Asking about longevity

"This brat...what's going on?!"

The evil sword transformed from his own bones was crushed like tofu by him so easily?

Is this... really a "person"? !

The old demon cultivator was shocked and confused.

But he didn't want to sit back and die.

This kid may be a formidable enemy, but after hundreds of years of planning and hard work, he has finally transformed into an evil sword demon, and he is definitely not an ant that can be manipulated by him!

No matter how hard you fight, you don't know who will win in the end.

If you don’t work hard, how do you know you can’t win?

"good……"

The old demon cultivator, who has bones as his body and sword bones as his limbs, has a strong fighting spirit in his ferocious eyes. The bone sword is filled with venom-like demonic energy, and the aura around him is constantly rising. The body of bones is also Gradually it grew stronger, and the bloody sword energy wrapped around the body.

"Today, I will meet you and let you know how terrifying the sword demon's body is!"

The old demon cultivator's eyes were sharp, and he turned from stillness in an instant, activating the power of the demon, and struck with the force.

The huge bone sword condensed with majestic demonic energy instantly slashed at Mo Hua with terrifying power.

This bone sword is very huge.

Mo Hua's body is not even as tall as the bone sword.

But he looked calm and only punched lightly.

The small fist faced the huge white bone magic sword.

In just an instant, the White Bone Demon Sword was shattered into pieces by Mo Hua's fist.

The old demon cultivator looked horrified, but he still refused to give in and tried his best to attack.

For a moment, the white sword bones, the demonic sword energy, the evil sword intention... were stirring in the blood pool.

The old demon has a lot of tricks to practice with his sword.

No matter whether it is the sword bone, the sword energy, or the sword intention, no matter how bloody and terrifying it is, or how powerful the momentum is, the ink painting remains unchanged and can adapt to all changes, but there is only one punch.

With one punch, the sword bones are broken, the sword energy disappears, and the sword intention is extinguished.

There's no move he can't solve with one punch.

The old demon cultivator became more and more shocked, but also more frightened and angry.

Must work hard!

If you don't work hard, you won't even have a chance to fight!

The aura of the old demon cultivator changed again, his pupils turned black, sword bones kept growing out of his body, like the jointed limbs of a long insect, and his body also turned into a centipede, rising higher and higher. At the same time, the evil thoughts on his body, It is getting richer and richer, and is infinitely close to the peak of the second grade...

"You forced me to do this..."

The old demon cultivator laughed ferociously.

Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with a calm expression, his eyes were still indifferent, and there was even a hint of disappointment.

"Tired of..."

Mo Hua said lightly.

The old demon cultivator's ferocious laughter suddenly stopped, and what followed in his heart was a bone-chilling panic.

The next moment, the ink painting disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already on top of the old demon cultivator.

Mo Hua leaped high and came down, lightly kicking him.

This kick was like a heavy hammer, slamming down violently.

The old demon cultivator was hit hard to the ground like a cannonball.

It was in severe pain all over, and there were even cracks in its skull.

But before it could recover, it heard a "creak" sound.

The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked sideways, he was horrified to find that all its bones and sword limbs had been broken off by Mo Hua's white hands, leaving not a single one.

The old demon cultivator struggled hard, but to no avail.

At this moment, ink painting has already grasped its spine.

It only takes one pinch to break its spine.

The old demon cultivator was so shocked that he immediately shouted in horror:

"Little ancestor, spare your life!"

The movement of ink painting is slightly stagnant.

When the old demon cultivator saw this, he immediately said:

"Little ancestor, spare my life, I will be of great use!"

Mo Hua stepped on his head and said, "What are you good for?"

Having his head stepped on, the old demon cultivator felt humiliated, but his heart was filled with despair:

"Where does this kid come from, what kind of existence does he have, and how can he be so terrifying?"

He never expected that the sword demon Xie Sui, who was at the peak of the second rank and was integrated with the natal evil sword, would actually be like an ant, being "touched" by this little ancestor at will, without the slightest ability to fight back.

Some people don't know how terrible it is until they actually take action.

Some things, if you don't try hard, you won't know how hopeless they are.

The old demon cultivator said in a trembling voice:

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything."

"what will you do?"

Mo Hua asked condescendingly and in an interrogative tone, as if he would kill and break the old demon cultivator's spine if he disagreed.

The old demon cultivator panicked: "I can forge swords!"

"Oh?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

The old demon cultivator hurriedly said: "I am a disciple of Tai'amen, and I was once a direct descendant of the Ouyang family. I am proficient in the art of refining weapons and the art of forging swords. I have cast countless swords in this hell of ten thousand demons, and my skills have been honed countless times. , perfect..."

"As long as you spare my life, little ancestor, I am willing to ride on your horse and forge swords and refine weapons for you."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "You have forgotten that you are already dead. Now you are a sword demon and an evil spirit. What kind of sword can you help me forge?"

The old demon cultivator's face trembled.

It forgot that it was no longer a human being, not even a demon cultivator.

How can I forge a sword with my evil body?

The little hand painted in ink pretended to break its spine.

The old demon cultivator felt chills all over his body and immediately said: "I can teach you!"

"teach?"

"That's right," the old demon said, "Although I can't make weapons or swords myself, I have rich experience and knowledge in weapon making. I can tell you whatever you want to know..."

Mo Hua's expression was a little hesitant. He didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were dangerous for a moment and relaxed for a moment.

The old demon cultivator's heart fluttered with Mo Hua's eyes, feeling uneasy.

It thought for a moment and immediately said:

"The magic weapon of destiny!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, his eyes slightly bright.

When the old demon cultivator saw this, he was overjoyed and immediately said as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"My natal magic weapon! I have the most orthodox inheritance of Tai'amen, and I know how to refine my natal magic weapon!"

"You spare my life, and I'll help you refine your magic weapon!"

"Knives, spears, swords, axes... any kind of magic weapon will do. I know the refining methods. I can tell you all the refining methods!"

Mo Hua looked confused, "How do I know you won't lie to me?"

The old demon cultivator said: "I can make a poisonous oath and swear to heaven. If I tell a lie, the sky will strike with thunder, my soul will be scattered, and I will not be reincarnated!"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"I have Junior Brother Mu. He will help me refine my natal magic weapon and so on."

The old demon cultivator said anxiously: "He can't do it!"

The ink painting is displeased.

The old demon cultivator hurriedly explained: "The child is talented and tough enough, but he is too young and has little experience in refining weapons. The most core weapon refining method of Tai Amen has not been passed on to him."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "It wasn't passed to him, but it was passed to you?"

Only then did the old demon cultivator realize that he had said the wrong thing and said sarcastically:

"I... after all, I have lived a long time. It is normal for me to know a little more about weapon refining..."

Mo Hua looked at the old demon cultivator with deep eyes, but did not investigate further, but asked:

"What else? Just being able to forge swords is not enough. You have to have other uses..."

After all, he is not a swordsman.

The natal magic weapon may not necessarily be able to use the spiritual sword.

What's more, this old guy is an old liar and not worthy of trust. It's too troublesome for me to have to distinguish the authenticity of what he says.

If it had no other use, he would kill it and eat it.

After all, since being "grounded" by Mr. Xun, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and my spiritual consciousness has long been thirsty.

I urgently need to "eat" something first to cushion my stomach.

The ink painting shows a cute look with red lips and white teeth.

Especially the lips, which are conspicuously red.

The old demon cultivator looked at it and felt a little creepy for some reason.

He immediately said: "I remember the road, I can tell you the way out of the valley!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, a little surprised, "Do you know the way out of the valley?"

The old demon cultivator nodded and smiled bitterly: "I have stayed in this valley for too long, and I already know most of the things I can know."

"Especially in the first hundred years, I wanted to escape from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons all the time, so I spent a lot of effort to figure out the route out of the valley."

"But……"

The old demon cultivator looked slumped, "Even so, I still can't get out."

Mo Hua asked strangely: "Why?"

The old demon cultivator said: "The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is huge and the roads are complicated. It passes through the Ten Thousand Demons Prison and enters the slaughterhouse, as well as the Demon Refining Pot, Evil Pill Valley and other areas... Demon cultivators are everywhere and are heavily guarded. If you don't know the road, Outsiders can’t get out at all…”

"This is the second thing..."

The old demon cultivator looked solemn, "Even if you go through this dangerous place, in the end, there will still be an insurmountable chasm."

"Tianchen?"

The old demon cultivator nodded, "This sky chasm is a painting, and it is also the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. The painting contains thousands of demons and is filled with evil spirits. The demon cultivators in the valley generally call it...the Demon Refining Map!"

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

The old demon cultivator looked fearful, "Although I don't know... how you entered the valley, but if my prediction is correct, you should be here to save people."

“If you want to save people, you have to get out of the valley.”

"I can show you the way, but in the end I can't break the demon refining map, and you will still be trapped in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons forever."

"But this is not something I can consider..."

Mo Hua thought for a while, nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll spare your life."

Now that the demon refining map is in front of you, you can be patient for now.

I will not eat the small shrimps in front of me, so as not to ruin my stomach and prevent me from having a big meal.

The coldness in the old demon cultivator's heart suddenly subsided, and he breathed a long sigh of relief knowing that the calamity of death was over.

It raised its head and secretly glanced at the child-like ink painting, feeling in its heart that the cultivation world was really too dangerous.

A little kid is scarier than the monster himself.

Mo Hua let go of its spine.

The old demon cultivator stood up tremblingly, but it did not dare to stand completely upright. It only dared to half-kneel in front of the ink painting to avoid appearing overbearing.

Mo Hua raised his head, glanced at the formation patterns around him, and suddenly said curiously: "I'll ask you another question. Please answer it honestly."

"Yes." The old demon cultivator did not dare to refuse.

Mo Hua pointed at the formation patterns around him and asked:

"Where did you learn this formation pattern?"

The old demon cultivator trembled and did not dare to speak.

Mo Hua's gaze became more and more dangerous.

The old demon cultivator could only bite the bullet and said truthfully: "It's... I learned it from the Demon Refining Chart..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Did you learn the Demon Refining Chart?"

"Yes," the old demon cultivated, "This is a pattern on the demon refining map. I don't know its origin. I only know that it is extremely mysterious and can even... seal the remaining souls."

"I took the opportunity to secretly copy it down for emergencies."

"But I'm not a formation master, and I'm not very proficient in formations. Even if I copy them, I still can't understand or draw them."

The old demon cultivator sighed, "So, I practiced every day, copied day and night, and whenever I had time, I used human blood to draw the array pattern, and it eventually became a habit that was engraved into my bones..."

"It took me more than two hundred years to practice day and night, and finally, somehow, I learned this array pattern."

Mo Hua suddenly realized, "That's why you thought of a way to draw this array pattern on the sword bone. In this way, when your mind turns into a demon mind after you die, it can be "sealed" in the sword by this array pattern, and you will become a "sword demon" and live in an alternative way."

The old demon cultivator was stunned.

He didn't expect that his careful calculations were seen through by this young cultivator at a glance.

At this point, the old demon cultivator had nothing to hide. "It's like this. I... I originally made two preparations."

"The best result is naturally to form a golden elixir, using... the blood and flesh of the boy from the Ouyang family as a guide to forge the evil sword of my life. I will choose another opportunity to form a golden elixir without having to give up this mortal body."

"If this plan fails... I have heard some methods in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley to transform spiritual consciousness into evil spirits. Using this method, after a tragic death, no bones will be left, and the remaining spiritual consciousness will be , you can enter the sword bone, turn into a sword demon, and live in the sword. "

Mo Hua's eyes were sharp, "I'm afraid it's more than that..."

The old demon cultivator had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:

"Yes... I originally planned to use the blood of the kid from the Ouyang family to forge this sword, so that the blood and the sword can merge. In this way, this sword bone will be nurtured into his natal evil sword. I am the sword demon in the sword, and he will become my "sword slave" and listen to my orders..."

Mo Hua nodded, sighing in his heart.

This old thing is really calculating.

Mo Hua estimated the time, pondered for a moment, and said to the old demon cultivator:

"I won't kill you for now. You let me out, show me the way, and leave this Ten Thousand Demon Valley. If I find out, you still dare to lie to me..."

Mo Hua clenched his fists and smiled coldly, "Even if you are an evil spirit, I will make you want to live or die!"

The old demon cultivator said in fear:

"I dare not! I will obey the orders of the ancestor!"

Mo Hua nodded, "Let me out."

"Okay, okay!" The old demon cultivator was as if he had been pardoned. He immediately restrained his evil thoughts and turned into a long bone sword. He transmitted his voice:

"Touch the bone sword body and you can leave this blood pool."

Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a while, and roughly understood a little.

This sword-casting blood pool is an illusion in the sword.

The entrance and exit are the bone magic sword that the old demon cultivator turned into.

If you want to get out of this blood pool, you must either kill the old demon cultivator or let him reveal his true form and open the door, otherwise you can't get out.

Mo Hua looked around and thought to himself:

"Maybe... if I remove the divine array patterns around here, so that this blood pool illusion cannot seal the divine thoughts and collapses on its own, I can get out."

However, since this old demon cultivator is so sensible, there is no need to make things difficult for him.

Mo Hua pointed his finger at the white bone magic sword.

Then, in an instant, the scenery changed, and when he opened his eyes again, he found Ouyang Mu kneeling in front of him, his eyes were red and his expression was full of worry.

Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, Ouyang Mu was stunned, and then overjoyed.

"Brother Mo, are you okay?"

The old demon cultivator died, the blood mist dissipated, and Mo Hua fainted on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Ouyang Mu didn't know the situation and didn't know what to do.

Seeing Mo Hua wake up at this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua nodded, "It's okay."

"What happened? Is that old man... is he dead now?" Ouyang Mu was still a little worried.

"I guess so." Mo Hua said.

This matter is a bit complicated and troublesome to talk about, so Mo Hua didn't tell Ouyang Mu.

Besides, now is not the time to talk about these things.

The old demon cultivator sealed the door, which may cover it up for a while, but it will definitely be discovered after a long time.

We must find a way to deal with it.

We must not let other demon cultivators, especially Jin Gui, know what happened here, otherwise they will be suspicious.

It will be even more difficult for me to save Xiao Mu and the others.

Mo Hua looked around and frowned.

The Golden Lock Formation, the Earth Fire Formation, the Earth Killing Formation, and the Flying Sword...

There are too many traces, and they can't be erased in a short time.

The methods of this kind of cultivator are different from those of demon cultivators, and you can see it at a glance.

"In this case, we can only blow them all up..."

In the evil weapon room, there is Yin Green Bone Fire, a turbid blood pool, and all kinds of smelly flesh and blood. As long as they are all blown up and mixed together.

Evil spirit and blood will naturally pollute the traces of spiritual power.

Even if there are signs of formations and sword control, they will be regarded as traces of evil formations and evil swords.

After thinking about it, Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "Little Wood, you have to suffer a little."

Ouyang Mu was stunned, a little confused, but still nodded firmly, "Brother, just give me your orders."

Mo Hua said, "I will blow up this house later to cover up the evidence."

"I will choose a place for you, and you will stay there. When the formation explodes and the stone wall collapses, you may be buried inside."

"Wait for those demon cultivators to dig you out, and then you will pretend to faint."

"If they ask you what happened, you will say that the old demon cultivator suddenly went crazy, lost his mind, and was possessed by a demon. He killed all the gatekeepers and monitors, and then closed the door, saying that he would perish with this Ten Thousand Demon Valley..."

"You escaped by hiding far away."

"You don't know anything else."

Ouyang Mu recited Mo Hua's words in his heart, silently wrote them down, and then nodded.

After that, Mo Hua began to prepare to blow up the house.

There is a formation in the house itself, he just needs to move his hands and feet on the previous formation framework.

After the planning was completed, Mo Hua chose a corner and asked Ouyang Mu to lie down with his head covered.

This place will not be affected by the damage caused by the formation.

Even if some rocks fall, they won't hurt him.

Then Mo Hua picked up the natal bone sword that the old demon had cultivated.

The bone sword demon transformed by the old demon cultivator lives in this bone sword.

Mo Hua received the bone sword into his storage bag.

He was still counting on this bone sword to guide him.

After everything was ready, Mo Hua quietly left the evil weapon room, and then used his spiritual consciousness to activate the formation in the room outside.

In an instant, fire and blood burst out.

The evil weapon room suddenly collapsed, and rubble flew, causing the surrounding demon cultivators to tremble.

After a while, Jin Gui, the manager, arrived.

His face was uglier than a pig's liver, and he immediately ordered many demon cultivators to dig into the ruins after the collapse.

Ink Hua looked at it from a distance.

After the small piece of wood was dug out and it looked like nothing was wrong, Mo Hua quietly left.

Small pieces of wood go a long way.

These demon cultivators will not embarrass him for the time being.

And it would be enough trouble for them to find out what happened in the evil weapon room.

After Mo Hua left, he returned to the Privy Council Room.

He thought for a moment and dismantled the bone sword.

The sword was too long, and he thought it was troublesome, so he used his best weapon-making skills to dismantle the sword body.

The sword blade also used a formation method to melt most of it, leaving only the hilt with a small section of the sword.

The old demon cultivator's evil thoughts are now stored in the broken sword.

Moreover, it is near the hilt of the sword engraved with the Shinto formation pattern.

So if the sword is broken, the impact will not be big.

Mo Hua held the bone-breaking sword and nodded.

It's much easier to hold this way.

What we have to do next is to let the old demon cultivator lead the way and find the route out of the complicated Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

And, find the last natural chasm in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons——

Demon refining picture.

The ink-painted eyes sparkled in the dark night.

He wanted to try whether this "natural chasm" could stop him.

And see with your own eyes whether there are really many monsters in this demon refining picture...