Asking about longevity

Promoted to Golden Elixir!

The magic weapon of your life!

Mo Hua took a deep breath.

In the eerie refining room, Ouyang Mu also looked shocked, then he shook his head and said:

"I'm only in the middle stage of foundation building, and I can't cast the sword bone of my natal magic weapon yet."

The old demon cultivator said calmly: "So I said, I will teach you, you watch from the side, just study hard."

When Ouyang Muzheng looked hesitant and didn't know what to do, Mo Hua wrote:

"Let him teach!"

This is a good opportunity.

Not only did Xiaomu learn how to refine weapons and cast sword bones, but he also overheard some tips on how to advance to golden elixirs and cast natal magic weapons.

This old demon cultivator seems to have something.

Ouyang Mu naturally followed Mo Hua's instructions.

Now that he has received guidance from Mo Hua, his acting skills have improved. He pretended to be troubled, as if he couldn't make up his mind. He hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed and said:

"Okay, I'll learn!"

The old demon cultivator was not surprised.

As a swordsmith, the opportunity to learn how to forge the natal sword bone was presented to me, and it was impossible to refuse.

How to nourish and refining the natal magic weapon is taught by every sect within the Qianxue Prefecture.

But how to forge the sword bone, use the sword bone as the core, and create the embryo of the natal magic weapon from scratch...

This is one of the top secrets of sword making.

Even those twelfth-rate sects that specialize in refining weapons will not teach these things to their outer sects.

"Do you know the origin of the natal magic weapon?" the old demon cultivator asked in a hoarse voice.

Ouyang Mu naturally knows this.

He is a Tai'amen disciple with a long tradition of sword-making, and a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. He has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he is already familiar with things like sword-making, golden elixirs, and magic weapons.

Ouyang Mu was about to nod when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw an ink painting on his sleeve saying:

"Say you don't know!"

Ouyang Mu came from a sword-making family, so he knew everything about magic weapons.

But ink painting is confusing.

Occasionally, within the sect, teachers give lessons that involve some knowledge of magic weapons, but they either think it is too early and will not say more;

Or they think that everyone here is a descendant of an aristocratic family, and they should all understand their family background, so they basically explain it in one sentence.

Mo Hua wanted to ask, but sometimes he couldn't.

Moreover, this old demon cultivator seems to know a lot, and he may be a little different from what is taught in the sect.

Now I just want this old demon cultivator to explain it to me.

Ouyang Mu looked slightly startled and confused.

Doesn’t everyone know these basic knowledge about magic weapons?

Why does Senior Brother Mo, who has "great supernatural powers" and "profound knowledge", let himself say that he doesn't know...

Ouyang Mu doesn't quite understand.

However, Senior Brother Mo always has a deep meaning in his actions, so he just does what he does.

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, and just when he was about to speak, he didn't know much about the magic weapon yet, when he saw the old demon cultivator snorted coldly.

"Those who are hesitant must be poor at studying and have no money in their stomachs..."

The old demon cultivator looked displeased, "I don't even know the basic knowledge of weapon refining. Tai Amen, I really sacrifice the fundamentals for the sake of inferiority. Each generation is worse than the last..."

Ouyang Mu was dissatisfied, but did not refute.

The old demon cultivator thinks so, so he doesn't have to explain himself.

The old demon cultivator glanced at Ouyang Mu again and snorted coldly, a bit like "I hate iron but not steel", "Since you are not good at learning, then I will teach you from beginning to end..."

"You must remember this."

Ouyang Mu nodded.

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping, also nodded.

The old demon cultivator coughed, as if he was too tired to stand for a long time, so he hunched over and found a stone chair to sit down on. He took out a white bone and rubbed it in his hand, and then slowly said:

"Any monk who wants to break through the golden elixir must first cast his natal magic weapon..."

"Before the breakthrough, prepare the embryo of the natal magic weapon in advance. When the golden elixir is broken through and the spiritual power crystallizes, the embryo of the magic weapon and the spiritual power of the elixir will be integrated."

"The spiritual power of the Qi Refining Realm is like Qi, the spiritual power of the Foundation Building Realm is like mercury, the spiritual power of the Golden Core Realm is crystallized..."

"Only the crystallized spiritual power can be completely integrated with the solidified magic weapon and become one with each other..."

"From now on, this magic weapon will belong to you alone. It can sense spiritual power and lives together. If you are strong, you will both be strong, and if you lose, you will both suffer."

"And the embryo of this natal magic weapon has many specialties..."

The old demon cultivator slowly straightened up and felt a little more comfortable, then continued:

"Most of the children of big aristocratic families use the best spiritual weapons inherited from the aristocratic families as the embryos of their natal magic weapons."

"This type of spiritual weapon has been passed down for a long time, and the gold, stone, and jade materials used are extremely valuable. The craftsmanship has reached the highest level and must be tempered thousands of times before it can be completed..."

"And it is in the same line with the martial arts and Taoism treasured by the family and is consistent with each other. It is a closely matching part of the family's inheritance system. It is the most excellent natal magic weapon embryo..."

"For middle-class families, the inherited spiritual weapons are inferior."

"Small families are worse, and even most small families don't have inherited spiritual weapons at all, so they can only use ordinary spiritual weapons to replace them."

"As for casual cultivators, there are only a few who can form elixirs, let alone talk about the quality of the natal magic weapon..."

The old demon cultivator sighed slightly, with complicated eyes, "This is the real 'inheritance barrier' between the aristocratic families. From the inheritance of the cultivation method to the monopoly of the cultivation resources, it is a tight fit."

"Even if small families, or even ordinary cultivators, can form elixirs, their inheritance and spiritual stone financial resources are insufficient, so they will definitely not be able to refine any natal magic weapon that can catch the eye."

"Even if you are lucky enough to refine a good embryo and develop a top-grade magic weapon, the inheritance is not systematic, and the skills and Taoism are not matched. Compared with the children of the aristocratic family, they are still far behind..."

"But if the natal magic weapon is not good, even if you can cultivate the golden elixir, you will still fall far behind others. You can hardly compare with the children of the famous families, let alone compete..."

Ouyang Mu nodded in understanding.

He comes from a noble family and doesn't have deep feelings about this kind of thing.

But Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

"The monastery has strict barriers..."

It's really not a lie.

It may not be visible on the surface, but the casual cultivators at the bottom will be bumped into these barriers every time they climb up, causing their heads to break and bleed.

The old demon cultivator continued: "This is the right way to cultivate your own magic weapon..."

"The demonic path, the corpse path, and the evil path are generally similar. They use the best evil artifacts inherited from the demonic path to warm and nourish the magical treasures of the demonic path."

"But beyond that, there are a lot of differences."

"After all, in this world, the paths of righteousness are all the same, while the paths of demons are full of variety."

"There are those who forge evil weapons, there are those who forge demon weapons, there are those who forge demon weapons..."

"Some people keep evil and evil weapons as pets in their bodies and feed them with their own flesh and blood..."

"There are also those who integrate the embryo of their natal evil weapon with themselves and regard it as a part of their body..."

"Beside this there is……"

The old demon cultivator paused for a moment and did not say any more. Instead, he said lightly: "...There are many more, with different methods, to name a few."

Ouyang Mu's face turned slightly pale when he heard these magical methods.

The old demon cultivator looked at him and said in a hoarse voice: "The way of evil weapons is profound and profound. I will teach you slowly."

"You may not get used to it at first, but slowly you will get used to it..."

"In this world, apart from one's own soul, flesh and blood, including other people's limbs and bones, they are all foreign objects and dead objects."

"The monster is dead, and it has materials that can be used to refine weapons."

"If a person dies, why can't he practice?"

"Next, you follow me and learn..."

After the old demon cultivator finished speaking, he took out a piece of forest-white spine, threw it into the blood pool, quenched the human blood, and baked it in the dark green fire. After the blood color melted into the bone marrow, he took it out. forging……

This process is cumbersome.

The ink painting can only be understood roughly.

Ouyang Mu followed suit. At the same time, he also remembered what Mo Hua said. He saw the old demon cultivator's weapon refining techniques in his eyes and remembered them in his heart. He chose the good ones and learned them and discarded the bad ones.

Mo Hua didn't let Ouyang Mu use some of the weird weapon refining methods.

Surprisingly, the old demon cultivator did not force him.

He did everything Ouyang Mu didn't want to do.

Only some leftover materials and processes that would not "dirty his hands" would be left to Ouyang Mu in silence.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

"This old thing is a bit weird..."

This was it until the end. Although the old demon cultivator had been "guiding" Ouyang Mu in refining evil weapons, he never really made it difficult for him.

After quenching the blood from the spine, Ouyang Mu returned to the prison.

Mo Hua also returned to his secret room.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, frowning in thought, because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have ignored the issue of the magic weapon for so long.

Ever since he entered Taixu Sect, he has been busy.

I have to catch criminals, earn merits, learn formations, hunt monsters, find ways to ward off evil spirits...etc., etc., I'm very busy.

Now that I thought about it, I realized that I still didn't know what magic weapon to use.

If you want to form an elixir, what should you use as your natal magic weapon?

Other disciples from the same sect were planned in advance by the family elders.

From one's own martial arts, the superior Taoist methods practiced, to the inherited spiritual weapons, and natal magic weapons, they are all inherited from the same line.

They don't need to think about it themselves, they just need to follow the clan practices or the instructions of their elders and follow the steps.

But I am different...

Mo Hua sighed.

He has no family heritage.

When I left home, my parents were just cultivating Qi, and I was the first one in the family of three to build a foundation. Where did the golden elixir inheritance come from.

As for the inheritance...

The ink paintings are somewhat sad.

The master has suffered a great calamity, and his life and death are uncertain now, and he has never mentioned what will happen after the golden elixir.

"Na Zi Ring?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he turned over the Nazi ring on his right thumb.

Unfortunately, there are no spiritual weapons or magic weapons that "suddenly appeared" in the Nazi Ring.

"Master didn't leave anything for me..."

Think about it, the master is not a god, and the Nazi Ring is not a treasure box, so how can he have whatever he wants.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while.

"Master didn't leave anything for me, nor did he tell me any relevant knowledge about Taoism, that is..."

"Want to test me?"

"Don't limit my choices and let me express myself freely?"

"Let me think and decide by myself, what is the most suitable magic weapon for me?"

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

Then he was a little embarrassed.

But if I am so poor, what can I use as my natal magic weapon?

Inherited spiritual weapon?

It's too expensive, and even if he has the inherited spiritual weapon, it doesn't match his own skills and Taoism, and he probably can't compare with his fellow geniuses.

Ordinary spiritual weapons, let alone them.

He was born quite different.

Also, I am now in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even if there is a top-grade spiritual weapon embryo, there is not much time to nurture it.

According to the old demon cultivator, the longer the embryo of the natal magic weapon is nurtured, the more compatible it is with one's own spiritual power. In the future, when it is refined into a magic weapon, it will be as powerful as an arm.

"Trouble..."

Mo Hua frowned, and suddenly an idea came to him.

He closed his eyes, sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, came to the Taoist stele, patted the Taoist stele with his hand, and asked quietly:

"Are you willing to be my natal magic weapon?"

The Taoist stele was silent as a mountain, and didn't care about him.

Mo Hua curled his lips, "Stingy guy, looking down on people..."

But it makes sense.

The Taoist stele is so mysterious and mysterious, it seems to contain some kind of avenue charm, even the evil gods are afraid of it, it is estimated that it has a great origin.

With such a great origin, even if it is given to him as a natal magic weapon, he dare not take it.

I don't have such a great fate.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua calmed down a lot and apologized to the Dao Monument:

"I'm sorry, I overstepped my authority."

The Dao Monument remained silent, but there was a slight tremor.

It seemed to be very satisfied with Mo Hua's "self-knowledge".

"The Dao Monument won't work either..."

Mo Hua sighed.

"Forget it, let's do this for now. I'll think about it slowly when I have time. Anyway, it's too late and there's no need to rush now."

Besides, his spiritual power and blood foundation were already inferior to others - especially because there were too many geniuses in the same sect, so he was not afraid of being inferior to this point.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt much better.

When the thought of giving up came up, he suddenly felt that the world was wide.

What's more, he was a spiritual consciousness proving the Tao, so he didn't have to force himself to follow these sect geniuses, "rolling" spiritual power, blood, spiritual tools and magic treasures, which were inherently inferior.

It's okay to make do with it, break through the realm, and form a golden elixir.

Mo Hua nodded.

He took out the Taixu Order again.

On the Taixu Order, there is a long paragraph of text sent by Elder Xun.

In the Wan Yao Valley, the Yuan magnetic signal is weak, so it took a long time to transmit these texts completely.

Mo Hua read it once and was a little shocked.

"The great power of virtuality and reality, the fusion of the present world and the divine mind..."

"The land of blood stream and bones is not a place where demons are really raised. The real secret is hidden in the depths."

"The entire Wan Yao Valley is a Shinto building with a large formation running through it..."

"In the Wan Yao Valley, there is a whole vein of extremely profound Shinto formation inheritance..."

...

This formation elder is a master!

I did see some clues of the formation in the Wan Yao Valley, but I didn't understand it thoroughly enough.

And there are some details that I didn't notice at all.

This is the difference in the formation vision and cognitive pattern brought by the realm of cultivation.

And...

A whole vein of extremely profound Shinto formation inheritance!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

The Shinto formation inheritance here may be more powerful than I thought.

The opportunity was rare, so Mo Hua sent a letter to Xun Ziyou and asked him some questions, such as "the power of the virtual and the real, the fusion of the present world and the divine thoughts, the formation pattern, the secrets of the divine formation", etc.

After reading it, Xun Ziyou felt numb.

"How can a disciple who has just established his foundation ask these questions about the formation..."

Xun Ziyou complained in his heart, but he couldn't answer them, so he went to ask Xun Zixian.

Xun Zixian's eyes lit up when he heard these questions, and he answered them one by one.

Xun Ziyou relayed them to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua asked again, and Xun Ziyou had no choice but to ask Xun Zixian. Finally, Xun Zixian became impatient and stretched out his hand and said:

"Give me your Taixu Order."

Xun Ziyou reluctantly gave his elder token to Xun Zixian.

After that, Xun Zixian chatted with Mo Hua for a while.

The two exchanged opinions on the formation issues, and they talked happily, leaving Xun Ziyou aside and completely forgetting about him.

Xun Zixian was no longer the irritating look of "I don't want to play the lute to a cow", but was very interested and talkative.

Xun Ziyou sighed helplessly.

Finally, the two finished talking.

Xun Zixian returned the Taixu Elder Order to Xun Ziyou, and sighed, "He is an excellent seedling, and his future in formation is limitless..."

After that, he looked at the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley again, his expression solemn, "This child must not be lost in the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley."

Xun Ziyou silently rolled his eyes at him, thinking nonsense, do you need to say this?

Then he sighed again.

This has been a stalemate for several days, but I don't know when there will be a turnaround.

...

In the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley, Mo Hua chatted with Elder Xun Zixian for a while and benefited a lot.

Although Elder Xun Zixian's attainments in formations are far inferior to Mr. Xun, he also has unique understanding of formations, as well as some experience and knowledge of formations.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, as expected, there must be a teacher among three people.

Don't underestimate any formation master, be humble, think more, learn more and ask more questions.

In addition, there are some speculations about the "Shendao formation" in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley provided by Elder Xun Zixian.

After a conversation, Mo Hua had some clues in his mind, but it was not sure for the time being...

The next day, in the evil weapon room of the Ten Thousand Demon Prison.

As an old demon cultivator of the evil weapon, Ouyang Mu was still teaching Ouyang Mu to refine sword bones and forge evil swords.

Ouyang Mu stood between the blood pool and the bone furnace, and also honestly refined the sword.

Outside the evil weapon room, Jin Gui's eyes were like a venomous snake. He peeked for a while and saw that Ouyang Mu had never been lazy, and was indeed forging the evil sword bit by bit, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Once Ouyang Mu enters the demon path and becomes an evil swordsman, everything will be easy..."

Jin Gui turned around and left without saying anything.

But what he didn't know was that, on the surface, Ouyang Mu did participate in the whole process.

But in fact, he had never tried the real evil refining process.

It was because of the "smooth avoidance" taught by Mo Hua, and also because the old demon cultivator turned a blind eye.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, so he sent a letter to Ouyang Mu:

"Ask this old thing what his relationship with the Ouyang family is."

Ouyang Mu was startled, nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the old demon cultivator: "Old Dong..."

Influenced by Mo Hua, he almost said the three words "old thing".

Ouyang Mu coughed, changed his title, and whispered:

"Old senior, do you have any connection with our Ouyang family?"

The old demon cultivator was shocked and stopped his movements, with a strong sense of hostility and unwillingness.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly condensed.

The surroundings were silent, only the sinister green fire was burning, creaking, and making a depressing sound.

Ouyang Mu swallowed his saliva, lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at his sleeves, and then stammered:

"You... don't want to say it, forget it..."

The old demon cultivator suddenly turned his head, and looked at Ouyang Mu with turbid eyes, his expression was melancholy, and mixed with very complicated emotions.

Finally, he sighed.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if I tell you..."

Ouyang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put down the bones in his hand.

The old demon cultivator said: "Don't stop."

"Oh..."

Ouyang Mu was startled, and then continued to refine the bones in the fire.

The old demon cultivator sat there with a dull sigh, and finally spoke slowly:

"It's a long story..."

"You're right, I do... have some connection with the Ouyang family, and I was indeed..."

Speaking of this, the old demon cultivator seemed to find it difficult to speak, but finally gritted his teeth and said:

"...I am a disciple of the Ouyang family!"

Ouyang Mu's expression changed.

Disciple of the Ouyang family!

As expected!

He was shocked and angry afterwards.

The Ouyang family, a dignified Tai'a clan, had people captured by demon cultivators hundreds of years ago and imprisoned in this dark prison, where they were forced to help the "demons" to commit atrocities and refine bloody evil swords for these brutal demon cultivators.