Asking about longevity

Situ Fang took the chief executive of Daotingsi and rushed into the backyard of Baihua Building.

After a moment, spiritual energy overflowed, and the sounds of fighting, exclamations, and shouts were intertwined with the sounds of shattering buildings.

Mo Hua was very curious. After thinking about it, he said to Qinglan:

"You find a place to hide and don't come out."

Qinglan was a little nervous, but nodded.

After that, the three people in Mo Hua also used their skills to get to the second floor and looked towards the backyard from the window.

Baihua Building is divided into two buildings, front and rear, with a courtyard in the middle.

The front building is the front hall, which is used for banquets and banquets, and the female nuns sing and dance. The back building is the side room, which is used for the business of the brothel.

In the middle of the back building is a courtyard with mountains, water and flowers.

The courtyard is spacious and the scenery is pleasant.

Behind the courtyard is the back building, surrounded by tall buildings on three sides.

The high-rise buildings are connected by corridors, and the wing rooms are exquisite. There are red lanterns and pink curtains hanging in the corridors, and the smell of powder is very strong.

There are various formations in the corridors, some are reinforced, some are soundproof, some are dust-reflecting, and some are illuminated.

The pale pink light illuminates the entire backyard attic beautifully and gracefully.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

Mining work in the mine is difficult and life and death are at stake, and the formations drawn inside are extremely crude.

Baihua Tower is a place for pleasure and pleasure, but the formation is so complete.

Formations are even used to enhance the atmosphere and exaggerate the mood.

It's really too much.

At this time, there was a sudden surge of spiritual power, the bricks and stones were broken, and sawdust flew into the air.

The ink paintings flow out in a circular motion.

On the second floor in the distance, the doors and windows of a room were completely shattered, and the formations on both sides were also destroyed.

In the corridor, two foundation-building monks were fighting.

One is in black clothes and the other is in gray clothes.

Monk Xuanyi is the foundation-building elder of the Situ family, named Situ Jin.

As for the masked monk in gray clothes, with a gloomy aura around him, he was most likely what Mo Hua was looking for, the man behind the purchase of corpses in the mine.

Situ Fang took the chief executive of Nanyue City's Taoist Department to guard the surroundings to prevent the gray-clothed monk from escaping.

They are all Qi Refining cultivators and cannot compete with the Foundation Establishment, but they can still form a formation and fight one or two moves against the Foundation Establishment, delaying it for a while.

The Daotingsi monks were ready.

In the corridor, Situ Jin frequently fought with the man in gray.

Mo Hua looked at it for a while and frowned.

Bai Zisheng whispered:

"This gray-clothed monk seems to have some food..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded, "It's quite good..."

He looks sinister, and his spiritual power is also very feminine, but his cultivation is really weak. Even among ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building, he is still at the bottom.

Among the foundation-building monks Mo Hua had seen, this gray-clothed monk was the weakest.

Even in Tongxian City, the elderly Master Zhou and Mr. An, who was not good at Taoism, were stronger than him.

This gray-clothed monk is an individual practitioner, but his energy and blood are not strong, and his martial arts skills are mediocre.

In addition, he seems to have learned a skill or two in magic.

It seems to be an earth poison technique, but he is obviously not following the path of spiritual cultivation. This technique is okay for refining qi, but it is really not good enough for monks of the same level.

From top to bottom, this gray-clothed monk exuded an aura of half-heartedness.

Mo Hua frowned even more tightly.

How can it be so delicious?

Even he couldn't stand it anymore.

The situation on the court was also the same. Situ Jin's palms were as strong as the wind, and he kept pressing the gray-clothed monk to hit him.

The gray-clothed monk was unable to support himself.

He wanted to escape, but there were officers blocking him all around. Every time he tried to rush out, he would be delayed for a moment, and then he would be entangled by Situ Jin again.

After dozens of rounds, the monk in gray clothes was about to lose, so he jumped down from the building and fell into the garden. The gray light around him flashed and disappeared.

Situ Jin landed and looked around, frowning.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised, turned around and asked:

"What kind of dharma is this?"

Bai Zisheng hesitated and said, "Is this...an escape technique?"

Bai Zixi nodded, "It's the Earth Element Escape Technique among the Five Element Escape Techniques."

"Escape technique?" Mo Hua blinked.

Bai Zixi explained:

"The Escape Technique is actually a type of body technique, but it is specially used for escaping. When it is performed, the spiritual power covers the whole body and merges with the five elements of heaven and earth, thereby hiding the breath and escaping."

And the gray-clothed monk used Earth Escape in the end just to avoid exposing his trump card.

Once someone knows about this kind of escape technique, it will be much easier to be wary of it.

Mo Hua understood and praised sincerely:

"Sister, you know a lot!"

"It's very simple."

Bai Zixi said lightly, but her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a slight sense of pride in her eyes.

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but said:

"Mo Hua, you are so good at flattering me."

Mo Hua said displeasedly:

"To be honest, how can you call it flattery? Besides, why don't I flatter you? Isn't it because you don't know?"

Bai Zisheng had nothing to say.

In terms of monastic knowledge, he is indeed inferior to his sister Zixi.

Not only in monastic knowledge, but in many aspects it is inferior to...

Bai Zisheng stopped arguing with Mo Hua and frowned: "If you use the escape technique, will that person run away?"

Mo Hua smiled and said, "He can't run away."

The spiritual consciousness of the monk in gray is no more than ten lines.

And the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is the twelve patterns!

Mo Hua's expression condensed, he closed his eyes, concentrated on it, and extended his consciousness to the extreme.

Search for traces of the gray-clothed monks in the white vision of consciousness.

After a while, Mo Hua opened his eyes, pointed to his luck, and formed a fireball from his fingertips.

Then the skill moved at will, and in an instant, the fireball flew towards the garden, exploding on a piece of grass, turning the grass and trees into fly ash.

The grass and trees turned to gray, and a black face appeared on the charred ground.

The gray-clothed monk looked confused.

Where did the fireball technique come from, and how did it hit him?

This fireball technique also caught Situ Jin's attention.

Then he also discovered the whereabouts of the monk in gray.

Situ Jin, who was searching to no avail, cheered up, mobilized his spiritual power, and slapped the gray-robed monk with his palm.

The gray-clothed monk was unable to dodge, and was hit by his palm. He was knocked out of his original shape, his clothes were ragged, and his face was covered in black and gray.

Although Mo Hua's fireball technique was very powerful, it did not do much harm to Zhu Ji, except that it made him move a little more awkwardly.

The monk in gray cursed, took a few steps back, threw himself on the ground, and disappeared.

Situ Jin frowned, he couldn't find anyone again.

At this moment, another fast fireball flew through the air, landed in the garden, exploded a flower and tree, and forced out the gray-clothed monk.

Situ Jin was stunned and looked up at the ink painting with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

This little monk can actually see through the earth-moving escape technique?

I am a foundation-building monk, and I can't even see any trace of this gray-clothed monk.

How did he figure it out?

But at this moment, it is not the time to sigh.

Situ Jin used his body skills again and jumped forward to attack the monk in gray.

The monk in gray clothes was forced to reveal his body. When he raised his head, he naturally saw the ink painting upstairs.

He was shocked and angry, and cursed loudly:

"Damn you kid, you ruined my good deeds, I have to kill you..."

But before he finished cursing, he was interrupted by Situ Jin.

Situ Jin slapped him with his palm and said coldly:

"Thieves, suffer death!"

The gray-clothed monk fought hard with a palm, retreated continuously, vomiting blood, and then hurriedly took out a pill and drank it to stabilize his breath, and then used his escape technique to disappear on the ground.

But again and again after that, he would still be hit by the fireball technique.

Situ Jin also learned the lesson and simply stopped looking for it by himself. He would hit wherever the fireball spell pointed.

The gray-clothed monk was like a gopher. As soon as he got in, his head was exposed, and he was extremely aggrieved.

He almost wanted to vomit blood.

What's going on with this kid?

How did he discover his own escape technique?

After being hit by a few more fireballs, the monk in gray suddenly felt enlightened.

It's divine consciousness!

He was locked by this kid with his spiritual consciousness? !

The monk in gray clothes felt it was incredible.

I am a foundation-building monk, and I am locked by a kid in the Qi refining stage with my spiritual consciousness?

Before he could be shocked, he was just surprised for a short moment, and then he lost his mind, and a fireball hit him in the face.

The gray-clothed monk's face was filled with severe pain, and his teeth were itching with hatred.

Damn it, this kid is getting more and more accurate...

If this continues, I will end up here.

At the same time, Situ Jin struck with another palm. This palm hit the monk in gray on the left shoulder. The wind entangled him, tearing his clothes to pieces and tearing off the black scarf that covered his face.

Under the black scarf, there was a cold, pale, bloodless face.

The monk in gray clothes was extremely angry and said hoarsely:

"You're looking for fucking death!"

Then he took out a strange-looking bronze medicine bottle covered with blood patterns, and poured the elixir in the bottle into his mouth.

"not good!"

The moment he took out the medicine bottle, Situ Jin knew something was wrong and immediately struck out with a palm.

Although he didn't know what kind of pill it was, he must not be allowed to take it.

This palm hit the gray-clothed monk's chest, and the spiritual power tore open the flesh. The palm force knocked him away, but it failed to stop the gray-clothed monk from taking the bottle of blood-colored elixir.

The gray-clothed monk lay on the ground like a dead corpse and did not move for a long time.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Situ Jin's eyes were solemn and he didn't dare to act rashly. He just looked on guard.

A moment later, something unexpected happened.

The gray-clothed monk who was lying on the ground suddenly twitched irregularly, his limbs deformed and twisted, his body gradually expanded, and his veins appeared, and finally he stood up straight in a weird posture.

His complexion was livid, his body was strong, and only the whites of his eyes were left. He was like a dead corpse, and his whole body exuded the aura of death.

Situ Jin took a breath of air.

The surrounding executives were also frightened.

At this moment, the monk in gray clothes, who looked like a corpse, walked up to Situ Jin and punched him in the chest.

Situ Jin used all his strength to activate his palm and received the punch.

The spiritual energy in the foundation building stage trembled, crushing the surrounding vegetation and rocks.

Situ Jin was defeated by the gray-clothed monk and was knocked back seven or eight steps by the punch. In the end, he had to kneel on the ground and vomit blood.

The monk in gray clothes was about to step forward and pursue the victory, when suddenly a fireball suddenly appeared and hit him on the back of the head.

The spiritual power exploded, causing him to stagger.

Not very powerful, but very humiliating.

The gray-clothed monk slowly turned his head and looked upstairs with dead white eyes.

The ink painting upstairs made a face at him.

This grimace almost made the gray-clothed monk who turned into a corpse explode with rage.

At that moment, the monk in gray had only one thought.

No matter what, kill this brat!

He left Situ Jin and strode towards Mo Hua.

Situ Fang was shocked and wanted to stop him, but he punched him away.

The other Qi Refining Directors are not all-in-one generals either.

The gray-clothed monk arrived in front of the ink painting.

Mo Hua stood on the second floor, looking down at him.

The gray-clothed monk's livid face let out a strange roar, and then jumped up to the second floor.

Bai Zisheng's eyes turned cold, and he came up to him. He clasped his hands together and a silver-white spear appeared. Then he had a body shape like the wind, and the spear came out like a dragon. The golden light on the spear was strong, and he attacked the corpse-like gray-clothed monk.

The gray-clothed monk had an ashen complexion and knotted veins. He was nearly invulnerable. He could collide with Bai Zisheng's spear with just his physical body.

Bai Zisheng's spear couldn't pierce his flesh, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Despite his mighty momentum, he still had the upper hand.

After all, no matter how talented he is, he is still just refining Qi.

At this moment, Bai Zixi's glass-like eyes flashed with light, and the sword light condensed on her fingertips burned with snow-white flames.

With one finger of his fair hand, he handed out several sword lights. The sword energy was so sharp that it broke the gray-clothed monk's body, and the snow-white flames were also burning his wounds.

The gray-clothed monk was in pain and let out a weird, inhuman roar.

But that's all.

The physical body, broken by the golden light, slowly recovered.

The snow-white flames gradually extinguished, leaving only a few scorch marks.

The gray-clothed monk looked ferocious, but he couldn't help but be frightened in his heart.

What are the backgrounds of these two young monks?

But after taking the Corpse Blood Pill, his cultivation level increased greatly, and his body became like an iron corpse, invulnerable to weapons and bullets.

However, in the Qi Refining realm, one can fight against oneself alone.

Can you also use magic to break open your own body?

The gray-clothed monk was shocked.

You can't fight for a long time, otherwise once the power of the corpse blood pill is exhausted, you will be affected by the power of the medicine, and you will be in trouble.

Kill that brat to vent your anger, and then retreat immediately!

The monk in gray clothes had made up his mind. He looked around, and suddenly there was a look of confusion on his corpse-like face...

Where's that kid?

Why is it missing?

Where did he go?

Invisible?

The gray-clothed monk stared with deathly white eyes, unable to see anyone.

The spiritual consciousness is released, and there is no trace...

The gray-clothed monk felt a surge of anger in his heart.

That brat...

His escape technique was discovered by him, and then he was attacked by him, humiliated by him, and mocked by him with a grimace. As a result, now even the figure of the kid can't be seen...

If you can't see him, how can you kill him?

It was like a punch to cotton.

And he didn't even hit the cotton.

As time passes, the medicine is about to run out.

The gray-clothed monk was so angry that he had nowhere to vent. He was so angry that he was shaking all over. He could only gnash his teeth, his voice was hoarse, and he roared to the sky:

"Come out!"

"Come out here!!"

This incompetent rage is full of frustration.

This chapter is a bit long, so I wrote it a little late.