I want to get the demon flag, but I may not be able to defeat this steward...

Mo Hua silently pondered in his heart.

This demon cultivator is at the pinnacle of foundation-building cultivation. He is experienced and has bloody methods. He holds a black demon flag and has the ability to demonize.

Although it doesn't feel as good as the Fire Buddha, it is still very tricky to watch.

Especially in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, where there are many demon cultivators and I am alone, it is even more difficult to attack...

"Steal it?"

Mo Hua's mind moved.

After that, he carefully watched every move of the demon cultivator and found that the demon cultivator was cunning and vigilant.

The black demon flag was also carried with him and hidden in the deepest part of the storage bag, so that he would not use it easily.

Even when sleeping, practicing, or meditating, he would carry the storage bag in his arms.

Obviously this demon flag is extremely important.

It is even possible that if the flags are there and people are there, if the flags are missing people will die...

"Can't steal..."

Mo Hua shook his head.

This kind of old demon cultivator really won't give him a chance easily.

"Since you won't let me steal," Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, "then I can only find a way to kill..."

After that, Mo Hua still used the spiritual vision array to monitor the demon cultivator's affairs at all times.

This demon cultivator is very powerful. He doesn't know what kind of demon skills he has practiced, what he will look like after becoming a demon, or what kind of four-symbol demon pattern is carved on his body.

And with the demon flag in hand, the steward does not need to take action personally when encountering some disturbances in this Ten Thousand Demon Prison, and his trump card will not be exposed.

But any enemy will have flaws. This is true for humans, monsters, and demon cultivators.

Mo Hua is still patiently waiting for the opportunity.

Until late that night.

Mo Hua guessed it was late at night.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is dark and the time of day is unknown, but in some "late night" hours, these demon cultivators will be much quieter.

Late at night, the steward went out alone, acting suspiciously and taking countless detours.

Mo Hua followed and then got lost.

"What were you doing sneaking around?"

Mo Hua frowned, then crawled back to the formation's privy room along the formation's pivot passage, communicated with his spiritual consciousness and regained his spiritual vision, and finally found traces of the missing steward in a remote corner.

This demon cultivator appeared in the demon beast prison.

Mo Hua was startled, then climbed along the formation hub passage to the vicinity of the prison.

The prison is still bloody and there are many monsters, but the patrolling monster cultivator has disappeared.

I don’t know if I am changing shifts or taking a break.

Mo Hua searched for a while and finally found the figure of the steward in a prison.

This is an independent prison with thick stone walls and a monster trapped inside.

Mo Hua glanced at it, a little surprised.

He had actually seen this monster before.

It's that black bear demon...

Before entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he tampered with the chains. The black bear demon broke free and killed two demon cultivators.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he encountered him again.

At this time, the black bear demon was tied up with larger chains, and there were shackles on his body. The formations were layered on top of each other, making him unable to move at all.

And the demon cultivator was bleeding the black bear demon.

He took out a sharp knife and a white porcelain plate, and pierced the black bear's palm with the knife. Blood flowed out and fell into the white porcelain plate.

The black bear demon's eyes were angry and violent, and he struggled a few times, but couldn't break free.

The steward looked greedily, picked up the porcelain plate, drank the black bear's blood in one gulp, and then licked his lips, revealing the long ugly fangs in his mouth.

After drinking, the steward was still not finished and murmured:

"Black bear paw blood is indeed delicious, but it's a pity that this is the second elder's 'forbidden love'..."

The ink painting suddenly dawned.

The second elder...

No wonder the steward only dared to drink secretly, not daring to let other demon cultivators discover it.

Moreover, he didn't dare to drink too much at one time.

If he drinks too much and the black bear demon loses too much blood, the second elder will definitely notice it when he comes back, and he will definitely not be able to spare him.

The demon cultivator drank a plate of blood and looked at the black bear demon reluctantly.

He wanted to drink another bowl, but he didn't dare.

He suppressed the hunger in his heart, put away the sharp knife and porcelain plate, looked around, made sure no one was watching, and then turned around and left.

Mo Hua glanced at the big black bear with suppressed anger, then raised his head and glanced at the "stealing" steward, thoughtfully.

After leaving the prison, the steward suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He turned around, looked around with sinister eyes, but there was nothing around him except for the sounds of monsters struggling and roaring.

The steward couldn't help but frown.

"These past few days, I always feel like someone is looking at me..."

But this is the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, where did the people come from?

The demon cultivator is not right either.

How could an ordinary demon cultivator, with a demonic aura, be able to hide it from himself?

"Could it be that... I was targeted by some evil 'monster'?"

The steward shuddered inexplicably when he thought of the strange and evil demon refining picture.

"Impossible," the steward shook his head slightly, "the monsters are all locked up in the picture, how could they escape..."

The steward's eyes narrowed and he turned and left.

Mo Hua stayed in the prison, looking at the black bear demon, and gradually had a plan in his mind.

He climbed along the passage again and reached the demon cultivator's canteen.

Demon cultivators also have a canteen.

This was discovered before by Mo Hua.

In the cafeteria, there are both stoves and alchemy stoves.

The stove is used to stew some monster meat.

Generally, casual cultivators cannot afford spiritual meat, so they can only eat demon meat, but they only eat the meat of herbivorous demonic beasts.

Because carnivorous monsters must eat humans.

But demon cultivators are different. They want to "eat" people directly, so they eat all kinds of monsters without restraint.

The alchemy furnace next to it is used for alchemy.

But this kind of alchemy furnace is a simple alchemy furnace, and it is not refining complicated evil medicines, but refining elixirs like "bigu pills" that are used as rations for monsters and beasts.

Both the stove and the alchemy stove were covered with a thick layer of blood, carrying a disgusting fishy smell.

Mo Hua covered his mouth and nose with disgust, picked out some raw meat, cooked meat, and an unknown blood elixir containing powerful blood energy, and stuffed it into the storage bag.

In order to avoid being discovered, he only picked a little bit.

After finishing the selection, Mo Hua returned to the prison and threw the meat and pills to the black bear demon.

The black bear demon, who had just been bled and was panting with his eyes closed, was suddenly startled.

Seeing something thrown in front of you, you can't help but roar and growl.

After seeing clearly that those were food, he sniffed them again, then stretched out his big bear paw, pulled the meat in front of his face, and ate it hungrily.

He just ate and growled.

Mo Hua shook his head.

This big black bear is so stupid...

I don’t even know the reason for making a fortune silently.
To be continued...