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 have worked 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 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.

Formations are also needed in some places in the city.

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

So where formations were used, other formation masters helped, and Mo Hua guided them on the side.

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

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

Other formation 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 great formation was created by this "Little Master" in front of them.

Moreover, the great formation was destroyed by itself, and this little master was still safe and sound. This kind of formation 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 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 Taoist 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 saw from the thunderbolt!

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

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

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

One pattern, one pattern, one formation, one formation, one formation, step by step, and then comprehend the entire formation...

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 stele 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 deducting 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 contained the creation of heaven and earth, and it was simply not something that a young cultivator like him in the Qi Refining Stage could comprehend.

If he forced himself to look at it, I'm afraid his sea of ​​consciousness would be damaged again.

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

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

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

Mo Hua sighed helplessly.

It seemed that he could only put it aside for now, and comprehend it again when his cultivation level improved 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 spiritual consciousness can comprehend this fairy pattern?

Building a foundation? Golden elixir? Or a higher realm?

And what if I learn this immortal pattern?

Mo Hua frowned.

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

This immortal pattern is related to the scarlet tribulation thunder.

If I can really learn the immortal pattern, can I 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, horrifying, and deadly thunderbolt he had seen that day.

At that time, his mind was completely focused on the collapse of the formation. The thunderbolt came, came, and went. For a moment, he was not deeply touched.

Thinking about it now, he realized it too late and was terrified.

Mo Hua changed his mind and felt a little fortunate:

"Fortunately, my realm is low and my cultivation is weak, otherwise I would have been killed by the thunderbolt directly..."

Mo Hua didn't want to see such a terrifying thunderbolt a second time.

Of course, if there was a thunderbolt that he drew and controlled by himself, it would naturally be different.

Mo Hua suddenly felt excited...

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

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

Even if the fairy patterns are profound, with Mr. Zhuang's knowledge, he should know something.

But this matter involves the Dao 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 I can't ask Mr. Zhuang anymore.

Mo Hua's mood became low again.

Mr. Zhuang was about to leave.

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

Mo Hua was a little scared.

Therefore, he ran to Mr. Zhuang every day these days.

Mo Shan and his wife also knew the news 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 in their hearts.

Liu Ruhua said to Mo Hua, "Mr. Zhuang accepted you as his registered disciple and taught you the formation. This is a great favor to our family. I must repay this kindness in the future."

Mo Hua nodded solemnly, "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 spicy, some are spicy...color, aroma and taste.

Mo Hua was stunned.

After that, he would bring some to Mr. Zhuang every day when he went to see 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 a clear conscience.

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 her eyes at him.

Bai Zixi's crystal eyes were slightly annoyed, and she 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 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 gained weight..."

Old Kui: "..."