Chapter 924 Jealousy
Formation?
Why change the formation?
What is the use of this formation?
After changing, why should I take it out...
For a moment, Li San was filled with doubts, but the next moment, these doubts were suppressed in his heart.
"What Elder You needs is absolute loyalty, a loyalty that is risking everything and even considering death. I just need to act according to the orders and don't need to think too much."
"Only loyalty can earn Elder You's approval."
In the past few days, he has earned seven to eight thousand points of magic merit by killing his fellow disciples. Such generous rewards were simply impossible before.
This was Elder You's reward for his loyalty.
"Don't worry, Elder You, this disciple will live up to his command!" Li Sandao said.
"I'm looking forward to your performance." Mo Hua said.
"Yes!"
After that, Li San didn't hesitate, went to the Merit Pavilion, spent three thousand points of magic merit, and redeemed the "Reverse Spirit Formation Diagram".
The steward of the Merit Pavilion was a little surprised and frowned: "You are not a formation master... Why do you change formations?"
Li San said with a cold face, "I need to explain to you what I do?"
Soon after, he was the man to become an elder.
This was Elder You's promise to him.
And with this confidence, he didn't feel any uneasiness in his heart. He was calm and fearless towards others, and he didn't even realize that he was actually stealing the inheritance of the Demon Sect on behalf of the "ghost" of the Demon Sect.
The steward was so impressed by his aura that he didn't even doubt his presence for a moment.
It's nothing more than a weird formation. If someone is willing to take advantage of it, what else can he say?
The steward sealed the reverse spirit formation diagram in a wooden box and handed it to Li San.
After Li San took it, he solemnly stored it in the storage bag.
The whole process is very simple.
No one knows what this seemingly simple "handover" actually means.
No one in the Demon Sect knew what kind of formation they had sent into the hands of a "monster".
Everything went smoothly after that.
Li Sanben was a demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building and had a long history in the demon sect. His actions generally did not arouse suspicion.
In this way, he left the Demon Sect with the Anti-Spirit Formation. After walking for half a day, he came to the hillside designated by Mo Hua and entered the grove designated by Mo Hua.
Outside the grove.
Mo Hua and Gu Changhuai were hiding in the grass, watching Li San, who had disguised himself as an old man and entered the woods.
Gu Changhuai couldn't help but ask Mo Hua:
"What kind of ecstasy soup did you give him to make him listen to you so much?"
"It's nothing," Mo Hua said, "I pretended to be an elder of the Demon Sect and said a few words to him."
Gu Changhuai obviously didn't believe it, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was not impossible.
After all, Mo Hua has such a mouth, and when he speaks, he can really piss the living people off and trick the dead into living.
Seeing Li San entering the woods and walking into the trap, with no other demon cultivators following him around, Mo Hua patted Gu Changhuai on the shoulder:
"Uncle Gu, it's up to you."
Gu Changhuai was tall and tall, and Mo Hua was not tall. Even though they were both squatting, it was still a bit difficult for him to pat his shoulder.
Gu Changhuai silently glanced at Mo Hua.
So far, no one in the entire Daotingsi has dared to pat him on the shoulder.
But there was nothing he could do.
Gu Changhuai sighed and acquiesced to this fact, "Okay, I'll come as soon as I go."
Then Gu Changhuai stood up and walked into the woods.
Fluctuations of spiritual power and evil energy were heard in the woods, and explosions were heard.
Green light and red light flashed, and after a few rounds, Gu Changhuai walked out, carrying the bruised and unconscious Li San in one hand, and a box in the other.
Mo Hua didn't look at Li San. Instead, he looked at Gu Changhuai in shock, "Uncle Gu, are you in the middle stage of the golden elixir?"
Gu Changhuai said lightly "Yeah".
On the surface, Gu Changhuai still looked indifferent, but the surprised expression on Mo Hua's face still made Gu Changhuai feel much better.
In the realm of golden elixir, there are one hurdle at a time, and breaking through is much more difficult than building a foundation.
And because after forming the elixir, the spiritual power is crystallized, the number of days per week increases, and coupled with the increase in the life magic weapon, the strength gap in each level after the golden elixir in the junior high school and high school level is much larger than before.
He has cultivated from the early stage of Jindan to the middle stage of Jindan, which can be regarded as a big step forward.
However, neither of them chatted for long on this matter. Because there is still business to be done.
"What are you going to do about this Li San?" Gu Changhuai asked, "Kill him?"
Ink painting pondered.
Logically speaking, demon cultivators have done many evil things. This Li San is still a "senior" demon cultivator. He must have a lot of lives in his hands, so he naturally wants to kill him.
But for some reason, this person was too brainwashed and too "loyal."
He was so loyal that even Mo Hua felt that killing him would be a waste.
"Let him live first. He will be imprisoned in Dao Prison. He may be a key chess piece in the future." Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai nodded, "Okay."
He handed the box in his hand to Mo Hua again, "Is this what you want?"
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "Yeah!"
After taking the wooden box, Mo Hua checked it and made sure it was OK, then carefully opened the wooden box.
Inside the ordinary wooden box, there is an ancient piece of leather paper. On the leather paper, there are simple and obscure lines painted on it, which are almost in line with the first-grade counter-spirit formation.
You can almost see the law of spiritual power reversal flowing slowly in the ink painting.
This inverse law is like a wisp of fire. Once something lights it, it can cause a violent explosion and produce incredible lethality.
Mo Hua's eyes are bright.
Gu Changhuai on the side couldn't help but frowned.
On the surface, this formation seems to be difficult and obscure, but it actually gives off a strange and heart-stopping aura.
In addition, this is the formation that Mo Hua tried his best to get from within the Demon Sect...
Gu Changhuai's eyes darkened, "What kind of formation is this? It can't be...an evil formation, right?"
"No," Mo Hua shook his head, "How could I possibly learn that kind of thing?"
Gu Changhuai still had some doubts.
Mo Hua then moved out Mr. Xun again:
"I learned the formation from Mr. Xun, how could he let me learn it badly? Uncle Gu, don't worry."
Gu Changhuai was indeed relieved.
Mr. Xun from the Taixu Sect is a man of integrity and high moral standing. It is indeed impossible for him to make mistakes in his paintings.
It’s okay if it’s not an evil formation.
But Gu Changhuai still had some doubts in his heart:
"Then this is..."
"For setting off fireworks." Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai was stunned and almost thought he heard wrongly, "Fireworks?"
"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded and said mysteriously: "Big fireworks!"
Gu Changhuai didn't know what to say, so he didn't ask any more. It was in vain anyway.
But since it was "fireworks", it wasn't a big deal after thinking about it.
He is a child of an aristocratic family and grew up in Daxian City. During the holidays, what kind of "fireworks" have he never seen?
Gu Changhuai didn't take it to heart.
At this point, the matter is done and the formation is in hand.
Li San was lying on the ground, seriously injured and unconscious, and his whole body had been bound by spirit-binding chains.
Gu Changhuai fed him a pill, hung his life, and added a few spirit-binding chains to tie him tightly, and then said to Mo Hua:
"Go back."
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
Gu Changhuai dragged Li San and walked down the mountain with Mo Hua. Along the way is a quiet mountain scenery with beautiful mountains and forests and lush vegetation.
I only occasionally encountered a few pools of blood and a few corpses.
"This hilltop is often haunted by demon cultivators." Gu Changhuai said concisely.
Because there are demonic cultivators in and out, there will naturally be battles and deaths and injuries.
This is normal, Mo Hua didn't say anything.
The two continued to walk forward, along the mountain road, and turned around the foot of a mountain. Suddenly, several rows of low thatched houses appeared in front of them. They were built along the mountain and surrounded by simple fences. It looked like a mountain village where scattered cultivators lived together. Very quiet and peaceful.
Mo Hua looked inexplicably kind, and couldn't help but walk towards the mountain village.
Gu Changhuai grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"
Mo Hua pointed at the mountain village: "I'm going to have a rest and find someone to ask some questions."
Gu Changhuai shook his head, "No need to go, they are all dead."
Mo Hua was stunned.
Gu Changhuai sighed, "There are often demon cultivators here. How can the casual cultivators who live here be spared?"
Mo Hua felt a slight chill in his heart. He released his spiritual consciousness and sensed it carefully. Sure enough, he realized that there was no breath of living people in this small mountain village.
This is not silence, but dead silence.
Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said to Gu Changhuai: "Can I go and have a look?"
Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and did not refuse, "Okay, as long as it doesn't delay your return to the clan."
Mo Hua nodded and walked along the mountain road into the mountain village step by step.
The mountain village is dilapidated, with wooden walls and thatched huts, a bit shabby.
But a courtyard is a home.
In the yard, there are hunting traps, dried herbs, shabby cloths hanging to dry, wooden horses for children to play on, grasshoppers woven from bamboo and straw, etc.
Although the family is poor, they live hard and harmoniously.
At least that's how it used to be.
Mo Hua silently looked at the dilapidated courtyard.
I saw the stumps on the ground, the blurred flesh and blood on the ground, the stained blood on the wooden horses and bamboo grasshoppers, the maggots and bloodthirsty flies...
"Are all the nearby villages like this?"
Gu Changhuai nodded and said in a cold voice:
"In the eyes of demon cultivators, people are actually living 'spiritual stones' and 'food'."
"Whether they practice or teach their skills, they have to use people as media, and wherever they go, they will be accompanied by bloody killings."
"Once these ordinary casual cultivators come into contact with demonic cultivators, they will either be eaten, killed, or absorbed into the cult and become demonic cultivators who work for tigers. Those with better spiritual roots may be raised as 'blood slaves', and their lives will be different." It would be better to die. No one will be spared.”
"Daotingsi has limited manpower and cannot save him even if he wants to. Occasionally, he gets news and rushes to the scene. What he sees is this scene..."
Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.
Mo Hua said nothing, silently looking at the bloody and broken courtyard in front of him.
He was a demon hunter, and he had traveled far and wide, and had seen more tragic and bloody scenes. But those scenes didn't make him feel more deeply than now.
The courtyard in front of him was poor but warm, and he couldn't help but think of Tongxian City, the small courtyard in his home.
The dead casual cultivator also reminded him of his parents and himself.
His parents were ordinary casual cultivators in Tongxian City.
And if he hadn't had these opportunities, he would only be an inconspicuous little cultivator.
Other casual cultivators would be treated as "grassroots" and killed by demonic cultivators.
So will their family.
For a moment, the heavenly secret floated faintly.
Mo Hua seems to have seen another "destiny" of his own:
Like other casual cultivators all over the world, they died miserably at the hands of evil heretics, killed, eaten, made into elixirs, drained of blood, and raised as slaves...
Mo Hua's heart couldn't stop trembling.
When he was sitting in Taixu Mountain, spying on the movements of the Demon Sect through the Yuan Magnetic Array, he also knew that the Demon Cultivator killed people, knew that the Demon Cultivator sucked blood, and knew about the Demon Cultivator's "blood feast".
He knows all these things.
But if you don’t experience it and see it with your own eyes, you don’t know the depth of these sufferings.
The dead are not names or numbers, but living people, children, parents, and family members.
Mo Hua raised his head and looked into the distance.
In the distance at the border of Qianxue Prefecture, there are clouds of sects, numerous aristocratic families, towering towers, and majestic palaces.
"People who stand at high places will not look down..."
In fact, I am the same.
If you had been staying in the Qianxue Prefecture, interacting with aristocratic sects, you might have felt that the years were peaceful, rich and comfortable, and you would not have realized that in the corner not far away, these people who died anonymously were like dust. Ordinary casual cultivators.
You will not see the injustice done by the demonic cultivators.
Maybe he will also be indifferent to the dead monks...
Mo Hua felt very heavy.
"Mo Hua..." Gu Changhuai said softly, "Are you okay?"
He saw Mo Hua standing there without saying a word, his expression changing several times, and he was a little worried.
Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."
Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua: "The Demon Sect will be wiped out. You can practice with peace of mind. Other things have little to do with you, so don't take it too seriously."
"Yeah." Mo Hua whispered.
Gu Changhuai was afraid that Mo Hua would think too much, so he said: "It's getting late, go back early."
"Yeah."
After that, the two went to Daotingsi and sent Li San to Dao Prison. Gu Changhuai sent Mo Hua back to Taixu Sect.
Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed to be worried, so he wanted to comfort him with a few words, but he was very good at making sarcastic remarks, and he couldn't think of anything to comfort people, so he finally choked out these two sentences:
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"Practice well and don't think about anything else."
"Yeah, I know."
Mo Hua nodded.
……
After returning to his disciple's residence, Mo Hua didn't sleep all night.
Although he usually didn't sleep and practiced the formations on the Taoist monument, this time he couldn't even calm down to draw the formations.
Various scenes during the day still appeared in his mind.
In the small mountain village, the poor but still working hard to survive casual cultivators, no matter men, women, old or young, all died bloody and tragic deaths in the blink of an eye.
The soul of Mo Hua felt a dull pain.
A trace of anger rose in his heart.
I don't know if it was because he had practiced the Water Prison Sect's Seven Souls Blood Prison Eye Technique and imprinted the Water Prison Map in his soul, but Mo Hua gradually developed a desire for "killing" in his heart.
In this world, all evil demons and heretics deserve to be killed and deserve to die!
All demonic monks who kill innocent people indiscriminately must be suppressed into prisons and tortured to death!
"Kill!"
Mo Hua's eyes turned red, and strong evil aura began to gather in the depths of his eyes.
Black energy loomed around the incarnation of Divine Mind.
At that moment, Mo Hua seemed to have turned into a selfless "Little King of Hell" who hates evil and has a heart like a demon-slaying sword, intent on killing all evil evil cultivators in the world.
Mo Hua quickly realized something was wrong, and quickly meditated, restraining the desire to "kill" in his heart.
But the four words "kill demons and eliminate demons" seemed to be deeply engraved in his soul along with the water prison picture of the water prison gate.
In his heart, he wished he could kill all the demon cultivators.
Ink painting for meditation.
But no matter how hard he tried and how calm he was, he couldn't contain the killing intent.
Mo Hua had no choice but to give up.
"Since you can't suppress it, then stop suppressing it..." Mo Hua's eyes were cold, "Find a way to kill all the demon cultivators of this demon sect!"
(End of chapter)