Chapter 775: Killing Trap

This is too outrageous.

How can he, a sword-forging master, draw array formations?

Even if he could draw sword arrays, that would be one thing, but how could he draw array patterns of the divine way that are almost lost?

How did he learn it?

Is the divine way array method so worthless?

Mo Hua was full of doubts for a while.

He narrowed his eyes again, staring at that sneaky old demonic cultivator, especially looking at the array pattern he had just drawn for a while, his expression slightly solemn.

This old guy kept drawing the same pattern over and over again.

That is to say, he might only know this one array pattern.

But this one array pattern was simply unbelievable.

It was different from the simplified divine way array method he obtained from the wellhead in the small fishing village and the River God Temple.

It was also different from the misty divine way array method he had deduced in the Myriad Demon Forest.

It was a brand new divine way array pattern.

He had never seen it before.

"Could this be one kind of complete divine way array method system within the Myriad Demon Valley that Senior Xun Zi Xian spoke of?"

Mo Hua frowned.

But what was the use of this array pattern?

Why would he draw this divine way array pattern on the Life Sword Bone?

Mo Hua's gaze sank slightly.

"This old swindler probably has quite a few secrets on him..."

The sword forging continued.

The old demonic cultivator took advantage of Ouyang Mu's inattention, drew the divine way array pattern on the sword bone, and then covered it with blood. Afterward, as if nothing had happened, he continued to refine the sword bone with a very complex procedure.

Ouyang Mu had also quenched the refined iron and turned around to continue learning sword forging from the old demonic cultivator.

The old demonic cultivator acted as usual.

Ouyang Mu was completely unaware of what the old demonic cultivator had done behind his back.

After another series of complex sword forging processes, probably several hours later, the old demonic cultivator said:

"That's enough for today, come back tomorrow."

"Understood, Senior."

Ouyang Mu cupped his hands. He had been refining for several hours and was a bit tired. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded, saying:

"Then this junior will take his leave."

After Ouyang Mu left.

The old demonic cultivator took out the Life Sword Bone, and with his scarlet, tumor-covered palm, gently stroked the divine way array pattern on the sword bone, murmuring softly in a low, inaudible hoarse voice:

"This life of mine... all depends on you..."

Then he seemed to have insufficient energy, so he hugged the sword bone and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hua sized up the sword bone and found that its length was almost exactly the same as the old demonic cultivator's spine, fitting perfectly. His gaze turned slightly cold.

He pondered for a moment and quietly left.

Upon arriving at the prison, Mo Hua told Ouyang Mu and Ling Hu Xiao about the old demonic cultivator's matter.

Ouyang Mu was a bit shocked, "Array pattern?"

Mo Hua nodded.

"Is it a sword pattern?"

"No, it's a very special divine way array pattern. I haven't seen it before and don't know its use."

Ouyang Mu and Ling Hu Xiao both frowned.

Ling Hu Xiao thought for a bit and then said: "So, this old demonic cultivator's scheme must be related to this sword bone."

"Could he be... forging a Life Sword Embryo for himself?"

Mo Hua nodded, "There's a possibility..."

He had guessed the same before, but since there was no evidence, he couldn't be sure.

"But," Mo Hua frowned, "Using one's own spine to forge a Life Sword Bone, what kind of sword forging method is this?"

Ling Hu Xiao shook his head.

Then, both of them looked at Ouyang Mu.

Among the three, only Ouyang Mu's sword forging technique was the most exquisite, and his knowledge of refining tools was also broad.

Ouyang Mu said with a solemn expression:

"I'm not entirely sure, but in my family, some miscellaneous cultivation records about refining tools have similar accounts. This is a method of nurturing a sword with one's body, a sword forging method that unites man and tool."

"However, this sword forging method is further subdivided into many branches, and even the degree of positive and evil varies. Some methods are merely bloody, harming oneself but not others, while some are extremely evil and require manufacturing great karmic killings..."

"This old senior... this old guy is forging a sword with his own 'spine bone'. What path is he following, what method is he using, I can't tell right now."

Ouyang Mu shook his head.

Ling Hu Xiao frowned, pondered for a moment, "There's a problem..."

He turned his head, looked at Mo Hua and Ouyang Mu, and said slowly:

"Forging a Life Sword Bone with one's own spine is necessarily used to refine a Life Evil Sword. This old demonic cultivator probably wants to seize this opportunity to form a Golden Core within this Myriad Demon Prison?"

Ouyang Mu was startled and nodded repeatedly, "This old guy said that once a demonic cultivator within the Myriad Demon Prison forms a core, they can leave the valley and serve the 'Young Master' outside. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, much more free and easy than within this valley."

"Furthermore, after forming a core, one's lifespan will increase. He can also live for quite a few years, which is equivalent to defying heaven and changing fate..."

Mo Hua nodded slowly, but then his gaze condensed, "But can he live that long?"

Ouyang Mu and Ling Hu Xiao showed thoughtful expressions.

Mo Hua continued, "That old demonic cultivator drew out his own spine, his body is hunched, he coughs blood constantly, and occasionally he sits alone in the evil tool room, stuffing large handfuls of pills into his mouth."

"Moreover, I can clearly feel that the death qi on his body is getting heavier and heavier..."

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "Forging a Life Sword Bone and refining a Life Evil Sword all take a significant amount of time. He probably won't even wait until this sword is forged before he breathes his last."

Ouyang Mu nodded, "That's true..."

This old demonic cultivator's scheme was good, but he didn't have much time left. What was he still blindly fussing about?

Ouyang Mu frowned, thought for a bit, and didn't know what he thought of, suddenly startled:

"Senior Brother Mo, there's still one possibility."

Mo Hua was startled, "What possibility?"

"That is..." Ouyang Mu's face was slightly pale, "This sword bone of his might actually already be forged! He said he was teaching me to forge swords, but he was actually just pretending..."

Ouyang Mu recalled a bit again, and nodded, saying:

"Yes, these past few days, he taught me to forge swords. On the surface, he was being good to me, not letting me touch any bloody, evil, or strange sword forging methods. In reality, it's because he fundamentally doesn't need my help. This spine bone of his is already a forged sword bone!"

Mo Hua's gaze shifted slightly, "Then why, after the sword bone was forged, did he not further refine it into a Life Evil Sword? Is it because... he lacked some condition?"

Lacked some condition...

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Ouyang Mu.

Ling Hu Xiao thought for a bit and also looked at Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment, pointed to himself, "Me?"

"Mm." Mo Hua nodded, "Before you came, that old guy was quietly refining the sword. After you came, he took out the sword bone to scheme for forging the Life Evil Sword..."

"Clearly, you are the key, and also the condition for him to forge the Life Sword and form a Golden Core."

Ling Hu Xiao's face showed worry, "Then Junior Brother Mu, aren't you very dangerous?"

"Since the Life Sword Bone has already been refined, it's hard to say how long it will take before that old demonic cultivator refines the Life Magical Tool and uses it to form his core."

"Yes," Mo Hua sighed, frowning slightly:

"The current problem is, we don't know his true sword forging method and what tricks are involved."

"Also, what is the exact effect of the array pattern he drew on the sword bone..."

Everyone was somewhat worried, but couldn't show it.

But just thinking about it here wouldn't lead to a solution, and there was no better way.

"We'll have to wait and see..."

Mo Hua patted Ouyang Mu's shoulder, "You need to be more careful."

"Mm." Ouyang Mu said with a solemn expression.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, feeling somewhat uneasy, and then said:

"Wait a moment."

He ran back to the formation hub secret room, selected some array disks and spirit tools, and then temporarily drew some array formations. Only then did he return to the prison and give all of these to Ouyang Mu at once.

"Hide them secretly..."

"This Heart Protection Mirror has a Gold Stone Array on it and can protect your heart pulse."

"These array disks, if the situation is urgent, can be deployed at any time to delay the enemy."

"This black cloth must be kept properly. If you feel dizzy, immediately cover your forehead with it..."

"There are also some Demon Warding and Blood Recovery Pills here. You keep them too. If demonic qi enters your body or you lose too much blood, just take them immediately..."

Mo Hua instructed him one by one.

Ouyang Mu was endlessly moved in his heart, firmly remembering Mo Hua's instructions, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo!"

"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.

With these means, the little woodhead at least has some self-protection power.

It's just that he doesn't know when that old demonic cultivator will make his move...

The next day, Mo Hua went to the old demonic cultivator's evil tool room in advance.

He wanted to see if he could discover any other clues.

But upon arriving at the evil tool room, he found that there were already people inside.

A tall, sturdy figure with a completely different aura, Jin Gui, was talking to the old demonic cultivator.

He seemed to be accusing something.

"Too slow..."

"Are you really teaching him to refine evil tools?"

"That little brat from the Ouyang family has clearly been learning for several days, why isn't there much demonic evil qi on him?"

"Old guy, what exactly are you doing?"

Jin Gui had entered the demonic path and his temper had become much more violent.

A hint of cold sharpness flashed in the old demonic cultivator's eyes, then became muddy again.

He lowered his head and said in an old voice:

"Refining tools requires patience, step by step. Whether it's the righteous path or the evil path, you can't reach the end in one step. You always need a plan and proceed step by step..."

After speaking, he coughed several times and couldn't help but cough up blood again.

Jin Gui looked at him slightly with disgust and cursed in a low voice, "Old immortal..."

Then he snorted coldly and said faintly:

"From today onwards, I will send someone to guard you and see if you are properly teaching that little brat and if you have let that little brat touch blood and fall into the demonic path..."

The old demonic cultivator's expression changed slightly, and he refused, saying:

"This won't do. Forging a sword is a secret, my life's painstaking effort. Absolutely no outsiders are allowed to pry!"

Jin Gui sneered, "What time is it now, and you still talk about secrets? Even if your sword forging is good, you're just a one or two grade sword forging master, you won't go beyond the two-grade category. What does your little bit of refining tool skill count for?"

"Furthermore, this is the Young Master's command. Among all the matters in this Myriad Demon Valley, which one is more important than the Young Master's matter?"

"Do you want to violate the Young Master's command?"

The old demonic cultivator suppressed the icy coldness in his eyes, lowered his head and said: "I wouldn't dare..."

Jin Gui nodded slightly and said indifferently:

"That's right, time is running out. You'd better hurry up and don't delay the Young Master's big plan, otherwise you'll be scattered and die without a burial place!"

The old demonic cultivator said nothing more, only lowering his head, "Yes."

Jin Gui looked coldly at the old demonic cultivator, then turned and left.

After Jin Gui left, the evil tool room, with its bone fire and foul-smelling blood pool, was left with only the old demonic cultivator.

The old demonic cultivator still hung his head.

Without his spine, his body was hunched, and once he lowered his head, it was difficult to stand straight again.

But just because he lowered his head, Mo Hua couldn't see his expression clearly, only hearing him murmur: "Yes, time... is running out..."

Mo Hua's gaze was slightly stunned.

After this, the old demonic cultivator had no other special actions. He still lay on the chair, flipping through a piece of demonic skin paper.

About half an hour later, Ouyang Mu was brought in.

But this time was different.

He was brought in by two demonic cultivators. Based on Mo Hua's experience, one of them was a dog-headed demonic cultivator.

The other one had sharp eyes and was bald. The probability was high that, like 'Bald Eagle', he was an eagle-patterned demonic cultivator.

After bringing Ouyang Mu in, the dog-headed demonic cultivator walked to the door and guarded it.

While the bald eagle-eyed demonic cultivator stayed in the evil tool master's room, staring at the old demonic cultivator with sharp eyes, his tone cold.

"Master, the manager instructed me to watch here to prevent any accidents."

Saying "watch" was actually "monitor."

The old demonic cultivator nodded and said faintly:

"Understood..."

Then he no longer paid attention to these two demonic cultivators, the bald head and the dog head, and said to Ouyang Mu himself:

"I will continue to teach you to forge swords."

Ouyang Mu's expression held a hint of complexity, but he still remembered Mo Hua's instructions, pretending that nothing had happened and that he knew nothing, nodding and saying:

"Understood, Senior."

Afterward, everything proceeded as usual.

The old demonic cultivator patiently taught sword forging, Ouyang Mu's heart wasn't in learning sword forging, the bald-headed demonic cultivator monitored with a torch-like gaze, and the dog-headed demonic cultivator watched the door with a vigilant expression.

After a period of time, the old demonic cultivator seemed tired and said to Ouyang Mu:

"You refine for a while yourself, I'll rest."

Then he turned and walked to a chair on the side, slowly sitting down.

But as soon as he sat down, he couldn't stop coughing, constantly coughing up blood. Helpless, he had to take out several pills and shakily stuff them into his mouth.

Finally, he lay on the chair, gasping for breath in large gulps, like an old dog about to die. Every breath he exhaled carried a foul smell.

The eagle-patterned demonic cultivator frowned at the sight, his expression a bit disgusted, and he slightly averted his gaze.

The sizzling of the furnace fire, the pounding of the forged iron, and the gasping of the old demonic cultivator merged together.

The room was clearly very noisy, but there was an inexplicable feeling of dead silence.

After a moment, the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's expression suddenly changed slightly, detecting a hint of something wrong.

The old demonic cultivator's gasping seemed to have disappeared.

The eagle-patterned demonic cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked to the side, only to see that on the chair, there was only a black robe and some shed demonic skin left.

"Not good!"

A chill suddenly surged in the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's heart. He immediately activated his eagle pattern, the demonic pattern on his head flashed, essence light surged in his eyes, and he searched the room for the old demonic cultivator's figure.

But before he could find a trace, killing intent suddenly descended.

A long, dark red tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ground, carrying a sinister demonic power, and suddenly slashed towards the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's waist and limbs, as if it wanted to cut his waist in half.

The eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's pupils trembled fiercely. He leaped vertically, dodging this sneak attack.

Although his pattern was an eagle pattern, he was, after all, only at the Foundation Establishment stage, unable to fly vertically and float in the air. There was no way to avoid it.

This brief hover became a flaw.

From his own shadow, several evil swords suddenly flew out, their speed strangely fast, drawing arcs of bloody light, deeply stabbing into the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's body.

The evil swords contained bloody and foul sword qi, and were also attached with highly toxic demonic power.

The eagle-patterned demonic cultivator immediately became severely poisoned, his blood vessels stinging with pain, both surprised and angry, opening his eyes and roaring:

"Old evil beast, how dare you?!"

He never expected that although this was his first time monitoring, this old immortal would suddenly strike with killing intent.

Was he not afraid of violating the taboo of the Myriad Demon Valley and being devoured by myriad demons and dying?

"You actually..."

He still wanted to say something, but the old demonic cultivator had been plotting for who knows how long, and now that he had suddenly made his move, he obviously wouldn't give him a single chance.

From his own shadow, a demonic creature suddenly swam out.

This demonic creature's body was like a long insect, with sharp, blade-like segmented limbs on both sides, a human face on top, spitting a long tongue, and its segmented limbs trembling, crawling quickly on the ground.

Its speed was extremely fast. In just a moment, it was near the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's body, and then it took advantage of his numbness from the poison and directly coiled around him.

Sharp segmented limbs deeply stabbed into the flesh.

Its long, snake-like body constantly rolled, causing the segmented limbs to cut into the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator's body.

The eagle-patterned demonic cultivator roared, "You..."

But before he could finish speaking, his head was also stabbed in by the segmented limbs. A flash of bloody light passed over, and he was cut into a bloody mess.

The scene was both bloody and cruel.

Mo Hua gasped in cold air.

This old guy was actually a centipede demon!

Moreover, his actions were swift and decisive, his human face ferocious, completely devoid of his previous sickly appearance.

He was an old sinister guy!

Furthermore, he had an urgent temper. He killed without hesitation, not at all ambiguous.

After several rounds, the eagle-patterned demonic cultivator immediately died.

By the time the dog-headed demonic cultivator outside the door heard the sound and rushed over, it was already too late.

He could only see that in the eerie and strange refining room, there was blood everywhere, and besides that, there was a bloody and mangled corpse, as well as a bizarre and terrifying demonic cultivator.

Sharp limbs, an ugly demonic body, and that weird human face on the demonic body.

Just at this moment, that weird human face twisted its neck, turned its head, and smiled at him.

The dog-headed demonic cultivator's hair immediately stood on end, and he turned and ran.

He was fundamentally no match for this kind of evil, strange, ruthless, and sinister old demonic cultivator.

But although he ran fast, the centipede-shaped old demonic cultivator used his many segmented limbs together and crawled even faster. In no time, he coiled around the dog-headed demonic cultivator's body and followed the same method.

A moment later, the dog-headed demonic cultivator's body was twisted like a towel.

Blood dripped down like water from a towel.

By this point, the two guarding demonic cultivators had all been killed.

The old demonic cultivator withdrew his demonic transformation and became that old and decrepit demonic cultivator again. He stretched out his old hand, tremblingly shaking to close the big door of the refining room, sealing the array, and isolating everything inside.

Afterward, he walked back into the room step by step.

At this time, the smell of blood permeated the air. Ouyang Mu's face was slightly pale, but his gaze was firm.

The old demonic cultivator was a little surprised, slowly nodded, and praised: "Not bad, you can stay calm when suddenly encountering a change in situation."

Ouyang Mu was a little nervous, but he still calmed down and asked:

"Old Senior, what exactly do you want to do?"

The old demonic cultivator grinned, revealing the sharp teeth and long tongue in his mouth, as well as the blood from gnawing on the demonic cultivator just now, "You'll know in a moment."

As soon as the words fell, demonic wind suddenly rose.

Ouyang Mu only felt a bloody color before his eyes. That old demonic cultivator had already turned into a centipede, pouncing towards him with a bloody and foul-smelling wind.

But a moment later, with a bang, the bloody color was instantly replaced by the light of fire.

Around Ouyang Mu, a dazzling light emitted, and roaring flames burned up, protecting Ouyang Mu in the middle.

The Ground Fire Killing Array exploded.

Surging spiritual power rampaged.

In an instant, a long, insect-shaped demonic creature was repelled by the flames, falling to the ground, rolling non-stop.

After the flames extinguished, the centipede demonic creature curled up its body, withdrew its demonic transformation, and became that hunched old demonic cultivator again.

He gasped roughly like an injured wild beast, looking at Ouyang Mu with sharp eyes, and said in a trembling voice:

"Array method?"

How could this little brat still use array methods?

The old demonic cultivator thought for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed, "No, this isn't your method!"

"Who is helping you?!"

Just at this moment, a faint sword humming sound rang out.

The old demonic cultivator's ears and eyes stretched slightly, and then he saw a path of extremely sharp golden light flash through the air.

Then a thin golden line drew through the air, carrying an icy and cruel killing intent, arriving in an instant.

Perceiving this sharp killing intent, the old demonic cultivator's expression changed drastically. For a moment, he found it somewhat hard to believe:

"Sword control?!"

(This chapter is complete)