Asking about longevity

It's off the mark.

How could he, a swordsmith, know how to draw formations?

If it were just a sword formation, why would he be painting a nearly lost Shinto formation pattern?

How did he learn it?

Is the Shinto formation so worthless?

Mo Hua was full of doubts for a moment.

He squinted his eyes again and stared at the sneaky old demon cultivator, especially the formation patterns he drew for a while, with a slightly solemn look on his face.

This old thing is tracing the same pattern over and over again.

In other words, he may only have this formation pattern.

But this formation pattern is incredible.

It is different from the gate-type Shinto formations that I got at the well entrance of the small fishing village and the river temple.

It is also different from the mist-like Shinto formation that I calculated in the dense forest of monsters.

It is a brand new Shinto formation pattern.

I have never seen it before.

"Could this be what Elder Xun Zixian said, one of the complete Shinto formation systems in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?"

Mo Hua frowned.

But what is the use of this array pattern?

What was the purpose of painting this Shinto formation pattern on his natal sword bone?

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

"This old liar probably has a lot of secrets..."

…

Sword-making continues.

When Ouyang Mu was not paying attention, the old demon cultivator drew the Shinto formation pattern on the sword bone, and then covered the Shinto formation pattern with blood. After that, he continued to smelt the sword bone with a very complicated process as if nothing had happened. .

Ouyang Mu also tempered the fine iron, turned around, and continued to learn sword-making from the old demon.

Everything is business as usual for the old demon cultivator.

Ouyang Mu had no idea what the old demon cultivator had done behind his back.

After that, there was a series of complicated sword-making processes. After about a few hours, the old demon cultivator said:

"It's okay today, come back tomorrow."

"Okay, old timer."

Ouyang Mu stood and started practicing. After practicing for several hours, he felt a little tired. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded:

"Then I'll take my leave now, junior."

After Ouyang Mu left.

The old demon cultivator took out his natal sword bone, gently stroked the Shinto formations on the sword bone with his scarlet palm covered with blood tumors, and murmured softly in an inaudible hoarse voice:

"My life... depends entirely on you..."

Then he seemed to have run out of energy, so he hugged the sword bone and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hua looked at the sword bone and found that the length of the sword bone was almost exactly the same as the old demon cultivator's spine. He looked at it slightly coldly.

He thought for a moment and left quietly.

…

When they arrived at the prison, Mo Hua told Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao about the old demon cultivator.

Ouyang Mu was a little shocked, "Array pattern?"

Mo Hua nodded.

"Is it a sword pattern?"

"No, it's a very special type of Shinto formation pattern. I've never seen it before, so I don't know what its use is."

Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao both frowned.

Linghuxiao thought for a while and then said: "So, this old demon cultivator's plot must be related to this sword bone."

"Isn't he...forging a natal sword embryo for himself?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It's possible..."

He had also guessed this before, but after all, there was no evidence and it was not easy to conclude.

"But," Mo Hua frowned, "Using one's own spine to cast the natal sword bone, what kind of sword-making method is this?"

Linghu smiled and shook his head.

Then both of them looked at Ouyang Mu.

Among the few, only Ouyang Mu has the most exquisite sword-making skills and extensive knowledge of weapon refining.

Ouyang Mu said solemnly:

"I don't know the specifics, but in the family, there are similar records in some miscellaneous rumors about weapon-making in Taoism. This is a sword-making method that uses the body to feed the sword and combines the human and the weapon into one."

"It's just that this kind of sword-making method, when broken down, has many branches, and even the degree of good and evil is also different. Some are only bloody, hurting oneself but not others, and some are extremely evil and need to cause huge killings. evil……"

"This old man... this old man used his own 'spine' to forge a sword. What path he took and what method he used, I can't tell now."

Ouyang Mu shook his head.

Linghuxiao frowned and thought for a moment, "I have a question..."

He turned his head, looked at Mo Hua and the others, and said slowly:

"Using one's own spine to cast the natal sword bone must be used to refine the natal evil sword. I'm afraid this old demon cultivator wants to take this opportunity to form a golden elixir in this Ten Thousand Demon Prison?"

Ouyang Mu was startled and nodded repeatedly, "This old guy said that once the demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison form elixirs, they can leave the valley and work for the 'Master' outside. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and they are much more comfortable than in this valley. ”

"Moreover, after forming the elixir, his lifespan will increase. He can live for many more years, which is equivalent to changing his destiny against the will of heaven..."

Mo Hua nodded slowly, but then his eyes narrowed, "But, can he survive until that time?"

Ouyang Mu and Linghu smiled thoughtfully.

Mo Hua continued: "The old demon cultivator had his spine whipped. His body was stooped and he kept coughing up blood. Occasionally, he would sit alone in the evil weapon room and stuff a lot of pills into his mouth."

"Moreover, I can clearly feel that the death energy on his body is getting heavier and heavier..."

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "It takes a lot of time to cast the natal sword bone and refine the natal evil sword. I'm afraid he will die before the sword is finished."

Ouyang Mu nodded, "That's true..."

Although this old demon cultivator has a good plan, his life is short, so why is he messing around?

Ouyang Mu frowned and thought for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, but he was suddenly startled:

"Senior Brother Mo, there is another possibility."

Mo Hua was startled, "What's possible?"

"It's just..." Ouyang Mu's face turned pale, "His sword bone has actually been cast! He taught me how to forge the sword, but he was actually just pretending..."

Ouyang Mu thought about it again, nodded and said:

"Yes, these days, he taught me how to make swords. On the surface, it was for my own good. I was not allowed to use the bloody and evil sword-making methods. In fact, it was because I didn't need to do it at all. His spine, It’s already a forged sword bone!”

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "Then the reason why he forged the sword bone and did not further refine the Evil Sword of Life is because...what conditions were missing?"

What conditions are missing...

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Ouyang Mu.

Linghuxiao thought for a while and looked at Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "When you weren't here, the old guy was refining the sword peacefully. After you came, he took out the sword bone and planned to forge the evil sword of destiny..."

"Obviously, you are the key and the condition for him to forge his natal sword and form the golden elixir."

Linghu smiled with worry on his face, "Isn't that Junior Brother Mu very dangerous?"

"Now that the natal sword bone has been forged, maybe it won't be long before the old demon cultivator will cast the natal magic weapon and use it to form an elixir."

"Yes," Mo Hua sighed and frowned slightly:

"The current problem is that we don't know what his real sword-making method is and what tricks there are in it."

"And what effect does the pattern he drew on the sword bone have..."

Several people were a little worried.

But Guang Wei couldn't figure it out even if he thought about it here, and he didn't have any good ideas.

"Let's play it by ear..."

Mo Hua patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder and said, "Be more careful."

"Yes." Ouyang Mu said solemnly.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, somewhat worried, and said:

"wait."

He ran back to the formation privy room, selected some formation disks and spiritual weapons, and drew some temporary formations. Then he returned to the prison and gave them all to Ouyang Mu.

"You are hiding secretly..."

"This heart-protecting mirror has a golden stone formation on it, which can protect the heart."

"If the situation is urgent, these formations can be deployed at any time to delay the enemy."

"This black cloth must be put away. If you feel dizzy, cover your forehead immediately..."

"There are also some elixirs to ward off demons and restore blood. You should also keep them. If the demonic energy enters the body, or the blood energy is severely depleted, take it immediately..."

…

Mo Hua warned each one.

Ouyang Mu was so moved that he kept Mo Hua's advice in mind and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo!"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

With these means, Xiaomu finally has some ability to protect himself.

I just don’t know when the old demon cultivator will attack...

…

The next day, Mo Hua went to the evil weapon room of the old demon cultivator in advance.

He wanted to see if he could find any other clues.

But when they arrived at the evil weapon room, they found that there were already people in the room.

Jin Gui, who was tall and strong, with a greatly changed aura, was talking to the old demon cultivator.

He seemed to be accusing something.

"too slow……"

"Are you really teaching him how to make evil weapons?"

"That kid from the Ouyang family has obviously been studying for several days, but why doesn't he have much evil spirit in him?"

"Old guy, what are you doing?"

Jin Gui became a demon and his temper became very bad.

There was a flash of coldness in the eyes of the old demon cultivator, and then they became cloudy again.

He lowered his head and said in an old voice:

"Weapon refining pays attention to step by step. No matter whether it is the right way or the evil way, it cannot be achieved overnight. There must be a plan to follow step by step..."

After saying that, he coughed a few times and couldn't help but cough up blood again.

Jin Gui glanced at him with slight disgust and cursed in a low voice, "You old man..."

Then he snorted coldly and said lightly:

"Starting from today, I will send someone to guard you to see if you have properly taught that kid, and if you have let that kid get stained with blood and fall into the evil way..."

The old demon cultivator's expression changed slightly and he refused:

"That's not okay. Sword-making is a secret. It's my life's work. It must not be allowed to be peeped by outsiders!"

Jin Gui sneered, "How long has it been since you kept it secret? No matter how good you are at making swords, you are only a second-grade swordsmith. You cannot escape the category of second-grade swordsman. What does your little skill in refining weapons mean?"

"Besides, this is the Young Master's order. Of all the things in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, which one is as important as the Young Master's?"

"You want to disobey the master's order?"

The old demon cultivator suppressed the coldness in his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I don't dare..."

Jin Gui nodded slightly and said indifferently:

"That's right, time is running out, hurry up and don't delay the young master's plan, otherwise you will lose your soul and die without a burial place!"

The old demon cultivator said nothing more, only lowered his head, "Yes."

Jin Gui gave the old demon cultivator a cold look, then turned and left.

After Jin Gui left, only the old demon cultivator was left in the evil weapon room with green bones and green fire and a fishy smell of blood pool.

The old demon cultivator still had his head down.

His spine was gone, and his body was hunched. Once he lowered his head, it was difficult for him to stand up again.

But because he lowered his head, Mo Hua could not see his expression clearly. He only heard him mutter: "Yes, time... is not much..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly stunned.

After that, the old demon cultivator did not do anything special, but continued to lie on the chair, flipping through a piece of demon skin paper.

About half an hour later, Ouyang Mu was brought in.

But this time was different.

There were two demon cultivators who brought him in. According to Mo Hua's experience, one of them was a dog-headed demon cultivator.

The other one had sharp eyes and was bald. It was likely that he was a demon cultivator with eagle patterns on his body, just like the 'vulture'.

After bringing Ouyang Mu in, the dog-headed demon cultivator walked outside the door and guarded the door.

The bald demon cultivator with eyes like a falcon stayed in the evil weapon master, staring at the old demon cultivator with sharp eyes and a cold tone.

"Master, the manager told me to watch here in case of any accidents."

It's called "watch", but it's actually "monitoring".

The old demon cultivator nodded and said lightly:

"I know..."

Then he no longer cared about the bald and dog-headed demon cultivators, and said to Ouyang Mu:

"I will continue to teach you how to forge swords."

Ouyang Mu's expression was a little complicated, but he still remembered Mo Hua's instructions, pretending that nothing had happened and that he knew nothing, and nodded:

"Okay, senior."

Everything was normal after that.

The old demon cultivator patiently taught sword forging, Ouyang Mu learned sword forging absent-mindedly, the bald demon cultivator watched with a sharp gaze, and the dog-headed demon cultivator looked at the door vigilantly.

After a while, the old demon cultivator seemed tired and said to Ouyang Mu:

"You practice for a while, I'll take a break."

Then he turned around, walked to a chair beside him, and sat down slowly.

But as soon as he sat down, he couldn't stop coughing, and kept coughing up blood. He had no choice but to take out a few pills and stuff them into his mouth tremblingly.

Finally, he lay on the chair, gasping for breath, like an old dog about to die, and his breath was full of fishy smell.

Seeing this, the Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator frowned, with a look of disgust, and slightly turned his eyes away.

The sizzling sound of the fire, the knocking sound of the forged iron, and the old demon cultivator's breathing merged together.

The room was obviously very noisy, but there was an inexplicable sense of dead silence.

After a while, the Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he noticed something wrong.

The old demon cultivator's breathing seemed to disappear.

The Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked to the side, but saw that there was only a black robe and some shed demon skins on the chair next to him.

"Not good!"

A chill suddenly surged in the heart of the Eagle Mark Demon Cultivator, and he immediately activated the Eagle Mark. The Demon Mark on his head flashed, and his eyes were full of light, searching for the figure of the old demon cultivator in the house.

But before he could see the trace, the murderous intent suddenly descended.

A long, dark red tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ground, carrying the sinister demon power, and suddenly slashed at the waist of the Eagle Mark Demon Cultivator, as if trying to cut it in half.

The Eagle Mark Demon Cultivator's pupils shook violently, and he jumped up to avoid this sneak attack.

But although he had the Eagle Mark, he was only at the foundation-building level, unable to fly, and floating in the air, he had no way to avoid it.

This short stay in the air became a flaw.

Several evil swords suddenly flew out from the shadows, with an incredibly fast speed, leaving streaks of blood, and deeply pierced into the body of the Eagle Mark Demon Cultivator.

The evil swords contained blood-stained sword energy, and also attached with highly toxic demon power.

The Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator was immediately poisoned, his blood vessels were piercing, he was shocked and angry, he opened his eyes and roared:

"Old beast, you are so brave?!"

He never expected that this old immortal would suddenly kill him when he came to monitor for the first time.

Isn't he afraid that he would violate the prohibition of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley and be devoured by the Ten Thousand Demons? !

"You actually..."

He wanted to say something else, but the old demon cultivator had been planning for a long time, and he suddenly attacked at this time, obviously not giving him a chance.

A monster suddenly swam out from the shadows.

This monster was like a long worm, with blade-like limbs on both sides, with a human face, a long tongue, and trembling limbs, crawling quickly on the ground.

It was extremely fast, and in just a moment, it approached the Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator's body, and then took advantage of the poisoning and paralysis to directly entangle him.

The sharp limbs pierced deeply into the flesh and blood.

The long snake-like body kept rolling, with limbs, cutting the body of the Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator.

The Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator roared, "You..."

But before he could finish, his head was also pierced by the limbs, blood flashed, and it was cut into a bloody mess.

The scene was both bloody and cruel.

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air.

This old thing turned out to be a centipede demon!

And he was quick and decisive in killing, with a hideous face, and he didn't look sick and dying like before.

He was an old sly guy!

Moreover, he was impatient and killed without hesitation.

After a few rounds, the Eagle Pattern Demon Cultivator died immediately.

When the dog-headed demon cultivator outside the door heard the noise and rushed over, it was too late.

He could only see that the gloomy and evil refining room was covered with blood, in addition to a bloody corpse and a grotesque and terrifying demon cultivator.

Sharp limbs, an ugly demon body, and a strange human face on top of the demon body.

At this moment, the strange human face twisted its neck, turned its head, and smiled at him.

The dog-headed demon cultivator's hair stood up immediately, and he turned and ran.

He was no match for this evil, cruel, and vicious old demon cultivator.

Although he ran fast, the centipede-like old demon cultivator used many limbs to crawl faster. Soon he entangled the dog-headed demon cultivator's body and did the same.

After a while, the dog-headed demon cultivator's body was twisted into a towel.

Blood dripped like water on a towel.

At this point, the two guarding demon cultivators were all killed.

The old demon cultivator retreated from the demonization and turned into the old demon cultivator again. He stretched out his old hand, tremblingly closed the door of the refining room, sealed the formation, and isolated everything inside.

Then, he walked back into the room step by step.

At this time, the bloody smell filled the air. Ouyang Mu's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were firm.

The old demon cultivator was a little surprised, nodded slowly, and praised: "Not bad, you can keep your composure when faced with an unexpected change."

Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, but he calmed down and asked:

"Old senior, what exactly are you going to do?"

The old demon cultivator grinned, revealing his sharp teeth and long tongue, as well as the blood stained from gnawing on the demon cultivator just now, "You will know later."

Before he finished speaking, a demon wind suddenly rose.

Ouyang Mu only felt a bloody scene in front of him, and the old demon cultivator had turned into a centipede, rushing towards him with a bloody wind.

But after a moment, with a bang, the blood color was instantly replaced by fire.

A dazzling light emanated around Ouyang Mu, and a raging flame ignited, protecting Ouyang Mu in the middle.

The Earth Fire Killing Formation exploded.

The surging spiritual power raged.

In a moment, a long worm-like demon was repelled by the flames, fell to the ground, and kept rolling.

After the flames went out, the centipede monster curled up, retreated from the demonization, and turned back into the hunchbacked old demon cultivator.

He panted like a wounded beast, looked at Ouyang Mu with sharp eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"Formation?"

How could this kid use a formation?

The old demon cultivator thought for a moment, and suddenly his expression changed, "No, this is not your method!"

"Who is helping you?!"

Just at this moment, a slight sound of sword rang out.

The old demon cultivator opened his ears and eyes slightly, and saw a sharp golden light flashing in the air.

Then a golden line broke through the air, carrying a cold and cruel murderous intent, and arrived in an instant.

Sensing this fierce murderous intent, the old demon cultivator's expression changed, and he was a little unbelievable for a while:

"Flying a sword?!"