Asking About Longevity Chapter 764

Chapter 764 Severed Fingers

Even though his face turned pale, Song Jian still took a breath and asked:

“Who are you? Why are there demon cultivators in Qianxue State? What do you want to do? What kind of place is this?”

Song Jian asked in one breath.

It's just that his heart felt cold and his voice inevitably trembled.

 The demon cultivator smiled sinisterly and did not answer.

The prison was gloomy, with blood everywhere.

Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, and Linghu Xiao looked solemn.

Song Jian thought for a moment and then said coldly:

“I am a direct descendant of the Song family of Duanjinmen. You'd better not mess with me, otherwise the Song family will definitely not let you go!”

Hearing this, the demon cultivator sneered coldly, "The Song family... itself cannot be protected..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl.

Song Jian was startled, not knowing whether it was true or not, and then cursed angrily:

 “Monster, what are you talking about?!”

The demon cultivator was not angry, but took out two pieces of paper from his sleeves and handed them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu respectively:

 “Write a letter with your blood.”

"Your..." The demon cultivator stretched out a scarlet finger with sarcoma, pointed at Song Jian and said, "Write to your parents and tell them that you are in our hands and ask them to be obedient, otherwise we will wait to collect the body..."

 The demon cultivator turned his head again and glanced at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."

His face was mostly covered in a black robe, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was somewhat meaningful, "Write this to your brother so that he can be more sensible..."

Ouyang Mu was startled.

Mo Hua was a little surprised when he heard this.

Xiaomumu's brother...Senior Brother Feng?

 They arrested Song Jian in order to threaten his parents and the Song family behind them.

 Grab the small piece of wood to take advantage of Senior Brother Feng?

The demon cultivator said, "Be more knowledgeable..."

This means that they have already been in contact with Senior Brother Feng before. Because Senior Brother Feng does not "know what's interesting", that's why they grab a piece of wood and threaten his younger brother to make him "know what's interesting"?

Mo Hua frowned, then looked at Linghu and smiled.

 Song Jian and Xiaomu both need to write letters, so doesn't Linghu Xiao need to write?

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that it seemed right.

 Linghuxiao has good swordsmanship and is highly regarded by the sect.

 But his background does not seem to be very good, he is just a branch of the Linghu family.

 The relationship with fellow students is also unfamiliar.

 There are no familiar relatives.

 There is no one to blackmail.

It is impossible for this group of demon cultivators to hand the threatening letter to Patriarch Dongxu at Chongxu Gate...

That's really a shame.

Even if they lose their wits, they probably wouldn't dare to...

 In prison, Xiaomu would definitely not be able to threaten his brother.

He was holding the letter with a stubborn and stubborn look on his face. The words "I won't write even if you kill me" were written clearly on his face.

Ouyang Mu remained silent.

 Song Jian on the side was actually quite brave.

 “Tell my parents to be obedient? Who do you think you are?!”

“If you want to threaten our Song family, you are worthy of hiding your head and showing off your tail, and you are neither a human nor a monster?!”

Song Jian cursed loudly.

 The tall demon cultivator's face was shrouded in shadow, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could clearly feel his anger.

 After a moment, he smiled grimly and said, "If you don't drink the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

"If you don't write a letter, then I can only take something from you..."

 The demon cultivator's murderous intention was revealed.

Song Jian looked panicked. Before he could react, he felt a gust of fishy wind blowing against his face, and then his fingers suffered severe pain. When he reacted, he saw blood dripping from his hands.

 One little finger has been amputated.

Faced with the ferocious demon cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he, a pampered disciple of a family in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, had no power to fight back.

Song Jian groaned in pain, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

 All these changes happened extremely quickly.

Linghu Xiao's expression changed and he quickly reminded: “Junior Brother Mu!”

Ouyang Mu looked a little confused. After being reminded by Linghu Xiao, his expression was shocked. He was about to stop and retreat, but in a blink of an eye, he felt that a tall demon cultivator smelling of blood was already approaching him.

His wrist felt a sharp pain, as if it was clamped by the claws of a monster.

 Then a red light flashed.

Ouyang Mu's little finger was also chopped off.

Ouyang Mu gasped in pain, but he was tenacious and gritted his teeth without making a sound.

Linghu smiled and became angry, and said in a cold voice: "You bastard!"

The demon cultivator's body was as black as a hill, and he held two severed fingers in his hand, with blood dripping from them.

He glanced at Linghuxiao and his tone was calm, even a little polite.

 “Young master, I'm offended.” The demon cultivator said calmly.

Linghu Xiaojian's heart trembled, and he suddenly became alert.

But he was bound by iron chains and had no sword in his hand, so he couldn't resist at all.

The demon cultivator has advanced cultivation, strong strength, and extremely fast speed. In a blink of an eye, he can deceive Linghu Xiao who is close to him.

 A fishy wind suddenly arises.

 A moment later, Linghuxiao's little hand was also cut off a small piece.

Severe pain came, Linghu Xiao's face turned pale, he bit his lips tightly and made no sound. He could only look at the demon cultivator with cold eyes, like a sharp sword.

The demon cultivator also had a cold attitude and remained silent, but he quietly avoided Linghuxiao's gaze, as if he was afraid of offending Linghuxiao too much.

 At this point, the little fingers of Linghuxiao and the three others were all cut off.

The demon cultivator took out three wooden boxes, put the three severed fingers in each one, and said calmly:

"If you don't write a letter, I can only do this and get some tokens."

 After saying that, he took out three crystal white elixirs and threw them to Linghuxiao and the others, "After taking the elixirs, the amputated finger can grow back..."

"I'm just doing what I'm told. If you cooperate, I'll save you some trouble. If you don't, you'll suffer a lot. You can't blame me for that..."

 These words were more like said to one person, Linghuxiao, than to the three of them.

After doing this, the demon cultivator sneered, put the three wooden boxes into his sleeves, and turned around to leave.

After leaving the prison, he called a short dog-headed demon cultivator and ordered in a deep voice:

 “Be careful and don't make any mistakes, otherwise neither you nor I can afford it...”

“Yes.” The dog-headed demon cultivator lowered his head and said.

The tall demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building looked deeply at the dog-headed demon cultivator, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't relax even a little bit, or I will throw you to feed the monsters!"

Hearing this, the dog-headed demon cultivator trembled all over and said immediately:

  “Yes, yes, in charge.”

Mo Hua, who was lying on top and eavesdropping, was startled when he heard the words.

 It turned out to be a steward.

No wonder, he felt that this tall and big demon cultivator with long fangs had a different aura from other demon cultivators, and his status was obviously higher.

The "steward" demon cultivator finished his instructions, took a look at the prison, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and then turned around and left.

 The dog-headed demon sent the "steward" away respectfully, and then his face turned cold.

 He turned his head again and glanced at the prison, with a look of jealousy and hatred on his face, and he muttered something.

But he dare not disobey the steward's orders.

 After carefully checking the prison, it was confirmed that the chains and formations were all fine.

The three people, Linghuxiao and Linghuxiao, were all imprisoned in the cell.

 The dog-headed demon cultivator then turned and left.

 The area near the prison suddenly became quieter and more empty.

Only the roar of unknown monsters could be heard in the distance, mixed with the painful groans of demon cultivators in other prisons.

 The atmosphere in this prison is depressing, like purgatory.

Mo Hua estimated that the time was almost up, so he used the Taixu order and sent the word "Yichou" to Elder Xun.

 After sending it out, Mo Hua waited for a while.

He was afraid that the magnetism was weak and the two Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches were not sent out. If Elder Xun accidentally forced them in, it would be over.

After the news was sent out, Mo Hua waited for a while.

 When Elder Xun said the word "received", Mo Hua nodded.

 He lowered his head and saw Linghuxiao and the three of them, looking defeated and dejected.

 They understand their situation.

 The powerful demon cultivator, the **** prison, and the seemingly invisible sounds of monsters struggling all around made them understand that this was definitely a vicious place with no way in or out.

 The broken finger was still **** and painful.

Previously, they were either children of aristocratic families or talented swordsmen. Although they had some setbacks, they generally grew up peacefully under the protection of their families and sects. They had never personally experienced the true cruelty of the monastic world.

Now, this cruelty suddenly appears in front of us.

  Even life and death are only on a thin line.

 The three of them were very uncomfortable for a while.

Song Jian didn't dare to scream anymore. He squatted in the corner, covering his broken little finger, his face as white as paper.

Ouyang Mu looked dull and felt uneasy.

Although Linghu Xiao looked calmer, he was also a little confused in his heart.

 There is no sword in his hand.

Even with a sword, he is no match for these demon cultivators.

 At least, he couldn't defeat the tall demon cultivator who cut off his finger just now, not to mention that there should be other more powerful demon cultivators in this prison.

Linghuxiao was in a trance and couldn't help but think of what he had said to Mo Hua before.

It was only then that he realized how childish the words "win without force", "fair duel" and "kendo is loneliness" were.

 In the real monastic world, no one talks about "fairness" to you, and no one competes with you in swordsmanship.

　　When there are more people, use more to defeat fewer people; if you have higher cultivation, use strong force to suppress weak ones.

 No one will reason with you.

 If you lose, you lose, and if you die, you die.

Linghuxiao's proud heart couldn't help but be cast into a cloud. Only then did he realize that in the face of a truly ferocious enemy, the swordsmanship he thought was powerful was actually not as powerful as he thought...

Moreover, the most important problem is that his finger is broken.

Linghuxiao touched the bright white elixir in his hand, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

The same goes for Ouyang Mu on the side. He wants to take this pill, but he doesn't dare.

 Their storage bags were surrendered.

 The only thing that can heal the injury now is this elixir given by the demon cultivator.

 The injury of a broken finger can be major or minor.

The demon cultivator only amputated their little fingers and did not use demon power, evil methods, or other sinister methods. The flesh and blood at the wound was not contaminated.

If you take the elixir in time, you can still grow bones and flesh.

But if you don't take medicine, once the injury worsens, the blood coagulates, and the wound scabs, the little finger will be completely broken off.

Even if you take Tiancai Dibao to make up for it in the future, there will still be some defects.

 The broken hand is the right hand.

 Out of the three of them, one is a swordsmith and two are swordsmen. At least at this stage, they all rely on their right hands.

 But this elixir was given by the demon cultivator after all.

Although it looks fine, no one knows if there is really nothing wrong with it.

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

“Senior Brother Linghu, can this elixir be eaten?”

Linghuxiao frowned upon hearing this, shook his head, and sighed:

"I don't know either..." Logically speaking, there is no fishy smell or evil spirit in this elixir. It is pure in color and is a serious elixir.

 Moreover, when the demon cultivator gave it to them, he threw it away casually, without any conspiracy.

 But, after all, this is the elixir in the hands of the demon cultivator.

 If you eat it, you may fall into the evil cultivator's scheme.

 But if you don't eat it, if your little finger is broken, it will be troublesome to make swords in the future.

Ouyang Mu frowned, confused, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

“It would be great if the little senior brother was here. The little senior brother is so smart and knows everything. He must also know whether he can eat it or not…”

 But, how could Senior Brother Mo be here...

Ouyang Mu smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and tried to stuff the pill into his mouth.

 He wanted to eat it himself.

If there is no problem, let Senior Brother Linghu eat it too.

If there is a problem, Senior Brother Linghu doesn't need to eat it, he can just be the unlucky guy...

 Linghuxiao on the side was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention for a moment.

However, before Ouyang Mu could stuff the elixir into his mouth, he heard a familiar voice saying:

 “Idiot, don't eat it!”

Ouyang Mu was stunned and looked around, but there was no one around.

Linghuxiao was also startled.

 Both of them thought they were hallucinating.

"Did I just...hear the voice of my junior brother..." Ouyang Mu murmured.

 Linghu Xiao also heard it, but he didn't dare to believe it for a while.

On the other hand, Song Jian, who was originally discouraged and had a look of hopelessness, suddenly stood up like a big dog hearing his master's bark.

 But what arose in his heart was anger.

He remembered this clear and hateful voice until it turned into ashes!

The three of them were looking around when they heard a voice saying:

 “Above.”

Ouyang Mu Xunsheng raised his head and saw a young boy sticking his head out from the stone wall at the top of the prison.

He has a handsome appearance, and his eyebrows are as bright as stars.

 It is exactly ink painting.

Ouyang Mu opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but rub his eyes, almost thinking he was dreaming.

“Senior brother, have you been arrested too?”

Mo Hua was about to speak when he suddenly heard a cry from beside him. When he turned around, he saw Song Jian gritting his teeth:

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua used a drowning technique to seal Song Jian's mouth and nose.

Song Jian's words were blocked in his mouth, he was suffocating like drowning, and struggled to himself.

Mo Hua said "hiss" and gave him a warning look:

“If you dare to speak out again, you will be dead.”

"do you understand?"

　　While Song Jian was suffocating and struggling, his finger hurt, he immediately woke up and realized where he was. His reason temporarily defeated the "old grudge", and he nodded honestly.

Mo Hua was then satisfied and canceled the drowning technique.

At the same time, he was holding the spiritual sword in his hand, thinking that if Song Jian continued to be dishonest and yelled, he would chop him with the sword.

Song Jian felt a chill in his heart and immediately calmed down.

Mo Hua then said to Ouyang Mu:

 “I followed you and sneaked in...”

Ouyang Mu was shocked.

Even Linghu Xiao on the side couldn't believe it.

I don't know where this place is, but just from the strong demonic energy and chaotic demonic roars, I can roughly tell how tight this prison is and how many demonic beasts and demonic cultivators are hidden there.

This... can also "sneak" in?

"How...how did you get in?" Linghuxiao asked in a low voice.

Mo Hua waved his hand, "It's a long story, and time is urgent, so I won't say more..."

He pointed at the elixir in the hands of Linghuxiao and Linghuxiao and said, "Don't take that elixir of yours. It looks normal, but there is a big problem..."

 The demon cultivator cannot be so kind.

There is indeed no problem with this elixir in terms of smell, color, and medicinal properties.

However, in the ink painting, one can see the light gray corrupted Qi on the elixir.

 This is the cause and effect of a dead person.

 This elixir is made by people.

Looks, smells and scents can deceive people, but cause and effect cannot—at least the difficulty of deceiving people by cause and effect is not at the same level.

Ouyang Mu nodded as if he understood.

Mo Hua took out two pills and threw them from the roof. Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao took one pill each.

“You guys take this from me, the second-grade, top-quality Myosinogenic and Bone-Resisting Pill.”

Ouyang Mu and the other two took the elixir, looked at it briefly, and then drank it.

After taking the elixir into my mouth, I felt a pure blood flow throughout my body. My fingertips were cool and slightly itchy, but accompanied by the slightest pain.

 The broken little finger is slowly regenerating as muscles and bones are forming.

Ouyang Mu and the two breathed a sigh of relief and felt grateful.

Ouyang Mu was puzzled again: "Brother Mo, how come you have such a pill?"

Mo Hua said: "This is a necessary elixir for traveling at home. You must take it with you when you go out."

Moreover, these are all gifts from Aunt Wan, and they don't cost any money.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he turned around and found Song Jian looking at him longingly. Among the three people below him, he was the only one who had no pills to take.

Mo Hua sighed and threw one to him.

Song Jian's face showed two clearly contradictory emotions.

 One kind is the pride of not eating "the food that comes to you".

 One kind of compromise is that "a man can bend and stretch".

 The expression on his face changed several times, and looking at the ink painting made me feel tired.

 But in the end, he still compromised, silently picked up the elixir, stuffed it into his mouth, and silently recorded the account in his mind:

“I received a favor from Mo Hua and settled the revenge of 'snatching the sword'.”

 “But other grudges still have to be settled...”

Mo Hua was too lazy to pay attention to him, but said to Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu:

“You try your best to protect yourself and beware of the evil ways of demon cultivators. Don't learn the techniques of demon cultivators, don't take pills, and don't listen to their lies...”

 “I'll think of a way to get you out.”

He didn't say much about the rest.

 Linghu's smile was okay, but the little wooden face couldn't hide anything.

 Tell him that it is more likely to cause accidents.

 Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu both nodded solemnly. When they looked up again, they found that at some point, the ink painting had disappeared.

There is no trace of ink painting around.

 As if he had never been here at all.

 Linghuxiao and Ouyang Mu looked at each other, shocked in their hearts.

This kind of concealment method is really terrifying...

But because of this, the two of them felt much calmer, and the previous anxiety and uneasiness disappeared.

Although the level of cultivation in ink painting is not higher than them.

 But when I see ink paintings, I always feel an inexplicable "peace of mind".

On the other hand, Song Jian, the “little pretty boy” on the side, was still a little confused:

“If Mo Hua wants to save me, should I let him save me, or should I not let him save me?”

　　"If I let him save me, wouldn't it be a big debt of gratitude?"

“Being saved by the 'big enemy' Mo Hua, in a sense, isn't it also considered a 'great shame and humiliation'?”

 On the other side, Mo Hua wandered around the prison.

He wanted to rescue Xiao Mu and the other two, but there was really no good way for him at the moment.

 There are many demon cultivators in the entire Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

Even if he wields a sword, he cannot kill a few due to the limited number of spiritual swords.

 The formation method and the small meteorite method can be used, but the traces left are too big and the movement is too loud.

What's more, some demon cultivators are so powerful that they can't be defeated by themselves.

 And this is just the Ten Thousand Demons Prison. The entire Ten Thousand Demons Valley has more demon cultivators and is even more troublesome.

Mo Hua sighed.

He walked around the Ten Thousand Demons Prison a few more times, but still had no clue. An hour passed, and Mo Hua sent "Bingyin" to Elder Xun.

After sending the message, Mo Hua looked at Tai Xu Ling and was suddenly startled.

Bad signal…

 That means that there is interference from the magnetic flow in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

In a word, there should be a "metamagnetic" type of formation.

But why didn't I feel any traces of the Yuan Magnetic Formation?

Mo Hua frowned, then walked around again, and finally found something unusual in a small corner of the stone wall.

While the patrolling demon cultivator passed by, Mo Hua took out a small knife and scraped off the soil on the stone wall, and found that there was indeed a "Yuanci" array diagram sealed in dust.

　　It is the Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Vision Array.

 The Yuanci Spirit Vision Formation is a seventeen-line formation.

The formation diagram and ink painting had been obtained a long time ago. It was snatched from the hands of the Yuanci formation master who was traced out by ink painting in the Bishan Demon Cave and assassinated by Uncle Gu, Gu An and Gu Quan.

Having already mastered ink painting, I have already mastered it.

But the Yuan Magnetic Vision Formation in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been broken and cannot be used.

Moreover, it was specially sealed with mud and rocks.

Mo Hua followed the adjacent trajectory of the formation and found a similarly sealed Yuan Magnetic Vision Formation on another wall.

 This formation still cannot be used.

 After that, by "searching for Ji according to the pictures" in the ink paintings and the correlation between the pivots of the Yuan Magnetic Array, several other Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Vision Arrays were found.

 But these formations were all in ruins without exception.

Mo Hua feels pity in his heart.

These formations are not a single formation, but are controlled by a unified formation hub. They are obviously a complete set of complex formation systems.

Had it not been abandoned, he would have been able to, in turn, penetrate the "monitoring" system of the Ten Thousand Demons Prison through the Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Vision Array, thereby gaining an overview of the overall situation and controlling the situation.

“What is a good formation going to do if it is wasted?”

Mo Hua complained in his heart.

 Otherwise, it would be much easier for him to do things.

Now that the Yuan Magnetic Formation is abandoned, he can no longer use it.

Mo Hua shook his head and sighed, then turned around to leave.

Just as he turned around, Mo Hua paused again, turned his head and stared at these Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Vision Arrays for a moment, and raised his brows slightly.

“How about I do something good and help them rebuild the Yuan Magnetic Vision Complex?”

It just so happens that I have never built a metamagnetic complex array before, and my usual conditions do not allow it. I cannot afford the materials, and there is no suitable building array media.

Now I would like to take this opportunity to do some practical work. Using the abandoned Yuanmai Array hub of Ten Thousand Demons Valley as the context and the abandoned Spiritual Vision Array as a unit, I can re-construct a Yuanmagnetic Spiritual Vision Complex Array to deepen my understanding of it. Understanding of the Metamagnetic Array...

“As a formation master, you must take advantage of all available opportunities to study and use formations!”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.

 (End of this chapter)

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