Chapter 336 Different Ways
The ancestor of the Qian family suddenly realized it, but he didn't dare to believe it:
"How could it be you? How old are you..."
Mo Hua denied shamelessly: "It's not me."
But his denial was of no avail.
The ancestor of the Qian family looked at the ink painting with very determined eyes, but he did not seem to be angry.
While Mo Hua was nervous, he was also a little confused.
I cheated Heishangzhai and also cheated the ancestor of the Qian family, but there was no trace of hatred in the eyes of the ancestor of the Qian family. How could he have such a good temper?
“Are you wondering why I'm not angry?” asked the ancestor of the Qian family.
Mo Hua nodded.
The ancestor of the Qian family had a penetrating gaze, "If you are an ordinary monk, whether you are a demon hunter, a Dao Tingsi monk, or a family monk, and you ruin my century-long efforts, I will cut you into pieces."
"But you are different." The ancestor of the Qian family looked slightly surprised. "You are only a teenager. The courage and resourcefulness you are able to do are so extraordinary that I didn't expect it."
“More importantly, you are still a formation master, and your formation skills are much higher than even the third master in the foundation building period..."
"It's just a pity that you are not a descendant of my Qian family..."
There was a hint of regret in the tone of the ancestor of the Qian family.
“So what if I'm a descendant of your Qian family?” Mo Hua asked doubtfully.
The ancestor of the Qian family condensed his eyes: "If you are a descendant of my Qian family, even if you are just a side branch, as long as you have a little bit of Qian family blood, I can make you an elder..."
“Even if you want, I can make you the head of the Qian family despite all objections!”
Mo Hua curled his lips and said, "You should find some reliable words to lie to people."
The ancestor of the Qian family said: "I have the final say on everything in the Qian family. If I let you be the head of the family, then you must be the head of the family!"
"Being the head of the family is not a good thing." Mo Hua pointed to Qian Hong lying on the ground and said:
“This head of the family was killed by you...”
The ancestor of the Qian family was slightly startled, then shook his head and said: "You are different from him!"
The ancestor of the Qian family's eyes darkened slightly, "Hong'er is far inferior in terms of qualifications, temperament, and methods. The only thing of value is his blood. My blood is flowing in him."
“So it just serves as an introduction to your medicine?” Mo Hua said sarcastically.
The ancestor of the Qian family was not angry. He smiled lightly and said, "People should make the best use of their talents and things should be put to their best use."
Don't you even care about your own grandson?
Mo Hua looked at the ancestor of the Qian family with even more contempt.
The ancestor of the Qian family frowned in thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "No, it doesn't matter if you're not a descendant of the Qian family. With your abilities, bloodline doesn't matter anymore."
The ancestor of the Qian family looked at the ink painting and said: "You can take refuge in me and work for me. We will build another Black Mountain stronghold. I will make you the great elder of Black Mountain stronghold!"
"If I don't show up, you will be the leader of the Black Village with tens of millions of people. Those evil cultivators will all obey your orders, and you will be the only one who obeys!"
Mo Hua opened his mouth but could not speak.
This ancestor of the Qian family really dares to think...
“Black Mountain Village is gone.” Mo Hua reminded him.
“The Black Mountain Village in Dahei Mountain has disappeared.” The ancestor of the Qian family gradually sharpened his eyes, “But in this world, there is not only one Dahei Mountain, but also one Black Mountain Village.”
“Anywhere, there may be Daheishan, and as long as there are people, there may be Heishan Village.”
“What are the names? They are just some bluffing names.”
Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.
This ancestor of the Qian family has greater ambitions than he thought, and his plans are really far-reaching. He doesn't care about temporary gains and losses, and he can put aside temporary grudges.
If he really succeeds, he will definitely be a demonic hero in the future.
Mo Hua was too lazy to make excuses with him and said decisively: "I can't be with you!"
“Why?”
Mo Hua thought for a moment and found a cool way to say it:
"Different road non-phase plan!"
The ancestor of the Qian family sneered slightly, "You are young, do you know what Tao is?"
"No matter what the Tao is, it is different from your Tao anyway." Mo Hua said.
The Qian family ancestor's expression gradually faded and he said coldly:
"When you grow up, leave Tongxian City, see the suffering in the world, see the chaos of the world, and taste the despair of cultivating, you will understand that what I said is right..."
"You have to wait until I see it." Mo Hua didn't believe the deceit of the Qian family ancestor at all, "How can you know everything if you haven't seen it with your own eyes?"
The ancestor of the Qian family knew that he could not convince Mo Hua, so he took a step back.
“You can think about these things later, but now, you can help me do things first. I will try my best to give you whatever you want.”
The ancestor of the Qian family said sincerely.
The Third Master was imprisoned in Dao Prison and he needed an array master.
Compared with ink painting, the third master's formation attainments are much lower.
If Mo Hua can help him, he doesn't care at all whether the third master is dead or alive.
“What if I don't want to?” Mo Hua said coldly.
“It's not up to you.” The ancestor of the Qian family said calmly. Mo Hua's eyes narrowed, "You want to kill me?"
"I won't kill you," said the ancestor of the Qian family, "but you should have parents and friends."
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "How dare you!"
The ancestor of the Qian family didn't want to make Mo Hua angry. He didn't want Mo Hua to be resentful. He wanted Mo Hua to be willing to help him, so he said softly:
"As long as you help me, I won't embarrass them."
Mo Hua sneered in his heart.
The ancestor of the Qian family said: "You don't believe it?"
Mo Hua glanced at him with disgust, "What do you think?"
He even killed his own flesh and blood relatives, which shows his ruthlessness. Everything he said was just fart, and he couldn't believe a word he said.
Even if he helped the ancestor of the Qian family, he was just the second third in charge.
Use it when it is useful, throw it away when it is not.
The ancestor of the Qian family saw that there was no more oil and salt for ink and painting, and he also lost interest in persuasion.
Anyway, when he reaches a breakthrough in cultivation, Mo Hua's parents threaten him, and he doesn't believe that Mo Hua will not listen to him.
With the help of the ink painting formation, given time, it will not be difficult to build a black mountain stronghold.
Just spend more time.
Time will corrode people's minds. Mo Hua is young and his Taoist heart cannot be very firm.
There are great desires in the human heart.
As long as he thinks of some way to lure Mo Hua into the evil path, even if he only takes one step, he will never look back.
At that time, ink painting can only be used by him willingly.
He can still build the Black Mountain Stronghold, support evil cultivators, and use formations to hide and hide.
It's just that this time, with the blessing of the ink painting formation, Black Mountain Stronghold will be even more powerful and will never be discovered.
After all, it is impossible for another young monk to be like Mo Hua, who is not only good at hiding, but also good at formations, and also brave and resourceful, who dares to sneak into the black mountain stronghold and eavesdrop on the secrets in the darkness.
Mo Hua also understood the thoughts of the ancestor of the Qian family and said displeasedly:
“If you do many unjust things, you will be punished. Be careful of retribution.”
The ancestor of the Qian family only thought that ink painting was childish and sneered:
“If there is really retribution in this world, then I should have received retribution long ago, and I would not be alive until now.”
Mo Hua wanted to say something else, but saw the ancestor of the Qian family smile faintly:
“Are you still thinking about delaying time?”
Mo Hua said confidently: "Aren't I always delaying time?"
The ancestor of the Qian family looked at the ink paintings with even more admiration, and at the same time there was something intriguing, "Guess whether I am refining the medicine right now."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, his consciousness was released, and his heart was shocked.
The aura of the ancestor of the Qian family is gradually getting stronger!
The ancestor of the Qian family said calmly:
"I know you rang the bell to call someone, but this lair is complicated. When they arrive, I will refine the medicine and break through to the late stage of foundation building. I will be able to kill them all and avenge the last siege with one arrow. hatred."
Mo Hua was shocked. It turned out that everything was planned by the ancestor of the Qian family.
He has been refining the power of the Longevity Huayuan Pill in his body. Talking to himself is just playing with him!
Mo Hua felt cold in his heart and suddenly panicked.
He forced himself to calm down and think about if there was anything else he could do.
But his thoughts were messy, and for a while, he couldn't think of any ideas at all.
When he was at his wits end, Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then looked frightened. He looked behind the ancestor of the Qian family, as if he had seen a terrifying scene.
The ancestor of the Qian family thought Mo Hua was acting to deceive him and didn't care.
Kemo Hua really saw a terrifying scene!
He saw that the dead pig stood up silently!
It is already dead, its eyes are white, so there is no breath around it.
The ancestor of the Qian family couldn't notice it at all.
The pig walked quietly and quietly behind the ancestor of the Qian family with a dead breath.
The ancestor of the Qian family still didn't notice it, but he realized something was wrong because the expression in the ink painting was frightened and didn't look like a fake.
The ancestor of the Qian family thought about turning around and taking a look, but it was too late.
The pig demon with white eyes opened its **** mouth and bit off the right side of the ancestor of the Qian family with just one bite.
The ancestor of the Qian family had a shocked expression on his face, and he had no idea what happened.
When he struggled and turned his head, he saw the dead pig looking at him indifferently with pale and empty eyes.
"how come…"
The ancestor of the Qian family murmured.
The pig demon chewed half of the ancestor of the Qian family whole and swallowed it directly into his belly.
Before the ancestor of the Qian family could say anything else, his **** mouth opened again.
With this second bite, the scheming ancestor of the Qian family was swallowed whole!
Those who feed people to pigs end up feeding pigs.
(End of this chapter)
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