Asking About Longevity Chapter 777

Chapter 777 Mural

Mo Hua eavesdropped on the conversation between Jin Gui and Yao Xiu.

Everything was very different from what I expected.

The evil weapon room was bombed and it was a mess.

The old demon cultivator who forged the evil sword went crazy. There was a trace of his flesh and blood left at the scene, as well as the corpses of two demon cultivators.

These two demon cultivators died in a miserable state, with scars from arthropod slashing on their bodies. They were obviously strangled to death by the centipede demon cultivator.

It can be clearly seen that there was a fight to the death during his lifetime.

It was the old demon cultivator who moved his hand.

In addition, the refining bone furnace, the blood pool, the evil sword, the formation, everything was destroyed, and the dirty blood was poured over it. No one could tell which ones were problematic and which ones were not.

Jin Gui was furious, but he could only calm down the matter.

He is in charge, and if something goes wrong, it will only make the leader or the young master question his ability to do things.

Therefore, it is best to make this matter a trivial matter.

He didn't dare to make a big fuss either.

Ouyang Mu, on the other hand, was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and was dull. Even if he escaped by chance, he would not be suspected.

Jin Gui was also lucky that Ouyang Mu did not die after the evil weapon room collapsed, otherwise he would have been in big trouble.

Therefore, small logs are safe for the time being.

As for Linghu smiling and Song Jian, their situation was not bad.

After all, it's not the time to really "see the situation".

You can leave for a while.

Mo Hua went to see Linghuxiao and the others again and said, "I'm going to step on it for a while. I might not be back for a few days. You guys should be careful."

Linghuxiao looked solemn and nodded.

Ouyang Muze said: "Senior Brother Mo, be more careful."

Although Song Jian kept a straight face and said nothing, his heart suddenly felt empty.

When Mo Hua was there, although he was often invisible and invisible to people, he always felt much more at ease, and he could still have dried meat to eat.

But now that Mo Hua left, he suddenly felt particularly insecure.

Song Jian's mood became tangled for a moment.

Mo Hua didn't bother to care about him, but gradually disappeared again and disappeared.

Linghuxiao and the three of them looked at each other and felt that without Mo Hua, the Ten Thousand Demons Prison seemed to suddenly become "gloomy" again.

In the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, on top of a prison.

The figure gradually appeared in the ink painting.

There were no demonic cultivators around, only the demonic beast bound by huge chains, roaring in a low voice.

Mo Hua took out the half-bone sword and asked, "Where are we going?"

The half-bone sword was silent and made no movement.

Mo Hua threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will destroy you."

As expected, a vague old voice came from the sword, "Wait a minute... Xiaozu... I said..."

The sound from behind stopped for a while and then came again.

"...You didn't hear..."

Mo Hua listened attentively, and after a while he realized that the old demon cultivator was indeed talking, but it was not "talking", it was more like...

"Spiritual Sound Transmission".

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Do you know how to communicate with spiritual thoughts?"

The old demon cultivator had no choice but to say, "I am already dead. I have lost my physical body and my mental power remains, so whenever I speak, it is all 'spiritual voice transmission'..."

"Oh, yes." Mo Hua suddenly realized.

Then he asked, "I don't speak, I only use my spiritual thoughts to transmit my voice. Can you feel it?"

The old demon cultivator was a little speechless, but he did not dare to say that Mo Hua was "ignorant and ignorant", so he only said implicitly:

"Little Ancestor, you are joking. Monks in the Ascension Realm cannot 'transmit sound with their spiritual consciousness'."

"Why can you transmit sounds only after you become a feather?" Mo Hua said more truthfully.

"This..." the old demon cultivator said sarcastically: "I am just building a foundation, and I am thousands of miles away from the Ascension Realm. The specific reason for this... I am ignorant and I don't know very well..."

"Oh." Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

This old guy is a bit half-full, he knows what he is doing but doesn't know why.

But it doesn't matter.

"Then the current situation is that you can quietly transmit your spiritual thoughts, and I can only speak to you?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes..." the old demon cultivator whispered.

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay..."

He pointed the broken bone sword forward and asked again:

"Where to go?"

The Bones and Broken Sword was silent for a while, as if he was meditating or recalling the route. After a while, the old demon cultivator sent a message to Mo Hua:

"On the right, after passing the prison of the blood-red wolf demon, you will reach the second stone gate. Turn right and go inside..."

Mo Hua glanced to the right and nodded.

He concealed himself again and prepared to walk in the direction pointed by the old demon cultivator.

But just as he took a step forward, he suddenly remembered something, shook the broken bone sword in his hand, and warned:

"Old man, don't lie to me, or I'll let you know what real 'horror' is."

The old demon cultivator said quickly:

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

At least for a short period of time, it was afraid of being beaten by ink paintings and did not dare to have any strange thoughts.

and…

The old demon cultivator whispered: "I'm not called 'old thing'..."

Its voice was very small, but Mo Hua still heard it.

"That's right. Don't you call me 'Old Man'? What's your name?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

The old demon cultivator sighed and said with emotion, "Before I became a demon cultivator, I was a disciple of Tai Amen. My surname is Ouyang, my first name is..."

Who would have thought that Mo Hua didn't listen at all to what he said, but instead muttered to himself:

"It's not a good idea to call you 'old guy'. It's a bit impolite. Let me give you a nickname. I'm good at giving nicknames..."

The old demon cultivator was silent.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then had a flash of inspiration, "You are a sword demon. You have a sword and a body of bones. Let's call you 'Sword Bone'."

The old demon cultivator almost thought that Mo Hua was calling him a "cheap".

It's a bit sulky.

Its dignity does not allow it to accept such a humiliating name.

But its courage is not enough to support it in making the slightest protest.

Sword bones are just sword bones...

The old demon cultivator accepted the name, but had to praise Mo Hua without conscience:

"What a good name... the young master is really a 'master' at naming."

Mo Hua happily accepted the flattery and said:

"Lead the way, Sword Bones."

The old demon cultivator, who was given the name "Sword Bone" by Mo Hua, had no choice but to accept his fate and said: "Yes..."

Then the sword bones pointed the way.

Mo Hua was hiding, letting go of his consciousness and observing the surroundings. He was holding the Broken Bone Sword, listening to the sound transmission from the bones of the sword, and traveling through the intricate Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was built by hollowing out the belly of the mountain. It is huge in size. Not only are there numerous stone halls and chambers, but the passages and corridors are also densely intertwined. In addition, there are patrolling demon cultivators who come and go. If you don't know the way, It's really easy to get lost.

Fortunately, "Sword Bones" is very senior and experienced, and he is also familiar with the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. In addition, he was held in Mo Hua's hand and did not dare to make mistakes, so he worked hard along the way and was fairly reliable.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua came to a gate.

This gate stands tall and towering, with two huge stone statues of monster beasts carved with ferocious monster patterns.

This is the gate to the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

There is a locking formation in front of the door, but it is not too clever. It is mainly because there are a few demon cultivators guarding it, which is a bit troublesome.

"Every six hours, the demon cultivators change shifts, and there will be a gap of more than ten breaths..."

"Sword Bones" secretly transmitted the message.

Mo Hua didn't have that patience.

He quietly hid in the dark and picked out a red-haired hyena demon cultivator.

He has analyzed the four-elephant demon patterns of dogs, and the corresponding formation hubs have also been summarized in his "four-elephant demon pattern library".

Mo Hua took advantage of his unpreparedness and began to control the ink with his spiritual consciousness.

A ball of spiritual ink floated in the air, condensed into a line of ink, swam quietly and meandered, and finally clung to the demon cultivator's leg, forming the hub of the four-elephant dog pattern array.

The demon cultivator has rough skin and thick flesh, and slow perception.

The dog demon only felt a slight chill on his legs and didn't care much at first.

But by the time he realized that the coolness was a bit strange, it was too late.

As soon as the demon pattern lit up, the demon power instantly went out of control. Under the control of Mo Hua, the demon power went retrograde and headed straight towards the heavenly spirit.

The hyena demon cultivator lost his consciousness and became ferocious, instantly attacking several demon cultivators around him.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

The demon cultivators fight each other.

Screams and curses were mixed together, and blood splattered all over the floor.

Mo Hua swaggered and left through the gate of Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

The "Sword Bones" that resided in the broken sword of white bones felt cold in their hearts when they saw all this.

It didn't notice at all what method this little ancestor used to make the demon cultivators lose control and fight each other without saying a word.

These demon cultivators who were guarding the gate were very powerful, but in the hands of this little ancestor, they seemed like "toys".

terrible…

The little thoughts in Jian Gu Gu's heart were a little less.

After leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, there are several avenues in front of them.

Mo Hua asked again: "Which way to go?"

The sword bone trembled: "On the left..."

Mo Hua looked up, nodded, and walked towards the avenue on the left.

As we go deeper and deeper, our horizons become wider and wider, and the ink paintings become more and more surprising. The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is indeed very big.

The Ten Thousand Demons Prison is only part of it.

In other places, there are still many evil monastic buildings.

Let yourself explore these things one by one, and it will take a long time.

There was not enough time now, so he could only skip them all.

After walking for a while, the smell of blood suddenly became extremely strong.

Mo Hua frowned and looked around. What appeared in front of him was a huge venue with numerous large guillotines dotted around it.

On the guillotine, there is a chain as thick as a man lying across it, and there is also a huge guillotine driven by a formation.

At this time, there was a bear demon tied to the guillotine with thick chains.

After the formation was activated, the huge guillotine whizzed past and cut off the bear demon's head. Blood flowed like spring water into the blood pool below the stage.

There were also many "decapitated" monsters lying on other guillotines.

At this time, many demon cultivators were busy dissecting the corpses of these monster beasts.

The dissected fur, bones, heads, demon pills, internal organs, etc. of the demon beasts are processed and stored in categories.

"This is the slaughterhouse..."

The sword bone transmitted the message.

"Slaughterhouse..."

Mo Hua frowned and murmured silently in his heart.

Jian Gugu continued: "This place has no name. 'Slaughterhouse' is the name agreed upon among demon cultivators. All demon beasts caught in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison will be disemboweled here..."

Mo Hua nodded and continued walking forward.

After walking for another hour, I saw a tower-like building.

"This is the demon refining pot." Jiangu Gu said.

Mo Hua was a little confused and lowered his voice: "Isn't this a tower? Why is it called a demon refining pot?"

Jiangu Gu said: "It is said that this demon refining pot is a type of monastic building in the wilderness of the southern barbarians. It is shaped like a 'pot' and cast into a demon tower. It is both a building and a spiritual weapon."

Mo Hua looked up and realized that the entire tower in front of him, with demon statues on the outside and snakes climbing on it, was layer after layer, but it had an upper and lower belly, and the middle layer was narrowed. It really looked like a "pot".

"Over there in the wilderness, the habit of naming is really strange..."

Mo Hua muttered silently.

The old demon cultivator, who was named "Sword Bone" by the ink painting, looked stagnant and didn't know what to say.

"This tower...this demon refining pot, have you ever been in it?" Mo Hua asked.

"No," Jian Gugu said in a solemn tone, "I don't know what's in it, and I'm a weapon refiner. I make swords every day, so I don't have the chance to enter the Demon Refining Pot."

"Okay," Mo Hua nodded, "Then let's go around."

Everything must be prioritized.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is too big, and I definitely won't be able to visit it all. In this case, don't add extraneous details.

"Lead the way." Mo Hua ordered again.

The sword bones stayed honest and continued to guide the ink painting.

After walking for a while, I came across a large number of alchemy rooms. At a rough estimate, there were probably dozens of them.

In every alchemy room, there is a bone alchemy furnace.

Many demon cultivators are refining evil elixirs inside.

Some of the demonic beast materials, especially the internal organs, were transported over just after being slaughtered, and while they were fresh and dripping with blood, they were refined into elixirs.

Mo Hua frowned, somewhat confused.

"Why are there so many alchemy rooms in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?"

"The more evil pills, the better. No amount is too much... After all, there are so many demon cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons." Jiangu Gu said.

Mo Hua nodded slightly and said strangely:

"What about refining weapons? You are the only one in this valley who refines weapons?"

Jian Gugu patiently explained: "Elixirs are consumables, evil weapons are durable goods, they are different..."

"Besides, most of the demon cultivators in this valley are demon cultivators. Demon cultivators rely more on their own minions than evil weapons to kill people. Only those demon cultivators who must use evil weapons to cast their demonic skills, or who are proficient in swordsmanship, are reduced to Only sword cultivators who are unwilling to give up after cultivating demons will use evil weapons.”

"So the consumption of evil weapons is far less than that of evil pills."

"Besides, I'm not the only evil weapon master in this valley. There were several before, but they couldn't endure it and one or two of them died."

"In the end I was the only one left..."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, and suddenly noticed something was wrong, "The other evil weapon masters weren't killed by you, were they?"

Jian Gugu smiled softly, "To be honest, young master, only one evil weapon master can survive in the valley longer. Once there are more, they will be worthless."

This sword bone is really not a good thing...

Mo Hua silently cursed in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, the ones who died were all evil weapon masters anyway.

Mo Hua asked again: "There is a weapon refining room and an alchemy room in this valley. Is there a place for drawing formations?"

Jian Gu Gu was startled, shook his head, and said through a message:

"I don't know about this. There are almost no formation masters among demon cultivators."

"No formation master?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Jian Gugu explained: "When a demon cultivates into the demon path, the physical body will become stronger due to the increase in demon power, but correspondingly, the spiritual consciousness will decline and the mind will become insane."

"The key to an formation master lies in his spiritual consciousness. Not only must his spiritual consciousness be strong, but he must also be sane."

"My consciousness has declined, I can't draw formations, my mind is unclear, and even the formation patterns will gradually be forgotten, so there are only a handful of formation masters in the demon cultivator..."

Jian Gugu's voice was low, "At least I have been living in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for hundreds of years, and I haven't seen a few formation masters."

"The only few who either couldn't adapt to the life of a demon cultivator died early, or they became a demon queen and lost their minds, gradually forgetting that they were formation masters..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Then where did the formations in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons come from?"

Jian Gu Gu was a little afraid to say.

Mo Hua held the hilt of the sword and smashed it on the ground several times.

Jiangu Gu was helpless and immediately said: "It's the leader."

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart, "Leader? Jindan realm demon cultivator?"

"No, it's not." Jian Gugu shook his head, "It's a foundation building, not a golden elixir. In this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, only three elders have golden elixirs."

"Why should a foundation builder be the leader?" Mo Hua was puzzled.

Sword Bones said in a serious voice: "Because the demon patterns on all the demon cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons were painted by the leader himself..."

Mo Hua frowned.

Were all the demon patterns on the demon cultivators painted on by this leader?

This means that this leader has mastered almost all types of four-elephant demon formations?

At the same time, he also mastered the Shinto formation?

Wouldn't that be...even more powerful than myself?

How can a foundation-building monk have such strong formation attainments?

Mo Hua doesn't believe it.

Of course, the main reason is dissatisfaction.

So far, he has not met any formation master in the same realm who is more powerful than himself.

"wrong…"

Mo Hua pondered for a while and quickly realized a problem. He frowned and said, "You said that all the demon patterns on the demon cultivators were painted by this 'leader'?"

"But this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons must have been built for at least hundreds of years."

"How could this leader live for so long if he was only in the foundation-building realm?"

Jian Gugu shook his head and said: "This...I don't know, the old man. The leader in the valley behaves mysteriously and unpredictablely. I have only seen him a few times in the valley for hundreds of years, and he was far away, so I didn't know him at all. His details."

"A little weird..."

Mo Hua muttered.

There must be some secret hidden in this "leader".

However, time is urgent now, so it is not advisable to get too entangled.

The top priority is other things...

Mo Hua didn't intend to stay in the alchemy room, because all the elixirs he was refining were evil pills, and even if he stole them, there would be no use in robbing them.

"Continue to lead the way." Mo Hua said, "Take me to see the Demon Refining Picture."

Sword Bones felt a little uneasy.

Especially since it is now in an "evil" state, for some reason, it is even more frightened of the Demon Refining Diagram.

It reminded: "That picture is very dangerous. It's best not to rush..."

Mo Hua asked: "How dangerous is it?"

Jian Gugu still wanted to speak, but suddenly he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the Demon Refining Chart was dangerous, but it might not be less dangerous if he "hijacked" his little ancestor.

Jian Gugu sighed.

That's all, it's not a good thing.

Just take him there.

It would be best if this evil little ancestor died in the Demon Refining Map, and he would be free.

When the time comes, finding another "sword slave" may not necessarily mean you can survive the desperate situation and leave this hellish place to see the light of day again.

From now on, no one will dare to call themselves "Sword Bones"!

Jian Gugu had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It's more dedicated.

In its eyes, the ink painting is like an evil ghost.

The Demon Refining Picture is purgatory.

Evil spirits will naturally go to purgatory.

What it has to do now is to take the "evil ghost" Mo Hua into the "purgatory" of the Demon Refining Map, so that it can have a chance to escape.

"Young Master, come with me. I am very familiar with this road. I will never go wrong."

Jian Gugu said.

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Afterwards, the sword bone led the way, and Mo Hua followed, passing through dozens of alchemy rooms, walking through several wide stone paths, avoiding many patrolling demon cultivators, and climbed up a cliff, raising his eyes to look forward.

On the mountain wall towering in the distance, a huge mural with dancing demons suddenly came into view.

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel shocked:

"This is...the Demon Refining Picture?!"

(End of chapter)

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