Chapter 272: Black Mountain Stronghold

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Mo Hua looked extremely shocked.

“Black Mountain Stronghold!”

Deep within the Great Black Mountain, there was unexpectedly a stronghold!

The mountain gate of this stronghold was ancient, estimated to have existed for hundreds of years.

Bloodstains spotted the gate. It should be from killing people and throwing heads, with blood splattering on it. Through years of accumulation, new and old mingled, emitting a nauseating stench.

It looked both gloomy and strange.

“Midnight, the third watch, offer a name and ask the way.”

Mo Hua silently recited in his heart.

Offer a name and ask the way, so this was the meaning. Kill people and cut off heads, using human heads as the certificate of offering a name. This way, the Black Mountain Stronghold's gate would appear.

The gate appearing also meant that the evil cultivators inside the stronghold accepted you.

Indeed, after a moment, accompanied by some ancient and awful "creak" sounds, the Black Mountain Stronghold's gate slowly opened.

The fat cultivator's face showed a crazy obsession. He tidied his daoist robe a bit, then walked step by step into Black Mountain Stronghold.

After he entered Black Mountain Stronghold, the "creak" sound rose again, the gate slowly closed again, then gradually disappeared.

The fat cultivator also completely vanished without a trace.

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched slightly.

So this was how one entered Black Mountain Stronghold...

Hidden so deep, no wonder no one had discovered it for so many years.

Moreover, looking at it this way, those who could enter Black Mountain Stronghold were truly evil cultivators with blood on their hands.

At least this fatty was not a good person.

He had six human lives on his hands. He suddenly attacked those who called him brother and friend, both fast and ruthless, a single sword piercing the chest, leaving them no time to defend.

He was on good terms with the thin cultivator, just wanting to bring a living "offer name certificate", then chop off the head, so he could also offer a name and ask the way, and enter Black Mountain Stronghold.

It is estimated that he fundamentally did not care about this thin cultivator whose body and head were separated.

Cultivating the dao is dangerous, and human hearts are unpredictable.

Mo Hua witnessed this again this time, taking it as a deep warning in his heart.

One should be more wary of cultivators they do not recognize, especially those who are semi-familiar. Knowing a person's face does not mean knowing their heart.

At the same time, Mo Hua also learned.

If he had to strike, he must be like this fat cultivator, taking people by surprise.

"What should I do next?" Mo Hua frowned and thought.

Should he try to sneak in and see?

This Black Mountain Stronghold was a bit strange. He could not see what was inside, and his heart felt a bit uncertain.

At least he should roughly see how many evil cultivators were inside.

Quietly take a look, without alarming anyone...

Mo Hua silently said in his heart.

But how to sneak in?

Mo Hua was a bit troubled.

There should also be a hidden array set up on the Black Mountain Stronghold's mountain gate, and it should be denser than the one set up between the cliffs on the mountain road.

If one did not carefully sweep it with divine sense, they would fundamentally not notice it.

Now the mountain gate was closed and had disappeared.

Unless someone "offered a name and asked the way" again, it was estimated that it would not open. Surely Mo Hua could not also throw in a human head and use that to knock on the door...

Moreover, entering from the front, even if Mo Hua could hide, he might not necessarily not be discovered.

Once discovered, that would be dangerous.

"What to do?" Mo Hua pondered.

Although the Black Mountain Stronghold's mountain gate had disappeared, its outline still appeared in Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua peeked at Black Mountain Stronghold with his divine sense, his thoughts turning quickly, and gradually he had a way.

The hundreds of professions of cultivating the dao could not be separated from arrays, even more so for cultivating dao buildings.

Although this Black Mountain Stronghold was strange and gloomy, it did not appear out of nowhere. It was a cultivating dao building built by cultivators. The functions of hidden defense, warning, and some buildings all relied on arrays.

Moreover, there should be a skilled array master inside the stronghold. If so, then this stronghold might rely entirely on arrays to build.

Since it relied on arrays, then the problem was solved.

What Mo Hua was most skilled at was also arrays.

He remained hidden, circling around the location of Black Mountain Stronghold's mountain gate. He had a rough guess in his heart.

This Black Mountain Stronghold was built against the back mountain. The two sides were surrounded by the mountain terrain. A mountain gate was built at the gap, and there should also be high walls on both sides.

Mo Hua followed the mountain peaks on both sides and climbed up, indeed seeing high mountain walls.

The mountain gate was covered by a hidden array, but the mountain walls on both sides were not.

It was estimated that because hidden arrays were difficult to learn and draw, they only covered the gate. It was impossible to cover everywhere and hide all the mountain walls on both sides.

Mo Hua let out a breath. It seemed that although the level of this array master was high, it was not exceptionally high.

It was estimated to be only slightly stronger than himself...

And besides the hidden array drawn on the mountain gate, the arrays on the high walls in the two places were mainly for defense and warning.

The defense arrays included earth-stone arrays, earth-wood arrays, and some solid earth arrays. Most of them were compound arrays, mixed with a few single arrays.

There were also some arrays on the walls that Mo Hua had not seen before, but their array style was somewhat similar to the Si Nan mother-child array, and they were also gold system compound arrays.

So Mo Hua speculated that these should be warning type arrays.

Hidden in the front to prevent being discovered, with defense and warning on both sides to guard against cultivators sneaking in.

Mo Hua nodded. This array design was quite reasonable.

Used to prevent ordinary cultivators, it should be enough. Even ordinary array masters might not see any flaws.

However, Mo Hua personally designed and planned all the arrays on the largest refining tools shop and refining pills shop in Tong Xian City. He knew the arrays used for one-grade buildings like the back of his hand.

Although the arrays on this Black Mountain Stronghold were cleverly designed, limited by vision and pattern, and building this kind of sneaky stronghold, the constructions on many arrays were obviously much cruder.

In Mo Hua's eyes, there were simply many flaws.

Moreover, the arrays on the stronghold should also have been drawn by this array master alone.

Drawing for a long time in the front and back, new and old arrays overlapped, some even conflicted, just barely linked together.

Ordinary array masters draw arrays quite slowly.

Array masters like Mo Hua, who drew arrays every day, were extremely familiar with arrays, and because they learned Heavenly Derivation Art, their divine sense was sharp, and they drew arrays extremely quickly, were originally few in number.

Drawing by one person, drawing this way was also considered normal.

But this way, the flaws in the entire set of arrays were even more numerous.

Mo Hua was relieved. In some places, this array master still seemed not as good as himself.

Mo Hua circled around two more times, then got a general sense of these arrays. After finding a weak spot, he sat cross-legged and took out his pen and ink from his storage bag.

The best way to respond to arrays was to solve them.

Breaking arrays caused too much movement, and with Mo Hua's current cultivation, he could not break the arrays of this stronghold.

Moreover, what could best embody an array master's skill was solving arrays.

This was what Mr. Zhuang told him, and Mo Hua remembered it very clearly.

Afterward, Mo Hua began to solve the arrays.

He first solved the warning arrays to prevent being detected by the cultivators inside. Afterward, he used array patterns to counter and solved the connected earth-stone array and earth-wood array in front.

This small block of arrays was independent and did not form a system with the surrounding compound arrays, so being lifted rendered it ineffective and it would not be discovered.

After solving the arrays, the array patterns flashed slightly, then turned gray, losing their array effect.

The wall corner, which served as the medium for the arrays, also rustled and dried up because the array patterns were invalid, becoming soft.

Mo Hua again perceived the surroundings with his divine sense, confirming that there was no one in all four directions, then secretly took out a small dagger and began to dig at the wall corner little by little.

Master Chen helped Mo Hua refine the Qian Jun stick, and afterward felt it was still not enough, so he specially refined a small dagger for him to peel fruit.

This small dagger was just right to use to dig the wall corner now.

Mo Hua dug for a while, rested for a while, released his divine sense to the outside, confirmed there was no one, then continued to dig.

He did not know how long he dug, but the wall corner was finally dug through, creating a small hole.

Mo Hua made his face dirty, only his two eyes flashed brightly.

"Success!"

He could slip in to see!

Mo Hua was not old and his body shape was small and exquisite. This hole was just right and not easy to be discovered.

Mo Hua rested a bit again, waited for his strength and spiritual power to recover, heavily cast his hidden technique, opened the hidden array, confirmed everything was prepared thoroughly, then followed the hole and carefully crawled in.

Under the pitch-black night curtain, in the strange deep mountains.

Little Mo Hua, unknown to gods and ghosts, drilled into Black Mountain Stronghold.

Black Mountain Stronghold had been built for two or three hundred years, and it was also the first time it welcomed a small cultivator who did not walk through the gate.