Chapter 310 Fireball Secret

Is there a mastermind behind the Black Mountain Village?

In the next few days, Mo Hua would think about this question whenever he had time, but he had no clues no matter how he thought about it. Even if he went to check, there was no clue for the time being, and he had no idea where to start.

Mo Hua could only do his own thing first, strengthen his spiritual awareness, master the formation, and learn more.

In case there is something unexpected in the future, he will have confidence to act.

Needless to say, the formation, Mo Hua practiced the reverse spirit formation every day.

In addition, what else can he learn?

Mo Hua calculated for a while, and suddenly remembered that he still had a secret book of fireball.

This secret book was obtained from the white-faced evil cultivator who was on night watch in the Black Mountain Village.

The white-faced evil cultivator practiced the evil spirit-absorbing skills, and his spells were actually ordinary. It was all because of this secret book that the fireball had a very impressive power.

Mo Hua drove the tiger to swallow the wolf, pitted the white-faced man to death, and then picked up the leak and got this secret book of fireball.

But later, there were many things to do, so Mo Hua forgot about it for a while.

Mo Hua lay down in front of the small desk, took out the storage bag, and found the secret book of fireball from it.

The words "Fireball Experience" were written on the secret book. The handwriting was handwritten, the edge of the seal was a bit rough, and there were many traces of folding.

It seems that it is not an orthodox spell inheritance, but a personal spell experience of a cultivator.

Mo Hua opened the page, took a rough look, and understood the general idea.

This "Fireball Experience" was not owned by the white-faced man, and it was probably taken by him from someone.

The original owner of the secret book was surnamed Yang, and he was just an ordinary spiritual practitioner.

He was not talented, his spiritual roots were poor, and his cultivation method was naturally not good. The only spell he could learn was this fireball.

But he was not discouraged, but kept practicing and studying, and even asked for advice from different spiritual practitioners who were proficient in fireball. After spending most of his life, he finally figured out a way to use fireball.

This method can enhance the power of the fireball spell, making this common spell that is common, inconspicuous, and looked down upon by most cultivators have a good killing power.

The secret of the method lies in the meridians of qi circulation.

All spells, in the final analysis, are to use the consciousness to drive the spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi to run to specific meridians and condense into different spells.

Even if the same spell has the same effect, there are always differences in the meridian maps passed down.

Some are different in the main meridians, and some are different in the tiny collaterals.

The original owner of the secret book spent countless time and energy to collect meridian maps of various fireball spells, and finally unified the classification, compared them one by one, and summarized them by himself to form the most complex but most powerful meridian map of the fireball spell.

At the same time, his various experiences in using the fireball spell were also recorded in the meridian map.

But in the end, for some reason, this secret book of experience fell into the hands of the white-faced evil cultivator.

Mo Hua finished reading this experience in one breath, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

It took a lot of effort to write this thin experience...

The monk who wrote this experience, his perseverance, careful thinking, and concentration made Mo Hua feel ashamed.

Mo Hua couldn't help thinking that there might be many monks in this world who are as perseverant and talented as him.

But due to their own background, spiritual roots and inheritance, they can only waste or bury these talents.

Mo Hua felt it was a pity.

The original owner of this secret book should have been a brilliant person, but now he is unknown and even died in obscurity.

There is only a simple sentence at the end of the experience:

There is no big or small Tao, no strong or weak Dharma, a tiny spark can also start a prairie fire.

Mo Hua was refreshed after reading it.

This secret book fell into the hands of the white-faced evil cultivator and was used by him to do evil things. It was indeed a waste of precious gems.

Mo Hua secretly decided that he must study hard and practice this fireball technique to the extreme.

In the future, all the cultivators in the cultivation world will know how powerful the fireball technique is!

Mo Hua began to learn this stronger fireball technique according to the meridian diagram in the secret book.

The meridian diagram of this fireball technique is very complicated. Mo Hua originally thought it would be difficult to learn.

As a result, he spent half a day to learn it...

This time was much less than he expected.

Moreover, the fireball technique he used was very strange, with a darker color, showing a deep crimson, and the fireball was obviously smaller.

It looked a bit weird...

For a moment, Mo Hua didn't know whether he had learned it, or not, or if he had learned it wrongly...

As for the power, Mo Hua didn't dare to try it.

He was afraid that something would go wrong, and home was not a place to test spells.

Mo Hua thought about it, and then ran to Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence again, walked through the bamboo forest, and came to the pond, ready to practice with the fish in the pond as usual.

The silly fish in the pond was still swimming leisurely, unaware of what was going to happen.

Mo Hua calmed down and concentrated his mind, and after a while, a deep red but small fireball was condensed.

Then Mo Hua pointed, and the strange fireball moved with Mo Hua's thoughts, and suddenly flew directly into the pond.

A low explosion sounded.

In an instant, the water in the pond evaporated, the water plants burned, and the fish in the pond were left with only charred fish bones.

Mo Hua was stunned, and gradually opened his mouth.

The power of this fireball was so great...

This power was completely beyond his expectation.

Then he suddenly thought: "Mr. Zhuang will not be angry if the pond is blown up like this..."

When Mo Hua was not sure what to do, he turned around and saw Puppet Master standing silently behind him, looking at the pond with an unexpected expression.

"Grandpa Puppet...this..."

The old man said calmly: "It doesn't matter."

Then Puppet Lao waved his sleeves, and the scenery in front of him was like ripples going backwards, returning to the original state.

The pond is still clear, the water plants are still green, and the fish are still swimming silly but leisurely.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you learn this fireball technique?" Asked the old man.

Mo Hua took out the fireball technique experience book from his storage bag and handed it to the puppet master, "I got it from the evil cultivator."

The old man took it, glanced at it, and nodded:

"good."

Mo Hua was overjoyed. The puppet boss said it was good, so this fireball technique should be really good.

Mo Hua asked again: "But the fireball technique I cultivated seems a bit unfair..."

"Not serious?"

The old man was slightly surprised and said, "Let me see if you use it again."

Mo Hua looked at the clear blue pond in front of him and felt a little hesitant to start.

The old man said: "Don't worry."

Mo Hua felt relieved and fired another fireball at the pond.

The crimson fireball condensed from Mo Hua's fingertips, and with a sudden sound, it shot towards the pond again.

This time there was no explosion.

The fireball technique drawn by the ink flew into the pond, and the space of the entire pond began to distort, and finally the fireball was dissolved, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Hua was shocked.

What level of magic is this? How could it have such an effect?

Seeing Mo Hua's surprised expression, Puppet Lao showed an imperceptible smile in his eyes, and then said to Mo Hua:

"It's not serious, but it's also a fireball technique."

Mo Hua asked again: "Is there no problem with using it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No problem."

Mo Hua was relieved, but suddenly felt strange, "Why does the color become darker and the fireball become smaller?"

Mo Hua himself couldn't figure out this question, and even if he figured it out, it might not be correct. It would be better to ask the old man directly.

The old man has high attainments in magic and must know the secrets.

The old man said directly without thinking:

"It's because you condensed the spell with your spiritual consciousness."

"Condensation of spiritual consciousness?"

The old man nodded and said: "The meridian diagram you see is the method of condensing spells with spiritual consciousness. The more complex the meridians are, the greater the consumption of spiritual consciousness, and the stronger the condensation of spells."

"It's similar to the formation..." Mo Hua sighed.

"Heaven takes different paths but leads to the same destination." Puppet Lao said calmly.

"But I saw that white-faced evil cultivator, when he used the fireball technique, it was just more powerful, the color wasn't that deep, and the fireball wasn't that small..."

"Your consciousness is different."

The old man's words were concise and concise.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said, "Is it because my consciousness is too strong?"

The puppet master nodded, "The spells condensed from the foundation of spiritual consciousness are naturally different."

Now Mo Hua was completely relieved.

When he becomes more proficient in this fireball technique, he will have the stealth technique to hide himself, the water step to protect himself, the water prison technique to trap the enemy, and the fireball technique to attack, and his strength will be much more comprehensive.

"Thank you Grandpa Puppet for your guidance." Mo Hua said gratefully.

The old man looked blank, "I didn't give any advice."

Mo Hua just smiled, keeping the old man's kindness in his heart.

The old man turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly asked: "Want to play chess?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised. Unless he had nothing to do, the puppet master rarely invited Mo Hua to play chess.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Okay!"

Under the breeze of the bamboo forest, among the square chessboards.

Mo Hua and Puppet Lao were locked in an inseparable battle, but after playing for so long, their chess skills still didn't improve at all.

It wasn't until the sun set, dusk was approaching, and Mo Hua was about to go home that he stood up and said goodbye to the old man.

When saying goodbye, the old man's usually dull expression showed a rare trace of reluctance.

Not only the old man, Mr. Zhuang also occasionally feels a little confused and absent-minded these days.

Mo Hua had some guesses in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang...maybe leaving Tongxian City...

He may never be able to ask his teacher for advice again.