Entering Demon Refining Mountain, passed through the mountain gate, and walked straight up the mountain. After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly stopped and shouted to the forest beside him:
"Elder Xun."
After a while, Elder Xun slowly walked out among the lush green trees.
As expected, Mo Hua said with a smile:
"Elder Xun, I'm going to the mountains to practice a little Dharma. It's not a big deal, so I won't bother you to follow me."
Killing the gods out of the body is considered a more advanced application of the magic of turning divine thoughts into swords.
The Taixu Spiritual Mind Transformation Sword True Technique is the Taixu Sect’s forbidden sword technique.
When Patriarch Dugu passed it on to Mo Hua, he was explicitly prohibited from telling anyone.
It is not convenient for Elder Xunziyou to see the ink paintings.
Xunzi thought about it for a moment, and he immediately understood.
What needs to be repaired in ink painting should be some relatively confidential inheritance.
Either a formation, a Taoist method, or a body method or something like that...
These inheritance must have been taught to him by his ancestors.
And given the ancestor's preference for ink painting, and the unique aptitude for ink painting itself, these methods taught by him are definitely not trivial, and it is indeed inconvenient for me to peep into them.
Xun Ziyou guessed correctly.
But what he didn't expect was that the "ancestor" was indeed the ancestor, but not the "ancestor" he thought.
Xun Ziyou confirmed again, "Is it really okay?"
Mo Hua nodded, "Well, I'll do the work, don't worry."
Xun Ziyou thought about it for a while, but that was true. In the closed Gushan tomb, with so many late-stage Jindan demons, he could do ink painting with ease, let alone the Demon Refining Mountain in broad daylight.
"Okay." Xun Ziyou nodded, "I'm drinking tea at the mountain gate. If anything happens to you, tell me with the Taixu Order."
"Well, thank you very much, Elder Xun." Mo Hua cupped his hands and said.
Xun Ziyou waved his hand, "You can practice on your own, I won't disturb you anymore."
Since Mo Hua didn't let him follow him, he was happy and free.
Anyway, he was drinking tea at the gate of the mountain. If anything happened to Mo Hua, he could rush there as soon as possible.
After saying this, Xun Ziyou turned around and walked down the mountain.
But as he walked, he suddenly paused slightly, and a doubt arose in his heart:
"How did the kid Mo Hua know that I was hiding in the woods just now?"
Guessed?
If he guessed it, it would be normal. After all, this child has a heart and seven orifices, is extremely smart, and he often follows him, so he should be able to guess it.
But if you guessed it, it would be impossible to guess it so accurately, and you would directly guess where you are hiding...
Could it be...perception?
Xun Ziyou's heart skipped a beat.
I am in the late stage of Golden Elixir, and I have gained wisdom every time I learned it. My experience in "tracking" ink paintings has been rich enough, and I am careful enough, and my aura has all restrained...
Can this still be perceived?
It's not that evil...
Xun Ziyou frowned.
…
On the other side, Mo Hua has arrived at Demon Refining Mountain.
He wants to choose a monster to "test the sword" with.
Monster beasts are physically strong, have deep demon power, are greedy and bloodthirsty, and are generally a small level stronger than monks.
Therefore, the realm of this monster beast is best at the middle stage of the second level.
It will be a bit more difficult at the later stage of the second grade, but it's okay.
As for the third grade...
I won’t consider ink painting for now.
That third-grade demon beast was in the Golden Core Realm. Its blood was frighteningly rich and its demonic power was as real as substance. It was no match for him at all.
In fact, Mo Hua has no interest in dealing with third-grade monsters.
Because it doesn't make any sense.
As long as he was careless and was patted or even lightly touched by the golden elixir monster, his life would probably be lost.
Moreover, Mo Hua was not sure whether his God-Slaying Sword could hurt a third-grade monster when it came out of his body.
If he can use his full power to release the complete power of the God-Slaying Sword that combines the Five Elements Sword Formation, Taixu Sword Intention, and Taishang Qing, 100% without loss, Mo Hua is confident that he can
Kill the demonic consciousness of the third-grade demonic beast.
But now he uses his eyes as an orifice and spiritual power as a guide to break through the wall of reality and reality, and the power of the sword he releases with his spiritual thoughts is only one-tenth.
Then he felt unsure.
One-tenth of the power, what else can you ask for?
Therefore, it is best to find a second-level mid-level swordsman to try the sword. Even if you can't kill him, you can run away without any pressure.
Mo Hua made up his mind and wandered in the mountains.
All in all, it had been a long time since he came to Demon Refining Mountain to hunt monsters. The scene around him was both familiar and a little strange.
But as I walked around, I realized something was wrong with the ink painting.
There seem to be a lot fewer monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain.
The entire mountain top is much cleaner.
He had walked for several miles without seeing even a shadow of a monster.
Mo Hua frowned, "Where are the monsters?"
"Killed cleanly?"
"Who did it?"
Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and then slowly realized that it seemed...
His junior brothers from the Taixu Sect killed them...
They should still be holding their own "Monster Hunting Strategy", using their own demon hunting formations, wearing their own designed demon hunting armor, and using the demon hunting spiritual weapons he asked Master Gu to customize to kill these monsters.
…
They cooperate with each other tacitly, and "Tao soldiers" hunt monsters, which is naturally efficient and kills quickly.
But it wasn't originally going to be so fast.
The reason why they were killed so quickly is most likely because the three sects merged.
Taixu Sect, Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect came together, and the number of disciples increased more than three times.
The scale of Mo Hua's junior disciples has naturally expanded.
The three sects are combined into one sect, and the branches are connected with the same energy.
The disciples of Tai'amen and Chongxumen also call Mo Hua "little senior brother", and they also follow his "monster hunting process".
Equivalent to, there was originally one team of "Tao soldiers", but now there are three teams.
The speed of hunting is naturally faster.
And, that’s not all…
Mo Hua is now in his eighth year at Taixu Sect, and is already a disciple in the later stage of Foundation Establishment.
In front of him, there were two new disciples.
These disciples are also following his example, following the demon hunting process formulated by his "Senior Brother Mo", and going into the mountains to hunt demons.
In this way, the number of people will be even greater...
Thinking about ink painting makes my scalp numb.
The Demon Refining Mountain is very big, and there are many monsters. It is not possible to kill them all, but at least the Taixu Sect mountain top cannot support his group of Taixu Sect juniors.
Moreover, monsters are not fools either.
Once the "Taoist transformation" monster hunting takes shape, the monsters will run to other hills on their own.
As a result, there are even fewer monsters in Taixu Sect's "territory".
"Don't leave any for me..."
Mo Hua looked at the empty hilltop and sighed.
Moreover, he also realized that this was not going to work.
This kind of killing is too cruel. Don't let me kill all the Demon Refining Mountain one day.
"When I go back, I need to find a way and formulate some rules to ensure the sustainable reproduction of monsters in Monster Refining Mountain..."
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
Otherwise, before he came, Demon Refining Mountain was fine.
After he came, all the monsters in the mountain were wiped out.
Doesn't it look like he is like a "disaster star"?
No, no, no...
Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.
After that, he continued to look for monsters.
But after wandering around for a while, I couldn't find a suitable target. Occasionally I saw a few, but they were too weak and there was no need to draw a sword.
Mo Hua had no choice but to walk a little deeper into the Demon Refining Mountain.
There should be more monsters in the depths.
Leaving the top of the mountain at Taixu Gate, we continued walking deeper. The mountain was steep, the trees were gloomy, and the miasma was heavy. As expected, there were more monsters.
Not long after, Mo Hua met a stingray rat demon.
In the middle stage of the second grade, the fur color is dark yellow, and there is a strong wind when running. Although it is a rat demon, it is still tall enough to be a person.
When the rat demon saw the lonely ink painting, the tip of its nose squirmed and it smelled the fresh human scent. It immediately rushed over without saying anything.
Monsters eat people, and they are never polite.
The ink painting condensed the fireball technique and fought with the stingray monster.
The figures of a man and a demon intertwined, the yellow wind and fireballs roared, and after dozens of rounds of fighting, Mo Hua slowly frowned.
After fighting this stingray rat monster, he realized a problem.
The real world is not like the sea of ​​consciousness.
The killing in the sea of ​​consciousness is a naked confrontation of spiritual thoughts. Each other's killing moves can directly hurt the spiritual thoughts and even the soul.
But in reality, human consciousness is stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.
The demon's demon consciousness is also stored in the sea of ​​skulls.
This is a restriction as well as a protection.
The spiritual thoughts in Mo Hua are not so powerful that they can directly penetrate flesh and blood to harm the inner spiritual consciousness or demonic consciousness of monks or monsters.
At least, he doesn't have this ability yet.
The only way is to use your eyes.
The spiritual thought turns into a sword, and comes out of Mo Hua's eyes. It must go through the eyes of other monks or monsters in order to hurt his inner consciousness.
He wanted to look into the eyes of the monster.
Monsters also want to look into his eyes.
Only in this way can the God-Slaying Sword be effective when it comes out of the body.
This is a problem that Mo Hua only realized when he had an actual battle with this stingray demon.
But the problem is that although the stingray demon in front of me is big, its eyes are very small.
Blood-red, long and narrow eyes like cat's eyes are located on both sides of the rat demon's head.
It's hard to look at the ink painting.
In addition, this sable rat demon moved quickly, running left and right, setting off a long yellow wind and rolling sand, blocking the line of sight, and the ink painting could hardly capture its eyes.
If you can't see the eyes, the God-Slaying Sword can't penetrate its flesh and blood and cut into its soul.
He couldn't use this stingray rat demon to "test the sword".
After fighting for dozens of rounds, the little eyes of the stingray demon still didn't give Mo Hua a single chance.
Mo Hua had no choice but to give up.
Although if he really wanted to kill this middle-level second-grade rat demon, he could kill it by force with some effort.
But this would take too much effort.
He went into the mountain to test his sword, not to hunt monsters.
What's more, this is the Demon Refining Mountain. Once the battle lasts for a long time and there is too much movement, it is easy to attract other monsters and get into trouble.
Mo Hua glanced at the stingray demon again, then his body flashed, turned into mist, and disappeared directly.
At this time, the stingray demon did not know that it was its small eyes that saved it.
I saw the ink painting turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.
The sable rat demon was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily.
It put its nose on the ground and sniffed for a long time, and finally smelled another delicious scent.
The stingray demon was greedy, but he hesitated in his actions.
Although its intelligence is weak, its instincts are sharp. After fighting for nearly a hundred rounds, it has noticed that this young boy from the human race is different from ordinary monks.
He doesn't seem to have any skills, he can only hit him with fireball skills, but he has a terrifying aura hidden in his body.
The stingray demon bared its teeth, but in the end did not dare to chase him. He arched his body, got into the ground, and fled to the other side.
In the woods on the other side, Mo Hua continued to look for monsters.
After that, he also encountered several monsters one after another, including wolf monsters, dog monsters, snake monsters, and bear monsters. Their realms ranged from the middle to the late second level.
But none of them allowed him to test the sword properly.
Monsters are not like humans, they come in different types and have strange shapes.
These monsters either have crooked eyes, squinted eyes, squinted eyes, small eyes, or one eye...it is not easy to look at each other at all.
There was even one, a blind one, which made Mo Hua so angry.
In addition, these monsters are all flexible and cunning in their movements.
After struggling with the ink painting for a long time, not a single sword was struck.
Not only that, because he provoked too many monsters, it actually caused riots.
Many monsters fought with each other to eat him.
But the ink painting movement technique was too flexible, and they couldn't eat the ink painting. Instead, they rolled up together and started fighting on their own.
Monsters have low intelligence and strong murderous nature. Once they fight each other and see blood, they will immediately be unable to contain their ferocity and start biting each other.
In the small mountain forest, chaos immediately broke out.
The demonic energy raged, the roar shook the mountain, and waves spread out.
Even Xun Ziyou, who was sitting at the mountain gate, heard the sounds of demonic roars coming and going.
Xunzi drank tea leisurely and didn't care much at all.
This is the Demon Refining Mountain, where there are clusters of demon beasts and demon hunting disciples. No matter what happens, there will always be a few demon roars that come from the mountains and forests in the distance.
Xun Ziyou took it for granted and didn't take it to heart, but after a while, his heart suddenly jumped.
Because he realized that today was different from usual.
Ink painting went up the mountain today!
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Ink painting is that "demon".
Wherever he goes, there's no guarantee that something will happen.
Xun Ziyou is Mo Hua's "bodyguard". He is very experienced in this kind of thing.
The mountains and forests are quiet, and the roar of demons continues.
Xun Ziyou's heart skipped a beat, and the good tea in his mouth lost its taste.
Although this commotion may not seem like a big deal, things related to ink painting are usually not simple.
Xunzi hesitated for a long time, then put down the tea cup, "No, I have to go and take a look."
He couldn't drink this tea anymore.
Go over and take a look. Even if nothing is really wrong, just take a look and feel at ease.
Xun Ziyou then rolled up his sleeves and stood up. His body swayed and turned into a sword light. He stepped on the forest tops in the mountain and fled directly to the Demon Refining Mountain.
Halfway through the journey, he gathered his breath and activated the hidden spiritual weapon, quietly shuttled through the mountains and forests, and quietly approached the top of the mountain where the monsters were turbulent.
When I arrived at the mountain, I saw a group of wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, fighting happily with blood flowing all over the ground.
Xun Ziyou's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked around, and finally found the ink painting on the big tree nearby.
At this time, Mo Hua was riding on a big tree branch and watching a play.
The monsters below were being killed fiercely, but he seemed quite leisurely up there.
Xun Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little speechless.
He knew that the commotion must have been caused by Mo Hua.
Now that the monster has beaten him to pieces, it would be better for him to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight.
Xun Ziyou shook his head.
But now that he's here, it's not good for him to just leave like this.
Xun Ziyou made no sound or showed any trace, and stayed aside for the time being.
But then he thought about it again and felt that this distance was a bit unsafe and might be noticed by Mo Hua, so he silently moved farther away.
On the tree, Mo Hua stared at the chaotic monsters below, feeling helpless.
He didn't want to make such a big fuss, but he couldn't help it, these monsters didn't cooperate with him at all.
As long as there is a monster with big eyes that stares at it honestly for a while, he has already finished trying the sword and will not cause such a big commotion.
"Let's wait and see what happens. Later we will see which monster is injured. Then we can tie it up with a formation and force it to look into my eyes..."
Mo Hua thought for a moment and felt that this was the only way.
So, he sat on the tree and quietly watched the monsters killing each other. When the situation calmed down, he would start picking up the leaks.
But after waiting for a while, before the commotion subsided, a stronger evil spirit suddenly came from the distance.
Mo Hua's expression changed.
Even Xun Ziyou in the distance shrank his eyes.
"Third-grade...monster?"
Before the two of them could think about it, just a few breaths passed before a burst of black sand rolled in, flying sand and rocks, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was frightening.
All the surrounding earth and trees were rolled back.
From the black smoke, a small mountain-like figure faintly emerged.
It has a sharp mouth and fangs, eyes like lanterns, pupils like copper bells, dark skin as hard as iron, and hairs like barbs.
His whole body is like a river.
Amazing demon power surged and pulsed in his body.
This is a black pig demon of the third-grade golden elixir realm!
The third-grade black pig demon is almost at the top of the mountain in terms of strength among the mountains surrounding Demon Refining Mountain.
Especially the pig demon with strong blood, rough skin and thick flesh, and a body like a hill, can devour almost any mid- to late-stage second-grade monster.
While the black energy was billowing, the appearance of this third-grade black pig demon suffocated the originally chaotic forest.
The second-grade monster beasts that were still fighting each other started to tremble with limbs and ran away in incomprehensible terror.
The one who moved a little slower was trampled under the feet of the huge pig demon in just a moment, and half of his body was bitten off in one bite.
A second-grade bear demon wanted to resist due to its huge size, but as soon as he came face to face with it, the fangs of the third-grade pig demon pierced the chest and was thrown to the ground.
Then the fangs swung down and immediately disemboweled a bear demon.
A few of the remaining monsters did not escape, and were bitten one by one by the black pig monster, chewing them until their bones were broken into pieces and their flesh and blood were blurred.
The mountain forest, which was originally bustling with turmoil, fell into dead silence within a few breaths.
Most of the commotion monsters turned into corpses.
Only the sound of the pig demon gnawing bones and flesh and the bloody breathing echoed in the forest.
The ink painting rides on the tree, and the atmosphere does not dare to come out.
This was the first time that he had seen a third-grade golden elixir realm monster up close with his own eyes, and it was such a big one. Just looking at it made him feel oppressive, not to mention the strong monster power and the smelly blood.
And that brutal killing intent...
The back of the ink painting feels slightly cold.
"what to do?"
"run?"
After thinking about it, Mo Hua seemed to have the only solution. He didn't want to risk taking action against a third-grade pig demon like this hill.
It's too dangerous.
Mo Hua made up his mind and stood up slowly.
But it was okay that he didn't move. As soon as he made a move, the black pig demon eating below immediately stopped chewing, and the red light in his eyes flickered.
When the ink painting stagnated, a warning sign suddenly appeared in my heart.
"not good!"
He immediately jumped up and jumped away from the tree.
The next moment, the big tree under him immediately split into two halves.
The black pig demon just hit it lightly, and used its immeasurable demon power to split the big tree from the middle. The wood chips flew everywhere, and the big tree fell to the ground.
This third-grade pig demon is extremely alert and has an unusually keen sense of smell for human scent.
The desire for human flesh seems to be very strong
Seeing Mo Hua jump away, the black pig demon roared angrily, and the mountain-like figure crashed into it again like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
All the big trees along the way were like small grass saplings, being knocked apart one by one by it.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, tried his best to mobilize his body, and ran away into the distance.
The black pig demon stared with ferocious eyes like copper bells, set off gusts of demonic wind, billowing black energy, and chased Mo Hua...
Chapter completed!