Chapter 1294

The stone walls turned into rotten flesh, the black-red array patterns were as rough as blood vessels, deeply rooted in the earth and stone, and as they trembled, the laws circulated, hungrily sucking the vitality of the earth, and at the same time turning this "hunger" into the power of famine, inputting it into the land of the Wilderness.

Every array pattern contained intense laws.

Every array pivot distorted the inherent formation framework.

Every single array was an absolute array that exceeded the formation grade...

Mo Hua walked in the Witch-Eagle Forbidden Land, walked in the Famine Great Array, his heart and mind immersed in it, his heart filled with shock.

This was a famine absolute dao "Great Array" composed entirely of absolute arrays containing Taotie power.

Moreover, it almost eliminated all fixed formation forms.

Traditional formation arts use earth, stone, gold, and iron as media, spiritual liquid and beast blood as ink, fixed strokes as patterns, and established structures as pivots, using spirit stones to gather spirit as eyes.

These are objective "dead object" formations.

The absolute dao array in front of him was more like a "living creature," with strange conception and marvelous creation.

It was like...

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

"Using the array eye as the heart, the array pivot as the skeleton, the array pattern as the meridians, the array ink as blood, the array medium as flesh... and the formation creature composed of..."

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Some fragmented formation memories from the past floated in his mind again, automatically piecing together.

The Great Desolation Blood Sacrifice Great Array constructed by Mr. Tu used the "heart" of an ancient demon beast as the array eye and the bones of an ancient demon beast as the array pivot.

The Blood Sacrifice Great Array also used blood as ink and corrupted the array medium into flesh.

And the Twelve Meridians Taotie Spirit Skeleton Array that he refined into his own life array also used his own bones as the array medium and meridians as the array pivot.

His own flesh and blood had also, to a certain extent, merged with the Taotie Spirit Skeleton Array.

And...

That Great Witch-Blesser.

If his guess was correct, the Four Symbols Holy Beasts of the Great Desolation were "synthetic beasts" artificially created by the Great Witch-Blesser using some kind of formation.

This was also a kind of "life formation."

Connecting all of this together, Mo Hua was suddenly shocked.

The Taotie Famine Great Array, which looked like a "living thing," indeed completely exceeded his understanding of formation arts at first glance.

But after careful analysis and deep thinking, one could find that many details of the principles in this famine array were actually things he had seen before, and he had even personally participated in the construction of similar formations.

It was just that he was ignorant at the time and didn't really understand them.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

"Sure enough, a formation master still needs to see and learn more..."

No experience in formation arts is wasted.

Any understanding of formation arts is crucial.

Even if he didn't understand it at the time, as long as he continued to learn, one day, all the details would be pieced together again.

Even if he understood it at the time and forgot it later, it didn't matter.

As long as he continued to seek the dao and continue on the path of formation arts, one day, those forgotten insights would reappear in his mind and merge together, melting into the final Great Dao.

Mo Hua's heart was clear, and when he looked at the famine array in front of him again, the fear of this strange monster-like array that seemed profound and obscure faded slightly.

There is no need to fear any formation that seems profound and obscure.

Formation arts are formation arts; as long as you calm down, are willing to spend effort, and learn, think, and practice more, you will learn them sooner or later.

Of course, this set of strange Great Array was still too high-end.

Although he had some ideas, Mo Hua also knew that with his current formation attainments, it was almost impossible to truly understand this set of famine Great Array composed entirely of absolute arrays in a short time.

Even, he, this "habitual offender," didn't know where to start if he wanted to "blow up" this array.

If it really blew up, whether it would destroy the entire Wilderness along with it, Mo Hua didn't know.

Therefore, he could only try his best not to touch it.

At the same time, he urged his divine sense to do his best to record the various structures, patterns, and the various formation images of the array medium corruption and the array patterns crisscrossing like blood vessels in his mind.

This was also an extremely precious "experience."

If one day in the future his formation attainments were deep enough, and he recalled these details at this time, perhaps he would have unexpected insights.

After all, this was the handiwork of Senior Martial Uncle.

Being able to see Senior Martial Uncle's formation handiwork from inside the absolute dao array was itself an extremely rare thing.

Mo Hua no longer distracted himself, but walked forward while concentrating, imprinting every formation detail in front of him — whether it was the brushwork, the ink, the structure, the blood vessels, the dead objects, or the living things — regardless of whether they were useful or whether they were related to formation arts, all of them were imprinted in his sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua was immersed in it, not knowing how far he had walked or how much he had recorded.

When Mo Hua came back to his senses, he was immediately shocked into a cold sweat, suddenly realizing:

"What am I doing?"

This was Senior Martial Uncle's territory.

I was in Senior Martial Uncle's territory, stealing Senior Martial Uncle's formation arts?

This wasn't in Tongxian City, nor in Nanyue City, nor in Lizhou City, but in the Great Desolation, which was Senior Martial Uncle's home field.

How could he be addicted to formation arts, forget himself for a moment, and ignore the surrounding environment?

Mo Hua forced himself to calm down, couldn't help but look around, and frowned.

Since he entered this famine Great Array, he hadn't encountered a single person, not even a single evil spirit.

It was as if in this famine Great Array, except for the array being alive, everything else was empty.

Where was Senior Martial Uncle?

Even if he wasn't here, he should have left some means.

Otherwise, how was this famine absolute dao Great Array built?

And... where was Mr. Tu?

Where was he?

In the Great Desolation Blood Sacrifice Great Array back then, Mr. Tu should have died; if he didn't die, in what state would he exist?

Mo Hua's deep gaze looked toward the most strange depths of the array.

He was a little hesitant about whether to continue walking inside.

If he walked in, could he really come back?

But now that things had reached this point, there seemed to be no way back, and worrying about these things now had no meaning.

Mo Hua also really wanted to see what the most core array eye of the entire array in the deepest part of the famine Great Array was.

He also had to find Mr. Tu...

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then continued to walk toward the depths of the array, and at the same time, he had expectations in his heart.

Next, there might be a fierce battle...

Whether it was Senior Martial Uncle or Mr. Tu, neither was easy to provoke.

Walking forward for I don't know how long, the surrounding scene remained unchanged, still flesh-and-blood stone walls and Taotie array patterns like blood vessels.

It was just that the flesh-and-blood stone walls were significantly more viscous.

The blood vessels were also thicker, and the pulsation was more powerful.

The Taotie aura was also as thick as fog.

Walking inside, it felt like walking in the mouth of an abyss giant, and it seemed that he would be "swallowed" at any moment.

But Mo Hua, walking inside, felt "like a fish in water," and even faintly had the illusion of walking in his own "home."

This feeling was very strange.

Mo Hua thought about it and realized that this was likely related to the Twelve Meridians Taotie Spirit Skeleton Array engraved in his own body.

The laws between Taoties were of the same origin, so he was regarded as a "kind" by this Taotie Great Array, like a "young Taotie," which was why he wasn't attacked by the famine Great Array, or even cruelly swallowed.

If it were someone else, or another creature that came in, it was hard to say what the array would do.

Mo Hua felt a trace of luck in his heart, but at the same time, he had an indescribable sense of coincidence, so he frowned slightly.

But his footsteps still didn't stop.

Just like this, walking deeper in the repetitive scene, after another half an hour, Mo Hua finally saw the only special existence in the entire array.

This was a "person" with tentacles.

But rather than a person, it was more like a deformed demon monster.

It wasn't that the monster had tentacles, but that the array patterns of the Great Array were like tentacles, implanted into its limbs and meridians, rooted in its body.

It looked like...

Mo Hua's gaze trembled.

It was like when he drew the Twelve Meridians Spirit Skeleton Array, using shackles and needles to connect to his own meridians and bones.

He used needles to connect to his meridians to draw his own life Taotie array.

And this demon monster, being connected to meridians by tentacles, was also to... draw the Taotie Famine Great Array.

Moreover, Mo Hua recognized the appearance of this demon monster.

Back in the Gushan mine, the white demon that blocked the way had this appearance.

"This is the demonized... Mr. Tu?!"

Although he had already had expectations beforehand, seeing the living Mr. Tu with his own eyes again, Mo Hua's heart still couldn't help but feel a huge shock.

"Sure enough... didn't die..."

Moreover, Mr. Tu's state at this time was very strange.

He was alive, his heart was still beating, his blood energy was still flowing along his meridians, but his sea of consciousness seemed to be "locked."

The naked eye might not see the abnormality.

But Mo Hua could clearly perceive that something terrifying seemed to be parasitic in Mr. Tu's sea of consciousness, using Mr. Tu's flesh as a puppet, as a container, to constantly deduce, construct formations, and perfect the Great Array...

Mo Hua was very familiar with this picture.

Because back then, he had also had the same encounter.

His sea of consciousness had also been "parasitized" by some terrifying thing.

This thing was... the Cunning Dao Demon Seed.

Mo Hua took a deep breath.

At this moment, he could fully conclude that the mastermind behind many events starting from the Gan Xue Mountain Realm was actually Senior Martial Uncle.

Senior Martial Uncle's shadow was always there.

In the Shen family mine and the Gushan Divine Hall, there were traces of Senior Martial Uncle.

The collapse of the Blood Sacrifice Great Array and the death of the four Feather Transformation experts including Mr. Tu in the tribulation thunder, dying at his own hands, were also Senior Martial Uncle's tricks.

Mr. Tu had also always been under Senior Martial Uncle's manipulation.

And this Mr. Tu, who believed in the Divine Lord, constructed evil god forces, constructed evil dao Great Arrays, and was profound in formation knowledge, had also always been the target Senior Martial Uncle was looking for.

Senior Martial Uncle wanted someone to "work" for him.

This Mr. Tu was the best candidate.

The current Mr. Tu had truly become a puppet of the Cunning Dao, doing things for Senior Martial Uncle.

In his mind, a Cunning Thought had already been fostered, and he was already a "plaything" in Senior Martial Uncle's palm...

Or in other words, the current Mr. Tu was actually a "clone" of the Cunning Daoist.

A chill rose in Mo Hua's heart.

This was the first time he had faced Senior Martial Uncle directly since Lizhou City.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger; when he was a child, he perhaps wasn't that afraid of Senior Martial Uncle.

But that was because he really knew nothing back then.

But now, the more he studied Heaven's Secret, the more he studied karma, and the more he cultivated divine sense, the more he could perceive Senior Martial Uncle's depth and terror.

The more he could understand the terror of the word "Cunning."

Mo Hua immediately wanted to turn and flee, so as not to provoke Senior Martial Uncle, but when he took a step, he ultimately hesitated.

He turned his head and looked at Mr. Tu, and after examining him for a moment, he discovered the problem.

He was in a "closed" state.

He had no consciousness.

And Senior Martial Uncle's Cunning Thought...

Mo Hua looked around at the Great Array and suddenly realized that Senior Martial Uncle's Cunning Thought was supporting the operation of the Great Array.

Mr. Tu was the container, the Cunning Thought was the leader, and they were cooperating to construct the Famine Great Array.

Although it was dangerous, they were actually in a relatively "stable" state now and hadn't noticed him.

Otherwise, Mr. Tu would have attacked him long ago.

Senior Martial Uncle's Cunning Thought would never let him go either.

In other words, he now had a rare "safe period" to consider what to do next.

"Should I... kill Mr. Tu?"

Mo Hua's gaze was cold.

Mr. Tu "died and came back to life," changed his flesh, and his realm, it seemed, only had third grade left.

He was now parasitized by the Cunning Thought, with no reaction at all; he could engrave some formation arts around his body, set a sundial to start, and then leave, letting the formation collapse.

In this way, even if Mr. Tu didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

With Mr. Tu, this container, damaged, the operation of the entire Great Array would definitely be affected...

Mo Hua was really acting out of habitual thinking; what he thought of first wasn't blowing up the array, but blowing up people.

But he ultimately suppressed this thought.

He didn't know what unexpected changes would happen if he really blew up Mr. Tu.

Moreover, Mr. Tu was now Senior Martial Uncle's "plaything"; if he really blew up Mr. Tu, it would be equivalent to "awakening" Senior Martial Uncle's Cunning Thought.

Mo Hua also hadn't forgotten his main purpose for this trip:

Great Desolation Chu Gou Life Art.

If Lu Gu was right, then this Great Desolation Chu Gou Life Art, which had the power of karmic transfer, was very likely in Mr. Tu's hands at this time.

Mo Hua looked at Mr. Tu, but the demonized Mr. Tu had nothing suspicious on his body except flesh and blood.

"Where... could it be?"

Mo Hua frowned and began to release his divine sense to search around.

But all around were the blood-stone array media and blood-vessel-like array patterns of the Famine Great Array, and there was no other place used to store treasures.

"Could it be... I guessed wrong?" Mo Hua's gaze sank, "The Great Desolation Chu Gou Life Art is not in Mr. Tu's hands, and... Mr. Tu is now Senior Martial Uncle's 'puppet'; what is he doing looking for this Great Desolation Chu Gou Life Art?"

The karma here was extremely complex.

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out for a while, but he still wouldn't give up, so he began to search inch by inch all around.

Suddenly his gaze trembled, and he found a crack on the ground; blood light faintly flickered in the crack, and there seemed to be something inside.

Mo Hua walked to the crack and looked inside through the gap with one eye.

At one look, Mo Hua felt his hair stand on end, and his entire divine nature felt cold and fearful.

Inside the crack was a huge eye.

This eye was huge, bloody, contained tyranny in its pupils, and dense Taotie patterns were engraved in the eye like bloodshot eyes.

Mo Hua looked at this eye, and felt that his divine soul was about to be sucked away.

At the same time, the Twelve Meridians Taotie Spirit Skeleton Array on his body emitted an extremely dazzling blue light, and in this blue light, even blood color seeped out.