Asking about longevity

The little whitebait swam away.

Mo Hua didn't care. While the nightmare was still alive and the River Temple collapsed, he continued to rummage through the altar, not letting go of a bottle, a jar, or a candle.

But after searching for a long time, I still found nothing.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, and then he sat on it with a thought.

He felt something mysterious.

In the dark, it seemed that they were communicating something.

But that's all.

I don't know if it's because the altar was destroyed by me and the altar table was overturned, so even if I sat on it myself, I didn't feel much.

Unlike the altar in the Bishan Devil's Cave, as soon as I sat on it, I felt the demons looming over me, the divine essence coming to me, the infinite mystery, converging on myself, and the feeling of spiritual comfort.

Mo Hua looked at the messy altar and sighed helplessly.

It seems that’s the end of it…

When the time came, the River Temple began to collapse.

The nightmare began to twist.

Mo Hua also felt a strong repulsive force. If he didn't leave, his consciousness would be annihilated along with the dream.

Mo Hua no longer resisted and slowly closed his eyes.

There was another moment when the heaven and earth hung upside down, and the divine thoughts changed.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found that Gu An and Gu Quan were looking at him with concern.

Seeing that Mo Hua had woken up, everyone was relieved.

"Little Master Mo, are you okay?" Gu An asked.

"Um."

Mo Hua looked around and saw that there were quite a few monks from the Gu family, all with beards and tails. Yu Dahe was also awake. It seemed that nothing was wrong, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Things should start and end.

Since we brought them here, we must bring them back safely.

But Yu Dahe was still worried.

He held his two sons tightly in his arms, with a look of confusion and anxiety on his face. He couldn't distinguish the situation and had no idea whether his two sons were dead or alive.

Mo Hua glanced at the two children, nodded slightly, and said:

"It's okay now, the soul is back..."

As soon as Mo Hua finished speaking, the two children murmured softly.

Yu Dahe was overjoyed.

But the two children still didn't wake up. They just frowned, tried to open their eyes but couldn't, and fell asleep again.

Yu Dahe panicked again and hurriedly looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua said: "My spiritual consciousness is not used to it yet. Go back to rest and recuperate. It will be fine after some time."

Only then did Yu Dahe feel completely relieved, and then he was overjoyed, his eyes turned red, and he kept saying:

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Mo..."

Mo Hua was also relieved.

Gu An looked around and whispered: "Young Master, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. How about we go back first?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I have something else to do..."

The head of the river god was cut off by himself.

Although this river temple still looks eerie, it is no longer scary.

In contrast, there are still some things to deal with.

"Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan, please protect me..."

Mo Hua said, then took out a black cloth strip with several array patterns stuck inside, and then took out a stick with thick cotton cloth wrapped around it.

"I will meditate later. If I look abnormal and my eyes become evil, you can use this black cloth to seal my forehead."

"If I go crazy, you can use this stick to knock me out!"

Mo Hua was afraid that he would be hurt by the beating, so he wrapped a thick cotton cloth around the stick.

Then Mo Hua gritted his teeth and handed the stick to Gu Quan, but he did not forget to warn:

"Remember to be gentle when you start..."

I am not a physical practitioner and have fine skin and tender flesh, so I don’t need beatings.

Gu Quan took the stick, looked at each other with confusion, and asked in a low voice:

"Young Master, what on earth are you going to do?"

Mo Hua waved his hand, "You don't understand the matter of the formation master even if I tell you about it, just remember what I just said."

Gu Quan nodded slowly.

The others were wise and did not ask any more questions, but looked on guard to protect Mo Hua.

After being fully prepared, Mo Hua meditated on the spot, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the incarnation of Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

He planned to refine the evil thoughts of the River God first.

The river god ostensibly died, turned into a pool of blood and evil thoughts, and was swallowed by Mo Hua.

But the way of the gods is unpredictable.

Mo Hua was not sure whether the river god was really dead, so he thought of refining his evil thoughts first, "eating" them and wiping them clean, so as to completely eliminate future troubles and avoid long nights and nightmares.

The huge evil thoughts of the river god were swallowed up by Mo Hua.

As the dream returned to consciousness, he entered the sea of ​​consciousness of ink painting.

The ink painting directly used spiritual thoughts to form the fire formation, and began to burn these evil thoughts bit by bit.

The river god's spiritual thoughts are very strong, but a large part of his spiritual thoughts are all fishy and evil thoughts.

Ink painting must completely refine the evil thoughts, abandon the evil spirits, remove the filth and retain the true, and retain the pure spiritual thoughts, so that they can be truly swallowed up and completely digested.

The evil thoughts were crimson, incinerated by the fiery formation, and turned into wisps of white smoke, which were sucked into Mo Hua's belly.

This white smoke is not actually clean. There are still many instinctive evil thoughts left in it. After being devoured, it continues to erode Mo Hua's will.

Mo Hua just followed the usual practice and used these evil thoughts to temper his Taoist heart.

In the midst of the torrent of evil desires, keep your true heart.

Keep your humanity amidst the hidden evil pollution.

Body and mind are one, as clear as a mirror.

This kind of perseverance in the Taoist heart is extremely testing one's concentration, but fortunately, Mo Hua is used to it, and even somewhat accustomed to it.

All evil things have gone through in my heart, leaving no trace behind.

In this way, he burned evil spirits, absorbed spiritual thoughts, and tempered his Taoist heart.

His Taoist heart was firming up little by little.

His consciousness is also getting stronger day by day.

The dignified second-grade river god has extremely powerful spiritual thoughts. Although he has been corrupted and most of them are evil thoughts, after refining and purifying, the remaining pure spiritual thoughts are still very impressive.

Just like this, I don't know how long it took, the evil thoughts in the blood river were gradually burned away, and the wisps of smoke from the spiritual thoughts were also swallowed up one by one.

All kinds of evil desires welled up in his heart, but they were suppressed by Mo Hua with his firm Taoist heart.

A whole second-grade fish-headed river god was "eaten" by the ink painting.

Mo Hua was a little stuffed.

And with the nourishment of a whole river god, his consciousness has taken a big step forward.

The realm of Seventeen Patterns of Divine Consciousness, which used to be separated by a natural chasm and as far away as the horizon, now seems to be right in front of you.

But despite "eating" so much, there was still a barrier between the sixteenth and seventeenth lines, and I couldn't get over it after all.

Mo Hua sighed, feeling helpless.

From the sixteenth line to the seventeenth line, from the middle stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment, there seems to be only one line between the spiritual consciousness, but this line is really like a cliff and a chasm.

If you do not rely on the improvement of realm to drive the growth of spiritual consciousness, but simply rely on yourself to find a solution.

It is really as difficult as climbing to the sky to hone your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, to devour evil spirits one after another, to strengthen your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, like water droplets piercing a stone.

Fortunately, now, it’s just a little bit closer.

But Mo Hua then thought again, it might look like "a point", but no one knows how many thresholds are hidden in this point.

"Take your time, it should be soon..."

Mo Hua sighed, suppressed his anxiety, and gradually calmed down.

Now that he was full and still a little full, he thought about digesting the food first, consolidating it, and then exiting the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the ink painting concentrates on concentration, closes the eyes and meditates, and visualizes the body.

It not only digests the spiritual thoughts, but also completely consolidates the Taoist mind.

Time passed bit by bit. I don't know how long it took. When Mo Hua closed his eyes and knew nothing, a large shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

This shadow, dark and blood-red, has a terrifying aura, but is silent.

Mo Hua sits in meditation, defenseless.

The shadow spread from the small figure drawn in ink, gradually grew in size, and manifested into a huge evil shadow.

The shadow was like a sinful swamp, filled with black water, and an ugly ram-horned monster with huge mouth slowly emerged from it.

The monster slowly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the ink painting in front of it silently.

The ferocious huge mouth completely covered the small ink painting.

Just when it was about to swallow the ink painting, a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and the ink painting disappeared.

The monster was stunned for a moment, and its two big ugly eyes focused upward, and he saw a child standing above his head.

The child lay on top of it, with his head hanging upside down, staring into its big eyes, complaining a little:

"Why did you come out? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The monster's pupils changed drastically, and it shook its head violently, trying to shake Mo Hua away.

Mo Hua held the monster's horn in one hand and stuck it to its head like sticky candy.

At the same time, Mo Hua grasped his right hand out of thin air.

Endless golden edges gathered in his hand, forming an ancient but terrifying pale golden sword of divine will.

The monster's pupils almost bulged as it struggled even more violently.

But with its huge body, it can't get rid of the ink painting at all.

The ink drawing was not verbose, it was clean and neat. With a small hand poke, the pale golden light condensed into a golden thread and pierced directly into the monster's eyebrows.

On the small golden sword, several rays of golden light burst out, directly piercing the monster's head.

Divine thoughts turned into swords, extremely sharp.

The monster struggled, roared in pain, and tore at Mo Hua with its claws.

Mo Hua jumped up and down on its head, its body as light and natural as water, dodging all these killing moves one by one, and then stabbed the top of its head with another sword.

The sharp golden light poured down, and the sword light bloomed, invincible, strangling the flesh and blood transformed from the monster's inner evil thoughts.

The monster roared in fear, its injuries worsened, and its movements became slower and slower.

Kill it while it's sick!

Ink Hua stabbed the sword several more times with "swish", and the sword energy transformed from the spiritual thoughts overflowed, cutting vertically and horizontally, cutting a large monster with evil thoughts into four pieces, and finally turned into a puddle of black water, paralyzed on the ground, lifeless. .

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, it temporarily calmed down.

The ink painting landed lightly on the ground, pointing at the black water on the ground with the golden sword, "Come out, I know you are not dead."

The black water trembled, and then a black shadow slowly emerged from it.

The entire black shadow was condensed from the filthy black water, transforming into a pitch-black water demon. It looked somewhat similar to the river god, also with the head of a fish.

But there are horns on the head, and above the fish head, the mouth protrudes and the fangs are rolled up, like...a sheep's mouth?

Mo Hua frowned, then suddenly realized.

This seems to be the remains of the Great Wild Evil God.

But this divine skeleton is a little different. It seems to be parasitic on the river god and gradually assimilates with the river god, so it is closer to... an evil god?

The Black Water River God looked at Mo Hua coldly, with alert eyes.

Its voice is the same as that of the river god, with a hint of the water demon's voice, but it is thicker and more gloomy.

"Kid, when did you find me?"

Mo Hua hummed in his heart.

This trip to the fishing village, I came here just for you.

Moreover, when deducing the cause and effect, I saw you hiding in the dark and plotting against my senior sword cultivator from the Taixu Sect. How could he not know about your bad habits?

Of course, Mo Hua would not tell the truth.

Mo Hua just said: "You hid it really well. I just discovered it."

The Blackwater River God looked ugly.

It was certain that this kid was definitely lying.

The key is that this kid lied without any hesitation, he really just said it.

But now the situation is unfavorable. After seeing the power of spiritual thoughts turned into swords, and knowing that they are invincible, the Blackwater River God said:

"I was rash, little fellow Taoist, can we both stop?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly and said nothing.

Heishuihe said: "What do you want?"

Mo Hua looked unhappy, "You sneaked into my sea of ​​​​consciousness, cowardly and wanted to plot against me, and you asked me what I wanted?"

"Don't you think it's rude for you to do this?"

"Should I apologize and make amends to show my sincerity?"

Blackwater River God thinks ink painting is childish.

But it had seen the way Mo Hua pressed the River God's head and cut off the River God's head with a sword, and knew that this kid was cruel and cruel and could never be truly childish.

When you think he is childish, it is actually you who is childish.

The Blackwater River God wrinkled his ferocious eyebrows and asked, "How do you want me to show my sincerity?"

"I'm young and not greedy," Mo Hua said with a smile, "Just give me some good things."

The Blackwater River God's eyes darkened, and he was a little confused, "What is it?"

"Of course..."

Mo Hua smiled slightly, with a sharp sword light in his eyes.

"Your essence!"

As soon as the word "divine marrow" came out, the expression of the Black Water River God suddenly changed.

It was 100% sure at this point that this kid really knew everything! !

The origin of the divine order.

The essence of the avenue.

This is the core taboo of the gods.

But this kid, he blurted out that he wanted to ask for the marrow!

There must be a traitor among the gods who told all the secrets to this little scourge!

The Blackwater River God was startled, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the surrounding situation. He looked intently and saw that at some point, formations appeared on the ground and formed a formation.

Its divine body has been locked by the dungeon formation.

not good!

The Blackwater River God's evil thoughts surged and he immediately broke free from the dungeon formation.

In just this moment, Mo Hua had already flashed his body and was close to it. The golden sword made of divine thoughts in his hand danced with sword light.

The sword light was so sharp that it "divided" the Blackwater River God into pieces again.

After the Blackwater River God was "dismembered", he turned into a pool of black water.

Mo Hua frowned.

Although this evil thought was turned into a sword by divine thought, it was cut into pieces and obviously weakened, but it still did not die out.

Sure enough, a moment later, the Blackwater River God appeared again.

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "Why won't you die?"

The face of the Black Water River God changed, and a strong fear arose in his heart.

He didn't expect that the sword transformed from divine thoughts would be so powerful.

Especially this sword move, in the hands of this kid who has extremely strong and profound spiritual thoughts, makes up for the balance of his spiritual thoughts, but the disadvantage of not being able to kill to the extreme becomes even more terrifying.

This kid's spiritual thoughts are so strong that he has shown signs of "Tao transformation" and is even comparable to "gods".

That sword cultivator from hundreds of years ago was strong in killing power, but his spiritual thoughts were weak, so he was easy to deal with.

As for this kid, his spiritual thoughts are strong.

Not to mention whether you can sneak attack him from the shadows.

Even if there is a sneak attack, it may not be able to severely damage him.

As long as he backhands and uses his divine thoughts to transform into swords, even if he is the evil god incarnate, he is no match for him.

Unless in a higher realm, a higher-level divine skeleton is used to hatch a more powerful incarnation of the evil god, and relying on the advantages of divine grade and divine level, it can be forcibly obliterated with thunderous means.

Otherwise, the second-grade evil god incarnation alone would not be able to do anything to him...

Thinking of this, the Blackwater River God himself was stunned for a moment.

"Only by" the second-grade evil god incarnation...

When did the incarnation of a majestic evil god want to be so unconfident, so cautious, and use the word "merely" when he intended to wipe out the divine will of a human monk?

The Blackwater River God was angry and frightened.

At present, it seems that this child has only lived for a mere ten years, and his spiritual thoughts are so strong.

If he is allowed to live for dozens, or even hundreds of years, and his spiritual thoughts are further enlightened, then what's the point?

There was a hint of sinisterness in the ferocious eyes of the Black Water River God.

"I'm asking you a question," Mo Hua said, "Why don't you die?"

The Blackwater River God's eyes were gloomy and he sneered, but did not answer.

I can't answer what he said...

This son knows a lot about the things of the gods, and his mind is cunning and cunning.

You can't let this kid know the secrets of Shinto anymore.

"not talking……"

Mo Hua frowned.

He looked at the Black Water River God for a while, and there was a faint aura in his black and white eyes.

Without speaking... do you think you can't guess it?

This Black Water River God should be the true incarnation of the Great Wilderness Evil God. He is only at the second level, and may not be the same as the divine skeleton.

Mo Hua speculated that the incarnation of the evil god was hatched from the "god's skeleton".

This is what happened in the small fishing village.

A certain "divine skeleton" of the Great Wild Evil God, through evil means, polluted and parasitized the body of the original river god in the fishing village, and used the river god's divine body as a breeding ground to hatch the "evil god incarnation".

This incarnation of the evil god itself contains the original will of the evil god.

The evil thoughts of the Great Wilderness Evil God are monstrous, and his own strength must be very terrifying.

Its original will is naturally difficult to erase.

Although he could use his spiritual thoughts to turn into swords and cut them into pieces, he could not completely kill them.

This is also the reason why the Black Water River God is confident even though he is not his opponent.

You can cut it down, but you can't destroy it.

And as long as it cannot be destroyed, it will be rooted in one's own sea of ​​consciousness and continue to pollute and spread.

You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but there is no way to guard against a thief in a thousand days.

No matter how firm your Taoist heart is, it will be polluted by evil thoughts endlessly. Sooner or later, one day, your Taoist heart will lose its grip, be enslaved by evil gods, and become a puppet of evil desires.

This should be the plan of this incarnation of the evil god.

It does not need to defeat itself, it only needs to have the opportunity to enter its own sea of ​​consciousness. Relying on the indelible will of the evil god, sooner or later, it will "assimilate" itself.

This is a "conspiracy".

It is also the evil god's seemingly ordinary, yet most terrifying, almost "unexplainable" method.

And since I can't kill the evil god's will, there are two possibilities...

One is an evil god who has reached the level of the Lord of the Wilderness. His divine thoughts are immortal and cannot be destroyed by himself.

Another possibility is that one's own spiritual consciousness is not qualitatively transformed enough, and the "divine level" is relatively low, so it cannot wipe out the higher-level evil god's will.

Or...

My skill in transforming my divine consciousness into a sword is still very shallow, and my killing power is not strong enough, so I cannot truly kill the evil god's incarnation.

Mo Hua thinks this is very possible.

After all, this "Sword Transformation Style" of transforming a sword with spiritual thoughts was something I learned by copying a gourd and "stealing" it halfway. It is not an orthodox inheritance, and it is only an introductory sword style of transforming a sword with spiritual thoughts. The moves are still very basic. It's understandable that he can't "kill" the evil god's incarnation.

"The sword style in which spiritual thoughts turn into swords..."

Mo Hua's eyes flashed, and he still vaguely remembered some of the names of sword moves he heard from the senior sword cultivator when he was deducing the cause and effect of the broken sword:

"Stunning God Style, God Breaking Style, God Killing Style, God Destroying Style..."

Could these be...

Among Taixu’s divine thoughts that transform into swords, is there a more profound swordsmanship technique?

Mo Hua's heart trembled and his eyes revealed longing.

It's just a pity that due to various reasons, the inheritance of spiritual swords seems to have been cut off within the sect. These more advanced spiritual sword styles are unknown where to learn them...

"I don't know if I can kill the incarnation of the evil god with my own power without relying on external objects, if I have learned more powerful spiritual sword moves such as 'God-killing Style' and 'God-Destroying Style'... …”

Mo Hua looked at the Black Water River God, his eyes brightened slightly, and he was thinking silently in his heart.

The Blackwater River God was stared at by Mo Hua. For some reason, he suddenly felt cold all over.

"Forget it if you don't tell me," Mo Hua looked at the Black Water River God again and said a little boredly, "I'm still in a hurry, so I have to kill you first..."

The Blackwater River God was startled, and then he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

Ignorant child, uttering arrogant words!

"Kill me?"

"With your unique skill of turning your mind into a sword, you can only defeat me, but you can't kill me."

"What else can you do to me?"

He is the incarnation of the evil god, adhering to the will of the Lord of the Wilderness.

The Blackwater River God could not imagine that a mere teenage foundation-building monk could use any means to completely obliterate him.

"What's more, you have no idea how terrifying and supreme my true self is..."

"I know..." Mo Hua curled his lips, "The Great Wild Evil God..."

The Blackwater River God was stunned, and his eyes suddenly opened:

"you know?"

How would you know?

How could you, a ten-year-old human monk, know, and how could you possibly know, the master of the wilderness who hides in the dark and uses evil thoughts to conceal the secrets of heaven?

Mo Hua didn't want to talk to him anymore.

He was hungry again.

The evil thoughts of the river god made him full.

But now, he wants to eat better again.

The ink painting holds golden light in its hand, and its eyes are fierce.

The Blackwater River God's heart trembled, and he realized that something was wrong.

Being able to clear away the fog of heaven, see through the cause and effect of evil, and know the honorable name of the Lord of the Wilderness means that this little monk, despite his low cultivation level, has already stood on the chessboard and has the qualifications to play chess. They are simply ignorant and manipulated chess pieces...

No matter how powerful the chess pieces are, they are just chess pieces.

No matter how weak a chess player is, he is still a chess player.

People who are qualified to intervene in this chess game, no matter how inconspicuous they look, must not be underestimated!

When the Black Water River God thought of this, his eyes were horrified, and he instantly turned into a shadow, trying to escape into the black water.

But halfway through escaping, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move.

Several pale gold formations, flowing with the simple and awe-inspiring divine aura, were imprinted on its body, sealing it away.

"Shinto formation?!"

The Blackwater River God looked shocked, looked at Mo Hua, and took a breath: "How is it possible that you know the Shinto formations?!"

Mo Hua smiled and said, "I learned it from your dojo."

The face of the Blackwater River God was distorted.

The level of these divine formations is still very basic, purely because the ink-painted divine thoughts that manifest the formations are powerful enough to temporarily restrain the Blackwater River God.

Mo Hua grasped the horns of the Black Water River God and dragged it to the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The uneasiness in the heart of the Blackwater River God is getting stronger and stronger.

It began to seduce: "Little Taoist friend, your spiritual thoughts are so strong that I have never seen them before. Being a 'human' is really an incompetence of your talents. Why don't you join me on the supreme path of 'gods'..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to give up your body."

"Being a god is a bit boring after all. Keep your body, indulge in sex, and have thousands of wonderful pleasures..."

"What do you want? Kung Fu, Taoism, fame, power, beauty..."

"I can give it to you!"

The ink painting is indifferent.

Seeing that the inducement was unsuccessful, the Blackwater River God looked stern and threatened:

"The Lord of the Great Wilderness, with boundless gods, three thousand mountains, and countless demons and monsters. If you don't know the height of the sky and how high the sky is, and spoil my plan, you will fall into purgatory forever, and you will never be able to redeem yourself..."

"Are you done?" Mo Hua asked.

Blackwater River God's eyelids twitched.

Mo Hua whispered: "I'll show you something good..."

Before he finished speaking, in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, an ancient and mysterious Taoist stele appeared, and the aura of the Taoist road floated.

The Blackwater River God's eyes widened, "This is..."

Mo Hua took action directly, with his small hands like iron pliers, pressing the head of the Black Water River God onto the Taoist monument.

The Blackwater River God was caught off guard and saw that taboo, deathly red color.

Thunder!

At that moment, the law was imposed, life and death were determined, and it was irreversible.

The horror in the eyes of the Black Water River God had not disappeared before it was directly obliterated by the Tribulation Thunder, and together with the evil will of the Lord of the Wilderness, it died together.

The black water burns dry, and the evil spirit is eliminated.

The evil god of black water was "sterilized", and the god was destroyed, leaving only a large amount of pale golden marrow.

And among these light golden marrow, there are actually a few strands that are extremely pure, close to the color of pure gold. The laws of the great road are restrained, and they are flowing with bright and dazzling light.

This ray of light illuminated Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua's eyes shone with joy.

Pure golden marrow!