To a certain extent, evil spirits can also be restrained.

But the effect is actually not that strong.

It's okay to deal with ordinary evil spirits, but it won't be able to deal with stronger ones.

There is no need to think about evil gods, or even existences such as evil gods and corpses.

So it is useful, but it is a bit useless and cannot achieve the expected effect of ink painting at all.

Moreover, Mo Hua always felt that there was still a barrier between him and his understanding of Shinto formations.

Every other line is like a mountain.

The same is true for the knowledge of formations.

This barrier is the "mountain".

Therefore, although these Shinto formation patterns can be drawn in ink paintings, they are always hazy and half-understood in the mind.

It is far from the clear and thorough feeling when drawing other formations.

There is a hint of speculation in the ink painting.

This type of "Shinto formation" seems to be the same as the Jue formation, involving some complex formation principles and Tao laws...

Mo Hua thinks it is very possible.

It's just that he currently has too little inheritance of Shinto formations, so he can't learn more, understand them, or confirm his conjectures.

Mo Hua sighed and sighed in his heart:

"There is almost nothing to learn..."

"Let's talk about it after this year..."

"After the New Year, let's see if I can intercede with Mr. Xun and get rid of my 'ban', so that I can go out to find evil gods, eat demons, and beat the 'tooth sacrifice'."

"Even if you can't find the Shinto formation, you can still improve your 'food', feed the 'laws of heaven' in the sea of ​​consciousness, and relieve the limitations of the growth of your own sea of ​​consciousness..."

…

In the days that followed, Mo Hua calmed down and lived a stable life.

But on this day off, Mo Hua went to the Demon Refining Mountain to practice swordsmanship.

After practicing for a long time, I killed two hawk demons. It was approaching evening and I was just about to return to my sect when I noticed a commotion in the distance.

The ink painting was a little strange. When I got closer, I saw a bunch of fellow disciples gathered around it.

Some people take elixirs, some mix concoctions, and some take golden needles.

There was a person lying on the ground, it was Cheng Mo.

His face was pale, his lips were dry, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and there was a bloody wound on his chest that was bleeding profusely.

Mo Hua's face darkened and he asked:

"What's going on?"

Ouyang Mu, who looked anxious next to him, looked guilty when he heard this and murmured:

"It's all my fault..."

Situ Jian shook his head and said, "This is none of your business..."

Situ Jian's face was pale and his breath was a little weak. It was obvious that he had consumed too much spiritual energy. There were also some scratches on his Taoist robe, but fortunately there were no obvious injuries.

Situ Jian sighed and explained the whole story to Mo Hua:

"Junior Brother Ouyang needed some fox demon hair, claws and bones to make his sword. Cheng Mo volunteered to catch the demon when he was free, and I followed him..."

"It was okay at first, everything went well."

"We found a rare blood fox."

"This kind of fox demon is very rare even in the Monster Refining Mountain where there are many monsters. There is no ready-made strategy. However, everyone has killed a lot of monsters and has experience. Just follow the process and copy the gourd.

"

"Hao Xuan laid a trap and set up a formation, and we set up an ambush."

"When the Xue Mei Fox fell into the trap, triggered the formation, and was seriously injured, Cheng Mo and I rushed out to kill the demon fox."

"I was about to succeed, but I didn't expect that this demon fox would actually be able to charm."

"The art of charm?" Mo Hua was startled.

"Well," Situ Jian nodded, "it's just that some monsters are born with the talent to enchant the monks' spiritual consciousness."

"It can cause monks to hallucinate, become confused, or have all kinds of desires..."

Rao Mo Hua was a monster hunter and had rich experience in hunting monsters. He had only heard of it, but had never seen such monsters before.

"And you fell under the spell?"

"It hit a little," Situ Jian said, "This bloody fox is not yet underage. It is only the second-level elementary level, and its charm is not strong. Although it made Cheng Mo and I feel a little trance, it has not had time to get down yet.

Killer, we reacted."

"My Taoist robe was torn a few times, but it's nothing serious."

"Cheng Mo was slightly injured, but it was only to the flesh."

Mo Hua frowned and glanced at Cheng Mo who was lying on the ground with his face as white as paper and bleeding profusely. He couldn't help but ask:

"Then what's going on with him?"

Situ Jian looked solemn, "We were charmed by the bloody fox, and our consciousness was in a trance for a moment. Then we came back to our senses and immediately joined forces to kill the fox demon. But at this moment, a 'monster' suddenly came out of the jungle.

…”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed, "Monster?"

Situ Jian frowned and said, "It's a monster. It doesn't look like a monster, but it doesn't look like a human either. In other words, it looks like both a monster and a human."

"It can stand on two legs or crawl on all fours. It has a huge body and is wrapped in black cloth. The whole body is dark and its appearance cannot be seen clearly. Only its two eyes are as red as blood..."

"This monster suddenly came out, with sharp claws, and came with a fishy wind. Everyone was caught off guard."

"Cheng Mo took the lead and stood in front of everyone, fighting the monster."

"But the monster was too strong. Just by looking at it, Cheng Mo had a big gash in his chest."

"We hurried forward to provide support. When the monster saw the crowd, it roared and refused to fight. It grabbed the body of Xue Meihu and ran towards the mountains..."

"Cheng Mo's injury is serious and needs to be treated in time. Moreover, the monster is too strong and elusive, so we don't dare to pursue it further, so we can only bring Cheng Mo back first..."

Situ Jian sighed deeply.

Mo Hua's brows furrowed more and more tightly. He glanced at the dying Cheng Mo and asked, "How is Cheng Mo's injury?"

A disciple who was proficient in alchemy said:

"He lost a lot of blood, but he was saved in time. He applied powder to stop the bleeding, and he was given pills to strengthen the body and restore blood. He is also a physical practitioner and has good health, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

"Send it back to the sect later and ask Elder Murong to take a look at it to avoid any further trouble."

"that is……"

The disciple was a little confused, "There are very strange demonic powers remaining in his wounds. I'm afraid these demonic powers are difficult to remove..."

"Demon power?" A disciple asked in surprise, "That monster is half human and half demon, could it be...a demon cultivator?"

"But in this Demon Refining Mountain, non-sect disciples are not allowed to enter, and before entering the mountain, they will be inspected by the elders. How could there be demon cultivators sneaking in?" Some disciples said.

Everyone was puzzled.

The ink painting is thoughtful.

Demon cultivator...

Non-sect disciples are not allowed to enter...

Avoid inspection...

He thought for a moment and said to Situ Jian: "Take me to see where you were attacked by that 'monster'."

Situ Jian nodded, "I'll take you there."

Ouyang Mu said: "I'll go too."

He felt a little guilty, "If I hadn't needed the materials from the fox demon to make the sword, Brother Cheng Mo wouldn't have been injured."

Mo Hua comforted him and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

But Ouyang Mu was a bit stubborn and still blamed himself and wanted to do something.

At this time, Linghu on the side smiled and said:

"I'll go take a look."

Linghuxiao and Xiaomumu have a good relationship.

He is a sword cultivator, while Xiao Mumo is a swordsmith.
To be continued...