Chapter 982: Performing the Contract


    What would the "ancient formation" mentioned by the second elder look like?


    Ink paintings reveal their thoughts.


    The ancient strange-patterned formation was obtained from endless wilderness and was improved by the great witch, and was engraved in the statue of the evil **** with human face, sheep horn, white bones...


    The second elder didn’t know what this formation was, and he had never even seen it with his own eyes. Why did he think that this formation is suitable as his natal magic weapon?


    In the ink painting, some of the subtle expressions of the second elder in the Dragon Palace were recalled again and thought about them carefully in his heart.


    At the beginning, the second elder seemed to have no intention of talking about this.


    Even this "ancient formation" is just an ancient secret of the Great Wilderness that he buried in his heart.


    He should keep his heart in his heart and never reveal it until he dies.


    But the matter of Dragon Palace seemed to have changed his mind. He had a war in his heart, and then he told himself the secret.


    On the surface, this is a helpless act of the second elder''s death.


    But this second elder has lived for too long with his dragon bones.


    Once a person lives for a long time, he will be more cunning, especially this old demon cultivator who is good at calculating.


    His final gratitude and wishes to himself may be true, but there may not be no plans for him.


    "Is there really such a formation?"


    "Will the Second Elder throw a bait to catch himself?"


    Ink painting frowned.


    The problem is that even if it is "fishing bait", he could not refuse this ancient formation at all.


    Moreover, the second elder said that this wild ancient formation is suitable for his own natal formation diagram, which should not be groundless, and it must have its basis.


    "Then what kind of formation is this ancient wilderness formation? It is also a kind of dragon formation in the Great Wilderness? Or something else?"


    It’s a pity that the second elder was already scattered and could not ask him many details again.


    There is no way to know what this array diagram is.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but sigh.


    The matter of his life magic weapon was really full of twists and turns. After a long time, there was still only a vague shadow.


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    However, practicing Taoism is difficult, and precious inheritance is extremely scarce.


    It is impossible to want good things without putting some effort.


    In the past, there was a master helping me. In Taixu Sect, Mr. Xun and a group of elders took care of me, but no one could help me for the rest of their lives.


    Learn to overcome difficulties by yourself and seek your own foundation.


    Only in this way can one truly rely on one''s own abilities and stand on the land of Jiuzhou.


    Only in the future can you have the ability to travel alone in the world, explore the dangerous land, search for the lost Taoist sect, collect ancient formation maps, and make yourself stronger step by step.


    The heart of the Mo Huadao became a little firmer and his eyes became brighter.


    He had already made up his mind about the ancient formation of the wilderness, so he no longer had to worry about it.


    Afterwards, he picked up the dragon vein again.


    Now that the Dragon Palace is silent, the Dragon Emperor is dead, it seems that part of the origin of the inheritance has been cut off, and the dragon veins have become much quieter.


    The breath in the dragon vein is not that violent.


    Mo Hua tried to communicate with the dragon veins with his own spiritual thoughts.


    But failed.


    The dragon vein did not react at all.


    Mo Hua frowned.


    “It shouldn’t…”


    In his vision, if he swallowed the dragon soul himself, it should resonate with the dragon vein.


    How could there be no induction?


    Mo Hua sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ??consciousness again, and sensed the state of his own spiritual consciousness.


    After looking inside for a moment, Mo Hua realized that although he swallowed the dragon soul, his spiritual consciousness had no essential change, but was only touched with a trace of dragon energy.


    When shouting, there will be some dragon roars in the crisp voice.


    This is seriously inconsistent with the expectations of ink painting.


    He thought that even if he could not turn into a dragon, he could at least transform into a dragon scale and claws.


    His spiritual thoughts will become stronger and stronger.


    But now, the situation is not as good as he thought.


    This dragon soul is not as "great tonic" as he thought.


    "Why?"


    "Because the Dragon Emperor in the Great Wilderness has lived for too long and has become decayed, so the dragon''s energy is old and there is no ''nutrition'' after eating it?"


    "Or... the origin of the dragon soul is too tough. Although I have eaten it, I have never really ''digested''?"


    Mo Hua frowned, feeling that both are possible.


    But before that, no one could have "eat" the dragon soul, so no one would know whether the dragon soul was easy to digest.


    "Anyway, I''ve eaten it all. I''ll refine it slowly in the future and see what it will turn out, but..."


    Mo Hua muttered in her heart.


    "The divine consciousness has attained the Tao, and the divine thoughts have been transformed into the Tao, and then the dragon''s power is melted. Then is this... the divine thoughts have been transformed into the dragon?"


    "If Longhuan, will my divine mind-turning sword become the ''Divine Dragon-turning sword''? With one sword, it will slash out a dragon?"


    Is this... I learned it wrong again?


    Before he knew it, he complicated the problem again.


    Ink painting sighs.


    "Forget it, if there are too many lice, you won''t be itchy, if there are too many debts, you won''t have to worry about it. It''s already messy enough, and you won''t be able to do this one."


    Digestion slowly, let’s talk about it later.


    Mo Hua retreated his spiritual consciousness from the sea of ??consciousness, opened his eyes, stared at the dragon veins, and realized another problem:


    "How to deal with this dragon vein?"


    At present, this "dragon vein" is no longer useful.


    Storage bags cannot be placed.


    There is no research either.


    I just started my plan to "raising" dragons. It is still unknown how long it will take to collect the essence of all demons and raise a truly complete dragon pattern.


    The finishing touch is not yet here.


    This dragon vein seems to be "unspark" if it remains in your hands.


    Not only is it useless, it is also very "hot".


    This is the secret treasure of the Great Wilderness royal family and the entrance to the Dahuang Taoist heritage. Once people know it, it will cause a **** storm, and I don’t know how much trouble it will cause to myself.


    Moreover, the dragon vein is hidden privately...


    "Daoting won''t sentence me to a ''rebellion'', right?"


    "The Great Wilderness is the Dragon of the Dragon, and the vein of the Dragon of the Dragon is not a real dragon, so it shouldn''t be..."


    Mo Hua was a little confused.


    He was innocent and never thought about rebellion.


    Mo Hua thought about it, then wrapped the dragon veins in black cloth and put them away.


    Early the next morning, he visited Mr. Xun and "handed" the dragon vein.


    Mo Hua knew in his heart that Mr. Xun must have known what he brought into the sect, but for his sake, he turned a blind eye.


    This is Mr. Xun’s trust.


    But you must also have a certain degree, not without a sense of competence.


    As of now, this dragon vein cannot be controlled by yourself, so it is better to hand it over to the sect first.


    Sure enough, Mr. Xun saw the black cloth handed over by the ink painting, and before he could open it, he understood what was inside.


    "Are you tired of playing?"


    Mo Hua felt a little embarrassed, "I can''t understand..."


    Mr. Xun nodded, "Then I will keep it for you first. If you have the ability and can understand it, come to me to ask for it."


    Mo Hua was grateful and worried, and asked in a low voice:


    "Old sir, we keep this dragon vein ourselves. Will it... cause Dao Ting''s fault?"


    Mr. Xun raised his eyebrows, "It''s okay, what''s wrong with Daoting? The dragons in the world are not owned by his family."


    "You didn''t peel the skin of the real dragon again, you pulled the tendons of the real dragon, refined the dragon''s vein, and picked up the dragon''s vein. Daoting will not be able to cause trouble for you."


    "What''s more, heaven knows it, earth knows it, you know it, I know it."


    "This dragon vein is contained in my Taixu Sect, and the Daoting doesn''t know, so there will be no trouble."


    Mo Hua felt relieved now and said to Mr. Xun with a smile: "Then please, Mr.


    Mr. Xun waved his hand, "Don''t worry, go and practice well."


    "yes."


    Mo Hua nodded and smiled, and after bowing, he said goodbye and left.


    Mr. Xun shook his head helplessly, turned to look at the dragon vein that seemed to be weaker, and he couldn''t help but feel a little confused:


    "I don''t know what this child has studied..."


    …


    After leaving Mr. Xun, ink painting practiced as usual.


    A few days later, it happened to be the end of the year, so he left the door and went to Kushan.


    The matters of Gushan and Dragon Vein were all roughly handled, and Mo Hua had time to travel this time.


    He planned to return Huangshanjun''s "natal statue" to the original owner.


    This is the entrustment of Gushan Huangshan Jun.


    Accepting someone’s orders and being loyal to others.


    Since you agree, you must do it naturally.


    Not to mention, Huang Shanjun gave himself a big gift before his death. Since we are going to travel far, Xun Ziyou naturally has to follow us.


    The ink painting carried the statue of the **** that others could not see or notice on Xunziyou.


    The two of them sat in a carriage and arrived at Kushan.


    The mountains are quiet and the forests are growing.


    The fallen leaves are made of thick layers, spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.


    The two of them climbed up the steps, stepped on the soft and crisp leaves, and walked all the way to the dilapidated temple.


    Mo Hua said, "Elder Xun, it''s enough to get there. I''ll go in by myself."


    Xun Ziyou looked at the deserted mountain temple in this deserted mountain with an empty dilapidated mountain temple and frowned.


    "You go alone?"


    Mo Hua nodded, "I''ll visit an old friend."


    "Old friend?" Xunziyou was puzzled.


    "Well," Mo Hua whispered, "My friend is a little afraid of being a child, and he doesn''t like being disturbed. Elder Xun, please don''t tell others about the location of this temple."


    Xun Ziyou nodded suspiciously.


    Ink painting is a bit strange.


    But ink painting is used to being weird in daily life, so it is not surprising that it does something strange.


    He just felt a little emotional in his heart. Mo Hua knew so many people and had a wide connection.


    that is…


    Xun Ziyou looked at the empty mountain temple and wondered: This seems to be, not considered a "human" meridian?


    On the other side, Mo Hua walked into the dilapidated temple with her statue on her back.


    This statue of the destiny is a bit heavy, but fortunately, Elder Xunziyou was memorizing the journey along the way. It was nothing to memorize the ink painting.


    After entering the dilapidated temple, when I looked up, I saw Huangshanjun among the clay sculptures.


    It still stayed honestly in this dilapidated temple.


    There is no way, there is basically no way to visit him in this condition.


    No guests came to visit either.


    Huangshanjun couldn''t be happy even if there were really guests visiting.


    The wilderness, wolves, insects, tigers and leopards everywhere, lonely ghosts wander. He, the desolate mountain god, would not have any good "guests".


    Huangshanjun also has a complicated expression.


    A few days ago, I was lonely and unchanged in the days when I was always lonely and peaceful, and for some reason, I suddenly felt frightened again.


    It just knew that something must have happened again.


    Moreover, it is a huge thing.


    It was worried about this for a long time, restless and tasteless. It didn''t feel bad when eating the rotten steamed buns.


    Today is sunny, and Huang Shanjun just looked up.


    Sure enough, the "little ancestor" of ink painting came again.


    As usual, Huangshan Jun floated up from the clay sculpture, with a kind smile on his face, and bowed to the ink painting.


    "Young friend, don''t be fine. I don''t know why I have time to come to the dilapidated temple of the little **** again?"


    Mo Hua placed the statue of the **** on his back on the ground.


    “I brought you a ‘gift’.”


    The statue was covered with gray cloth, and the surroundings were painted with ink to hide the breath and prevent the leakage of cause and effect.


    Looking at the things in front of him, Huang Shanjun was stunned for a moment.


    The gray cloth is wrapped tightly, and it doesn’t know what is inside.


    But now it is close, and the wisp of qi that appears and is of the same origin is gradually perceived by it.


    A thought that it had never dared to think about before slowly floated in its heart.


    An incredible excitement and excitement surged from the bottom of his heart and flowed all over his body, making it tremble, its heart surging, its scalp numb, and its head buzzed.


    Huang Shanjun''s heart was filled with incredible feelings.


    "This..." Its voice trembled.


    Mo Hua whispered: "I look like your ''family''. I happened to meet you and brought it back."


    As he said that, the ink painting lifted a corner of the gray cloth.


    Huang Shanjun could not help but tremble all over, and even tears began to fill his eyes.


    "You...re you...get it back for me?"


    "Yes!" Mo Hua nodded.


    Huang Shanjun''s chest was suffocated and almost couldn''t breathe.


    It looked at the ink painting again and felt that at this moment, the ink painting''s eyebrows were as far away as the mountains, the eyes were as bright as stars, the lips were red and the teeth were white, and it was extremely handsome and elegant, with an extraordinary charm and unparalleled appearance.


    There is no one in this world who looks better than ink paintings, gods, or even immortals.


    Ink paintings are even easy to see, and golden light is shining all over.


    This little monk actually... took back its "natal statue"? !


    From the hands of the ancient evil god, from the hands of the hatched evil fetus, he lost it to the bottom of the lonely mountain and brought out the statue of the natal **** occupied by the evil spirit? !


    For the mountain god, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a rebirth of his parents.


    This little ancestor is really its "ancestor".


    At the same time, Huang Shanjun was also very shocked.


    It could not imagine how the ink painting with foundation-building cultivation can do all this.


    At the bottom of the lonely mountain, there are thousands of corpses buried, and the Temple of Evil Fetal.


    Even Huangshanjun dared not imagine how many difficulties and obstacles are facing?


    Even if it is the mountain god, if it is lucky to cultivate for another thousand years and return to the top of the third grade, it may not be able to reach the bottom of the Gushan Mountain, take back its own statue of the god, and escape without hesitation.


    How did he... do this little monk Mo Hua do it?


    Huang Shanjun was shocked and was completely stunned.


    Seeing that it was still motionless, Mo Hua kindly reminded him, "Hurry up and put it away, don''t lose it again."


    Huang Shanjun was suddenly shocked and then he remembered the serious matter.


    It no longer hesitated and reached out to its natal statue, but the next moment, it was a little hesitant, as if considering whether to carry the ink painting on its back.


    But after thinking about it, this statue of the destiny was originally found by the ink painting. If he wanted to be greedy for ink, he would have been greedy for a long time.


    In this case, I really judge a gentleman with a villain''s heart.


    Huangshanjun no longer hesitated, and his body shook and he penetrated into the statue of his natal god. After a moment, Huangshanjun, who had half of his body, walked out again.


    Its appearance has changed a little. The robe has become more expensive, its body is more burly, its face is less dishy and more charming.


    Overall, it looks a little more majestic.


    The origin is also heavier.


    "You have melted your natal statue?" Mo Hua said curiously.


    Huang Shanjun said: "I have been separated for too long. I have to warm myself up for a while, and then..."


    Huang Shanjun paused, but did not hide it. "Then wait until the origin is in the same position, and then choose another hidden place to store this life-going thing."


    Mo Hua nodded without asking any more. Seeing that there was rain in the broken bowl and half of the rotten steamed buns on the plate on Huangshanjun''s pedestal, he knew that his day was still the same as before, without any improvement. He took out chicken, duck, fish and meat from the storage bag, placed it on the table, and opened a pot of wine, and greeted Huangshanjun:


    "Come on, eat and chat."


    Huang Shanjun was so moved that he bowed and said, "Then it''s better to obey your orders than respect."


    So each person and one **** were sitting on the divine platform, eating meat and drinking wine while chatting.


    Ink painting mainly wants to ask about the past of Gushan.


    The Lord of Huangshan also knows everything and speaks everything.


    But unfortunately, it seems that its origin is missing, and it also loses a piece of memory. After all, most of it is what Mo Hua knows.


    And the Taixu Sect senior who killed it, in his impression, there was only a blurred figure in white clothes and a sharp Taixu sword. I couldn''t remember the others clearly, and even my face was very blurred.


    This matter is a bit strange.


    Mo Hua frowned, and felt in his heart that there were two possibilities.


    One is that after Huang Shanjun was indeed killed, his memory was lost and he forgot about the appearance of this senior.


    There is another possibility that this senior from Taixu Sect has other unknown causes and effects. In order to keep it confidential, he used some means to erase his past.


    It is even possible that some secrets have been erased by others.


    Therefore, Huangshanjun couldn''t remember his appearance.


    But this is just a speculation that arises from ink painting after practicing the way of cause and effect.


    It’s hard to say what the truth is.


    In addition, Ink Painting asked other questions.


    These questions are all the doubts he has accumulated over the long period of time when he practices divine thoughts.


    Including the direction of the development of the spiritual consciousness of the monks, the advancement of the gods, the relationship between the grades and levels of the gods, the essence of Taoism, and especially whether the divine consciousness of the gods will undergo "qualitative changes" as the grades improve.


    A long time ago, the third-grade blood-colored divine skeleton he encountered was as hard as iron.


    The third-grade evil fetus is even more covered with "demon armor" all over the body, which is indestructible.


    But there is no such change in the spiritual consciousness of the monk.


    Ink painting itself seems to have only a little bit of this "qualitative change".


    Therefore, he was a little confused.


    Is it true that he also ignores other "reinforcement" directions in the way of divine thoughts?


    However, his divine thoughts are mixed with humans and gods, and their components are too complicated, and the origin of divine thoughts is too complicated.


    With the experience of ink painting, I can’t figure out the relationship here at all, so I can only ask Huangshanjun for advice, hoping to get some inspiration and further strengthen my spiritual consciousness.


    (This chapter ends)