Chapter 776: Sword Demon

Golden light condensed like thread, its sword killing intent severe.

The old demon cultivator's expression changed greatly, and he immediately transformed into a demon beast, drawing in his limbs and blocking his body. At the same time, he retreated rapidly, trying desperately to avoid this sword.

But this sword was extremely fast.

Before he could retreat a few steps, the golden sword light carrying sharp killing intent had already approached his eyes.

The old demon cultivator clenched his teeth, using his hardened limbs to protect all his vital points.

Then the sword pattern flashed, golden light bloomed, and the spirit sword shattered, like a pair of golden lotus flowers blooming, magnificent and dangerous.

In an instant, sword energy overflowed, and blood mist exploded.

The old demon cultivator had plans in his heart. He slowly glanced at Mo Hua, then at Ouyang Mu on the side, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Little brother, are you and this boy from the Ouyang family from the same sect?"

A chill went through the old demon cultivator's heart.

Mo Hua, in his divine sense form, was still a child from before he reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

His limbs were chopped off by the sword energy and scattered away, and his flesh was cut by the shattered sword, exploding everywhere.

Golden Core?!

"No," the old demon cultivator shook his head, thinking, "It's impossible to be a Golden Core. The spiritual power hasn't crystallized yet, it's still at the Foundation Establishment level cultivation."

Where did this damn little ghost learn such a strange body technique?

But he didn't give up. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Mo Hua's figure and continued to swing his limbs, chopping towards Mo Hua.

Divine sense locked!

The demonic wind suddenly rose, and the blood light greatly flourished.

The ferocious laugh of the White Bone Sword Demon froze on its face.

Every step it retreated, a circle of arrays exploded, wrapping the old demon cultivator layer by layer until he was completely swallowed.

But in its heart, it didn't feel a trace of pity.

The bone sword seemed to have been injected with a "soul", or fused with "flesh". Blood seeped out, white bone grew, white flesh was born, expanding little by little, growing... finally transforming into a ferocious and cold "White Bone Centipede Sword Demon" with two arms and six claws.

Mo Hua's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The black cloth wrapped around him seemed to isolate everything.

The blood mist of the evil sword instantly covered the entire room.

Now that he had been stabbed by a sword, he was like a frightened bird, fully focused, and his perception became much sharper.

Mo Hua smiled slyly and didn't speak.

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said:

"Old swindler, you forged a sword bone wanting to form a core. Now the arrow is on the string, it's a matter of success or failure, how could you stop?"

In the blood pool, there was a ferocious bone sword.

The old demon cultivator's gaze was slightly cold. "Then you know how I forge the sword bone and how I form the core?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly, just in doubt, when sudden changes arose.

"Little brother, straightforward people don't beat around the bush. Although I don't know how you got in, you should understand that this is the Ten Thousand Demons Prison. Once you're discovered, even if your sword art is extremely superb, you'll be torn apart and swallowed alive by hundreds and thousands of demon cultivators."

When Mo Hua said these words, he was paying attention to the old demon cultivator's divine sense.

It was exactly the sword bone that the old demon cultivator had forged with his own "spine bone" before.

Ouyang Mu's words had not yet finished.

The old demon cultivator's expression suddenly became ferocious.

He himself was already at the end of his strength.

Mo Hua's figure was like water, dodging the old demon cultivator's attack.

Anyone, any evil spirit, any demon, it feared nothing.

The old demon cultivator's heart was filled with doubts and fears. He opened his eyes and looked around, saying in a hoarse voice:

This little ghost who controls swords, as long as I can get close to him, I'm absolutely not his opponent!

That terrifying sword control, if it comes again, he will undoubtedly die!

At this time, golden light surged on this evil bone sword, and blood flowed like magma, gradually evaporating the old demon cultivator's remaining physical body.

Golden light and fire light spread directly.

The old demon cultivator's heart was shocked.

Fire light and earth light flashed alternately.

But he couldn't avoid it, nor could he fundamentally defend against it.

His voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, clear and pleasant to hear.

Obviously, this time's serious injury and shedding of skin had consumed his last trace of vital energy, bringing him one step closer to his own limit.

This was a kind of divine sense that he had never perceived before.

As long as he could entangle him at close range, making him unable to control his sword, no matter how superb his sword art was, he would just be fish on his chopping block!

Victory or defeat in this one move, life and death also in this one move!

Now, as long as he struck first, the advantage was his!

In the old demon cultivator's gaze, evil energy surged, and his body also began to demonize again. Even if there wasn't enough time and his demonic power wasn't completely recovered, only demonizing halfway and becoming an ugly monster that was half-human and half-centipede was enough.

So, after dodging dozens of rounds, Mo Hua, somewhat embarrassed, managed to free himself and said:

"Old swindler, forget it. My body technique is good, you can't kill me."

This strange little ghost's sword art was indeed outstanding, but his physical body was weak, his spiritual power was weak, and he was necessarily afraid of being close to others.

Senior Brother Mo!

Ouyang Mu shivered and immediately followed, wrapping the black cloth Mo Hua had given him around his forehead.

So every time he saw it, he was inevitably shocked in his heart.

When did he set up these arrays?

"Coincidentally, I just set up a lot of arrays too. I don't want to drag this out with you."

He felt an ice-cold, obscure, and strange divine sense, still carrying inexplicable majesty, quietly descending upon him.

Mo Hua dodged all of them.

The old demon cultivator immediately injected demonic power into another evil sword.

Spiritual power and evil power intertwined and killed each other.

His attention had been entirely on pouncing on and killing Ouyang Mu, so he had almost not noticed this subtle, strange, and obscure divine sense.

The old demon cultivator panicked, and in an emergency, he immediately flung his sleeve, shooting five or six evil short swords several feet long, quenched with centipede demon poison, quickly towards Ouyang Mu on the side.

"So he doesn't dare to show his face, only dares to hide in the dark and control his sword to sneak attack..."

The old demon cultivator's pupils shook violently.

Dust scattered, and the figure that fell from the roof gradually became clear.

And it was surrounded and sealed by array patterns.

His face was also becoming increasingly old.

This kind of sword controlling...

The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the snake-patterned evil sword's blood light greatly flourished, tearing and biting out like a poisonous snake, heading straight towards the roof.

Indeed, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis he felt from the divine sense locking onto him faded.

What was important was this little boy who could control swords.

How is this possible?!

A strong sense of death omen covered his entire body.

He was slightly injured.

He could even see the "panicked" expression and helpless look on Mo Hua's face opposite him.

The White Bone Sword Demon moved the bone sword several times, but found that the sword body was being held by Mo Hua, and no matter how much force it exerted, it didn't move at all.

The old demon cultivator's expression was terrified.

It was exactly that old demon cultivator.

This old demon cultivator attacked suddenly, and his speed was extremely fast.

"Don't think I don't know, your sword bone is already forged. As for forming the core, it's nothing more than using Junior Brother Mu as a catalyst, using some unorthodox evil methods to form the Golden Core."

He had already taken out a second spirit sword.

The old demon cultivator released his divine sense, but the four walls were empty, and he still perceived nothing. But he knew that there must be someone lurking in the dark.

It was now a demon spirit, a sword demon!

Ouyang Mu shivered in his heart and immediately looked at the old demon cultivator who was still regenerating flesh. Then he saw, in the midst of the flesh, a thread of gold and red blood light had appeared at some point.

Although he had seen Senior Brother Mo's sword control before, it was truly unbelievable. The sword light was not only beautiful, but the sword energy was also dangerous, far exceeding cultivators of the same realm.

Ouyang Mu's expression then became anxious.

When he opened his eyes, he saw himself in a blood pool.

His own life bone sword, receiving nourishment from the blood pool, could feel that his evil thought power was unprecedentedly strong.

And at this time, this terrifying sword cultivator was just hiding in the dark, spying on him.

"Little ghost, who are you?"

In the evil weapon room, it suddenly became quiet.

The old demon cultivator's gaze was ferocious.

"But besides controlling swords, I'm afraid he's completely ignorant."

"Why don't you show yourself for a look?"

But, that wasn't right either.

His figure was thin and small, his skin was white.

Mo Hua wasn't sure for a moment whether his guess was right or wrong.

But he was wearing the heart protection mirror that Mo Hua had given him on his heart pulse, so there was no major problem.

He was at the peak cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage.

It wanted to chop this little kid into pieces and swallow him mouthful by mouthful as a gift for its transformation from spirit to demon!

The white bone sword fell fiercely.

But before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua shook his head.

Just at this time, golden light flashed in the air.

The old demon cultivator's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that he was indeed a young child.

If he couldn't get close and kill Mo Hua, once Mo Hua widened the distance and controlled his sword with his divine sense, the one who died would be himself.

"Finally..."

The old demon cultivator thought to himself.

"Nonsense," Mo Hua said, "who doesn't want to form a core?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Old swindler, don't deceive me. Even if I want to stop, you won't let go easily."

But in the next instant, water light flashed, and Mo Hua's figure disappeared without a trace.

The old demon cultivator's expression moved slightly, and he guessed in his heart:

"This little ghost... perhaps he had some fortuitous encounter. His aptitude is clearly poor, but his talent in the sword dao is extremely high, which is why he mastered such fierce sword control at a young age."

The flesh was evaporated by the evil fire of the sword energy, emitting a thin blood mist and a nauseating human stench.

He didn't know what to do, then he heard a voice coming from afar:

"Black cloth, wrap it around your forehead!"

A fierce expression suddenly appeared on its face. One arm transformed into a bone sword, drawing out a pale white light, and chopped towards Mo Hua.

A bloody evil divine sense aura surged from around and was injected into the bone sword.

The old demon cultivator's expression was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice:

Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, "You want to eat me?"

Mo Hua's posture was light and graceful like water, sticking to the sharp limbs, and dangerously dodging past again.

As for Ouyang Mu, that boy was decent at forging swords, but in real combat, he was no match and not important.

Mo Hua, with a pale and tender face, appearing very young compared to the huge White Bone Sword Demon, stretched out a small hand and easily grasped this seemingly sharp evil bone sword.

Earth fire and earth kill, two powerful spiritual power fluctuations, constantly intertwined and killed each other.

"Whatever," the old demon cultivator, transformed into the White Bone Sword Demon with a tall and ferocious form, was completely unconcerned. He laughed wildly, "Smaller is better, and more tender is just right to whet the appetite..."

"A... little ghost?!"

The old demon cultivator looked at it, his pupils shrank, and he was somewhat dazed.

Mo Hua naturally didn't waste words with him.

There was no echo around, no movement.

The old demon cultivator's expression was twisted. He used almost all his strength to try to escape from these arrays.

After a moment, in the middle of the field, a mass of flesh trembled.

"Good."

And its facial aura was vaguely recognizable.

Moreover, his sword control was long-distance sword control.

A powerful spiritual power fluctuation spread, accompanied by fine sword energy and sword fragments.

Immediately, a sudden chill surged into his heart.

The old demon cultivator heard it, and his expression showed a moment of astonishment.

Even, it was so strangely complex that it fundamentally didn't resemble a human's divine sense.

Finally, after the fluctuations of the arrays dissipated, the old demon cultivator had already been killed by the arrays, leaving only a pool of flesh.

Everything was prepared, and Mo Hua's divine sense began to lock on again.

Body technique?

The White Bone Sword Demon was silent.

The old demon cultivator was not dead.

A golden spirit sword broke through the air, exploding a mass of golden sword energy, exterminating all these several blood-colored evil swords.

His face was covered in dust, appearing dirty, but one could see the handsomeness of his eyebrows and eyes, and the innocence and tenderness in his expression.

This array pattern was exactly the divine dao array pattern that the old demon cultivator had drawn on the sword bone.

That was one sword.

Mo Hua thought for a while and opened his mouth:

Or, had he only guessed half of it?

Just as Mo Hua was pondering, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu urgently say from the side:

"Senior Brother Mo, something's wrong! This old thing is secretly eating things!"

After a moment, it suddenly frowned:

"How did you become smaller?"

Then he turned his head and said, "Senior Brother Mo..."

But he was in a dilemma, only dragging his long centipede body, waving his limbs, constantly chasing Mo Hua to chop.

But it was already too late.

It suddenly realized that the situation seemed a little不对劲...

"Stay where you are, don't move." Mo Hua said again.

Ouyang Mu was startled, and could only try to retreat.

The blood-colored sword light hit the roof, causing an explosion.

Not a... child-faced black-haired old monster.

At the same time, his expression also became increasingly solemn, even bringing a hint of fear.

At this moment, with Mo Hua on his back, he kept feeding a kind of flesh-colored pill with his limbs to the insect mouth at the back of his head.

Mo Hua had a confident expression:

For a time, the stone wall cracked, and rubble was everywhere.

The old demon cultivator sneered, "With such highly skilled sword art, why do this villainous behavior, hide your head and show your tail, and not dare to show your face?"

Mo Hua gently pinched it, making a cracking sound.

It saw an unbelievable scene.

After the sword energy dissipated and the blood mist dispersed, the refining weapon room was even messier, as if it had been washed by blood.

Mo Hua's gaze condensed slightly.

He lowered his head and looked. He didn't know when, but layered arrays had been drawn on the ground. Among them, one array shone with golden light, like a golden lock, already entangling his limbs.

At first, he was listening to the two people talk and didn't pay attention. Later, unintentionally, he noticed that the old demon cultivator's actions behind him were somewhat abnormal. He glanced sideways slightly and suddenly discovered that the old demon cultivator, at some point, had stretched out two slender limbs behind him, and a wriggling insect mouth had also cracked open at the back of his head.

Only this old demon cultivator was obviously an old schemer. At this time, the two sides were confronting each other, and his vigilance was extremely high, so his divine sense fluctuations were not obvious.

The old demon cultivator's heart surged with anger.

Ouyang Mu nodded, then listened to Mo Hua's instructions, and obediently sat in meditation in his original place.

Mo Hua was startled.

His head wasn't hurt, his brain wasn't dizzy, and there wasn't that dreamlike hazy feeling either.

Ouyang Mu felt dizzy for a while, only feeling as if his whole body was in a dreamlike illusion, unable to distinguish true from false, and his divine soul also seemed to leave his body.

But his breath instantly weakened considerably.

He wanted to shake off this divine sense lock, but as his divine sense moved, he discovered that this wisp of divine sense was like a maggot on a bone, fundamentally impossible to shake off.

"If I can't form the Golden Core, then I'll continue to live in the form of a demon spirit 'sword demon'..."

The scene was somewhat in a stalemate for a while.

His physical body was very weak, and his spiritual power didn't seem strong either. His blood energy was fresh and tender, without any signs of decay, obviously not very old, fundamentally unlike an old monster.

The old demon cultivator paused and amiably said: "Little brother, why say this?"

"What Daoist friend?"

"Not yet finished..."

On the other side, Mo Hua let that dreamlike illusion feeling, listening to the whispers in his ear, and it was a long time before he felt his divine sense being drawn away.

"You die!"

The old demon cultivator's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

This evil sword, with a snake pattern cast on its body, was longer than before, and under the injection of demonic power, it was soaked in blood-colored light.

"I succeeded!"

The old demon cultivator coldly snorted.

Mo Hua's expression was solemn, faintly tinged with anxiety, but after only a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon cultivator:

"But... what kind of Foundation Establishment cultivator can master such fierce and strange sword control methods?"

Within the blood pool, it was extremely quiet.

The bone sword was caught by Mo Hua with his bare hands.

The old demon cultivator thought it over in his heart.

Then after a moment, it abruptly stopped...

"No matter how cunning you are, you were still forced out by this old man. I want to see who you are..."

It was also precisely the evil sword of life he had carefully prepared for his advancement to the Golden Core.

Had he been led step by step into the center of these densely packed arrays while chasing and killing this little ghost?!

Ouyang Mu opened his mouth.

"In this Ten Thousand Demons Prison, where demon cultivators are everywhere, who still uses such pure sword control?"

The bone sword was caught with bare hands.

At the same time, he also calculated in his heart.

He could even see that the old demon cultivator's flesh trembled a bit, then like a snake shedding its skin, shed a layer of flesh, revealing his hunched and aged figure beneath.

Poor child...

Just now, the golden spirit sword, no matter how fast and strong it was, exterminated all his evil swords, but at the same time, it also revealed the position of the sword control.

Then its pair of deep black evil eyes turned a bit, and then coldly looked towards Mo Hua.

Several evil swords, containing the demonic power of a Foundation Establishment peak cultivator, drew several blood lights in the air and killed directly towards Ouyang Mu.

The old demon cultivator's pupils shook violently.

Dust scattered, and the figure that fell from the roof gradually became clear.

And it was surrounded and sealed by array patterns.

His face was also becoming increasingly old.

This kind of sword controlling...

The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the snake-patterned evil sword's blood light greatly flourished, tearing and biting out like a poisonous snake, heading straight towards the roof.

Indeed, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis he felt from the divine sense locking onto him faded.

What was important was this little boy who could control swords.

How is this possible?!

A strong sense of death omen covered his entire body.

He was slightly injured.

He could even see the "panicked" expression and helpless look on Mo Hua's face opposite him.

The White Bone Sword Demon moved the bone sword several times, but found that the sword body was being held by Mo Hua, and no matter how much force it exerted, it didn't move at all.

The old demon cultivator's expression was terrified.

It was exactly that old demon cultivator.

This old demon cultivator attacked suddenly, and his speed was extremely fast.

"Don't think I don't know, your sword bone is already forged. As for forming the core, it's nothing more than using Junior Brother Mu as a catalyst, using some unorthodox evil methods to form the Golden Core."

He had already taken out a second spirit sword.

The old demon cultivator released his divine sense, but the four walls were empty, and he still perceived nothing. But he knew that there must be someone lurking in the dark.

It was now a demon spirit, a sword demon!

Ouyang Mu shivered in his heart and immediately looked at the old demon cultivator who was still regenerating flesh. Then he saw, in the midst of the flesh, a thread of gold and red blood light had appeared at some point.

Although he had seen Senior Brother Mo's sword control before, it was truly unbelievable. The sword light was not only beautiful, but the sword energy was also dangerous, far exceeding cultivators of the same realm.

Ouyang Mu's expression then became anxious.

When he opened his eyes, he saw himself in a blood pool.

His own life bone sword, receiving nourishment from the blood pool, could feel that his evil thought power was unprecedentedly strong.

And at this time, this terrifying sword cultivator was just hiding in the dark, spying on him.

"Little ghost, what person are you?"

In the evil weapon room, it suddenly became quiet.

The old demon cultivator's gaze was ferocious.

"But besides controlling swords, I'm afraid he's completely ignorant."

"Why don't you show yourself for a look?"

But, that wasn't right either.

His figure was thin and small, his skin was white.

Mo Hua wasn't sure for a moment whether his guess was right or wrong.

But he was wearing the heart protection mirror that Mo Hua had given him on his heart pulse, so there was no major problem.

He was at the peak cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage.

It wanted to chop this little kid into pieces and swallow him mouthful by mouthful as a gift for its transformation from spirit to demon!

The white bone sword fell fiercely.

But before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua shook his head.

Just at this time, golden light flashed in the air.

The old demon cultivator's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that he was indeed a young child.

If he couldn't get close and kill Mo Hua, once Mo Hua widened the distance and controlled his sword with his divine sense, the one who died would be himself.

"Finally..."

The old demon cultivator thought to himself.

"Nonsense," Mo Hua said, "who doesn't want to form a core?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Old swindler, don't deceive me. Even if I want to stop, you won't let go easily."

But in the next instant, water light flashed, and Mo Hua's figure disappeared without a trace.

The old demon cultivator's expression moved slightly, and he guessed in his heart:

"This little ghost... perhaps he had some fortuitous encounter. His aptitude is clearly poor, but his talent in the sword dao is extremely high, which is why he mastered such fierce sword control at a young age."

The flesh was evaporated by the evil fire of the sword energy, emitting a thin blood mist and a nauseating human stench.

He didn't know what to do, then he heard a voice coming from afar:

"Black cloth, wrap it around your forehead!"

A fierce expression suddenly appeared on its face. One arm transformed into a bone sword, drawing out a pale white light, and chopped towards Mo Hua.

A bloody evil divine sense aura surged from around and was injected into the bone sword.

The old demon cultivator's expression was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice:

Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, "You want to eat me?"

Mo Hua's posture was light and graceful like water, sticking to the sharp limbs, and dangerously dodging past again.

As for Ouyang Mu, that boy was decent at forging swords, but in real combat, he was no match and not important.

Mo Hua, with a pale and tender face, appearing very young compared to the huge White Bone Sword Demon, stretched out a small hand and easily grasped this seemingly sharp evil bone sword.

Earth fire and earth kill, two powerful spiritual power fluctuations, constantly intertwined and killed each other.

"Whatever," the old demon cultivator, transformed into the White Bone Sword Demon with a tall and ferocious form, was completely unconcerned. He laughed wildly, "Smaller is better, and more tender is just right to whet the appetite..."

"A... little ghost?!"

The old demon cultivator looked at it, his pupils shrank, and he was somewhat dazed.

Mo Hua naturally didn't waste words with him.

There was no echo around, no movement.

The old demon cultivator's expression was twisted. He used almost all his strength to try to escape from these arrays.

After a moment, in the middle of the field, a mass of flesh trembled.

"Good."

And its facial aura was vaguely recognizable.

Moreover, his sword control was long-distance sword control.

A powerful spiritual power fluctuation spread, accompanied by fine sword energy and sword fragments.

Immediately, a sudden chill surged into his heart.

The old demon cultivator heard it, and his expression showed a moment of astonishment.

Even, it was so strangely complex that it fundamentally didn't resemble a human's divine sense.

Finally, after the fluctuations of the arrays dissipated, the old demon cultivator had already been killed by the arrays, leaving only a pool of flesh.

Everything was prepared, and Mo Hua's divine sense began to lock on again.

Body technique?

The White Bone Sword Demon was silent.

The old demon cultivator was not dead.

A golden spirit sword broke through the air, exploding a mass of golden sword energy, exterminating all these several blood-colored evil swords.

His face was covered in dust, appearing dirty, but one could see the handsomeness of his eyebrows and eyes, and the innocence and tenderness in his expression.

This array pattern was exactly the divine dao array pattern that the old demon cultivator had drawn on the sword bone.

That was one sword.

Mo Hua thought for a while and opened his mouth:

Or, had he only guessed half of it?

Just as Mo Hua was pondering, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu urgently say from the side:

"Senior Brother Mo, something's wrong! This old thing is secretly eating things!"

After a moment, it suddenly frowned:

"How did you become smaller?"

Then he turned his head and said, "Senior Brother Mo..."

But he was in a dilemma, only dragging his long centipede body, waving his limbs, constantly chasing Mo Hua to chop.

But it was already too late.

It suddenly realized that the situation seemed a little不对劲...

"Stay where you are, don't move." Mo Hua said again.

Ouyang Mu was startled, and could only try to retreat.

The blood-colored sword light hit the roof, causing an explosion.

Not a... child-faced black-haired old monster.

At the same time, his expression also became increasingly solemn, even bringing a hint of fear.

At this moment, with Mo Hua on his back, he kept feeding a kind of flesh-colored pill with his limbs to the insect mouth at the back of his head.

Mo Hua had a confident expression:

For a time, the stone wall cracked, and rubble was everywhere.

The old demon cultivator sneered, "With such highly skilled sword art, why do this villainous behavior, hide your head and show your tail, and not dare to show your face?"

Mo Hua gently pinched it, making a cracking sound.

It saw an unbelievable scene.

After the sword energy dissipated and the blood mist dispersed, the refining weapon room was even messier, as if it had been washed by blood.

Mo Hua's gaze condensed slightly.

He lowered his head and looked. He didn't know when, but layered arrays had been drawn on the ground. Among them, one array shone with golden light, like a golden lock, already entangling his limbs.

At first, he was listening to the two people talk and didn't pay attention. Later, unintentionally, he noticed that the old demon cultivator's actions behind him were somewhat abnormal. He glanced sideways slightly and suddenly discovered that the old demon cultivator, at some point, had stretched out two slender limbs behind him, and a wriggling insect mouth had also cracked open at the back of his head.

Only this old demon cultivator was obviously an old schemer. At this time, the two sides were confronting each other, and his vigilance was extremely high, so his divine sense fluctuations were not obvious.

The old demon cultivator's heart surged with anger.

Ouyang Mu nodded, then listened to Mo Hua's instructions, and obediently sat in meditation in his original place.

Mo Hua was startled.

His head wasn't hurt, his brain wasn't dizzy, and there wasn't that dreamlike hazy feeling either.

Ouyang Mu felt dizzy for a while, only feeling as if his whole body was in a dreamlike illusion, unable to distinguish true from false, and his divine soul also seemed to leave his body.

But his breath instantly weakened considerably.

He wanted to shake off this divine sense lock, but as his divine sense moved, he discovered that this wisp of divine sense was like a maggot on a bone, fundamentally impossible to shake off.

"If I can't form the Golden Core, then I'll continue to live in the form of a demon spirit 'sword demon'..."

The scene was somewhat in a stalemate for a while.

His physical body was very weak, and his spiritual power didn't seem strong either. His blood energy was fresh and tender, without any signs of decay, obviously not very old, fundamentally unlike an old monster.

The old demon cultivator paused and amiably said: "Little brother, why say this?"

"What Daoist friend?"

"Not yet finished..."

On the other side, Mo Hua let that dreamlike illusion feeling, listening to the whispers in his ear, and it was a long time before he felt his divine sense being drawn away.

"You die!"

The old demon cultivator's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

This evil sword, with a snake pattern cast on its body, was longer than before, and under the injection of demonic power, it was soaked in blood-colored light.

"I succeeded!"

The old demon cultivator coldly snorted.

Mo Hua's expression was solemn, faintly tinged with anxiety, but after only a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon cultivator:

"But... what kind of Foundation Establishment cultivator can master such fierce and strange sword control methods?"

Within the blood pool, it was extremely quiet.

Golden lock entangled his body, and the earth fire exploded.

And before the sword light hit, a thin figure had already fallen from the roof and landed in the room.

In an emergency, Ouyang Mu could only cross his arms to protect himself in front of his body. After that, he was shaken by the aftermath of the sword energy confrontation and flew back, falling into the corner of the wall.

(End of this chapter)