Mr. Tu said: "If you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers. Even a large array is built from this basic formation. You must start from the most basic place to learn. Don't be too ambitious and lose your foundation."

Mo Hua nodded reluctantly, thinking that it made sense.

But he was about to take action, and seemed to remember something again, and said alertly:

"No, if I draw these formations, wouldn't it be like being with evil demons? If the elders and the old men know about it, I will definitely be expelled from the sect and will not be a disciple of the Taixu Sect in the future..."

Mr. Tu said: "What you are drawing is not an evil formation, but a righteous formation. How could you be expelled from the sect?"

Mo Hua insisted: "But you are demon cultivators. Isn't this helping the evildoer to abuse?"

Mr. Tu slowly corrected: "You are not 'drawing the formation for us', but are forced by us. In order to save your life, you have to draw some formations."

"You were 'coerced', it's not your fault."

Mr. Tu emphasized it.

Mo Hua was stunned, "Take it serious?"

Mr. Tu nodded, "Take it seriously."

Mo Hua felt relieved, but when he was about to take action, he felt that it was still wrong and looked at Mr. Tu with a suspicious look:

"I've finished drawing the formation. You won't kill the donkey. You'll kill me, right?"

Mr. Tu was so angry that he secretly scolded this little devil, he was really wary.

But at this point, he could only persuade him with kind words:

"Don't worry, your identity is special and it is of great use to the Lord of God. I will not kill you. If you can draw a good formation, it will be a great achievement. The Lord of God will remember your achievements and will not treat you unfairly..."

In this way, Mr. Tu was very persuasive, and then he coaxed Mo Hua and was willing to draw a formation for him.

Ink painting finally started writing, but just after drawing two strokes, Ink painting stopped again and shook his head and said:

"It's still wrong."

Now Mr. Tu finally couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily: "So what's wrong?"

Mo Hua pointed to the white bone band on the top of her head, feeling a little aggrieved and helpless, "You have blocked my spiritual sense and can't draw the formation..."

Mr. Tu stopped and then remembered that this kid had his sea of ​​consciousness sealed by the holy relics of the Great Wilderness.

The sea of ​​consciousness was sealed and could not communicate with the gods. His consciousness was also restricted, so naturally he could not draw the formation.

But... he unlocked his seal...

Mr. Tu felt uneasy in his heart.

But after hesitating for a while, he still took the overall situation into consideration, focused on the formation, stretched out his pale fingers, and pointed them on the forehead of Mo Hua. Bloodline penetrated into the bone tooth talisman, unbuttoning the seal of Mo Hua.

At that moment, my mind was enlightened, and the light flashed in Mo Hua's clear eyes, and then gradually converged and returned to nothing.

Mr. Tu felt a little palpitation, but when he looked carefully, he did not notice anything wrong with the ink painting, so he said:

"Is it OK now?"

Mo Hua nodded, "No problem."

"Draw the formation."

"good."

Mo Hua picked up the pen, dipped it in Lingmo, compared with the jade slip of the formation given to him by Mr. Tu, and began to draw the formation on the cliff with one glance.

With his attainments in formations, the basic formations used for the construction of these large formations can be understood with just one glance, and there is no need for Mr. Tu to say much.

Mr. Tu was not surprised. This was Mo Hua's ability as the leader of the formation.

The ink painting formation is also very fast.

All array diagrams are familiar with the heart. The pen starts like a moving cloud and the pen moves like flowing water. The array patterns under the pen are not only true at all, but also have a perfect charm.

Mr. Tu still frowned.

He knew that ink painting could actually be faster.

This kid is still hiding his weakness and is not doing his best. It is obviously delaying on purpose, not really trying to draw a formation for himself...

Mr. Tu's eyes were slightly condensed, but he didn't say anything.

In this way, Mo Hua drew the formation for most of the day. Until the evening, his spiritual consciousness was really tired, and Mr. Tu asked Mo Hua to go back to rest.

He still locked the ink painting in the Great Wilderness Prison, and sealed the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting with the bones again, so as not to find something when the ink painting was alone, and use the power of the gods to cause trouble.

The ink painting still looks like a copy.

In the Great Wilderness Prison, he rested for a night. The next day, he continued to be taken to the foundation of the Blood Sacrifice by Mr. Tu to draw a basic formation for the formation.

Ink paintings are still painted with brush and ink, and the formation is drawn at once, with the speed being the same as the day before.

After drawing for a day, he was sealed and imprisoned again.

On the third day, he continued to draw like this.

But Mr. Tu couldn't help it.

Although ink painting is fast, there are many formations, but compared with the magnificent composition of the formation, it is like a drop in the bucket, which is far from meeting his "expectations" for ink painting.

Mr. Tu looked cold and asked Mo Hua: "Your speed of drawing formations is not only that, right?"

Mo Hua looked serious, "I have always painted formations like this, and I have always had this speed. I have tried my best..."

This ability to open your eyes and tell lies made Mr. Tu’s eyelids twitch.

"Don't lie to me," Mr. Tu sneered: "I was there at the scene that day's sword contest, and I saw you draw the formation with my own eyes."

Seeing that the "lie" was exposed, Mo Hua turned pale and simply pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Mr. Tu's eyes were slightly condensed, and he thought to himself that this kid was really careful and had a thick skin. It was really not easy to make this kid draw a formation.

It is better to tempt such a genius than to threaten it...

Mr. Tu pondered for a moment and said, "If you finish painting the entire formation on this wall, I promise you to personally teach you the core formation of the blood sacrifice array."

"Core array hub?!"

Mo Hua was stunned, then his eyes shone and asked, "You really know how to teach me?"

Mr. Tu nodded, "I will never break my promise. As long as you finish drawing the formation on this wall, I will teach you."

Mo Hua gritted her teeth and struggled inside, but her desire for the formation seemed to be overwhelmingly overwhelmingly, and nodded:

"Okay, one word is certain!"

Mr. Tu nodded, his eyes were cold and he was happy in his heart.

Under Mr. Tu's layers of "temptation", the ink painting finally took the bait.

With the "core array" as bait, the ink painting no longer retained and began to do its best and became serious.

He threw away the pen in his hand, placed all the spiritual ink on the ground, and then sat down cross-legged, with a solemn expression, and his whole temperament became even deeper in an instant.

A huge and profound spiritual consciousness spreads from the ink painting.

The spiritual ink in the bottle was thrust by the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting and was trembling and integrated with the powerful spiritual consciousness of the ink painting, and then it took off like a gossip, flying one by one.

The ink painting's eyes showed its sharp edge and pointed a little forward.

The chaotic ink thin silk, under the command of ink painting, seemed to have life, and instantly flew forward like a spiritual snake, winding from the sky, and at a faster speed and a magical structure, formed an orderly formation on the stone wall.

The spiritual consciousness of ink painting pours out like a river.

But his speed of drawing the array was more than ten times faster.

Mr. Tu was watching from the side.

This is not the first time he has seen this scene. He has seen a movie through Fang Tian’s painting before. Although he was a little shocked, he was not very real.

But now that I am here, what I see with my own eyes, the shock I feel, and the shock I feel, are really hard to describe.

In this world, is there really someone who draws formations in this way?

Mr. Tu's pupils trembled slightly.

The spiritual sense of ink controls the ink, and he can also transform into this, but he can't do it like the ink painting, with precision control, slight slight, and changes in a lot of ways, flowing without any obstacles.

What's more, ink painting is painting a second-grade high-level formation of the same level.

This is even more incredible.

Formations of the same realm are difficult to learn and draw. It is difficult to learn and draw a normal formation master with the blessing of the array pen, not to mention that he can directly control the ink and form a formation without using the pen.

Not to mention drawing the ground into a formation.

This requires special opportunities and understanding of the great Taoist aggregate.

Understanding is a metaphysics.

If you can understand it, you will understand it. If you can’t understand it, you will not understand it, but if you can’t learn it, practice it, or practice it.

Even if this ink painting is favored by the gods, and with the help of the gods, he has such an outrageous formation attainment. Even without this "god", his own formation talent and understanding are extremely amazing.

Such a monster, if he could take it back to his command, correct it, embark on the road to the evil formation master, and get the "blessing" of the Lord of the Great Wilderness, his formation would be so strong that he would never dare to imagine...
To be continued...