Mo Hua eavesdropped on the conversation between Jin Gui and Yao Xiu again.

Everything was very different from what I expected.

The evil weapon room was bombed and was in a mess.

The old demon cultivator who forged the evil sword went crazy. There was a trace of his flesh and blood left at the scene, as well as the corpses of two demon cultivators.

These two demon cultivators died in a miserable state, with scars from arthropod slashing on their bodies. They were obviously strangled to death by the centipede demon cultivator.

It can be clearly seen that there was a fight to the death during his lifetime.

It was the old demon cultivator's hand.

In addition, the weapon refining bone furnace, the blood pool, the evil sword, and the formation were all destroyed. The dirty blood was poured over them, and no one could tell which ones were problematic and which ones were not.

Jin Gui was furious, but he could only calm down the matter.

He is in charge, and if something goes wrong, it will only make the leader or the young master question his ability to do things.

Therefore, it is best to make this matter a trivial matter.

He doesn't dare to make a big fuss either.

Ouyang Mu, on the other hand, was in the middle stage of foundation building and was dull. Even if he escaped by chance, he would not be suspected.

Jin Gui was also lucky that Ouyang Mu did not die after the evil weapon room collapsed, otherwise he would have been in big trouble.

Therefore, the small log is safe for the time being.

As for Linghu smiling and Song Jian, their situation is not bad.

After all, it’s not the time to really “see the picture”.

You can leave for a while by yourself.

Mo Hua went to see Linghuxiao and the others again and said, "I'm going to step on it for a while. I might not be back for a few days. You guys should be careful."

Linghuxiao looked solemn and nodded.

Ouyang Muze said: "Senior Brother Mo, be more careful."

Although Song Jian kept a straight face and said nothing, his heart suddenly felt empty.

When Mo Hua was there, although he was often invisible and invisible to people, he always felt more at ease and could still eat dried meat.

But now that Mo Hua left, he suddenly felt particularly insecure.

Song Jian's mood became tangled for a moment.

Mo Hua didn't bother to care about him, but gradually disappeared again and disappeared.

Linghuxiao and the other three looked at each other and felt that without Mo Hua, the Ten Thousand Demons Prison seemed to suddenly become "gloomy" again.

…

In the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, the top of a prison.

The body shape gradually appeared in the ink painting.

There were no demonic cultivators around, only the demonic beast bound by huge chains, roaring in a low voice.

Mo Hua took out the half-bone sword and asked: "Where are we going?"

The half-bone sword was silent and made no movement.

Mo Hua threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will destroy you."

As expected, a vague old voice came from the sword, "Wait a minute... Xiaozu... I said..."

The sound from behind stopped for a while and then came again.

"...You didn't hear..."

Mo Hua listened attentively, and after a while he realized that the old demon cultivator was indeed talking, but it was not "talking", more like...

"Spiritual Sound Transmission".

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "Do you know how to communicate with spiritual thoughts?"

The old demon cultivator had no choice but to say, "I am dead and have lost my physical body. I only have residual mental power, so whenever I speak, it is all through 'spiritual voice transmission'..."

"Oh, yes." Mo Hua suddenly understood.

Then he asked again, "I don't speak, I only use my spiritual thoughts to transmit my voice. Can you feel it?"

The old demon cultivator was a little speechless, but he did not dare to say that Mo Hua was "ignorant and ignorant", so he only said implicitly:

"Little Ancestor, you are joking. Monks in the Ascension Realm cannot 'transmit sound with their spiritual consciousness'."

"Why can sound be transmitted only after becoming a feather?" Mo Hua said more truthfully.

"This..." the old demon cultivator said sarcastically: "I am just building a foundation, and I am thousands of miles away from the Ascension Realm. The specific reason for this... I am ignorant, and I don't know very well..."

"Oh." Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

This old guy is a bit half-full, he knows what he is doing but doesn't know why.

But it doesn't matter.

"Then the current situation is that you can quietly transmit your spiritual thoughts, and I can only speak to you?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes..." the old demon cultivator whispered.

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay..."

He pointed the broken bone sword forward and asked again:

"Which way to go?"

The Bones and Broken Sword was silent for a while, as if he was meditating or recalling the route. After a while, the old demon cultivator sent a message to Mo Hua:

"On the right, after passing the prison of the blood-red wolf demon, there is the second stone gate, turn right and go inside..."

Mo Hua glanced to the right and nodded.

He concealed himself again and prepared to walk in the direction pointed by the old demon cultivator.

But just as he took a step forward, he suddenly remembered something, shook the bone-broken sword in his hand, and warned:

"Old man, don't lie to me, or I'll let you know what real 'horror' is."

The old demon cultivator said quickly:

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

At least for a short period of time, it was afraid of being beaten by ink paintings and did not dare to have any strange thoughts.

and……

The old demon cultivator whispered: "I'm not called 'old thing'..."

The sound was very small, but Mo Hua still heard it.

"That's right. Don't you call me 'old guy'? What's your name?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

The old demon cultivator sighed and said with emotion, "Before I became a demon cultivator, I was a disciple of Tai Amen. My surname is Ouyang, my first name is..."

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua didn't listen to what he said about him, but muttered to himself:

"It's not a good idea to call you 'old guy'. It's a bit impolite. Let me give you a nickname. I'm good at giving nicknames..."

The old demon cultivator was silent.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then had a flash of inspiration, "You are a sword demon. You have a sword and a body of bones. Let's call you 'Sword Bone'."

The old demon cultivator almost thought that Mo Hua was calling him a "slut".

It's a little angry.

Its dignity does not allow it to accept such a humiliating name.

But its courage is not enough to support it in making the slightest protest.

Sword bones are just sword bones...

The old demon cultivator accepted this name and had to praise Mo Hua without conscience:

"What a good name... the young master is really a master at naming."

Mo Hua happily accepted the flattery and said:

"Lead the way, Sword Bones."

The old demon cultivator, who was given the name "Sword Bone" by the ink painting, had no choice but to accept his fate and said: "Yes..."

Then the sword bones pointed the way.

Mo Hua hides himself, letting go of his spiritual consciousness and observing the surroundings, while holding the broken bone sword, listening to the sound transmission of the sword and bones, and shuttles through the intricate Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was built by hollowing out the belly of the mountain. It is huge in size. Not only are there numerous stone halls and chambers, but the passages and corridors are densely intertwined. In addition, there are patrolling demon cultivators who come and go. If you don’t know the way,

It's really easy to get lost.

Fortunately, "Sword Bones" is very senior and experienced, and he is also familiar with the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. In addition, he was held in Mo Hua's hand and did not dare to make mistakes, so he tried his best along the way and was fairly reliable.
To be continued...