Chapter 266: Cliff

Elder Yu finished speaking, suddenly slapped the table, and said angrily, "They really deserve to die!"

Over two hundred years! So many demon hunters have disappeared in Black Mountain.

Some were indeed killed by demonic beasts, but among them, how many were killed by these evil people in the deep mountains, then dragged into the deep mountains, nobody knows.

The key is that for so many years, everyone was completely unaware.

Elder Yu thought about it, perhaps it was precisely because Black Mountain was dangerous, and it was normal for cultivators to disappear, so they used this as a cover to secretly kill people.

The chill in Elder Yu's heart gradually deepened.

This group of people are utterly evil, their scheme is long-term, and truly profound!

Elder Yu took a deep breath and said to Mo Hua:

"I will inform everyone below, whether this matter is true or false, everyone should be well-prepared. Although your movement technique is good, you must also be a bit careful."

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Don't worry, Elder Yu, I will be careful."

Elder Yu nodded with satisfaction.

If Mo Hua hadn't been meticulous and discovered the trickery within, it might have been another ten or even a hundred years before they realized that there was such a danger in Black Mountain.

Beside the sleeping couch, there was a fierce tiger sleeping soundly!

Elder Yu sighed and frowned tightly.

After Elder Yu passed on the news of the deep mountains, the demon hunters were extremely shocked to hear it.

Among the demon hunters who disappeared over the years, some were their fathers, elders, brothers, or relatives.

Demon hunting is inherently dangerous, and life and death are hard to predict, so it is unavoidable for them to disappear.

Everyone could only bury their sorrow deep in their hearts and continue to work hard to survive.

But now they know that there are still such secrets within the deep mountains, that these demon hunters may not have disappeared, but were harmed, and their bones are no longer in existence.

The hearts of the crowd were both shocked and angry.

In the following few days, whenever the demon hunters entered the mountains, they all raised their spirits to the highest level, both wanting to find some clues about the evil cultivators and paying attention to the marked positions on the map.

But there was still not a single clue.

This group of evil people have been hiding for two or three hundred years, and it is indeed difficult to find them in a short time.

The demon hunters were indignant, but helpless.

Black Mountain, within the inner mountain.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on a large stone.

In front of him was the deep mountain, with dense miasma fog covering the mountain ranges.

His divine sense was released, and he perceived only fuzzy, disordered, and mixed spiritual power remnants.

Like various colored spiritual power threads, woven into thread balls, clump by clump, piece by piece, covering everything in the inner mountain.

"Black Mountain's great fog can cover the abyss thickets..."

Mo Hua muttered once, then opened the map, and began to verify the locations one by one at the junction of the inner mountain and the deep mountain.

The deep mountains are heavily fogged. If you enter directly without distinguishing directions, the danger is unknown, and you will undoubtedly die.

The evil cultivators can enter the deep mountains, so there should be a special path.

If Mo Hua's guess is not wrong, this map of the bald arhat is actually a guide map to enter the deep mountains.

The evil cultivators committed great crimes, unforgivable for ten evils, and were wanted by the Dao Court. When there was no way out, according to this guide map, they could find the path to enter the deep mountains.

Otherwise, with the deep mountains' dense miasma fog, not to mention these outside evil cultivators, even local demon hunters would not be able to find their direction.

Since it is a guide map, it must necessarily start from the inner mountain and point to the deep mountains.

That is to say, a part of the map's route is in the inner mountain, and a part is in the deep mountains.

This is also the reason why Mo Hua felt both familiar and strange.

Familiar was the inner mountain, and strange was the deep mountains.

As long as he finds the positions on the map, he can pass through the great fog, enter the deep mountains, and find the hiding places of these evil people.

But it is not easy to find the specific location with this incomplete map.

The map's handwriting is sloppy, it should have been copied temporarily, and it is incomplete, not drawing out the complete mountain shape.

This map, he doesn't know who drew it, or where it was copied from, and finally fell into the hands of the bald arhat.

The bald arhat killed people to obtain the map, which was actually a way for him to leave a back road for himself.

Evil cultivators not only kill people but also are killed by people.

With this map, once things did not go well, he could enter the deep mountains and have a place of shelter.

But the map was incomplete, and he simply could not find the entrance to the deep mountains.

Moreover, the movement technique he relied on for survival could not escape Mo Hua's grasp, so he was captured and imprisoned in the Dao Prison before he could enter the deep mountains.

Before, he didn't want to tell the truth, perhaps still holding onto a glimmer of hope.

His privately hidden stolen goods in the valley were confiscated, his family property accumulated over the years was all gone. If he could still escape, entering the deep mountains would be his only choice.

It was also the only choice for these desperate people.

It's good that he has an idea and a direction, so Mo Hua can begin to search.

After several days of searching with no results, Mo Hua finally found a place that was six or seven points similar to the map.

This place is the junction of the inner mountain and the deep mountains.

The shapes of the mountains on both sides are faintly opposite, rising and falling between each other, mutually dependent.

Moreover, although located in the inner mountain, the great fog is even heavier, faintly having the breath of the deep mountains, transmitting over from the middle of the fog.

Mo Hua's spirit lifted, facing the map, he walked while looking.

As he walked, Mo Hua could no longer go down.

Blocking Mo Hua in front was a cliff.

The cliff was wide, and he didn't know its edge.

Below the cliff was a ten thousand zhang abyss so deep that he couldn't see the bottom, covered by fog, making people look at it with fear.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed.

He had been searching for many days, and this was already the most similar place according to the map, but he didn't expect that the front was actually a dead end.

But to give up just like this, Mo Hua was again a little unwilling.

He again looked around, thinking in his heart:

"Black Mountain's great fog can cover the abyss thickets... This abyss thickets, can be said to be the evil cultivators' evilness like the abyss thickets, or it can be said to be the ten thousand zhang abyss..."

Saying this, perhaps they are hiding in the ten thousand zhang abyss below the cliff?

Mo Hua's eyes slightly brightened.

It seemed not impossible.

"Then what to do? Directly jump down?"

Mo Hua lay on the edge of the cliff and looked down, immediately his hair stood on end.

The cliff was too deep, if he fell down, perhaps his body would really be smashed to pieces.

"Perhaps the bottom of the cliff is not deep, just covered by the great fog?"

Mo Hua guessed again.

He found a large stone nearby, spent a great deal of effort, and moved it to the edge of the cliff, throwing it down from the edge of the cliff.

The falling stone entered the cloud fog below the cliff, making a "ge zhi" sound, seeming to hit a mountain stone, then rolling down along the cliff wall, after that, there was not the slightest echo.

"It is indeed immeasurably deep..."

Mo Hua again released his divine sense and looked around.

In the virtual white view of his divine sense, the various breaths of heaven and earth were varied.

There was spirit qi that was pale and faint, almost hard to distinguish, turbid yellow miasma gas, faint white fog gas, and other hazy virtual shadows of mountain stones and forest trees.

But there was still no road.

Mo Hua sighed, perhaps it wasn't here.

After Mo Hua searched for several more days, still with no harvest, this matter could only be temporarily shelved.

The demon hunters in the mountains will pay attention as long as they enter the mountains. With more people, their strength is greater, and they might have some clues.

Mo Hua still has one important matter to do.

He has already finished drawing the Nine Paths Half Reverse Spirit Array, and can go find Mister Zhuang to learn the hidden array.

As long as he learns the hidden array, even if his spiritual root has some flaws, he can still display the hidden technique.