Asking About Longevity Chapter 776

Chapter 776 Old slave

 “What's going on with this little brat?!”

The evil sword turned from his own bones was like tofu, and he crushed it so easily?

 Is this...really a "person"? !

 The old demon cultivator was shocked and confused.

 But he did not want to sit back and die.

This kid may be a formidable enemy, but after hundreds of years of planning and hard work, he has finally transformed into an evil sword demon, and he is definitely not an ant that can be manipulated by him!

　　If you don't fight without breaking the boat, you don't know who will win in the end.

 If you don't work hard, how do you know you can't win?

"good…"

The old demon cultivator, who has bones as his body and sword bones as his limbs, has a strong fighting spirit in his ferocious eyes. The bone sword is filled with venom-like demonic energy, and the aura around him is constantly rising. The body of bones is also Gradually it grew stronger, and the **** sword energy wrapped around the body.

“Today, I will meet you and let you know how terrifying the sword demon's body is!”

The old demon cultivator's eyes were sharp, and he turned from stillness in an instant, activating the power of the demon, and struck with the trend.

The huge bone sword condensed with majestic demonic energy slashed at Mo Hua instantly with terrifying power.

 This bone sword is very huge.

 The body painted in Mo is not even as tall as the bone sword.

 But he looked calm and only punched lightly.

 The small fist faced the huge white bone magic sword.

In just an instant, the White Bone Demon Sword was shattered into pieces by Mo Hua's fist.

 The old demon cultivator looked horrified, but he was unwilling to give in and tried his best to attack.

 For a time, the white sword bones, the demonic sword energy, the evil sword intention... were stirring in the blood pool.

 The old demon has a lot of tricks to practice with his sword.

No matter whether it is the sword bone, sword energy, or sword intention, no matter how **** and terrifying it is, or how powerful it is, the ink painting remains unchanged and adapts to all changes, but there is only one punch.

With one punch, the sword bone will be broken, the sword energy will disappear, and the sword intention will be extinguished.

There is no move that he can't solve with one punch.

 The old demon cultivator became more and more shocked, but also more frightened and angry.

Must work hard!

 If you don't work hard, you won't even have a chance to work hard!

The aura of the old demon cultivator changed again, his pupils turned black, sword bones kept growing out of his body, like the jointed limbs of a long insect, and his body also turned into a centipede, rising higher and higher. At the same time, the evil thoughts on his body, It is getting richer and richer, and is infinitely close to the peak of the second grade...

 “You forced me to do this...”

 The old demon cultivator laughed ferociously.

Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with a calm expression, his eyes were still indifferent, and there was even a hint of disappointment.

 “Tired of…”

Mo Hua said lightly.

 The old demon cultivator's ferocious laughter suddenly stopped, and what followed in his heart was a kind of bone-chilling panic.

 The next moment, the ink painting disappeared.

 When he appeared again, he was already on top of the old demon cultivator.

Mo Hua jumped up and looked down, giving a gentle kick.

This kick was like a heavy hammer, slamming down hard.

 The old demon cultivator was hit hard to the ground like a cannonball.

 It was in severe pain all over its body, and its skull even had cracks.

 But before it could recover, it heard a "creak" sound.

The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked sideways, he was horrified to find that all its bones and sword limbs had been broken off by Mo Hua's white hands, leaving not a single one.

 The old demon cultivator struggled hard, but to no avail.

 At this moment, ink painting has already grasped its spine.

 Just a pinch and its spine will be broken.

 The old demon cultivator was so frightened that he immediately shouted in horror:

 “Little ancestor, spare your life!”

 The movement of ink painting is slightly stagnant.

Upon seeing this, the old demon cultivator immediately said:

 “Little ancestor, spare my life, I will be of great use!”

Mo Hua stepped on his head, "What are you good for?"

Having his head stepped on, the old demon cultivator felt humiliated, but he felt more despair in his heart:

“Where does this little devil come from, what kind of existence does he have, and how can he be so terrifying?”

He never expected that the sword demon Xie Zui, who was at the peak of the second rank and was integrated with the natal evil sword, would actually be like an ant, being "handled" by this little ancestor at will, without the slightest ability to fight back.

Some people don't know how terrible it is until they actually take action.

Some things, if you don't try hard, you won't know how hopeless they are.

The old demon cultivator said in a trembling voice:

 “As long as you, as long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything.”

"what will you do?"

Mo Hua asked condescendingly and in an interrogative tone, as if he would kill the old demon cultivator and break his spine if he disagreed with her.

The old demon cultivator panicked and said, "I can make swords!"

“Oh?” Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

The old demon cultivator hurriedly said: "I am a disciple of Tai'amen, and I was once a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. I am proficient in the art of refining weapons and the art of forging swords. I have cast countless swords in this **** of ten thousand demons, and my skills have been honed countless times. , perfect..."

"As long as you spare my life, little ancestor, I am willing to ride on the front and back of your horse, forge swords and refine weapons for you."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "You have forgotten that you are already dead. You are now a sword demon and an evil spirit. What kind of sword can you help me forge?"

 The old demon cultivator's face trembled.

 It has forgotten that it is no longer a human being, not even a demon cultivator.

How can you forge a sword if you have an evil body?

The little hand painted in ink pretends to break its spine.

 The old demon cultivator felt chills all over his body and immediately said: "I can teach you!"

"teach?"

"That's right," the old demon said, "Although I can't make weapons or swords myself, I have rich experience and knowledge in making weapons. I can tell you whatever you want to know..."

Mo Hua's expression was a little hesitant. He didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were dangerous at one moment and relaxed at the other.

 The old demon cultivator's heart fluttered with Mo Hua's eyes, feeling uneasy.

It thought for a moment and then immediately said:

 “The magic weapon of your destiny!”

The ink painting was slightly startled, and his eyes were slightly bright.

When the old demon cultivator saw this, he was overjoyed and immediately said as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

“The magic weapon of destiny! I have the most orthodox inheritance of Tai'amen and know how to refine the magic weapon of destiny!”

“You spare my life, and I will help you refine the magic weapon of your destiny!”

"Knives, spears, swords, axes... any kind of magic weapon will do. I know how to make it. I can tell you how to make it!"

Mo Hua looked confused, "How do I know you won't lie to me?"

The old demon said: "I can make a poisonous oath and swear to heaven. If I tell a lie, the sky will be struck by thunder, my soul will be scattered, and I will not be reincarnated!"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

“I have Junior Brother Mu. He will help me refine my natal magic weapon and so on.”

 The old demon cultivator said anxiously: "He can't do it!"

 Ink painting is not pleasing to the eye.

The old demon cultivator quickly explained: "The child is talented and tough, but he is too young and has little experience in refining weapons. The core weapon refining method of Tai Amen was not passed on to him."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "It wasn't passed to him, but it was passed to you?"

Only then did the old demon cultivator realize that he had said the wrong thing, and said sarcastically:

“I...have lived a long time after all, so it's normal for me to know a little more about weapon refining...”

Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with deep eyes, but did not pursue any further questions. Instead, he asked:

“What else? It's not enough to just forge swords. You have to have other uses...”

 I am not a swordsman after all.

The magic weapon of this destiny may not be used to use the spirit sword.

What's more, this old guy is an old liar and cannot be trusted. It's too troublesome for me to have to distinguish the authenticity of what he says.

If it has no other use, I plan to kill it and eat it.

 After all, since being "grounded" by Mr. Xun, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and my consciousness has long been thirsty.

 There is an urgent need to "eat" something first to cushion the stomach.

The ink painting shows a cute look with red lips and white teeth.

 Especially the lips, which are conspicuously red.

 The old demon cultivator looked at it and felt a little creepy for some reason.

He immediately said: "I remember the road, I can tell you the way out of the valley!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled and a little surprised, "Do you know the way out of the valley?"

 The old demon cultivator nodded and said with a wry smile: "I have stayed in this valley for too long, and I already know most of the things I can know."

“Especially in the first hundred years, I wanted to escape from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons all the time, so I spent a lot of effort to figure out the route out of the valley clearly.”

"But…"

 The old demon cultivator looked slumped, "Even so, I still can't get out."

Mo Hua asked strangely: "Why?"

The old demon cultivator said: "The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is huge and the roads are complicated. It passes through the Ten Thousand Demons Prison and enters the slaughterhouse. There are also demon refining pots, evil pill valley and other areas... Demon cultivators are everywhere and are heavily guarded. If you don't know the way, outsiders will I can't get out at all…”

 “This is the next best thing…”

The old demon cultivator looked solemn, "Even if you go through this dangerous place, in the end, there will still be an insurmountable chasm."

 “Heavenly chasm?”

The old demon cultivator nodded, "This natural chasm is a painting, and it is also the center of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. The painting contains thousands of demons and is filled with evil spirits. The demon cultivators in the valley generally call it...the Demon Refining Map!"

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

 The old demon cultivator looked fearful, "Although I don't know... how you entered the valley, but if my prediction is correct, you should be here to save people."

“If you want to save people, you have to go out of the valley.”

“I can show you the way, but in the end I can't break the demon refining map, and you will still be trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons forever.”

 “But this is not something I can consider…”

Mo Hua thought for a while, nodded and said:

 “Okay, I'll spare your life.”

 Since the demon refining map is in front of you, you can be patient for now. I will not eat the small shrimps in front of me, so as not to ruin my stomach and prevent me from having a big meal.

 The chill in the old demon cultivator's heart suddenly subsided. He knew that the disaster of death was over, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

It raised its head and secretly glanced at the child-like ink painting, feeling in its heart that the world of cultivation is really too dangerous.

 A little kid is more terrifying than the monster himself.

 Ink painting lets go of its spine.

The old demon cultivator stood up tremblingly, but it did not dare to stand completely upright. It only dared to half-kneel in front of the ink painting to avoid appearing to be arrogant.

Mo Hua raised his head, glanced at the formation patterns around him, and suddenly said curiously: "I'll ask you another question. Please answer it honestly."

 “Yes.” The old demon cultivator did not dare to refuse.

Mo Hua pointed at the formation patterns around him and asked:

“Where did you learn this formation pattern?”

 The old demon cultivator trembled and did not dare to speak.

 The gaze of ink painting is becoming more and more dangerous.

  The old demon cultivator could only bite the bullet and said truthfully: "It's... I learned it from the Demon Refining Chart..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Did you learn from the Demon Refining Chart?"

"Yes," the old demon cultivated, "This is a formation pattern on the demon refining map. I don't know its origin. I only know that it is extremely mysterious and can even... seal the remaining souls."

"I took the opportunity to secretly copy it down for emergencies."

“But I am not a formation master, and I am not very proficient in the formation. Even if I copy it, I still can't understand it or draw it.”

The old demon cultivator sighed, "So, I practiced every day, copying day and night. Whenever I had time, I would use human blood to carve this formation pattern. In the end, it became a habit that was engraved into my bones..."

"It took me more than two hundred years, and I practiced hard day and night. Finally, by some strange combination of circumstances, I somehow managed to master this pattern."

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "That's why you thought of a way to draw this formation pattern on the sword bone. In this way, after your death, your divine thoughts turn into demonic thoughts, and they can be 'sealed' in the sword by this formation pattern and become A 'Sword Demon' lives in an alternative way."

 The old demon cultivator was stunned.

He did not expect that his careful calculation would be seen through by the young monk at a glance.

 Now that things have happened, the old demon cultivator has nothing to hide, "It's like this, the old... the old man has made two preparations."

"The best result is naturally to form an elixir. Using the flesh and blood of that boy from the Ouyang family as a guide, I can forge the evil sword of my destiny. I will choose another opportunity to form a golden elixir without having to give up this mortal body."

"If this plan fails... I have heard about some methods of transforming spiritual consciousness into evil spirits in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Using this method, after a tragic death, no bones remain, and the remaining spiritual thoughts can enter the sword bones and turn into evil spirits. The sword demon lives in the sword."

Mo Hua's eyes were sharp, "I'm afraid it's more than that..."

 The old demon cultivator had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:

"Yes... I originally planned to use the blood of the boy from the Ouyang family to forge this sword so that the blood and the sword would blend together. In this way, the bones of the sword would warm up and become his original evil sword. I am the sword. The sword demon in my heart, and he became my 'sword slave', listening to my orders..."

Mo Hua nodded, sighing in his heart.

This old guy is really very calculating.

Mo Hua estimated the time, pondered for a moment, and then practiced Taoism to the old demon:

"I won't kill you for the time being. You let me out and show me the way out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. If I find out, you still dare to lie to me..."

Mo Hua clenched his little fist and smiled coldly, "Even if you are evil, I will make it impossible for you to live or die!"

 The old demon cultivator said in fear:

"Don't dare, don't dare! Follow the instructions of your little ancestor!"

Mo Hua nodded, "Let me out."

 “Okay, okay!” The old demon cultivator, as if he had received an amnesty, immediately restrained his demonic thoughts, turned into a long white bone sword, and said through the message:

 “You can leave this pool of blood by touching the bone-white sword blade.”

Mo Hua frowned, thought about it for a while, and probably understood something.

 This pool of blood for the sword is an illusion in the sword.

 The entrance and exit are both the white bone demon sword itself transformed by the old demon cultivator.

 After entering this blood pool, if you want to get out, you must either kill the old demon cultivator or let him reveal his true colors and open the door, otherwise you will not be able to get out.

Mo Hua looked around and said in his heart:

"Perhaps... remove the divine formations around it so that this blood pool illusion cannot seal the divine thoughts, collapse on its own, and get out."

However, since the old demon cultivator knows things like this, there is no need to make it difficult for him.

Mo Hua pointed his finger at the White Bone Demon Sword.

The next moment, the scenery changed. When he opened his eyes again, he found Ouyang Mu kneeling in front of him, his eyes red and his expression full of worry.

Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

“Senior Brother Mo, are you okay?”

 The old demon cultivator died, the blood mist dissipated, and Mo Hua fainted and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Ouyang Mu didn't know the situation and didn't know what to do.

 Seeing Mo Hua wake up at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua nodded, "It's okay."

"What happened? Is that old... old guy completely dead now?" Ouyang Mu was still a little worried.

“So be it.” Mo Hua said.

This matter was a bit complicated and troublesome to talk about, so Mo Hua didn't tell Ouyang Mu.

 Besides, now is not the time to say this.

 The old demon has repaired the door. It may be able to hide it for a while, but as time goes by, it will definitely be discovered.

 Must find a way to deal with the aftermath.

  Don't let other demon cultivators, especially Jin Gui, know what's going on here, otherwise they will become suspicious.

 It would be even more difficult for me to save Xiaomu and others.

Mo Hua looked around and frowned.

 Golden Lock Formation, Earth Fire Formation, Earth Killing Formation, and Sword Control…

There are so many traces that they cannot be erased in a short time.

This kind of monk's methods are different from those of demon cultivators, and they can be seen at a glance.

“In this case, all we can do is blow up...”

 In the evil weapon room, there is green bone fire, a turbid blood pool, and all kinds of fishy flesh and blood. All they have to do is explode and mix together.

 Evil energy and blood energy will naturally contaminate traces of spiritual power.

Even if there are traces of formations and swords remaining, they will be regarded as traces of evil formations and evil swords.

After thinking about it in his mind, Mo Hua glanced at Ouyang Mu and said, "Little wood, you have to suffer a little."

Ouyang Mu was startled, a little confused, but he still nodded resolutely, "Brother, just give me your orders."

Mo Hua said: "Later, I will blow up the house and cover up the evidence."

“I'll choose a place for you and you stay there. When the formation explodes and the stone wall collapses, you may be buried inside.”

 “When those demon cultivators dig you out, you can just pretend to be faint.”

"If they ask you what happened, just say that the old demon cultivator suddenly went crazy, lost all his mind, and went crazy. He killed all the demon cultivators who were guarding and monitoring the door, then closed the door and said that he wanted to deal with these ten thousand people. Demon Valley will perish together..."

 “You hid far away, so you escaped.”

 “You don't know anything else.”

Ouyang Mu recited Mo Hua's words in his mind, silently wrote them down, and then nodded.

 After that, Mo Hua began to prepare to blow up the house.

There is a formation in the house itself. He only needs to move his hands and feet on the previous formation framework.

 After finishing the planning, Mo Hua chose a corner and asked Ouyang Mu to lie down with his head covered.

 This area will not be affected by damage caused by the formation.

 Some falling rocks would not hurt him.

 Then Mo Hua picked up the natal bone sword that the old demon had cultivated.

The white bone sword demon transformed by the old demon cultivator lives in this bone sword.

Mo Hua put the bone sword into his storage bag.

 He was still counting on this bone sword to show him the way.

 After everything was ready, Mo Hua quietly left the evil weapon room, and then used his spiritual consciousness to activate the formation in the room outside.

 In an instant, fire and blood burst out.

The evil weapon room suddenly collapsed, and rubble flew, causing the surrounding demon cultivators to tremble.

After a while, Jin Gui, the manager, arrived.

His face was uglier than a pig's liver, and he immediately ordered many demon cultivators to dig into the ruins after the collapse.

 The ink painting looks at it from a distance.

 After the small piece of wood was dug out and it looked like there was nothing serious, Mo Hua left quietly.

 Small wood is of great use.

These demonic cultivators will not embarrass him for the time being.

And it would be enough trouble for them to find out what happened in the evil weapon room.

 After Mo Hua left, he returned to the Privy Council Room.

 He thought for a moment and dismantled the bone sword.

The sword was too long, and he felt it was troublesome, so he used his best weapon-making skills to dismantle the sword body.

The sword blade was also formed, and most of it was melted away, leaving only the hilt with a small fragment of the sword.

The evil thoughts of the old demon cultivator are now stored in the broken sword.

Moreover, it is near the hilt of the sword engraved with Shinto formations.

 So even if the sword is broken, the impact will not be big.

Mo Hua held the bone-breaking sword and nodded.

 It is much more convenient to hold it this way.

 What we have to do next is to let the old demon cultivator lead the way and find the route out of the complicated Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

 And, find the last natural chasm in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons—

 Character of demon refining.

 The ink-painted eyes sparkle in the dark night.

He wanted to try to see if this "natural chasm" could stop him.

And see with your own eyes whether there are really many, many demons in this demon refining picture...

 (End of this chapter)

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