The golden light is as condensed as a line, and the murderous intention in the sword is awe-inspiring.
The expression of the old demon cultivator changed drastically, and he immediately transformed into a demonic beast, closed his jointed limbs, blocked his body, and at the same time quickly retreated, trying his best to avoid the sword.
But this sword is extremely fast.
Before he could take a few steps back, the golden sword light with sharp killing intent was already approaching.
The old demon cultivator gritted his teeth and used hard body parts to block the vital parts of his body.
Then the sword pattern flashed, golden light bloomed, and the spiritual sword shattered, like a golden lotus blooming side by side, gorgeous and dangerous.
In an instant, sword energy overflowed and blood mist exploded.
The limbs that were severed by the sword energy were scattered in all directions, and the flesh and blood cut by the broken sword also exploded all over the ground.
Ouyang Mu opened his mouth.
Although this was not the first time he had seen Senior Brother Mo's sword, this type of sword was really unbelievable. The sword light was beautiful, but the sword aura was dangerous, far beyond that of ordinary monks in the same realm.
So every time he saw it, he was inevitably shocked.
After the sword energy dissipated and the blood mist dissipated, the weapon refining room was in a mess, as if it had been washed by blood.
A moment later, in the middle of the field, a mass of flesh and blood was trembling.
The old demon cultivator is not dead.
He is at the pinnacle of foundation building cultivation.
Mo Hua is only in the middle stage of foundation building. Although relying on the Broken Golden Sword Formation and the power of divine sword control is enough to pose a great threat to the later stage of foundation building, it is still a bit unrealistic to kill this old demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building in one fell swoop.
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The flesh and blood of the old demon cultivator trembled a few times, and then like a snake and an insect shedding its skin, a layer of flesh and blood shed away, revealing the stooped and old figure underneath.
But his breath instantly became much weaker.
The face is also getting older.
Obviously, this serious injury and skin sloughing consumed his last bit of vitality and brought him one step closer to his final limit.
At the same time, his expression became more solemn, even with a hint of fear.
This kind of sword control...
Golden elixir?!
"No," the old demon cultivator shook his head and thought, "It can't be the golden elixir. The spiritual power has not been crystallized, but it is still at the foundation level."
"But... what kind of foundation-building monk can master such a powerful and strange sword-controlling method?"
"In this prison of ten thousand demons, where demon cultivators are everywhere, who can control a sword so purely?"
At this moment, this terrifying sword cultivator was hiding in the dark, peeping at him.
The old demon cultivator was confused and frightened. He opened his eyes and looked around, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Where is this fellow Taoist?"
"Why don't you show up and meet me?"
There was no echo or movement around.
The old demon cultivator let go of his consciousness. The walls were empty and he still couldn't sense anything, but he knew that someone must be lurking in the dark.
The old demon cultivator sneered, "If you have such a superb swordsmanship, how can you behave like a villain, hiding your head and showing your tail, not daring to show your face?"
Mo Hua naturally didn't talk nonsense with him.
He has already taken out his second spiritual sword.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him.
In this world, if there is something that cannot be solved by using the sword once, then use it again.
With everything ready, Mo Hua's consciousness began to lock in again.
The expression of the old demon cultivator suddenly changed.
He felt that there was a cold, obscure, strange, and inexplicably majestic consciousness coming to him quietly.
Divine consciousness locked!
Before, his focus was entirely on killing Ouyang Mu, so he almost didn't notice this strange and obscure spiritual consciousness.
Now that he had been stabbed by a sword, he was like a frightened bird. With full concentration, his perception became much sharper.
This was a kind of divine consciousness that he had never experienced before.
It's even so weird and complicated that it doesn't look like human consciousness at all.
The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart.
He wanted to get rid of the lock of this spiritual consciousness, but as soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, he found that this ray of spiritual consciousness was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he could not get rid of it at all.
The old demon cultivator looked horrified.
"Die!"
I am at the end of my strength.
If that terrible sword strikes again, I will definitely die!
This cultivation, ambition, and century-old plan for the golden elixir will all be in vain!
"no!"
"How to save yourself?!"
The old demon cultivator was in panic, and he immediately flicked his sleeves, and five or six evil daggers several feet long, quenched with centipede demon poison, were shot at Ouyang Mu at the side.
Sure enough, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis in his body that was locked by his divine consciousness faded away.
Several evil swords, containing the demonic power at the peak of Foundation Establishment, streaked through the air with streaks of blood and went straight to Ouyang Mu to kill him.
Ouyang Mu was startled and could only retreat as much as possible.
But he couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't prevent it at all.
At this moment, a golden light flashed in the sky.
A golden spiritual sword flew through the air and exploded with a ball of golden sword energy, destroying all these bloody evil swords.
Spiritual power and evil power intertwine and strangle.
A powerful wave of spiritual power spread, accompanied by fine sword energy and sword fragments.
In desperation, Ouyang Mu only had time to cross his arms to protect himself, before he was blown away by the aftermath of the sword exchange and fell into the corner.
Ouyang Mu struggled to get up, with blood at the corner of his mouth.
He was slightly injured.
But Xinmai was wearing the breast shield Mo Hua gave him, so it was no big deal.
At this moment, the old demon cultivator's cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter and he looked toward the roof.
The golden spiritual sword just now was fast and powerful, and it destroyed all his evil swords, but at the same time, it also exposed the position of the sword.
The old demon cultivator immediately injected demon power into an evil sword.
This evil sword has a snake pattern on its blade, it is longer than the previous one, and it is soaked in blood-colored light due to the injection of evil power.
The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the evil snake-patterned sword radiated with blood. Like a poisonous snake, it bit out and went straight to the roof.
The bloody sword light hit the roof and exploded.
For a time, the stone wall cracked and rubble was scattered.
Before the sword light hit, a thin figure fell from the roof and landed indoors.
The old demon cultivator snorted coldly.
"No matter how cunning you are, if you haven't been forced out by me, I want to see who you are..."
The dust dispersed, and the figure falling from the roof gradually became clear.
Slender figure, fair complexion.
The face is stained with dust and looks dirty, but you can see the beauty between the eyebrows and the trace of innocence and childishness in the expression.
The old demon cultivator glanced at it, his pupils shrank, and he was a little confused.
"A... brat?!"
The person who sneak-attacked me with that extremely sharp Broken Gold Sword was this... a kid who looked innocent?!
No, absolutely impossible!
The old demon cultivator looked solemn and asked in a deep voice:
"Kid, who are you?"
Mo Hua smiled and said nothing.
The old demon cultivator was shocked.
Could it be... an old monster with childish face and black hair?
But, that's not right either.
His physical body is very weak, and his spiritual power does not appear to be strong. His blood is fresh and young, without any stale air. He is obviously young and does not look like an old monster at all.
The old demon cultivator's expression moved slightly, and he guessed in his mind:
"This kid...perhaps had some chance encounter. Although he has poor qualifications, he is extremely talented in swordsmanship. Therefore, he has mastered such a powerful sword at a young age."
"But apart from handling a sword, I'm afraid I don't know anything about it."
"That's why he didn't dare to show his face. He only dared to hide in the dark and make sneak attacks with his sword..."
The old demon cultivator had a plan in mind. He glanced at Mo Hua slowly, then at Ouyang Mu beside him, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Little brother, are you from the same family as this boy from the Ouyang family?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said:
"That's right."
His voice is as clear and sweet as pearls falling on a jade plate.
The old demon cultivator's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that he was indeed a young child.
He felt more and more incredible in his heart, but there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Little brother, I don't tell secrets. Although I don't know how you got in, you should understand that this is the Prison of Ten Thousand Demons. Once discovered, no matter how superb your swordsmanship is, you will be killed by hundreds or even thousands of people."
The demon cultivator tore it into pieces and swallowed it alive."
"Many demon cultivators are desperately besieging you. Even the golden elixir is at risk of falling, let alone a kid like you who is in the middle stage of foundation building..."
"To be honest, I also have some secrets that I don't want outsiders to know..." The old demon cultivator slowed down, "Why don't we each give up?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "Old liar, don't lie to me. Even if I want to give up, you won't give up."
The old demon cultivator paused for a moment and said kindly: "Little brother, why do you say this?"
Mo Hua smiled slightly and said:
"Old liar, you made a sword bone and wanted to form an elixir. Now that the arrow is on the string, success or failure is on the line. How can you give up?"
"Do you really think I'm a child? You still want to lie to me?"
The old demon cultivator frowned slightly, then with a smile of unknown meaning on his lips, "How do you know that I want to forge sword bones and form golden elixirs?"
"Nonsense," Mo Hua said, "Who doesn't want to form an elixir?"
The old demon cultivator's eyes were slightly cold, "Then do you know how I forge sword bones and form elixirs?"
Mo Hua looked confident:
"Don't think I don't know, your sword bone has already been cast. As for forming the elixir, it's nothing more than using Junior Brother Mu as a guide and using some unorthodox methods to form the golden elixir."
When Mo Hua said this, he paid attention to the old demon cultivator's spiritual consciousness.
It's just that this old demon cultivator is obviously an old swindler. At this time, when the two are facing each other, he is extremely vigilant and his consciousness does not fluctuate significantly.
Mo Hua was not sure for a moment, whether his guess was right or wrong.
Or maybe I only guessed half of it right?
While Mo Hua was meditating, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu saying urgently:
"Senior Brother Mo, it's not good! This old guy is eating secretly!"
Mo Hua was startled.
Ouyang Muze looked anxious.
At first, he listened to the two people talking and didn't pay attention. Later, he accidentally noticed that the old demon cultivator's back movements were somewhat abnormal. He looked sideways and suddenly realized that the old demon cultivator stretched his back out of nowhere.
Two slender limbs appeared, and a crawling insect mouth was opened on the back of the head.
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At this moment, he was carrying an ink painting on his back and kept using his arthropods to feed a flesh-colored elixir into the mouth of the insect on the back of his head.
Ouyang Mu didn't finish his words.
The old demon cultivator suddenly looked ferocious.
Not only Ouyang Mu, but also this brat who came out of nowhere, he wants to kill these two brats and use them as an introduction to his own evil sword!
His end was approaching, but now he was wounded by a sword and was about to die. He had to fight for this only glimmer of hope!
Just now, he was chatting with Mo Hua while feeding himself the elixir.
At the same time, I also made some calculations in my mind.
Ouyang Mu, that boy, is good at forging swords, but it doesn't matter if he is vulnerable to a real fight.
The important thing is this boy who can wield a sword.
This weird kid is indeed excellent in swordsmanship, but his physical body and spiritual power are weak, so he must be afraid of being approached.
Moreover, his sword control is a long-distance sword control.
As long as he is entangled at close range and unable to wield a sword, no matter how superb his swordsmanship is, it is nothing more than fish on his own sword!
Victory or defeat depends on this one move, life and death also depend on this one move!
Right now, as long as you strike first, the advantage lies with you!
In the eyes of the old demon cultivator, the evil energy surged, and his body began to demonize again. Even if there was insufficient time, the demonic power was not fully restored, and he could only demonize half of it, becoming an ugly monster that was half human and half centipede, but it was enough.
This sword-wielding brat is no match for him as long as he gets close!
The demonic wind suddenly rises, and the bloody light vibrates.
The old demon cultivator suddenly started to attack at an extremely fast speed.
He could even see the "panic" look on Mo Hua's face opposite him, as well as his helpless look.
"Poor child..."
The old demon cultivates his mind.
But there was no mercy in his heart.
The two jointed limbs, like sharp sickles, cut towards Mo Hua's body, as if they wanted to cut Mo Hua into three sections along the waist.
But the next moment, the water light flashed, and Mo Hua's figure disappeared.
The old demon cultivator was startled.
Shenfa?
But he didn't give up. He caught a glimpse of Mo Hua's figure from the corner of his eye and continued to swing his limbs to chop at Mo Hua.
The figure of the ink painting is as light as water, leaning against the sharp limbs, and escaping dangerously.
This was done three more times.
All the ink paintings escaped.
The old demon cultivator felt angry.
Where did this damn brat learn such weird movements?
But he was unable to dismount from the tiger, so he could only drag his long centipede body, waving his jointed limbs, and kept chasing the ink paintings with slashes.
If you don't get close enough to hack Mo Hua to death, once you allow Mo Hua to distance himself and wield the sword with your spiritual consciousness, you will be the one who dies.
Mo Hua's figure was like water, avoiding the attack of the old demon cultivator.
The scene was somewhat stalemate for a while.
After hiding like this for dozens of rounds, Mo Hua was quite embarrassed and said when he had time:
"Old liar, forget it, I have good physical skills, you can't kill me."
The old demon cultivator snorted coldly, "I am killing you and you are running away. Even if you can dodge a hundred moves, if you can't dodge even one move, you will die in my hands!"
"I just took a lot of pills, I can use them slowly with you!"
The old demon cultivator's eyes were ferocious.
Mo Hua's expression was solemn, with a hint of anxiety, but after just a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon:
"What a coincidence, I just set up a lot of formations, I don't want to waste time with you."
When the old demon cultivator heard this, he looked stunned for a moment.
Then suddenly a chill came over my heart.
He lowered his head and saw that at some point, layers of formations were painted on the ground. One of the formations was shining with golden light, like a golden lock, and had wrapped around his limbs.
The old demon cultivator's pupils trembled.
When I was chasing this kid, he led me step by step into the center of this dense formation?!
When did he set up the formation?
How is this possible?!
An extremely strong omen of death enveloped his whole body.
The old demon cultivator's expression was twisted, and he almost tried his best to escape from these formations.
But it's too late.
Wrapped in golden locks, the earth explodes with fire.
Golden light and fire spread directly.
Mo Hua's feet were like a dragonfly floating on water, floating back step by step. At the same time, he was also activating the formation in circles.
Every time he took a step back, a circle of formations exploded, covering the old demon cultivator layer by layer until he was completely engulfed.
The two spiritual powers of earth fire and earth killing fluctuate, constantly intersecting and strangling.
The light of fire and earth alternate with each other.
Finally, when the fluctuations in the formation subsided, the old demon cultivator had been strangled by the formation, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.
The evil weapon room suddenly became quiet.
Only the gloomy fire was still burning "sizzlingly".
Ouyang Mu breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked at the middle of the formation explosion, where the old demon cultivator turned into flesh and blood. Thinking that he was once a swordsmith of the Ouyang family in Tai'amen, he felt somewhat complicated.
Then he turned his head and said: "Senior Brother Mo..."
But before he finished speaking, Mo Hua shook his head.
Ouyang Mu was startled, "What's wrong?"
"It's not over yet..."
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
Ouyang Mu's heart froze, and he immediately looked at the old demon cultivator who was still flesh and blood, and saw a trace of golden-red blood shining between the flesh and blood.
That's a sword.
It is the sword bone that the old demon cultivator used to forge with his own "spine".
It was also the natal evil sword that he carefully prepared for his promotion to the Golden Elixir.
At this time, the evil bone sword glowed with golden light, and the blood flowed like magma, evaporating little by little the remaining flesh and blood body of the old demon cultivator.
Ouyang Mu's face turned pale.
When this old demon cultivator was about to die, he sacrificed his life and flesh and blood and activated the evil sword!
The flesh and blood evaporated by the sword energy and evil fire emitted a thin mist of blood and a disgusting human smell.
The blood mist of the evil sword instantly enveloped the entire room.
Ouyang Mu was dizzy for a moment, and felt that his whole body was like a dream, and he couldn't tell the difference between true and false, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body.
Just when I didn't know what to do, I heard a voice from afar:
"Black cloth, wrapped around the forehead!"
Brother Mo!
Ouyang Mu was excited and immediately followed the instructions, wrapping the black cloth that Mo Hua had given him before around his forehead.
Once the black cloth is wrapped around it, everything seems to be cut off.
My head no longer hurts, my head doesn't feel dizzy, and I no longer have that blurry feeling in my dreams.
"Stay where you are, don't move." Mo Hua said again.
"good."
Ouyang Mu nodded, then followed Mo Hua's instructions and meditated obediently on the spot.
On the other side, Mo Hua indulged in the dreamlike feeling and listened to the whispers in his ears. It took him a long time before he felt like his consciousness was being withdrawn.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a pool of blood.
In the middle of the blood pool, there is a ferocious bone sword.
And it was surrounded by formations.
This formation pattern is exactly the Shinto formation pattern that the old demon cultivator painted on the sword bone.
Inside the blood pool, it was eerily quiet.
Mo Hua frowned slightly, and when he was confused, he suddenly became frightened.
A bloody and evil spiritual aura emerged from all around and was injected into the bone sword.
The bone sword seemed to have been injected with "soul" and integrated into "flesh and blood". Blood oozed from it, white bones grew out, white flesh grew out, expanded and grew little by little... and finally turned into a sword with two hands and six claws.
The ferocious and ruthless "Bone Centipede Sword Demon".
And his face and breath are vaguely discernible.
It was that old demon cultivator.
After the old demon transformed into the complete White Bone Sword Demon, he couldn't help but let out a low and terrifying sinister laugh.
"finally……"
"I am done!"
"If the golden elixir cannot be formed, I will continue to live in the form of the evil 'Sword Demon'..."
Then its pair of dark, evil eyes turned and looked at the ink painting indifferently.
After a moment, it suddenly frowned:
"Why have you become smaller?"
The ink painting in the form of spiritual thoughts is still the little kid before foundation building.
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, with a cold look in his eyes.
"That's all," the tall and ferocious old demon cultivator who transformed into a bone-stained sword demon didn't care, and laughed wildly:
"Smaller and tender, just right for appetizing..."
Its expression suddenly became stern, and one of its arms turned into a bone sword, drawing out a ray of white light and slashing at the ink painting.
It is now a demon and a sword demon!
Being in its own natal bone sword and nourished by the blood pool, it can feel that the power of its evil thoughts is unprecedentedly powerful.
It is not afraid of anyone, any evil spirit, or any demon.
It wants to chop this little kid into pieces, and then swallow it up bite by bite, as a gift for itself to become a demon!
The sword of bones fell suddenly.
Then it came to an abrupt end in just a moment...
The ferocious smile of the Bone Sword Demon froze on his face.
It saw an incomprehensible scene.
The bone sword was caught by Mo Hua with his bare hands.
Mo Hua, who had a fair face and looked very young compared to the huge body of the White Bone Sword Demon, stretched out a small hand and easily grasped the seemingly sharp and evil bone sword.
There was not even a scratch on her fair little hands.
The White Bone Sword Demon moved the bone sword a few times and found that the sword body was gripped by Mo Hua. No matter how hard it exerted force, it could not move.
It suddenly realized that something seemed not right...
Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, "You want to eat me?"
The Bone Sword Demon was silent.
The ink painting was gently pinched and it made a squeaking sound.
The bone sword was crushed to pieces with bare hands.
The Bone Sword Demon was startled, and suddenly took a breath of cold air, and his face instantly turned whiter than his bones.
Chapter completed!