Chapter 780 Shinto Formation
Mr. Tu? !
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
Although he didn't know who Mr. Tu was, judging from his past deeds, it was very likely that this "Mr. Tu" was the number one "lackey" of the Great Wild Evil God in the Qianxue State.
If this is the case, the level of cultivation will definitely not be low.
The formation must be profound and the spiritual mind must be very strong.
You may not be able to hide it yourself!
"Not good!"
Mo Hua was a little panicked and felt a little cold.
At this moment, the bloody figure possessing the black-clothed leader was suddenly startled, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Mo Hua.
But his vision was blocked by the huge statue of the ram-horned demon.
Mo Hua immediately retracted his head, gathered his breath, and sat motionless on the horned skull, not even daring to make a sound.
The bloody figure's eyes were fixed on the direction of the ink painting.
The leader in black, who was possessed by it, was a little confused and asked: "Sir, what's wrong?"
The bloody figure was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned.
It resides in the black-clothed leader, and can only borrow the black-clothed leader's words, as if talking to himself, but his expression and tone are completely different:
"There is a hint of 'god' on the statue."
The leader in black was startled and said in fear:
"Could it be...that the 'God Lord' has arrived?"
The bloody figure's voice was a little distorted, with a strange hoarseness and a hint of confusion: "No... in order to prevent those old people from inferring cause and effect, this altar was never used. Why does it have the aura of the 'God Lord'?"
The leader in black frowned and said: "Sir, do you want to go to the altar and have a look?"
"Bold!" The bloody figure's voice suddenly became stern, "The Lord of God must not be desecrated! The holy place of the altar is the supreme place where the Lord of God resides. How can it be touched by the mortal bodies of you and me?"
The leader in black was scolded and immediately bowed and said:
"Sir, please forgive me. It was my ignorance that offended the majesty of the great Lord God. I deserve death."
The bloody figure looked slightly relieved.
"But...where does this divine aura come from?"
The black-clothed leader pondered for a moment, suddenly realized, and said with a trembling voice:
"Sir, could it be that... the plan we have been planning for a long time is about to come true, and the Lord of God is gradually recovering?!"
"The power of the Lord of God is gradually awakening, so the aura of the Lord of God is also coming to the originally empty altar?"
The bloody figure was startled for a moment, then his eyes flashed and he said:
"kneel!"
The leader in black was immediately ordered to kneel down, touch his head to the ground, and together with the bloody figure on his body, he bowed respectfully three times to the statue of the ram-horned demon—and also, unknowingly, to the ink painting behind the statue, and at the same time shouted: < br/>"My Lord is immortal and has eternal life."
Mo Hua's mood was a little complicated for a moment.
After prostrating, the leader in black lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the ram-horned demon statue for fear of offending the will of the "God Lord" who had descended here.
Afterwards, the leader in black walked respectfully back to the main hall.
He dared not look at the statue again.
At the same time, he dared not approach the altar behind the statue.
Mo Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He was prepared to take action immediately if he was discovered. He drew a formation with his divine consciousness and ink, blew up the statue together with the altar, and then took the opportunity to escape.
Fortunately, the followers of the Great Wilderness Evil God are quite devout.
It was precisely because of their piety that they preserved the altar of their god.
Mo Hua glanced at the broken bone sword in his hand.
There was no breath in the sword.
The sword bones inside may have sensed danger and were "playing dead".
Mo Hua shook his head, then secretly poked his head out and glanced at the bloody figure on the leader in black.
This bloody figure must be that "Mr. Tu".
The figure was filled with a strange aura of reason and violence intertwined.
But the strange thing is that this aura is not particularly strong.
"Not me?"
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
It looked more like a ray of remnant soul, and it was only at the level of foundation building, reaching the peak of foundation building.
It is probably because, if the leader in black who is possessed by the peak of foundation building is too high in the residual soul realm, exceeding the level of foundation, the load will be extremely heavy, and the leader in black may not be able to withstand it.
"It's just a remnant soul..."
Mo Hua was a little disappointed.
But at the same time, I'm a little lucky.
If "Mr. Tu" was really here in person, he would probably be doomed.
But thinking about it on the other hand, if the true form of "Mr. Tu" is really in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, then the result of using copper coins to calculate the secrets will probably be "serious".
Not bad...my calculations are pretty accurate.
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
On the other side, the leader in black walked to the center of the hall, sat upright, then made a disciple salute to the opposite side and said respectfully:
"Disciple Jin Yixuan, I respectfully ask you to teach me the formation."
Jin Yixuan?
Mo Hua was startled.
Sure enough, he is a child of the Jin family. His name is only one character different from that of Jin Yicai. He is probably of the same generation and has a close bloodline.
and……
Teach formations?
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.
Ask "Mr. Tu" to teach the formation. Could it be that what he is teaching is...
Mo Hua held his breath and continued to listen.
Sure enough, after a while, the bloody remnant soul of "Mr. Tu" solemnly said: "Tao is not asked lightly, and Dharma is not taught lightly. Do you know what kind of inheritance I want to pass on to you?"
Jin Yixuan, the leader in black, kowtowed and said:
"Disciple knows that what you taught me is the supreme knowledge of formations given by the gods with the knowledge of mortals——"
"Shinto formation!"
Mo Hua's heart suddenly jumped.
finally come!
Shinto array!
In the main hall, the bloody afterimage of "Mr. Tu" nodded slightly and said solemnly:
"The Shinto formation is a method of stealing the way of the gods."
"The essence of the Shinto formation is to use the formation pattern manifested by the way of the gods to mutate the power of human thought, thereby competing with the gods."
"This is a heretical formation!"
"It's a lowly, ant-like monk who uses it to offend the majesty of the gods and blaspheme the evil ways of the gods!"
"This kind of formation is not tolerated by the God Lord!"
Mr. Tu sounded angry.
He paused for a moment, and after calming down his anger, he continued: "But all things in the world are subject to change in a lifetime, one positive and one negative, one smooth and one negative..."
"The Shinto formation is not only an evil method that disobeys the gods, but it is also a supreme formation that is loyal to the Lord of God."
"The evil heretics are trying to use Shinto formations, mutated thoughts, disobey the gods, and seal my lord."
"And we, devout believers, can naturally use Shinto formations to qualitatively change our mental power, so that we can better serve the gods and submit to the immortal god..."
The ink painting behind the statue was stunned after hearing this.
I see……
No wonder, the Shinto formation that was originally meant to "seal the evil god" is now in the hands of the evil god's minions, working for him.
Mo Hua curled his lips.
A rope that someone used to tie the dog.
Some people put it around their necks and used it as a dog.
Not even ashamed, but proud.
It's really quite mean...
On the other side, Mr. Tu added: "However, since it is a formation that steals the way of the gods, it means that this is definitely not something that ordinary monks can learn."
"In addition to some gifted divine fetuses, aliens who are born with telepathic minds, witches who can communicate with gods, or servants who have been transported by gods..."
"Ordinary monks cannot comprehend the divine formations at all."
"I have said these words to you before..."
Jin Yixuan cupped his hands and said, "Yes."
"So," Mr. Tu said, "you are not a divine fetus, you are not a witch, your mind cannot communicate with gods, and you have never been descended by a god. If you want to learn the divine formations, there is only one way..."
Mr. Tu said: “Borrow!”
Jin Yixuan was stunned, "Borrow?"
"That's right," Mr. Tu nodded, "Let's borrow it from the Lord of God, and use the Lord's mind power to form a Shinto formation!"
"In this way, even if you don't understand the core laws of the Shinto formation, you can construct a profound Shinto formation with the blessing of the God Lord."
"This is the blessing of God!"
Jin Yixuan immediately bowed his head and said: "Thank you Lord God for the gift!"
Mr. Tu spread out a piece of demon skin paper, picked up a formation pen, and dipped it in blood ink, "Now, I will teach you the formal Shinto formation."
"This is the Shinto inheritance of the Dahuang clan. It was born out of a 'divine seal' method that is extremely disrespectful to the god."
"This type of inheritance is divided into three formations:"
"One, the Shenguan Formation."
"Second, the divine mist formation."
"And the third, and most core, divine lock formation."
"The Divine Pass Formation controls the opening and closing of the great miracles of the Divine Way; the Divine Mist Formation can generate the mist that obscures the divine thoughts; the Divine Lock Formation is a 'chain' imposed on the body of a god."
"The three are combined into one, and a mortal can be transformed into a god by his thoughts!"
"It is a blasphemous and 'disrespectful' formation!"
"But now, this set of Shinto formations has been improved many times and has been transformed into a set of formations and methods that can be used to worship the god, hide the god's great miracles, and use the power of the god to realize the god's grand plan." "Mortals are just stupid dogs. People with inferior bones and mortal bodies cannot comprehend such a great formation."
"Without the gift of the God Lord, you are also not qualified to see these formation patterns with your own eyes. You must keep this in mind!"
After Mr. Tu finished speaking, Jin Yixuan immediately kowtowed again until his forehead bled. He burst into tears and said with gratitude: "Thank you for your teachings, thanks to the gift from the Lord God!"
"Okay," Mr. Tu said, "I will pass on the formation pattern now, you can watch it carefully."
Later, Mr. Tu borrowed Jin Yixuan's body to draw Shinto formation patterns on paper.
Jin Yixuan looked at it respectfully.
After finishing the painting, Mr. Tu said: "You should familiarize yourself with the formation pattern and the essence of the formation first, and I will teach you the essence of the formation in the future."
"Yes." Jin Yixuan said.
After that, the bloody figure gradually disappeared, and a trace of Mr. Tu's remnant soul slowly sank into Jin Yixuan's body and disappeared.
Jin Yixuan looked at the formation pattern in front of him with an excited expression.
"This is...the Shinto Formation!"
It is a formation inheritance that is almost extinct in the entire Qianxue State.
Looking at the entire cultivation world of Kyushu, there are only a handful of them.
The conditions for practicing the Shinto Formation are very demanding. Even within a large state, there are probably only a handful of monks who can master the Shinto Formation.
And he is about to become a Shinto formation master!
He caressed the demon skin formation paper in front of him with great care. He regarded every formation pattern on the paper as a treasure.
After a while, he gathered his thoughts and began to study the Shinto formations.
After studying for a while, he took out a pen and paper and began to practice the formation pattern.
Jin Yixuan frowned and drew over and over again, but the more he drew, the tighter his frown became. He seemed to be stumped by something, and his progress was extremely slow.
I don’t know how long it took, but there were footsteps outside the door, and then the voice of a demon cultivator sounded:
"Leader..."
Jin Yixuan closed the demon skin scroll, frowned and said displeasedly:
"What's the matter?"
The demon cultivator said respectfully:
"There are several new batches of Bliss Pills that I need you to take a look at."
Jin Yixuan clicked his tongue, a little impatient. This was the critical moment for him to comprehend the divine formation, and he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.
It's just that the Shinto formation is inherently difficult and obscure. If you want to understand it, it won't be achieved overnight. Don't rush it.
On the contrary, the affairs in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons cannot be delayed. If something goes wrong, we cannot explain it to the Young Master.
"knew."
Jin Yixuan said coldly, and then closed the demon skin paper, preparing to take it with him, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly remembered that this formation was obtained from the Divine Lord, and was taught by Mr. Tu himself.
How could I be worthy enough to put such a noble formation into my own storage bag?
If something goes wrong and gets lost, wouldn’t it be a “great disrespect” to the Lord of God? How to explain to Mr. Tu?
Jin Yixuan thought for a moment, and then an idea flashed.
He took out a luxurious jade box and carefully placed the demon skin paper with the Shinto formation pattern inside.
Then, Jin Yixuan solemnly enshrined the jade box in front of the ram's horn statue.
It was also enshrined under Mo Hua's nose.
He even kowtowed and said respectfully: "The Lord of God is above, please bless the Lord of God, so that believers can understand this Shinto formation as soon as possible, go through fire and water for the Lord of God, and pay tribute and sacrifices."
After saying that, he kowtowed three more times.
It made Mo Huaguai feel embarrassed.
After kowtowing, Jin Yixuan left. From the beginning to the end, he did not dare to raise his head and look directly at the ram-horn statue.
After he left, the hall became much quieter.
After waiting for a while, Mo Hua quietly poked his head out from behind the ferocious ram-horned demon statue.
Jin Yixuan didn't look back, and was sure to have gone far away, which made Mo Hua feel relieved.
He couldn't wait to come to the altar table, scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and found that there were no formations, mechanisms or other abnormalities on the jade box. He couldn't help but said in his heart: "This Jin Yixuan is quite devout to the Great Wild Evil God. I don’t even dare to play tricks..."
In this case, you are doing yourself a favor.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart, gently opened the jade box, took out the demon skin paper inside, and then slowly opened it...
A dense, profound and complex formation composed of blood appeared before his eyes.
Shinto formation!
Moreover, he is still the third mate!
Time was urgent, Mo Hua's eyes were like a torch, and he quickly passed over these formations, and then he concentrated on all the details of the formations, one by one, and kept them firmly in mind.
After finishing the memorization, Mo Hua gently closed the demon paper and put it back into the jade box. After making sure that no trace was left, he hid behind the statue of the ram-horned demon.
Sitting on the familiar "Sheep's Head Bench", Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and wrote down all the formation patterns he had just written down without missing a single stroke.
Then, Mo Hua began to calm down and study these formation patterns carefully.
Some of the formation patterns in the demon skin paper were already familiar to him.
Including the formations in the small fishing village, as well as the formations in the dense forest outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, they are all inside.
According to the type of Shinto inheritance mentioned by "Mr. Tu":
The Shinto formation in the small fishing village should be the "Shenguan Formation", which controls the opening and closing of the Shinto miracles.
That is to say, control the entrance to the Evil Temple in the Bloody Fishing Village.
Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the Shinto formation integrated with the dense forest should be the "Divine Mist Array", which "can evolve the mist that obscures divine thoughts."
In this way, unless the divine consciousness is extremely strong, it will be impossible to penetrate the fog and detect the truth in the divine fog array.
The last one, which is what "Mr. Tu" calls the most core Shinto formation, is called the "Divine Lock Formation".
This formation is almost brand new.
Mo Hua had never seen it before, but he had only seen one of the formation patterns drawn on his natal sword bone by the old demon cultivator, now known as the "Sword Bone".
This formation pattern was "stolen" from the Demon Refining Diagram.
In other words, this divine lock formation should also be the core of the Demon Refining Diagram.
Mo Hua still remembers what Mr. Tu said just now, "The Divine Lock Formation is a 'chain' imposed on the body of a god..."
Mo Hua pondered in his heart.
So that means the Divine Lock Formation itself is the purest "sealing" formation?
So, is it the core of the Shinto formation?
"The Divine Lock Formation, the divine thoughts are like locks, sealing the gods..."
Mo Hua nodded slightly, feeling that his guess should be good.
He began to take out his pen and ink again and tried to learn the complete system of Shinto formations all over again, from the "Shenguan Formation" to the "Shenmist Formation" and even the final "God Lock Formation".
He had learned the Shenguan Formation and the Shenmist Formation before. Although the formation patterns were incomplete, he at least had a foundation.
Now that you have obtained the complete formation pattern, you will get twice the result with half the effort if you start learning it again.
The only difficulty is the "God Lock Formation".
Meditate on the ink painting and start practicing one stroke at a time...
The surroundings became quiet for a moment.
Only the "shuttle sound" of the friction of pen and ink sounded softly.
The sword demon in the bone sword finally dared to poke his head out, glanced at Mo Hua, and thought to himself:
"This little ancestor is as courageous as ever. He dares to secretly learn formations under the eyes of the demon cultivator. He is not afraid of an accident and being caught by the demon cultivator and eaten alive..."
Jian Gugu shook his head.
Seeing that Mo Hua was concentrating on learning the formation, it boldly took a peek at the formation pattern under Mo Hua's brush.
At this sight, it was horrified.
It remembers these formation patterns!
It’s the mysterious formation pattern in the Demon Refining Picture!
Although it only secretly memorized one pattern at the beginning, it still had some impressions of the other patterns in its mind, but it just couldn't remember them all and couldn't learn them.
But at this time, these formation patterns were reproduced exactly in the little ancestor's pen.
It’s a complete set of formations!
And, what makes it even more unbelievable is...
Among these formation patterns, it only secretly learned one.
I studied and practiced every day. It took me more than two hundred years of painting before I could barely comprehend it.
As for how he learned it, he is still a little confused until now.
It's more like an instinct of "practice makes perfect" than learning.
This is just a formation pattern!
But now...
This whole set of mysterious and obscure formations pours out easily and effortlessly like flowing water under the ink brush.
For a moment, a kind of panic arose in its heart.
Can the talent gap between people really be so disparate?
Although I am not a formation master, I am definitely not that good. It took me two hundred years of practice to learn a formation pattern, but this little ancestor only needs to look at it twice, right? !
Is this really reasonable?
And when the Bone Sword Demon was in a state of shock, the ink painting had already stopped, and he murmured in a low voice:
"about there……"
"This Divine Lock Formation doesn't seem to be as difficult as I thought."
He was a little unsure for a moment.
I heard "Mr. Tu" talk about it in a serious way before, and I thought it was some very profound, obscure and difficult formation to learn.
But now it seems...that's all it seems?
After practicing it twice, I feel almost the same.
"It shouldn't be that simple..."
Mo Hua muttered in his heart.
He took another look at the formation pattern he wrote, deduced it a little, and felt the flow of spiritual power in it. For a moment, he felt... there seemed to be nothing wrong.
Have you learned this?
Ink painting is a little unbelievable.
Otherwise, find something to try and practice your skills?
Practice brings true knowledge.
Try it in practice and you will know if there is any problem.
"The Divine Lock Formation uses divine thoughts to turn into chains and seal the gods. If the gods can be sealed, then other things, logically speaking, should also be able to be sealed..."
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked at the broken bones and sword beside him with burning eyes.
The bones in the broken sword were horrified.
A feeling of fear came over my heart.
"It's finished..."
(End of chapter)