The opportunity was rare, so Mo Hua sent a letter to Xun Ziyou and asked briefly about some questions such as "virtual and real great power, the integration of the world and the spiritual mind, the pattern of formations, the secrets of Shinto formations" and so on.

Xun Ziyou's scalp felt numb after reading it.

"How could he, a foundation-building disciple, ask these formation questions..."

Xun Ziyou complained in his heart, but he couldn't answer it, so he went to ask Xun Zixian.

When Xun Zixian heard these questions, his eyes lit up and he answered them one by one.

Xun Ziyou relayed it to Mo Hua.

After Mo Hua asked again, Xun Ziyou had no choice but to ask Xun Zixian. Finally, Xun Zixian became impatient and stretched out his hand and said:

"Give me your Taixu Order."

Xun Ziyou reluctantly gave his elder token to Xun Zixian.

After that, Xun Zixian chatted with Mo Hua for a while.

The two of them exchanged opinions on the issue of formations and had a great time chatting. They left Xunzi aside and completely forgot about it.

Xun Zixian is no longer that annoying person who says, "I don't want to play the piano to a cow." Instead, he is full of interest and has a lot of conversation.

Xunzi sighed helplessly.

Finally, the two of them finished talking.

Xun Zixian handed the Taixu Elder Order back to Xun Ziyou and sighed, "This is an excellent seedling. The future of the formation is limitless..."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons again with a solemn expression, "This child must not be lost in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."

Xun Ziyou silently rolled his eyes at him, thinking nonsense, why do you need to say this?

Then he sighed again.

This situation has been at a stalemate for several days, but I don't know when it will turn around.

…

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua chatted with Elder Xun Zixian for a while and benefited a lot.

Although Elder Xun Zixian's formation attainments are far inferior to Mr. Xun's, he is also unique in his understanding of formations, as well as his experience and knowledge of some formations.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, as expected, there must be my teacher among the three of us.

You can't underestimate any formation master, you have to be humble, think more, learn more and ask more questions.

In addition, Elder Xun Zixian provided some speculations about the "Shinto formation" in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

After a conversation, Mo Hua had some vague ideas in his mind, but he was not sure yet...

The next day, in the evil weapon room of Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

The old demon cultivator, who is an evil weapon master, is still teaching Ouyang Mu to refine sword bones and forge evil swords.

Ouyang Mu stood between the blood pool and the bone furnace, practicing his sword conscientiously.

Outside the evil weapon room, Jin Gui looked like a poisonous snake. After peeping for a while, he saw that Ouyang Mu was not lazy and was indeed forging the evil sword bit by bit. He nodded with satisfaction.

"Once Ouyang Mu enters the demon path and becomes an evil swordsman, everything will be easy..."

Jin Gui remained calm, turned and left.

But what he didn't know was that, on the surface, Ouyang Mu was indeed involved in the whole process.

But in fact, he has never mastered the truly evil weapon refining process.

It was both because of the "tactful evasion" that Mo Hua taught him, and also because of the old demon cultivator who turned a blind eye and closed one eye.

There was something strange about the ink painting, so he wrote to Ouyang Mu:

"Ask this old guy what his relationship is with the Ouyang family."

Ouyang Mu was startled, nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the old demon: "Old Dong..."

Affected by the ink painting, he almost said the word "old thing".

Ouyang Mu coughed, changed his title, and whispered:

"Old senior, do you have any connection with our Ouyang family?"

The old demon cultivator was shaken and stopped what he was doing, with a strong anger and unwillingness emanating from his body.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly condensed.

There was silence all around, except for the sinister green fire, which creaked and burned, making a depressing sound.

Ouyang Mu swallowed, lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at his sleeves, and then muttered:

"You... don't want to say it, just forget it..."

The old demon cultivator suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ouyang Mu with his turbid eyes, his expression was sad and mixed with very complicated emotions.

Finally, he sighed.

"That's all, it doesn't hurt to tell you..."

Ouyang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put down the bones in his hands.

The old demon cultivator said, "Don't stop."

"oh……"

Ouyang Mu was startled, then continued to light the fire and refine the bones.

The old demon Xiu Ku sat there, sighed deeply, and finally said slowly:

"It's a long story..."

"You are right, I do... have some connection with the Ouyang family, and I was indeed..."

Having said this, the old demon cultivator seemed a little embarrassed to say it, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said:

"...He is a disciple of the Ouyang family!"

Ouyang Mu's expression changed.

A disciple of the Ouyang family!

really!

Then he was shocked and angry.

In the Ouyang family of Tai Amen, hundreds of years ago, some people were captured by demon cultivators and imprisoned in this dark prison, where they were forced to help the "demon" persecute them and train for these ferocious demon cultivators.

The bloody evil sword.
Chapter completed!