Asking about longevity

Ink painting is ready to officially draw the Sinanzi Mother Formation.

He went to Master Chen and refined a simple compass and dozens of stone needles.

There is only one main formation of Sinan's son and his mother, and it is drawn on the compass. There can be many sub-arrays, which are drawn on stone needles.

There is no connection between the sub-arrays, they only interact with the parent array. It seems that there are many sub-formations, but in fact there are still only one pair of single formations controlled by the formation hub.

Therefore, the Sinan Child-Matrix Formation can only be regarded as a complex formation containing two single formations.

After drawing with ink for a long time, the formation was completed.

Then I was ready to try the effect.

Mo Hua entered Dahei Mountain, laid out traps and formations, and inserted stone needles more than ten feet away. Dahu and the others were asked to watch nearby, while Mo Hua himself took the Sinan Mother Formation and ran far away.

After walking for more than half an hour, Mo Hua stopped, then found a place to squat in the grass, staring at the compass in his hand.

Mo Hua waited and waited until he became a little sleepy.

At this time, a point on the compass suddenly lit up.

The lighted point corresponds to the stone needle inserted into the ink painting.

Mo Hua perked up and ran back immediately.

When he arrived, the monster beast had also been killed by Dahu and the other three, and was lying on the ground with its blood still wet.

Mo Hua stepped forward and put his fingers on the demon beast's heart veins. He found that the demon beast's blood was still alive and could be affected by his spiritual consciousness, so he took out the jade bottle and activated the blood drawing technique to draw the demon blood.

After about eight or nine bottles of blood were released, Mo Hua stopped.

He ran to the stone needle again and took a look. The stone needle was also safe and undamaged, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Ink painting, are you ready?"

"Well, that's it!"

Dahu and the others didn't know what Mo Hua was tinkering with while holding a compass, but they guessed it had something to do with the formation.

They didn't understand the formation, so they didn't ask, but when they saw that Mo Hua's matter was successfully completed, they couldn't help but laugh.

As usual, several people skinned and deboned the blooded monster and put it into a storage bag.

The spiritual stones sold were sent to the ink painter's house in the evening.

Mo Hua and Dahu waved goodbye and continued walking in Daheishan, placing stone needles depicting the Sinan Formation.

The places where stone needles are placed are mostly intersections, mountain paths, and forests that monsters or monster hunters must pass through. They are also suitable places for placing traps.

It took Ink Painting three or four days to place all the dozens of stone needles.

Now the outer mountain is basically under the control of Mo Hua.

Not to mention the slightest sign of trouble, but at least once there is a battle between monks or monsters fighting, causing fluctuations in spiritual power, Mo Hua will be able to know it immediately when he looks at the compass.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua ran around in the mountains with a compass in hand and was very busy.

When the dot on the compass lights up, it means there is a battle.

Most of them were caused by the explosion of the underground fire array and the waves caused by the novice demon hunters encircling and suppressing the demonic beasts.

When Mo Hua arrived there, the battle was almost over. He waited for a while until the monster died, and then he could go up and bleed it.

There are also some other monster hunters who are surrounding and killing the monsters.

Logically speaking, a team of demon hunters would not allow others to get their hands on the prey.

But ink painting is the kind of acquaintance, very familiar.

Most of the demon hunters have asked Mo Hua to draw formations and have received favors from them. Although some have not asked Mo Hua to do so, they still want to have some friendship with Mo Hua so that they can ask for help if there is a need for formations in the future.

Therefore, most monster hunting teams don't mind Mo Hua bleeding some of the monsters they kill.

They don't have any use for the demon blood anyway.

Others are the fluctuations caused by the demonic beasts fighting each other and the impact of demonic power.

Monsters and beasts will fight each other when courting, looking for food, hunting, and fighting for the chassis.

Monsters and beasts are fighting each other, and approaching them rashly is too risky.

Ink paintings can only be viewed from a distance to gain insights, observe the habits or characteristics of monsters, and record some of the monsters' special abilities or angry states.

As far as the monks in the Qi refining stage are concerned, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is already very strong. If he observes from a distance, or even uses his spiritual consciousness to peek at the state of demonic power in the meridians of monsters, they will not be noticed by the monsters.

In this way, the cultivation of ink painting gradually grew, and gradually touched the barrier of the sixth level of Qi refining.

He has accumulated more and more demon blood, with hundreds of bottles in total.

Mo Hua is fully prepared, thinking that after his realm is broken through, he can attack the Nine Patterns and First Grade Formation Master.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua practiced and learned formations with peace of mind.

A few days later, it was evening, and Mo Hua and Liu Ruhua were at home, waiting for Mo Shan to come home for dinner.

Suddenly it started raining heavily for half an hour.

After the rain, Mo Shan came back, but with a serious look on his face. He ate a few bites of rice casually, brought some dry food, and then went out again.

Mo Hua couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what happened?"

Mo Shan didn't want to say it at first, but thinking that Mo Hua could survive alone in Dahei Mountain and was no longer the frail child he was when he was a child, he said solemnly:

"Old Zhao is missing."

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Is he that Uncle Zhao who is of medium height, has thick eyebrows, and knows the mountain-splitting palm technique?"

Mo Shan was stunned, "Do you know him?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

When he asked Uncle Yu to borrow someone that day, Uncle Yu called him "Old Zhao" and asked him to look after him, the late-stage Qi-refining monk.

Mo Shan nodded and said: "Not bad."

"Where is it missing?"

"Big Black Mountain."

"I'll go take a look too."

Mo Shan was just about to refuse, but after thinking about it, he said, "Follow me and don't get separated."

"Um."

Liu Ruhua prepared some food and asked the father and son to take it with them. He warned with a worried look on his face: "Be careful on the road."

When Mo Shan went out with Mo Hua, he did not go directly to Dahei Mountain, but went to Elder Yu's house first.

Elder Yu's home is more spacious, but the furnishings are relatively simple. There are many demon hunters standing in the house.

Elder Yu glanced at Mo Shan and saw the ink painting next to Mo Shan. He was slightly surprised, but he still nodded to the ink painting and showed a kind smile.

After that, he said in a solemn tone: "Old Zhao is missing. I have asked Chengyi to lead people to look for him, but there is no news so far."

"Could it be that he was just stuck on the mountain due to the heavy rain? He found a camp to hide in and will go down the mountain at dawn tomorrow." A demon hunter speculated.

Elder Yu shook his head and said, "Old Zhao's wife came here and said that her husband was missing."

Elder Yu explained the matter.

Lao Zhao's wife is pregnant and has been pregnant for five or six months.

Lao Zhao learned from the alchemist that there was an herb called Atractylodes ginseng, which could nourish qi and stabilize the fetus. He found a plant from the mountain, picked it, and prepared to go down the mountain to bring it to his wife.

But the monsters he hunted that day were a bit tricky, and he was delayed for some time. Later, when he went down the mountain, he found that his storage bag was torn and the Atractylodes ginseng was lost.

Old Zhao guessed that he had lost it while fighting a monster, so he told his wife to go into the mountains to look for it and come back soon.

As soon as Lao Zhao entered the mountain, it started raining heavily. After the rain stopped, he still didn't come back.

Originally, it was normal for the demon hunter to stay overnight in the mountains because of something else.

But Lao Zhao's wife felt an inexplicable panic and palpitations, as if she would never see her husband again.

She couldn't explain this kind of heart palpitations, but it was extremely strong. In desperation, she had no choice but to go to Elder Yu and ask him to have someone search for her in the mountains.

Elder Yu sighed, "Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst. It's better for everyone to be a little tired than if Old Zhao loses his life. Otherwise, how will the orphans and widows be left behind?"