Chapter 771 Inheritance
"Yes, this is the time, use the expression I taught you..."
Mo Hua passed a message to Ouyang Mu and gave instructions remotely.
Ouyang Mu suddenly felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.
I practiced the expression all night and finally used it.
He looked serious at first to show that he was firm in his Taoism and unmoved, but his eyes were still vaguely evasive, showing his inner wavering and desire for better sword-making skills...
The evil weapon master smiled slightly.
Hooked!
This kid has all kinds of emotions and desires on his face. Everything he is thinking is written on his face. You can understand it at a glance.
Although his expression was a little stiff.
But it is normal for dull people to have inner tangles and stiff expressions.
The evil weapon master continued: "This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is heavily guarded and closed in all directions. The only central avenue out of the valley is controlled by the leader."
The evil weapon master's eyes narrowed, "That is a road sealed with a very profound and obscure formation. So far, I have only seen this kind of formation drawn by the leader."
"If you don't know the essence of the formation, let alone an ordinary second-grade formation master, even a third-grade or fourth-grade formation master will be helpless..."
Speaking of this, the evil weapon master suddenly felt a little emotional.
"The difference between formation masters and weapon refiners is really huge."
"The barriers between formations are far more profound and unknowable than refining weapons..."
"No wonder the status of us weapon refiners is far inferior to that of formation masters..."
The evil weapon master turned his head, looked at Ouyang Mu, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I am telling you this because I want you to understand that now that you have entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, you have to give up and don't have unrealistic delusions."
"Rather than resist fearlessly and die here, being eaten by monsters and leaving no bones left, it is better to carry forward with a heavy load and spend the rest of your life forging swords."
"Even if you fall into evil ways, even if you are doomed, you must not lose your ambition to forge the supreme sword..."
…
Mo Hua felt a little stunned.
This old evil weapon master actually still has such ambitions, which is quite... impressive.
Moreover, the news he revealed is also very intriguing.
The only central avenue leading out of the valley is controlled by the "leader".
A very profound and obscure formation blocked the road.
Third- and fourth-grade formation masters may be helpless...
Could that be... a Shinto formation?
And this "leader" can control the Shinto formation, which means that he is probably a Shinto formation master?
Mo Hua was slightly shocked.
A genuine Shinto formation master...
He must be a master!
If given the chance, I would definitely meet him, learn something from him, and then find a way to kill him.
Shinto formations must be learned.
But the Shinto formation master must not stay!
After hearing what the evil weapon master said, Xiaomu was still a little confused and at a loss.
Mo Hua continued to guide him to continue the performance:
"There is a little despair in his expression..."
"You have to pretend that you can't get out. You will be trapped here for the rest of your life. You can only be an evil weapon master for the rest of your life, but you can't become a real swordsmith..."
Ouyang Mu's expression was indeed desperate.
"Then he looked thoughtful and a little confused..."
"I'm struggling with myself, whether I should stick to the right path and would rather die than obey, or should I settle for the next best thing and forge an evil sword in order to pursue the art of weapon refining..."
Needless to say, Ouyang Mu was already very conflicted.
"Finally, my eyes are firm and I am determined..."
"Even if you are casting an evil sword, you must become an unparalleled evil sword master, forge the best evil sword in the world, and aspire to be the supreme sword master!"
Ouyang Mu automatically replaced the word "evil sword" with "spiritual sword", and then a surging impulse surged in his heart.
"Yes, that's right, I want to be the greatest swordsmith!"
Ouyang's dull expression was as firm as a mountain, and his eyes burst out with flaming fighting spirit and enthusiasm.
The evil weapon master was stunned and even felt that Ouyang Mu was a bit dazzling at this time.
This purest obsession with making swords made him feel ashamed.
But in an instant, these emotions were hidden.
The evil weapon master nodded and said: "Very good!"
Many times, people's words will be false, but their emotions cannot be false.
Ouyang Mu's mental journey was almost clearly displayed on his face, which was more convincing than his words.
The evil weapon master thinks he is very accurate in judging people and cannot make mistakes.
Just like yesterday, he took out a white bone and handed it to Ouyang Mu, saying calmly: "Take this white bone and melt it with the fine iron. As a disciple of the Ouyang family, you should know the techniques of refining weapons. , I don’t need to say more..."
The tone of his words was cold, but his attitude softened a lot.
Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment, looked down at his sleeves, and saw a word coming from the ink painting: "Lian."
What the old demon cultivator said was wrong, but in fact it wasn't too wrong.
After a person dies, the bones are just dead objects. After being simply refined and fused with the fine iron, they are nothing, and they will not instantly become an evil weapon master.
However, human blood, human skin, and human bone refining tools are prohibited...
This kind of law is strictly stipulated by Daoting.
Because once the regulations are not strict, someone will take advantage of them.
Once a weapon refiner starts to use human bones to refine weapons, over time, they will form a habit, and eventually they will even take the initiative to kill people, exterminate families, and peel human bones to refine weapons.
Don't do it because it's a small evil.
Therefore, it is necessary to guard against subtle changes.
Ouyang Mu was in a special situation at this time. He was coerced by the demon cultivator. If he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, his life would be gone if he practiced some human bones, so it was excusable.
Even in Daotingsi, there is a saying.
This is called "emergency avoidance".
Mo Hua often dealt with Gu Changhuai, the Daoting Secretary, and he knew a lot about this little knowledge.
Ouyang Mu felt relieved.
"Senior Brother Mo knows a lot. If he asks you to practice, then just practice..."
So he silently took the bones, and according to the art of refining, he peacefully refined the bones and melted them into the fine iron beside him.
The old demon cultivator stared at it for a while, felt relieved, and then turned back to do his own thing.
In the green fire, the white bones melt little by little and merge with the fine iron...
Once he was refining the weapon, Ouyang Mu was very focused and his attitude was meticulous.
After a while, he couldn't stand the ink painting anymore, so he wrote:
"You can do some hard work..."
"ah?"
Ouyang Mu was stunned.
The old demon cultivator on the side heard the sound, frowned and looked over, asking: "What's wrong?"
Ouyang Mu shook his head, "It's nothing, I missed it..."
It is normal to fail in refining a weapon.
The old demon cultivator didn't care, so he turned his head and continued to stare at the demon-skin paper in his hand, which contained an unknown content, and pondered over it with great concentration.
But he still used some of his attention to monitor Ouyang Mu.
Ouyang Mu pretended to be honest for a while, and then went to see the letter of communication. He saw the ink painting saying:
"You have been writing for a while. Don't practice so fast. It seems that you are in a lot of torment. Although you have decided to embark on the path of the 'Evil Sword Master', your heart has not changed yet, so you are hesitant..."
"Otherwise, if you practice so fast and finish refining this white bone, that old guy will definitely let you refining other more evil things..."
Ouyang Mu nodded.
As expected of Senior Brother Mo, he is so considerate.
I can't think of these myself.
As a result, he showed a tangled look on his face, and the speed of refining the bones also slowed down. Occasionally, he would frown with a painful look on his face, and even make small mistakes on purpose, appearing absent-minded.
The old demon cultivator saw all this.
He said nothing.
By the time Ouyang Mu finished refining the white bone, more than half of the time had passed. The old demon cultivator said: "That's it for today. I'll teach you something else tomorrow."
Ouyang Mu put down the fine iron in his hand that was melted with the bones of the dead, silently breathed a long sigh of relief, and bowed his hand to the old demon cultivator, but didn't say anything.
After a while, a demon cultivator came in and led Ouyang Mu down.
After Ouyang Mu left, the old demon cultivator picked up the fine iron, glanced at it, and nodded: "It's the Ouyang family's sword-making method..."
After saying this, his expression was quite emotional.
Then, he sneered again, "You're just trying to fool me..."
"But it doesn't matter," the old demon cultivator sighed, his eyes meaningful, and murmured: "As long as you can refine the sword for me..."
After the old demon cultivator finished speaking, he took out the demon paper again and stroked the pictures on it with trembling fingers, looking at it like a treasure.
The ink paintings are far apart and the angle is not good. It is vague and unclear. It is impossible to see what is drawn on the demon paper.
He wanted to take the opportunity to get closer, but felt it was risky, so he decided against it.
Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future.
The ink painting returned quietly from a long distance.
He returned to his privy room first.
Now, this secret room in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons that had been sealed for a long time has become his "stronghold".
Mo Hua first reported the situation to Elder Xun Ziyou so that they could have a clear idea.
Then he compiled all the known information.
Then Mo Hua scratched his head and realized a problem:
It seems that he has been in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for a long time...
It didn't matter to him, he would be fine if he kept hanging around, but it was different for Xiaomu and the other three. They were captured, and the longer they stayed, the worse the situation would be.
Moreover, Mo Hua almost forgot that he was now a disciple of the sect. He still has to go to class.
Although Elder Xun can ask for leave for him, it is not good to ask for too much leave, as his homework will be missed.
What's more, there is Mr. Xun.
Now that things have happened, Mr. Xun may know everything, and I can no longer worry him.
Mo Hua nodded.
"We need to move faster..."
The current progress is still too slow.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is so big, I don’t know how long it will take me to figure it out.
"First rescue Xiaomu and the others, and then follow the old rules and call Elder Xun to bulldoze the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Then turn around and slowly gather the wool..."
…
Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Xun Ziyou looked at the bloody valley in front of him and frowned.
During these days, he was stationed outside with the elders and disciples of the inner sect, and it was impossible for him to do nothing.
But there is a river of bones and blood in front of them, and they can't get through.
Xun Ziyou invited the third-grade formation master to come over and take a look inside Taixu Sect.
Several formation masters studied it for several days. Their expressions were confused at first, but then became more and more solemn.
"Ziyou, this is a place where evil spirits are raised."
Inside the Taixu Sect, a gentle and elegant formation elder said.
This formation elder is also a descendant of Mr. Xun. His surname is Xun and his given name is Zixian. He is one of the top third-level formation elders in the inner sect of Taixu Sect.
"Feeding evil spirits?"
Xunzi was startled.
"That's right." Xun Zixian said, "What you said before is right. The kid Mo Hua's vision is really vicious. He can see everything in general..."
Xun Zixian sighed: "There is indeed an evil formation here, using bones as media and blood and water as ink, forming a place for 'nurturing evil spirits'."
"But Mo Hua is only a second-grade formation master after all. Although his talent and ability are... amazing and brilliant..."
Xun Zixian used the words "amazing talent and beauty".
He is a third-level formation elder in the Golden Core Realm with a family background, and is well-informed.
But despite this, he still felt that Mo Hua's formation talent was a bit incredible.
In fact, it is precisely because of his family background and extensive knowledge that he truly understands that the four words "amazing talent and stunning beauty" are not an exaggeration at all when applied to ink painting.
The elders and disciples here have no knowledge of formations and are not proficient in formations. It is almost impossible for them to understand how outrageous Mo Hua's formation attainments are.
But having said that, Mo Hua is still only a second-grade formation master after all.
Xun Zixian said: "Limited by his cultivation level and the rank of the formation master, there are some things that Mo Hua, a child, cannot see through."
Of course, this is a problem with the formation pattern brought about by the realm, so I don’t blame him...
Xun Zixian silently thought to himself.
"What do you mean?" Xun Ziyou asked.
Xun Ziyou raised his head, glanced at the Ten Thousand Demons Valley in front of him, and said in a solemn tone:
"This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is an evil building with a large formation running through the whole. These evil formations are just a part of it."
"Furthermore, this organization is very special. It must come from some kind of demon sect with a long tradition. If my prediction is correct, it should be..."
"Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain?" Xun Ziyou asked.
He is an elder of the Taixu Sect, and he knows a lot about these demonic giants.
Xun Zixian nodded.
Xun Ziyou frowned, "It turned out to be Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain..."
But even though he was there, he still wondered: "I still don't quite understand how this evil formation is so powerful? Is it a second-grade or a third-grade? We, the elders of the Golden Core Realm, can't rush through it?"
Xun Zixian said: "I don't want to play harp to a cow. You just need to know that you can't get through it for the time being."
He looks elegant, but sometimes he can be quite irritating when he talks.
Formation masters all have this arrogant problem.
In comparison, ink paintings seem too "cute".
Xun Ziyou sighed, "Just put it simply so that I can roughly understand it... This matter is of great importance. If it were normal, I wouldn't get to the bottom of it, but now the situation is special, so you can tell me at least."
Xun Zixian was silent for a moment, and felt that it made sense. He pondered for a moment, pointed to the land of blood and bones in front of him, and said:
"There are many evil spirits living in front of this place."
"I know this, you and Mo Hua both said it." Xunzi said leisurely.
"But these evil spirits don't actually live here."
Xunzi was startled, "What do you mean?"
Xun Zixian frowned, "I haven't seen the specific formation diagram of this inner principle, so it's hard to say for sure, but visual inspection shows that the formation here is a mixture of virtual and real."
"A mix of fiction and reality?"
Xun Zixian said: "With some great power, the present world and spiritual thoughts are initially reflected and integrated, and constructed through formations."
The fusion of reality and divine thoughts?
Xun Ziyou took a breath of cold air, "What level of power is this?"
Xun Zixian shook his head, his eyes serious.
He had some vague guesses in his mind, but he couldn't express them clearly.
And part of it involves the secret of Taixu's divine mind-turned-sword true secret "God-killing". When he was an array master before, he was also interested in the way of divine mind and studied a little bit of it.
But the method of spiritual thought was too difficult and harsh, and he couldn't get through it.
Moreover, some rumors were difficult to tell whether they were true or false, and he had no way of confirming them.
"You said this is a large-scale formation. It shouldn't be...a large formation, right?" Xun Ziyou was a little worried.
"No, the formation is not that easy to build." Xun Zixian said.
"That's good..." Xunzi breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "Then can you solve this formation?"
Xun Zixian sighed: "If I could solve it, I would have solved it long ago."
Then he showed an expression that showed he disdained playing the harp to a cow, but had no choice but to play the harp to a cow:
"Besides, I told you before that this formation is based on divine thoughts. The real formation media, formation patterns, formation hubs and formation eyes are all hidden deep in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."
"The evil spirits in front of you seem to be right in front of you. If you rush past them, they will swallow up your consciousness."
"But its body is actually not here at all."
"This is a place where evil spirits are raised, but it is just a projection of the real place where evil spirits are raised. We have no idea where these evil spirits are being 'fed'..."
Xun Zixian said this phrase more than once.
But Xun Ziyou still didn't really understand it, so even though Xun Zixian said it again, he still seemed to understand.
However, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only pretend to understand and nodded.
Then he frowned, "Where does such a weird formation come from?"
Xun Zixian looked solemn, frowned in thought, and suddenly asked:
"That kid Mo Hua, did he mention the 'Shinto Formation' to you?"
"Yes." Xun Ziyou nodded, and then asked: "Is this a 'Shinto formation'?"
Xun Zixian thought about it carefully and sighed, "It's very similar...but I can't say for sure. The Shinto formation has been almost lost. Let alone the complete formation diagram, there are only a few incomplete records."
"But if this is really a Shinto formation..."
Xun Zixian's eyes became extremely solemn, and his tone became much more serious, "Then this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons may very well hide an entire lineage of extremely advanced inheritance of Shinto formations."
"Otherwise, it would be impossible to construct such a complete, sophisticated, and large-scale Shinto formation system..."
"And the formation master who can set up such a large-scale, nearly lost Shinto formation is probably... very terrifying..."
Xun Ziyou's expression changed, "Then Mo Hua and the others are in danger, aren't they?"
Xun Zixian nodded and sighed: "Keep the Void Sword Token given to you by your ancestor in your hand. If something unexpected happens, don't save it."
Xun Ziyou nodded solemnly.
Then he remembered that he wanted to tell Mo Hua this too.
The more you know about ink painting, the more useful it will be.
It's just that there are too many words, and the magnetic induction is disturbed, so for a while, they can't be sent out, or they are sent out intermittently.
He could only be patient and let go little by little.
…
In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Mo Hua received the message, but the message came and went. The ink stains stuck together and were temporarily unclear.
Large pieces of text, if not read together, can easily lead to ambiguity.
He planned to watch it later.
And soon, Ouyang Mu began to practice evil sword training with the old demon under the guidance of Mo Hua.
The specific craftsmanship of refining and ink painting is naturally not as good as Ouyang Mu's.
But the materials can be used, which techniques are problematic, and which ones will bring evil thoughts into the mind. Ink painting can clearly distinguish them.
Ouyang Mu's training was a bit perfunctory because of this.
But the old demon cultivator seemed to turn a blind eye and didn't care.
After practicing like this for a while, the old demon cultivator nodded, with a hint of undetectable sharpness hidden in his cloudy eyes:
"I will now teach you how to forge sword bones."
Ouyang Mu frowned.
Others can be fooled, but things like sword bones are the core of making swords. They are clearly distinguishable from good to evil and cannot be dealt with at all.
Ouyang Mu said: "I can cast sword bones..."
"No, you can't." The old demon cultivator smiled darkly, his voice hoarse, "What I teach you is not an ordinary sword bone, but..."
The old demon cultivator paused for a moment, his turbid eyes were extremely deep, and his tone was also a little strange.
"The sword bone used to advance to the golden elixir...the natal magic weapon!"
(End of chapter)