Asking about longevity

Mo Hua killed the zombie disciple, "ate" its evil thoughts, and began to meditate and refine.

Among the evil thoughts, there are some mottled memories.

It's all about refining, raising, and controlling corpses.

The Zhang family has been carrying on the secret business for generations, selling coffins openly and refining corpses secretly.

The same is true for this disciple.

He can also be regarded as Zhang Quan's ancestor.

But his talent was mediocre, he was just refining qi, and he had not been exposed to zombies for a long time before the corpse poison attacked his heart and became a zombie.

The Zhang family was afraid that he would be exposed, so they killed him and sealed his spiritual thoughts in the Patriarch Picture.

Like many other ancestors of the Zhang family.

When it is alive, it becomes a zombie, and after it dies, it remains a zombie, so the evil thoughts that manifest after death are also zombies.

The Zhang family itself is half human and half corpse.

The ink painting refined his evil thoughts, and at the same time, a cold, rotten, and deathly desire also polluted his consciousness.

A bloodthirsty desire arose in Mo Hua's heart.

It was as if he had become a zombie, hungry for flesh and blood, and wanted to choose people to eat.

When evil thoughts enter the mind, the ink painting immediately enters concentration, meditates quietly, and abandons distracting desires.

Mo Hua was not panicked.

As Mr. Zhuang said, every time evil thoughts enter the heart, it is a test of one's Taoist heart.

It is crucial for a monk to be able to uphold his original intention and stick to his Taoist heart amidst materialistic desires and evil desires.

Once the Taoist heart is lost and the original intention is lost, it is easy to make mistakes and deviate from the way of heaven.

People are not born immune to all evil.

The Taoist mind also needs to be exercised bit by bit.

Mo Hua plans to start with the evil thoughts from childhood, hone his will, and gradually gain enlightenment.

Little by little, strengthen your Taoist heart.

Until the future, no evil will invade.

Even if evil spirits enter the mind and demons confuse the mind, the mind is like a bright mirror, spotless.

The zombie disciples were quickly refined by Mo Hua.

Its slightly evil thoughts were also abandoned by the ink painting.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has also obviously increased.

This is the most obvious increase in Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness in the past few months.

But it's still not enough.

Mo Hua smacked his lips, feeling a little unfinished.

Zombie disciples only refine their Qi, but their spiritual thoughts are not strong. If they practice to eliminate evil thoughts, they will not gain much spiritual consciousness.

This bit of spiritual consciousness is not enough to fill the gap between teeth.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful and opened his eyes.

Bai Zisheng was staring at him with bright eyes. Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, he immediately asked:

"How about it?"

Mo Hua said: "It's okay."

Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:

"what's next?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "I'll take another look and you'll still be as I said before..."

"Yeah, yeah." Bai Zisheng nodded and said, "Knock you out, call me master, burn the pictures, and scatter the ashes..."

Although there are some differences from what Mo Hua said, it is still pretty much the same.

Mo Hua then carefully opened this picture. On the surface it was the "Picture of the Patriarch", but in fact it was a visualization picture of the "Picture of the Zombie".

He took another look.

There is also someone in the picture, looking back at him.

What was exposed was still a zombie face.

There were also zombies who left the table, jumped out of the painting, and jumped into the sea of ​​consciousness in the ink painting.

This time, two zombies were placed in the ink painting, and then the picture was closed again.

These two zombies are still just practicing Qi. As a person, they are disciples of the Zhang family. As a zombie, they are just walking corpses.

The two zombie disciples, after jumping into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, looked at each other with equally ecstatic expressions on their faces.

This sea of ​​consciousness is too broad.

The spiritual consciousness inside is too rich.

Enough for them to eat for a long time.

It is even possible to directly eat it to build a foundation!

Unexpectedly, for this young monk, within the sea of ​​​​consciousness, there is actually a treasure place for eating.

But it didn't take long for them to be happy.

A fireball technique roared over and exploded in an instant.

Directly blowing a zombie away, bright red flames burned its whole body, causing it to suffer and struggle on the ground.

The other zombie was stunned.

What was that just now?

Fireball?

Where does the fireball technique come from in the sea of ​​consciousness?

Soon it figured out where the fireball technique came from.

Because not far away, a little monk with picturesque features was looking at it with deep eyes, without any emotion or anger, and pointed at it with his little hands.

Before the zombie could react, a fireball condensed between the little monk's fingers.

This fireball is extremely fast, extremely accurate, and extremely cruel.

In an instant, he flew in front of it.

The dead white pupils of the walking corpse were filled with red firelight, and then the whole body was also blown away by the fireball technique. He fell to the ground, suffering from the pain of being burned by the fire.

The pain is very real.

The walking zombie almost forgot that he was already dead and no longer had a physical body.

It was terrified.

Who is this little monk?

Mo Hua was not going to talk nonsense.

Time is limited, decide quickly.

He won't play hide-and-seek this time. The zombies in the Qi refining stage can't find out the details of the ancestors of the Zhang family.

The ink painting was simple and crude, directly using the fireball technique to kill the two walking corpses.

After the blast, the evil thoughts are refined and the consciousness is enhanced.

After that, the ink paintings followed the same pattern, opening pictures to release corpses, blasting them with fireballs, and refining evil thoughts.

Although the evil thoughts of refining qi are not strong, they add up and add up. After "eating" a few walking corpses, Mo Hua felt that his consciousness had been significantly enhanced.

But it's still not enough.

This time he set his sights on the ancestors in the front row of the Zhang family.

The person who sits near the front is also ranked among the ancestors of the Zhang family, at least the elder of the Zhang family.

The elder's evil thoughts should also be stronger.

But how to lead them to your own sea of ​​consciousness?

Mo Hua thought for a while, his eyes brightened slightly.

He took out two pieces of paper, one covering the ancestors of the Zhang family, and the other covering the disciples and grandsons of the last family.

Only the middle row was left, the Zhang family monks who looked like elders.

Mo Hua randomly picked a person and stared at him.

After a few breaths, the "person" also turned his head and looked at Mo Hua.

Same zombie face.

He has an aquiline nose, slanted eyes, a sinister face, and an ashen complexion.

It's an iron corpse!

When it saw Mo Hua, it had a vicious look on its face, and then a greedy look flashed in its gray eyes. It only ducked and dived into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

After entering Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, Tie Shi was startled.

Even though it was an elder and had seen the world, it was still shocked by Mo Hua's sea of ​​knowledge.

Then Jie Jie laughed wildly.

Its laughter is hoarse, its throat broken, harsh and unpleasant.

Mo Hua, who was invisible next to him, nodded.

It seems that Elder Iron Corpse cannot see through his concealment...

Mo Hua picked up the stick again and crept behind the iron corpse. He raised the cudgel high and struck the iron corpse with a stick on his head.

The cudgel hit the iron corpse on the back of the head.

Mo Hua even heard a "dang" sound.

It was like the sound of iron weapons clashing.

Mo Hua's palms were also slightly numb from the shock.

The Iron Corpse Elder was also hit and staggered, his face was ferocious and a little dazed. He turned his head and looked even more surprised when he saw Mo Hua.

After a moment, it came back to its senses, its eyes becoming more greedy.

Looking at the ink painting is like looking at a thousand-year-old ginseng.

The ink painting is a bit of a pity.

It seems that Iron Corpse's strength is still very strong.

Sap doesn't do much damage.

This iron corpse elder has a solid figure, unlike ordinary walking corpses. When the stick is struck, his figure will be a little loose.

It was hit with a stick by Mo Hua, and it only staggered a few times. It looked painful, but it was not injured.

When the two of them confronted each other, neither of them made any move easily.

Elder Iron Corpse could not figure out the details of the ink painting. Although it coveted it, it was also wary.

He looked at the ink painting carefully and then looked around. Suddenly, he suddenly realized and said in a hoarse voice:

"I asked why, several disciples entered your sea of ​​consciousness but could not get out. It turned out that they were poisoned by you!"

Divine thoughts are manifested and spiritual consciousness is profound.

Even compared to this Iron Corpse Elder, he is not inferior.

Those Zhang family disciples who were in the walking corpse realm could not possibly be the opponent of this young monk.

There is nothing wrong with dying in his hands.

The ink painting is noncommittal.

Elder Iron Corpse's expression flashed sternly, "What crime do you deserve for killing my son of the Zhang family?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart:

"I not only want to kill your descendants of the Zhang family, but also your ancestors of the Zhang family..."

But on the surface, he just said indifferently:

"They wanted to eat me, and if I killed them, it would be their own fault."

Elder Iron Corpse sneered, "They just wanted to eat a few mouthfuls of your spiritual consciousness, but you killed them. At such a young age, your methods are too cruel."

Mo Hua was shocked, "Have you turned into a zombie and your brain has rotted? Can you say this?"

Elder Iron Corpse snorted coldly.

It was mentally calculating the strength of Mo Hua.

The manifestation of this little ghost's spiritual consciousness should be an innate talent.

But the battle of spiritual thoughts is not that simple.

Even if this kid has some talent, how can he compare with the Zhang family's hundreds of years of corpse technique?

With one or two young disciples, this kid might be able to pick up the pieces.

But since he was allowed in, this brat is a feast for all the disciples of the Zhang family!

Elder Iron Corpse looked at the fresh and lovely ink paintings and couldn't help but lick his tongue.

Mo Hua also understood its thoughts and snorted coldly in his heart:

“It’s still not certain who’s going to have the feast for whom?”

Elder Iron Corpse looked at the ink painting and couldn't bear it anymore.

It suddenly opened its big mouth, revealing its thick fangs. The fangs were tempered with rancid corpse poison, and its body turned into a line of blue light and bit directly towards the ink painting.

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Its attacks appear to be fast, but all its actions have already been discerned by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua used Water Step and calmly avoided Elder Iron Corpse's attack.

The Iron Corpse elder worked hard, changed his moves continuously, stretched out his sharp claws, and struck several times from different angles, but Mo Hua dodged them one by one.

In the end, Mo Hua even stepped on Elder Iron Corpse's head and retreated calmly.

Elder Iron Corpse was annoyed and angry.

How dare this little brat humiliate himself?

It made a gesture to pounce forward again, but found that the ink painting was far away, its finger was a little farther away, and the fire suddenly appeared.

A fireball came roaring.

Elder Iron Corpse's pupils shrank, and he only had time to fold his arms and block him in front of him.

Then the fireball technique exploded in front of it.

The clothes on both arms were burned, revealing iron-green, death-like arms.

The iron arm was burnt black.

There were tongues of fire licking around him.

Elder Iron Corpse took a breath of cold air.

Fireball?

How can it be?

How can spiritual consciousness be condensed into magic?

It realized something was wrong...

This kid was not able to manifest his spiritual consciousness simply because of good luck or good innate talent.

He must have the inheritance of the spiritual mind method!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, magic is manifested.

This method is extremely clever. It has been parasitic in the picture for so long and has eaten so many monks' spiritual consciousness. It has never been seen before, and it is even unheard of.

Even the ancestors may not have known about this method.

Elder Iron Corpse was afraid.

"We need to take a long-term approach..."

It would be unwise to fight this brat alone.

It is necessary to gather the strength of the entire Zhang family to find another plan to kill this brat and then share his consciousness.

If there is a chance, take away his inheritance again!

The strength of the Zhang family will definitely increase greatly!

Elder Iron Corpse had made up his mind, so he decided to retreat.

Mo Hua instantly understood its thoughts.

Since he wants to run away, Mo Hua won't be polite.

He used the Water Prison Technique with his backhand to control the Iron Corpse, and then fired the Fireball Technique frequently, one after another, and the blazing flames directly engulfed the Iron Corpse Elder.

After a while, the fire faded and smoke spread everywhere.

Elder Iron Corpse roared angrily and stepped out of the fire smoke.

It has red eyes, a huge body, and a livid and black complexion. It has obviously turned into a corpse, and its overall strength has increased.

"Kid, you pissed me off!"

The iron corpse elder turned into a corpse and became angry.

But for ink painting, there is actually no difference.

He still used the Water Prison Technique to control it, and then used the Fireball Technique to kill him.

Elder Iron Corpse had nowhere to use its strength and could only let the ink painting suppress it. Knowing that something was wrong, it tried its best to withstand the impact of the fireball explosion and rush to the front of the ink painting.

But when he looked up, there was no one in front of him.

Mo Hua had already used Water Step to retreat calmly, regained the distance, then used the Water Prison Technique to control it, and then used the Fireball Technique to blast...

Amidst the flames, Elder Iron Corpse's face was ferocious, his figure was wretched, and he was frightened in his heart.

I have lived for so many years and eaten so many monks, but I am actually no match for this little monk?

I was actually suppressed by his spell and was unable to fight back?

Can you just be like a sandbag, immobilized by a spell and then beaten while hanging?

Elder Iron Corpse was in disbelief.

Mo Hua also frowned.

It seems...cannot be killed.

After this iron corpse was further transformed into a corpse, its skin and flesh were too hard.

Fireball alone can suppress and defeat it, but it is difficult to kill.

If you use it so hard, you may run out of consciousness and the power of your spells will weaken, and it will find an opportunity to escape.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, "We must find a way to kill it."

Elder Iron Corpse also understood this truth.

It is not Mo Hua's opponent, so it can only resist Mo Hua's fireball technique and minimize the damage. Only when Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is exhausted can it have a chance to escape or even fight back.

Suppressing it with magic like this will consume a lot of spiritual consciousness.

This kid can't hold on for long...

Sure enough, the fireball technique stopped after a moment.

Elder Tie Zhi was ecstatic. When he raised his head, he saw Mo Hua closing his eyes and concentrating, not knowing what he was doing.

Elder Iron Corpse was startled.

What does this kid mean?

Lost your mind? Or gave up?

Or maybe God realized something was wrong?

Should he run away first, or pounce on him and kill him?

It hesitated for a moment and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The aura around him seemed to have changed.

Elder Iron Corpse suddenly looked down, and saw that at some point, many light blue, fine spiritual power hairsprings appeared under his feet. These hairsprings were winding, flowing on their own, and connected to form mysterious lines.

Elder Iron Corpse's eyes widened.

What is this?

Seeing that the opportunity was bad, it tried to run away, but it was already too late.

The first formation of the ink painting has been completed.

This is a golden lock formation.

The light blue spiritual power formed a formation on the ground, and then emitted golden light, condensing into chains of spiritual power, locking the elder Iron Corpse in place.

Elder Iron Corpse tried several times but could not break free.

And after a while, the second formation was also drawn.

This is a molten formation.

The moment the formation pattern was formed, the light blue spiritual power emitted a dazzling red light, and the ground turned into a sea of ​​fire, like a flaming furnace, trapping the Iron Corpse elders and burning them.

Elder Iron Corpse was terrified.

Formation?

Is this kid an array master?

But formation master, is this how you draw formations?

Without a pen or ink, how can you condense the formation so quickly with just your spiritual thoughts?

The formation adheres to the way of heaven and has the greatest impact on divine thoughts.

What's more, it's such a realistic and powerful formation.

Elder Iron Corpse trembled in his heart.

"It's over, the sewer has capsized."

It was just hungry for a long time, and it wanted to come out to eat something, but was roasted by a kid who didn't know where it came from, setting up a formation?

The world of cultivation is so damn dangerous!

A little devil is so dangerous.

When death was imminent, Elder Iron Corpse wanted to try his best to struggle one more time.

For a moment, it broke free from the golden lock formation, but was held in place by Mo Hua's water prison technique. After a moment, the spiritual power on the golden lock formation recovered again, turning into a golden lock, locking it firmly.

The furnace-like molten fire array was burning its body all the time.

If a dull knife cuts flesh, sooner or later it will be finished.

Elder Iron Corpse felt despair.

Mo Hua looked at Elder Iron Corpse from the side and suddenly said curiously:

"Your method of corpse transformation was passed down from your ancestors?"

Elder Iron Corpse gritted his teeth and said:

"So what?"

"Do you have any other means?" Mo Hua asked.

Elder Iron Corpse was angry and speechless.

"You have no other means, you will die here today." Mo Hua reminded with "kindness".

Elder Iron Corpse was so angry that he could not speak.

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought.

This Elder Iron Corpse seems to be really at his wits end and has no other means.

Mo Hua felt a little pity and a little disappointed:

"Your ancestors just passed on this little thing to you?"

Elder Iron Corpse sneered: "Of course it's impossible. My ancestors have many tricks. How can you be a little..."

As it was talking, it suddenly stopped, and then it was suddenly startled.

Is this kid trying to trick me?

What does he mean?

What does he want to know?

Ancestors...

He wanted to find out the methods of his ancestors. Could it be that... he was playing tricks on his ancestors?

Elder Iron Corpse was terrified.

No, not possible.

How could he be a brat...

Elder Iron Corpse was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed shock.

No, it's possible!

With this kid's incredible ability in the sea of ​​consciousness, it is really possible to murder our ancestors!

If he really succeeds and finds out the ancestor's methods, then the ancestor, the ancestor...

The ancestor is in danger!

Elder Iron Corpse's heart trembled.

Mo Hua saw that his thoughts were seen through, and he couldn't help but regretted:

"It's nice to be a fool."

If you have figured everything out, I can only kill you.

Although Mo Hua didn't originally intend to let him live.

Mo Hua stopped rambling and concentrated on activating the formation, directly refining the frightened Iron Corpse Elder, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

The Iron Corpse Divine Sense is much stronger.

After the ink painting is swallowed, it will not be completely refined for the time being. It is estimated that it will take a few days to slowly refine it.

Some evil thoughts occasionally emerge from the bottom of my heart.

I can only meditate on ink painting from now on, and gradually calm down the evil thoughts in my heart.

After exiting the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked at the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family.

There are many zombies, several iron corpses, and Zhang Quan’s ancestors in the picture.

Come one by one...

No one can escape!

I just don’t know if my spiritual consciousness will directly reach the thirteenth line after "eating" one pot after another...

Mo Hua couldn't help but think about it.

Bai Zisheng saw this and asked, "Are you... okay?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."

Bai Zisheng frowned, "Something is wrong..."

Bai Zixi's eyes were like water, and she also stared at the ink painting for a while, and said doubtfully:

"Why does your face look so evil?"

Mo Hua rubbed his face and said, "You have to digest something bad after eating it."

This chapter is a bit long, over 5k words, and I wrote it a little late~