Asking About Longevity Chapter 774

Chapter 774 Killing Game

It's far away from the big picture.

How can he, a swordsmith, draw formations?

If it's just a sword formation, how come it's the nearly lost Shinto formation pattern?

How did he learn it?

Is the Shinto formation so worthless?

Mo Hua was full of doubts for a while.

He squinted his eyes again and stared at the sneaky old demon cultivator, especially the formation pattern he had drawn, for a while, his expression slightly solemn.

This old thing is tracing the same pattern over and over again.

In other words, he may only have this formation pattern.

But this formation pattern is incredible.

It is different from the gate-type Shinto formations that I got at the well entrance of the small fishing village and the river temple.

It is also different from the mist-like Shinto formation that I calculated in the dense forest of monsters.

It is a brand new Shinto formation pattern.

I have never seen it before.

“Could this be what Elder Xun Zixian said, one of the complete Shinto formation systems in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?”

Mo Hua frowned.

But what is the use of this array pattern?

What is the purpose of painting this Shinto formation pattern on his natal sword bone?

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

“I'm afraid this old liar has a lot of secrets…”

The sword-making continues.

When Ouyang Mu was not paying attention, the old demon cultivator drew the Shinto formations on the sword bone, and then covered the Shinto formations with blood. After that, he continued to smelt the sword bones as if nothing had happened. .

Ouyang Mu also tempered the fine iron, turned around, and continued to learn how to make swords from the old demon.

Old Yao Xiu is doing everything as usual.

Ouyang Mu had no idea what the old demon cultivator had done behind his back.

After that, there was a series of complicated sword-making processes. After about a few hours, the old demon cultivator said:

“It's okay today, come back tomorrow.”

“Okay, old timer.”

Ouyang Mu stood and flexed his hands. After practicing for several hours, he felt a little tired. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded:

“The junior will take his leave first.”

After Ouyang Mu left.

The old demon cultivator took out his natal sword bone, gently stroked the Shinto pattern on the sword bone with his scarlet palm covered with blood tumors, and murmured softly in an inaudible hoarse voice:

“My life… depends entirely on you…”

Then he seemed to have run out of energy, so he hugged the sword bone and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hua looked at the sword bone and found that the length of the sword bone was almost exactly the same as the old demon cultivator's spine. It matched very well. His eyes were slightly cold.

He thought for a moment and left quietly.

When he arrived at the prison, Mo Hua told Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao about the old demon Xiu.

Ouyang Mu was a little shocked, "Array pattern?"

Mo Hua nodded.

“Is it a sword pattern?”

"No, it's a very special type of Shinto formation pattern. I haven't seen it before, so I don't know what its use is."

Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao both frowned.

Linghu thought for a while and then said: "So, this old demon cultivator's plan must be related to this sword bone."

“Isn't he...forging a natal sword embryo for himself?”

Mo Hua nodded, "It's possible..."

He had also guessed this before, but after all, there was no evidence and it was not easy to conclude.

"But," Mo Hua frowned, "Using your own spine to cast the sword bone of your destiny, what kind of sword-making method is this?"

Linghu smiled and shook his head.

Then both of them looked at Ouyang Mu.

Among them, only Ouyang Mu has the most exquisite sword-making skills and extensive knowledge of weapon refining.

Ouyang Mu said solemnly:

“I don't know the specifics, but in the family, there are similar records in some miscellaneous rumors about weapon-making in Taoism. This is a sword-making method that uses the body to support the sword and the human weapon to become one.”

"It's just that this kind of sword-making method, when broken down, has many branches, and even the degree of good and evil is also different. Some are only bloody, hurting oneself but not others, and some are extremely evil and need to cause huge killings. evil…"

"This old... old man used his own 'spine' to forge a sword. What path he took and what method he used, I can't tell now."

Ouyang Mu shook his head.

Linghu smiled and frowned, thinking for a moment, "I have a question..."

He turned his head, looked at Mo Hua and the two of them, and said slowly:

"Using one's own spine to cast the natal sword bone must be used to refine the natal evil sword. I'm afraid this old demon cultivator wants to take this opportunity to form a golden elixir in this **** of ten thousand demons?"

Ouyang Mu was startled and nodded repeatedly, "This old guy said that once the demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison form elixirs, they can leave the valley and work for 'Young Master' outside. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and they are much more comfortable than in this valley." ”

“Furthermore, after forming the elixir, his lifespan will be increased, and he can live for many more years, which is equivalent to changing his destiny against the will of heaven..."

Mo Hua nodded slowly, but then his eyes narrowed, "But, can he survive until that time?"

Ouyang Mu and Linghu smiled thoughtfully.

Mo Hua continued: "The old demon cultivator had his spine whipped. His body was stooped and he kept coughing up blood. Occasionally, he would sit alone in the evil weapon room and stuff his mouth with a lot of pills."

“Furthermore, I can clearly feel that the death energy on his body is getting heavier and heavier…”

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "It takes a lot of time to cast the natal sword bone and refine the natal evil sword. I'm afraid he will die before the sword is finished."

Ouyang Mu nodded, "That's true..."

Although this old demon cultivator has a good plan, his life is not long, so why is he messing around?

Ouyang Mu frowned and thought for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, but he was suddenly startled:

“Senior Brother Mo, there is another possibility.”

Mo Hua was startled, "What's possible?"

"That's it..." Ouyang Mu's face turned pale. "His sword bone has actually been cast! He taught me how to forge the sword, but he was actually just pretending..."

Ouyang Mu thought about it again, nodded and said:

"Yes, these days, he taught me how to make swords. On the surface, it was for my own good. I was not allowed to use the **** and evil sword-making methods. In fact, it was because I didn't need to do it at all. His spine, It's already a forged sword bone!”

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "Then the reason why he forged the sword bones and did not further refine the Evil Sword of Life was because... what conditions were missing?"

What conditions are missing…

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Ouyang Mu.

Linghuxiao thought for a while and looked at Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "When you weren't here, the old guy was refining the sword peacefully. After you came, he took out the sword bone and planned to forge the evil sword..."

“Obviously, you are the key and the condition for him to forge his natal sword and form the golden elixir.”

Linghuxiao looked worried, "Isn't that Junior Brother Mu very dangerous?"

"Now that the natal sword bone has been forged, maybe it won't be long before the old demon cultivator will cast the natal magic weapon and use it to form an elixir."

“Yes,” Mo Hua sighed and frowned slightly:

“The current problem is that we don't know what his real sword-making method is and what tricks there are in it.”

“And, what is the effect of the formation pattern he drew on the sword bone...”

A few people looked a little sad.

But just thinking about it here, I can't guess it, let alone have no good solution.

“Let's play it by ear…”

Mo Hua patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder and said, "Be more careful."

“Hmm.” Ouyang Mu said solemnly.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, somewhat worried, and said:

"wait."

He ran back to the formation privy room, selected some formation disks and spiritual weapons, and drew some temporary formations. Then he returned to the prison and gave them all to Ouyang Mu.

“You are hiding secretly...”

“This heart-protecting mirror has a golden stone formation on it, which can protect the heart.”

“These formations can be deployed at any time if the situation is urgent to delay the enemy.”

“This black cloth must be put away. If you feel dizzy, cover your forehead immediately…”

“Here are some elixirs to ward off demons and restore blood. You should also keep them. If demon energy enters your body, or your blood energy is severely depleted, take it immediately..."

Mo Hua warned each one.

Ouyang Mu was so moved that he kept Mo Hua's instructions in his heart and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo!"

“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

With these means, Xiaomu finally has a certain ability to protect himself.

I just don't know when the old demon cultivator will attack...

The next day, Mo Hua went to the evil weapon room of the old demon cultivator in advance.

He wanted to see if he could find any other clues.

When he arrived at the evil weapon room, he found that there were already people in the room.

Jin Gui, who is tall and strong, with a greatly changed aura, is talking to the old demon cultivator.

He seemed to be accusing something.

"too slow…"

“Are you really teaching him how to make evil weapons?”

“That brat from the Ouyang family has obviously been studying for several days, but why doesn't he have much evil spirit in him?”

"Old man, what are you doing?" Jin Gui became a demon and his temper became very grumpy.

The old demon cultivator's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and then became cloudy again.

He lowered his head and said in an old voice:

“Weapon refining pays attention to step by step. No matter whether it is the right way or the wrong way, it cannot be accomplished overnight. There must be a plan to follow step by step..."

After saying that, he coughed a few times and couldn't help but cough up blood again.

Jin Gui glanced at him with disgust and cursed in a low voice, "You old man..."

Then he snorted coldly and said calmly:

“From today onwards, I will send someone to guard you and see if you have properly taught that kid, and if you have allowed that kid to be stained with blood and fall into evil ways..."

The old demon cultivator's expression changed slightly and he refused:

“This is not possible. Sword-making is a secret. It is my life's work and must not be allowed to be peeped by outsiders!”

Jin Gui sneered, "How long has it been since you kept it secret? No matter how good you are at making swords, you are only a second-grade swordsmith. You cannot escape the category of second-grade swordsman. What does your little skill in refining weapons mean?"

“Furthermore, this is the Young Master's order. Of all the things in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, which one is as important as the Young Master's?”

“You want to disobey the young master's order?”

The old demon cultivator suppressed the coldness in his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I don't dare..."

Jin Gui nodded slightly and said indifferently:

"That's right, time is running out, hurry up and don't delay the young master's plan, otherwise you will lose your soul and die without a burial place!"

The old demon cultivator said nothing more, only lowered his head, "Yes."

Jin Gui gave the old demon cultivator a cold look, then turned and left.

After Jin Gui left, the old demon cultivator was the only one left in the evil weapon room filled with green bones, fire, and a fishy stench of blood.

The old demon cultivator still lowered his head.

His spine is gone and his stature is stooped. Once he lowers his head, it is difficult to stand up straight again.

But because he lowered his head, Mo Hua couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear him murmuring: "Yeah, time... is running out..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly startled.

Since then, the old demon cultivator has made no other special moves. Instead, he is still lying on the chair and looking at a piece of demon skin paper.

About half an hour later, Ouyang Mu was brought in.

But this time is different.

There were two demon cultivators who brought him in. Judging from Mo Hua's experience, one of them was a dog-headed demon cultivator.

The other one has sharp eyes and is bald. He is most likely to be a demon cultivator with an eagle pattern painted on his body, just like the vulture.

After bringing Ouyang Mu, the dog-headed demon cultivator walked outside the door and guarded it.

The bald demon cultivator with eyes like an eagle stayed in the evil weapon master, staring at the old demon cultivator with sharp eyes and speaking indifferently.

“Master, the steward told me to keep an eye on this in case something unexpected happens.”

It means "watching", but it actually means "monitoring".

The old demon cultivator nodded and said calmly:

"knew…"

Then he no longer cared about the two demonic cultivators, the bald one and the dog-headed ones, and turned to Ouyang Mu on his own:

“I will continue to teach you how to make swords.”

Ouyang Mu's expression was a little complicated, but he still remembered Mo Hua's instructions, pretending that nothing happened and that he didn't know anything, nodded and said:

“Okay, senior.”

Everything will be business as usual after that.

The old demon cultivator patiently taught sword making, Ouyang Mu learned to make swords absentmindedly, the bald demon cultivator watched with piercing eyes, and the dog-headed demon cultivator looked at the door warily.

After some time, the old demon cultivator seemed tired and said to Ouyang Mu:

“You practice by yourself for a while, and I'll take a rest.”

Then he turned around, walked to a chair aside, and sat down slowly.

But as soon as he sat down, he couldn't stop coughing and kept coughing up blood. He had no choice but to take out a few pills and stuff them into his mouth shakily.

Finally, I lay down on the chair, panting heavily, like an old dog dying, and the breath he breathed out was full of fishy smell.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator frowned upon seeing this, looking a little disgusted, and turned his gaze slightly sideways.

The sizzling sound of the fire, the tapping of forged iron, and the breathing of the old demon cultivator all blended together.

The room was obviously very noisy, but there was also an inexplicable sense of death.

After a while, the eagle-patterned demon cultivator suddenly changed his expression slightly and noticed something was wrong.

The old demon cultivator's breathing seemed to have disappeared.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked to the side, only to see that on the chair next to him, there was only a black robe and some shed demon skin.

"not good!"

A chill suddenly surged in the heart of the eagle-marked demon cultivator, and he immediately activated the eagle-marked demon cultivator. The demonic pattern on his head flashed, and his eyes searched for the figure of the old demon cultivator in the room.

　　But before he could catch a glimpse of the trace, the murderous intention suddenly came.

A long, dark red tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ground, carrying vicious demon power, and suddenly slashed at the waist of the eagle-patterned demon cultivator, as if trying to cut it off.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator's pupils trembled, and he jumped up to avoid the sneak attack.

But even though he has an eagle tattoo, he only has foundation-building skills after all, and cannot fly. He floats in the air and cannot avoid it.

This short period of time in the air became a flaw.

From the shadows, several evil swords suddenly flew out at extremely fast speeds, drawing streaks of blood and piercing deeply into the body of the eagle-patterned demon cultivator.

The evil sword contains blood-stained sword energy, and it also contains poisonous demonic power.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator was immediately poisoned and his blood stung. He was frightened and angry. He opened his eyes and roared:

“Old evil beast, how brave are you?!”

He never expected that this was his first time to watch, but this old man would suddenly kill him.

Isn't he afraid that if he violates the prohibition of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and his soul is eaten by ten thousand demons, he will die? !

“You actually…”

He wanted to say something else, but the old demon cultivator had been planning for an unknown amount of time. Now he suddenly attacked, obviously not giving him a chance.

From the shadows, a monster suddenly swam out.

This monster has a body like a long worm, with sharp blade-like joints on both sides. It has a human face on its head, spits out a long tongue, and the joints are trembling, and it crawls quickly on the ground.

It was extremely fast, and within an instant, it was close to the body of the eagle-patterned demon cultivator, and then took advantage of its poisonous paralysis to wrap itself around him.

The sharp limbs pierce deeply into the flesh.

The long snake-like body is constantly rolling, with jointed limbs, cutting the body of the eagle-patterned demon cultivator.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator roared, "You..."

But before he could finish, his head was also pierced by arthropods, blood flashed, and his flesh and blood were cut to pieces.

The picture is both **** and cruel.

The ink painting made me take a breath.

This old thing is actually a centipede demon!

Moreover, he acted quickly, killed decisively, and had a ferocious look on his face. He did not look like he was dying of illness at all.

He is an old bastard!

Moreover, he is still impatient and will kill as soon as he is told, without any ambiguity.

After a few rounds, the eagle-patterned demon cultivator died immediately.

The dog-headed demon cultivator outside the door heard the commotion and rushed over, but it was already too late.

He could only see the gloomy refining room, with blood everywhere, a mutilated corpse, and a grotesque and terrifying demon cultivator.

The sharp limbs, the ugly demon body, and the weird human face on top of the demon body.

At this moment, that strange human face twisted its neck, turned its head, and smiled at him.

The hair on the dog-headed demon cultivator immediately stood up, and he turned around and ran away.

He is no match for such an evil, ruthless and sinister old demon cultivator.

Although he ran fast, the old demon cultivator who looked like a centipede used many joints and limbs to crawl faster. Soon he was wrapped around the body of the dog-headed demon cultivator, and he followed suit.

After a while, the body of the dog-headed demon cultivator was twisted into a towel.

The blood is like water on a towel, falling drop by drop.

At this point, the two demon cultivators who were guarding were all killed.

The old demon cultivator retreated and became the old demon cultivator again. He stretched out his old hand, tremblingly closed the door of the weapon refining room, sealed the formation, and isolated everything inside.

Then, he walked back indoors step by step.

At this time, the smell of blood filled the air. Ouyang Mu's face turned slightly pale, but his eyes were firm.

The old demon cultivator was a little surprised, nodded slowly, and praised: "Yes, you can calm down after unexpected changes."

Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, but calmed down and asked:

“Old-timer, what on earth are you going to do?”

The old demon cultivator grinned, revealing the fangs and long tongue in his mouth, as well as the blood stained from the demon cultivator he had just eaten, "You will know later."

Before he could finish his words, the evil wind suddenly rose.

Ouyang Mu felt his eyes filled with blood. The old demon cultivator had turned into a centipede and rushed towards him with the **** wind.

But a moment later, there was a boom, and the blood was instantly replaced by firelight.

Ouyang Mu's surroundings glowed with dazzling light, and blazing flames ignited, protecting Ouyang Mu in the middle.

The ground fire killing array exploded.

The raging spiritual power raged.

In a moment, a long insect-like monster was knocked back by the flames and fell to the ground, rolling around.

After the flames were extinguished, the centipede monster curled up, retreated from its demonization, and turned back into the rickety old demon cultivator.

He was panting like a wounded beast, looking at Ouyang Mu with sharp eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

“Formation?”

How can this little brat still use formations?

The old demon cultivator thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, "No, this is not your method!"

“Who's helping you?!”

Just at this moment, a slight sword sound sounded.

The old demon cultivator opened his eyes and ears slightly, and saw an extremely sharp golden light flashing through the air.

Then a golden thread streaked through the air, carrying cold and cruel murderous intent, arriving in an instant.

Perceiving this fierce killing intent, the old demon cultivator's expression changed with shock, and he was a little unbelievable for a moment:

“Sword-riding?!”

(End of this chapter)

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