Sure enough, the eyes of all the demon cultivators were all focused on it viciously.

The sword bone's eyes turned black.

Of course, it is a bone, the eye socket is hollow, and it is originally black.

Jin Gui looked at the sword demon in front of him warily and was a little confused when he saw that it was motionless and silent for some unknown reason.

Only then did he see the "unremarkable" ink painting standing next to the sword bone.

After just one glance, he passed by.

A sword demon and an imp. Although this combination is a bit strange, it doesn't matter as long as they are killed.

But then he was stunned and looked back. He was suddenly startled and lost control of his emotions. He pointed at the ink painting and said:

"Do you...have a brother?"

Mo Hua was also stunned by his question.

Jin Gui said bitterly: "Is your brother called 'Mo Hua'?!"

Ink painting: "..."

Jin Gui looked at the ink painting again, looking at his appearance and expression, his eyes suddenly widened, "That's not right!"

"You...are Mo Hua!"

He finally recognized it.

But then, he frowned again, "Why...have you become smaller?"

Mo Hua's eyes couldn't help but be a little cold.

Jin Gui stared at the ink painting for a while, with a sudden look on his face, and murmured:

"This is not the real world. When you enter this place, you exist in the form of your own spiritual thoughts. That is to say..."

Jin Gui sneered, "No matter how old you are or how your appearance changes, you're still a naive kid on the inside who won't grow up!"

Mo Hua looked at Jin Gui with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

But I still don’t know how precious gold is.

He is still immersed in his past "hate".

He remembered clearly that at that time he led a group of junior brothers to hunt the pig demon.

Unfortunately, this pig demon fell into the hands of a few disciples of Taixu Sect for some unknown reason.

He just took the pig demon away as a matter of course, but he suffered an unspeakable humiliation as a result.

This kid named "Mo Hua", along with several of his classmates, plotted against him.

After that, he took off his clothes, hung himself on a tree, and painted a turtle to make himself look ugly.

"Ink painting..."

This little devil turned into ashes and I can't even forget it.

It's hard to express the hatred in your heart without cutting him into pieces!

"Okay, okay!" Jin Gui looked twisted and said with a ferocious smile, "You can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all to get here!"

"I have long wanted to kill you little brat quietly to avenge my shame, but I never found the chance."

"Today, you came to your door yourself! Then don't blame me, I will kill you with one knife and eat your spiritual thoughts alive!"

Mo Hua's expression was calm, without any emotion or anger, and he never even paid attention to this precious gold.

Jin Gui thought Mo Hua was scared, so he smiled coldly, waved his hand and ordered:

"superior!"

A group of demon cultivators beside him put down their coffins and charged towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua stood with his hands tied, indifferent, but looked at the sword bone next to him.

Jian Gu Gu was stunned for a moment.

What do you mean? You want me to come?

This little ancestor doesn’t even want to move his hands?

Seeing that a group of demon cultivators were about to rush in front of them, Sword Bones had no choice but to draw out two bone swords, generate demonic energy, and fight with these demon cultivators.

After fighting like this for more than ten rounds, the demon cultivator was killed and retreated steadily.

Jian Gugu was suddenly startled again.

It suddenly realized that as a "sword demon", it seemed that... it was quite strong?

The battle with Mo Hua almost broke his heart.

It almost thought that it was a humble, incompetent, ant-like waste monster.

But now when it fights with other demon cultivators, it suddenly realizes that it's not that it is too weak, but that some people are too strong?

The sword bones were refreshed, the demonic energy rose, and the arrogance instantly became arrogant.

With a backhand sword, it cut a demon cultivator in half.

Then his body grew rapidly, and the bone swords on his body were like jointed limbs, completely strangling the other demon cultivator.

When Jin Gui saw this, his expression suddenly became solemn.

He looked at the ink painting again and thought:

"No wonder this kid is so confident. It turns out there is such a powerful 'Sword Demon' serving as his guardian."

"It's just..." Jin Gui frowned, "Isn't this sword demon a monster?"

"How can he, an upright disciple of the Taixu Sect, have monsters as his guards? Could it be that the Taixu Sect, which has always prided itself on being upright, has also begun to degenerate?"

Seeing the sword bones, he was about to kill all the demon cultivators.

Jin Gui finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He also had to fulfill the Young Master's instructions and send the souls of these three imps to the depths of the Demon Refining Map, so he couldn't waste too much time.

Jin Gui's eyes showed murderous intent, and he roared like a wild beast, and then the roar gradually became louder, like a tiger.

The four-elephant black tiger demon array lights up.

At the same time, his body gradually grew in size, grew tawny hair, and transformed into a bloodthirsty and powerful tiger.

Then he flashed out of the way, and in a flash, he was in front of the sword bone.

A tiger demon and a sword demon fought together.

Demonic and demonic auras intertwined.

Tiger claws and bone swords clash.

The demonic wind roared and the demonic energy whimpered. Both demons aroused their ferocity, and it was hard to tell the winner.

Mo Hua watched silently.

At the same time, he was silently calculating in his mind.

While the sword bone of the "Sword Demon" was fighting with all his strength against the "demonized" Jin Gui, and they were evenly matched, he silently deduced the four-elephant tiger pattern on Jin Gui's back.

He has long been eyeing this tiger stripe.

The tiger is the king of beasts, and among the many kinds of monsters, its strength is also at the top.

Demon cultivators with "tiger stripes" painted on them are rare in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

So far, I have only seen one ink painting on Jin Gui.

This is a rare demon pattern.

If you want to get it, you have to kill Jin Gui, take off his clothes, and copy them from his corpse.

Either let him go all out, activate the demon marks, fight with others, and spend some time by himself to record the derivation of these "demon marks".

Both of these methods are more troublesome, and there has never been a chance before.

Now the sword bone happens to be there, and it and the two evil spirits Jin and Gui are evenly matched, and they "pecking each other", which just gives me the opportunity to "calculate".

The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deep, and they are deducing calmly.

With the golden bones and golden nobles, one turned into a sword demon and the other turned into a tiger monster. Their auras were powerful, and the battle was going on like a life-and-death duel.

While the ink painting is counting, they are typing.

When the ink drawings were finished, they were still being typed.

Mo Hua silently memorized the complete "Four-Elephant Black Tiger Demon Pattern Array" in his mind. When he raised his head and looked at the battle between these two evil spirits, he couldn't help but feel a little bored and even a little sleepy.

The two sides in the fierce battle were obviously not feeling well either.

The sword bones had been "ravaged" by ink paintings before, and their vitality had been damaged, so it was fine for a short-term fight, but once the fight lasted for a long time, it was easy for the evil force to be exhausted.

Jin Gui realized that he would not be able to defeat this "powerful" sword demon in a short period of time.
To be continued...