As for the "Shinto Complex Formation" in front of us, all its "sub-formations" are the same formation, but the shapes have changed.

Just like a big tree, each leaf has its own veins.

And the overall structure of this formation is a bit like the "Lingshu Formation".

On each secondary sub-array, there is a corresponding array "sequence" to distinguish the array structure.

"In the dense forest, there are many unknown Shinto formations, and each formation is similar but special."

"They have the same array core structure, but they have different array pattern sequences..."

"The structure of the complex formation is simple, but it involves many specific formation patterns and is very complicated..."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief slowly.

He understood the general outline of these Shinto formations.

But at this stage, he could not conclude the same formation pivot structure, nor could he discover the rules between these sequence formation patterns.

Of course, there is no need to mention the deeper principles of formation.

However, this was only the first day, and he had only copied a dozen formation patterns.

The dense forest is still very large, and there are still many formations. If you copy more and study more, you can always study it thoroughly and master the "mist" Shinto formations in the dense forest.

Mo Hua nodded.

Then he rested for a while and continued to deduce on the Tao tablet. He wanted to get more familiar with these Shinto formations and see if he had made any omissions or if he could have other inspirations...

…

Taixumen, where the elders live.

Xun Ziyou thought deeply and decided to report to his ancestor first.

"Shinto formation?"

Mr. Xun's expression remained normal, but his heart sank.

How could it be a Shinto formation...

The inheritance of that sect is famous for its secrets and formations.

One evolution and one trick, two calculations of heaven and earth, the flow of immortal formations, ten thousand formations as one... But I have never heard of it, and there is still a legacy of Shinto formations.

Even though the boy surnamed Zhuang is extremely talented and has extraordinary formation skills, he has never used any Shinto formations in his life.

The Shinto formation itself, just like the Yin and Yang Liang Yi formation, is an ancient formation with a very long history.

The difficulty of Yin and Yang is that it is obscure, and the way is simple, but its meaning is not clear.

The difficulty of Shinto formations lies in spiritual consciousness, which is unpredictable and unpredictable, and contains unknowable dangers.

These two types of formations are almost lost.

But Yin and Yang are still within the formation system.

The Shinto formation is unique.

To this day, ordinary monks, and even some high-level formation masters, have probably never heard of the words "Shinto formation".

Where did Mo Hua hear this kid...?

And depending on the situation, he is very familiar with it?

Mr. Xun frowned and had many thoughts for a while:

Did someone else teach him? Or did he figure it out on his own?

Or is it really his master, a special inheritance left to him?

After all, their sect is unfathomable, its inheritance is too long, and its background is very terrifying. All the disciples in the past generations are also perverted geniuses.

Just because the boy named Zhuang doesn't know how to do it, doesn't mean he doesn't have this inheritance.

If anything...

That was what he specially left for the child Mo Hua before he died, knowing that his time was up.

Mr. Xun was filled with emotion.

Even though his own death was imminent, he still worked so hard to leave such a legacy, which shows how much that person valued ink painting...

With his aloof and unruly temperament, I'm afraid he has never done so much to anyone in his life...

Mr. Xun felt a little sad for a moment.

Xun Ziyou didn't know about these past events.

He saw that his ancestor's expression changed, and he was no stranger to the four words "Shinto Formation", so he guessed in his mind that this Shinto Formation was probably imparted to Mo Hua privately by his ancestor because of his partiality.

But now that he thought about it, he felt it was natural.

If you don't have enough talent, it will be useless if you pass it on.

At least if the ancestor passed this formation on to him, he would definitely not be able to learn it.

Since you can't learn it, you can't blame the ancestor for being partial.

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.

Mr. Xun took a look at Xun Ziyou and warned:

"You are only responsible for the safety of the child Mo Hua. Let him check, learn, and figure out the formations by himself. You don't have to worry about it."

"yes."

Xunzi You bowed his hands and said.

…

The next day, Mo Hua went to Demon Refining Mountain early in the morning.

At this time, Elder Xun had just made tea.

Mo Hua and Elder Xun drank tea together, and then set off together to the dense forest and continued walking deeper along the route they explored yesterday.

While walking, the ink painting looked for trees, deduced, and recorded the patterns.

Xun Ziyou couldn't understand it anyway, so he concentrated on protecting it.

However, he, as a bodyguard, has now changed from darkness to light. He does not need to be cautious and is very cautious. He has less worries and feels a lot more relaxed.

In this way, until the sun sets, the sky is filled with clouds, and night gradually falls.

The ink drawings recorded more than twenty hand-written copies of the Shinto formation patterns.

These formation patterns are raw materials. After derivation and research, we can further deepen our understanding of the Shinto formations and restore the original appearance of the formations.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Xunzi said leisurely.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

The two of them walked back along the mountain road.

The sun was setting over the mountains, the mountains and forests were quiet, and Mo Hua was in a relaxed mood, so he walked with Elder Xun Ziyou and chatted with each other.

Ask something like: "Elder, where is your hometown?"

"How many generations are you Mr. Xun's great-great-grandson?"

"Are you married?"

"Have you any children?"

"For our Taixu Sect, the elders in the late Golden Core stage, how much is the spiritual stone salary per month? Are there any other benefits?"

...and things like that.

Xunzi sighed, there was nothing he could do with the ink painting, he could only pick some questions he could answer and answer them.

If it was really not convenient for him to answer, he would just pretend he didn't hear it.

Just like that, after walking for a while, a scream suddenly sounded:

"Ink painting!!"

Both Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou were startled. They turned around and saw not far away, a fair-faced, handsome young man wearing a splendid golden Taoist robe. His eyes were spitting fire and he was looking at this side with an angry expression.

I recognize the ink painting.

It was the pretty-faced disciple of Duanjinmen, Song Jian.

As soon as Song Jian saw the ink painting, he couldn't move his eyes away. He stared at the ink painting with his eyes and shouted angrily:

"That's enough for me to meet you!"

"Mo! Hua! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

"You find people to beat me up, take away my spiritual sword, destroy my hard work, and lie to me! Find a big man to fight with me, and you watch from the sidelines to tease me!"

"I will never forget these blood feuds in my lifetime!"

"Today, I want to avenge my shame and let you..."

There was a disciple of Duan Jinmen beside him, pulling on Song Jian's sleeves.

Song Jian shook it off impatiently.

The disciple pulled again.

Song Jian felt slightly angry, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The Duanjinmen disciple next to him winked at Song Jian and looked next to Mo Hua.

Song Jian was puzzled and followed his gaze, only to find that there was an elder standing next to Mo Hua with a silent expression.

Taixumen Golden Pill Elder!

Song Jian felt a chill in his heart.

He spent these days looking for ink paintings all over the country, but he never came across them.
To be continued...