Chapter 1053: Massacre

In the grand hall, white bones were piled high, mountains of human skin stood, and blood flowed like rivers. Seventy to eighty people, all wearing demonic robes and with strange, malevolent faces, were busy array masters.

Some were drawing array diagrams, some were controlling array hubs, some were repairing array patterns, and some were rushing to fill in array methods. There were also evil array masters specifically responsible for distributing blood ink and refining bone and flesh array mediums.

These evil array masters were like worker ants in a beehive, skillfully dividing labor and cooperating to support the operation of the grand array and continuously advance its progress. Mo Hua watched, secretly alarmed.

This demonic grand array required so many evil array masters for its construction and maintenance, indicating its scale must be extremely large.

And array masters are inherently difficult to cultivate.

The evil array masters before him were skilled in technique and rich in experience. At a glance, one could tell they were all "experts" in array path.

Secretly winning over and cultivating so many elite evil array masters was certainly not something that could be achieved overnight.

One could not imagine how much time, effort, blood, and sweat had been invested in the process.

Not only that, cultivating evil array masters required creating a large amount of "killing karma."

Only by creating a large amount of killing karma could there be so much human blood, human flesh, human bones, human skin, and human hair to serve as materials for practicing evil arrays.

What's more, there were mountains and seas of corpses, blood, and bones stockpiled for building the grand array.

This Mister Tu had great schemes, great ambitions, and great killing karma.

Mo Hua's gaze was icy cold, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he pondered another question:

"The evil array masters before me are all second-grade, so what about third-grade evil array masters?"

Such a large-scale demonic grand array was impossible without third-grade array masters.

Of course, it might not have fourth-grade ones.

After all, this was the territory of the third-grade Yanluo Mountain. The grade of the demonic grand array would not exceed third-grade at most.

For a fourth-grade evil array master, having one Mister Tu was probably enough.

Even, there probably weren't many third-grade evil array masters.

In a third-grade territory, building a third-grade grand array had truly high costs.

Furthermore, this was still a demonic array. Building a "pure third-grade" demonic grand array in the vicinity of Qianxue, under the noses of various sects and families, meant slaughtering a large number of Golden Core cultivators, which was impossible.

Golden Core breakthroughs were difficult, Golden Core cultivators were few, and most were strong in cultivation and hard to kill.

But in comparison, Foundation Building cultivators were still numerous, and Qi Refining cultivators were even more numerous than cattle hairs.

Therefore, according to Mo Hua's guess, only a part of the core hub of the current demonic grand array should be third-grade.

But besides that, a large number of array structures were filled with second-grade or even first-grade array patterns and array hubs.

This was also what Elder Zheng once said, the principle of array "downgrade compatibility."

Righteous and demonic arrays had differences, but many underlying principles were interconnected.

Using "downgrade compatibility" to "reduce costs and increase efficiency," lower the threshold of the grand array, and reduce the difficulty of building the grand array, thereby promoting the implementation of the grand array.

This was the "practice" idea of turning the virtual array diagram into a real array.

Even for the demonic grand array, there was no exception.

This Mister Tu was indeed a deeply accomplished master of demonic arrays.

Mo Hua felt a little wary in his heart.

"Mister Tu, and the third-grade evil array masters—"

Mo Hua's thoughts stirred slightly, and then he became more cautious, beginning to patrol along the stone walls, one by one, through the array paths, in the array hub grand hall.

There were wandering blood-colored evil spirits all around.

On the paths laid with surging evil power were demonic array hubs, and every three steps there was a warning, every five steps a killing array for array defense.

This was a "forbidden ground" that others could not step into.

But for Mo Hua, it seemed "like a fish in water."

He was like a "ghost," without anyone knowing, wandering in the demonic array hub grand hall, investigating the environment and the overall layout of the array hub.

The entire array hub grand hall was very spacious and complex in structure.

Mo Hua wandered around for a long time, but did not discover any trace related to "Mister Tu."

But he still found another place, a more confidential array hub room.

In this array hub room, a third-grade demonic array was drawn. There were four evil array masters with thicker evil qi, wearing white bone masks, using their divine sense to communicate with the array hubs and control the operation of the evil power within the demonic grand array.

And in front of them were several white bone wine cups.

In the wine cups, blood water was soaked.

In the blood water, a deformed, seemingly still retaining life, constantly rotating black-red eye pupil was soaking.

Those four evil array masters were fully controlling the array hubs,

But this control seemed extremely difficult, extremely consuming divine sense. Not long after, their faces turned pale, and their eye sockets were sunken, as if sucked dry.

Just at this moment, a drained third-grade evil array master took off his white bone mask, revealing a sinister, evil face.

Then he walked to the table, picked up the blood wine soaking the eye pupil, and drank it in one gulp.

As blood light flashed on his face, his complexion obviously improved, and his divine sense also seemed to be instantly full.

Only the madness in his gaze deepened further, revealing some excitement and fanaticism.

After that, this evil array master put on the white bone mask again and continued to fully focus, communicating with the array hub and maintaining the operation of the grand array. Mo Hua watched, secretly shocked.

Evil array masters were truly the crooked demonic path; everything they did exuded a strange evilness.

He just didn't know what that eye pupil was, and he didn't know what the blood wine tasted like.

Mo Hua stared at these four people for a while, estimating the situation, and felt that these four people were temporarily not easy to provoke.

But the second-grade evil array masters in the grand hall—

Mo Hua's gaze moved slightly, and an idea gradually formed in his heart.

He again silently returned along the original path, through the array hub paths, back to the cave.

In the cave, the atmosphere was stifling.

Cheng Mo and a crowd of Taixu Sect disciples were all anxiously waiting, afraid that Mo Hua had met with some mishap.

And the disciples of other sects, at this time, were actually also a little worried about Mo Hua's safety.

Of course, they weren't worried about Mo Hua, but worried that without Mo Hua, they might not be able to get out of the grand array alive.

In this tense atmosphere, a human shadow flashed in the void, and Mo Hua appeared.

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Situ Jian asked, "Little junior brother, how is it?"

Mo Hua nodded, "I have roughly figured out the situation—"

He took out a piece of paper, drew a simple terrain map, and outlined a route, "Inside here are array hub paths,

At the end of the paths, there is a grand hall. In the grand hall, there are seventy to eighty evil array masters who are currently drawing evil arrays—"

"Wait a moment, I will lead you in," Mo Hua's gaze exuded sharpness, "You all attack together and slaughter all seventy to eighty of these evil array masters!"

Everyone was startled, "Slaughter all of them?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Kill all of them, not one left!"

Mo Hua still remembered the teachings of the already dead "Mister Pi" in the Gushan Tomb:

"No matter what you do, in a group, it's best to have only one array master."

"And this array master is best to be yourself."

Among the disciples of the four sects, eight gates, and twelve schools, although there were array masters.

But these array masters were ordinary disciples who did not understand grand arrays and posed no threat to themselves.

But Mister Tu's subordinates, the "evil array masters," were different and would definitely pose a hidden threat to themselves.

If he hadn't encountered these evil array masters, then so be it.

But since he had encountered them now, consider it their bad luck for eight lifetimes.

It was best to kill them all. If he couldn't kill all of them, then kill as many as possible.

The fewer evil array masters there were, the smaller the threat to himself.

Righteousness and evil did not stand together; peers were enemies.

With these two layers of cause and effect, these evil array masters had only one path to death.

"The attack must be concealed, the action must be fast, ruthless, and to kill in one strike." Mo Hua said solemnly, "These evil array masters have deep killing karma and are also assisting the tyrant; they must die."

"And whether we can kill these evil array masters is extremely important to whether we can curb the demonic grand array and whether we can escape alive."

Mo Hua's expression was solemn.

Most of the prodigies, knowing the seriousness of the matter, all nodded.

Only a minority of the prodigies, arrogant by habit, did not pay too much attention to it.

Mo Hua also knew that different people had different personalities. Some needed to be taught along the grain, and some needed to be taught against the grain.

Mo Hua again said coldly:

"You are all prodigies of major sects. Seventy to eighty evil array masters, you can't all kill them, right?"

"Don't let me look down on you."

This time, the gazes of all the prodigies condensed, and their expressions became serious.

No one wanted to lose face, and even less could they let Mo Hua look down on them.

They were originally Mo Hua's "defeated subordinates." If they were still looked down upon by Mo Hua, this humiliation was absolutely unbearable.

"Very good."

Mo Hua nodded, then took out the map and began to plan and arrange personnel.

After arranging, Mo Hua first entered the cave and again "cleaned" the evil spirits inside to ensure nothing went wrong.

After that, Mo Hua cracked array patterns and melted stone walls in the array hub paths, opening several channels. He also set up sound isolation arrays and hidden arrays in the vicinity to conceal his tracks.

Concealing and infiltrating, probing the reality, and then leading the "wolves" into the room.

Mo Hua was very familiar with this kind of thing. From small to big, he didn't know how many times he had done it, and he wouldn't make mistakes even with his eyes closed.

Finally, Mo Hua used his divine sense to control ink and quietly drew some "divine fog arrays" that could isolate sound, spiritual energy, and even divine sense probes at the entrance of the array hub grand hall.

In this way, the entire grand hall was "isolated from the world."

In addition, the other four Golden Core evil array masters were also isolated outside.

In a short time, absolutely no one would know what happened in this grand hall.

Everything was prepared, and Mo Hua then issued the "slaughter order."

Hundreds of prodigies from the four sects, eight gates, and twelve schools, following the secret channels laid by Mo Hua, directly entered the array hub grand hall. They used hidden arrays to cover themselves and stationed themselves one by one in the corners around the hall. The entire grand hall was surrounded airtight.

After that, with Mo Hua's single order, the slaughter officially began.

The grand hall, which was originally operating as usual, suddenly appeared with figures of Qianxue prodigy disciples like a tidal wave, as if "divine soldiers had descended from heaven," in just an instant.

Following that, one after another superior five-element water and fire spells, one after another exquisite four-sect, eight-gate sword arts, and various spiritual weapon assassinations like hundred-flower needles, money darts, flying knives, sleeve arrows, and plum blossom shuttles, and body cultivators who were like Vajra, or like mountain stones, or like fierce tigers, or like blue dragons, carrying fierce force in their fists and feet bombardments—the disciples of the four sects, eight gates, and twelve schools all bore superior inheritances.

The site was also full of top prodigies from each sect, each displaying their means, which were varied and incomparably exquisite, killing fiercely and with astonishing power.

The evil array masters who were protected by the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Grand Array and were busy building evil arrays in the "absolutely safe" array hub grand hall fundamentally did not think that the demonic defenses on the periphery of the grand array had not been broken, but people had been killed into the lair.

Caught off guard, one by one, the evil array masters suffered miserably from spells, sword arts, and body cultivators' bombardments, either cut open by sword qi, or burned by fierce fire, or pierced through the chest by iron fists, dying tragically on the spot—good and evil had retribution.

Now, these evil-doing evil array masters met their "retribution."

There were also evil array masters who were alert in their thoughts. At the moment of being slaughtered, they reacted immediately, either breaking their fingers, or biting their tongues, or digging out their eyes, or cutting open their abdomen—they wanted to stimulate cause and effect through self-mutilation, urge blood qi, to activate life-saving evil arrays.

But their actions all escaped Mo Hua's divine sense perception.

Mo Hua's fingers frequently pointed, and fireballs, swift as a rain of fire, interrupted these evil array masters' actions.

Some evil array masters were greatly angered and actually dared to look towards Mo Hua.

But they did not know that doing so was no different from seeking death.

Mo Hua stood still, golden light flashing in his pupils. The Seven Soul Taixu Sword Prison, through his pupils, shook their divine souls, causing them to be alarmed and unable to move.

In the chaos, the prodigies of other sects took the opportunity to kill these evil array masters with a single sword.

There were also some evil array masters who were skilled in arrays and still had unfathomable means, activating evil arrays.

Blood color spread on the ground, summoning paths of white bones to form arrays.

A crowd of evil array masters gathered together, using the cover of evil arrays to regroup their formation and resist the prodigies' killing.

But in the next instant, gold and fire-colored spiritual ink also began to draw on the ground. Almost in an instant, it formed a second-grade high-rank killing array, a compound array of golden light and earth fire, which surrounded the evil array masters with a larger range and stronger power.

Then, the killing array erupted.

Golden light cut the white bones to pieces, and earth fire burned the blood dry.

The white bone evil array was broken.

A group of evil array masters, who had never seen such divine skill-like array formation and array breaking techniques, all showed expressions of fear. And the killing knives of the Qianxue prodigies also took the opportunity to kill towards them—just like that, under Mo Hua's presiding and control, a tragic but secret "slaughter" targeting evil array masters happened in the grand hall.

Not long after, the battle ceased.

The originally blood-red evil array grand hall was even more filled with corpses everywhere and blood flowing like rivers.

Only, this time the flowing blood was no longer the blood of innocent cultivators, but the blood of these evil array masters who had assisted the tyrant.

Nearly eighty evil array masters were completely slaughtered.

Mister Tu didn't know how much time he had spent, how much planning he had gone through, and how much effort he had exerted to carefully cultivate such a large team of evil array masters, just like this, unfortunately, they were led by Mo Hua and the Qianxue prodigies to be wiped out in one nest, not one left.

This was a clean and neat, one-sided, crushing-style slaughter.

Seemingly tragic, but actually very easy to kill.

A crowd of prodigies from the four sects, eight gates, and twelve schools looked at the evil array masters who were completely slaughtered in front of them, all in a daze.

They knew in their hearts that the evil array masters in front of them, although they were killed cleanly like chopping melons and vegetables.

But these evil array masters were actually not "weak."

On the contrary, as evil array masters, they were mostly insidious and vicious, and had some strange and evil means. If they were truly unfolded, they would cause endless trouble.

If Mo Hua had not probed the reality beforehand, planned beforehand, used arrays to cover, and spells to assist, this battle, even if won, would definitely have many people paying with their lives in the end, and the process would not be so smooth—Mo Hua calculated everything, prepared all the arrays, considered all the accidents, and then they only needed to start killing at a fixed point and time.

Just start killing.

Everything else, there was no need to ask.

If there were accidents, Mo Hua would remind them.

If there were plots, Mo Hua would interrupt them.

If there were arrays, Mo Hua would break them.

Even some hard bones and hard-to-kill enemies, Mo Hua only needed to "look" at them, and they could also be killed.

It was really like eating and drinking water.

A crowd of prodigy disciples were suddenly shocked in their hearts:

Was this the feeling of being teammates with Mo Hua?

This experience was truly one heaven and one earth compared to being opponents with him.

As for the outcome of being opponents with Mo Hua—

They again looked at the evil array masters lying horizontally everywhere and the blood flowing like rivers in front of them, and their hearts involuntarily trembled again.

The evil array masters in front of them were perhaps the outcome of being opponents with Mo Hua.

Dying without knowing how they died—a crowd of Qianxue prodigies were silent for a moment, only feeling a bit cold in their hands and feet.

And on the other side, Mo Hua did not experience their thoughts, but had already skillfully begun to organize the "aftermath":

"We can't be careless. After a chaotic battle, we must remember to first 'finish the job'."

"Those lying dead on the ground, not one is to be missed. 'Finish the job' on all of them. Using spells or sword qi is fine. Make sure they are really thoroughly dead."

"Then confiscate all their storage bags."

"Array diagrams, array books, and such, don't let go."

"Some evil demons will refine bones and teeth into storage containers. Check all of these as well. If you detect any abnormalities,

Just smash their teeth and break their bones."

"You can also dig open their hearts to see. Some people will refine treasures in their hearts—"

Mo Hua narrated, not at all stingy, imparting all his lifelong "experience."

A crowd of sect prodigies listened, all stunned in place.

They silently looked at the clear and handsome Mo Hua with eyebrows like a painting, only feeling a deeper chill in the bottom of their hearts.

Mo Hua frowned and said, "What are you dazing for? Time is urgent, quickly do as I said—"

This was inside the demonic grand array; time was pressing. They still didn't know what sudden situations they would encounter or what terrible cultivators they would meet.

Therefore, if they weren't racing against time and scavenging things, what were they standing here looking at?

How could these disciples of the four sects, eight gates, and twelve schools not have a bit of urgency—Mo Hua muttered in his heart.

While they were speaking, the disciples of the Taixu Sect had already, according to Mo Hua's instructions, been constantly "finishing the job" and "scavenging," and prying teeth, breaking bones, and opening chests to find treasures—after all, they were from the Taixu Sect and had been with this little junior brother for so long. These people, more or less, all had a bit of experience.

While the disciples of other sects were silent for a moment, they also sighed helplessly, and then, according to Mo Hua's instructions and referencing the behavior of the Taixu Sect disciples, they followed suit and scavenged the evil array masters on the field.

During this time, there was indeed an evil array master who was "feigning death."

He seemed to have used some "turtle breath" method, borrowing other bodies and covering himself with blood qi, so no one detected him.

But once they started "finishing the job," that was different.

This evil array master had a sword inserted in his chest and saw that his heart meridian was about to be twisted and killed. He immediately couldn't bear it and jumped up wanting to cause trouble, but he was trapped by Mo Hua with a water prison technique and then hacked to death by other disciples with chaotic swords.

At this point, the prodigies of each sect were even more convinced by Mo Hua's words.

They began to seriously execute Mo Hua's "finishing the job" measures, and also scavenged one by one as Mo Hua said.

Even, there would be "cross" checks.

One evil array master would at least suffer "finishing the job" and body search from three sects' prodigies.

Under this kind of situation, it was almost difficult for any fish to escape the net, and even some treasures and array diagrams were difficult to miss.

Not long after, a large pile of "spoils" was placed in front of Mo Hua.

Both spiritual stones, evil pills, evil tools, evil arrays, and other evil objects.

And many jade slips, array books, array diagrams, and other array classics related to demonic arrays.

Mo Hua nodded, quite satisfied.