Asking about longevity

Mo Hua secretly dug a corner and entered the Black Mountain Village without anyone noticing.

As soon as he entered the village, the bloody and pungent smell hit his face.

It's the smell of old rot and recent blood.

There was a coldness that penetrated into the bones all around.

Mo Hua couldn't help but shudder, and then he looked around and opened his mouth.

What a big cottage!

Surrounded by mountains on both sides, Black Village is located in the middle.

The gable wall that Mo Hua just excavated is only a small part of the entire high wall. There are more towering walls as far as the eye can see.

In addition to the high walls, the surrounding mountains have also become a natural barrier for Black Village.

The entire Black Mountain Village was entrenched under the night, like an indestructible barrier and a huge man-eating monster.

Mo Hua was shocked, and then felt scared again.

This is probably Tongxian City, no, maybe it is the largest sin cultivator force in the entire Black Mountain State.

If you don't inquire in advance and call people over rashly, once there is a fight, there may be heavy casualties.

After that, Mo Hua began to carefully consider the layout of Heishan Village.

The entire Black Mountain Village is very large, with many buildings and numerous houses. At a rough look, there are hundreds of them, densely arranged among the surrounding valleys.

The overall atmosphere is eerie and sinister.

Under the dim firelight, mottled blood stains could be seen almost everywhere on the road, walls, and pillars.

In some corners, the limbs and remains of unknown monks were also discarded.

Some of the houses were occupied by sinful cultivators, while others were used to imprison other cultivators, who were most likely robbed.

These innocent monks were imprisoned in iron cages. They were so skinny and skinny that they looked like neither humans nor ghosts.

Mo Hua frowned.

"What are these criminal cultivators doing keeping the monks here? Don't they usually kill them all?"

A criminal cultivator like Bald Tuo can kill people like crazy. This black village is obviously more evil, and the criminal cultivators inside are probably even worse. How could these monks be spared their lives?

Mo Hua was a little confused and looked around for a while.

After a while, a sin cultivator with a ferocious look came over. He picked up a cultivator who looked a little better and cut his wrist with a knife to bleed.

The monk's face was in pain, but he couldn't struggle. His blood dripped into the bowl, filling up a large bowl.

The sin cultivator picked up the bowl and drank the blood in one gulp, and immediately his energy and blood surged.

He couldn't help but lick his mouth, but he still had some unfinished thoughts.

After a while, another sin cultivator came.

The sin cultivator stretched out his big hand and pressed it on the forehead of a young monk. The young monk instantly screamed in misery.

Mo Hua peered with his spiritual consciousness and could see that the young monk's spiritual power flowed backwards from the Dantian, passed through the meridians, converged on the top of the head, and finally flowed into Zuixiu's body along the palm of Zuixiu's hand.

Retrograde spiritual power is accompanied by great pain.

Therefore, the young monk's voice was so shrill that it didn't sound like a human voice.

The sin cultivator was upset after hearing this. He continued to absorb spiritual power with his right hand, while his left hand strangled the young monk's neck to prevent him from speaking.

After he finished absorbing the spiritual power, the young monk slowly collapsed to the ground, making no sound. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

After that, there were also guilty cultivators one after another, and they did similar things, either sucking blood, sucking spiritual power, or even more terrifying methods.

The ink painting is like falling into an ice cellar.

Only then did he realize that this Black Village was not the home of evil cultivators at all, but the home of a group of evil cultivators!

Such a big black village is actually full of evil cultivators, hundreds of evil cultivators!

Mo Hua couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Sin cultivators kill people and buy goods for money.

However, evil cultivators use people to practice qigong and never treat them as human beings at all.

These innocent monks locked up in iron prisons don't look like humans, but more like...fed animals!

Mo Hua was shocked and angry. After thinking about it for a moment, he could only sigh helplessly.

I can't save these monks.

Not to mention saved, it's good that he can protect himself now.

If Black Mountain Village was the home of evil cultivators, it would be much more dangerous than before.

"How about sneaking back before they notice me?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and shook his head.

It was a bit of a fluke that I was able to sneak in this time. I may not have such good luck next time.

Moreover, although evil cultivators are dangerous, even if they are evil cultivators, as long as they are still practicing Qi and their spiritual consciousness is not as strong as Mo Hua's, they will not be able to see through Mo Hua's concealment technique.

As long as the concealment technique is not discovered, then you are safe.

The evil cultivators have vicious methods.

But Mo Hua didn't intend to fight them head-on. No matter how weird and ruthless their methods were, it was meaningless.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

At present, it seems that the evil cultivators in Heishan Village are so powerful that they have seriously threatened the safety of all demon hunters and even the entire Tongxian City.

If they were allowed to develop for another two to three hundred years and grow further, there would probably be thousands of evil cultivators.

By then, the entire casual cultivators in Tongxian City will probably be livestock raised by them.

There were waves of chills in Mo Hua's heart.

While they don't know that they know the stealth technique and have sneaked in secretly, it's best to find out the background of these evil cultivators.

Then go out and call for people, make a careful plan, and kill them all at once, otherwise there will be endless disasters.

Mo Hua had made up his mind and began to think about what to do.

"First and most important, we need to make sure there are no evil cultivators in the foundation-building stage inside!"

Only evil cultivators in the foundation-building stage can see through their own concealment skills.

In other words, as long as you don't encounter foundation-building evil cultivators, even in this black village where evil cultivators are everywhere, the risk will not be too great.

Where should the foundation-building evil cultivator be?

Mo Hua thought for a while, and then used his understanding of the battle strategy to start deducing the pattern of Heishanzhai.

The An family's formation pattern was seen through by Mo Hua.

The weapon refining shop and alchemy shop in the south of the city were designed by Mo Hua himself and built based on the formation.

So ink painting is pretty good at this kind of thing.

After calculating for a while, Mo Hua had a rough idea.

Heishan Village is divided into front village and rear village.

The front village was in front, and Mo Hua took a look around invisibly. Basically, they were all evil cultivators in the Qi refining stage. Although most of their cultivations were at the eighth or ninth level of Qi refining, they had not established a foundation.

The formations used in Qianzhai are relatively simple, mainly single formations of the first level, and many formations are even less than the first level.

Some basic buildings such as dining buildings, prisons, and bedrooms are all in the front village.

Relatively speaking, the formation of Houzhai is much more complicated.

It is mainly composed of first-grade civil engineering formations, and the mixed formations are all first-grade single formations, and there is a separate wall across them, which is obviously much more important than the former stronghold.

Mo Hua still solved a small part of the formation and sneaked into the back village.

With the help of the concealment technique and the passing water step, the ink painting shuttled between the roof and the beams, while looking around.

Compared with the front village, the rear village is relatively quiet and more solemn.

The smell of blood is not that strong, but it is also more oppressive.

The houses are larger and more elaborate.

It's just that this exquisiteness has a somewhat sinister air.

Mo Hua was walking when he suddenly heard someone's voice and immediately found a place to lie down on a beam.

The two people in the room seemed to be talking, but they didn't seem to have a deep friendship and their words were quite cold.

Mo Hua glanced down secretly.

Only the table below and the meat and wine on the table were seen.

Mo Hua guessed that their identities must be unusual because they had the best food to go with the wine.

Food is better than all the evil cultivators outside.

Seeing that they didn't notice him, Mo Hua thought he was a Qi Refining monk, so he tilted his head and glanced down at the two of them.

Among the two, one of them was a middle-aged monk with a stern expression.

The other man was a strong man with big shoulders and a round waist. His eyes were reddish and bloodshot.

Mo Hua only glanced at him, his eyes just touching the strong man like a dragonfly.

The strong man suddenly opened his eyes, the bloodshot eyes became darker, and his whole body became violent, and he said: "Who is it?"