Chapter 924 Hate of Evil

Array?

Why change the array?

What is the use of this array?

Why take it out after changing it...

For a moment, Li San was full of doubts, but the next moment, all these doubts were suppressed in his heart.

"What Elder You needs is absolute loyalty, a loyalty that is desperate and ready to die. You just need to follow orders and don't need to have too many ideas."

"Only loyalty can win Elder You's recognition."

In this period of time, he has earned 7,000 to 8,000 magic merits by killing his fellow disciples. Such a generous reward was impossible in the past.

This is Elder You's reward for his loyalty.

"Elder You, rest assured, I will not fail you!" Li San said.

"I look forward to your performance." Mo Hua said.

"Yes!"

After that, Li San did not hesitate, went to the Merit Pavilion, spent 3,000 magic merits, and exchanged for the "Anti-Spirit Array Map".

The manager of the Merit Pavilion was a little surprised and frowned, "You are not a formation master... Why do you want to change the formation?"

Li San said coldly, "Do I need to explain to you what I do?"

Soon after, he will become an elder.

This is the promise made by Elder You to him.

With this confidence, he did not have any trepidation in his heart. He was fearless to others and did not realize that he was actually stealing the inheritance of the Demon Sect for the "insider" of the Demon Sect.

The manager was taken by his momentum and did not doubt him for a while.

It was nothing more than a strange formation. There was a fool willing to spend this merit, what else could he say.

The manager sealed the reverse spirit formation map in a wooden box and handed it to Li San.

After Li San took it, he solemnly put it in the storage bag.

The whole process was very simple.

No one knew what this seemingly simple "handover" meant.

No one in the Demon Sect knew what kind of formation they had sent to a "monster".

Everything went smoothly after that.

Li San was originally a demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building, and he had a long history in the Demon Sect. His actions would not generally arouse suspicion.

He left the Demon Sect with the Anti-Spirit Formation, and after walking for half a day, he came to the small hillside designated by Mo Hua and entered the grove designated by Mo Hua.

Outside the grove.

Mo Hua and Gu Changhuai were hiding in the bushes, watching Li San, who had disguised himself as an old man, enter the grove.

Gu Changhuai couldn't help asking Mo Hua:

"What kind of magic potion did you give him to make him listen to you so much?"

"Nothing," Mo Hua said, "I just pretended to be an elder of the Demon Sect and said a few words to him."

Gu Changhuai obviously didn't believe it, but after thinking about it, it seemed possible.

After all, Mo Hua's mouth was full of nonsense, and when he spoke, he could really make the living angry to death and deceive the dead to come back to life.

Seeing Li San enter the grove and walk into the trap, and there were no other demon cultivators around, Mo Hua patted Gu Changhuai on the shoulder:

"Uncle Gu, it's up to you."

Gu Changhuai was tall and Mo Hua was short, and although they were both squatting, it was still a bit difficult for him to pat his shoulder.

Gu Changhuai looked at Mo Hua silently.

So far, no one in the entire Daoting Division dared to pat his shoulder.

But he had no choice.

Gu Changhuai sighed and tacitly accepted the fact, "Okay, I'll be back soon."

Then Gu Changhuai stood up and walked into the woods.

The fluctuations of spiritual power and evil spirits came from the woods, and the sound of explosions rang out.

Green and red lights flashed, and after a few rounds, Gu Changhuai came out, holding the bruised and unconscious Li San in one hand and a box in the other hand.

Mo Hua didn't look at Li San, but looked at Gu Changhuai with a shocked face, "Uncle Gu, you are in the middle stage of Jindan?"

Gu Changhuai said "hmm" lightly.

On the surface, Gu Changhuai still looked indifferent, but the surprised expression on Mo Hua's face still made Gu Changhuai feel much better.

In the Jindan realm, each level has a hurdle, and it is much more difficult to break through than to build a foundation.

And because after the formation of the elixir, the spiritual power crystallizes, the number of Zhou Tian increases, and the increase of the life magic weapon, the strength gap between the junior, middle and senior levels after the Jindan is much larger than before.

He has taken a big step forward from the early stage of Jindan to the middle stage of Jindan.

But on this matter, the two did not talk for too long. Because there are still business to do.

"What are you going to do with this Li San?" Gu Changhuai said, "Kill him?"

Mo Hua pondered.

In theory, the demon cultivators have done many evil things, and this Li San is still a "senior" demon cultivator, and he must have killed many people, so naturally he should be killed.

But for some reason, this man was brainwashed too much and was too "loyal".

He was so loyal that even Mo Hua felt that it was a waste to kill him.

"Let's keep him alive for now. Put him in Dao Prison. He may be a key chess piece in the future." Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "Okay."

He handed the box in his hand to Mo Hua again, "Is this what you want?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

After taking the wooden box, Mo Hua checked it and confirmed that there was no problem. Then he carefully opened the wooden box.

In the ordinary wooden box, there was an ancient parchment paper. On the parchment paper, there were ancient and obscure patterns, which were almost the same as the first-grade reverse spirit formation.

Mo Hua could almost see the law of spiritual power reversal flowing slowly in it.

This inverse law is like a wisp of fire. Once something lights it, it can cause a violent explosion and produce incredible lethality.

Mo Hua's eyes are bright.

Gu Changhuai on the side couldn't help but frowned.

On the surface, this formation seems to be difficult and obscure, but it actually gives off a strange and heart-stopping aura.

In addition, this is a formation that Mo Hua tried his best to get from within the Demon Sect...

Gu Changhuai's eyes darkened, "What kind of formation is this? It can't be...an evil formation, right?"

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, "How could I possibly learn that kind of thing?"

Gu Changhuai still had some doubts.

Mo Hua then moved out Mr. Xun again:

"I learned the formation from Mr. Xun, how could he let me learn it badly? Uncle Gu, don't worry."

Gu Changhuai was indeed relieved.

Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect is a man of integrity and high moral standing. It is indeed impossible for him to make mistakes in his ink paintings.

It’s okay if it’s not an evil formation.

But Gu Changhuai still had some doubts in his heart:

"Then this is..."

"For setting off fireworks." Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai was stunned and almost thought he heard wrongly, "Fireworks?"

"Yeah," Mo Hua nodded and said mysteriously: "Big fireworks!"

Gu Changhuai didn't know what to say, so he didn't ask any more. It was in vain anyway.

But since it was "fireworks", it wasn't a big deal after thinking about it.

He is a child of an aristocratic family and grew up in Daxian City. During the holidays, what kind of "fireworks" have he never seen?

Gu Changhuai didn't take it to heart.

At this point, the matter is done and the formation is in hand.

Li San was lying on the ground, seriously injured and unconscious, and his whole body had been bound by spirit-binding chains.

Gu Changhuai fed him a pill, hung his life, and added a few spirit-binding chains to tie him tightly, and then said to Mo Hua:

"Go back."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Gu Changhuai dragged Li San and walked down the mountain with Mo Hua.

Along the way is a quiet mountain scenery with beautiful mountains and forests and lush vegetation.

I only occasionally encountered a few pools of blood and a few corpses.

"This hilltop is often haunted by demon cultivators." Gu Changhuai said concisely.

Because there are demonic cultivators in and out, there will naturally be battles and deaths and injuries.

This is normal, and Mo Hua didn't say anything.

The two continued to walk forward, along the mountain road, and turned around the foot of a mountain. Suddenly, several rows of low thatched houses appeared in front of them. They were built along the mountain and surrounded by simple fences. It looked like a mountain village where scattered cultivators lived together. Very quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua looked inexplicably kind and couldn't help but walk towards the mountain village.

Gu Changhuai grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mo Hua pointed at the mountain village: "I'm going to have a rest and find someone to ask some questions."

Gu Changhuai shook his head, "No need to go, they are all dead."

Mo Hua was stunned.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "Demon cultivators often appear here. How can the casual cultivators who live here be spared?"

Mo Hua felt a slight chill in his heart. He released his spiritual consciousness and sensed it carefully. Sure enough, he realized that there was no breath of living people in this small mountain village.

This is not silence, but dead silence.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said to Gu Changhuai, "Can I go and have a look?"

Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and did not refuse, "Okay, as long as it doesn't delay your return to the clan."

Mo Hua nodded and walked along the mountain road into the mountain village step by step.

The mountain village is dilapidated, with wooden walls and thatched huts, a bit shabby.

But a courtyard is a home.

In the yard, there are hunting traps, dried herbs, shabby cloths hanging to dry, wooden horses for children to play on, grasshoppers woven from bamboo and straw, etc.

Although the family is poor, they live hard and harmoniously.

At least that's how it used to be.

Mo Hua silently looked at the dilapidated courtyard.

I saw the stumps on the ground, the blurred flesh and blood on the ground, the stained blood on the wooden horses and bamboo grasshoppers, the maggots and bloodthirsty flies...

"Do all nearby villages have this scene?"

Gu Changhuai nodded and said in a cold voice:

"In the eyes of demon cultivators, people are actually living 'spiritual stones' and 'food'."

"Whether they practice or teach their skills, they have to use people as media. Wherever they go, there will be bloody killings."

"Once these ordinary casual cultivators come into contact with demonic cultivators, they will either be eaten, killed, or absorbed into the cult and become demonic cultivators who work for tigers. Those with better spiritual roots may be raised as 'blood slaves', and their lives will be different." It would be better to die. No one will be spared."

"Daotingsi has limited manpower and cannot save him even if he wants to. Occasionally, he gets news and rushes to the scene. What he sees is this scene..."

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.

Mo Hua said nothing, silently looking at the bloody and broken courtyard in front of him.

He was a demon hunter, and he had traveled far and wide, and had seen more tragic and bloody scenes. But those scenes didn't make him feel more deeply than now.

The courtyard in front of him was poor but warm, and he couldn't help but think of Tongxian City, the small courtyard in his home.

The dead casual cultivator also reminded him of his parents and himself.

His parents were ordinary casual cultivators in Tongxian City.

And if he hadn't had these opportunities, he would only be an inconspicuous little cultivator.

Other casual cultivators would be treated as "grassroots" and killed by demonic cultivators.

So will their family.

For a moment, the secret of heaven floated faintly.

Mo Hua seemed to see another "fate" of his own:

Like all the other casual cultivators in the world, he was like a weed, died tragically in the hands of evil demons, was killed, eaten, refined into pills, sucked dry, raised as a slave...

Mo Hua's heart couldn't stop trembling.

When he sat in Taixu Mountain, spying on the movements of the Demon Sect through the Yuanci array, he also knew that the Demon Cultivators killed people, sucked blood, and held a "blood feast" for the Demon Cultivators.

He knew all these things.

But if you don't experience it yourself, don't see it with your own eyes, you don't know the depth of these sufferings.

What died were not names, not numbers, but living people, children, parents, and family members.

Mo Hua looked up and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the Qianxuezhou boundary was full of sects, aristocratic families, towering buildings, and majestic palaces.

"People standing on high places don't look down..."

It's the same for me.

If he had stayed in Qianxuezhou, interacting with the aristocratic sects, he might have felt that the years were peaceful, rich and comfortable, and he would not have realized that in the corner not far away, these nameless casual cultivators died like dust.

He would not see the injustice caused by the demon cultivators.

Perhaps he would be indifferent to the dead cultivators...

Mo Hua was in a heavy mood.

"Mo Hua..." Gu Changhuai said softly, "Are you okay?"

He saw Mo Hua standing there, not saying a word, his expression changed several times, and he was a little worried.

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."

Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua: "The Demon Sect will be wiped out, you can practice with peace of mind, other things have little to do with you, don't take it too seriously."

"Yeah." Mo Hua whispered.

Gu Changhuai was afraid that Mo Hua would think too much, so he said, "It's getting late, go back early."

"Okay."

Then the two of them went to the Dao Ting Division and sent Li San to Dao Prison. Gu Changhuai sent Mo Hua back to Taixu Gate.

Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed to be worried, so he wanted to comfort him, but he was good at cold words and couldn't think of any words to comfort him. In the end, he still managed to hold back those two sentences:

"Practice well and don't think about anything else."

"Okay, I know."

Mo Hua nodded.

...

After returning to the disciple residence, Mo Hua didn't sleep all night.

Although he usually didn't sleep, but practiced formations on the Dao stele, this time he couldn't even calm down to draw formations.

The various scenes in the daytime still floated in his mind.

In the small mountain village, the poor but still trying to survive casual cultivators, in a blink of an eye, all died bloody and tragically, regardless of gender, age or age.

Mo Hua's soul was faintly painful.

A trace of hostility rose in his heart.

Perhaps it was because he had practiced the Seven Souls Blood Prison Pupil Technique of the Water Prison Sect and imprinted the Water Prison Diagram in his soul, but Mo Hua gradually developed a desire for "killing".

In this world, all evil demons and heretics should be killed, all of them should die!

All the demon monks who killed innocent people should be suppressed into the Taoist Prison and tortured to death!

"Kill!"

Mo Hua's eyes turned red, and a strong murderous aura began to gather in the depths of his eyes.

Black air loomed around the incarnation of the divine mind.

At that moment, Mo Hua seemed to have become a "little king of hell" who hated evil and was iron-faced and impartial, with a heart like a demon-slaying sword, intending to kill all the evil demons and sinners in the world.

Mo Hua quickly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly meditated to restrain the desire for "killing" in his heart.

But the four words "slay demons and eliminate evil" seemed to be deeply engraved in his soul along with the Water Prison Diagram of the Water Prison Sect.

In his heart, he wanted to kill all the demon cultivators.

Mo Hua meditated quietly.

But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't suppress this killing intent.

Mo Hua could only give up helplessly.

"Since I can't suppress it, then I won't suppress it..." Mo Hua's eyes were cold, "Think of a way to kill all the demon cultivators of this demon sect!"