Becoming an evil formation master starts with preparing blood ink...

It can be said that as soon as you start mixing blood ink, you are already on the path to being an evil formation master.

Mo Hua doesn't do such stupid things.

But without blood ink, how to draw the evil formation?

Evil array...

Mo Hua began to speculate step by step based on his extremely rich experience in first and second grade formations...

The so-called evil formation is essentially the formation master using evil means to draw formations that he could not draw originally...

Or, using evil means to enhance the power of the formation.

Guojiang Long is not a formation master and has limited spiritual awareness, so he cannot draw a true Shinto formation, so he can only rely on heresy to build a formation.

So the formations painted by Dragon Crossing the River contain both a part of the "evil" way and a part of the "divine" way.

Use the "evil" way to approach the "god" way.

Therefore, Dragon Crossing the River can successfully draw these formations.

But now, I neither understand the "Shin Way" nor can I borrow the "evil way", so these formation patterns are of no use at all.

"Shinto" formation...what exactly does it mean?

Mo Hua pondered hard, but still couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Think about it the other way around..."

What is the purpose of the Shinto formation?

Restrain, or seal the gods?

Since we want to restrain or seal the gods, we must have the power of divine thoughts that matches the gods?

After all, humans and gods are different.

There is a "qualitative" difference between human spiritual consciousness and divine thoughts.

If you put it this way...

Mo Hua opened his eyes wide and was suddenly startled.

The so-called Shinto formations use formations to transform people's "spiritual consciousness" into a power comparable to the spiritual thoughts of "gods"?

The more I think about Mo Hua, the more I think it is possible.

In this case...

He himself possesses a spiritual thought that is almost like a "god"!

What else can be converted?

Mo Hua's eyes widened and he continued to think...

Although the quality of my spiritual consciousness has changed, when I draw the formation, I still use my spiritual consciousness according to my previous habit...

Now, if I deliberately inject the "deified" consciousness into the formation, wouldn't it itself be equivalent to a "Shinto" formation?

I suddenly became enlightened about ink painting, and without further ado, I tried it immediately.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind, and activated all the pale golden, blood-like divine thoughts that were produced by swallowing the "divine marrow" in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then the ink painting began. Around the well, ordinary spiritual ink was used to draw the evil patterns left by the dragon crossing the river.

The light golden spiritual thoughts flowed into the formation pattern as the ink flowed.

The formation patterns under the ink brush began to incorporate a kind of pale golden light that ordinary people could not see, transcended the level of ordinary monks' spiritual consciousness, and was like the spiritual thoughts of "gods".

The ink paintings are done very seriously and carefully.

But after finishing the painting this time, the formation really took effect.

The ink painting can vaguely sense that the formation pattern he drew has a mysterious "power of the divine way", which echoes with the bone bricks, pulling some evil power originating from the evil god deep in the well, and will

This evil power was gradually released...

The well trembled, the breath suddenly changed, and scarlet blood mist surged up from the bottom of the well again.

Mo Hua looked happy.

Success!

The door to the evil god’s hometown was opened by himself!

In other words, the key to the evil god's house is in his own hands!

"Do you want to go in?"

Mo Hua stared at the blood mist at the bottom of the well and felt that he still couldn't take the risk, so he threw a little tiger down and took a look.

When the little tiger landed, there was no sound of water.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

This means that this well is a dry well and the inside is dry.

Mo Hua controlled the little tiger with his spiritual consciousness and continued to explore forward. The road was unobstructed, with neither monks nor other buildings.

Mo Hua frowned.

"Could it be that the bottom of this well is empty?"

After walking for a while, there was a sudden "plop" and the little tiger seemed to fall into the water.

Then, in just a split second, an extremely strong force struck, and in Mo Hua's perception, the little tiger exploring the path was instantly crushed into powder.

Mo Hua felt awe-inspiring in his heart.

What on earth is this...

Monk? Or monster?

Is this the real "watchdog" in front of the evil god?

Ink painting gives me a headache.

Too dangerous...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, feeling helpless, and sighed in his heart: "That's all, let's think about it in the long term..."

The "evil god" who has truly become the climate and preaches everywhere must be a "hard nut" and cannot be solved by himself.

Mo Hua was still a little unwilling, but had no other choice but to leave first.

Before leaving, he used spirit-dispelling liquid to erase all the patterns he drew on the edge of the well one by one.

The formation patterns were erased and the well returned to its original state.

Mo Hua looked around again to make sure there were no mistakes left, then turned and left.

But he did not go far. Instead, he found a hidden place nearby and continued to hide himself. He waited for a full night until dawn. The dragon crossing the river had not yet appeared, but fishermen had already come to dig in the well.

The water ran out, and the ink painting finally had no choice but to give up.

He doesn't have much time, so he can't ask for any more leave, so he can only go back to Taixumen first.

…

Gu Changhuai took a day off from Mo Hua, and the reason was to help Daotingsi draw formations.

After Mo Hua returned to his clan, Gu Changhuai sent a letter asking: "Where have you been?"

I went to catch the evil god...

Mo Hua wanted to answer this way, but Uncle Gu would only believe it if there was a ghost—unless he was also parasitized by an evil god one day.

"I tracked down the dragon across the river and found clues about the human traffickers."

Mo Hua gave a reason that Uncle Gu was more likely to accept.

As expected, Gu Changhuai perked up and asked:

"Where? In a small fishing village?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "They must have a stronghold in the small fishing village, but where is the entrance, I'm still looking..."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and said for the first time: "Thank you for your hard work..."

Without his keen sense of consciousness, proficiency in concealment, and meticulous ink painting, it would be impossible for Dao Tingsi to keep an eye on the dragon crossing the river and follow the clues to find the den of the trafficker.

The ink painting is a little surprising.

Uncle Gu actually said to himself, "Thank you for your hard work."

Now he is a little doubtful whether Uncle Gu is really parasitized by the evil god...

However, it is a good thing to be appreciated by Uncle Gu, and it will be easier to ask Daotingsi to do things in the future.

Mo Hua said: "I will look for it again next ten days to see if I can find the dragon crossing the river."

"Okay," Gu Changhuai wrote, "I will send a few more people to keep an eye on the movements of the small fishing village..."
To be continued...