Chapter 365 Immortal Mark

The formation collapsed, and the big monster died.

Feng Xi, who was born in the Black Mountain Village, died in the Five Elements Demon Killing Formation built on the Black Mountain Village. Finally, as the formation collapsed, the two were destroyed together.

Tongxian City also gradually recovered.

The weapon refining business and the alchemy business are still there, the weapon refining furnace and the alchemy furnace are intact, and other businesses in the city have not been affected.

The deep mountains were almost destroyed, but the outer and inner mountains were not greatly affected.

The monster hunters can still go into the mountains to hunt monsters.

The monster hunters hunt monsters, the weapon refiners refine weapons, the alchemists refine pills, and then trade...

Soon everything is running normally.

Moreover, there is a wide and convenient mountain road in the Black Mountain.

This is to build the formation, and all the cultivators work together to open it.

With this mountain road, it is convenient for the cultivators of Tongxian City to enter and exit the mountain, and it is also convenient for the merchants to enter Tongxian City to do business.

Gradually, Tongxian City has regained its vitality.

The streets gradually became lively, with more and more monks coming and going.

In the near future, it may become even more prosperous...

...

Elder Yu is very busy. He is busy with the reconstruction of Tongxian City, the revival of cultivation production, and the aftermath of Feng Xi's incident.

Some places in the city also need arrays.

But Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness was damaged, and he could not use his consciousness for the time being, let alone draw arrays.

So where the array was used, other array masters helped, and Mo Hua guided on the side.

Mo Hua would tell them where they drew right and where they drew wrong.

If they had any questions about the array, Mo Hua would also give them pointers.

Other array masters called Mo Hua "Little Master", and held half of the disciple's etiquette, with a respectful attitude, and were in awe of Mo Hua.

They knew that the big array was created by this "Little Master" in front of them.

Moreover, the big array was destroyed by itself, and this little master was still safe and sound. This kind of array attainment was simply incredible to them.

Mo Hua was kind and amiable, and he was not arrogant. He would answer whatever they asked.

Just a few words of advice could make them suddenly enlightened.

This was the kindness of "teaching, learning and solving doubts".

This also made them grateful.

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back and "guided" everyone to draw formations, but these formations were too simple and Mo Hua found them a little boring.

He wanted to draw some more difficult and profound formations.

A few days later, Mo Hua's consciousness was almost healed.

Although he could not overuse it in a short period of time and could not draw formations continuously like before.

But as long as he controlled the consumption of consciousness, he could start to try and draw some complex formations.

Mo Hua drew a few reverse spirit formations during the day and reviewed them a little.

At night, at midnight, Mo Hua could not wait to sink his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and came to the Dao stele.

On this stele, there was a formation pattern that Mo Hua had been thinking about.

The immortal pattern on the Heavenly Dao formation that he had seen from the thunder!

Mo Hua wanted to try and see if he could learn this immortal pattern.

The Heavenly Dao Array was too profound and too grand. Mo Hua's realm was too low to comprehend it at all, but he could try to comprehend it from just one array pattern.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

One array pattern, one array pattern, one array method, one complex array, step by step, and then comprehend the entire array...

Mo Hua had a good idea, but reality still poured cold water on him.

Not to mention comprehending, he couldn't even look at this immortal pattern.

Although this immortal pattern was recorded on the Dao Monument by Mo Hua, let alone seeing it with his own eyes, just sensing it like a dragonfly skimming the water, his spiritual consciousness poured out and was rapidly consumed.

Mo Hua was dumbfounded, and couldn't help complaining:

"I haven't even seen it yet, and you're starting to deduct my spiritual consciousness. How stingy!"

Then he sighed again, realizing that even if it was just a fairy pattern, it was still a "fairy" pattern.

It contains the creation of heaven and earth, which is simply beyond the comprehension of a young cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage.

If he forced himself to see it, his sea of ​​consciousness would be damaged again.

Although the Dao Monument protected his sea of ​​consciousness from collapsing, it would still be damaged. Over time, there would probably be sequelae.

The sea of ​​consciousness in the Qi Refining Stage is still too fragile.

The great Dao formation that the formation master sought was right in front of him, but he couldn't learn it, and couldn't even look at it.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly.

It seems that he can only put it aside for now, and comprehend it again after his cultivation improves in the future.

"I must practice well and build my foundation as soon as possible!"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then he was a little confused.

What realm and what kind of consciousness can comprehend this immortal pattern?

Foundation building? Golden elixir? Or a higher realm?

And what if he learned this immortal pattern?

Mo Hua frowned.

He had never thought about this question before, and after thinking about it carefully for a while, he was suddenly shocked.

This immortal pattern is related to the scarlet tribulation thunder.

If you can really learn the immortal pattern, can you control the annihilation tribulation thunder and have the power to wipe out everything?

Tribulation thunder...

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart when he thought of the scarlet dazzling, terrifying aura, and the deathly silence of the tribulation thunder he saw that day.

At that time, his mind was all on the collapse of the formation. The tribulation thunder came, came and went, and for a moment, he didn't feel much.

Thinking about it now, it's a hindsight, and it's scary.

Mo Hua changed his mind and felt a little fortunate:

"Fortunately, my realm is low and my cultivation is weak, otherwise I would probably be directly killed by the tribulation thunder..."

Mo Hua didn't want to see that kind of terrifying tribulation thunder a second time.

Of course, if there is a thunderbolt that is drawn by oneself and controlled by oneself, then it will be different.

Mo Hua suddenly felt excited...

It's just a pity that Mo Hua is still confused about the fairy pattern.

What are the differences between fairy patterns, can they be learned, and how to learn them...

Even if the fairy patterns are profound, Mr. Zhuang should know something about them with his knowledge.

But this matter involves the Taoist stele. According to Mr. Zhuang, don't tell anyone, including himself, and Mo Hua is not convenient to ask.

Not only about the fairy pattern, but also any problems encountered in the future, I am afraid that I will not be able to ask Mr. Zhuang again.

Mo Hua's mood became low again.

Mr. Zhuang is about to leave.

He is afraid that one day when he goes to Mr. Zhuang's mountain residence again, he will find that the house is empty, and he will never see Mr. Zhuang again for the rest of his life.

Mo Hua is a little scared.

Therefore, he has been running to Mr. Zhuang every day these days.

The Moshan couple also knew that Mr. Zhuang was about to leave, and they felt regretful.

They had never met Mr. Zhuang, but they were always very grateful to him.

Liu Ruhua said to Mo Hua: "Mr. Zhuang accepted you as a registered disciple and taught you the formation. He is very kind to our family. This kindness must be repaid in the future."

Mo Hua nodded seriously, "Yes!"

Liu Ruhua also tried her best, but Mr. Zhuang had no shortage of spiritual stones, and Mr. Zhuang would definitely not look down on first-grade spiritual tools and elixirs. After thinking about it, she could only make some food and send it to Mr. Zhuang to try.

Liu Ruhua studied the recipes Zi Xi gave her and selected some dishes.

Mo Shan went into the mountains to hunt monsters, and asked other monster hunter friends to try to kill one of each type of monster, and then select the most tender and tasty parts and bring them home to his wife.

Liu Ruhua almost made a table of Daheishan's "full monster banquet".

Chicken, duck, fish, cattle, sheep, dogs, all kinds of edible monster meat, and the taste is different.

Some are fresh, some are fragrant, some are numb, some are spicy... color, aroma and taste.

Mo Hua was stunned.

From then on, he would bring some to Mr. Zhuang every day when he saw him, asking him to taste it as a token of his appreciation.

Mr. Zhuang wanted to say that it was not necessary to go through so much trouble, but after thinking about it, he ate it with peace of mind.

Besides Mr. Zhuang, the happiest person was Bai Zisheng.

He had eaten many better things in his life, but he had never eaten so many delicious things.

Especially the variety of dishes, each with its own merits, and no repetition.

Bai Zisheng was shocked, so he brought up the old matter again and whispered to Mo Hua:

"Mo Hua, go back and ask Aunt Liu if she needs a godson?"

Mo Hua was speechless and rolled his eyes at him.

Bai Zixi's crystal eyes were slightly annoyed, and he also glared at Bai Zisheng.

In the bamboo room of the mountain residence.

Mr. Zhuang lay on a bamboo chair, taking a bite of meat and a glass of wine, watching the sunset splashing on the brush and the mountains and forests covered with brocade ink, and felt that all the worries and concerns of these days had disappeared.

Old Kui asked him: "Have you thought about it?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded: "I have thought about it, but there is a problem..."

Old Kui looked solemnly and asked: "What is the problem?"

"So much meat..." Mr. Zhuang looked at the wine and meat on the table, touched his face, and sighed: "I have eaten fat..."

Old Kui: "..."