Asking about longevity

The sun sets and night falls.

The Yao Lian Mountain fades away from the sunset glow, and the daytime clarity is gone, becoming deep and depressing.

The night wind is cold, insects and snakes are swimming on the ground, and there are occasional demon beasts roaring. Who knows what dangers are hidden in the dark night.

Fortunately, Xun Ziyou is in the late Jindan stage.

Mo Hua follows him and there is no risk along the way.

The two of them use their skills and take advantage of the cover of the night to come to the depths of the dense forest, where the blood stream gurgles and the bones form a beach.

It was just the time of Xu at this time, and the moonlight was like ice, sprinkling on the beach of bones, penetrating an inexplicable cold.

But there was still no trace of demon cultivators nearby.

The two waited nearby.

Until the time of Hai, suddenly the demon wind rose, and the strong smell of blood spread.

Mo Hua, squatting on the tree, looked down and saw gloomy black shadows appearing in the dense forest covered by the Shinto formation.

These shadows, wrapped in black robes, looked like humans or demons, standing on two feet or crawling on all fours, walked out of the darkness of the dense forest and gathered one after another on the edge of the bone beach.

When the cold moonlight shone, one or two of them looked like evil ghosts crawling out of purgatory, which made people shudder.

After a while, another group of demon cultivators came.

These demon cultivators were dragging, carrying, or carrying bloody corpses or limbs of demon beasts.

These demon beasts seemed to have just been hunted.

They threw these demon beasts on the bone beach.

A group of demon cultivators began to gnaw the flesh and blood of these demon beasts in the stream.

The scene was very bloody for a while.

Xun Ziyou felt a little uncomfortable and turned to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked normal, as if he had expected this scene, or had long been accustomed to it.

Xun Ziyou was a little unbelievable.

This child...how can he be so calm?

Could it be that he has seen a more bloody and cruel scene, or a more "demon-like" scene?

What has he experienced at such a young age?

Xun Ziyou was surprised when he suddenly found that Taixu Order had moved. He sank his consciousness and saw Mo Hua sending him a message:

"Elder Xun, let's go to another place to eavesdrop."

Xun Ziyou was startled. When he looked up, he saw Mo Hua gave him a look and nodded to the other side.

There was a taller tree on the other side.

There were three demon cultivators under the tree. They seemed to have eaten and drunk enough. They had faded from demonization and turned into human form. They were wrapped in black robes and gathered together, talking about something.

Xun Ziyou was a little stunned.

This kid probably didn't eavesdrop for the first time.

From the looks of it, he must be an "old hand" in eavesdropping...

Xun Ziyou sighed and nodded.

The two of them moved lightly from the treetops on this side to the branches on the other side.

As soon as they landed, a hoarse voice came from below.

"It tastes bad..."

"The meat of monsters is too bitter, dry like firewood, and too hard to chew."

A monster cultivator was still chewing something in his mouth, and his voice was as low as a beast, "It would be better to have human flesh to eat, human flesh is tender..."

"Dream on your mother's dream, this monster mountain is full of sect disciples, how can we eat it?"

"It's not that we can't eat it, we just need to do it secretly... I have found a loophole before, a disciple from an unknown sect got lost in the mountains, I took the opportunity to kill him, tore him into pieces and ate him alive, the skin and flesh are indeed much more delicious than monsters, but Bones are also much crispier..."

A demon cultivator rebuked: "Young Master said, keep a low profile, so don't cause any trouble."

"It's okay, there's no one around, and no one knows how he died."

Amid the noise, another voice said:

"What a pity, it would be better if there were female disciples, female disciples are more tender..."

A demon cultivator couldn't help but curse: "Fuck you, do you want to eat it?"

A gloomy and piercing laugh sounded, "Play to death first, then eat it, it's the same..."

Xun Ziyou heard the words, and murderous intent spread in his heart in an instant.

Mo Hua immediately pulled his sleeve.

Xun Ziyou paused, then gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.

The demon cultivators below were still chatting in a low voice.

"Yes, I live in the mountains every day, eating monster meat, drinking monster blood, and living like monsters. I almost forgot that I am a human..."

"...I have been trapped here for too long. If I don't vent and find some humanity, I will really be like those monsters."

"It's useless."

A monster cultivator sneered, "Since you start practicing monster skills, your humanity will begin to disappear. It's useless."

"Play with women?" He snorted, "It won't be long before no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will be nothing more than a piece of raw meat in your eyes."

"What you think in your mind is how to skin her alive and eat her. Have any other desires. "

A demon cultivator next to him scolded him, "You are too deeply possessed by the devil."

"What a fucking bummer..."

"Don't pay attention to him, he has been cultivating demons for a hundred years, and he has long forgotten how to write the word "human". "

The original demon cultivator sneered and said indifferently:

"When you have cultivated for a hundred years, you will know that what I said is right."

"Humans are just a kind of demon beasts. What man or woman, beautiful or ugly, are just a piece of rotten meat. As long as they can eat it, they don't care at all..."

Then these demon cultivators talked about this issue for a while.

After that, several other demon cultivators gathered around.

The number of people increased, and the words became more and more mixed.

Mo Hua felt a little confused when he listened.

After an unknown period of time, a demon cultivator finally mentioned a word that Mo Hua cared about.

"Ten Thousand Demons Valley..."

A young demon cultivator said with a heavy emotion in his voice, as if he had not been transformed into a demon and his humanity had not been lost:

"In two days, you will enter the Ten Thousand Demon Valley. You can't go out to 'hunt' in a year."

"If you behave well in there, you will be let out in advance to get some fresh air."

"That being said, the valley is too dull, fishy and smelly, and every day feels like a year."

"Okay," a demon cultivator said impatiently, "Stop complaining and talk less about the things in the valley."

"'Young Master' gave us demon magic and demon patterns, and we must also do our best to serve you."

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping on the tree, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Young Master again?

Which young master is this?

And it's a bit strange...

After these words were spoken, the other demon cultivators were obviously a little cold.

There were even a few demon cultivators who were silent and looked normal, but Mo Hua seemed to sense a trace of anger and unwillingness from their consciousness...

"Something's wrong..."

Mo Hua's eyes froze.

After that, the scene was a little dull for a while, until a few more demon cultivators came over and started talking again.

But these conversations were vague and intermittent.

Mo Hua listened for a long time, and finally pieced together some key information from a few words, guessing and guessing:

There is a Ten Thousand Demon Valley in the land of blood stream bones.

This Ten Thousand Demon Valley is the home of all demon cultivators.

The valley entrance is closed all year round and is strictly guarded. It is opened once a month.

There are many demon cultivators in the valley, and they go out in batches to "hunt in the wild" - that is, poach demon beasts in the Demon Refining Mountain.

The poached demon beasts will be dealt with separately according to their species.

Either they were eaten alive as "food" for the demon cultivators, and the stripped bones were thrown into the White Bone Beach to be used for the formation;

Or they were captured alive and sent to the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, for unknown purposes...

And the White Bone Beach did have an evil formation drawn on it.

Mo Hua did not overhear the answer to what the evil formation was.

Most of these demon cultivators were formation blind. Even if they had some attainments in formation before, they must have eaten so much raw demon meat as demon cultivators, and their brains must have been damaged. There were probably only a few left who could think normally.

It was probably not realistic to expect them to hear the details of the formation that they themselves could not understand.

But Mo Hua did hear some clues.

According to a demon cultivator, his voice was solemn:

"Unless on the 16th of every month, when the moon is full, the Ten Thousand Demons Valley opens, and the White Bone Road appears, no one, no demon, can enter the depths of the Blood River, and cannot enter the mouth of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley..."

"Once this taboo is violated, rashly stepping into the land of bones and the depths of the Blood River, you will be cursed, lose your mind, and die of madness..."

The demon cultivator was talking nonsense.

Mo Hua was also confused, but based on these words and his own experience in cultivation, he could probably guess that the means deployed in the land of bones were probably evil formations related to evil spirits.

As for what kind of evil formation it was...

I am a regular formation master, and I don't take crooked paths, so I can't say for a while.

It was already the hour of Hai.

The Blood River was stinking, and the bones were eerie.

Above my head was the cold moonlight.

Mo Hua looked up, following the gurgling blood stream, and looked into the distance. As expected, he found a sinister, bloody and deep aura in the distance, like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness.

"Ten Thousand Demons Valley..."

All the secrets should be hidden in it.

But the question now is, how to enter the Ten Thousand Demons Valley?

Or, without considering how to enter, just let Elder Xun call people, start from the outside, and start killing directly?

Mo Hua frowned and thought.

At this time, two demon cultivators sneaked away from the "crowd" and walked into the dense forest.

Mo Hua was slightly startled, and then glanced at Xun Ziyou.

Xun Ziyou obviously noticed it too.

The two of them looked at each other, nodded in understanding, and then set off together, shuttled through the forest, and quietly followed the two sinners.

Xun Ziyou was a Jindan cultivator, and it was naturally easy for him to follow two foundation-building demon cultivators.

But when he looked back, he found that Mo Hua, who was only in the middle stage of foundation building, was also very familiar with this kind of thing, leaving no trace and making no sound. His light figure seemed to blend into the night.

Even if he didn't pay attention, he almost ignored him.

Xun Ziyou was slightly surprised, and immediately felt certain.

This well-behaved child must have done a lot of "bad things"...

However, Mo Hua was so skilled that he could keep up with his pace, so Xun Ziyou was relieved.

The two demon cultivators left the demon group and walked farther and farther. They didn't say a word along the way until they were "no one around", and then they whispered to each other.

"...Is this really okay?"

"What's wrong with that? Do you want to stay in that disgusting valley for the rest of your life?"

"But..."

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements..."

One of the tall demon cultivators lowered his voice and said hoarsely:

"I was born in Yanshui City. The disciple of the Jin family who is in charge of us has some connection with my father's generation. He will turn a blind eye..."

"As long as we fake our death, we can escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Someone in the valley will cover for us."

The other younger demon cultivator was still a little hesitant.

The tall demon cultivator said: "Think about it, as long as we go out, with our abilities, we can just find a gangster from the demon sect, we can have food and women, we don't have to live like animals in this mountain, wouldn't it be free and easy?"

The young demon cultivator was indeed tempted.

He had just practiced demon skills not long ago.

Not long ago, he was a genius disciple who was highly anticipated by his family. He originally thought that he could occupy a place among the disciples of the sect through his own efforts.

He wanted to prove that he was not much worse than those real geniuses who came from great families.

But somehow he had fallen to this point.

To his parents and family, he was already "dead".

But in the Demon Refining Mountain, he is still alive, living as if he is neither a human nor a ghost, like a shady monster.

Even thinking about it now, he was a little confused.

He didn't even know how he had fallen to this point step by step...

It's like a "nightmare" that comes suddenly but never wakes up.

He changed from a human being to a demon that drinks blood.

And one wrong step can never be undone.

"Since it is irreversible, we must first find a way to get out of this sea of ​​suffering..."

The young demon cultivated his heart, and then his tone became somewhat sincere, "Brother Zhao, please help me. From now on, I will only follow your lead. Whatever you say, I will do."

The tall demon cultivator was very satisfied.

"It's just..." the young demon cultivator asked in a low voice, "How on earth are we going to get out?"

Mo Hua was also very confused.

Demon Refining Mountain is closed.

These demon cultivators are trapped in the mountain with demonic aura. How can they leave from the mountain gate?

The tall demon cultivator's voice was extremely low.

"I'm telling you this secretly, and you must never let it out..."

The young demon cultivator looked solemn and leaned in. Their voices were almost inaudible.

Mo Hua lay on the big tree and leaned down habitually, wanting to get closer and listen to what they were talking about.

But as soon as he reached halfway, he heard the tall demon cultivator shout sharply:

"who?!"

Mo Hua was shocked.

"Discovered?"

No...

Since the qualitative change of his spiritual consciousness, his spiritual thoughts have become stronger and stronger, and he has learned the Little Five Elements Concealment Technique. His concealment method is exquisite, and his tracking experience has become more and more abundant.

Keep an eye on each one accurately.

It has never been discovered by anyone.

This demon cultivator’s perception is so sharp?

Mo Hua was immediately on alert, preparing to take action to contain the demon cultivator, and then hid behind Elder Xun and asked Elder Xun to solve this problem for him.

But before he could stand up, the tall demon cultivator pointed his finger.

But what he was pointing at was not the ink painting, but pointing in an empty direction behind the young demon cultivator, and said with a solemn expression:

"Someone!"

The young demon cultivator, indeed young and defenseless, turned around and looked in the direction of the tall demon cultivator's finger.

The moment he turned around, he realized something.

But it's too late.

The ink painting could clearly see a flash of scarlet blood in the dark night.

The tall demonic cultivator's palms transformed into sharp claws, condensing the demonic power to the extreme, and then carrying the fishy wind, it instantly penetrated through the young demonic cultivator's back.

His chest was penetrated and his heart was torn into pieces. The young demon cultivator looked horrified, and then boundless anger surged up.

He wanted to take revenge on that tall demon cultivator.

Even if it means death, a piece of flesh must be torn off.

But he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, so he was no match at all.

After only struggling for a few rounds, his arms were broken and his lower abdomen was pierced by the tall demon cultivator. He fell to the ground bloody, completely dead.

The tall demon cultivator licked the blood on his arm, glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, and said sarcastically:

"Don't even look at it, what kind of thing are you?"

"Although you are also from a family background, are you worthy of comparing with those truly talented young men?"

"You dare to look down on anyone."

"Yes, your talent is pretty good, but so what?"

"He is arrogant but has no brains. He doesn't know how to bow his head when meeting someone he cannot reach."

"Who will die if you don't die?"

The young demon cultivator died coldly on the ground with his eyes wide open and refused to rest in peace.

The tall demon cultivator began to peel off the black robe on his body, "Kill you and use you as a cushion so that I can get out."

As he said that, he smiled gloomily, "Don't blame my brother for being unfaithful. Although you are dead, I am still alive."

"My life lasts only more than three hundred years. After I go out, I will enjoy these three hundred years of happiness for you. After enjoying it, my brother will go down and make amends to you."

"And you, don't die with your eyes open..."

He reached out and wanted to close the young demon cultivator's eyes, but he couldn't close them several times.

"Damn it, if you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined."

The tall demon cultivator became angry and tore the two eyes of the young demon cultivator until they were bloody and bloody.

Blood flowed down his eyes, like tears of blood.

"What a damn bad luck!"

The tall demon cultivator snorted coldly and spat. As soon as he turned around, he saw an irresistible white sword light passing through the dark night.

His entire arm was cut off like mud.

Demon blood spurted out.

A confused look appeared on his face.

Before he could react, another sword light flashed through, breaking one of his legs.

The tall demon cultivator immediately knelt down on the ground, looking horrified. Just as he was about to get up with all his strength, a slender cultivator appeared in front of him.

Xun Ziyou, whose face was as dark as water and whose eyes were filled with anger, pointed a little.

A huge golden elixir sword energy containing sword intent surged forward, twisting the tall demon cultivator into bruises all over his body.

The pressure of the sword energy suppressed the demon cultivator to the ground.

The demon cultivator couldn't stand up, his face was ashen, and he had lost his will to resist.

Xun Ziyou didn't try his best, but in less than three rounds, he still completely suppressed the tall demon cultivator.

Mo Hua nodded with great satisfaction.

My "bodyguard" is really awesome.

"Tell me!" Xunzi asked in a deep voice, his face as cold as frost, "What is your identity?"

"Who is the young master you are talking about?"

"How do you plan to leave Demon Refining Mountain?"

But the demon cultivator grinned, revealing a mouth full of blood, but did not answer.

Mo Hua frowned, then suddenly looked serious and said:

"He's passing a message!"

Before Mo Hua finished speaking, Xun Ziyou immediately realized it. With a swipe of his finger, a bright white sword light emerged.

The other arm of the tall demon cultivator was also broken off.

Severe pain came, and the demon cultivator couldn't help but roar, but before he could roar, Xun Ziyou used the spiritual power of the golden elixir to forcefully lock his throat.

Mo Hua took his white fingers and picked out a token soaked in blood from a pool of blood.

It's a summons.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

nice one!

On the other side, Xun Ziyou's eyes were like swords, and he was still asking the demon cultivator, "Whose order are you following?"

"Who taught you the demon cultivator's skills?"

The tall demon cultivator sneered to himself, his mouth full of blood, but said nothing.

Mo Hua saw this and said:

"Kill him, he won't tell."

Xunzi was stunned for a moment and looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression.

How come this kid is more decisive in killing than me...

This was just a face-to-face meeting. I had just asked a few questions, but without waiting for the other person to answer, he just said "Kill him"...

Mo Hua said: "The demon cultivator has a very harsh mouth. Moreover, he is like this. It makes no difference whether he is alive or dead. He will definitely not talk about it."

Xun Ziyou also felt that it made sense, but he was still a little hesitant.

Mo Hua shook the "message order" in his hand and said, "Just ask this."

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a moment, then understood and nodded.

On the other side, the tall demon cultivator heard a clear voice saying that he was going to kill him. He couldn't help but struggle to raise his head and glared at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked at him happily and without fear, and said with a smile:

"You just said that after your 'brother' has enjoyed three hundred years of happiness, you can go down and make amends to the 'brother' you just killed."

"Three hundred years is too long..."

"Why don't you just take it one step at a time and go directly to apologize!"

The demon cultivator's pupils widened and he looked at the ink painting with resentment.

But before he could say anything, a ray of sword light passed by, and the tall demon cultivator was killed on the spot with his head missing.