Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1399: 775 Sword Demon_2

Chapter 1399: Chapter 775 Sword Demon_2

In an instant, the stone wall cracked, and rubble scattered everywhere.

Before the sword light hit its target, a small silhouette had already fallen from the roof and landed inside the room.

The old monster cultivator snorted coldly.

“No matter how cunning you are, you’ve still been forced out by me. I want to see exactly what kind of divine presence you are…”

As the dust settled, the figure that had fallen from the roof gradually became clear.

With a slender frame and pale complexion.

The face was smudged with dust, making it appear dirty, yet one could notice the handsome brows and eyes, and a trace of innocence and childishness in the demeanor.

The old monster cultivator glanced at the figure and his pupils contracted, somewhat taken aback.

“A… little kid?!”

Could the one who ambushed me with that incredibly sharp Gold-Cutting Imperial Sword be this… seemingly innocent little kid?!

No, it’s absolutely impossible!

The old monster cultivator’s expression became serious, and he asked gravely:

“Little kid, who are you?”

Mo Hua smiled mischievously without speaking.

The old monster cultivator felt a shock in his heart.

Could he be… an old monster with the appearance of a child and black hair.

But that didn’t seem right either.

His physical body was weak, his spiritual power appeared not strong, and his blood qi was fresh and youthful, lacking any decayed aura. Obviously, he was young, not like an old monster at all.

The old monster cultivator’s expression shifted, and he speculated in his heart:

“This little kid… maybe he had some strange encounter, clearly lacking aptitude, but possessing extremely high talent in Sword Dao. That’s why at such a young age, he has mastered such a fierce Sword Control.”

“But apart from Sword Control, he probably doesn’t know anything else.”

“So he dared not show himself, only daring to hide in the shadows and attack with Sword Control…”

The old monster cultivator had made up his mind, slowly glanced at Mo Hua, then looked at the nearby Ouyang Mu, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

“Little brother, are you a fellow disciple of this Ouyang family’s kid?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then replied:

“I suppose so.”

His voice was like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, crisp and pleasant.

The old monster cultivator’s eyelids twitched slightly, thinking to himself that surely he was just a young little kid.

He felt even more incredulous, but a spark twinkled in his eyes.

“Little brother, let’s speak frankly. Although I don’t know how you got in here, you should understand that this is the Ten Thousand Demons Prison. Once discovered, even if your swordsmanship is superb, you’d be torn apart and swallowed alive by hundreds and thousands of monster cultivators.”

“With numerous monster cultivators fighting to the death, even Golden Core cultivators have a risk of falling, let alone a Middle Phase Foundation Establishment kid like you…”

“And honestly, I have some secrets as well that I don’t want outsiders to know…,” the old monster cultivator’s tone softened, “why don’t we each stop fighting, okay?”

Mo Hua shook his head, “Old liar, don’t try to deceive me. Even if I want to stop, you won’t let it go quietly.”

Th𝗶𝓈 ₡h𝙖pτ𝙚r 𝚒𝖘 p𝑜ṡ𝘵𝕖Ԁ b𝑦 Ƙ𝙞ţ𝖾ṉ𝙤𝓋𝗲𝑙

The old monster cultivator paused awkwardly, and amicably said, “Little brother, why do you say that?”

Mo Hua smiled faintly and said:

“Old liar, you’ve forged a Sword Bone and want to form your Core. Now the arrow is on the string, success or failure is just a hair’s breadth away, how could you possibly stop?”

“Do you really think I’m just a child? Still trying to deceive me?”

The old monster cultivator frowned slightly, then smiled with an ambiguous expression, “How do you know I want to forge a Sword Bone and form a Golden Core?”

“Nonsense,” Mo Hua replied, “who wouldn’t want to form a Core?”

The old monster cultivator’s gaze turned slightly colder, “Then do you know how I forge Sword Bone, how to form the Core?”

Mo Hua seemed confident:

“Don’t pretend I don’t know; your Sword Bone is already forged. As for forming the Core, it’s nothing more than using Junior Brother Mu as a Trigger, employing some side path evil methods to form a Golden Core.”

While saying this, Mo Hua kept an eye on the old monster cultivator’s Divine Sense.

But of course, the old monster cultivator was clearly a sly and insidious character, and in this confrontation, his sense of vigilance was extremely high, so his Divine Sense fluctuations weren’t obvious.

Mo Hua couldn’t be sure whether his guess was right or wrong.

Or, perhaps he only guessed half correctly?

While Mo Hua was pondering, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu next to him speak urgently:

“Brother Mo, not good! This old thing is secretly eating something!”

Mo Hua was taken aback.

Ouyang Mu looked anxious.

At first, he listened to the two talking and didn’t pay attention, but later, by accident, he noticed that the old monster cultivator’s movements behind his back were a bit unusual. With a slight glance, he suddenly discovered that at some point, this old monster cultivator had grown two slender limbs behind his back, and a wriggling insect mouth had appeared on the back of his head.

At this moment, he was facing away from Mo Hua, continuously using the limbs to feed a flesh-colored Pill to the insect mouth on the back of his head.

Before Ouyang Mu finished speaking.

The old monster cultivator’s expression suddenly became hideous.

Not only Ouyang Mu, but also this little kid who popped out of nowhere. Both of these little kids, he wanted to kill to use as a Trigger for his own life-bound Evil Sword!

He was already nearing his life’s end, and now, suffering from sword injuries, he was on the verge of death. He had to fight for this one last chance!

Just now, while chatting with Mo Hua, he was feeding himself Pills.

At the same time, he had planned everything out in his mind.

Ouyang Mu, that kid, is okay at Sword Casting, but when it comes to actual fighting, he’s not worth mentioning. It’s no big deal.

What’s important is this Sword-controlling little kid.

This uncanny kid’s swordsmanship is indeed exceptional, but his physical body is poor, and his spiritual power weak; he surely fears close combat.

Moreover, his Sword Control is remote.

As long as I get close and entangle him, so he’s unable to control his sword, regardless of how extraordinary his swordsmanship is, he’s nothing but a fish and meat on the chopping block!

Victory or defeat lies in this single move, life or death as well!

At this moment, as long as I seize the initiative, the advantage will be mine!

The old monster cultivator’s gaze surged with evil qi, and his body began to transform back into a demon state. Even though the time was limited and demonic power hadn’t fully restored, he could only demonize halfway, becoming a grotesque half-human, half-centipede monster, but it was enough.

This Sword-controlling little kid, once within my reach, won’t be a match for me!