Asking about longevity

The fire Buddha's face was bloodless.

A hole was opened in his chest.

But after all, its cultivation is at the pinnacle of foundation building, and it has abandoned the human form. Its body is like a demon, and its flesh and blood can be regenerated.

On its black chest, the flesh and blood squirmed and began to slowly heal again.

But the next moment, Fire Buddha's pupils shrank.

Its flesh and blood, halfway through squirming, became completely dead and unable to heal at all.

It seemed that the life force was completely burned by the fused fire spiritual power, and the evil power in it was also burned to death from the "spiritual power" level.

Fire Buddha's pupils trembled.

"What kind of spell is this?"

At the same time, the weak flame produced by the small fireball of fusion completely dissipated.

There are two evil weapons "hearts" exposed in the chest of the Fire Buddha.

This is the core of Fire Buddha's Fire Forbidden Technique, the embryo of his natal magic weapon that he nourished, and the basis for his promotion to the Golden Elixir.

These two hearts are extremely precious demonic weapons.

But now, these two hearts were blasted into darkness and dim by that unknown and terrifying spell.

Even if it trembles, it is weak.

Fire Buddha was extremely frightened.

If you don't replenish your flesh and blood and nourish the two magic weapon embryos, not only will you be able to break through the golden elixir in this life, but you may even die in this Qingcheng Mountain.

The Fire Buddha's palms were trembling, and he wanted to take out more pills...

At this moment, Gu Changhuai, who had come back to his senses from the shock caused by the incredible spell just now, used his remaining spiritual power and immediately made up two wind blades with his quick eyes and quick hands.

These two wind blades followed the hole opened in the ink painting, went straight to the fire Buddha's heart, and hit the heart of one of the dim evil weapons.

The heart of the evil weapon, which was already bearing the huge spiritual energy produced by the collapse of the spell and the fusion of spiritual energy, and was on the verge of being broken, was finally overwhelmed, and with a "creep" sound, several cracks appeared.

Then there were more and more cracks.

Until it is completely broken...

Fire Buddha's elixir was still in his hand, looking a little unbelievable.

After a moment, the panic on his face dissipated.

His face became compassionate again.

It even contains a hint of confusion and relief.

He tried his best to look back and took one last look at the ink painting.

"It turns out... I will really... die in the hands of this brat..."

Then his eyes slowly closed.

The evil heart, which was out of balance, collapsed irreversibly.

The evil force is out of control and runs retrograde in the flesh and blood meridians.

The Fire Buddha's entire body was filled with evil fire, and he burned himself. His flesh and blood swelled and deformed...

Gu Changhuai's pupils trembled and his heart sank.

The evil power is out of control, and the flesh and blood explode? !

not good!

In the flash of lightning and flint, Gu Changhuai glanced at the ink painting behind the Fire Buddha, and "tsk" in disgust, he flashed in front of the ink painting and threw the ink painting to the ground.

Mo Hua felt that he was protected by a "big human shield".

Then a deafening explosion sounded in his ears.

The sound waves are violent and the spiritual power fluctuates violently.

The self-exploding evil fire carried powerful destructive power and spread instantly like a raging fire wave.

The trees turned into fly ash, and the rocks turned into powder.

The ground was scorched black.

After an unknown amount of time, the explosion subsided.

Mo Hua then opened his eyes.

He found that the valley had been devastated and completely bare.

But all the damage was borne by Uncle Gu...

I'm fine.

Mo Hua shook Gu Changhuai and found that Gu Changhuai had passed out and there was no response no matter how hard he shook him.

Mo Hua reluctantly got up and was shocked when he saw Gu Changhuai's back covered with scars and bleeding.

"Uncle Gu!"

Mo Hua said anxiously.

"Uncle Gu, are you going to die?"

"Uncle Gu, you are a golden elixir after all..."

"Uncle Gu, you can't be so useless!"

"Uncle Gu, please be more angry..."

Gu Changhuai finally made some movement. His breath was vague and his voice was low, but he still gritted his teeth and said to Mo Hua:

"Shut up!"

If you keep talking, you will be pissed to death by this kid even if you are not dead!

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

not dead!

It's okay if you have a breath.

He immediately started to rummage through his storage bag, but as he rummaged through it, he realized that he didn't have any good stuff.

Mo Hua began to look through Gu Changhuai's storage bag again.

Gu Changhuai is the son of the Gu family, a Daoting Sidian, and a golden elixir monk. There should be high-grade elixirs in his storage bag.

After flipping through the ink paintings for a while, he took out a bunch of bottles and cans from Gu Changhuai's storage.

The ink paintings are screened one by one.

Some are supposed to stop bleeding, some are supposed to replenish qi, some are supposed to remove fire poison, and some are supposed to protect the meridians, protect the sea of ​​qi, and protect life...

I have learned these things in the elixir class and ink painting.

He put together some pills that could be distinguished and had clear effects;

There are also some that are hard to distinguish, but are useful for injuries;

As well as some elixirs that were indistinguishable but could not kill people, they were all stuffed into Gu Changhuai's mouth.

Although these elixirs have complex ingredients, they may be accidentally used and can be useful for Uncle Gu's injuries.

Anyway, the worst case scenario is the same as not taking the elixir.

After a while, Mo Hua asked softly:

"Uncle Gu, are you alive?"

Gu Changhuai spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't know whether it was from anger or from the congestion caused by the elixir taking effect.

His breath also became smoother.

"Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet..." Gu Changhuai said indifferently.

Mo Hua was completely relieved.

He picked up Gu Changhuai's storage bag again, found a summons from it, looked through the records, and found that it should be someone in charge of the Gu family, so he sent a message:

"The Fire Buddha is dead!"

"Qingcheng Mountain, Guantou Eye, the valley on the right, come quickly!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Hua looked back at Fire Buddha.

The Fire Buddha's evil weapon was out of balance, and the evil power got out of control and exploded. It was so powerful that there really wasn't even any "scum" left.

Pity……

Mo Hua frowned. He still had many things he wanted to ask Fire Buddha.

Why did everyone destroy Xie's family?

Is it just for the purpose of cultivating evil spirits?

After destroying Xie's entire family, what exactly did he do?

Who was the Demon Temple built for?

Who is the worshiped lord?

…

Now that Fire Buddha is dead, these doubts are no longer known.

But it would be better for him to die, to die in peace, so as not to cause trouble to the world again.

For other things, you can just check it out later...

Mo Hua glanced at the "no bones left" Fire Buddha again and sighed.

Killing this Fire Buddha is really hard work.

Fortunately, I still killed him.

After that, Mo Hua set up some formations on the spot, keeping an eye on Uncle Gu's vitality to prevent him from "sudden death", while quietly waiting for someone to come over.

After a while, someone came over.

It's Gu An and Gu Quan.

When they saw Gu Changhuai looking miserable, bloody and dying, they were frightened to death.

"Still alive!" Mo Hua said.

Gu An and Gu Quan were relieved.

Mo Hua then said: "Call a few alchemists to come over and give him first aid. If everything is OK, we will send Uncle Gu back home to rest."

Gu An and Gu Quan cupped their hands and said, "Yes, young master!"

After the battle of destroying the devil's cave, the status of Mo Hua, a small formation master, in their hearts has risen rapidly, and now it is only a little lower than their young master.

Gu An immediately called someone via a summons.

"Young Master..."

Gu Quan hesitated for a while, looked around, then looked at the ink painting, frowned and said:

"What on earth happened here..."

Why has the entire valley changed? Will Young Master be so seriously injured? Is the Fire Buddha really dead?

Gu An and Gu Quan looked confused.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then said:

"The Fire Buddha wanted to kill me, so I fled into the mountains. Uncle Gu came to save me, and then he tried his best to kill the Fire Buddha and was seriously injured himself!"

Gu An and Gu Quan nodded in disbelief...

"remember!"

Mo Hua's little face said seriously: "Uncle Gu alone tried his best to kill the evil Fire Buddha!"

"When people come later, you can spread the word about this!"

Gu An and Gu Zong looked at each other, a little confused.

Mo Hua stretched out his two small hands and wanted to pat their shoulders.

But Gu An and Gu Quan were tall and Mo Hua's arms were a little short and they couldn't reach them.

Gu An and Gu Quan silently crouched down and put their shoulders towards Mo Hua to scare him.

Mo Hua patted the shoulders of the two of them as he wished, nodded, and then lowered his voice and said:

"You don't want Uncle Gu's credit to be taken away by others..."

The two of them looked at each other with stern expressions, and they immediately understood each other.

Fire Buddha is dead and Young Master Changhuai is seriously injured. No one except Young Master Mo knows what exactly happened here.

They knew how powerful Little Master Mo was.

But in the eyes of others, Young Master Mo is young and soft-spoken. No matter what he says, others will not believe him.

In this way, some people with ulterior motives can easily bluff and claim credit.

Gu An and Gu Quan looked solemn.

How is this possible?

Fire Buddha was a young master, and he had to pay such a high price to kill him.

This merit must not be allowed to be occupied by others!

Therefore, we must insist from the beginning that it was Mr. Changhuai who killed the Fire Buddha "alone"!

Gu An and Gu Quan understood and looked at Mo Hua with gratitude.

Young Master Mo is a good man!

He is also really kind to his own son!

Gu Quan nodded and said: "Little Master Mo, don't worry, I will spread the news right away..."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Later, the Gu family's alchemy master came and checked Gu Changhuai's injuries. He said that the elixir was given in time, the blood and energy were slowly recovering, and the meridians were also adjusted, so there was nothing serious.

Gu Changhuai himself is a golden elixir monk and has a good foundation. He just needs to rest for a while.

Then someone sent Gu Changhuai back to his clan.

The news that Gu Changhuai "alone" killed the Fire Buddha was also sent back to Daotingsi, causing quite a shock.

It is not a big deal for Jindan to kill the foundation-building demon cultivator.

But this demonic cultivator is the Fire Buddha at the pinnacle of foundation building, full of evil, and rampant in the second-level state border...

Then things were completely different again.

Overtly and covertly, many monks set their sights on Gu Changhuai.

Some appreciate it, some are cautious, and some have evil intentions...

…

Gu Changhuai returned to his clan, took some elixirs, and woke up early.

When Wen Renwan heard that he was injured, he took great care of him and made some elixirs himself to heal his injuries.

Especially when I heard that he was injured while protecting the ink painting, his eyes were even more appreciative.

There is a feeling that my adopted brother has finally grown up.

Gu Changhuai, who is over a hundred years old, has complicated emotions.

There was also a commotion in the Gu family.

But when they learned that Gu Changhuai was fine and that the Demonic Fire Buddha was killed by him, a group of elders of the Gu family also admired Gu Changhuai.

Although he has a bad temper, among the disciples of his generation in the Gu family, Gu Changhuai is indeed superior in talent and methods.

Gu Changhuai's mood became more complicated.

In the evening, Mo Hua also came to say goodbye.

He is going back to Taixumen.

The seven-day holiday is over, the Fire Buddha is dead, the Fire Meteor Technique has been mastered, and the formal class will begin tomorrow.

But before leaving, he still had to give a "confession" to Uncle Gu.

Mo Hua munched on the fruit and whispered:

"Uncle Gu, you killed the Fire Buddha alone, you must never mention me..."

Gu Changhuai frowned, "You don't want to be in the limelight?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "Fire Buddha is a demon cultivator, and there may be other younger brothers or accomplices secretly..."

"I am a little foundation-building monk. If I are targeted by them, it will be very dangerous!"

Gu Changhuai was silent, a little speechless in his heart.

Is it the demon cultivators who are in danger, or you...

However, it is true that the cultivation level of ink painting is low. For monks in the early stage of foundation building, the risk is indeed too great...

Gu Changhuai nodded, "I understand."

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Now that the "oral confession" was completed, it was perfect.

Outsiders don't know that Fire Buddha's death has something to do with him.

He was just an innocent, inconspicuous little monk from the sect who was being chased by the Fire Buddha.

Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and then silently looked at Mo Hua.

In the valley, the image of two fireballs colliding, causing the technique to collapse and merge into one, and the spiritual power to fuse to form a terrifying small fireball that blasted through the Fire Buddha's chest, came to mind again.

Gu Changhuai couldn't help his eyelids twitching and said in a deep voice:

"Your...spell..."

Mo Hua was stunned, "What spell?"

Gu Changhuai said expressionlessly, "There is no one else here."

Mo Hua smiled coquettishly, "It's nothing, just an 'unremarkable' fireball technique..."

Gu Changhuai's voice was cold:

"In the early stage of foundation establishment, a fireball spell penetrated the chest of the peak foundation establishment demon cultivator. It was indeed 'mediocre'..."

Gu Changhuai meant the word "mediocre" very seriously.

Mo Hua blinked, "It's all a coincidence... Fire Buddha has a life gate on his chest. The flaw is too big. It may have just been penetrated by my fireball technique..."

"He's just too unlucky..."

Gu Changhuai felt helpless when he saw that Mo Hua's face was as simple as white paper and as honest as a city wall.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "Go back and think about it carefully and find a more reliable excuse."

After saying that, he added, "You don't need to tell me this excuse..."

This means that if you are discovered by someone in the future, it will be fine if you can fool others.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he smiled:

"Thank you Uncle Gu!"

Gu Changhuai shook his head helplessly.

Originally, he only thought that Mo Hua's talent in formations was incredible, but he never expected that he also hid a terrifying spell.

How can a monk of the same realm play with him?

Taixumen really picked up a "little monster" this time...

The key is that from the outside, you can't tell at all. His face is pure, and he looks like a harmless little disciple.

Gu Changhuai couldn't help but shook his head again.

Seeing that Gu Changhuai looked a little tired, Mo Hua said, "Uncle Gu, I won't disturb you anymore. You can recover well. I'm going back to the sect."

"Yeah." Gu Changhuai nodded.

Mo Hua took another spiritual fruit and turned around to leave. After walking for a while, he was stopped by Gu Changhuai again.

"Ink painting."

Mo Hua turned back in confusion.

I thought that Uncle Gu, who was in the golden elixir realm, wouldn't be so stingy and wouldn't let himself eat a single spiritual fruit...

Gu Changhuai's expression was tangled, with a look of arrogance on his face. He hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly whispered:

"Thanks……"

After all, without Mo Hua, he might not be able to kill Fire Buddha.

If the Fire Buddha cannot be brought to justice, there will be endless disasters in the future.

It's just that this "thank you" was so reluctant that it was almost inaudible.

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then a smile as bright as the rising sun broke out on his face.

"Um!"

…

After that, Mo Hua returned to the sect.

He first visited Mr. Xun and said that he had finished drawing the formation. Daotingsi, mainly the Gu family, were very grateful to him.

Mr. Xun did not doubt that he was there, and he was very satisfied as he stroked his beard.

If you can build a good relationship with the Gu family of Daotingsi, you will have more connections in your future actions.

Then the ink painting class resumed normally.

Some classmates, such as Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, and Zheng Fang, asked curious questions after class.

Asked why Mo Hua took seven days off? How did you get invited? Who approved it? What did you do these seven days?

Mo Hua said that he had drawn the seven-day formation.

They suddenly lost interest.

Only Zheng Fang looked curious and asked some questions about the formation.

Mo Hua also picked and talked about some strange formation knowledge to fool Zheng Fang.

After that everything was calm.

Mo Hua lived a stable sect life as usual.

The Bishan Demon Cave, the gloomy Demon Palace, the bronze maze, the mysterious altar, a group of demon cultivators, and the dead demon leader - Fire Buddha, gradually faded away.

And soon, Mo Hua's first year in the sect came to an end.