The sun sets and night falls.
The mountain of demon refining has faded away from the sunset glow, and without the clarity of the day, it has become deep and depressing.
The night wind is cold and cold, insects and snakes are swimming on the ground, and occasionally monsters are whispering. I don't know what dangers are hidden in the dark night.
Fortunately, Xun Ziyou was in the late stage of Jin Dan.
Mo Hua followed him, and there was no risk along the way.
The two of them used their skills and took advantage of the cover of darkness to reach the depths of the dense forest, where a stream of blood gurgled and bones formed a beach.
At this time, when we had just arrived in Xushi, the moonlight was like ice, shining on the beach of bones, penetrating the inexplicable coldness.
But there was still no sign of the demon cultivator nearby.
The two of them waited nearby.
Waiting until Haishi, suddenly the evil wind suddenly rose, and the strong smell of blood spread.
The ink painting squatting on the tree looked down and saw gloomy black shadows appearing in the dense forest covered by the Shinto formation.
These black figures, wrapped in black robes, look like humans or monsters, standing on two legs or crawling on all fours. They come out of the darkness of the dense forest and gather one after another at the edge of the Bone Beach.
When the cold moonlight shines on them, one or two of them look like evil ghosts crawling out of purgatory, which is frightening to see.
After a while, another group of demon cultivators came.
These demon cultivators were either dragging, carrying, or carrying the bloody demon beast corpses or limbs.
These monster beasts seemed to have been recently hunted.
They threw these monsters on the beach of bones.
A group of demon cultivators went to the stream and began to eat the flesh and blood of these demonic beasts.
The scene was once very bloody.
Xun Ziyou felt a little uncomfortable and turned his head to look at the ink painting.
Mo Hua's expression was as usual, as if he had expected this scene, or had been accustomed to all this.
Xun Ziyou is a little incredible.
This kid...why is he so calm?
Is it possible that he has seen scenes that were more bloody and cruel, or more "demon-like" scenes?
What did he go through at such a young age?
Xunzi was surprised when he suddenly noticed movement in Taixu Ling. When his consciousness sank in, he saw that Mo Hua was sending him a message:
"Elder Xun, please find another place where you can eavesdrop."
Xun Ziyou was startled, and when he looked up, he saw Mo Hua giving him a look and nodding to the other side.
There is a taller tree on the other side.
There were three demon cultivators under the tree. They seemed to have eaten and drank enough. They had lost their demonic form and transformed into human forms. They were wrapped in black robes and gathered together. They didn't know what to talk about.
Xun Ziyou was a little startled.
This kid probably wasn't eavesdropping on his first day.
From the looks of it, I'm afraid he is a "veteran" in eavesdropping...
Xunzi sighed and nodded.
The two of them moved lightly from the treetop on one side to the branch on the other side.
As soon as he settled down, a hoarse voice came from below.
"It tastes bad..."
"The meat of the monster is too astringent, as dry as firewood, and chewing is too strenuous."
A demon cultivator was still chewing something in his mouth, his voice was as low as a ferocious beast, "It's good to eat human flesh, human flesh is tender..."
"Did you dream about your mother? In this Demon Refining Mountain, there are all disciples of the sect. How can we eat them?"
"It's not that you can't eat it, you can just eat it secretly... I have picked it up before. There was a disciple of unknown sect who got lost in the mountains and forests. I took the opportunity to kill him, tore him into pieces and ate him alive. His skin and flesh were indeed better than
The monster is much more delicious, and even the bones are much crispier..."
A demon cultivator scolded: "Master said, keep a low profile and you will cause less trouble."
"It's okay, there is no one around, and no one else knows how he died."
Among the noise, another voice said:
"It's a pity. It would be nice to have female disciples. Female disciples are more tender..."
A demon cultivator couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, do you want to eat it?"
A gloomy and harsh laughter sounded, "Play to death first, then eat, it's the same..."
When Xunzi heard this, murderous intent spread in his heart.
Mo Hua immediately tugged on his sleeve.
Xun Ziyou paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and suppressed the murderous intention in his heart.
The few demon cultivators below were still chatting in low voices.
"Yes, I hang out in the mountains and forests every day, eating demon meat, drinking demon blood, and living like a demon beast. I almost fucking forgot that I am human..."
"...I've been trapped here for too long. If I don't vent and find some humanity, I will really be like those monsters."
"It's no use."
A demon cultivator sneered, "Since you start practicing demon skills, your humanity will begin to disappear, and it will be useless no matter what."
"Playing with women?" He snorted coldly, "After a while, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will be nothing more than a ball of raw meat in your eyes."
"What you're thinking about is how to skin it and eat it alive. You won't have any other desires."
A demon cultivator next to him scolded him, "Damn you, you are too deeply possessed by the devil."
"What a fucking bummer..."
"Ignore him. He has been cultivating demons for a hundred years, and he no longer knows how to write the word 'human'."
The original demon cultivator sneered and said indifferently:
"When you have practiced for a hundred years, you will know that what I said is right."
"Humans are just a kind of monster. Men and women, beautiful and ugly, are nothing more than a ball of rotten meat. As long as they can be eaten in their mouths, they don't care at all..."
Then these demon cultivators chatted for a while on this issue.
After that, several other demon cultivators gathered around.
As the number of people increased, the words became more mixed.
The ink painting sounds a bit messy.
After an unknown amount of time, a demon cultivator finally mentioned a word that Mo Hua was very concerned about.
"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."
A voice is still young, and the emotion in the words is heavy. It seems that the demonization is not deep, and the human nature has not been annihilated by the demon cultivator:
"In two days, we will enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Within a year, we will not be able to come out to 'fight in the wild' again."
"If you behave well inside, we will let you out for some fresh air in advance."
"Having said that, the valley is too dull, fishy and smelly, and every day feels like a year."
"Okay," a demon cultivator said impatiently, "stop complaining and mention less about things in the valley."
"'Young Master' has given us demonic spells and demon patterns, and we must do our best to serve him."
Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping on the tree, raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
Young Master again?
Who is this young man?
And it's a little strange...
After these words were spoken, the other demon cultivators were obviously a little cold-blooded.
There were even a few demon cultivators, although they were silent and looked normal, Mo Hua seemed to be able to sense a hint of anger and unwillingness from their consciousness...
"Something's wrong..."
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
After that, the place was a little dull for a while, until a few more demon cultivators came over, and the conversation started again.
It's just that these conversations were unclear and intermittent.
Mo Hua listened for a long time, and finally pieced together some key information from the fragments of words:
In the land of blood and bones, there is a Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is the home base of all demon cultivators.
The entrance to the valley is closed all year round and strictly guarded, and is opened only once a month.
There are many demon cultivators in the valley, and they go out in batches to "hunt" - that is, to poach demon beasts in the Demon Refining Mountain.
Poached monsters will be dealt with separately according to their species.
Either use it as "ration" for demon cultivators, eat it alive, peel off the bones, throw them on the bone beach, and practice the formation;
Or capture them alive and send them to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for who knows what purpose...
And the White Bone Beach is indeed painted with evil formations.
What kind of evil formation it was specifically, Mo Hua didn't overhear the answer.
Most of these demon cultivators are formation-blind. Even if they had some attainments in formations before and became demon cultivators, eating so much demon meat raw would definitely damage their brains. There are probably not many left who can use their brains normally.
It's probably unrealistic to expect to hear the details of the formation from their mouths even if you don't understand it yourself.
But Mo Hua still heard some clues.
According to a demon cultivator, he said in a solemn voice:
"Unless on the sixteenth day of every month, when the moon is full, the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters opens, and the White Bone Path appears, no one, no monster, is allowed to enter the depths of the Blood Stream, nor can they enter the mouth of the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters..."
"Once you violate this taboo and step into the land of bones and the depths of the blood stream, you will be cursed, lose your mind, and die of madness..."
This evil cultivator talks so eloquently.
Mo Hua was also confused when he heard this, but based on these words and his own experience in Taoism, he could probably guess that the methods deployed in the land of bones were probably evil formations related to evil spirits.
As for what specific evil formation it is...
I am an upright formation master, and if I don’t follow some crooked ways, I won’t be able to tell for a while.
It is now Hai hour.
The blood stream stinks and the bones are thick.
Above the head is the cold moonlight.
Mo Hua raised his head, followed the gurgling blood stream, and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he found that there was an eerie, bloody and deep Qi in the distance, dormant in the darkness like a ferocious beast.
"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."
All secrets should be hidden inside.
But the question now is, how to enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?
Or, without having to think about how to get in, just let Elder Xun call for people, start from the outside, and start killing directly?
Mo Hua frowned and thought.
At this moment, two demon cultivators sneaked away from the "crowd" and walked into the dense forest.
Mo Hua was slightly startled, then glanced at Xun Ziyou.
Xun Ziyou obviously also discovered it.
The two people's eyes met, and they each nodded understandingly, and then set off together, walking through the forest, quietly following the two sin cultivators.
Xun Ziyou is a golden elixir cultivator, so it is naturally easy for him to follow two foundation-building demon cultivators.
But when he looked back, he found that there were only ink paintings in the middle stage of foundation building. When doing this kind of thing, he did it with ease, without showing any trace or making any sound. His light figure seemed to be integrated with the night.
Even if you don't pay attention, you will almost ignore him.
Xunziyou was slightly shocked, but at that moment he felt confident.
This well-behaved child must have done a lot of "bad things"...
However, Xun Ziyou was so proficient in ink painting that he could keep up with his pace, and Xun Ziyou felt relieved.
The two demon cultivators broke away from the demon group and walked farther and farther away, silently along the way. They only whispered to each other when "no one was around".
"...Is this really good?"
"What's wrong? Do you want to stay in that disgusting valley for the rest of your life?"
"But……"
"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements..."
One of the tall demon cultivators lowered his voice and said hoarsely:
"I am from Yanshui City. I am a disciple of the Jin family who looks after us. I have some connections with my father's generation. I will turn a blind eye or close an eye..."
"As long as we pretend to die, we can escape from the sea of ​​suffering."
"There are people in the valley covering for us."
The other younger demon cultivator was still a little hesitant.
Gao Da Yao Cultivator said: "Think about it, as long as we go out and use our abilities to find random demon sect gangsters, we can have food and women if we want them. We don't have to live like livestock in this mountain. How can we do that?"
Not cool and comfortable?"
The young demon cultivator was indeed moved.
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 famous families.
But somehow, he fell to this point.
To his parents and family, he was already "dead".
But in the Demon Refining Mountain, he is still alive, living like a ghost or a ghost, like a monster who cannot see the light.
Even thinking about it now, he felt 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 monster 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 kept his voice extremely low.
"I'm telling you this secretly, and I 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 Small 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 immediately put his whole body on guard, preparing to take action to contain the evil cultivator, and then hid behind Elder Xun, asking Elder Xun to solve this problem for him.
But before he could stand up, the tall demon cultivator pointed his finger.
But what he pointed 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 can 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 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 to compare with those truly talented young men?"
"I dare to look down on anyone."
"Yes, your talent is pretty good, but so what?"
"I have a lot of arrogance but no brains. I don't know how to bow my head when I see someone I can't 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, "I will kill you and use you as a cushion before I can go out."
As he said that, he smiled gloomily and said, "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 punished with a drink."
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.
Demonic 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 with a look of shock. 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 that contained 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 get 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 this 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, his mouth full of blood, but didn't 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 was felt, 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 you."
Xunzi was stunned for a moment and looked at the ink painting with a complicated expression.
How could this kid kill more decisively than himself...
This was just a face-to-face meeting. I 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 then 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 you, the 'brother', have 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 take the first step and go directly to apologize?"
The demon cultivator opened his pupils wide and looked at the ink painting with resentment.
But before he could say anything, a sword light flashed across his body, and the tall demon cultivator's head was missing, and he was killed on the spot.
Chapter completed!