Asking about longevity

Originally, everything was in its plan.

The Shen family, Shen Tu Ao, and the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Formation were all in its calculations. In the end, all of them would die in their dreams and become the "food" for the embryo of the God Lord.

No waste at all.

Everything was in its calculations.

But why?

After all the calculations, the God Lord was actually lost?

"Mr. Tu" was terrified, trembling all over, staring at Mo Hua, and said sternly:

"Tell me! What happened?"

What could Mo Hua say.

Your God Lord was killed by me again?

The remaining divine essence will soon be my food?

If he really dared to say that, Mr. Tu would definitely eat him alive, tear him into pieces, and even chew his bones.

Mo Hua was nervous and scared, and said blankly: "I don't know what you are talking about--what is your Lord?"

Seeing Mo Hua's blank face, "Mr. Tu" frowned and his mind turned rapidly.

This kid is only at the foundation building stage, his realm is too low, and his cultivation is still shallow. He may not know the inside story of the dream————

But what happened and what did I miss?

Mr. Tu's forehead jumped and his heart was cold.

Could it be.——Xun Ziyou!

The sword cultivator elder of Taixu Sect!

"I am calculating Taixu Sect, and Taixu Sect is also calculating me?"

"They used the same trick to send a sword cultivator elder to Gushan and to the depths of this temple, and then I personally sent him to the dream demon."

"Their original goal was the God Lord's fetus?"

"And the sword cultivator elder of Taixu Sect—could he be cultivating——.Taixu Divine Mind Sword True Art?!"

Mr. Tu looked horrified, his pale body twisted slightly, and his bones were trembling, "I personally sent this god-slaying 'sword' of Taixu Sect to the God Lord?"

"It was me who let the wolf into the house?!"

The mark of divine punishment was aching again.

The scene of the purgatory punishment was vivid.

Mr. Tu was horrified, and then said: "No, it's impossible-"

"That sword elder is only at the late stage of the golden elixir realm, how could he learn to transform his mind into a sword--."

"Even if he learned it, with his realm, how could he hurt the Lord of God?"

"No, no--"

Mr. Tu was confused for a moment. He looked around and soon found Xun Ziyou lying on the ground, who had not yet woken up. A trace of murderous intent passed through his eyes.

No matter what, cut the grass and root it out first.

Destroy his body, no matter how strong his soul is, whether he cultivates the mind into a sword or not, he will die in the end.

Mr. Tu walked towards Xun Ziyou step by step,

"He wants to kill Elder Xun!"

Mo Hua saw Mr. Tu's intention and immediately felt anxious.

But he had just established his foundation, and his frontal strength was no match for Mr. Tu's pale white demon.

The battle with the evil fetus was extremely difficult, and it also consumed his mind. He also had no way to use the Shocking Eye Technique to interfere with Mr. Tu.

At this moment, a figure suddenly woke up in the hall and slowly stood up.

Mo Hua turned around and was shocked.

Shen Shouxing!

He didn't die?

He was also taken into the evil god's dream?

Now that the dream demon is broken, his consciousness has also awakened?

"But-why didn't I see him in the dream demon---

Mo Hua was full of doubts for a while,

but now the situation is urgent, and there is no time to think so much.

Seeing that the pale white demon controlled by Mr. Tu's evil thoughts, holding the bloody sacrificial knife, walked towards Elder Xun step by step, Mo Hua had a flash of inspiration, and quickly pointed at Mr. Tu, with a shocked face:

"It's you! You killed Shen Qingsheng! "

Mr. Tu was pleased.

Shen Shouxing, who was still somewhat unconscious, suddenly had red eyes and slowly looked at "Mr. Tu".

"Mr. Tu" looked like a deformed, pale-skinned demon, holding human skin in one hand and a sacrificial knife in the other, his hands full of blood.

He looked like a "murderer".

Shen Shouxing was aroused by this bloody scene, his heart trembled for a moment, his voice was hoarse, "You--killed Qing'er?"

"You--killed, my only son?"

Shen Shouxing's eyes were full of bloodshot.

Mr. Tu was silent and did not refute.

In a sense, Shen Qingsheng did die in his hands.

He opened the dream and sent all the divine thoughts of everyone to the evil fetus. If Shen Qingsheng died in the dream, then he was indeed a "murderer".

Of course, he didn't know that Shen Qingsheng was actually raised as a pig by Mo Hua, and then put in the sky as a kite to feed those wronged souls and evil spirits.

But his silence was equivalent to acquiescence.

Shen Shouxing was struck by lightning, and then hatred spread like a fire, igniting the anger in his heart.

Shen Shouxing drew his sword with his left arm, his eyes were fierce, and he rushed towards Mr. Tu, the sword light was fierce.

"I want you to pay for my son's life!

Shen Shouxing was furious, and he spared no effort in this sword.

Mr. Tu did not dare to slack off, and had to abandon Xun Ziyou and fight with Shen Shouxing.

Shen Shouxing's sword moves were fierce, and Mr. Tu's moves were vicious. For a time, the sword energy and blood light strangled, and the figures in the temple were intertwined, and the fight was indistinguishable.

Mo Hua, who successfully diverted the disaster and drove the tiger to devour the wolf, was relieved.

While Mr. Tu and Shen Shouxing were fighting, he sneaked up to Xun Ziyou and whispered:

"Elder Xun, wake up-.."

"Hey.

"Elder Xun, wake up quickly——you must not die."

Xun Ziyou still had no reaction at all.

Mo Hua had no choice but to pinch him and pull his ears, "If you don't wake up, we will all die here————."

Not sure whether it was because he heard that Mo Hua was going to die here or because his ears were pinched and it hurt, Xun Ziyou frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, "Elder Xun, are you awake?"

Elder Xun still felt drowsy and had a splitting headache. He wanted to say something but couldn't open his mouth.

Mo Hua said quickly: "Stop talking and adjust your breath quickly——."

Elder Xun nodded, and then followed Mo Hua's instructions, looking inside the meridians, regulating the spiritual energy, and at the same time suppressing the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Just wake up—·

When Elder Xun woke up, his own safety was guaranteed.

Otherwise, Mr. Tu, who turned into a human demon, might really kill him.

"There are also Master Gu and Fan Diansi, we need to wake them up too——"

Mo Hua looked around and found Master Gu and Fan Jin again. He repeated his old tricks, pulled their ears and shouted for a long time, finally waking them up.

"Little Mr. Mo——

Master Gu's sea of ​​consciousness also felt tingling.

The various dangers of the dream demon still depleted their spiritual consciousness.

"Shh-" Mo Hua signaled them to keep quiet. He turned around and saw that Shen Shouxing and Mr. Tu were still fighting desperately, so he whispered, "Sneak away first. So Xun Ziyou and the others met up, and together with Mo Hua, they quietly left the temple.

Mr. Tu saw this scene. He wanted to keep a few people behind, but Shen Shouxing was too strong and eager for revenge. He wanted to kill him. He had to go all out and couldn't free his hands.

What's more, Xun Ziyou also woke up.

He had missed the best opportunity to destroy corpses and kill people.

If Xun Ziyou really mastered the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, then he would be no match for this unfathomable swordsman of Taixu Sect.

Mr. Tu could only watch Mo Hua and the others leave.

Mo Hua and others also left the temple smoothly.

"Are we just leaving like this?" Xun Ziyou asked.

The ink painting is also a bit messy.

He only copied half of Shentu Ao's Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation before he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a human demon.

This demon is Mr. Tu.

But now, Shen Tu Ao's skin has been peeled off by Mr. Tu who turned into a human demon.

The complete Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation has fallen into the hands of Mr. Tu.

This must have been planned by Mr. Tu a long time ago, and now he finally got what he wanted.

If I want this formation diagram, I have to snatch it back from Mr. Tu.

But he didn't really want to go back and get into this muddy water again.

This Mr. Tu is so weird.

Shen Shouxing also went crazy.

If we continue to struggle with them, no one knows what will happen...

Many people have died in this lonely mountain tomb. If you can get out alive, it is already a victory.

"If you continue to cut off, you will be subject to chaos——"

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

After experiencing what happened in the dream, Xunzi You no longer regarded Mo Hua as a foundation-building disciple.

Especially, in this tricky situation, he believed in Mo Hua's judgment even more.

Xun Ziyou also nodded: "Okay."

Everyone evacuated the hall and returned along the way, passing by the outskirts of the hall.

Outside the main hall, there are rows of golden and extremely gorgeous statues of Huangshan Jun.

Suddenly, Mo Hua suddenly stopped and his heart skipped a beat.

Idol? !

"The one Mr. Huangshan asked me to take with him out of this lonely mountain tomb, the lair of the evil god, couldn't be --- his natal statue, right?!"

Mo Hua couldn't help but frown and think.

The natal idol is the basis of the destiny of the god.

The natal statue of each god is unique and unique.

Once the god's natal statue is damaged, at worst, the god will be extinguished and the path will be destroyed, at worst, the origin will be damaged, and the vitality will be severely damaged -

This kind of thing is extremely important and cannot be told to anyone.

To the gods, if there is something more important than the marrow, it can only be the statue of the natal god!

Why Huangshan Jun didn't explain clearly may be because he was afraid that the secret would be revealed and that other people, or other gods, could detect the cause and effect and steal his roots.

Mo Hua's heart was slightly shaken.

"But where will the tiger's natal statue be hidden?"

Mo Hua raised his head and looked around the temple.

Surrounded by densely packed statues of mountain gods with different postures and makeup.

Some stand, some stand, some sit, some lie down, some wear golden armor, some wear luxuriant robes, some wear civil clothes, some wear a big hat -

"The Huangshan Lord's natal statue is hidden in these statues?"

His original intention of casting so many statues was not to be extravagant, but because he had a premonition of an approaching crisis, so he "hid the trees in the forest" and used the numerous "false statues" to hide his "statue of his natal god" to avoid being discovered by others. ?

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more possible it became.

"Mo Hua, what's wrong?" Xun Ziyou asked when he saw Mo Hua suddenly standing still with a thoughtful look on his face.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Elder Xun, help me find a statue."

"Idol?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Tu and Shen Shouxing are fighting to the death, and there is still some time. He wants to find the natal statue of Huangshan Jun and take it out of the Gushan Tomb.

This was Huangshanjun's entrustment before his death.

In the midst of the dream demon, Huangshan Jun helped himself and saved himself.

If he hadn't died together with the evil fetus, people like himself might not have been able to escape from the dream.

As for the Gushan incident, all parties are plotting it. The stakes are high and there are too many variables.

If you don't look for it now, once you leave the temple, you may not have the chance to come back again.

Huangshan Jun's natal statue will be buried together with this temple at the bottom of a mass grave on this lonely mountain, never to see the light of day again.

What's more, he also gave himself a "heavenly gift\

,"Both emotionally and rationally, this natal idol must be found.

Seeing Mo Hua's determined look, Xun Ziyou didn't ask much, nodded, and asked:

"What kind of idol are you looking for?"

Mo Hua frowned. He was not sure, so he could only say: "Find one, something strange, or something that is different at first sight, unique -..."

Xun Ziyou turned his head and looked at the statues in front of him with different shapes, almost all of them "different", and said silently:

"Let's look for it."

So, Mo Hua took Elder Xun, Master Gu and Fan Diansi, who were a little confused, to find the only statue of the natal god among all kinds of mountain god statues.

At this time, in the temple.

The demons possessed by Shen Shouxing and Mr. Tu are still going back and forth, fighting to the death.

Especially Shen Shouxing, as if he had lost his mind, regardless of life and death, and all his attacks were fatal.

He was at the peak of his golden elixir, and when he went crazy, he was like a vicious dog. It was very difficult for Mr. Tu to resist him.

As the injuries worsened, Shen Shouxing's eyes gradually dimmed and became clouded.

At the same time, his vision became much clearer.

Vaguely, he saw another face above the head of the human-demon monster in front of him.

This face is elegant and gentle, but it reveals a sense of indifference and cruelty.

And Shen Shouxing recognized this face.

His pupils shrank immediately, "Are you actually————Elder Shen?"

The human demon's distorted face froze, and he frowned: "How did you recognize me?"

He is a servant of the God Lord, and his evil thoughts are beyond those of ordinary monks. He is an existence from another dimension.

Ordinary monks only see a human demon as a "puppet". They cannot see the blood shadow parasitizing on the human demon, nor can they see his true appearance.

But now, he was actually recognized by Shen Shouxing. Shen Shouxing was a little unbelievable. After thinking for a moment, he connected everything and said bitterly: "It's you-" It's all you! "

Shen Shouxing looked pale and gritted his teeth and said:

'You gave me the idea about Gushan; you gave me the method of sealing the corpse in the tomb; it was you who said that it would make me prosperous and that my path would be limitless.

Mr. Tu stopped pretending and said with an indifferent expression:

"Did I say something wrong? Haven't you been so successful in recent years? Sitting in the position of the most powerful elder of the Shen family, aren't you the one who can call upon the wind and rain, and be so high-spirited?"

"No, that's not right -" Shen Shouxing's eyes trembled, "You are plotting all this against me, I'm just... your chess piece -"

Shen Shouxing looked deeply at Mr. Tu, who was inhabiting the body of a human demon, and said in a cold voice:

"You are not at all an elder of Qian Dao Sect with a strong family background. What on earth are you?"

Mr. Tu smiled sinisterly and said nothing.

Shen Shouxing felt a chill in his heart.

He had always thought that the Shen family was the biggest profiteer by taking over the mines in Gushan and killing the casual cultivators who were in the way.

But looking at it now, it's all wrong.

The biggest profiteer is not their Shen family.

Behind the scenes, there is something even more sinister, which has been staring at them—

The aristocratic family was so busy trying to make money and hiding dirt that they didn't notice it at all.

Shen Shouxing was filled with regret.

Mr. Tu smiled, his laughter sharp and gloomy:

"You and I each take what we need, so what's the plan? Without my help, how would the Shen family rise, and how would you become the elder?"

"This is all what you want."

"Your glory and wealth are all given by me."

This sentence seemed to touch Shen Shouxing's heartstrings.

"Prosperity and wealth?" Shen Shouxing's eyes were dripping with blood and he laughed to himself, "What's the use of glory and wealth?"

"My son is dead, my only son is dead."

"I have no descendants."

"Family interests, power and status, all the things I have worked hard to earn all my life, in the end no one will inherit them. They are all just a dream and someone else's wedding dress."

"A lifetime of hard work, all in vain—"

"This is retribution—"

A trace of absurdity and sadness arose in Shen Shouxing's heart, and then turned into deep despair.

His son died, he had no descendants, and he was completely in despair.

It's like a key that unlocks the seeds in your heart and finally sprouts.

Shen Shouxing's eyes gradually turned gray-black, his will was completely gone, and his mind was completely crazy.

"Let's die together——."

He abandoned his sword and rushed towards Mr. Tu like a mad dog. He used his hands and feet to tear apart Mr. Tu's body, and even opened his mouth to bite Mr. Tu's flesh and blood.

"Crazy?"

Mr. Tu sneered.

"Those who seek fame and fortune without a strong Taoist heart are just playthings after all."

Mr. Tu manipulated the demon and began to fight with the crazy Shen Shouxing.

Once a monk's Taoist heart is gone, only his instincts remain. Without the exquisite Taoism, he will be much weaker.

Therefore, although Shen Shouxing looked terrifying, he lost his mind and his killing power was not strong. He only left a series of flesh-gnawing wounds on Mr. Tu's body when he bit.

These wounds are not serious, especially for a "human demon" whose flesh is deformed and turbid.

Mr. Tu didn’t care either.

But what he didn't notice was that after being bitten by Shen Shouxing, wisps of strange gray slowly seeped into his flesh and blood, and then disappeared.·

I was looking for the ink painting of my natal god, and my scalp trembled for no reason.

A chill ran through my heart.

But the chill came and went quickly. By the time Mo Hua noticed it carefully, he could no longer feel anything.

"What's going on-"

Mo Hua frowned and wanted to calculate carefully, but he didn't know what to calculate. Moreover, time was urgent and it was important to find the statue of his natal god. He could only suppress his doubts temporarily.

But there was no progress in finding the natal idol.

Outside the temple, there are too many statues placed beside the huge wall. It really looks like a "forest of statues", and they all have different postures and are very special. It is impossible to identify which statue belongs to the tiger. natal life.

Thinking about it, if it were so easy to find, his natal statue would have fallen into the hands of Mr. Tu and the evil god long ago.

But it’s just that others can’t find it. You can’t make it so difficult for yourself..."

If you can't find the idol, how can you fulfill the tiger's commission?

Mo Hua calmed down and recalled Tiger's last words again:

"If we are really friends - take my - and leave the lonely mountain."

If it is a friend, then take his "natal idol" and leave the lonely mountain.

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that this sentence should have another meaning——

If they are really friends, then they should be able to recognize him. What is his natal idol?

Why?

I am friends with the downtrodden tiger, so why should I find the source from the yellow tiger in Dry Mountain?

The downtrodden tiger————·

In my mind, every bit of my interaction with Huangshan Jun passed by one by one like a horse watching flowers——

Suddenly, Mo Hua remembered something.

A long time ago, one day, he felt sorry for the tiger's miserable life, so he brought some offerings of chicken, duck, and fish to feed him.

After eating and drinking, Huangshan Jun took himself to a cliff behind the ruined temple.

Clusters of old vines cover the cliffside, covering a steep stone step.

Going down the stone steps, there is a cave.

There is an idol hidden in the cave.

Mo Hua gradually recalled the appearance of the statue:

Tall and dignified, with a long and narrow face and majestic eyes, he is somewhat similar to Huangshan Jun. His whole body is made of fine copper, with some places even plated with gold.

Compared to the clay sculpture in the ruined temple, I don’t know how much better it is————

Huangshan Jun regards this statue as a treasure and hides it very deeply. If he had not had a close relationship with him, he would not have told him.

In other words, this is something only "friends" can see.

The statue under the cliff should not be Huangshanjun's natal statue, but it must be the most "similar" thing to his natal statue.

His true natal idol was hidden in the lonely mountain, and he didn't dare to look for it. With his current desolate state, it was impossible to find it back.

Therefore, he could only make a fake one and use it as a thought.

Although it is fake, since it is a thought, the appearance should be very different.

This is cause and effect, which is the clue given by Huangshanjun!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

In his mind, he recalled the appearance of the statue in the cave on the cliff. Then he let go of his consciousness and scanned the hall, comparing the mountain god statue in his mind with the dazzling array of statues in the hall.

The ink painting is full of thoughts and sharp perception.

One after another, statues of gods of different shapes passed through his mind one by one like fleeting lights - "

Finally, Mo Hua's heart was shaken and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Elder Xun, follow me!"

Elder Xun didn't know why and nodded.

Mo Hua led everyone to an inconspicuous corner of the temple.

In the corner, there is a statue of a god.

To Mo Hua's surprise, the statue was not big, only half a person tall, and it didn't look that exquisite or luxurious.

The face of the statue is somewhere between the majestic Huangshan Tiger of Gushan and the Luohuang Tiger of Dry Mountain, even more like the desolate Tiger.

Thrown in a corner, it looks very simple compared to the surrounding statues.

It's even a bit like "taste".

"This is————.the tiger's natal statue?"

Mo Hua was a little unsure for a while.

You only have one chance, if you get it wrong, it's over.

Mo Hua frowned and was very confused.

At this moment, Xunzi frowned and asked in a low voice: "Mo Hua, what are you looking at?"

What to see?

Mo Hua was stunned, then turned to look at Xun Ziyou, "Elder Xun, can't you see?"