Asking about longevity

The skinny old man suddenly felt an inexplicable panic.

But then, this panic disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that it was just a temporary illusion.

The old man felt relieved and suddenly felt sleepy. Thinking that it was already getting late and tomorrow would be another day of hard work and exhaustion, he wanted to squint his eyes and sleep for a while.

But in a daze, just about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt hungry in his belly. He couldn't help but take out a few Bigu Pills from the storage bag, put them into his mouth and chewed them...

But the ink painting on the side became more and more frightening as he looked at it.

Because he could see clearly that what this skinny old man was chewing was not Bigu Pill, but his own fingers!

He was putting his fingers into his mouth to chew!

His mouth was already bloody.

The white bones of the fingers have also been exposed.

At the same time, the middle-aged monk, who was not thinking at all, was taking out a knife and putting it on his neck.

Master Yun took out his sword and stabbed himself in the chest.

It’s a demon from the Taoist heart!

"Uncle wants to kill these three people!"

Mo Hua was in a hurry, and his mind immediately started to change. Thinking of the knowledge he had gained over the past few days about the "demon in the heart of the Tao", his eyes darkened, and with a few strokes of his hand, he changed the pattern of the warm fire array on the ground.

Once the warm fire array pattern is changed, it will immediately conflict and self-destruct in an instant.

With a "boom", the formation exploded, making a harsh sound.

At the same time, the flames rose to the ground, filling the air with a crimson color. In the dark night, it was extremely dazzling, blocking the trickster's sight and distracting him.

It also interrupted his Taoist demon cultivation.

After some shock, the three skinny old men came back to their senses, their eyes a little confused.

The skinny old man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that his fingers were covered in blood and flesh, and he could even see the stark white bones. He felt frightened in his heart.

"What's going on? What happened?"

He looked up and looked around, and happened to see the little kid opposite, looking at them with a slightly anxious expression. His little mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something, but he seemed to be afraid of something and did not make a sound.

The skinny old man endured the pain, frowned, and looked at it for a while, and then he could tell from the shape of the little kid's mouth what he was talking about.

He is saying two words:

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Go quickly?

The skinny old man was startled for a moment, then his eyes widened.

He recognized it!

This little kid is the little formation master from Nanyue City!

That is, Mr. Zhuang’s little apprentice!

He looked anxious now, silently reminding himself... leave quickly? !

The skinny old man's heart trembled, and chills surged into his heart like a tide. He immediately thought of the Taoist priest hiding in the shadows when he entered the door just now.

He wanted to turn around and look, but stopped looking.

His intuition of calculating cause and effect for many years told him that this person was treacherous and must not be looked at!

The skinny old man subconsciously touched the three-cai-yi-count copper coins in the storage bag, but when he touched them, he only felt they were scattered. After a slight rub, the old man's pupils trembled.

Broken? !

The copper coins that were easily counted by three talents... were completely broken? !

Even Sancai Yi could not resist the life-and-death crisis just now!

"Let's go!"

The skinny old man's somewhat trembling hands held the middle-aged monk and Master Yun tightly, with fear still in his eyes.

Young Master Yun and the middle-aged monk didn't know why. Just when they were about to ask something, the skinny old man shook his head.

The two of them were startled, and then they realized that their behavior was a little abnormal. There was something sinister and strange in this ruined temple, so they both nodded solemnly.

Without further ado, the three of them gathered their breath, stood up in a hurry, and left quietly without making any sound.

The deceitful man's eyes moved slightly, but until the three of them left, there was still no change. He just looked at Mo Hua meaningfully.

Mo Hua scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Master, I didn't learn the formation well and made a mistake..."

The trickster looked indifferent, obviously not believing Mo Hua's nonsense.

But he didn't say anything and closed his eyes again to rest.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Fortunately, the uncle was careful with himself and only used the simplest and most superficial "Tao Heart Demon Seed". Master Yun and the three of them did not cultivate the demon deeply.

Otherwise, if you really use the advanced method of "seeking demons", you will be in trouble.

Even if he wanted to save them, he would be powerless.

Seeing the three people walking away, Mo Hua felt relieved, but then he remembered what the old man said...

"Guixu Sky Burial..."

Guixu, what place is it?

What does sky burial mean?

What this involves is a huge opportunity? Is it an ancient secret? Is it an inheritance, a volume of skills, or...

A formation?

Mo Hua shook his head, confused.

"That's all, it's better not to aim too high..."

Master has said that this kind of opportunity involves too much cause and effect. If you are not careful, you will be killed. Now, it is better for me not to know.

Mo Hua nodded.

He lowered his head again and glanced at the Nuanhuo Formation, feeling extremely regretful.

The formation self-destructed, and the sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, wild fruits, and a big fish that I roasted were all charred and turned into a pile of black coal...

That big fish was almost ready to be grilled, and the aroma could already be smelled. However, after grilling for a long time, I didn’t even eat a bite...

"My fish..."

Mo Hua was a little heartbroken and couldn't help but sigh.

He drew another warm fire array, then took out the remaining sweet potatoes from the storage bag and continued to roast them as if no one was around...

…

The three skinny old men left the ruined temple in a hurry. Regardless of the night, they walked outside for an hour. They were far enough away before they stopped.

The back of the skinny old man was soaked with cold sweat.

The middle-aged monk took a breath and asked, "What happened?"

The skinny old man's hand was still bleeding.

He took out the medicinal powder, sprinkled it on his hands, and took a few pills internally, and his complexion became better.

Recalling the incident of the ruined temple, he was still a little frightened. He looked back at the two of them and said in a trembling voice:

"Three talents were easily counted and the copper coins were broken into pieces..."

"The three of us almost died..."

Master Yun was surprised.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "It's not that evil..."

"Do you remember that little kid warming himself by the fire in the ruined temple?"

"A little kid warming himself by the fire?"

The middle-aged monk was startled, frowned and thought back, then suddenly his expression changed and he remembered:

"He...he is that little formation master?!"

Master Yun also remembered, his eyes lit up, "It's Brother Xiao Mo!"

Then he muttered again: "Strange... Why couldn't I remember before?"

The skinny old man sighed:

"This little boy is probably that person's disciple. Although he is young, he is definitely extraordinary..."

"We were in the ruined temple, and unknowingly, we were possessed by inner demons..."

"It was this little kid who made a strange noise and woke us up."

"Later, it was him who reminded us to 'move quickly'..."

"Otherwise, we may be in a much worse situation this time..."

…

The middle-aged monk was a little surprised, "What danger is there in that ruined temple?"

The skinny old man also looked suspicious.

What is the danger?

Why do you have inner demons?

Was it the killer from that Taoist?

Why didn't any of them notice?

The skinny old man thought about it, and suddenly he was startled. He thought of the Taoist sitting in the corner of the ruined temple, covered by the shadow and unable to see clearly.

A title that cannot be mentioned appeared in his mind.

The skinny old man was shaking like a sieve.

"yes……"

"What is it?" the middle-aged monk asked curiously.

The skinny old man swallowed the word "Crooked Taoist" in his throat, and just said: "That man... is a Taoist..."

"Taoist?!"

The "Taoists" of the Demon Sect are not ordinary.

All of them are real, extremely vicious evil spirits!

The middle-aged monk looked solemn, but he was still curious, "Which Taoist is it?"

The skinny old man glanced at him coldly, "If I pronounce his name, the three of us will die, and the death will definitely be ugly!"

The scene of the ruined temple just now emerged again.

The middle-aged monk drew his sword and committed suicide, Master Yun committed suicide with his sword, and the skinny old man devoured his own flesh and blood...

When they thought of this, the three of them all turned pale.

The middle-aged monk did not dare to ask any more questions.

The skinny old man frowned and thought, and suddenly he had a clear understanding, and said in surprise: "Yes!"

The middle-aged monk was startled, "What's wrong?"

The skinny old man's mood was ups and downs, and he quickly said: "Do you still remember what I said after we entered Nanyue City and noticed that the corpses were all over the mountain?"

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, shook his head and said:

"You are so long-winded and talkative. You talk so much. How can I remember which sentence you said?"

But Master Yun was thoughtful, "Senior Wen, are you talking about...good luck?"

He vaguely remembered what the skinny old man said:

"These days, I occasionally feel a little frightened..."

"It seems that there is great terror on the road ahead. It is extremely dangerous and life and death are unpredictable."

"And if we can suppress the corpse mine and save the monks in Nanyue City or even a whole state, we may be able to form a good relationship and have a glimmer of hope in the future when we encounter a desperate situation of almost death..."

The skinny old man's eyes narrowed, "Now it seems that the cause and effect lies with this little kid!"

"If we were in Nanyue City back then, we hadn't helped, hadn't quelled the corpse chaos, hadn't formed this good relationship, and hadn't known this little kid..."

"Then today, if this little kid doesn't save us..."

"We will all die without a burial place!"

The middle-aged monk and Master Yun were shocked.

The skinny old man sighed with emotion, "Cause, good and evil, one drink and one peck. Mr. Zhuang gave us a chance to make a choice, which is equivalent to giving us a glimmer of hope..."

Mr. Zhuang...

The three of them felt both mysterious and complicated.

After a while, Master Yun thought of something and suddenly said urgently:

"If that Taoist is a big devil, then Brother Mo..."

The skinny old man shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Don't think about it, we can't even save ourselves, let alone think about saving that little kid..."

Master Yun looked ashamed.

The skinny old man consoled him:

"Don't worry, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, he should be fine..."

In the ruined temple, Mo Hua's eyes were shining, his face was flushed, and the scene of roasting fish and sweet potatoes over the fire came to mind again.

The skinny old man sighed in his heart.

As expected, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, and his character is indeed strong...

Walking with a big devil like... Taoist, you still have time to bake something to eat...

Moreover, even though he violated the taboo of the "Taoist" and saved the three of himself, the "Taoist" was not angry and even let them go...

The skinny old man felt a little weird.

Their lineage is proficient in heavenly secret algorithms, and they have always heard of that Taoist's evil reputation.

That Taoist was never easy to get along with.

I have never seen him be so "tolerant" or even "indulgent" to anyone...

The skinny old man sighed: "Ji people have their own destiny, we'd better... just go back."

Master Yun was still worried.

The middle-aged monk was stunned, "Go back? Where?"

The skinny old man said angrily: "Where did you come from, where are you going back!"

The middle-aged monk was anxious, "Where's the opportunity? Don't you want it anymore? We've been struggling for so long..."

The skinny old man sneered, "You still don't understand? This matter is no longer something we can get involved in..."

"In other words, it's not something we can get involved in!"

"We are just pawns to find out the news. Now that the news has been sent back, naturally there will be people from above to plan this matter."

"Sooner or later, the great mountains will turn into a slaughterhouse."

"If we stay any longer, we will really have no way out!"

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "Because of the Xuan Mo Ancestor?"

The skinny old man sighed: "More than..."

He looked back at the ruined temple, his eyes filled with gloom and fear.

"The arrival of Taoists means that the real demons of the devil's path are also coming..."

Although the demon sect was suppressed by the Taoist court and has been dormant for many years, it is powerful and powerful. Of course, it is impossible for the ancestor of Xuan Mo to be the only one in the Ascension Realm.

All three of them understand this.

But faced with the opportunity, the middle-aged monk was still a little hesitant.

The skinny old man snorted coldly, "I don't care if you leave or not, I'm leaving anyway."

The middle-aged monk was startled, then frowned and said: "How can you leave? We agreed, and I gave you a lot of spiritual stones..."

"I will return the spirit stone to you."

The middle-aged monk looked troubled and struggled in his heart for a long time before sighing: "Me neither, I can't bear to part with these spiritual stones..."

"That's all, let's go."

He also knew that with the old man's divination, he could avert danger along the way.

Without the old man, he might not be able to get out of Dali Mountain alive on his own.

He doesn’t want the spirit stone anymore, so he just wants to form a good relationship.

The middle-aged monk felt a little resentful, "I originally thought that I could get a chance and change my life. Now...well, I'd better go back to Qianzhou and be my teacher honestly..."

He followed the old man and walked back.

After several people walked a few steps, the skinny old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the ruined temple, bowed deeply and solemnly, and said sincerely in his heart:

"May all your misfortune be turned into good luck, little friend, and may your path be boundless!"

"If I have a chance, I will definitely repay this life-saving grace!"

Master Yun also bowed heartily.

The middle-aged monk also sighed, and although he was a little reluctant, he still bowed respectfully.

After that, the three of them gradually drifted away, leaving Dali Mountain and the land of right and wrong...

…

Ink painting is just the opposite.

Not only was he unable to leave, he had to follow the trickster step by step towards Lishan City and into the depths of this bloody storm.

After leaving the ruined temple, more than ten days passed before Mo Hua finally arrived in front of Lishan City.

At this time, he was still dozens of miles away from the mountain city, and he could see the bloody flags covering the sky and the monstrous sea of ​​blood from a distance.

Just like the scene he saw when he left Lishan City that day.

"Master..."

Mo Hua was worried, turned his head, and asked the trickster: "Uncle, do we want to enter the city now?"

The trickster looked blank.

Mo Hua was not surprised. He was used to it. As his uncle, he didn't like to talk much, especially not to himself.

Mo Hua doesn't care either.

When you can't change others, you have to learn to adapt to others.

He has learned to roughly understand what the trickster wants to say from his empty and cold face and his dark eyes.

Just like now, the uncle's face is dark and unhappy, which means:

"Not going into the city."

Mo Hua continued: "Not going into the city? Where are we going?"

The trickster glanced at Mo Hua with his dark eyes.

"Into the mountains?" Mo Hua tried.

The deceitful man's expression froze.

Mo Hua asked, "What are we doing in the mountains?"

The trickster's pupils darkened and his face became even darker.

Ink painting will make you understand.

The uncle wanted to shut up.

Mo Hua nodded, followed him obediently, and said nothing more.

The trickster did indeed lead him into the mountain and to a cliff.

This cliff is outside Lishan City.

The surrounding mountains and rocks are rugged and the vegetation is withered.

Mo Hua checked the map and found that according to the label on the map, this place was called "Deadwood Cliff".

There are green mountains and green grass all around, but here, not even a blade of grass grows.

Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, looked around, and found that the atmosphere in this place was isolated and seemed to contain a dark atmosphere, so the rocks were bare and lifeless.

"Master, why did you bring yourself here?"

Mo Hua glanced at the trickster.

The trickster ignored it and went straight to the bottom of the cliff.

Mo Hua was shocked, "Uncle, do you want to jump off the cliff?"

Then I saw the deceitful man, taking a step forward, causing the world to turn upside down and the mountains and rivers to hang upside down.

The cliff that was originally at the foot suddenly turned and floated in the sky, forming a huge stone hall. In the stone hall, the houses were dense and the shadows looked longingly.

Mo Hua was shocked, "Is this an illusion array?"

And it's almost fake, so it must be a second-grade or third-grade formation.

What is covered by this illusory formation is a demon palace?

Is this a demon cultivator's lair?

And it seems that this demon temple has existed for a long time. It seems that someone has built this demon cave on the dead wood cliff outside the Five Elements Sect very early.

The trickster glanced at the ink painting.

Mo Hua understood. The uncle was saying, "Follow me..."

Mo Hua nodded obediently and followed the trickster up the stone steps and walked into the Demon Palace.

Once you enter the devil's palace, it's bloody and gloomy.

And there are bursts of Yin Qi.

Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable, but what surprised him even more was that there were many demon cultivators inside.

Not only are there many of these demon cultivators with evil forms, but they also have extremely high cultivation levels. They are surrounded by demonic aura, and they are obviously cultivating superior demonic techniques.

And the knowledge of these demon cultivators is obviously much higher.

Some of the demon cultivators in the periphery showed disdain when they saw the trickster, and even looked fiercely and took the initiative to take action.

However, when the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace saw the trickster, most of them looked solemn and fearful, as if they could tell the trickster's identity.

The trickster looked indifferent and ignored their gazes.

And their eyes, either surprised, inquiring, or indifferent, all fell on Mo Hua...

It seems very strange, why is there such a child with a low level, no magic skills, a pure temperament, and an immature look next to the deceitful man?

Being stared at by all the demons, Mo Hua felt a little guilty.

However, he thought about it and felt that he could not lose the face of his master and "uncle master", so he pretended to be calm, raised his head and chest, but he still couldn't help but move closer to the trickster.

He felt that he would be safer around the trickster.

The trickster faced everyone's gaze, walked straight to the main hall, found a seat and sat down. Mo Hua stood beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle, what are we doing here?"

The deceitful man looked indifferent.

Mo Hua secretly stared at his face for a long time, but couldn't figure out what he wanted to say.

It was probably a long story and I couldn't explain it at the moment, so my uncle didn't want to say it anymore.

However, if the trickster doesn't say anything, other demon cultivators will still whisper.

Mo Hua listened secretly. After listening for a long time, he finally heard some key words:

Like the Dark Ancestor, the Demon Lord, the Venerable, the Patriarch, and...

The Wan Mo Gathering!

"The Ten Thousand Demons Association?"

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

A gathering of the old devil from the devil sect?

Uncle Master came to the upside-down Demon Palace on Deadwood Cliff to participate in the "Meeting of Ten Thousand Demons"?

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, a little scared, and whispered:

"Uncle, isn't it appropriate for me to participate in this 'Ten Thousand Demons Association'..."

I am a serious monk.

Not a little devil.

And only for refining qi.

Isn't it impolite to participate in this kind of gathering of big demons that is not suitable for my age, my level, and my identity?

The trickster's pupils turned black.

Mo Hua silently shut up.

But in his heart, he still kept thinking:

"This Ten Thousand Demons Association... was opened for what?"

"Could it be that it's aimed at Master?"

"What kind of demon cultivators will be participating in this Ten Thousand Demons Association? At least Jindan? Will the Xuansan from the Ascension Realm also come?"

"Is there a more powerful demon?"

"The trick...'Uncle Master', what plans does he have to join this Ten Thousand Demons Meeting?"

"Does he want to use the 'Ten Thousand Demons Association' to join forces with some Sanren, some venerable, or some demon ancestor to deal with the Dao Ting, plot against the master, and seize the so-called 'great opportunity'? "

"Will he... kill Master?"

When Mo Hua thought of this, he felt a little worried for a moment...

In the Demon Palace, it was dull, bloody and depressing.

Bones are used as beams, and human skin is used as painting.

As time goes by, more and more demons enter the Demon Palace, and the atmosphere in the Demon Palace becomes more and more solemn...

The ink painting also gradually changed from nervousness and anxiety to numbness and sleepiness.

Finally, he dozed off while standing on the stone chair held by the trickster.

I don't know how long it took, but a gust of cold wind blew by, and Mo Hua shuddered. As soon as he opened his eyes, his sleepiness disappeared.

At this moment, many people were already sitting in the Demon Palace.

They are said to be "human", but they don't even look like humans.

Some are half corpses and half demons, and some are like beasts and demons.

Even if there are some that look like humans, upon closer inspection they don’t seem to be human.

Some are as pale as dead people; some have beautiful faces and bright red lips and teeth; some have fat heads and big ears and are wrapped in pythons; some are as skinny as wood with magic patterns carved on their backs...

The entire Demon Palace is eerie and solemn, and you can hear a needle drop.

Deathly silence.

"The Ten Thousand Demons Association...has started?"

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart when he saw several figures slowly emerging above the main hall, on top of the towering seats with white bones and fangs.

The auras of these figures are extremely terrifying.

Like an abyss or an ocean.

Only a little bit of breath was revealed, but it was so oppressive that Mo Hua couldn't breathe.

And one of the figures is very familiar to the ink painting. It is the Xuan Mo Ancestor who sealed Lishan City with a sea of ​​blood and trapped the master in the Five Elements Sect with blood banners and hanging demon swords——

Xuan San people!

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and his eyes were shocked at the same time.

Then the few demon cultivators on the White Bones Throne who can be on an equal footing with the Xuan San people are all demon ancestors of the Ascension Realm? !

Another 6k today~