It's off the mark.

How could he, a swordsmith, know how to draw formations?

If it were just a sword formation, why would it be a nearly lost Shinto formation pattern?

How did he learn it?

Is the Shinto formation so worthless?

Mo Hua was full of doubts for a while.

He squinted his eyes again and stared at the sneaky old demon cultivator, especially the formation patterns he drew for a while, his expression slightly solemn.

This old thing is tracing the same pattern over and over again.

In other words, he may only know this formation pattern.

But this formation pattern is incredible.

It is different from the gate-like Shinto formations that I got at the well entrance of the small fishing village and the river temple.

It is also different from the mist-like Shinto formations that I calculated in the dense forest of monsters.

It is a brand new Shinto formation pattern.

I have never seen it before.

"Could this be what Elder Xun Zixian said, one of the complete Shinto formation systems in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?"

Mo Hua frowned.

But what is the use of this array pattern?

What was the purpose of painting this Shinto formation pattern on his natal sword bone?

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

"This old liar probably has a lot of secrets..."

…

Sword-making continues.

When Ouyang Mu was not paying attention, the old demon cultivator drew the Shinto formation pattern on the sword bone, and then covered the Shinto formation pattern with blood. After that, he continued to smelt the sword bone with a very complicated process as if nothing had happened.

.

Ouyang Mu also tempered the fine iron, turned around, and continued to learn how to forge swords from the old demon.

Everything is business as usual for the old demon cultivator.

Ouyang Mu had no idea what the old demon cultivator had done behind his back.

After that, there was a series of complicated sword-making processes. After about a few hours, the old demon cultivator said:

"It's okay today, come back tomorrow."

"Okay, old man."

Ouyang Mu stood and started practicing. After practicing for several hours, he felt a little tired. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded:

"Then I'll take my leave now, junior."

After Ouyang Mu left.

The old demon cultivator took out his natal sword bone, gently stroked the Shinto formations on the sword bone with his scarlet palm covered with blood tumors, and murmured softly in an inaudible hoarse voice:

"My life... depends entirely on you..."

Then he seemed to have run out of energy, so he hugged the sword bone and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hua looked at the sword bone and found that the length of the sword bone was almost exactly the same as the spine of the old demon cultivator. He looked at it slightly coldly.

He thought for a moment and left quietly.

…

When they arrived at the prison, Mo Hua told Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao about the old demon cultivator.

Ouyang Mu was a little shocked, "Array pattern?"

Mo Hua nodded.

"Is it a sword pattern?"

"No, it's a very special type of Shinto formation pattern. I've never seen it before, so I don't know what its use is."

Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao both frowned.

Linghuxiao thought for a while and then said: "So, this old demon cultivator's plot must be related to this sword bone."

"Isn't he...forging a natal sword embryo for himself?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It's possible..."

He had also guessed this before, but after all, there was no evidence and it was not easy to make a conclusion.

"But," Mo Hua frowned, "Using your own spine to forge the sword bone of your destiny, what kind of sword-making method is this?"

Linghu smiled and shook his head.

Then both of them looked at Ouyang Mu.

Among them, only Ouyang Mu has the most exquisite sword-making skills and extensive knowledge of weapon refining.

Ouyang Mu said solemnly:

"I don't know the specifics, but in the family, there are similar records in some miscellaneous rumors about cultivating weapons. This is a sword-making method that uses the body to feed the sword and combines the human and the weapon into one."

"It's just that this kind of sword-making method, when broken down, has many branches, and even the degree of good and evil is also different. Some are only bloody, hurting oneself but not others, and some are extremely evil and require great killing.

evil……"

"This old man... this old man used his own 'spine' to forge a sword. What path he took and what method he used, I can't tell now."

Ouyang Mu shook his head.

Linghu smiled and frowned, thinking for a moment, "I have a question..."

He turned his head, looked at Mo Hua and the others, and said slowly:

"Using one's own spine to cast the natal sword bone must be used to refine the natal evil sword. I'm afraid this old demon cultivator wants to take this opportunity to form a golden elixir in this hell of ten thousand demons?"

Ouyang Mu was startled and nodded repeatedly, "This old guy said that once the demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demon Prison form elixirs, they can leave the valley and work for the 'Master' outside. From then on, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and they are much more comfortable than in this valley.

Already."

"Moreover, after forming the elixir, his lifespan will increase. He can live for many more years, which is equivalent to changing his destiny against the will of heaven..."

Mo Hua nodded slowly, but then his eyes narrowed, "But, can he survive until that time?"

Ouyang Mu and Linghu smiled and looked thoughtful.

Mo Hua continued: "The old demon cultivator had his spine whipped. His body was stooped and he kept coughing up blood. Occasionally, he would sit alone in the evil weapon room and stuff his mouth with a lot of pills."

"Moreover, I can clearly feel that the death energy on his body is getting heavier and heavier..."

Mo Hua looked at Ouyang Mu, "It takes a lot of time to cast the natal sword bone and refine the natal evil sword. I'm afraid he will die before the sword is finished."

Ouyang Mu nodded, "That's true..."

Although this old demon cultivator has a good plan, his life is short, so why is he messing around?

Ouyang Mu frowned and thought about it. He didn't know what he thought of, but he was suddenly startled:

"Senior Brother Mo, there is another possibility."

Mo Hua was startled, "What's possible?"

"It's just..." Ouyang Mu's face turned pale, "His sword bone has actually been cast! He taught me how to forge the sword, but he was actually just pretending..."

Ouyang Mu thought about it again, nodded and said:

"Yes, during these days, he taught me how to make swords. Apparently it was for my own good. He didn't let me get involved in the bloody and evil sword-making methods. In fact, it was because I didn't need to do it at all. His spine...

It’s already a forged sword bone!”

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, "Then the reason why he forged the sword bone and did not further refine the Evil Sword of Life is because... what conditions were missing?"

What conditions are missing...

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he looked at Ouyang Mu.

Linghuxiao thought for a while and looked at Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu was stunned for a moment and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "When you weren't here, the old guy was refining the sword peacefully. After you came, he took out the sword bone and planned to forge the evil sword of destiny..."

"Obviously, you are the key and the condition for him to forge his natal sword and form the golden elixir."

Linghu smiled with worry on his face, "Isn't that Junior Brother Mu very dangerous?"

"Now that the natal sword bone has been forged, maybe it won't be long before the old demon cultivator will cast the natal magic weapon and use it to form an elixir."
To be continued...