Chapter 924: Killing Evil


    Formation?


    Why change the formation?


    What is the use of this formation?


    After changing, why should I take it out...


    For a moment, Li San was full of doubts, but the next moment, all these doubts were suppressed by him.


    "What Elder You needs is absolute loyalty, loyalty that is desperate and ready to die. He just needs to act according to the orders and does not need to have too many ideas."


    "Only loyalty can we get the recognition of Elder You."


    Over the past few days, he has earned seven or eight thousand demons by killing his fellow disciples. Such a generous reward was impossible in the past.


    This is Elder You''s loyal reward to him.


    "Don''t worry, Elder You, my disciples will definitely be despised!" Li San said.


    "I''m looking forward to your performance." Mo Hua said.


    "yes!"


    After that, Li San did not hesitate and went to the Merit Pavilion. He spent 3,000 magic medals to exchange for the "Reverse Spirit Array Map".


    The manager of the Meritorious Pavilion was a little surprised and frowned and said, "You are not a formation master...why are you doing when changing the formation?"


    Li San had a cold face, "I need to explain to you when I do things?"


    Not long after, he will become an elder.


    This is Elder You’s promise to him.


    With this confidence, he was not at all uneasy, and was calm and fearless towards others, not realizing that he was actually stealing the inheritance of the Demon Sect for the "insider" of the Demon Sect.


    The manager was captured by his momentum, and he was not suspected of being there for a moment.


    It is nothing more than a strange formation. If a sucker is willing to spend this merit, what else can he say?


    The manager sealed the reverse spirit array diagram in a wooden box and handed it to Li San.


    After Li San took it, he solemnly stored it in a storage bag.


    The whole process is very simple.


    No one knows what this seemingly simple "handover" means.


    No one from the Demon Sect knew what kind of formation they had sent to the hands of a "monster".


    Everything went well after that.


    Li Sanben is a demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building. He has a long experience in the Demon Sect, and his actions generally do not arouse doubts.


    In this way, he left the Demon Sect with the Reverse Spirit Formation. After traveling for half a day, he came to the small hill designated by Mo Hua and entered the small forest designated by Mo Hua.


    Outside the grove.


    Mo Hua and Gu Changhuai were hiding in the grass, watching Li San disguised himself as an old man and entered the woods.


    Gu Changhuai couldn''t help asking about ink painting:


    "What kind of ecstasy did you give him? He listened to you so much?"


    "It''s nothing," Mo Hua said, "I just pretended to be the elder of the Demon Sect and said a few words to him."


    Gu Changhuai obviously didn''t believe it, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was not impossible.


    After all, Mo Hua''s mouth is full of splendor, and when you speak, you can really make the living people angry and deceive the dead.


    Seeing Li San enter the woods and walk into the trap, and no other demon cultivators follow him around, Mo Hua patted Gu Changhuai on the shoulder:


    "Uncle Gu, it''s up to you."


    Gu Changhuai is tall and Mo Hua is not tall. Although both of them are squatting, it is still a bit difficult to pat his shoulder.


    Gu Changhuai silently glanced at Mo Hua.


    So far, no one of the colleagues in Daotingsi dared to pat him on the shoulder.


    But he had no choice.


    Gu Changhuai sighed and agreed to this fact, "Okay, I''ll come when I go."


    Then Gu Changhuai got up and walked into the woods.


    The fluctuations of spiritual power and evil spirits came from the woods, and a loud bang was heard.


    Green and red light flashed. After a few rounds, Gu Changhuai walked out, carrying Li San, who was covered in bruises and unconscious in one hand, and holding a box in the other.


    Mo Hua didn''t look at Li San, but instead looked at Gu Changhuai with shock, "Uncle Gu, are you in the middle of the Golden Pill?"


    Gu Changhuai said "um" lightly.


    On the surface, Gu Changhuai still looked calm, but the surprised expression on Mo Hua''s face still made Gu Changhuai feel much better.


    The realm of the Golden Elixir is one level and one hurdle. If you break through, it is much more difficult than building a foundation.


    Because after forming the elixir, the spiritual power crystallizes, the number of cycles increases, and the increase in the natal magic weapon, the strength gap between each realm of junior high school and high school after the Jindan is much larger than before.


    He has taken a big step forward from the early stage of the Golden Elixir to the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.


    But neither of them talked for too long on this matter. Because there is still something important to do.


    "This Li San, what are you going to do?" Gu Changhuai said, "Did you kill me?"


    Ink painting pondered.


    Logically speaking, the demon cultivator does many evil deeds. Li San is still a "senior" demon cultivator. He must have many lives in his hands, so he naturally wants to kill him.


    But for some reason, this person was brainwashed too much and was too "loyal".


    So loyal that Lian Mohua felt that killing him would be a bit wasteful.


    "Save his life first, and be imprisoned in Daozhu, it may be a key chess piece in the future." Mo Hua said.


    Gu Changhuai nodded, "Okay."


    He handed the box in his hand to Mo Hua again, "Is this what you want?"


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"


    After taking the wooden box, the ink painting checked it and confirmed that there was no problem. Then I carefully opened the wooden box.


    Inside the ordinary wooden box is an ancient piece of vellum paper, and above the vellum paper, there are ancient and obscure patterns, which are almost in line with the first-grade reverse spirit array.


    In ink paintings, the law of spiritual power inverter flows slowly in it.


    This inverse rule is like a wisp of flame. Once something is given to him, it can trigger a violent explosion and produce incredible lethality.


    Ink painting has bright eyes.


    Gu Changhuai, who was standing beside him, couldn''t help but frown.


    This formation looks hard and obscure on the surface, but it actually reveals a strange and heart-wrenching atmosphere.


    In addition, this is the formation obtained from the Demon Sect by Mo Hua tries every means...


    Gu Changhuai''s eyes were slightly sunken, "What kind of formation is this? It''s not... it''s an evil formation, right?"


    "No," Mo Hua shook her head, "How could I learn that kind of thing?"


    Gu Changhuai was still a little suspicious.


    Mr. Xun was moved out again in the ink painting:


    "I learned the formation from Mr. Xun. How could he let me learn bad things? Uncle Gu, don''t worry."


    Gu Changhuai was indeed relieved.


    Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect is upright and respectful, and it is indeed impossible for the wrong way to make the ink painting work.


    It’s better if it’s not an evil formation.


    But Gu Changhuai was still confused:


    "Then this is..."


    "It is for setting off fireworks." Mo Hua said.


    Gu Changhuai was stunned and almost thought he had heard it wrong, "Fireworks?"


    "Well," Mo Hua nodded and said mysteriously: "Big Fireworks!"


    Gu Changhuai didn''t know what to say, so he stopped asking. Anyway, it would be useless to ask.


    But since it is "setting fireworks", it''s no big deal.


    He is a child of a noble family. He grew up in Daxian City. He has never seen any "fireworks" during festivals?


    Gu Changhuai didn''t take it in his heart.


    At this time, the matter was done and the formation was obtained.


    Li San was lying on the ground, seriously injured, unconscious, and his whole body was already **** by the spirit-binding lock.


    Gu Changhuai fed him a pill, hung his life, added several spirit-binding locks, tied him up strongly, and then said to Mo Hua:


    “Go back.”


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    Gu Changhuai dragged Li San and walked down the mountain with Mo Hua. Along the way is a quiet mountain scenery, with beautiful forests and lush grass and green trees.


    Occasionally I would encounter a few pools of blood and a few corpses.


    "There are often demon cultivators on this mountain." Gu Changhuai said concisely.


    Because there are demon cultivators, there will naturally be battles and casualties.


    This is normal, and the ink painting didn''t say anything.


    The two continued to walk forward, and turned along the mountain path and across the foot of a mountain. Suddenly, several rows of low thatched huts appeared in front of them, built along the mountain with simple fences around them. It looked like a mountain village where scattered cultivators lived, very quiet and peaceful.


    Mo Hua looked at her inexplicable kindness, and couldn''t help but walk towards the mountain village.


    Gu Changhuai grabbed him, "What are you doing?"


    Mo Hua pointed to the mountain village: "I''ll go and take a break and ask someone for something."


    Gu Changhuai shook his head, "No need to go, they are all dead."


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Gu Changhuai sighed, "There are often demon cultivators here. How can the casual cultivators who live here be spared?"


    Mo Hua felt a little cold in his heart. He released his spiritual sense and felt it carefully. Sure enough, he realized that there was no breath of a living person in this small mountain village.


    This is not silence, but dead silence.


    Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said to Gu Changhuai: "Can I go and see it?"


    Gu Changhuai thought for a while, but did not refuse, "Okay, just don''t waste your time returning to the sect."


    Mo Hua nodded and walked step by step along the mountain road.


    The mountain village is dilapidated and the wooden walls and thatched huts are a bit shabby.


    But a courtyard is a home.


    There are hunting traps in the yard, dried herbs, worn cloth clothes hanging, Trojan horses for children to play, and grasshoppers woven bamboo and grass, etc.


    Although the family is poor, they live hard and harmoniously.


    At least it was like this.


    Mo Hua silently looked at the dilapidated courtyard.


    I saw the remains of the ground, the blurred flesh and blood on the ground, the dirty blood stained on the Trojan horses and bamboo grasshoppers, and maggots and bloodthirsty flies...


    "Are the nearby villages all like this?"


    Gu Changhuai nodded and said coldly:


    "In the eyes of the demon cultivator, people are actually living ''spirit stones'' and ''food''."


    "Whether they practice or pass on their skills, they must use people as a medium, and wherever they do, they will be accompanied by **** killing."


    "Once these ordinary casual cultivators come into contact with the demon cultivator, they will either be eaten, killed, or sucked into the sect, becoming demon cultivators who are accomplices of tigers. Those with better spiritual roots may also be nurtured into a ''blood slave'', and life is worse than death. No one is spared."


    "The Daotingsi has limited staff and can''t save him even if he wants to. I occasionally get news and arrive at the scene. What I see is already this scene..."


    Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.


    Mo Hua silently looked at the **** and broken courtyard in front of him.


    He was born as a demon hunter and had traveled around and had seen more tragic and bloodier scenes. But those scenes did not touch him more deeply now.


    The courtyard in front of him was poor but warm, which made him unable to help but think of Tongxian City, the small courtyard in his home.


    The dead casual cultivator also made him think of his parents and himself.


    His parents are ordinary casual cultivators in Tongxian City.


    And if he hadn''t had these opportunities, he would have been an inconspicuous little casual cultivator.


    Other casual cultivators will be killed by the demon cultivator as "grass mustard".


    They will do the same for their family.


    In an instant, the secret of heaven floated faintly.


    Mo Hua seemed to see another "destiny" of himself:


    Like other casual cultivators in the world, they died tragically in the hands of evil demons and heretics, killed, eaten, refined into pills, sucked dry blood, and raised into slaves...


    The heart of the ink painting couldn''t stop trembling.


    When he sat in Taixu Mountain and was peeking at the movements of the Demon Sect through the Yuan Magnetic Array, he also knew that the Demon Cultivator killed people, knew that the Demon Cultivator sucked blood, and knew that the Demon Cultivator "Blood Banquet".


    He knew all these things.


    But if you don’t experience it yourself or see it with your own eyes, you don’t know the depth of these sufferings at all.


    The dead are not names or numbers, but living people, children, parents, and family.


    Mo Hua looked up and looked into the distance.


    In the distant Qianxuezhou area, there are many sects, many families, towering towers and majestic palaces.


    "People who stand on high places will not look down..."


    Actually, the same is true for myself.


    If you have been staying in the Qianxuezhou world and interacting with aristocratic sects, you may feel that the years are quiet and wealthy and comfortable, and you will not realize that in the corner not far away, these unknown and silent and dust-like random cultivators.


    You won’t see the grievances created by the demon cultivator.


    Perhaps he would be indifferent to the dead monks...


    Ink painting is in a heavy mood.


    "Ink painting..." Gu Changhuai said softly, "Are you okay?"


    He saw Mo Hua standing there without saying a word, his expression changed several times, and he was a little worried.


    Mo Hua came to his senses and shook his head, "It''s okay."


    Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua and said, "The Demon Sect will be wiped out. You can practice with peace of mind. Other things have nothing to do with you, so don''t take them too seriously."


    "Yeah." Mo Hua whispered.


    Gu Changhuai was afraid that Mo Hua would think too much, so he said, "It''s getting late, so go back soon."


    "Um."


    After that, the two went to Daotingsi and sent Li San to Dao Prison. Gu Changhuai sent Mo Hua back to Taixu Sect.


    Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed to be worried, so he wanted to comfort him a few words, but he was very good at cold words. He really couldn''t think of the words to comfort people, so he finally put those two words in his heart:


    "Practice well and don''t think about anything else."


    “Well, I know.”


    Mo Hua nodded.


    …


    Back at the disciple''s residence, Mo Hua didn''t sleep all night.


    Although he doesn''t sleep normally, he practices formations on the Taoist stele, this time he can''t even calm down on drawing formations.


    All kinds of scenes during the day still appeared in his mind.


    In the small mountain village, the poor but still working hard to survive, all the casual cultivators died **** and tragically in a blink of an eye.


    The soul of the ink painting is painful faintly.


    A trace of anger arose in his heart.


    I wonder if I had practiced the Seven-Soul Blood Prison Eye Technique of the Water Jail Gate and branded the Water Jail Picture in my soul, but Mo Hua gradually felt a hint of "killing" in his heart.


    In this world, all the evil demons and heretics should be killed and killed!


    All the demon monks who kill innocent people indiscriminately will be suppressed and tortured to death with severe punishment!


    "kill!"


    Mo Hua''s eyes became red, and the strong evil spirit began to gather deep in his eyes.


    Around the incarnation of divine thoughts, black air appeared and faintly appeared.


    At that moment, Mo Hua seemed to have become a "little King of Hell" who hates evil and is selfless, with a heart like a demon-slaying sword, intending to kill all evil demons and sins in the world.


    Mo Hua quickly realized something was wrong and quickly meditated and restrained his desire to "kill" in his heart.


    But the four words "slay demons and eliminate demons" seem to be deeply engraved in his soul with the water sect''s map of the water sect.


    In his heart, he wished he could kill all the demon cultivators.


    Ink painting meditates and meditates.


    But no matter how hard he tried or how calm he was, he could not curb this murderous intent.


    Ink painting can only give up helplessly.


    "Since you can''t suppress it, then don''t suppress it..." Mo Hua''s eyes were cold, "I think of a way to kill all the demon cultivators of the Demon Sect!"


    (This chapter ends)