Asking about longevity

The cold flesh and blood began to turn into strange black water, repairing his broken throat and broken heart.

Shen Shouxing's limbs began to tremble irregularly, and his flesh and blood seemed to be pulled by gray threads, constantly squirming, and finally fused completely.

Shen Shouxing slowly stood up in a strange posture.

His eyes turned intense black.

There was also a hint of a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hoarse, torn, like the voices of countless men, women, old and young, mixed together, resounding in the dead temple.

"A bunch of old guys, they're so guarded..."

"But finally... came in..."

"Qianzhou's chess game...can't make any moves, then...start another game..."

The black blood on Shen Shouxing's body was soaked in his clothes, making him look like he was wearing a dead man's robe.

He walked up to Shen Tu Ao with one foot deep and one foot shallow, dipped his own black blood and began to outline the formation pattern.

On the dead man's robe, hundreds of ghosts suddenly appeared.

The black blood under Shen Shouxing seemed to be alive, squirming on its own, winding on Shen Tu Ao's skinned flesh, manifesting one strange pattern after another.

And the piece made up of these strange patterns happens to be a dragon.

This dragon is a black dragon, similar in appearance to the green dragon in the wilderness, but it reveals an indescribable mystery and strangeness.

Torn, overlapping and weird sounds sounded:

"You are the prince of Dahuang, you will not die..."

"You will return to the wilderness, complete your great cause, rule all races with supreme authority, and subdue all monsters with the power of a true dragon..."

"You will let the war spread and burn the entire wilderness."

"Bite the Taoist soldiers of the Taoist court into bones, and trample the lackeys of the Taoist court into flesh..."

"Turning the entire wilderness into purgatory..."

"Your throne will be made of bones, your royal city will be made of flesh and blood, and you will be crowned king amidst boundless slaughter..."

"This is... your fate."

…

These words, integrated into the strange patterns, completed the dragon diagram and became one with Shentu Ao's flesh and blood.

Shentu Ao suddenly opened his eyes, and a black dragon flashed across his eyes.

Shen Shouxing pointed his finger, and the strange lines were like worms chewing in the air, leaving a crack.

This crack already contains a hint of the power of the void.

This power was mixed with some treacherous laws, and among the many shadows, it actually deceived the laws of heaven and did not trigger the heavenly punishment prohibition of the third-level state boundary.

This is the art of "deceiving heaven".

But no one saw this amazing scene.

Shentu Ao slowly stood up, the power of the black dragon integrated into his whole body, and a strange evil aura surged through his whole body.

With dark eyes, he walked to the dragon coffin, picked up the fourth prince's body, and then step by step, stepped into the strange crack that Shen Shouxing tore open.

Since then, his figure has completely disappeared, and his whereabouts are unknown.

But a wisp of pitch-black flame quietly ignited, and soon it would burn all living beings to ashes...

…

After sending Shen Tu Ao away, Shen Shouxing walked to the "corpse" of Mr. Xuan again, his dark eyes showing a cold meaning.

"He's a mysterious devil again, he doesn't have a long memory..."

Shen Shou dropped a drop of black blood on Mr. Xuan's forehead.

Mr. Xuan slowly opened his eyes, which gradually turned black.

"Go back to the Xuan Mo Sect, find the Xuan San people, and learn for me... his Tao Heart Demon Seed Original Canon..."

Shen Shouxing's voice was hoarse, with mixed yin and yang.

"Go back to the sect, find your uncle, and study it carefully... the original scripture of Taoist Demons..."

Mr. Xuan's voice was dull, and he recited it silently, and then slowly stood up, like a puppet, and walked into the crack of the treacherous path that possessed the power of "deceiving the sky".

Afterwards, the cracks slowly disappeared.

The layout is completed.

The black blood all over Shen Shouxing began to boil, and then spontaneously ignited, turning into a strange nameless black fire, with him as the center, burning the entire temple, destroying all cause and effect.

Destroyed together with himself.

Since Shen Shouxing's death, everything that happened after that was burned by the black fire of deceit.

In this way, no one can deduce the cause and effect here.

No one knows what happened in this temple.

Shen Shouxing was "self-immolating". His flesh and blood began to be burned dry, and his figure began to disappear little by little. The cause and effect flashed one by one, and then returned to ashes.

The memories and people he knew during his lifetime also passed by like a revolving lantern, and returned to nothingness.

These people were of all kinds, from far to near, including his parents, his son, members of the Shen family, sword cultivators from the Taixu Sect, tomb robbers, Mr. Tu...

"Shen Shouxing" looked at all this indifferently and didn't care.

Just at this moment, a face with a bit of childishness and innocence passed by, and a name flashed by:

"Ink painting."

Shen Shouxing's dark pupils trembled.

Ink painting?

Ink painting? !

Ink painting? ? ! !

This little boy's name is... Mo Hua? ! !

He actually... called Mo Hua? !

The name was exactly the same as the one who ate a wisp of his demonic thoughts and turned the Taoist evil he raised into betrayal. His junior brother also tried his best to cover up the mist of heaven...

"Shen Shouxing" wants to go back.

But all the cause and effect were destroyed by him.

He had destroyed it himself, using his own deceitful fire. There was no point in trying to regret it.

Shen Shouxing was stunned on the spot.

Everything went as he wished, and everything was calculated well, but the only thing he didn't expect was that the biggest cause and effect would slip through his fingers.

"My trick actually slipped through..."

"Is it a mystery of heaven..."

Shen Shouxing's expression was cold, and finally he became indifferent again. He smiled half-heartedly and murmured: "Interesting..."

"The secrets of heaven are unpredictable and cause and effect are intricate. One day in the future, your and my causal lines will intersect again..."

"At that time, I will take a good look at what you look like..."

"I will take a closer look to see what kind of karma you are shouldering."

…

This voice is indistinguishable from male to female, eerie and indistinguishable. It seems to be connected to the Nine Netherworlds, where thousands of ghosts are wailing ferociously.

Shen Shouxing also turned into ashes in the dark fire.

All this has been annihilated and no one knows about it.

On the Gushan Mountain, the conflicts between the Shen family and major aristocratic families and sects continued.

Amidst the chaos of the situation, no one noticed the seeds of deception planted at the bottom of the lonely mountain...

…

Outside Gushan City, inside a carriage.

The uneasiness in Mo Hua's heart also gradually dissipated as he moved further and further away from the lonely mountain.

He rarely felt this uneasy.

Moreover, this kind of uneasiness is still very strong, and I don’t have a clue if I think about it carefully.

Mo Hua vaguely guessed that this should be an extremely dangerous cause and effect, and it was probably some powerful person who could not afford to offend, who was also secretly planning it.

Fortunately, this sense of crisis has gradually subsided.

Mo Hua couldn't help but take a sip of tea to calm down his shock.

He and Elder Xunzi You were the only two people in the leisurely and fast carriage.

Master Gu and Fan Diansi, one went back to the weapon refinery and the other went back to Daotingsi.

Mo Hua originally wanted to suggest that they go to Taixu Gate to avoid the limelight.

But these two people, a weapon refiner and a Dao Ting Dian Si, both have some "careers" in Gushan City. They can run as monks but not in temples.

And at this juncture, no one is seen, which makes it easier to arouse suspicion.

Therefore, the two of them stayed in Gushan City.

Mo Hua also asked Elder Xun Zixian to take care of them.

Elder Xun Zixian also stayed in Gushan.

Now Mo Hua is safe, but the matter in Gushan City is not yet settled.

Elder Xun Zixian will stay to see what happens next, and the other Taixu Sect elders will also stay to deal with the aftermath.

Therefore, Xunzi escorted Mo Hua back to Taixu Gate along the main road in a light carriage.

After leaving Gushan City, and along the way were the second-grade state boundaries, Xunzi was escorted by an elder in the late Jindan stage.

And with the current body technique of Ink Painting, as long as he is not surrounded by golden elixirs and has to kill him, he can usually be safe.

Along the way, it was naturally calm.

As soon as he calmed down, Xun Ziyou remembered something, and he felt very worried.

Along the way, he always looked at the ink paintings from time to time, but hesitated to speak.

Seeing Mo Hua drinking tea and seeming to be more relaxed, Xun Ziyou said: "Mo Hua, have you...learned to sword?"

"I learned a little bit." Mo Hua said truthfully.

Xun Ziyou frowned and considered: "In the nightmare, I sensed an incredible... aura of Taixu Sword True Art."

"You happened to be in the temple at that time, do you know the origin of this sword intention?"

Xunzi looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua felt a little confused.

He can't say that he was the one who cut the sword.

Patriarch Dugu told him that he could not tell anyone about the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords.

Mo Hua blinked, "This... it's a long story..."

"Is it a long story?" Xun Ziyou was stunned, "Is there any other origin here?"

Mo Hua nodded and began to tell the story:

"There once was a very powerful mountain god in Guhuang Mountain."

"This mountain god later became corrupted and was beheaded by a chivalrous and righteous senior of my Taixu Sect. However, he was not completely beheaded and some evil thoughts remained."

"My senior from the Taixu Sect, in order to prevent this evil mountain god from resurrecting, left a Taixu Sword Intent in the temple."

"When we entered Gushan, this evil mountain god happened to wake up and wanted to eat us, but its evil thoughts also triggered the sword intention of senior Taixu Sect, which was used to seal the mountain god."

"Taixu's sword intention was activated, and his spiritual thoughts turned into swords. The momentum was astonishing. He immediately killed the mountain god completely and settled the cause and effect. Only then can we wake up from the nightmare..."

There are nine truths and one falsehood in ink painting, so it makes perfect sense.

Xun Ziyou nodded slowly, thinking it made sense.

The true secret of Taixu's divine mind transforming into a sword has been lost. Only some ancestors of the sect can really learn it and learn it to a certain degree.

At that time, the ancestors of Taixu Sect really liked to travel around, using their spiritual thoughts to turn swords into slaying demons and evil spirits.

It is reasonable for the ancestor of the Taixu Sect to kill the fallen mountain god.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Mo Hua, the kid, to hack this magic sword-turned-spiritual art by himself, right?

That's too abstract...

Xun Ziyou couldn't even convince himself.

It must have been killed by the ancestor.

"I just don't know which ancestor of my Taixu Sect is the one who killed this mountain god..." Xun Ziyou muttered.

Mo Hua had a sullen face and did not dare to answer.

"Which ancestor is from my Taixu Sect..." Xun Ziyou was still struggling with this matter.

Mo Hua was afraid that he would ruin his life by talking about "ancestor" all the time, so he quickly changed the subject and said:

"By the way, Elder Xun, why did you come to Gushan?"

As expected, Elder Xun's mind was diverted. He knew that Mo Hua was intelligent and did not hide it from Mo Hua. "My ancestor asked me to come."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, but he still had some doubts in his heart, "Mr. Xun, do you just want you to follow me? No other means left?"

Elder Xun followed so far away that he didn't even notice.

If he doesn't pay attention, won't his life be lost?

Then what's the point of following him?

Unless Mr. Xun has other plans here.

Xun Ziyou was annoyed by ink painting, and he had a delicate heart with seven orifices. He had too many evil thoughts, and he couldn't hide anything.

Looking at Mo Hua's clear and curious eyes, Xun Ziyou thought about it and felt that there was no need to hide this kind of thing, so he said:

"Didn't Ancestor set a Taixu Liangyi Lock for you?"

"Um."

"This lock can sense your vitality. Once you are in danger, I can feel it. If there is a big crisis of life and death, I will crush the Void Sword Token and notify the ancestor..."

Mo Hua was startled.

The old gentleman is so kind to me...

He was grateful, but also a little confused, "This is the border of the third-level state. Even if the old gentleman can break the void, he still can't get across."

Xun Ziyou frowned, "I don't know about this...but even if the ancestor cannot come in person, he should still have means to save your life. Of course, it is only within the realm of Qianxue, not too far away."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

"The world of Qianxue, the Taixu Liangyi Lock, can save your own life in times of crisis..."

Mo Hua remembered it and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Mr. Xun! Thank you, Elder Xun!"

Xun Ziyou waved his hand, "You're welcome."

Anyway, this back trick was useless in the end. Of course, it would be best not to use it...

Afterwards, the two of them sat in the carriage, drinking tea and chatting.

When night fell, we finally arrived at Taixu Gate.

Xun Ziyou took the ink painting and went to see Mr. Xun.

When Mr. Xun saw that Mo Hua was safe and sound, his expression was as usual, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "Thanks to Elder Xun for protecting his disciples, nothing happened."

He said a kind word for Xun Ziyou without leaving any trace.

Mr. Xun glanced at Xun Ziyou with a hint of approval.

Xun Ziyou felt complicated and moved for a while.

He never imagined that one day he, a dignified elder of the late Golden Core Stage, would have to rely on a young Foundation Establishment disciple to demonstrate his merits in front of his ancestor.

"It's okay, just go back and rest early..." Mr. Xun said gently.

"Well, take care, old gentleman. I'll take my leave first." Mo Hua bowed respectfully and then left.

Xun Ziyou didn't leave, he knew that the ancestor must have something to ask him.

Sure enough, after Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun waved to him, "Tell me what happened."

Xunzi said it all.

But he himself was confused about many things, such as the package that Mo Hua asked him to carry on his back. He didn't know if it really existed.

There are also some weird divine thoughts along the way.

He didn't say anything that was unclear, but he did say some solid things.

For example, the Shen family, the mass graves, the descendants of the Dahuang emperor, and the matter of dragon veins.

As Mr. Xun listened, his brows gradually furrowed.

He also didn't expect that Mo Hua's trip to Gushan and the cemetery would involve so many big things.

Could this child be born with the "Holy Body of Cause and Effect"...

Anything can be involved.

"Ancestor," Xun Ziyou frowned, "Is the Shen family really responsible for what happened in Gushan?"

Mr. Xun said: "Did you see it?"

"I saw it," Xun Ziyou's eyes were cold, "the dead bodies all over the mountains and plains..."

"Whatever you see, that's what you see." Mr. Xun sighed.

"It's just..." Xun Ziyou frowned, "I still can't believe that the fifth-grade righteous family designated by the Taoist court can actually do... such a heartbreaking thing..."

Old Mr.

"Then how will this matter end?" Xunzi asked leisurely.

Old Mr.

Xun Ziyou nodded.

"What about...the dragon vein you were talking about?" Mr. Xun asked.

"Still in Mo Hua's hands." Xun Ziyou replied.

Mo Hua "cheated" this thing from Mr. Xuan. Naturally, it belonged to Mo Hua, and Xun Ziyou didn't ask for it.

Although this thing has a lot to do with it.

But precisely because the dragon vein is so closely related, it may not be a good thing to put it in Mo Hua's hands.

"Do you want... to get the dragon vein?" Xun Ziyou frowned, "I'm afraid that if this thing is left in Mo Hua's hands, it will easily cause fire..."

Old Mr.

"He doesn't understand it himself. If you go to him and ask for it, he will be unhappy."

Xun Ziyou: "..."

Okay, as ancestors and elders, they must learn to consider Mo Hua's little emotions before doing anything.

However, it is also a good thing that the dragon vein is intercepted.

Xunzi said leisurely: "The remnants of the Great Wilderness have been plotting rebellion. Now the prince of the Great Wilderness died at the bottom of the Gushan Tomb, and the dragon's veins fell into the hands of Mo Hua..."

"The inheritance has been lost and the bloodline has been cut off. There will probably be no more trouble. The war in the Southern Wilderness will probably stop soon..."

Xun Ziyou sighed softly, "The war has stopped, and fewer people will die..."

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, but there was always some bad premonition in his heart.

It seems that things will not be so simple.

Xun Ziyou experienced many hardships in Gushan and was exhausted physically and mentally. He didn't think much about it at this time.

"Ancestor, there is another thing..."

Xun Ziyou also told Mr. Xun what Mo Hua said about the Taixu Sect's seniors turning their spiritual thoughts into sword techniques to kill the fallen mountain gods.

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment and nodded, "It is true."

"Really?" Xun Ziyou was startled.

"This is the old almanac," Mr. Xun recalled. "In my Taixu Sect, there is indeed a record of a senior swordsman who killed the God of Guhuang Mountain, but it is not clear. The specific story is not clear."

Xun Ziyou nodded, "What Mo Hua said is true..."

That's good... He almost thought that it was the ink painter's spiritual thoughts that turned into swords.

After that, Mr. Xun and Xun Ziyou chatted again, asked for some details, and then waved his hands, "Thank you for your hard work on this matter. You should go back and rest early."

Xun Ziyou nodded, "Okay, I'll take my leave then."

Xun Ziyou turned around and was about to leave, but couldn't help but feel a little confused and asked in a low voice:

"Ancestor, tell me... what is this kid Mo Hua doing running to Gushan when he has nothing to do?"

Mr. Xun was startled and didn't say anything. He just shook his head and said, "Go and have a rest."

"yes."

Xun Ziyou was just curious. If the ancestor didn't say anything, it was inconvenient for him to ask. He cupped his hands and left.

After Xun Ziyou left, Mr. Xun couldn't help but frown.

He also felt a little strange.

Although the series of events in Gushan involve a lot of cause and effect, what does it have to do with ink painting?

Why did he rush in regardless of the danger?

In other words, what is the picture of this child in Mo Hua?

Mr. Xun frowned.

…

The disciple is in the middle.

Mo Hua first placed the natal statue of Huangshan Jun in his cabinet and sealed it with a formation to prevent others from seeing it.

Of course, most people shouldn't be able to see it, but everything should be nipped in the bud.

After that, Mo Hua pressed Mr. Xuan's dragon veins wrapped in a black cloth under his pillow.

He would study this dragon vein later.

Finally, he burned incense and bathed, and when the time came, he couldn't wait to enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

After entering the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua took out the ray of golden and extremely precious third-grade divine essence.

Don't keep good things, otherwise something will happen easily.

In order to avoid long nights and many dreams, he planned to eat this marrow tonight.

And if what he expected was true, there was an opportunity for his consciousness to break through the twenty lines hidden in this divine marrow.