Asking about longevity

The night was dark and the side room was dead silent.

In the empty room, Yu'er was still curled up and trembling, her little face full of fear and pale.

The surroundings are gloomy with ghosts, demons dancing wildly, and the black water is turbid and dotted with scarlet. It is like purgatory, but ordinary monks cannot see it at all.

Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yu'er, looking calmly, looking directly at the group of monsters.

There was a hint of scorn in his eyes, as if he was provocative.

The demon was angry, and the deformed demon heads and ghost faces looked hungry and drooled. They stared at the ink painting, but they seemed to dare not act rashly.

They seemed to be praying for permission from something.

Suddenly a strange voice sounded.

It was eerie and cold, yet seemed to contain supreme majesty.

This group of demons were evil and looked in awe, but their expressions could not conceal their excitement.

It was as if someone told them, "It's time to eat..."

This group of monsters immediately roared ferociously, turned into balls of dirty wind, and rushed toward Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

The ink painting stood "dumbly", letting the demon turn into black water-like shadows and penetrate into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The demon entered Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, and the gloomy atmosphere in the room gradually disappeared.

The fear on Yu'er's face gradually disappeared, and her little hands and feet stopped struggling and gradually settled down.

But Mo Hua's face was covered with a layer of gloom, his eyes were blank, and his hall was dark.

Within a moment, Mo Hua fell to the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua's spiritual mind incarnates and opens his eyes at the same time.

The sight was gloomy, with the turbid and rotten black water spreading, polluting most of the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the black water, there were dozens of ugly and deformed monsters that were neither humans nor monsters, clustered together densely.

Their pupils were huge and red, looking at the ink paintings, with thick saliva dripping from the corners of their ferocious mouths.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the ink painting, there seems to be a demon festival and a feast of ghosts.

The sacrifices of the festival are ink paintings.

At least in the eyes of these monsters.

Mo Hua, who was originally sitting in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly stood up.

He did not deliberately restrain his breath. After a "qualitative change", a deep and condensed breath, as pure as spirit and as fresh as blood, rippled out.

All the demons suddenly lost their voices.

They opened their eyes wide in disbelief, but in an instant, all the deformed eyes showed fanaticism and screamed desperately.

They roared incomprehensibly.

Mo Hua couldn't understand, but with the help of divine calculations, he vaguely "heard" two words from these fanatical and noisy roars:

"God... fetus."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.

Divine fetus?

What's the meaning?

"Do these demons regard me as a 'divine fetus'? Or do they want to use me to feed the 'divine fetus'?"

"Is this divine fetus the fetus of divine consciousness, or..."

"The fetus of the evil god..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

On the other side, dozens of demons were looking at the ink paintings with uncontrollable hunger and thirst.

But they all restrained their greed and seemed to be waiting for orders.

Suddenly, a strange murmuring sound sounded, whether it was a human or a demon.

Like the whisper of the Nine Nether Purgatory.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, there was silence for a moment, and then there was greater restlessness.

Mo Hua knew that these monsters seemed to have received permission from a certain existence, and they couldn't wait to start "dining"...

The fishy wind suddenly became violent.

Several demons, like wild horses running wild, used their hands and hooves together and their ugly teeth to bite at the ink painting.

Leading the way is a dog-headed man with his arms turned upside down and four "hoofs" parallel to each other, like a monster that has been "cut" and pieced together.

In the blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon was close to Mo Hua.

It opened its bloody mouth and suddenly bit into Mo Hua.

But where the fangs bite, light blue water stains emerge, and the ink painting body is like passing water, both real and illusory, drifting away.

A fleeting step!

The dog-headed demon's eyes darkened, and he used his hands and feet to twist his head. His fangs were fierce and he bit at Mo Hua again, but during the bite, Mo Hua dodged him again.

The masterful ink painting of Shi Shui Bu has a calm look on his face, and he obviously doesn't take this monster seriously.

The dog-headed demon bared its teeth and roared, continuing to kill.

But no matter how fast it is, how fiercely it pounces, how ferociously it screams, it can't even touch the corner of Mo Hua's clothes.

The dog-headed demon was extremely angry, with a pair of vertical pupils that opened wider and wider, bloodshot and ferocious, and the corners of his eyes were cracked.

The evil spirit on its body was surging, and then it opened its fangs, revealing its bloody mouth, and desperately attacked Mo Hua to kill him.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm, his footwork changed, and he turned around lightly to avoid the bite.

At the same time, Mo Hua turned sideways to accumulate strength, clenched his five fingers slightly into a small fist, concentrated his mind, and punched out!

Taking advantage of the compression of the eighteen lines, the power of the fifteen lines of spiritual thought was promoted after the qualitative change.

Just one punch, so powerful!

Directly blasted the demon's dog head!

The head of the dog-headed demon was crushed by the power of divine thoughts attached to Mo Hua's fist, and was directly destroyed. It exploded into a puddle of black water and splashed several feet away.

All the monsters, with their pupils shrunk, are all afraid.

The ink painting is smiling.

really!

The quality of spiritual consciousness has changed, becoming as condensed as mercury and extremely tough.

It means...

His "flesh" in the spiritual sense is very powerful.

In reality, he was born weak and weak in blood.

But in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, his spiritual "physical body" is indestructible and tyrannical. He can even get up close and fight with these ferocious demons!

These demons were born from evil thoughts, but their bodies were soaked in black water like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, so the demonic shadows condensed slightly and had a slight "qualitative change".

This "qualitative change" makes them very different from ordinary evil spirits.

But the spiritual thoughts in the ink painting are compressed by the eighteen patterns of spiritual consciousness. After being reconstructed by the mysterious sky formation, even the hair is as condensed as mercury.

These demons themselves are just like "atomized" evil thoughts stained with some black water.

But the spiritual thoughts in the ink painting are like being cast by mercury.

His "qualitative change" is far superior to these monsters!

Therefore, the strength of divine thoughts alone is enough to crush these monsters.

This is the reconstruction of the sea of ​​consciousness in Tianyan Jue and the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts!

It is also true, divine knowledge and enlightenment!

Mo Hua looked excited, but then he felt a little regretful.

There is something not so good about this qualitative change in spiritual consciousness...

Mo Hua discovered that since his spiritual consciousness was compressed, reconstructed, and qualitatively changed, his spiritual incarnation seemed to "not grow up"...

He is now fifteen years old. In reality, he has obviously grown up a bit.

But the appearance in the sea of ​​consciousness is still the same as when he was building the foundation. His small arms and legs look very "childish".

The heart of the Tao is like a child, and the mind of the mind remains original.

Although it is a good thing that the spirit remains unchanged and the original intention is adhered to, the ink painting is still a bit unsatisfactory.

However, there are always some drawbacks to any exercise.

The incarnation of spiritual consciousness is hidden from others, so it doesn't matter such a small thing.

After the dog-headed demon died suddenly, the other demons were frightened, but they were also stimulated and aroused their ferocity. After a while, they became even more fearless and rushed towards Mo Hua.

The ink painting looked excited, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Although he was only in the sea of ​​consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of "incomparable physical body".

The demons are approaching, killing and biting, and there are gusts of fishy wind.

The ink painting is surrounded by light blue water shadows. In the fight between the demons, it dodges and moves with ease. Once it seizes the opportunity, it will punch.

There's nothing that can't be solved with one punch.

If so, give it two punches.

And the more you play with Mo Hua, the happier you become, and the more you play, the more proficient you become, with various methods emerging one after another.

A horse-faced demon was accidentally caught by Mo Hua and punched through the chest.

A bull-headed demon, Mo Hua used both hands to break off its two horns.

A demon with a wolf body fell from the sky by Mo Hua, and his waist was trampled...

Some of them had their necks broken, their front teeth smashed, their tails torn off, their spines broken by his kicks, their heads blown off...

After all, Mo Hua is not a real physical practitioner and has never learned formal martial arts, so he can only use simple and unpretentious moves to deal with these monsters.

One move after another, extremely superficial.

There’s no technique, it’s all strength.

Relying on the tyranny of his spiritual consciousness, he was "powerful enough to make bricks fly", punching and kicking, and crushing these evil demons with force.

The powerful "physical body" of spiritual thoughts, coupled with the exquisiteness of the water-passing step, as well as the sharp spiritual consciousness, clear perception, and control of the fighter plane.

These demons are no match for Mo Hua whenever they get close.

The ink painting kills all directions, majestic and makes the demons tremble.

Suddenly, a vicious water arrow came through the air and hit Mo Hua's shoulder, breaking his robe made of spiritual thoughts.

The water arrow is soaked in rotten water, as if it contains vicious evil thoughts, which can corrode people's hearts and minds.

Under Mo Hua's white and tender skin, there was indeed a trace of dark spots and some black blood flowing out.

Mo Hua frowned, a little unhappy.

He had just hit the flesh with his fists, and he was punching happily. He was a little careless, but he didn't expect to be hurt by the demon's cold arrows and the evil rotten water arrows.

Mo Hua turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw that there were indeed several snake-headed monsters in the distance, with their hands forming a seal, their eyes sinister, and they were spitting out letters.

This rotten water arrow is the evil magic they cast.

One of them had narrow pupils and a sinister smile on his face. It was obviously the one who had shot the rotten water arrow that attacked Mo Hua just now.

Mo Hua was closely surrounded by a group of demons, which happened to be hiding in the distance and attacked insidiously.

The sneak attack was successful, and the snake-headed demon was so proud that he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

But just as it was mid-laughing, a fireball came quickly and exploded its snake head instantly.

The snake demon died immediately, its head was blown away, and its body slowly fell down.

The ugly laughter stopped abruptly.

The other snake monsters were panicked.

Of course, ink painting will not let them go.

How dare you make a sneak attack!

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, his fingers clicked frequently, and he used the fireball technique.

The second-level fireball technique, with blazing flames, like lava, struck one after another, drawing out streaks of fire, swiftly and accurately, killing all the monsters in the distance with snake heads, spells, and long letters. All had their heads shot.

The surrounding demons want to stop Mo Hua.

But the ink painting step of passing water is exquisite, enough to easily avoid the attacks of demons.

The fireball technique is very fast, and it can be formed into a spell between lightning and flint, and it can condense into a fireball.

They can't stop it at all.

If you are not careful, Mo Hua's little fist will seize the flaw and blast through the chest, killing you instantly.

Some ranged monsters want to escape.

Mo Hua will use the Water Prison Technique to trap him first, and then use the Fireball Technique to kill him...

Being a little angry because of the sneak attack, Mo Hua stopped being polite and used both fists and kicks, as well as spells.

One punch and one kick, one water and one fire.

With the blessing of the power of the fifteen-grain transformation spirit, Mo Hua began to "slaughter" this group of ferocious demons.

But as he continued to kill, Mo Hua frowned.

He felt that he had killed a lot, but the number of demons did not seem to decrease much...

"Something weird..."

Mo Hua did not stop, but at the same time he also released his consciousness and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression was shocked.

It's black water!

This black water is thick and filthy, and can corrode the mind, as if it has given birth to something terrible.

And these monsters and ghosts are all hatched from the black water.

Every time he kills a demon, these demons will be swallowed up by the black water again, and then reassembled with human or demon body parts to hatch an even stranger demon.

If this continues, no matter how strong your spiritual will is, it will be consumed little by little.

But these monsters, relying on the black water to regenerate, can be endless.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little dangerous.

On the other side, seeing the countless monsters he had hatched being slaughtered by Mo Hua as if they were "stinky fish and rotten shrimps", there seemed to be a burst of anger in the black water.

The coldness came and the fishy wind blew.

The black water trembled, rolled, and beat, as if it was undergoing the pain of "childbirth".

Above the black water, black mist surged out and condensed together, like a huge, evil embryo, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Ink painting was discovered at the moment when the "embryo" of black water condensed.

He focused his eyes, pointed his fingers frequently, and used the fireball technique one after another, rolling in fierce fire, and attacking the huge black water embryo.

Heishui trembled, seeming a little afraid.

There was a rapid strange roar.

The surrounding demons obeyed the orders and rushed towards the fireball like moths to the flame. They used their bodies to resist the attack of the ink-painting fireball technique, desperately trying to save the embryo.

The demons near Mo Hua also roared and killed towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was temporarily involved and had no time to care.

And a dozen breaths later, the black water trembled, the black mist surged and swelled, and in a breath, a huge demon hatched from it.

Its whole body was immersed in black water, its aura was violent and greedy, it had no arms or legs, and it didn't even have a body, only a huge head.

Black and dirty, with windy ears, a thick and long nose, and long fangs.

This is a "pig-headed devil".

The black turbid water hatched a huge pig-headed demon, which wanted to swallow the ink painting once and for all, and then corroded and digested it with black water!

As soon as the pig-headed demon was born, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were blood red, his mouth was drooling, and his pupils turned irregularly before focusing on Mo Hua.

The air around him suddenly became oppressive.

The demon on the side also looked frightened, as if he was frightened by the "pig-headed demon".

At this moment, the murderous intention suddenly became stronger.

The pig-headed demon suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the ink painting directly at an astonishing speed.

The demons along the way were swallowed whole by it, even if they were not in a hurry to dodge.

Mo Hua looked calm and hummed softly:

"Want to eat me?"

He stretched his little hand forward, and golden patterns suddenly appeared on the ground, forming golden chains, layered on top of each other, like a prison.

The three lotus golden locks formed again, and the golden light was condensed in an instant.

Halfway through the charge, the pig-headed demon was bound by the golden lock formation, and its forward charge came to an abrupt halt.

The golden chains formed by Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts and with the help of formations were deeply cut into its flesh. No matter how it screamed and struggled, it could not break free, let alone get closer to Mo Hua.

Instead, Mo Hua dodged and rode on top of the pig-headed demon.

He first held the fangs of the pig-headed demon with both hands, tightened his little face, and pulled it out with all his strength, directly pulling out the pig fangs, with the skin and flesh still attached, and withdrew the "bloody" black water .

Heart-rending pig sounds sounded.

Mo Hua ignored it and after pulling out one root, he pulled out another one.

After pulling out the two sticks, Mo Hua still clenched his small fist, rode on the pig-headed demon's head, and punched the pig-headed demon on the head with a "clang" sound.

"Make you want to eat me!"

The pig-headed demon was tied to death by the golden lock formation, and was suppressed by Mo Hua riding on his head, unable to move at all.

The other demons, intimidated by the momentum of the ink painting, also showed fear and did not dare to step forward.

Mo Hua became more and more proud, and his fists rained down. With the power of the qualitative transformation of his spiritual consciousness, he blasted the pig-headed demon until his skin and flesh were torn apart, and there was even a faint sound of cracking bones...

I don't know how long I was beaten, but I heard a loud "bang".

The pig-headed demon was also "exploded" by the ink painting.

Its demonic body could not be condensed and turned into a thick black mist transformed by divine thoughts.

After the black mist dispersed, it regrouped and shrank backwards, wanting to return to the black water and breed the demons again.

Mo Hua refused to give in.

He opened his mouth wide and took a sudden breath.

The black mist that he beat to disperse was involuntarily pulled and pulled, and finally unable to resist, it was all sucked into Mo Hua's mouth and swallowed into his stomach.

This change happened in the blink of an eye.

All the demons stood stunned on the spot, their whole bodies trembling, their eyes filled with great terror.

These monsters...were eaten by "people"...

Looking at the ink paintings with innocent faces and a hint of childishness, these demons couldn't tell who was the real "demon"...

After "swallowing" the ink painting of the pig-headed demon, black spots began to appear on his body, and evil thoughts began to invade his body.

However, the ink painting has been in battle for a long time and has "eat" many evil thoughts, so these evil thoughts cannot stain his Taoist heart.

The reconstruction of his consciousness changed qualitatively.

These black water stains cannot hurt his consciousness.

In just a few breaths, the evil turbidity of the black mist was refined away.

The body of spiritual thoughts painted in ink is also as clear as water and intact as before.

At the same time, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has also grown further. On the basis of the fifteen lines, he has made a step forward, and is only a hair away from the sixteen lines.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is deathly silence.

The once arrogant and ferocious demons and ghosts now have trembling limbs and twitching eyelids, and they even dare not look at the ink paintings anymore.

Mo Hua smacked his lips, a little unfinished.

"Pork head meat is not very tasty..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the other monsters...