Asking about longevity

Mo Hua eavesdropped on the conversation between Jin Gui and Yao Xiu again.

Everything was very different from what I expected.

The evil weapon room was bombed and it was a mess.

The old demon cultivator who forged the evil sword went crazy. There was a trace of his flesh and blood left at the scene, as well as the corpses of two demon cultivators.

These two demon cultivators died in a miserable state, with scars from arthropod slashing on their bodies. They were obviously strangled to death by the centipede demon cultivator.

It can be clearly seen that there was a fight to the death during his lifetime.

It was the old demon cultivator who moved his hand.

In addition, the refining bone furnace, the blood pool, the evil sword, the formation, everything was destroyed, and the dirty blood was poured over it. No one could tell which ones were problematic and which ones were not.

Jin Gui was furious, but he could only calm down the matter.

He is in charge, and if something goes wrong, it will only make the leader or the young master question his ability to do things.

Therefore, it is best to make this matter a trivial matter.

He didn't dare to make a big fuss either.

Ouyang Mu, on the other hand, was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and was dull. Even if he escaped by chance, he would not be suspected.

Jin Gui was also lucky that Ouyang Mu did not die after the evil weapon room collapsed, otherwise he would have been in big trouble.

Therefore, small logs are safe for the time being.

As for Linghu smiling and Song Jian, their situation was not bad.

After all, it's not the time to really "see the situation".

You can leave for a while.

Mo Hua went to see Linghuxiao and the others again and said, "I'm going to step on it. I might not come back in a few days. You guys should be careful."

Linghuxiao looked solemn and nodded.

Ouyang Muze said: "Senior Brother Mo, be more careful."

Although Song Jian kept a straight face and said nothing, his heart suddenly felt empty.

When Mo Hua was there, although he was often invisible and invisible to people, he always felt more at ease and could still eat dried meat.

But now that Mo Hua left, he suddenly felt particularly insecure.

Song Jian's mood became tangled for a moment.

Mo Hua didn't bother to care about him, but gradually disappeared again and disappeared.

Linghuxiao and the three of them looked at each other and felt that without Mo Hua, the Ten Thousand Demons Prison seemed to suddenly become "gloomy" again.

…

In the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, on top of a prison.

The figure gradually appeared in the ink painting.

There were no demonic cultivators around, only the demonic beast bound by huge chains, roaring in a low voice.

Mo Hua took out the half-bone sword and asked, "Where are we going?"

The half-bone sword was silent and made no movement.

Mo Hua threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will destroy you."

Sure enough, a vague old voice came from the sword, "Wait a minute... Xiaozu... I said..."

The sound from behind stopped for a while and then came again.

"...You didn't hear..."

Mo Hua listened attentively, and after a while he realized that the old demon cultivator was indeed talking, but it was not "talking", more like...

"Spiritual Sound Transmission".

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Do you know how to communicate with spiritual thoughts?"

The old demon cultivator had no choice but to say, "I am already dead. I have lost my physical body and my mental power remains, so whenever I speak, it is all 'spiritual voice transmission'..."

"Oh, yes." Mo Hua suddenly realized.

Then he asked, "I don't speak, I only use my spiritual thoughts to transmit my voice. Can you feel it?"

The old demon cultivator was a little speechless, but he did not dare to say that Mo Hua was "ignorant and ignorant", so he only said implicitly:

"Little Ancestor, you are joking. Monks in the Ascension Realm cannot 'transmit sound with their spiritual consciousness'."

"Why can you transmit sounds only after you become a feather?" Mo Hua said more truthfully.

"This..." the old demon cultivator said sarcastically: "I am just building a foundation, and I am thousands of miles away from the Ascension Realm. The specific reason for this... I am ignorant, and I don't know very well..."

"Oh." Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

This old guy is a bit half-full, he knows what he is doing but doesn't know why.

But it doesn’t matter.

"Then the current situation is that you can quietly transmit your spiritual thoughts, and I can only speak to you?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes..." the old demon cultivator whispered.

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay..."

He pointed the broken bone sword forward and asked again:

"Where to go?"

The Bones and Broken Sword was silent for a while, as if he was meditating or recalling the route. After a while, the old demon cultivator sent a message to Mo Hua:

"On the right, after passing the prison of the blood-red wolf demon, there is the second stone gate, turn right and go inside..."

Mo Hua glanced to the right and nodded.

He concealed himself again and prepared to walk in the direction pointed by the old demon cultivator.

But just as he took a step forward, he suddenly remembered something, shook the broken bone sword in his hand, and warned:

"Old man, don't lie to me, or I'll let you know what real 'horror' is."

The old demon cultivator said quickly:

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

At least for a short period of time, it was afraid of being beaten by ink paintings and did not dare to have any strange thoughts.

and……

The old demon cultivator whispered: "I'm not called 'old thing'..."

Its voice was very small, but Mo Hua still heard it.

"That's right. Don't you call me 'Old Man'? What's your name?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

The old demon cultivator sighed and said with emotion, "Before I became a demon cultivator, I was a disciple of Tai Amen. My surname is Ouyang, my first name is..."

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua didn't listen to what he said about him, but kept to himself and muttered:

"It's not a good idea to call you 'old thing'. It's a bit impolite. Let me give you a nickname. I'm good at giving nicknames..."

The old demon cultivator was silent.

Mo Hua thought about it, and an idea flashed in his mind, "You are a sword demon, you have a sword and a body of bones, so I will call you 'Sword Bone'."

The old demon cultivator almost thought that Mo Hua was calling him "cheap bone".

It was a little angry.

Its dignity did not allow it to accept such a humiliating name.

But its courage was not enough to support it to protest at all.

Sword Bone is Sword Bone...

The old demon cultivator accepted this name, and had to praise Mo Hua against his conscience:

"What a good name... The young master is really a 'master' of naming."

Mo Hua gladly accepted this flattery, and then said:

"Lead the way, Sword Bone."

The old demon cultivator who was given the name "Sword Bone" by Mo Hua had no choice but to accept his fate and said: "Yes..."

Then Sword Bone pointed the way.

Mo Hua hid himself, released his spiritual sense, observed the surroundings, held the broken white bone sword, listened to the spiritual transmission of Sword Bone, and shuttled through the intricate Ten Thousand Demon Prison.

The entire Ten Thousand Monsters Valley was built by hollowing out the belly of the mountain. It is extremely large. Not only are there numerous stone halls and stone chambers, but also the passages and corridors are densely interwoven. In addition, there are patrolling demon cultivators, coming and going. If you don't know the way, it is indeed easy to get lost.

Fortunately, "Sword Bone" is very old and experienced, and is familiar with the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley. In addition, he is in Mo Hua's hands and dare not act rashly, so he has done his best along the way and is reliable.

After walking for an unknown period of time, Mo Hua came to a gate.

This gate is towering, with two huge stone statues of demon beasts, carved with hideous and terrifying demon patterns.

This is the gate of the Ten Thousand Monsters Prison.

There is a lock formation in front of the gate, but it is not too sophisticated. The main thing is that there are several demon cultivators guarding it, which is a bit troublesome.

"Every six hours, the demon cultivators change shifts, and there will be a gap of more than ten breaths..."

"Sword Bone" whispered.

But Mo Hua didn't have that patience.

He quietly hid in the dark and picked a red-haired hyena demon cultivator.

He had analyzed the four-elephant demon pattern of dogs, and the corresponding array core was also summarized in his "Four-elephant Demon Pattern Library".

Mo Hua took advantage of the unpreparedness and began to control the ink with his spiritual consciousness.

A ball of spiritual ink floated in the air, condensed into a strand of ink, quietly swam and meandered, and finally climbed on the leg of the demon cultivator, forming the four-elephant dog pattern array core.

The demon cultivator had thick skin and slow perception.

The dog demon only felt a little cold on his legs, and didn't care much at first.

But when he realized that the coolness was a bit weird, it was too late.

As soon as the demon pattern lit up, the demon power was instantly out of control. Under Mo Hua's control, the demon power went backwards and rushed straight to the sky.

The hyena demon cultivator's spiritual consciousness was abnormal, and he was very ferocious. He instantly pounced on several demon cultivators beside him.

The scene was in chaos for a while.

The demon cultivators fought each other.

Roars and curses mixed together, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Mo Hua swaggered out of the gate of the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

"Jian Gutou" who lived in the broken white bone sword saw all this and felt cold in his heart.

It didn't notice at all what means this little ancestor used to quietly make the demon cultivators lose control and then fight each other.

These demon cultivators guarding the gate are quite powerful, but in the hands of this little ancestor, they seem to be like "toys".

Too scary...

Jian Gutou's little thoughts in his heart were reduced a little.

After leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, there were several avenues in front of him.

Mo Hua asked again: "Which way to go?"

Jian Gutou said in a trembling voice: "Left..."

Mo Hua looked up, nodded, and walked towards the avenue on the left.

As he walked deeper and deeper, his vision became wider and wider, and Mo Hua became more and more surprised.

The Ten Thousand Demons Valley is indeed very large.

The Ten Thousand Demons Prison is only a part of it.

Elsewhere, there are still many evil and strange buildings of cultivation.

These things, let me explore them one by one, it will take a long time to walk around.

Now there was not enough time, so he could only skip them all.

After walking for a while, the smell of blood suddenly became extremely strong.

Mo Hua frowned, and looking around, what appeared in front of him was a huge venue with numerous large guillotines.

On the guillotine, there was a chain as thick as a person across, and there was also a huge guillotine axe driven by the formation.

At this time, a bear demon was tied to the guillotine with a thick chain.

After the formation was activated, the huge guillotine axe whizzed past and cut off the head of the bear demon. The blood flowed into the blood pool under the stage like a spring.

There were also many "headless" demon beasts lying on other guillotines.

At this time, many demon cultivators were busy dissecting the bodies of these demon beasts.

The dissected demon beasts' fur, bones, heads, demon pills, internal organs, etc. were processed and stored in different categories.

"This is the slaughterhouse..."

Jian Gutou said in a voice transmission.

"Slaughterhouse..."

Mo Hua frowned and murmured silently in his heart.

Jian Gutou said again: "This place has no name. 'Slaughterhouse' is the commonly accepted name among demon cultivators. All demon beasts caught in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison will be disemboweled here..."

Mo Hua nodded and continued to walk forward.

After walking for another hour, he saw a tower-like building.

"This is the Demon Refining Pot." Jian Gutou said.

Mo Hua was a little confused and lowered his voice: "Isn't this a tower? Why is it called a Demon Refining Pot?"

Jian Gutou said: "It is said that this Demon Refining Pot is a kind of Taoist building in the southern wilderness. It is shaped like a 'pot' and cast into a demon tower. It is both a building and a spiritual weapon."

Mo Hua looked up and realized that the entire tower in front of him, with demon statues on the outside and snakes climbing on it, was layer after layer, but it had an upper and lower belly, and the middle layer was narrowed. It really looked like a "pot".

"Over there in the wilderness, the habit of giving names is really strange..."

Mo Hua muttered silently.

The old demon cultivator, who was named "Sword Bone" by the ink painting, looked stagnant and didn't know what to say.

"Have you ever been inside this tower...this demon refining pot?" Mo Hua asked.

"No," Jian Gugu said in a solemn tone, "I don't know what's in it, and I'm a weapon refiner. I make swords every day, so I don't have the chance to enter the Demon Refining Pot."

"Okay," Mo Hua nodded, "Then let's go around."

Everything must be prioritized.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is too big, and I definitely won’t be able to visit it all. In this case, don’t add extraneous details.

"Lead the way." Mo Hua ordered again.

The sword bones stayed honest and continued to guide the ink painting.

After walking for a while, I came across a large number of alchemy rooms. At a rough estimate, there were probably dozens of them.

In every alchemy room, there is a bone alchemy furnace.

Many demon cultivators are refining evil elixirs inside.

Some of the demonic beast materials, especially the internal organs, were transported over just after being slaughtered, and while they were fresh and dripping with blood, they were refined into elixirs.

Mo Hua frowned, somewhat confused.

"Why are there so many alchemy rooms in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?"

"The more evil pills, the better. No amount is too much... After all, there are so many demon cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons," Jiangu Gu said.

Mo Hua nodded slightly and said strangely:

"What about weapon refining? You are the only one in this valley who refines weapons?"

Jian Gugu patiently explained: "Elixirs are consumables, evil weapons are durable goods, they are different..."

"Besides, most of the demon cultivators in this valley are demon cultivators. Demon cultivators rely more on their own minions than evil weapons to kill people. Only those demon cultivators who must use evil weapons to cast their demonic skills, or who are proficient in swordsmanship, are reduced to Only sword cultivators who are unwilling to give up after cultivating demons will use evil weapons.”

"So the consumption of evil weapons is far less than that of evil pills."

"Besides, I'm not the only evil weapon master in this valley. There were a few before, but they couldn't endure it and one or two of them died."

"In the end I was the only one left..."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, and suddenly noticed something was wrong, "The other evil weapon masters were not killed by you, were they?"

Jian Gugu smiled softly, "To be honest, young master, only one evil weapon master can survive in the valley longer. Once there are more, they will be worthless."

This sword bone is really not a good thing...

Mo Hua silently cursed in his heart.

But it doesn’t matter, the ones who died were all evil weapon masters anyway.

Mo Hua asked again: "There is a weapon refining room and an alchemy room in this valley. Is there a place for drawing formations?"

Jian Gu Gu was startled, shook his head, and said through a message:

"I don't know about this. There are almost no formation masters among demon cultivators."

"No formation master?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Jian Gugu explained: "When a demon cultivates into the demon path, the physical body will become stronger due to the increase in demon power, but correspondingly, the spiritual consciousness will decline and the mind will become insane."

"The key to an formation master lies in his spiritual consciousness. Not only must his spiritual consciousness be strong, but he must also be sane."

"My consciousness has declined, I can't draw formations, my mind is unclear, and even the formation patterns will gradually be forgotten, so there are only a handful of formation masters in the demon cultivator..."

Jian Gugu's voice was low, "At least I have been living in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for hundreds of years, and I haven't seen a few formation masters."

"The only few who either couldn't adapt to the life of a demon cultivator died early, or they became the demon queen and lost their minds, gradually forgetting that they were formation masters..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Then where did the formations in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons come from?"

Jian Gu Gu was a little afraid to say.

Mo Hua held the hilt of the sword and smashed it on the ground several times.

Jiangu Gu was helpless and immediately said: "It's the leader."

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart, "Leader? Jindan realm demon cultivator?"

"No, it's not." Jian Gugu shook his head, "It's a foundation building, not a golden elixir. In this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, only three elders have golden elixirs."

"Why should a foundation builder be the leader?" Mo Hua was puzzled.

Jian Gu Gu said in a concentrated voice: "Because the demon patterns on all the demon cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons were painted by the leader himself..."

Mo Hua frowned.

Were all the demon patterns on the demon cultivators painted on by this leader?

This means that this leader has mastered almost all types of four-elephant demon formations?

At the same time, he also mastered the Shinto formation?

Wouldn't that be...even more powerful than myself?

How can a foundation-building monk have such strong formation attainments?

Mo Hua doesn’t believe it.

Of course, the main reason is dissatisfaction.

So far, he has not met any formation master in the same realm who is more powerful than himself.

"wrong……"

Mo Hua pondered for a while and soon realized a problem. He frowned and said, "You said that all the demon patterns on the demon cultivators were painted by this 'leader'?"

"But this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons must have been built for at least hundreds of years."

"How could this leader live for so long if he was only in the foundation-building realm?"

Jian Gugu shook his head and said: "This... I don't know. The leader of this valley is mysterious and unpredictable. I have only seen him a few times in the valley for hundreds of years, and he was far away. I don’t know his background.”

"A little weird..."

Mo Hua muttered.

There must be some secret hidden in this "leader".

But now time is urgent, so it is not advisable to get too entangled.

The most urgent thing is other things...

Mo Hua did not plan to stay in the alchemy room, because the alchemy was all evil pills, and it would be useless even if he stole or robbed them.

"Keep leading the way." Mo Hua said, "Take me to see the demon refining map."

Jian Gutou was a little nervous.

Especially since it was in the "evil" state, for some reason, it was more and more afraid of the demon refining map.

It reminded: "That map is very dangerous, it is best not to rush..."

Mo Hua asked: "How dangerous is it?"

Jian Gutou wanted to speak, but suddenly froze for a moment, and then realized that the demon refining map was dangerous, but "holding" his little ancestor might not be less dangerous.

Jian Gutou sighed.

Forget it, they are not good people.

Just take him there.

It would be best if this evil little ancestor died in the demon refining map, and he would be free.

By then, he could find a new "sword slave" and survive, leaving this ghost place and seeing the light of day again.

From now on, no one will dare to call him "Jian Gutou"!

Jian Gutou had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It tried its best.

In its eyes, Mo Hua was like an evil ghost.

The Demon Refining Map was purgatory.

Evil ghosts naturally had to go to purgatory.

What it had to do now was to take Mo Hua, the "evil ghost", into the "purgatory" of the Demon Refining Map, so that it would have a chance to escape.

"Young Master, please follow me. I am very familiar with this road and I will definitely not make any mistakes."

Jian Gutou said.

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

After that, Jian Gutou led the way and Mo Hua followed, passing through dozens of alchemy rooms, walking through several wide stone roads, avoiding many patrolling demon cultivators, climbing up a cliff, and looking forward.

On the towering mountain wall in the distance, a huge mural of demons dancing wildly caught his eyes.

Mo Hua's mind was shocked:

"This is... the Demon Refining Map?!"