Chapter 764 Severed Finger
Although his face turned pale, Song Jian still took a breath and asked:
"Who...are you? How come there are demon cultivators in Qianxue State? What do you want? What to do? Where is this place?"
Song Jian asked in one breath.
But his heart felt cold and his voice inevitably trembled.
The demon cultivator smiled sinisterly and did not answer.
The prison was gloomy, with blood everywhere.
Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, and Linghu Xiao looked solemn.
Song Jian thought for a moment and then said coldly:
"I am a direct descendant of the Song family in Jinmen. You'd better not mess with me, otherwise the Song family will definitely not let you go!"
Hearing this, the demon cultivator sneered coldly, "The Song family... can't protect itself..."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like that of a night owl.
Song Jian was startled, not knowing whether it was true or not, and then cursed angrily:
"Monster, what are you talking about?!"
The demon cultivator was not angry, but took out two pieces of paper from his sleeves and handed them to Song Jian and Ouyang Mu respectively:
"Use your blood to write a letter."
"Your..." The demon cultivator stretched out a scarlet finger with sarcoma, pointed at Song Jian and said, "Write to your parents, saying that you are in our hands and ask them to be obedient, otherwise we will wait to collect the body... "
The demon cultivator turned his head again and glanced at Ouyang Mu. "As for you..."
His face was mostly covered in a black robe, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his tone was somewhat meaningful, "Write this to your brother, so that he can be more knowledgeable..."
Ouyang Mu was startled.
Mo Hua was a little surprised when he heard this.
Xiaomu’s brother…Senior Brother Feng?
They arrested Song Jian to threaten his parents and the Song family behind them.
Are you grabbing the small piece of wood to take advantage of Senior Brother Feng?
The demon cultivator said, "Be more knowledgeable..."
This means that they have been in contact with Senior Brother Feng before. Because Senior Brother Feng is not "interested", that's why they grab Xiaomu and threaten him with his own brother to make him "know better"?
Mo Hua frowned, then looked at Linghu and smiled.
Song Jian and Xiaomu both need to write letters, so doesn’t Linghu Xiao need to write?
Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that it seemed right.
Linghuxiao has good swordsmanship and is highly regarded by the sect.
But his background does not seem to be very good, he is just a side branch of the Linghu family.
The relationship with classmates is also unfamiliar.
There are no familiar relatives or elders.
There is no one to blackmail.
It is impossible for these demon cultivators to hand over the threatening letter to Patriarch Dongxu of Chongxu Sect...
That's when you really have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard.
Even if they lost their minds, they probably wouldn't dare...
In prison, Xiaomu would definitely not be able to threaten his brother.
He was holding the letter with a stubborn and stubborn look on his face, with the words "I won't write it even if you kill me" almost clearly written on his face.
Ouyang Mu remained silent.
Song Jian on the side was actually quite brave.
"Telling my parents to be obedient? Who do you think you are?!"
"If you want to threaten my Song family, you are worthy of hiding your head and showing your tail, a nefarious beast?!"
Song Jian cursed loudly.
The tall demon cultivator's face was shrouded in shadow, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could clearly feel his anger.
After a moment, he smiled coldly and said, "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
"If you don't write a letter, then I can only take something from you..."
The demon cultivator's murderous intent was revealed.
Song Jian looked panicked, and before he had time to react, he felt a gust of fishy wind blowing against his face, and then his fingers suffered severe pain. When he reacted, he saw blood dripping from his hands.
One little finger has been amputated.
In front of the ferocious demon cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he, a pampered disciple of a family in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, had no power to fight back.
Song Jian groaned in pain, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
All these changes happened extremely quickly.
Linghuxiao's expression changed and he quickly reminded: "Junior Brother Mu!"
Ouyang Mu looked a little confused. After being reminded by Linghu Xiao, his expression was shocked. He was about to stop and retreat, but in a blink of an eye, he felt that a tall demon cultivator smelling of blood was approaching.
There was a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it was clamped by the claws of a monster.
Then a red light flashed.
Ouyang Mu's little finger was also chopped off.
Ouyang Mu gasped in pain, but he was tenacious and gritted his teeth without making a sound.
Linghu smiled and became angry, and said in a cold voice: "Bastard!"
The demon cultivator's body was as black as a hill, and he held two severed fingers in his hand, with blood dripping down.
He glanced at Linghuxiao, and his tone was calm, even a little polite.
"Young master, I'm offended." The demon cultivator said calmly.
Linghu Xiaojian's heart trembled, and he suddenly became alert.
But he was bound by iron chains and had no sword in his hand, so he couldn't resist at all.
The demon cultivator has advanced cultivation, strong strength, and extremely fast speed. He can bully Linghu Xiao in a blink of an eye.
A fishy wind suddenly arises.
An instant later, Linghuxiao's little hand was also cut off.
When the severe pain came, Linghuxiao's face turned pale, he bit his lips tightly, and made no sound. He only looked at the demon cultivator with cold eyes, like a sharp sword.
The demon cultivator also had a cold attitude and remained silent, but he quietly avoided Linghuxiao's gaze, as if he was afraid of offending Linghuxiao too much.
At this point, the little fingers of Linghuxiao and the others were all cut off.
The demon cultivator took out three wooden boxes, put the three amputated fingers in each one, and said calmly: "If you don't write a letter, I can only do this and get some tokens."
After saying that, he took out three crystal-white elixirs and threw them to Linghuxiao and the others, "After taking the elixirs, the amputated finger can grow back..."
"I'm just doing what I'm told. If you cooperate, I'll save you some trouble. If you don't, you'll suffer a lot. You can't blame me for that..."
These words were more like being said to Linghuxiao alone than to the three of them.
After doing this, the demon cultivator sneered, put the three wooden boxes into his sleeves, and turned around to leave.
After leaving the prison, he summoned a short dog-headed demon cultivator and ordered in a deep voice:
"Be careful and don't make any mistakes, otherwise neither you nor I can afford it..."
"Yes." The dog-headed demon cultivator lowered his head and said.
The tall demon cultivator who was at the peak of foundation building looked deeply at the dog-headed demon cultivator and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't relax even a little bit, or I will throw you to feed the monsters!"
When the dog-headed demon cultivator heard this, he trembled all over and said immediately:
"Yes, yes, steward."
Mo Hua, who was lying on top and eavesdropping, was startled when he heard this.
It turned out to be the steward.
No wonder, he felt that this tall and big demon cultivator with long fangs had a different aura from other demon cultivators, and his status was obviously higher.
After the "steward" demon cultivator finished his instructions, he took a look at the prison, confirmed that there was no problem, and then turned around and left.
The kobold demon cultivator sent the "steward" away respectfully, and then his face turned cold.
He turned his head again and glanced at the prison, his expression full of jealousy and hatred, and he muttered something in his mouth.
But he dared not disobey the steward's orders.
After a careful inspection of the prison, it was confirmed that the chains and formations were all fine.
The three people, Linghuxiao and Linghuxiao, were all imprisoned in the cell.
The dog-headed demon cultivator then turned and left.
The area around the prison suddenly became quieter and more empty.
Only the roars of unknown monsters came from the distance, mixed with the painful groans of demon cultivators in other prisons.
The atmosphere in this prison was depressing, like purgatory.
Mo Hua estimated that the time was almost up, so he used the Taixu Order to send the words "Yichou" to Elder Xun.
After sending it, Mo Hua waited for a while.
He was afraid that if the magnetism was weak and the two Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches were not sent out, and Elder Xun accidentally forced them in, it would be over.
After the message was sent, Mo Hua waited for a while.
After Elder Xun said "received", Mo Hua nodded.
He lowered his head and saw Linghuxiao and the other three, looking defeated and dejected.
They understood their situation.
The powerful demon cultivator, the bloody prison, and the seemingly invisible sounds of monsters struggling all around made them understand that this was definitely a vicious place with no way in or out.
The broken finger was still bloody and painful.
Before, they were either children of aristocratic families or prodigies of swordsmanship. Although they had some setbacks, they generally grew up peacefully under the protection of their families and sects. They had never personally experienced the true cruelty of the monastic world.
Now, this cruelty suddenly appeared in front of us.
Even life and death are only on a thin line.
The three of them were very uncomfortable for a while.
Song Jian didn't dare to scream anymore, and squatted in the corner, covering his broken little finger, his face as white as paper.
Ouyang Mu looked dull and felt uneasy.
Although Linghuxiao looked calmer, he was also a little confused in his heart.
There was no sword in his hand.
Even with a sword, he was no match for these demon cultivators.
At least, he couldn't defeat the tall demon cultivator who cut off his finger just now, not to mention that there should be other more powerful demon cultivators in this prison.
Linghuxiao was in a daze and couldn't help but think of what he had said to Mo Hua before.
Only then did he realize how childish the words "win without force", "fair duel" and "kendo is loneliness" were.
In the real monastic world, no one will talk to you about "fairness", and no one will compete with you in swordsmanship.
When there are more people, use more to defeat the less. If you have higher cultivation, use the strong to suppress the weak.
No one will reason with you.
If you lose, you lose, and if you die, you die.
Linghuxiao's proud heart couldn't help but be cast into a shadow. Only then did he realize that in front of a truly ferocious enemy, his swordsmanship that he thought was powerful was actually not as powerful as he thought...
And, the most important problem is that his finger is broken.
Linghuxiao touched the bright white elixir in his hand, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.
The same goes for Ouyang Mu on the side. He wants to take this pill, but he doesn't dare.
Their storage bags were confiscated.
The only thing that can heal the injury now is this pill given by the demon cultivator.
The injury of a broken finger can be major or minor.
The demon cultivator only amputated their little fingers and did not use demon power, evil methods, or other sinister means. The flesh and blood at the wound was not contaminated.
If the elixir is taken in time, flesh and bones can still grow.
But if you don't take medicine, once the injury worsens, the blood clots, and the wound scabs, the little finger will be completely broken off.
Even if you take Tiancai Dibao to make up for it in the future, there will still be some defects.
The broken hand is the right hand.
Among the three of them, one is a swordsmith and two are sword cultivators. At least at this stage, they all rely on their right hands.
But this pill was given by the demon cultivator after all.
Although it looks fine, no one knows if there is really nothing fishy about it.
Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice:
"Senior Brother Linghu, can this pill... be eaten?"
Linghu smiled and frowned when he heard this, shook his head and sighed:
"I don't know either..." Logically speaking, there is no fishy smell or evil spirit in this elixir. It is pure in color and is a serious elixir.
Moreover, when the demon cultivator gave it to them, he threw it away casually, without seeming to have any conspiracy.
However, this is the elixir in the hands of the demon cultivator after all.
If you eat it, you may fall into the evil cultivator's plan.
But if you don't eat it, if you break your little finger, you will have trouble making swords in the future.
Ouyang Mu frowned and was confused. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"It would be great if the little senior brother was here. The little senior brother is so smart and knows everything. He must also know whether he can eat it..."
But, how could Senior Brother Mo be here...
Ouyang Mu smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and tried to stuff the elixir into his mouth.
He wanted to eat it himself first.
If there is no problem, let Senior Brother Linghu eat it too.
If there is a problem, Senior Brother Linghu does not need to eat, he can just be the unlucky guy...
Linghuxiao on the side was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention for a moment.
However, before Ouyang Mu could stuff the elixir into his mouth, he heard a familiar voice saying: "Idiot, don't take it!"
Ouyang Mu was stunned and looked around, but there was no one around.
Linghuxiao was also startled.
Both of them thought they were hallucinating.
"Did I just...hear my little senior brother's voice..." Ouyang Mu murmured.
Linghu Xiao also heard it, but he couldn't believe it for a moment.
On the other hand, Song Jian, who was originally frustrated and hopeless, suddenly stood up like a big dog when he heard his master's call.
But what arose in his heart was anger.
He remembered this crisp and hateful voice even when it turned into ashes!
The three of them were looking around when they heard a voice saying:
"Up above."
Ouyang Mu Xunsheng raised his head and saw a young boy sticking his head out from the stone wall at the top of the prison.
His appearance is as handsome as a painting, and his eyebrows are as bright as stars.
It's ink painting.
Ouyang Mu opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but rub his eyes, almost thinking he was dreaming.
"Senior Brother, have you been arrested too?"
Mo Hua was just about to speak when he suddenly heard a cry from beside him. When he turned around, he saw Song Jian gritting his teeth:
"Ink - painting -"
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua used a drowning technique to seal Song Jian's mouth and nose.
Song Jian's words were stuck in his mouth, he was suffocating as if he were drowning, and struggled to himself.
Mo Hua shushed and gave him a warning look:
"If you dare to speak out again, you will be dead."
"do you understand?"
While Song Jian was suffocating and struggling, his finger hurt. He immediately woke up and realized where he was. His reason temporarily defeated the "old grudge" and he nodded honestly.
Mo Hua was then satisfied and canceled the drowning technique.
At the same time, he was touching the spirit sword in his hand, thinking that if Song Jian continued to be dishonest and yelled, he would chop him with the sword.
Song Jian felt a chill in his heart and immediately calmed down.
Mo Hua then said to Ouyang Mu: "I followed you and sneaked in..."
Ouyang Mu's expression was shocked.
Even Linghu Xiao on the side was in disbelief.
I don't know where this place is, but just from the strong demonic energy and chaotic demonic roars, I can roughly know how tight this prison is and how many demonic beasts and demonic cultivators are hidden there.
This... can also "sneak" in?
"How did you... sneak in?" Linghuxiao asked in a low voice.
Mo Hua waved his hand, "It's a long story, and time is urgent, so I won't say more..."
He pointed at the elixir in the hands of Linghuxiao and Linghuxiao and said, "Don't take that elixir of yours. It looks normal, but there is a big problem..."
The demon cultivator can't be so kind.
There is indeed no problem with this elixir in terms of smell, color, and medicinal properties.
But in the ink painting, one can see the light gray corrupted Qi on the elixir.
This is the cause and effect of dead people.
This elixir is made by people.
Color, smell, and taste can deceive people, but cause and effect cannot—at least the difficulty of deceiving people by cause and effect is not at the same level.
Ouyang Mu nodded in understanding.
Mo Hua took out two pills and threw them from the roof. Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao took one pill each.
"You guys take this from me, a second-grade, top-quality muscle-building and bone-building elixir."
Ouyang Mu and the other two took the elixir, looked at it briefly, and then drank it.
After taking the elixir into my mouth, I felt a pure blood flow throughout my body. My fingertips were cool and slightly itchy, but accompanied by the slightest pain.
The broken little finger is slowly regenerating and regenerating muscle and bone.
Ouyang Mu and the two breathed a sigh of relief and felt grateful.
Ouyang Mu wondered again: "Senior Brother Mo, how come you have such a pill?"
Mo Hua said: "This is a must-have elixir for traveling at home. You must take it with you when you go out."
Moreover, these are all gifts from Aunt Wan, free of charge.
After Mo Hua finished speaking, he turned around and found Song Jian looking at him longingly. Among the three people below him, he was the only one who had no pills to take.
Mo Hua sighed and threw one to him.
Song Jian's face showed two clearly contradictory emotions.
One is the pride of not eating "the food that comes to you".
One is the compromise of "a man who can bend and stretch".
The expression on his face changed several times, making Mo Hua feel tired just looking at it.
But in the end, he still compromised, silently picked up the elixir, stuffed it into his mouth, and silently recorded the account in his mind: "I received the elixir from Mo Hua, and evened out the 'Sword Seizing' hatred."
"But other grudges still have to be settled..."
Mo Hua was too lazy to pay attention to him, but said to Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Mu: "You try your best to protect yourself and beware of the evil ways of demon cultivators. Don't learn the techniques of demon cultivators, don't take pills, and don't listen to them. The nonsense..."
"I'll think of a way to get you out."
He didn't say much about the rest.
Linghu smiled okay, but Xiaomu couldn't hide anything on his face.
Tell him that accidents are more likely to happen.
Linghuxiao and Ouyang Mu both nodded solemnly. When they looked up again, they found that the ink painting had disappeared at some point.
There is no trace of ink painting around.
It was as if he had never been here at all.
Linghuxiao and Ouyang Mu looked at each other, shocked in their hearts.
This kind of concealment method is really terrifying...
However, as a result, the two of them felt much calmer, and the previous anxiety and uneasiness disappeared.
Although Mo Hua's level of cultivation is not higher than theirs.
But when I see ink paintings, I always feel an inexplicable "peace of mind".
On the other hand, Song Jian, the "little pretty face" on the side, was still a little confused:
"If Mo Hua wants to save me, should I let him save me or not?"
"If I let him save me, wouldn't it be a huge debt of gratitude?"
"Being saved by Mo Hua, the 'big enemy', in a sense, isn't it also considered a 'great shame and humiliation'?"
…
On the other side, Mo Hua wandered around the prison.
He wanted to rescue Xiao Mu and the other two, but there really wasn't any good solution for the time being.
There are many demon cultivators in the entire Ten Thousand Demons Prison.
Even with the sword, due to the limited number of spiritual swords, he couldn't kill many.
The formation technique and the small meteor technique can be used, but the traces left are too big and the movement is loud.
What's more, some demon cultivators are so powerful that they can't be defeated by themselves.
And this is just the Ten Thousand Demons Prison. In the entire Ten Thousand Demons Valley, there are more demon cultivators and it is even more difficult.
Mo Hua sighed.
He walked around the Ten Thousand Demons Prison a few more times, but still had no clue. After an hour passed, Mo Hua sent "Bingyin" to Elder Xun.
After sending it, Mo Hua looked at Tai Xu Ling and was suddenly startled.
Bad signal……
That means that there is interference from the magnetic flow in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
In other words, there should be a "magnetic" type of formation.
But why didn’t I feel any traces of the Yuan Magnetic Formation?
Mo Hua frowned, then walked around again, and finally found something abnormal in a small corner of the stone wall.
While the patrolling demon cultivator walked by, Mo Hua took out a small knife and scraped off the soil on the stone wall, and found that there was indeed a "Yuan Magnetic" array diagram covered in dust.
It's the Yuan Magnetic Vision Array.
The Yuanci Spiritual Vision Formation is a seventeen-line formation.
The ink painting of the formation diagram had been obtained a long time ago. It was snatched from the hands of the Yuanci formation master who was traced out by the ink painting in the Bishan Demon Cave and assassinated by Uncle Gu, Gu An and Gu Quan.
I have already mastered ink painting.
But the Yuan Magnetic Vision Formation in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been broken and cannot be used.
Moreover, it was specially sealed with mud and rocks.
Mo Hua followed the path adjacent to the formation and found a pair of Yuan Magnetic Vision Formation that was also sealed on another wall.
This formation still cannot be used.
Afterwards, by "searching according to the pictures" in the ink paintings and the correlation between the pivots of the Yuanci Array, several other Yuanci Spiritual Vision Arrays were found.
But these formations were all wasted without exception.
Mo Hua felt sad.
These formations are not a single formation, but are controlled by a unified formation hub. They are obviously a complete complex formation system.
If it had not been abandoned, he could, in turn, penetrate the "monitoring" system of the Ten Thousand Demons Prison through the Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Vision Array, thereby having an overview of the overall situation and controlling the situation.
"A good formation, what will it do if it is wasted?"
Mo Hua complained in his heart.
Otherwise, it would be much easier for him to do things.
Now that the Yuan Magnetic Formation is abandoned, he can no longer use it.
Mo Hua shook his head and sighed, turning around to leave.
Just as he turned around, Mo Hua paused again, turned his head and stared at these Yuan Magnetic Spirit Vision Arrays for a moment, and raised his brows slightly.
"How about I do something good and help them rebuild the Yuan Magnetic Vision Complex?"
It just so happened that I had never constructed a metamagnetic complex array before, and my usual conditions did not allow it. I couldn't afford the materials, and I didn't have any suitable building array media.
Now I would like to take this opportunity to do some practical work. Using the abandoned Yuanmai Array hub of Ten Thousand Demons Valley as the context and the abandoned Spiritual Vision Array as a unit, I can re-construct a Yuanmagnetic Spiritual Vision Complex Array to deepen my understanding of it. Understanding of the Metamagnetic Formation...
"As a formation master, you must take advantage of all available opportunities to study and use formations!"
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.
I wrote a little more, a little late.
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(End of this chapter)