Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 676: Chapter 552 Planting Demon in Taoist Heart_2

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Some had fought Gui Tao’s people and came into contact with their deathly pale, slightly decomposing flesh, which caused their Taoist Heart to collapse, turning them into puppets.

Therefore, one must not look, listen, smell, touch, or even think.

Otherwise, it would create a medium for planting the devil, and unconsciously, the Sea of Consciousness would be impregnated with the embryo of Demon Thought, becoming the soil for its proliferation, thus dying under the “Planting devil in the Taoist Heart”…

And those cultivators who died under the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart each met different fates.

For cultivators with low realms, just one glance could taint their Taoist Heart, leading them to slaughter each other.

The insignificant demon cultivators along the way were all killed by Uncle this way;

Those of higher realms would have the Demon Thought parasitize through close contact.

Like those more than twenty Golden Cores that were killed earlier,

they were impregnated with Demon Thought, desiring to become “Taoists,” and died slaughtering each other;

For even higher realms, like the old man beside the Saint Heir, who manifested a bell, wore a blood robe, and held a black demon sword, his nature was firm, and his cultivation was high, making him not easy to deal with.

Uncle had no choice but to speak.

With words, he disturbed his mind, broke his defenses, destroyed his Taoist Heart, and unleashed his demonic desires.

Unable to bear it, the old man brought about his own demise…

But what if there are those with even higher cultivation?

With the Demon Thought Uncle now harbors, is there really nothing he can do?

Mo Hua thought about it but couldn’t understand.

The blood-robed old man in the Late Jindan Stage was the highest realm cultivator Mo Hua had seen die under the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart.

He had not yet seen Uncle take action against cultivators of higher realms.

With no reference, he could not analyze further.

However, this was too far removed from him, so Mo Hua didn’t dwell on it.

The pressing matter was to start from the basics and examples, and analyze the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart little by little.

Having seen much, Mo Hua gradually became more acquainted with the methods of using the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart.

Although its outward appearance was complicated and unpredictable,

its essence was still the manipulation of Divine Sense.

Mo Hua experienced a moment of clarity but still felt vaguely that he had not crossed that threshold, not having fully grasped the concept of Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart.

He needed to observe more, learn more, think more…

Every time Gui Tao’s people killed someone with the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart, Mo Hua’s understanding of it deepened.

Initially, Gui Tao’s people were completely unaware.

Only later, after using the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart to kill a few demon cultivators and noticing Mo Hua’s unusual silence, did they turn around to find Mo Hua, with his wide eyes staring intently at them.

Seemingly taking notes, calculating, learning, and summarizing something…

At first thoughtful, then gradually enlightened, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter…

Gui Tao’s pitch-black pupils trembled, thoroughly shocked.

What on earth was this little creature stealthily learning??!

Stealth learning the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart?

Where on earth did his junior find such a crazily vicious little disciple?!

The expression on Gui Tao’s wooden face changed, but eventually, it calmed down again.

He said nothing, but from then on, he became much more restrained in his actions.

No longer killing recklessly.

The Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart was also used very sparingly.

Even when used, only the simplest and most rudimentary methods were employed.

Mo Hua noticed this and tentatively asked,

“Uncle, these demon cultivators are after the Master, aren’t you going to kill them?”

But Gui Tao’s people were indifferent, completely ignoring him.

Mo Hua sighed, understanding that Gui Tao’s people were guarding against him.

Hiding it away, not letting him see!

Mo Hua felt a little put out and grumbled to himself, “Uncle is really stingy…”

How could they not let him see?

He hadn’t fully understood yet…

But there was nothing Mo Hua could do.

“If they won’t let me see, then they won’t…”

He could only commit to memory the scenes of the Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart he had witnessed, and when he had nothing else to do, he would turn them over and over in his mind, meticulously speculating, trying to discern some Divine Sense manipulation spell points from the “Reaching the Pinnacle” methods of their Uncle, learning just the rudiments…

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The two were still on the road to Li Mountain City.

A few days later, one evening.

Mo Hua followed Gui Tao’s people to an old temple.

No one knew whom this temple was dedicated to; it was long neglected and in ruins, with broken doors and windows.

And for some reason, Gui Tao’s people were insistent on staying in this dilapidated temple for the night.

As the evening approached, the moonlight was cool and clear.

When the mountain breeze passed, it carried a chilling coolness.

Mo Hua drew a Warm Fire Formation on the ground to bake a fire for warmth and also to roast wild sweet potatoes, wild yams, and a few fish he had caught along the way on it.

While roasting, he heard several footsteps.

Apparently, a few people were approaching the temple.

At the same time, there were some indistinct voices:

“… might as well go back…”

“… are you willing?”

“No choice…”

“Near Dali Mountain, the situation is chaotic. It’s no longer a place we can stay, and besides, Young Master Yun can’t afford any mishaps…”

Young Master Yun?

Mo Hua was startled.

The voices of those people got closer.

Mo Hua recognized them somewhat, one elderly, one middle-aged, and one youthful.

It seemed to be the same three people he had encountered in South Yue City, accompanying Young Master Yun.

“Senior, you don’t have to worry about me, I…”

“What are you talking about? Your father entrusted you to my care. How will I explain to him if you lose your life…”

“In my opinion, if we act cautiously, we might still have an opportunity…”

That was the middle-aged cultivator’s voice.

“Can’t you just calculate our way out of danger?”

“If I wasn’t capable of calculation, I wouldn’t want to stay here.”

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