"Yes," Mo Hua sighed and frowned slightly:

"The current problem is that we don't know what his real sword-making method is and what tricks there are in it."

"And what effect does the pattern he drew on the sword bone have..."

Several people were a little worried.

But even if I think about it here, I can't guess it, let alone have no good solution.

"Let's play it by ear..."

Mo Hua patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder, "Be more careful."

"Yeah." Ouyang Mu said solemnly.

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, somewhat worried, and said:

"Wait a minute."

He ran back to the formation privy room, selected some formation disks and spiritual weapons, and drew some temporary formations. Then he returned to the prison and gave them all to Ouyang Mu.

"You are hiding secretly..."

"This heart-protecting mirror has a golden stone formation on it, which can protect the heart."

"If the situation is urgent, these formations can be deployed at any time to delay the enemy."

"This black cloth must be put away. If you feel dizzy, put it on your forehead immediately..."

"There are also some elixirs to ward off demons and restore blood. You should also keep them. If demonic energy enters your body, or your blood energy is severely depleted, take it immediately..."

…

Mo Hua warned each one.

Ouyang Mu was so moved that he kept Mo Hua's advice in mind and said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Mo!"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

With these means, Xiaomu finally has a certain ability to protect himself.

I just don’t know when the old demon cultivator will attack...

…

The next day, Mo Hua went to the evil weapon room of the old demon cultivator in advance.

He wanted to see if he could find any other clues.

But when they arrived at the evil weapon room, they found that there were already people in the room.

Jin Gui, who was tall and strong, with a greatly changed aura, was talking to the old demon cultivator.

He seemed to be accusing something.

"Too slow..."

"Are you really teaching him how to make evil weapons?"

"That brat from the Ouyang family has obviously been studying for several days, but why doesn't he have much evil spirit in him?"

"Old guy, what are you doing?"

Jin Gui became a demon and his temper became very bad.

There was a flash of coldness in the eyes of the old demon cultivator, and then they became cloudy again.

He lowered his head and said in an old voice:

"Weapon refining pays attention to step by step. No matter whether it is the right way or the evil way, it cannot be achieved overnight. There must be a plan to follow step by step..."

After saying that, he coughed a few times and couldn't help but cough up blood again.

Jin Gui glanced at him with slight disgust and cursed in a low voice, "You old man..."

Then he snorted coldly and said lightly:

"Starting from today, I will send someone to guard you to see if you have properly taught that kid, and if you have let that kid get stained with blood and fall into the evil way..."

The old demon cultivator's expression changed slightly and he refused:

"That's not okay. Sword-making is a secret. It's my life's work. It must not be allowed to be peeped by outsiders!"

Jin Gui sneered, "How long has it been since you kept it a secret? No matter how good you are at making swords, you are only a second-grade swordsmith. You cannot escape the category of second-grade swordsman. What does your little skill in refining weapons mean?"

"Furthermore, this is Young Master's order. Of all the things in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, which one is as important as Young Master's?"

"You want to disobey the master's order?"

The old demon cultivator suppressed the coldness in his eyes, lowered his head and said: "I don't dare..."

Jin Gui nodded slightly and said indifferently:

"That's right. Time is running out. Hurry up and don't delay the young master's plan, otherwise you will lose your soul and die without a burial place!"

The old demon cultivator said nothing more, only lowered his head, "Yes."

Jin Gui gave the old demon cultivator a cold look, then turned and left.

After Jin Gui left, the old demon cultivator was the only one left in the evil weapon room filled with green bones, fire, and the stench of blood pools.

The old demon cultivator still lowered his head.

His spine was gone and his body was stooped. Once he lowered his head, it was difficult to stand up straight again.

But because he lowered his head, Mo Hua couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear him murmuring: "Yes, time... is running out..."

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly startled.

After that, the old demon cultivator made no other special moves, but still lay on the chair, flipping through a piece of demon skin paper.

About half an hour later, Ouyang Mu was brought in.

But this time it's different.

There were two demon cultivators who brought him in. Based on Mo Hua's experience, one of them was a dog-headed demon cultivator.

The other one has sharp eyes and is bald. He is most likely to be a demon cultivator with eagle patterns painted on his body, just like the 'vulture'.

After bringing Ouyang Mu, the dog-headed demon cultivator walked outside and guarded the door.

The bald demon cultivator with eagle-like eyes remained in the evil weapon master, staring at the old demon cultivator with sharp eyes and speaking indifferently.

"Master, the steward told me to keep an eye on it here to prevent any accidents from happening."

It is said to be "watching", but in fact it is "monitoring".

The old demon cultivator nodded and said calmly:

"knew……"

Then he no longer cared about the two demon cultivators, the bald one and the dog-headed one, and turned to Ouyang Mu on his own:

"I will continue to teach you how to make swords."

Ouyang Mu's expression was a little complicated, but he still remembered Mo Hua's instructions, pretending that nothing happened and that he didn't know anything, nodded and said:

"Okay, senior."

After that everything was business as usual.

The old demon cultivator taught him how to make swords patiently, Ouyang Mu learned to make swords absent-mindedly, the bald demon cultivator watched with piercing eyes, and the dog-headed demon cultivator looked at the door warily.

After a while, the old demon cultivator seemed tired and said to Ouyang Mu:

"You practice by yourself for a while, I'll take a rest."

Then he turned around, walked to the chair beside him, and sat down slowly.

But as soon as he sat down, he couldn't stop coughing and kept coughing up blood. He had no choice but to take out a few pills and stuff them into his mouth shakily.

Finally, he lay down on the chair, panting heavily, like a dying old dog, and the breath he breathed out had a fishy smell.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator frowned upon seeing this, looking a little disgusted, and turned his gaze slightly.

The sizzling sound of the fire, the tapping of forged iron, and the breathing of the old demon cultivator all blended together.

The room was obviously very noisy, but there was an inexplicable sense of silence.

After a while, the eagle pattern demon cultivator suddenly changed his expression slightly and noticed something was wrong.

The gasping sound of the old demon cultivator seemed to have disappeared.

The eagle-patterned demon cultivator suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked to the side, only to see that on the chair next to him, there was only a black robe and some shed demon skin.

"not good!"

A chill suddenly surged in the heart of the demon cultivator with the eagle pattern, and he immediately activated the eagle pattern. The demonic pattern on his head flashed, and his eyes searched for the figure of the old demon cultivator in the room.

But before he could catch a glimpse of the traces, the murderous intention suddenly came.

A long, dark red tentacle suddenly stretched out from the ground, carrying vicious demon power, and suddenly slashed at the waist of the eagle-patterned demon cultivator, as if trying to cut it off at the waist.

The eyes of the eagle-patterned demon cultivator trembled, and he jumped up to avoid the sneak attack.
To be continued...