword bone.


    A tiger demon and a sword demon fought together.


    The demonic energy is intertwined.


    Tiger claws and bone swords confront each other.


    The demon wind roared and the demonic energy sobbed. Both demons aroused their ferociousness, and it was hard to decide the outcome for a moment.


    Mo Hua looked silently on the side.


    At the same time, he also calculated silently in his heart.


    Taking advantage of the sword bones that were "sword demons" and fighting with Jin Gui after "demonization" with all his might and evenly matched, he silently deduced the four-syllable tiger pattern on Jin Gui''s back.


    He has long been eyeing this tiger pattern.


    Tiger is the king of all beasts, and its strength is also among the top among the various monsters.


    The demon cultivator with "tiger pattern" is also rare in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.


    So far, I have only seen one ink painting on Jin Gui.


    This is a rare demon pattern.


    If you want to get it, you either kill Jin Gui, strip your clothes and copy it from his body.


    Either let him do his best to activate the demon patterns, fight with others, and spend some time on his own to deduce these "demon patterns".


    Both of these methods are quite troublesome and have never had much chance before.


    Now the sword bone is there, and it is evenly matched with the two evil spirits of Jingui. "The chickens peck at each other" just so they just gave themselves the opportunity to "derive the calculation".


    The ink painting''s eyes are slightly deep, and they are deduced in peace.


    Jinbone and Jingui, one person turns into a sword demon, and the other turns into a tiger demon, with a vast aura, and the fierce battle was in full swing like a life-and-death duel.


    When the ink painting is counting, they are playing.


    When the ink painting was calculated, they were still working.


    Mo Hua silently remembered the complete "Four Elephant Black Tiger Demon Pattern Array" in her heart. Looking up and looking at the battle between these two evil spirits, I couldn''t help but feel a little bored and even a little sleepy.


    And the fierce battle between the two sides obviously did not feel good.


    The sword bone was "ravaged" by the ink painting before, which hurts the vitality. Therefore, it is okay to fight in the short term. Once you fight for a long time, you will easily lose your evil power.


    Jin Gui realized that in a short period of time, he could not take over this "powerful" sword demon.


    He must fight quickly!


    Jin Gui had a tiger claw, swung the sword with his sword bones, and said loudly:


    "Why should this fellow Taoist, if you have such a Taoist practice, you should be inferior to others and protect this little devil in a comprehensive way?"


    Jianbo was stunned and speechless.


    What stupid things is this idiot saying?


    Where did you come from to protect this little ancestor?


    It sounds ashamed.


    But it is covered with bones, even though it has a lot of emotions inside, it is gloomy and cold on the surface and cannot be revealed at all.


    Jin Gui persuaded again: "Fellow Taoist, it''s better to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, give up this little devil, and surrender to my Ten Thousand Demon Valley. Maybe you can become a great devil who dominates the world in the future!"


    Jianbo sneered in his heart.


    The ignorant is fearless and the great devil who dominates the world?


    You know what a big deal!


    Jin Gui frowned and sighed in his heart:


    What a loyal old demon!


    It was so excited by its own words, but it was not moved at all? Do you have to protect this little devil in a good way?


    What is this little ghost coming from? It makes a sword demon so loyal?


    "Since that''s the case, I can only find another way..." Jin Gui said silently in his heart.


    Then his fangs bite and suddenly shouted violently, sounding like an evil tiger.


    The tiger stripes on the body spread throughout the body, dazzlingly bright and surging, with a powerful demonic power surging under the blood skin, and even broke the flesh and blood and oozed out.


    Jianbo''s heart trembled.


    This beast, does it want to fight to the death?


    "Damn it, it''s really bad for the passing years. When you meet such a young man with no grudges or grudges, wouldn''t you just behave like to act like this? What''s your life?"


    "A demon-cultivating person, he really has bad brains!"


    Jianbo cursed in his heart, but it did not dare to slack off at all.


    As a demonic aura rose, the sword bones were bony, and the final "Sword Demon" form turned into the final "Sword Demon".


    This battle is about to be divided into life and death.


    But just when the sword bones were ready to fight for a life-and-death battle with Jin Gui, he saw Jin Gui with a fake move, bypassing him, and directly like a tiger, rushing towards the Mo Hua a little far away.


    Jianbo was stunned.


    If you don’t share your life and death with yourself, do you want to kill that little ancestor?


    It looked at Jin Gui''s eyes with a hint of confusion, and then turned into a deep "admiration".


    What emerged from Jin Gui, this temperament that no one else can be called "courage"?


    On the other side, Jin Gui realized that the sword bone was not chasing him and thought to himself:


    "As expected, this sword demon has great strength. If he can be equal to his demonized self, he will definitely not be inferior to others."


    "It''s probably because it ''protects'' this little devil, and it has no choice but to do so."


    "Since that''s the case, I''ll ''capture the king first'' and kill this little ghost first. This sword demon might be grateful to me..."


    Jin Gui''s thoughts on this will make his body faster.


    Mo Hua''s hateful little face is getting closer and closer.


    Jin Gui''s smile became more and more ferocious.


    He could even imagine the way this little face, which was rippling, was torn to pieces by his sharp claws.


    Soon, he approached Mo Hua''s body, then grinned, and the tiger''s claws held the fishy wind and suddenly teared it off to Mo Hua.


    But the next moment, the picture he imagined did not appear.


    The ink painting is safe and sound, and you can''t even move for a moment.


    On the contrary, he suddenly felt a severe pain on his shoulder.


    Jin Gui turned his head and saw that at some point his arm had been cut off!


    He didn''t even see how it was cut off!


    “Who is it?”


    "Who cut my arm?!"


    Jin Gui''s pupils were trembling.


    The next moment, he found the ink painting standing in front of him, with a calm face, as if he was looking at an ant.


    An incredible thought came to my mind.


    "How is this... possible?!"


    "I want to kill you outside, I have to work hard..." Mo Hua''s voice was crisp and her tone was calm:


    "But here, killing you is no more difficult than crushing an ant to death..."


    Then, gently tap the ink painting with one finger.


    A golden thread flew past.


    An irresistible murderous intent came.


    Jin Gui''s ferocious expression was still floating on his face. In the next moment, it was divided into pieces and completely dissipated by golden lights.


    It takes less than three breaths before and after.


    Jin Gui''s soul was completely killed.


    Ink painting hasn''t even moved its footsteps.


    The surroundings instantly became much quieter.


    Jianbotan looked at the bones, and the bones on his body couldn''t help but tremble.


    It is as powerful as this precious gold.


    This little ancestor killed Jin Gui for three breaths. If he really wanted to kill it, he would definitely not be able to use two breaths.


    It probably happened in a moment...


    Jianbo''s expression was solemn, and he silently woke himself up:


    "My attitude towards this little ancestor was indeed too arrogant. I must be more "polite" in the future..."


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    (This chapter ends)