Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1400 - 775: Sword Demon_3

Chapter 1400: Chapter 775: Sword Demon_3

The demonic wind suddenly rose, and the blood light intensified.

The old demon cultivator suddenly launched an attack, moving at an incredible speed.

He could even see Mo Hua’s face across from him, with an “alarmed” expression and an appearance of helplessness.

“Poor child…”

Thought the old demon cultivator.

But there was not a trace of compassion in his heart.

Two jointed limbs, like sharp scythes, slashed towards Mo Hua’s body, seemingly trying to cut Mo Hua into three pieces.

But in the next moment, there was a flash of water, and Mo Hua’s form disappeared.

The old demon cultivator was taken aback.

Movement technique?

But he did not give up, his peripheral vision catching sight of Mo Hua’s form, and he continued to swing his jointed limbs at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua moved like water, gliding past the sharp limbs, narrowly evading once again.

This happened three more times.

Mo Hua dodged them all.

The old demon cultivator grew angry.

Where did this damned kid learn such an uncanny movement technique?

But he was in a difficult situation, forced to drag his long centipede body, waving his jointed limbs, and relentlessly chasing and slashing at Mo Hua.

If he couldn’t kill Mo Hua up close, and allowed Mo Hua to gain distance, employing Divine Sense Sword Control, it would be his own death.

Mo Hua’s form slipped away like water, evading the old demon cultivator’s attack.

The scene was momentarily at a stalemate.

After evading for dozens of rounds, Mo Hua looked somewhat disheveled, and in a spare moment said:

“Old trickster, give it up, my movement technique is good, you can’t kill me.”

The old demon cultivator snorted coldly, “This is I pursuing and you fleeing, even if you dodge a hundred moves, if you fail to dodge just one, you will die at my hands!”

“I just took a lot of pills, I can take my time with you!”

The old demon cultivator’s gaze was sinister.

Mo Hua’s expression became serious, with a hint of anxiety, but just for a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon cultivator:

“How coincidental, I just laid out a large number of formations, I don’t want to drag this out with you.”

Hearing this, the old demon cultivator was momentarily stunned.

Then, suddenly, a wave of coldness welled up in his heart.

Looking down, he saw that at some point, the ground had been drawn with layers upon layers of formations, among which one formation, shining with golden light like a golden lock, had already entangled his joints.

The old demon cultivator’s pupils trembled violently.

Had he been led step by step into the dense cluster of formations while chasing this little ghost?

When did he lay down the formations?

How is this possible?!

A strong death omen enveloped his entire body.

The old demon cultivator’s face twisted, and he struggled with all his might to escape the formations.

But it was already too late.

The golden lock entangled him, and the earth fire exploded.

The golden light and firelight spread directly.

Mo Hua, with steps as light as a dragonfly touching the water, drifted backward step by step, while simultaneously activating the formations in rings.

Each step he retreated, a ring of formations exploded, enclosing the old demon cultivator layer by layer until he was completely engulfed.

The earth fire and earth-slaying twofold spiritual power waves continuously interwove and tore through.

The firelight and earthlight flickered and interchanged.

Finally, as the fluctuations of the formation dissipated, the old demon cultivator had been shredded by the formations, leaving only a puddle of blood and flesh.

Inside the Chamber of Evil Instruments, it suddenly became quiet.

Only the eerie furnace fire was still hissing and burning.

Ouyang Mu let out a long breath, looking toward the center of the explosion site of the formation, at the now blood and flesh old demon cultivator. Thinking that he was once a Sword-Casting Master of the Ouyang Family of the Tai’a Sect, his emotions were somewhat complex.

Then he turned his head and said, “Brother Mo…”

But before he could finish, Mo Hua shook his head.

Ouyang Mu was taken aback, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s not over yet…”

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly narrowed.

Ouyang Mu’s heart trembled, and he immediately looked at the blood and flesh of the old demon cultivator, seeing an unfamiliar time when a sliver of gold-red blood light appeared.

It was a sword.

Exactly the sword bone the old demon cultivator previously forged from his own “spine bone.”

Indeed, it was the life-bound evil sword he meticulously prepared for his own Golden Core advancement.

At this moment, the sinister bone sword glowed with golden light, as blood flowed like molten lava, gradually evaporating the old monster cultivator’s remaining fleshly body.

Ouyang Mu’s face turned pale.

This old monster cultivator, at the moment of his death, sacrificed his life and flesh to activate the evil sword!

Th𝘪𝕤 𝙘h𝙖p𝑡ꬲr 𝐢ѕ pɵ𝘴𝖙𝗲Ԁ b𝘺 𝐾𝗶𝙩𝘦𝑛𝐨ⱽ𝗲𝓁

The flesh evaporated by the sword’s evil fire emitted a thin blood mist and a nauseating human stench.

The evil sword’s blood mist instantly enveloped the entire chamber.

Ouyang Mu suddenly felt dizzy and confused, as if in a dream, unable to distinguish reality, with his divine soul almost leaving his body.

Unsure of what to do, he heard a voice from afar:

“Black cloth, wrap it around your forehead!”

Brother Mo!

Ouyang Mu, shocked, immediately did as instructed, wrapping the black cloth Mo Hua had given him around his head.

Once the black cloth was wrapped, it seemed to cut off everything.

His head no longer ached, he was no longer dizzy, and the dreamlike feeling vanished.

“Stay where you are, don’t move,” Mo Hua said again.

“Okay.”

Ouyang Mu nodded and obediently sat in meditation on the spot, following Mo Hua’s instructions.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mo Hua let the dreamlike feeling take over, listening to the murmurs in his ears, until he felt his divine sense being drawn away.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a blood pool.

In the center of the blood pool, there was a sinister bone sword.

And the surroundings were sealed by formation patterns.

This formation pattern was the very divine formation pattern the old monster cultivator had drawn on the sword bone.

The blood pool was eerily quiet.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, puzzled, when suddenly a shocking change occurred.

A bloody, sinister aura of divine thought surged from all around, infusing the bone sword.

The bone sword appeared as if it were infused with a “soul” or merged with “flesh,” as it exuded fresh blood, grew white bones, sprouted white flesh, expanding and growing… finally transforming into a “White Bone Centipede Sword Demon” with two hands and six claws, sinister and cold.

Its visage and aura were vaguely recognizable.

It was the old monster cultivator.

After transforming into the complete form of the White Bone Sword Demon, the old monster cultivator couldn’t help but let out a low, frightening, sinister laugh.

“Finally…”

“I’ve become it!”

“If I can’t form the Golden Core, I’ll continue to live on in the form of the demon wraith ’Sword Demon’…”

Then its deeply black, sinister eyes turned coldly towards Mo Hua.

Moments later, it suddenly frowned:

“Why have you become smaller?”

The divine thought form of Mo Hua was still in the little kid form before his Foundation Establishment.

Mo Hua’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of coldness.

“No matter,” said the old monster cultivator, now transformed into the towering and sinister form of the White Bone Sword Demon, indifferent, with a sinister laugh:

“Smaller means fresher, just the right appetizer…”

Its expression suddenly turned fierce, and an arm transformed into a bone sword, slashing a ghastly white light towards Mo Hua.

It was now a demon wraith, a sword demon!

Within its own natal bone sword, nourished by the blood pool, it felt its evil thought power was stronger than ever.

Anyone, any evil spirit, any demon monster, it feared none.

It intended to chop this little kid to pieces and devour him piece by piece as a gift for its transformation into a demon!

The sword of white bone fell ominously.

Then, in just an instant, it halted…

The sinister smile on the White Bone Sword Demon’s face froze.

It witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The bone sword was caught by Mo Hua with bare hands.

With a face as white and tender as a child’s, Mo Hua, appearing extremely small compared to the massive body of the White Bone Sword Demon, extended a small hand, effortlessly gripping the seemingly sharp and sinister bone sword.

Not a single scratch appeared on his fair little hand.

The White Bone Sword Demon moved the bone sword a few times, realizing the sword was firmly gripped by Mo Hua, no matter how much power it exerted, it couldn’t budge a bit.

It suddenly realized something was quite off…

Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, “You want to eat me?”

The White Bone Sword Demon remained silent.

Mo Hua gently squeezed, and with a crunching sound.

The bone sword was crushed to pieces with bare hands.

The White Bone Sword Demon froze, gasping in shock, its face turning whiter than the bones.