Asking about longevity

Mo Hua was startled and immediately lay down on the beam, motionless.

At the same time, a ray of divine consciousness roughly swept over his body, but it did not see through his concealment.

The strong man withdrew his consciousness and found nothing, and said angrily: "Who is this sneaky person?"

The middle-aged monk frowned, let go of his consciousness, and looked around.

An obviously deeper consciousness passed through the beams of the room, condensed on Mo Hua, and penetrated the concealment of Mo Hua's body.

But under the concealment formation, there is still a layer of concealment.

It was night, and the beams were dark, so it was difficult for anyone to detect him even if he was half-skilled in concealment.

The middle-aged monk peeked through a layer of concealment, but still did not find the ink painting. After a slight hesitation, he also withdrew his consciousness and said calmly:

"No one is there, no need to be suspicious."

The strong man said: "Impossible, someone is watching me!"

The middle-aged monk glanced at him and said, "Nonsense, am I just looking at you?"

The strong man was noncommittal, his expression still filled with anger, "No, someone must be spying in secret!"

Mo Hua's heart sank and his heart tightened.

The middle-aged monk asked back: "You mean, someone sneaked in?"

"It's not impossible." The strong man said.

The middle-aged monk smiled contemptuously, "Do you know where this is?"

Before the strong man could answer, the middle-aged monk sneered:

"This is the deep mountain of Dahei Mountain, and it is the village where evil cultivators like us live and work!"

"There is a concealment formation that I have set up at the door, and there is a complex formation that I have set up on the high wall. Every room, every house, brick by tile, has been painted with formations by me."

"Ordinary monks, who can discover this cottage, who dares to come to this cottage, and who can enter this cottage? Let alone dare to peep under our noses?"

Mo Hua was secretly surprised when he heard this.

This middle-aged monk turned out to be the formation master, and he was also a foundation-building monk!

The middle-aged monk said this. The strong man still didn't want to give up. He still believed in his intuition.

"Someone is definitely watching!"

The middle-aged monk's expression gradually became colder, "When you say that, do you look down on my formation, or are you despising my consciousness.

The strong man stopped talking.

In terms of qualifications, he is one position shorter than the middle-aged monk; in terms of formations, he knows nothing about them; in terms of spiritual consciousness, he is even worse.

The middle-aged monk said that there is no one, so it should be no one.

The bloodshot eyes of the strong man gradually faded away, and his anger gradually disappeared. He cupped his hands and apologized:

"Third brother, don't blame me. It was me who was abrupt."

The middle-aged formation master looked slightly bright, nodded, and no longer cared about it, but asked:

"Did you not drink blood tonight?"

The strong man nodded, "I didn't drink. I drank a little and was a little restless."

After speaking, the bloodshot eyes gradually appeared again in the strong man's eyes.

He is bloodthirsty and impatient, so he is very suspicious and a bit suspicious.

The middle-aged formation master understood, his eyes darkened slightly, and he said:

"Take some time to drink some blood. Don't mess up your mood or ruin the big thing."

The strong man nodded, feeling increasingly thirsty in his throat. The more he drank the wine, the thirstier he became. He also felt irritated, always feeling like someone was secretly watching him.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable.

The strong man's eyes were more bloodshot and almost blood red. He stood up and clasped his fists and said:

"I go first."

The middle-aged formation master asked: "Human blood may not be enough, do you want to drink demon blood? Do you want me to take action?"

The strong man said: "No need. Third brother is busy with business, so I won't bother you."

After saying that, the strong man left. The middle-aged formation master sat for a while, finished the wine, and entered the depths of the back village.

Mo Hua waited there for another hour, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the two of them had indeed left and were not lying to themselves by pretending to leave.

"Elder Yu is right. Even monks in the foundation building stage may not be able to detect the effects of these two layers of concealment as long as they stay still."

Especially the middle-aged monk, even an formation master, failed to discover the hidden ink painting.

This fully shows the concealment of the concealment method of ink painting.

But Mo Hua didn’t dare to overestimate it.

Eavesdropping under the noses of the evil cultivators of Foundation Establishment is still quite dangerous. Even if they can't find it, it's best not to take such a risk again.

Mo Hua was secretly vigilant.

If he was really seen through the concealment technique, he might not be able to escape from the hands of the foundation-building monks, even with movement skills such as the Water Step.

It seems that we should visit this place less often in the future.

Especially these two foundation-building evil cultivators, whether they can be avoided or avoided.

After the ink painting, I spent another two days studying the behavior patterns of the two foundation-building monks.

The strong man usually practiced in the back village during the day, but at night, he would leave the village alone and disappear without a trace.

Mo Hua guessed that he was looking for blood to drink.

This strong man practiced evil skills and wanted to drink human blood, but he had already established a foundation and there was not enough human blood to drink, so he had to drink the blood of monsters.

Some monsters eat human flesh and drink human blood.

So for him to drink demon blood is almost the same as drinking human blood.

As for that formation master, he must also be an evil formation master. He stays deep in the back village every day, tinkering with something.

Mo Hua couldn't guess it and didn't dare to look at it.

Occasionally, this evil formation master would go out, and he would always go out at night.

Mo Hua guessed that he should go to the mountains to draw some formation.

But it was just a guess. He didn't dare to follow. If he followed, he would really be courting death.

Mo Hua gradually figured out the routines of these two evil foundation-building cultivators.

As long as he avoids meeting with them in the future, he will have nothing to fear in this black village.

After all, neither the evil formation masters nor the strong men who built the foundation could detect him, let alone these evil cultivators in the Qi refining period.

What's more, the evil formation master himself said that it was impossible for anyone to sneak into Black Mountain Stronghold and eavesdrop under their noses.

Other evil cultivators probably don't believe that anyone can sneak in.

Mo Hua thought about it and decided to stay in Heishan Village for a few more days.

One is to draw a complete map of Heishan Village, and the other is to eavesdrop on more information about Heishan Village.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

Black Mountain Village is too powerful, and without knowing the inside story, it is no match at all.

Just try to avoid risks and avoid encounters with evil cultivators in the foundation building period.

The evil formation master has strong spiritual consciousness, and the strong man has sharp instincts, both of which are not easy to deal with.

Then Mo Hua became curious again.

How many evil cultivators are there in the foundation building stage in this black village?

Mo Hua began to eavesdrop everywhere, trying to figure out the matter.

Finally one night, while two evil cultivators were keeping vigil and drinking and chatting, they talked about the "master" of Black Mountain Village.

Of these two evil cultivators, one has a strong build and a hideous scar on his face.

One has a pale face, a thin and dry body, and looks like a noodle.

Mo Hua didn't know their names, so he simply called one "Scarface" and the other "White-faced Man".

Mo Hua also knew about the so-called night vigil.

It's midnight, guarding the gate of Heishan Village.

If a guilty cultivator comes in in disgrace and asks for directions by name, they will open the door and welcome the sinful cultivator in.

If something unexpected happens, or if a monk wants to escape, they can also give an early warning.

Night vigils are dull and uninteresting.

At night, the mountain wind carried the chill, and they gathered around the fire, eating hard dried meat, drinking bad wine, and chatting.

Mo Hua was sitting on the roof behind them, listening attentively.

The white-faced man was warming himself by the fire while muttering: "There is a curfew in Black Village, but these four masters have to go out every night."

Hearing this, Mo Hua's expression changed.

The fourth boss?

It should be the strong man with bloodshot eyes who likes to drink blood.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and was suddenly startled.

The "leaders" should be the various leaders of Heishan Village.

That strong man is a foundation-building cultivator, ranked fourth, and is the fourth master, which means that there are at least four foundation-building evil cultivators in this black village!

Mo Hua broke into a cold sweat as he listened.

Four foundation-building evil cultivators, plus hundreds of murderous evil cultivators.

Even if all the demon hunters and Daotingsi from Tongxian City were dispatched, they would probably be no match at all.

The old head of the Daoting Division is old and frail, and is not good at using force with others. Although Elder Yu is powerful, he is by no means a match for the four foundation-building evil cultivators.

Once the foundation building fails, the rest will be a one-sided massacre.

Mo Hua broke out in a cold sweat, then calmed down and continued listening, wanting to hear more news.

After hearing what the white-faced man said, Scarface only said coldly:

"If you are the head of the family, you don't have to abide by these rules."

The white-faced man smiled, somewhat dissatisfied.

Then he asked curiously: "What do you think these three masters are doing when they hide in the back village every day?"

"He is an array master, what else can he do?"

The white-faced man didn't believe it, "The formation is so boring. What's so good about practicing that the third master doesn't get bored of it?"

"So the Third Master is the formation master and the head of the family, and you can only watch the gate and keep vigil." Scarface said disdainfully.

The white-faced man sneered, "You say that, aren't you also a gatekeeper? Aren't you also keeping vigil with me?"

Scarface looked cold, "Are you looking for death?"

The white-faced man was displeased, and the two of them were at war with each other for a moment, but they didn't really take action.

The evil cultivator has a violent temper, but he also knows how to be patient.

After a while, the two of them calmed down. The white-faced man felt bored and suddenly said with a lewd smile:

"You said that the third master of the family wouldn't hide a girl in the back village and have fun every night, right?"

Scarface glanced at him lightly and snorted: "Bullshit."

"How do you know?" the white-faced man asked in disappointment.

"I have seen."

"Have you been to Houzhai?"

"I have sent things to the third master's family several times."

"What did you see?"

Scarface frowned, thought for a moment and said: "The third master is in the back village. He is either drawing formations or looking at a picture..."

Mo Hua, who was listening carefully, suddenly felt something in his heart.

picture?

What picture?

The third master is a formation master, and he is drawing formations at night. Could it be some rare formation diagram?

"It's not impossible..."

Mo Hua nodded, suddenly startled, and a word suddenly appeared in his mind.

"It can't be...a visualization picture, right?!"