Asking about longevity

This zombie disciple of the Zhang family looked shocked as soon as he entered the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness:

"What a profound spiritual knowledge!"

"Great innate nourishment!"

Its sound is hoarse and sticky, and it's a little leaky.

Like a living person rotting into a corpse.

Then it couldn't wait to wait, opened its ferocious mouth, and took a fierce sip of the divine consciousness that was filled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

At the entrance of spiritual consciousness, the zombie disciples looked excited.

Pure, rich and delicious.

This is the taste of top-grade spiritual consciousness!

The zombie laughed wildly.

After that, he couldn't help but feast and started smoking suddenly.

As it devoured more spiritual consciousness, its body gradually became stronger and taller.

The zombies sucked in the consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness drawn by the ink felt a dull pain.

"Is this what it feels like to have your consciousness eaten?"

Hiding aside, observing the ink paintings of zombies, he said silently in his heart.

There was some pain, some discomfort, but it was pretty subtle.

If you don't pay attention, you really won't notice it.

Even if you don't see it with your own eyes, you probably won't believe it at all.

You will only feel that your spirit is exhausted, your energy is low, your mind is distracted, your mood is depressed, and you have many troubles and evil desires lingering in your heart.

He never thought that his consciousness was being eaten away by evil things.

Mo Hua nodded, remembering this feeling.

"Be careful in the future!"

The human heart is deceptive and unpredictable, and you may not always be able to detect the many changes in your spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, we must step by step, familiarize ourselves with the various signs of changes in the sea of ​​consciousness, and take precautions to prevent unknown hidden dangers in our spiritual consciousness.

In order to prevent any evil spirits from stealing your own consciousness in the future, you don't even know it.

In addition, the ink painting also verified something. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

Even in the sea of ​​consciousness, the concealment technique can take effect.

At least this zombie didn't find himself.

Mo Hua frowned slightly again.

But what exactly is this zombie?

Is it considered a human or a zombie?

Mo Hua observed for a while, and gradually began to make assumptions in his mind.

This zombie disciple should be considered an ancestor of the Zhang family.

The Zhang family has been refining corpses for generations, and their spiritual thoughts have assimilated with the zombies. In their self-recognition, they are both human and corpse, so after death their spiritual thoughts are sealed in the picture, and they appear like zombies.

But regardless of whether it was a human or a corpse, Mo Hua was not going to let it go.

Mo Hua concealed himself, carrying the Qianjun stick, and quietly walked behind the zombie disciple.

The zombie opened its mouth and was eating happily.

He never imagined that every move he made would be under the watchful eye of others.

He didn't even realize that the danger was gradually coming.

Mo Hua walked up behind the zombie, raised the Qianjun stick high, and smashed it down with all his strength with both hands!

"Let you eat it secretly!"

This stick was so powerful that it deformed the zombie disciple's scalp and made his body look somewhat unreal.

The height he had gained due to stealing his spiritual consciousness was hit by the stick, and he became shorter again.

After smashing it, Mo Hua was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that his Thousand Crusaders Strike would be so powerful.

But the zombie disciple's scalp was numb and his heart was in pain. He finally recovered and turned his head angrily. He saw standing behind him a young monk with delicate features, red lips and white teeth.

The zombie disciple was stunned.

Then its eyes widened, as if seeing a "ghost".

"No! How could there be someone?!"

Mo Hua had a stern expression on his face and looked a little dangerous:

"You came to eat secretly in my sea of ​​consciousness, and you asked why there was someone there? Is my consciousness so delicious? I..."

Mo Hua wanted to threaten him a few more times.

But before he could finish speaking, the zombie disciple saw that the opportunity was bad and ran away.

Its ugly face was full of panic.

The moment it saw the ink painting, it knew that it was no match at all.

This young monk is not very old, and his figure is small, but his figure is extremely clear, and his aura is profound and unpredictable.

This is a sign that spiritual consciousness is powerful and fully manifested.

What's more, it just took a huge blow.

The power of this stick made him feel terrified.

The greater the power, the stronger the divine will.

The zombie disciples are afraid.

If the spiritual consciousness had not manifested, he could still eat it secretly.

But once it manifests, the difference in consciousness is so great. If he doesn't run away, he will be buried here.

The zombie wants to escape from Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua would not let it escape. He stretched out his little hand and held it empty, and the manifested spiritual power condensed into the Water Prison Technique.

The shackles of spiritual thought appeared out of thin air and tied the zombie to the spot.

The zombie disciples struggled to break free, but couldn't break free at all.

It looked frightened and said in disbelief:

"Spell?"

how come?

Can spiritual thoughts also use spells?

My ancestor never said this...

Mo Hua walked slowly to it.

The zombie knelt on the ground and said in fear: "Senior, spare my life!"

Mo Hua said: "Sparing your life, do you want to harm others again?"

The zombie disciple swore: "Don't worry, junior, I will abide by my duty from now on and never harm anyone!"

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "You are a zombie, right? Isn't it your duty to harm others? If you abide by your duty, how can you not harm others?"

The zombie disciple paused and saw Mo Hua's playful expression. He knew that this young monk would not believe his deception at all, so he said angrily:

"Ancestor will not let you go!"

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile but not a smile:

"You think...I will let your ancestor go?"

The zombie disciples were shocked.

This kid is actually plotting against his ancestor? !

How dare he?

The zombie disciple suddenly felt cold again.

This little ghost’s spiritual consciousness is tyrannical, scheming, and unpredictable. He can also use spells with his spiritual thoughts, and he can do calculations intentionally or unintentionally. Ancestor, I’m afraid...

The zombie disciples were shocked and angry.

"No, you must tell the ancestor, otherwise the ancestor will be in danger!"

The zombie disciple's face suddenly became ferocious. He bit off his own fingers and swallowed them into his belly. Then his body swelled and malice grew all over him. In an instant, he turned into a corpse with livid complexion.

It was exactly the same as when Zhang Quan took the Corpse Blood Pill.

"I risked my life first to deal with this little monk, and then took the opportunity to escape and report to my ancestor. Even if my vitality is seriously injured and my limbs are missing afterwards, my ancestor will keep me safe because of my filial piety."

The zombie disciple thought.

Then it tried its best to break free from the restraints of the Water Prison Technique and suddenly rushed towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua's expression remained unchanged, he gently raised his hand and formed a fireball technique.

The fireball was bright red and hot. It was an illusory fire condensed by spiritual consciousness, but it looked extremely real.

With a thought in Mo Hua's mind, the fireball suddenly shot out and hit the chest of the transformed zombie.

Amidst the overflowing fire, the zombie disciples were knocked back to their original form by the fireball spell before they even jumped in front of the ink painting or dealt with it for a round.

He was completely deflated, his corpse turned away, his whole body was on fire, and he lay on the ground wailing.

It seemed like there was real fire burning in it.

Along with the pain, there is boundless despair.

It never expected that this young monk's spiritual thoughts would be so powerful.

The power of the manifested fireball technique is so terrifying...

Mo Hua also frowned and said doubtfully:

"Why am I so strong?"

He thought about it for a while and gradually understood.

In reality, I am refining my Qi.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, he is building a foundation.

This zombie disciple is just an ordinary walking corpse. In total, he only has Qi refining skills.

I am now building a foundation and refining my Qi.

It can be regarded as bullying the "small" with the "big".

Mo Hua's small waist straightened instantly.

"No wonder, why did I suddenly become so powerful!"

Building the foundation and refining the Qi is not a matter of course.

I was proud of the ink painting for a while, but then felt a little boring.

This zombie disciple is too weak and cannot use his strength.

It seems that we have to select some strong ones among Zhang Quan's ancestors to practice their skills.

Step by step, step by step.

After he has mastered the method of manifestation and figured out the methods of the Zhang family full of zombies, he can then attack Zhang Quan's ancestor.

This way it's foolproof.

Zhang Quan's ancestor had the highest cultivation level and the strongest evil thoughts, so he must be a big zombie.

And after living for such a long time, there must be many tricks.

It is still somewhat risky to start with it now.

What's more, it still has so many "disciples and disciples" that it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. A group of zombies ran into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and Mo Hua couldn't cope with it.

Eat the food one bite at a time.

Mo Hua had made up his mind and planned to "eat" the first bite of rice.

This zombie disciple is no longer useful.

Ink painting intends to make the best use of everything.

He used a few more fireballs to blast the zombie into ashes.

The flying ashes dispersed, and the zombie's body and mind were destroyed, turning into gray, breath-like spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua opened his mouth and swallowed it all.

This zombie who only wanted to eat Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was eventually "eaten" by Mo Hua.

Its evil thoughts also strengthen the spiritual consciousness of ink painting.