Asking about longevity

There are waves of monsters, one after another.

The evil aura is also endless.

The cold and cold air in the room is layer by layer, and is full of many changes. It can be violent, treacherous, sinister, or majestic, as if there are endless types of evil spirits, and their offensive is like the sea.

In such a turbulent sea of ​​demons, the small body of Mo Hua remained motionless.

Wen Renwei's eyes were filled with anxiety, and his palms were already covered in cold sweat.

Not only worried about Mo Hua, but also worried about Yu'er.

I don't know how long it took, but just when Wen Renwei was worried, all the evil smells suddenly disappeared.

The inexplicable coldness subsided and the gloomy pressure suddenly decreased. Wen Renwei looked around again. Although he still couldn't see anything, he felt that all evil spirits no longer existed.

Wen Renwei immediately looked towards the inner room and saw Mo Hua, who had already opened his eyes.

The tree of divine power died down, and the army of demons was devoured.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief slowly, his eyes brightened.

Wen Renwei took a cautious look at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were pure and his expression was as usual, showing no evil or madness. He was slightly relieved, but he still asked tentatively:

"Young Master, you..."

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "I'm fine."

Wen Renwei felt relieved, raised his hands and said solemnly:

"Thank you, young master."

Mo Hua was not polite, nodded and said:

"Yu'er is fine. It's getting late. I'm going back to rest."

Wen Renwei bowed to Mo Hua again.

The attitude is much more respectful than before.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo!"

Mo Hua also bowed politely, then stood up and left briskly.

After Mo Hua left, Wen Renwei raised his head again and glanced at the four walls of the house, feeling shocked in his heart.

Really... nothing.

It seemed that all the gloomy, depressing and evil atmosphere just now were all sudden illusions.

Wen Renwei looked at Yu'er again.

Yu'er was still lying on the bed, her breath lingering, her mouth slightly open, and occasionally smacking her lips, as if she was eating something in her dream.

From beginning to end, I slept soundly.

When Wen Renwei thought of Wen Renwan's words, he couldn't help but look pleased and sighed in his heart:

"Miss Wan is right, Master Yu'er has really met a young nobleman..."

…

On the other side, as soon as Mo Hua returned to the room, he immediately sat on the bed, meditating, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He "swallowed" too many demons in one meal, and his sea of ​​consciousness was too full, and he had to "digest" it quickly.

Moreover, the realm of spiritual consciousness cannot be suppressed anymore.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua concentrated carefully and began to swallow the many evil thoughts that had just been swallowed whole and could not be digested. He began to refine them one by one, removing their filth and extracting their essence, and then absorbed them one by one to strengthen his body.

Wisps of pure spiritual thoughts, integrated into the incarnation of divine thoughts in ink paintings.

Mo Hua's consciousness rose rapidly.

In just a moment, the purified demonic mind power filled the gap in the realm of spiritual consciousness and broke through the bottleneck that had blocked it for a long time.

It's like a river bursting its banks, surging forward, and moving forward inexorably.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has finally taken a step further, breaking through the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness between the mid-stage of sixteen lines of foundation building and the late stage of foundation building, and successfully promoted to the seventeenth pattern!

Cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building with seventeen patterns!

At that moment, his spiritual thoughts suddenly became clear.

Mo Hua felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was wider and his spiritual consciousness was much deeper.

The distance of the spiritual consciousness has also increased a lot.

With the realm of divine consciousness as the foundation and the amount of divine consciousness as the support, his calculations and calculations are more calm than before.

What's more important is the formation!

He can finally learn the Seventeen Pattern Formation now!

In the early stage of foundation building, learn the second-grade high-level formation!

Although it is only a second-grade seventeen-line formation, it has not yet reached nineteen lines, so it is not considered a true "high-level" one.

But it is at least an introduction to high-level formations.

The seventeen-line formation has considerable lethality even against ordinary late-stage foundation-building monks.

Mo Hua felt that his waist had become much stiffer.

As long as he is given a chance to set up a formation, even the late-stage foundation-building monks will be left with nothing to lose!

But we’ll talk about the formation later.

Because Mo Hua discovered that the "takeaway" this time was not finished yet.

This time, he "ate" more monsters than he thought.

His spiritual consciousness has already reached the seventeenth level, and is even stronger than the seventeenth level.

But there is still a steady stream of refined demonic thoughts, which after being swallowed by it, are integrated into the incarnation of his divine thoughts.

Mo Hua's consciousness is still growing...

"You won't...go directly to the Eighteenth Mark, right?"

The bottleneck between the seventeenth and eighteenth lines is a small realm bottleneck, not as big as the sixteenth to seventeenth lines.

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and then he couldn't help but smile.

Eighteen lines!

One step at a time, two steps up!

Mo Hua was so excited that he immediately calmed down and concentrated on meditating, swallowing his mind power and enhancing his spiritual consciousness.

His spiritual consciousness, as he wished, gradually grew stronger step by step at a clearly visible speed.

Finally, there is only a slight difference to reach the realm of eighteen lines...

Even Mo Hua can clearly feel that the bottleneck of the eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness is loosening and disintegrating little by little...

Mo Hua's face was filled with smiles.

But at this moment, everything came to an abrupt end.

In the dark, something seemed to tremble.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the Dao Monument, a bit like...

The way of heaven?

Mo Hua's heart was shaken, and then he felt vaguely that there seemed to be some supreme will, which glimpsed at him from the world, and then found that he seemed to...

have some problems.

Then a temporarily generated law descended on Mo Hua.

His spiritual consciousness was still growing, but the bottleneck was not loosened, and all the growing spiritual consciousness flowed to an unknown place and sank directly.

The realm of spiritual consciousness was no longer improved.

Mo Hua was stunned.

"What's going on..."

"Where is my eighteen-pattern spiritual consciousness?"

"It's just a little bit short..."

Mo Hua looked around and found that in his sea of ​​consciousness, a strange crack appeared out of thin air.

This crack was dark and deep, with a deep golden color inside.

It was like the manifestation of some kind of concrete law of the Great Dao.

This law was generated out of thin air, but it merged with his sea of ​​consciousness.

And all the spiritual thoughts that he had gained by refining demons and devouring mental power were swallowed up by this crack.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao did not allow his consciousness to grow stronger, so it temporarily added a law to fill the loophole...

This law was embodied as a dark void crack with gold inside.

Once Mo Hua's consciousness grew, it would "confiscate" the growing consciousness to suppress the growth of his consciousness.

It limited his consciousness to a certain limit, and prevented him from breaking through a certain limit...

Mo Hua was dumbfounded.

What does it mean?

I am now equivalent to the "loophole" of the Heavenly Dao?

So the Heavenly Dao temporarily added a law to fill this "loophole" of mine?

It shouldn't be that bad...

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

I am just a small foundation-building cultivator, so I shouldn't be "targeted" like this...

This seems to be the second time.

Mo Hua remembered that when he broke through the foundation-building stage, his consciousness soared rapidly, but later it seemed to exceed the limit and was suppressed by some Heavenly Dao law.

In addition, the mysterious formation of Tianyan Jue reconstructed the consciousness, and the change from "quantity" was suppressed to "qualitative" change.

The result is like this again...

At the last minute, it was about to have eighteen patterns, but it was temporarily restricted by the law.

Mo Hua couldn't help but curl his lips and complained:

"Heaven is so stingy..."

After complaining, Mo Hua sighed again.

The "components" of his sea of ​​consciousness have become very complicated now.

The sea of ​​consciousness is his own, with his own divine consciousness incarnation.

In addition, there are mysterious Dao tablets, thunder patterns of catastrophe, and now there is another inexplicable law of heaven.

Especially this law of heaven...

Mo Hua's head hurts a little.

He ate some demonic power, consumed his own consciousness, and tried to manifest the formation. After trying several times, he roughly understood the use of this law.

This law is used to deduct spiritual consciousness.

His own spiritual consciousness can be used normally, consumed normally, and restored normally, but it can no longer be "grown".

Once it grows, it will be "deducted" by this law that is like a crack in the void.

Mo Hua is a little worried.

It doesn't matter if a little spiritual consciousness is deducted, but when will it be deducted?

It won't be deducted for a lifetime...

Or, when his cultivation level catches up, his realm and spiritual consciousness are balanced, or roughly balanced - at least not so outrageous, this law will disappear on its own?

Or, when the deducted spiritual consciousness reaches a certain limit, it will disappear?

The avenue is cold and the law is silent, no one can tell Mo Hua the answer.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

"Let's do this for now..."

People should be content with what they have.

Seventeen lines are seventeen lines.

And his spiritual consciousness should be at the peak of seventeen lines, and there is only a little distance from eighteen lines...

This spiritual consciousness is "barely" enough in his realm.

As for the future.

Mo Hua pondered for a while and felt that no matter when this law would be "deducted", it didn't matter.

Because I have no way to deal with it...

Who can say for sure about the law of the great way?

In this case, I will follow the steps, practice diligently, and refine my consciousness as always.

With a higher level of cultivation or a sufficient consciousness, I will be able to remove the restrictions of this law sooner or later.

Mo Hua stared at the law of the great way in the sea of ​​consciousness, which looked like a crack in the void, and suddenly felt a little confused.

"Law... What exactly is it?"

"Why does the law appear like this?"

"In the dark, with gold, it looks like a crack in the void... Why can it devour the consciousness?"

"The void, the crack... Could it be related to the rules of the 'Dongxu Realm'?"

Mo Hua suddenly felt profound.

He decided to study this "law" when he had time in the future to see if he could find some ways and learn something.

Since this "uninvited guest" came to his sea of ​​consciousness out of thin air, he had to find a way to get some wool, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's mood instantly improved.

The law of the great way!

He had never seen it before.

Or rather, this was not something that a foundation-building cultivator, or even an ordinary cultivator, could touch.

Now a clear and distinct law of the great way took shape and remained in his sea of ​​consciousness, constantly tapping his consciousness.

Although his spiritual consciousness was deducted and the growth of his spiritual consciousness was limited, it also gave him an opportunity to see with his own eyes the manifestation and operation of the laws of the great avenue.

In everything, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and pros and cons coexist.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling refreshed.

But he didn't have time to study it yet, he had to "eat" the demon first.

There is still a lot of the demon "takeout" he ordered on the altar and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua continued to "eat" the demon's mind power.

But this time, what he ate was a bit "bland".

Because these evil thoughts could not be "eaten" into his stomach, they were all taken away by the law of heaven.

Mo Hua felt a little aggrieved, but adhering to the spirit of not wasting it, he still ate up these evil thoughts.

After eating, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the restrictions of the laws of heaven in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have relaxed a little.

It also "eats" a little full.

"really……"

Mo Hua sighed and made up his mind to gather more of Tiandao's wool in the future to vent his hatred of "stealing food".

Your own "snacks" are not so easy to grab!

Mo Hua snorted softly, then calmed down and began to review the formation patterns on the Taoist monument.

He wants to prepare.

In the next few days, he will officially start to learn the formation of the Seventeen Patterns!

…

Taixumen, the forbidden area behind the mountain.

A crack in the void appeared out of thin air.

Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, walked out of the void.

In the Elder's Residence, he abandoned foreign objects and concentrated on calculating cause and effect, but just now, he suddenly felt a powerful sword intention floating around, and he couldn't help but notice it.

But just halfway through the calculation, the compass couldn't stop.

Mr. Xun could only be patient and after deriving the compass, he immediately came over to check the situation.

In the sword tomb, the old man with a long beard sat there blankly.

Mr. Xun didn't know what happened. He looked around and said solemnly:

"Senior brother, are you using your sword again?"

The long-bearded old man touched the broken sword in his hand and shook his head slightly absentmindedly.

"Half way out..."

Mr. Xun frowned.

What does half of it mean?

The sword was drawn, but not slashed?

Mr. Xun took another look at the long-bearded old man and saw that he was absent-minded and seemed to have something on his mind. He felt slightly shuddered and asked:

"Brother, what happened?"

The long-bearded old man's sharp eyes revealed some thoughts, and he suddenly asked a strange question:

"Did our Taixu Sect raise a divine beast?"

"Mythical beast?"

Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, confused.

Why did senior brother suddenly ask such an irrelevant question?

Could it be...

Mr. Xun's eyes narrowed.

The evil thoughts are polluting, the sword intention is backlashing, the injury has become more serious, it has already hurt the sea of ​​consciousness, and the thoughts are confused and unclear?

Mr. Xun was silent.

He felt a pain in his heart when he saw that his senior brother, who had devoted all his energy and blood for the Taixu Sect, was broken physically and mentally, and had to be alone, guarding the sword tomb, and being buried with the mountains of broken swords and scraps of iron.

Mr. Xun sighed deeply, suppressed the sadness in his heart, shook his head and sighed softly:

"How can there be such a thing as a mythical beast nowadays..."

The long-bearded old man didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and he pondered to himself, "Then, are there any masters staying at my Taixu Gate in the past few days?"

Mr. Xun thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No."

There are people who stay overnight, but there are no people who can be called "experts" by their senior brothers.

The old man with a long beard frowned, considered for a moment, and asked slowly:

"Then...have our Taixu Sect accepted any talented disciples in recent years?"

Gifted?

Mr. Xun was a little surprised and thought for a moment.

There have been many talented disciples over the years, and this year there are many disciples with high-grade spiritual roots and excellent qualifications.

But even though his spiritual roots are good, he may not be taken seriously by his senior brother.

At the level of senior brother, which is close to the limit of a monk, the talent he talks about is definitely not "gifted" in the general sense.

He must be someone who is astonishingly talented and beautiful among all the geniuses.

Mr. Xun suddenly thought of ink painting.

Mo Hua this kid...

The formation is indeed amazing, but apart from the formation, everything else counts as the same, and none of them works...

Extremely biased.

And the formation...has nothing to do with senior brother.

Senior brother is not proficient in formations, so he shouldn't care about such things as formation geniuses.

But just in case, Mr. Xun still asked, "Exceptionally talented... what kind of 'talent' do you mean?"

The old man with a long beard looked thoughtful.

If he is a disciple of the sect... then this person must have extremely powerful killing intent...

The old man with a long beard asked: "Are there any disciples who are psychic in the way of swordsmanship, who are born with sword intent, or who are born with the manifestation of spiritual thoughts and are good at fighting..."

Innate sword power, divine will to fight...

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Then it has nothing to do with ink painting.

That child was a formation master, not a sword cultivator. It was difficult to dance with a sword, and he was well-behaved and weak. He would never fight with others.

It seems that other disciples don’t have either…

Taixu Sect turned his spiritual thoughts into swords and sealed them as forbidden arts.

Other sword techniques are not that good.

How could a talented young man with a natural talent for swordsmanship join the Taixu Sect and learn these mediocre swordsmanship traditions?

There are a lot of swordsmanship sects in Qianxue State for him to choose from.

And even if the divine sword is not sealed, we would not dare to let such a good young man with "natural sword intention" practice, unless his life is really too hard and he cannot die even if he wants to.

"No."

Mr. Xun concluded.

The bearded old man closed his eyes and sighed, a little disappointed.

Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior brother, why do you ask these questions?"

The old man with a long beard opened his eyes and glanced at his gray-haired junior brother who was worried about the sect. The image of him when he was young, gentle and high-spirited came to his mind, and he finally couldn't bear to worry him anymore.

"Nothing, just ask." The bearded old man said calmly.

Mr. Xun didn't believe it, but he sighed helplessly when he saw that his senior brother had closed his eyes to rest and seemed unwilling to say more.

I have been stubborn all my life, and now I am half buried in the ground, but my temper has not changed at all.

Mr. Xun shook his head and warned with some complaint, "Please take a breath and don't draw your sword again..."

Then he turned around, stretched out his fingers, drew a crack in the void, and left.

After Mr. Xun left, the long-bearded old man slowly opened his eyes again. He turned his head and took in the entire ancient and majestic Taixu Mountain. He frowned and murmured:

"Who is it...?"

Taixu Mountain is vast and the trees are lush, covering everything up.

The old man with a long beard showed his sharp eyes, "Next time I attack, I will definitely catch you..."