Chapter 310 Fireball Secrets

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 a while, 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, and the edge of the seal was a bit rough, with 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, while others 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.

How much effort must have been put into writing this thin experience...

The cultivator who wrote this experience was so determined, thoughtful, and focused that Mo Hua felt inferior to him.

Mo Hua couldn't help thinking that there might be many cultivators in this world who were as determined and talented as him.

But due to their own background, spiritual roots, and inheritance, they could 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.

Only at the end of the experience, there was a simple sentence:

The Tao is not big or small, the law is not strong or weak, and 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 treasures.

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 were still swimming leisurely, unaware of what was going to happen.

Mo Hua calmed down and concentrated his mind, circulating his spiritual power, and after a moment, 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 were burnt, and only the charred fish bones were left in the pond.

Mo Hua was stunned, and gradually opened his mouth.

The power of this fireball technique was so great...

This power was completely beyond his expectations.

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

When Mo Hua didn't know what to do, he turned around and saw that Kui Lao was standing silently behind him, looking at the pond with an unexpected look.

"Grandpa Kui... this..."

Kui Lao said lightly: "It doesn't matter."

Then Kui Lao waved his sleeves, and the scenery in front of him was like ripples, and it returned to the same state as before.

The pond was still clear, the water plants were still lush, and the fish were still swimming foolishly but leisurely.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where did you learn this fireball technique?" asked Old Kui.

Mo Hua took out the book of fireball techniques from his storage bag and handed it to Old Kui, "I got it from an evil cultivator."

Old Kui took it, glanced at it, and nodded:

"Not bad."

Mo Hua was delighted. Old Kui said it was not bad, so this fireball technique should be really good.

Mo Hua asked again: "But the fireball technique I practiced seems a little unorthodox..."

"Unorthodox?"

Old Kui was slightly surprised and said, "Use it again for me to see."

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

Old Kui said: "Don't worry."

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

The deep red fireball condensed from Mo Hua's fingertips, and suddenly, it shot towards the pond again.

This time, there was no explosion.

Mo Hua's fireball flew into the pond, and the space of the entire pond began to distort, and finally the fireball was dissipated, 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, Kui Lao showed a barely perceptible smile in his eyes, and then said to Mo Hua:

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

Mo Hua asked again: "Will there be any problem using it?"

Kui Lao shook his head and said: "No problem."

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

Mo Hua couldn't figure this out by himself, and even if he figured it out, it might not be right, so it's better to ask Kui Lao directly.

Kui Lao has a high level of attainment in magic, and he must know the secret.

Without thinking, Puppet said directly:

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

"Condensed spiritual consciousness?"

Puppet nodded and said: "The meridian diagram you saw is the method of spiritual consciousness condensing spells. The more complex the meridians, the greater the consumption of spiritual consciousness, and the stronger the spell is condensed."

"It seems like a formation..." Mo Hua sighed.

"The way of heaven is different, but the destination is the same." Puppet said indifferently.

"But I saw that white-faced evil cultivator, when he cast the fireball spell, it was only more powerful, the color was not so dark, and the fireball was not so small..."

"Your spiritual consciousness is different." Puppet said concisely.

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

Puppet nodded, "The spells condensed by the foundation-building spiritual consciousness are naturally different."

Now Mo Hua was completely relieved.

When he becomes more proficient in the fireball technique, he will have the invisibility technique, the self-protection of the water step, the water prison technique to trap the enemy, and the fireball technique to attack, and his strength will be much more comprehensive.

"Thank you for your advice, Grandpa Kui." Mo Hua said gratefully.

Kui Lao looked wooden, "I didn't give you any advice."

Mo Hua just smiled and took Kui Lao's kindness to heart.

Kui Lao turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly asked, "Do you want to play chess?"

Mo Hua was a little surprised. Unless he had nothing to do, Kui Lao rarely took the initiative to invite Mo Hua to play chess.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Okay!"

Under the bamboo forest with the breeze, on the small chessboard.

Mo Hua and Kui Lao were inseparable again, but after playing for so long, their chess skills had not improved at all.

Until the sunset fell and dusk was approaching, Mo Hua was about to go home, and then he got up and said goodbye to Kui Lao.

When saying goodbye, Master Kui's expression, which was always wooden, rarely showed a trace of reluctance.

Not only Master Kui, but Mr. Zhuang also occasionally felt a little lost and absent-minded these days.

Mo Hua had some guesses in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang...maybe he will leave Tongxian City soon...

He may never be able to ask Mr. Zhuang for advice again.