Chapter 986 Third grade


    After entering the evil spirit mountain, passing through the mountain gate, and walking straight up the mountain. After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly stopped and shouted to the forest beside him:


    "Elder Xun."


    After a while, Elder Xun slowly walked out among the lush trees.


    Mo Hua said in his heart that it was true, so he bowed and said with a smile:


    "Elder Xun, I''ll go to the mountain to practice a little method. It''s not a big deal, so I won''t bother you to follow you."


    Cutting the gods out of the body is considered a higher-end application of the true art of the Divine Thoughts and Sword.


    The true secret of Taixu''s divine thoughts to transform into swords is the forbidden sword technique of Taixu Sect.


    When Dugu’s ancestor passed it to Mo Hua, he explicitly prohibited it and did not allow him to tell anyone.


    Ink paintings are not very convenient for Elder Xunziyou to see.


    Xunzi thought for a while and immediately understood.


    What needs to be renovated ink paintings should be some relatively confidential inheritance.


    Either it is a formation, a Taoist method, or a body method, or something like that...


    These inheritances must have been taught by the ancestors.


    Due to the ancestor''s preference for ink painting and the qualifications that ink painting itself are different from ordinary people, the methods taught are certainly extraordinary, and it is indeed inconvenient for me to peek.


    Xunziyou guessed correctly.


    But what he did not expect was that the "ancestor" was indeed the ancestor, but it was not the "ancestor" he thought of.


    Xun Ziyou confirmed again, "Is it really okay?"


    Mo Hua nodded, "Well, don''t worry, I''ll do my business."


    Xunziyou thought about it and said that in the closed Gushan tomb, Mo Hua was able to make peace with so many late-stage demons in the Jindan stage, let alone, this was the Demon Refining Mountain in broad daylight.


    "Okay." Xun Ziyou nodded, "I''m drinking tea at the gate of the mountain. If you encounter something, tell me with the Taixu Order."


    "Well, thank you Elder Xun." Mo Hua bowed.


    Xun Ziyou waved his hand, "You can practice yourself, I won''t disturb you."


    Since Mo Hua did not let him follow him, he was happy to be idle.


    Anyway, he was drinking tea at the entrance of the mountain. He could also rush over whenever Mo Hua encountered anything.


    After saying that, Xunziyou turned around and walked down the mountain.


    But as he walked, he suddenly stopped slightly and a doubt arose in his heart:


    "How did I know that Mo Hua, this kid just now, was hiding in that wood?"


    Guessed?


    If you guess, it would be normal. After all, this child has seven tricks of one heart and is too smart, and he often follows him, so he should be able to guess.


    But if you guess, it is unlikely that you can guess so accurately, and you can directly guess where you are hiding...


    Could it be...sensible?


    Xunziyou''s heart was thrilled.


    The late stage of my Golden Pill, and I learned from my mistakes, and the experience of "tracking" ink paintings is rich enough and careful enough, and my breath has been restrained...


    Can it be sensed in this way?


    Not so weird...


    Xun Ziyou frowned.


    …


    On the other side, the ink painting has arrived in the Demon Refining Mountain.


    He wants to choose a monster to "test the sword".


    The monster has strong body, deep demonic power, greedy and bloodthirsty, and is generally stronger than the monks.


    Therefore, the realm of this monster is best at the second-level mid-stage.


    The second grade will be a little harder in the later stage, but it will be fine if you are reluctant.


    As for the third grade…


    Ink painting will not be considered for the time being.


    The third grade is a monster in the Golden Dan Realm. Its blood is terrifyingly thick, and its demonic power is as solid as it is. He is no match for it at all.


    Even Mo Hua has no interest in dealing with third-grade monsters.


    Because it doesn''t make any sense.


    As long as there is a slight inadvertent care, he will be photographed by the Jindan monster, even if he just touches it gently, he will probably lose his life.


    Moreover, Mo Hua is not sure if he can hurt the third-grade monster by killing the Divine Sword out of his body.


    If he could use his full strength to release the complete and unearthed sword formation, Taixu sword intent, and Taishang Zhanqing''s power of the God-Slaying Sword, 100% without any loss, Mo Hua would have confidence that he could kill the demonic consciousness of the third-grade monster.


    But now he uses his eyes as his orifice and spiritual power as his guide to break through the walls of virtual and real, and the magical sword he emits is only one-tenth of the power.


    Then he felt unsure.


    What else can one-tenth of power be desired?


    Therefore, it is best to find a second-grade middle-level person to test the sword. Even if you can''t kill him, you can run away, and there is no pressure.


    Ink painting made up its mind and then swayed in the mountains.


    Count it, he hasn’t come to Demon Refining Mountain to hunt monsters for a long time. The scenes around him are both familiar and a little strange.


    But as I walked around, the ink painting realized something was wrong.


    There seem to be much fewer monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain.


    The entire mountain is much cleaner.


    He walked a few miles and didn''t even see the shadow of a monster.


    Mo Hua frowned, "Where is the monster?"


    "Are you killed?"


    "Who did it?"


    Mo Hua thought about it for a while, then he slowly realized it, as if it was...


    His junior brothers from Taixu Sect killed him...


    They should still use their own "demon hunting strategy", use the demon hunting formation they prescribed, wear the demon hunting armor they designed, and use the demon hunting spirit weapon he asked Master Gu to kill these monsters...


    The mutual cooperation and understanding, the "Tao Bing" hunting monsters will naturally be efficient and will kill quickly.


    But it wasn''t so fast.


    The reason why I killed so quickly is most likely because the three sects merged.


    Taixu Sect, Taiamen and Chongxu Sect came together, and the disciples expanded more than three times.


    The scale of the junior brother of Mo Hua naturally expanded.


    The three sects are one sect, and the same energy is connected.


    The disciples of Tai''amen and Chongxu Sect also called Mo Hua "Little Brother", and they followed his "demon hunting process".


    Equivalent to the fact that it was originally a team of "Tao soldiers", but now it is a team of three.


    The hunting speed is naturally faster.


    And, more than that…


    Ink painting is now in the eighth year of Taixu Sect, and is already a disciple of the late stage of Foundation Establishment.


    In front of him, there are two new disciples.


    These disciples are also following the same example, following the demon hunting process formulated by him, Senior Brother Mo, and going to the mountains to hunt monsters.


    In this way, the number of people will be even greater...


    The ink painting is a little numb when I think about it.


    The Demon Refining Mountain is very big and there are many monsters, so it wouldn’t be really killed. But at least the mountain on Taixu Sect can’t support him, the group of junior brothers from Taixu Sect.


    Moreover, monsters are not fools either.


    Once the "Tao Bing" hunting monsters are formed, the monsters themselves will run to another mountain.


    In this way, there are even fewer monsters in the "territory" of Taixu Sect.


    "Don''t leave me some..."


    Mo Hua looked at the empty mountain and sighed.


    Moreover, he realized that this would not work.


    This is so cruel that you won’t kill all the demon-refining mountain one day.


    "When you go back, you must find a way and formulate some rules to ensure the sustainable reproduction of monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain..."


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    Otherwise, before he came, the Demon Refining Mountain would be fine.


    After he came, all the monsters in the mountains were all gone.


    Doesn’t he seem to be like a “catastrophe star”?


    No, no...


    Ink painting shook his head repeatedly.


    Afterwards, he continued to look for monsters.


    But after wandering around for a while, I couldn''t find a suitable target. I occasionally saw a few, but they were too weak and there was no need to draw a sword.


    There was no choice but to walk a little deeper into the Demon Refining Mountain.


    There should be more monsters in the depths.


    After leaving the mountain at Taixu Gate, he continued to walk deeper. The mountain was steep, the forest was gloomy and the miasma was heavy. Sure enough, there were more monsters.


    Soon, Mo Hua encountered a sable mouse monster.


    In the middle of the second grade, the fur color is dark yellow, and there is a strong wind when it runs. Although he is a rat monster, he is still taller than one person.


    The rat monster saw the lonely ink painting, and the tip of his nose moved and smelled the fresh human taste. He immediately rushed over without saying anything.


    Monsters eat people, you are never polite.


    Ink painting condenses fireball technique and fights with this sable rat demon.


    The figures of each person and the demon intertwined, the yellow wind roared with the fireball, and after dozens of rounds of battle, Mo Hua slowly frowned.


    He realized a problem when fighting with this sable monster.


    The real world is not like the sea of ??consciousness.


    The killing in the sea of ??consciousness is a naked confrontation of divine thoughts. Each of their killing moves can directly harm the divine thoughts and even the soul.


    But in reality, human spiritual consciousness is stored in the sea of ??consciousness.


    The demonic consciousness of the demon is also stored in the skull sea.


    This is a limitation, and also a protection.


    The spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua has not yet been strong enough, and can directly damage the inner spiritual consciousness or demon consciousness of the monk or monster through flesh and blood.


    At least, he doesn''t have this ability yet.


    The only way is to see the eyes.


    The divine mind turns into a sword, leaving Mo Hua''s eyes out of his body, and he must pass through the eyes of other monks or monsters to hurt his inner consciousness.


    He wants to look at the monster''s eyes. The monster also needs to look at his eyes.


    Only by killing the God Sword out of the body can it work.


    This is a problem that I realized when I was fighting with this sable monster.


    But the problem is that although the sable rat demon in front of him is big, his eyes are very small.


    Blood-red, narrow, and long eyes like cat''s eye, distributed on both sides of the mouse demon''s head.


    It is difficult to look at the ink painting with it.


    In addition, the sable monster moved quickly, running left and right, causing a yellow wind to rise, and the wind and sand rolled, blocking its sight, and the ink painting could hardly capture its eyes.


    If you cannot see your eyes, the God-Slaying Sword cannot penetrate the flesh and blood and slash into its soul.


    He couldn''t use this sable mouse demon to "test the sword".


    After dozens of rounds of another fight, the sable mouse demon''s little eyes still did not give Mo Hua a chance.


    Ink painting had no choice but to give up.


    Although this second-grade mid-stage rat demon, if he really wants to kill it, he can use some means to force it.


    But this takes too much effort.


    He came into the mountain to test the sword, not to hunt demons.


    What''s more, this is the Demon Refining Mountain. Once the war is long, the movement will be too loud, which will easily attract other monsters and get into trouble.


    Mo Hua glanced at the sable mouse demon again, and his body flashed, turning into water mist, and disappeared directly.


    The sable monster at this time didn''t know that it was its little eyes that saved it.


    I saw the ink painting turn into water mist and disappear without a trace.


    The sable mouse demon was stunned for a moment and roared in anger.


    It put its nose on the ground, sniffed for a long time, and finally smelled a fresh smell again.


    The sable mouse demon was greedy, but hesitated.


    Although it is weak in intelligence, it is instinctive and agile. After nearly a hundred rounds of fighting, it had already realized that this little boy in the human race was different from ordinary monks.


    It seems that he has no ability, and he only has a fireball technique after playing, but he has a terrifying aura hidden in his body.


    The sable monster bared its teeth, but it still didn''t dare to chase after it. It arched its body, got into the ground, and fled to the other side.


    In the woods on the other side, Mo Hua continued to look for monsters.


    Later, he also encountered several, including wolf demons, dog demons, snake demons, and bear demons, and his realm ranged from the middle to late stages of the second grade.


    But there was no one that could allow him to try the sword well.


    Monster beasts are not like humans, with different types and strange appearances.


    These monsters have either crooked eyes, squinted eyes, squinted eyes, small eyes, or one-eyed eyes... It is not easy to stare at the eyes at all.


    There is even one, who is blind and angry with the ink painting.


    In addition, these monsters have flexible bodies and deceitful movements.


    Mo Hua struggled for a long time, but didn''t cut out a single sword.


    Not only that, because he provoked too many monsters, he caused riots.


    Many monsters compete with each other to eat him.


    But the body style of ink painting is too flexible. They can''t eat ink painting, but instead roll it back together and fight first.


    Monster beasts have low intelligence and strong killing nature. Once they fight each other, they will immediately be unable to curb their ferociousness and bite each other.


    In the small mountains and forests, there was a mess immediately.


    The demonic energy was raging, the roar shook the mountain, and the waves spread.


    Even Xun Ziyou, who was sitting at the mountain gate, heard the sound of demonic roars one after another.


    Xunzi was drinking tea leisurely, and he didn''t care much.


    This is the Demon Refining Mountain, where there are monsters gathered together and demon hunting disciples. If you have any trouble, there will always be a few monster roars coming from the mountains and forests from afar.


    Xunziyou was used to it and didn''t take it to heart, but after a while, his heart suddenly jumped.


    Because he realized that today is different from usual.


    Today, ink painting has gone up the mountain!


    There will be evil if something goes wrong.


    Ink painting is that "monster".


    As long as he goes, something will happen.


    Xun Ziyou is Mo Hua''s "bodyguard". He has great experience in this kind of thing.


    The mountains and forests are quiet, and the roar of demons continues.


    Xunziyou''s heart hangs, and the good tea in her mouth has no taste.


    Although this commotion seems to be nothing big, the matters related to ink painting are generally not simple.


    Xun Ziyou hesitated for a long time, but still put the teacup down, "No, I have to go and take a look."


    He can''t drink this tea anymore.


    Go and take a look. Even if it’s really okay, you can feel at ease when you take a look.


    Xunziyou then raised his sleeves and shook his body, turned into a sword light, stepped on the forest in the mountains, and fled directly to the demon-refining mountain.


    Halfway through the journey, he calmed down his breath and activated his hidden spiritual weapon to shuttle quietly among the forest, quietly approaching the mountain where the monsters were rioting.


    When I arrived in front of the mountain, I saw a group of wolf, insects, tigers and leopards, crowded with black and blue, fighting happily, and blood flowed all over the ground.


    Xun Ziyou''s eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked around and finally found the ink painting on the big tree beside him.


    At this time, the ink painting was riding on a big tree branch and watching the show.


    The monster below was killed tragically, but he seemed quite leisurely on it.


    Xunzi You breathed a sigh of relief, but was also speechless.


    He knew that the riot must have been created by Mo Hua.


    Now the monster is fighting to the point of blood. He is so good that he is sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight.


    Xun Ziyou shook his head.


    But since he came, he couldn''t leave like this.


    Xunziyou did not make any sound or reveal any traces, and he temporarily stood aside.


    But then he thought about it again and felt that the distance was a bit unsafe and might be noticed by Mo Hua, so he quietly got further away.


    On the tree, Mo Hua stared at the chaotic monsters below, and felt helpless.


    He didn''t want to make such a big noise, but there was no way, and these monsters didn''t cooperate with him at all.


    If there is a monster that can have big eyes and stare at him honestly for a while, he will have finished trying the sword long ago and will not cause such a big commotion.


    "Let''s watch the changes first, and see which monster is injured later. Use the formation to tie it up and force it to look at my eyes..."


    Ink painting thought for a while and felt that this was the only way.


    So he rode on the tree and watched the monsters kill each other quietly. When the situation subsided, he would take advantage of the situation.


    But after waiting for a while, before the commotion subsided, a more violent demonic aura suddenly came from the distance.


    Mo Hua''s face changed.


    Even Xun Ziyou in the distance also shrank his eyes.


    "Third-grade...monster beast?"


    Before the two of them could think about it, just a few breaths passed, and a burst of black sand rolled in wildly, flying sand and stones, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was so terrifying.


    All the surrounding earth and wood are rolled back.


    A hill-like figure appeared faintly in the black smoke.


    Sharp mouth and fangs, eyes like lanterns, pupils like copper bells, skin is dark and hard as iron, and hairs like barbs.


    A body of blood is like a river.


    The amazing demonic power surged and pulsed in its body.


    This is a black pig demon in the third-grade Golden Pill Realm!


    The third-grade black pig demon is almost at the top of his strength among the several mountains around the Demon Refining Mountain.


    Especially the pig demon with thick bloodlines, with thick skin and flesh, and like a hill, it can swallow almost any middle and late monster in the second grade.


    As the black air rolled, when these third-grade black pig demon appeared, the originally riotous forests were instantly suffocated.


    The second-grade monsters who were still fighting each other even trembled with their limbs, frightened inexplicably, and ran away wildly.


    The movement was a little slower, and in just a moment, the huge pig demon was stepped on under his feet and bit off half of his body.


    A second-grade bear demon relied on his burly figure and wanted to resist, but when he met, the third-grade pig demon''s fangs were pierced through his chest and threw them to the ground.


    Then he scratched his fangs and immediately broke a bear demon''s belly.


    Several of the other monsters did not escape, and were bitten one by one by one by the black pig demon, chewing them all to pieces, shattering their bones and **** flesh.


    The mountains and forests that were originally riots were silent in just a few breaths.


    Most of the riot monsters became corpses.


    Only the sound of pig demons chewing on their flesh and **** breathing echoed in the forest.


    The ink painting rides on the tree, and he dares not show his grand atmosphere.


    This is the first time he has seen a monster in the third-grade Golden Pill realm close together, and it is so big. Just looking at it, I feel a sense of oppression, let alone the strong demonic power, the fishy blood, and the cruel killing nature...


    The back of the ink painting is slightly cold.


    "what to do?"


    "run?"


    After thinking about it, Mo Hua seemed to have only one solution. He didn''t want to take the risk and fought with the third-grade pig demon like this hill.


    Too dangerous.


    Mo Hua made up her mind and stood up slowly.


    But it was fine if he didn''t move. As soon as he moved, the black pig demon who was eating below immediately stopped chewing, and the red light in his eyes flashed.


    The ink painting stagnates, and the warning signs in my heart suddenly arise.


    "not good!"


    He immediately jumped and jumped away from the tree.


    The next moment, the big tree under him immediately broke into two.


    The black pig demon just bumped gently and used the unrestrained demonic power to smash the big tree from the middle. The wood chips flew into the ground, and the big tree fell to the ground.


    This third-grade pig monster is extremely alert and has an extraordinary sense of human taste.


    The desire for human flesh seems to be very strong


    Seeing that Mo Hua jumped away, the black pig demon roared angrily, and his hill-like body crashed directly into it like a tsunami.


    All the big trees along the way were like small grass seedlings at this time, and they were cracked one by one.


    Mo Hua gritted his teeth, tried his best to activate his body movement, and fled to the distance.


    The black pig demon stared at the fierce eyes of the copper bell, stirring up a wave of demonic wind, and the black air rolled, chasing Mo Hua tightly...


    (This chapter ends)