Asking about longevity

Divine consciousness sword control uses divine consciousness as the control, the spiritual sword as the medium, the sword formation as the shape, and the laws of spiritual power reversal and spiritual power fusion to cause terrifying lethality...

Mo Hua feels terrible just thinking about it.

But it's a pity...

Until now, he has never formally learned about formation flow.

As for the sword formation, he only learned the "Broken Gold Sword Formation", let alone the "Kendo Formation Style" that simplifies the complex and unites the masses into one, which involves the origin of the sword.

This goal is still too far away.

However, thanks to this, ink painting gradually gained ideas and direction.

The combination of divine sword control and formation killing.

From then on, he learned more formations and understood the laws of all things;

Practice more sword-fighting and improve your knowledge of swordsmanship.

One day in the future, Hui Shen will realize the Great Dao and become one with the sword formation, creating a "big killing" swordsmanship that uses "divine sword control" as the method, the sword as the form, and the formation as the core, and carries the power of the law of the Great Dao. device”!

Mo Hua was looking forward to it.

He patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder and said with hope:

"You must learn to make swords!"

From now on, sword making will have to rely on small pieces of wood.

Ouyang Mu was a little confused, but he was still a little happy to be recognized by Mo Hua.

After that, he still worked hard to make swords.

The quality of the spirit sword has now reached its limit.

The power of the sword has also reached its bottleneck.

Ouyang Mu can only think about improvement methods from other angles. The first is to reduce costs.

The "unorthodox" sword-controlling technique of Mo Hua will "sacrifice" a spiritual sword every time it is used.

The spirit sword has become a consumable.

If used for a long time, it will be a huge expense.

Ouyang Mu thought that since the power could not be increased, he would reduce the cost and save some merit for Senior Brother Mo.

Merit is hard to earn.

He knew this very well.

Although he now forges swords for Senior Brother Mo, he also eats meat and soup, and earns a considerable amount of merit, but the habit of "diligence and thrift" is still engraved in his bones.

Ouyang Mu chatted with Mo Hua, and then began to try how to reasonably "cut corners" and use some "cheap" materials to refine the spirit sword without reducing its power.

Generally, spirit swords need to be used for a long time, taking into account both power and durability. Therefore, the sword-making process is cumbersome and the refining materials are expensive. You get what you pay for, and there is no room for cutting corners.

But with a sword like Mo Hua, if the sword array explodes and the spirit sword is used once, it will break.

Therefore, in order to make the spirit sword "strong and durable", "the sword shape is stable", "beautiful and elegant"... and many other traditional sword-making ideas can be abandoned.

Even the sword itself can adopt an "explosion" structure.

Not strong, durable and stable, but flammable, explosive and bursting.

This is what Mo Hua said accidentally.

Ouyang Mu also knew for the first time that swords could have this weird "refining method".

Weapon refining is not always done "by the book" and is done meticulously and according to the specifications.

"The norms of things are set by people, and things are dead and people are alive. We must flexibly change rigid 'things' according to living people..."

So says the ink painting.

Ouyang Mu felt like he was enlightened and said in admiration:

"Senior Brother Mo, you know a lot!"

Although Senior Brother Mo’s weapon refining skills are not very good, what he said really makes sense!

"Objects are dead, people are alive, people-oriented, regardless of form..."

Ouyang Mu nodded seriously.

In this way, Ouyang Mu, a child who was originally a bit stiff and honest, like a "little piece of wood", was gradually "crooked" by the ink painting in weapon refining...

After that, Ouyang Mu began to try more ideas for refining weapons.

Refining weapons is guided by the needs of monks and practical functions, and "the means justify the means" are used to achieve the goal.

Ink painting also saves a lot of trouble.

Basically, he only needs to tell what spiritual weapon he needs, what formation he needs to use to achieve the effect, and Xiao Mumu goes back to think about it by himself, and the next day he can design a weapon refining diagram for Mo Hua.

Tai'amen and Taixumen are also relatively close, making communication easy.

…

In this way, several months passed without realizing it.

Under the leadership of Mo Hua, the "team" of monster hunters in Taixu Sect continues to grow.

There are more and more "strategies" for hunting monsters.

The process of hunting monsters is becoming clearer and clearer, the supporting spiritual weapons are becoming more and more perfect, and the hunting system is becoming more and more mature.

More and more monsters are hunted, and the types of materials harvested are also more diverse.

All Taixu Sect disciples who follow Mo Hua and hang out in Monster Hunting Mountain will earn a lot of meritorious deeds.

And with such a wealth of monster materials, Ouyang Mu's weapon refining level has also improved rapidly.

At the same time, because he often followed Mo Hua and repaired spiritual weapons for Taixu Sect disciples, Ouyang Mu also became familiar with many Taixu Sect disciples.

In Tai'amen, Ouyang Mu is relatively autistic.

Because he had a special background and was a direct descendant of the Ouyang family, he was supposed to be the leader of the sect like his elder brother.

But compared with his brother, he is mediocre, dull and unsociable.

The disciples of Tai Amen looked at him rather strangely.

Jealousy, disdain, alienation, sympathy, all of it.

Ouyang Mu felt very uncomfortable.

But mixing with Mo Hua and the disciples of Taixu Sect, Ouyang Mu felt much more relaxed.

He can refine weapons and forge swords as he pleases.

Others call him "Little Wood", no one cares whether his last name is "Ouyang", and no one compares him with his outstanding brother.

Everyone just regarded him as a junior brother and a reliable weapon refiner, so he didn't need to care about other people's eyes.

Although Ouyang Mu's temperament was still a little dull, his eyebrows and eyes were much more cheerful, and his thin face was often covered with a simple smile.

Even sometimes, he was a little confused.

He was a disciple of Tai'a Sect, and his relationship with his fellow disciples was not good. How could he inexplicably get along with the disciples of Taixu Sect...

...

After more than a month, it was almost the New Year in two more months.

Mo Hua's fourth year in Taixu Sect was about to end in the busyness.

This day was also a ten-day holiday. Mo Hua went into the mountains as usual. Along the way, a bunch of Taixu Sect disciples greeted him.

"Hello, little senior brother!"

Mo Hua also smiled and waved to greet them one by one.

Walking in the mountains like this, he came to a secluded place. Mo Hua picked a big stone, sat cross-legged, and placed the spirit sword in front of him.

This is a simple-looking, even slightly "cheap" spirit sword.

At the same time, this is also the latest "crushing" spirit sword forged by Xiao Mutou according to Mo Hua's intention.

Since the sword being controlled will inevitably be damaged, it is better to let it be completely crushed.

The moment the sword formation explodes, the spirit sword will also "explode".

This has two advantages.

First, the spirit sword explodes, and the broken sword pieces will scatter with the sword energy, like a hidden weapon like a rainstorm pear blossom, which enhances the power of the sword control to a certain extent.

Second, it can "destroy the body and destroy the traces".

After the sword is controlled, the spirit sword is directly crushed and "destroyed". No formed sword is left, so it is not easy for people to see the details of this sword control technique.

Moreover, this spirit sword is also cheap.

Xiao Mutou also studied for a long time and tried many times before he refined this crushing spirit sword.

Mo Hua came to test the sword again.

"The second-grade initial stage flying beast is not good, it's a bit weak..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Flying monsters are weaker than walking beasts in terms of blood and flesh defense. They are only difficult to deal with because they can soar into the sky and are very fast.

But all these advantages are restrained by Mo Hua's "flying sword".

After Xiao Mu improved the spirit sword, Mo Hua was able to "fly the sword" and kill an eagle monster at a time.

Now that this spirit sword has been iterated several times and has been strengthened a lot, Mo Hua wants to try a stronger monster.

"A second-grade intermediate-level monster wood eagle."

This is the target Mo Hua deliberately chose.

The monster wood eagle is relatively weak among the second-grade intermediate-level monsters, but it is definitely much stronger than the second-grade primary-level ones.

Mo Hua calmed down, released his spiritual consciousness, and sat in place to "wait and see".

Waiting for this monster to fly through the sky and let himself stab it with a sword.

But after waiting for a long time, all the bird monsters that flew over were second-grade primary-level ones.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

If you want to encounter a second-grade intermediate monster in the outer mountains, you really need some luck.

Of course, it is mainly because the killing on the hills of Taixu Sect is a bit fierce.

Although there are too many monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain, and these disciples cannot kill them all, the monsters also know which hills are dangerous and where the cultivators are dangerous, and they will migrate according to the situation.

There are fewer second-grade initial monsters, and naturally fewer intermediate ones.

Mo Hua is helpless.

"Go to another place?"

Maybe you can encounter them on the hills outside Taixu Sect.

Anyway, they are all in the outer mountains, and I have stepped on them, so there will not be too much danger.

Mo Hua put away the sword, stood up and looked into the distance, and then picked a direction where he felt he might encounter monsters, and walked straight over.

After leaving the hills of Taixu Sect, the surrounding mountains looked a little unfamiliar.

After walking for a while, I saw several disciples from other sects.

Some of them wore sect robes, and some did not.

Those who wore the sect robes were because there were many disciples in the same sect and they had to take care of each other.

Those who did not wear robes were small groups of three or five, in order to keep a low profile and not reveal their true identity.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, silently took off his Taixu sect robe, and changed into a light gray casual clothes.

It was better to keep a low profile when he was alone.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua finally found the trace of a second-grade intermediate-level demon wood eagle.

He released his spiritual sense and followed the trace until he reached a forest. Sure enough, he saw the eagle monster hovering above the forest, with fierce eyes and piercing screams from time to time.

The eagle monster was huge, and the momentum it revealed was somewhat amazing.

Whether it was blood or demonic power, it was a level higher than that of ordinary second-grade primary-level demon beasts.

Mo Hua looked back and chose a route for himself to escape.

If this sword flew out and did not seriously injure the eagle monster, he must make a quick decision and get away.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if the eagle monster targeted him.

After Mo Hua selected the route and made sure it was foolproof, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, took out the spirit sword, locked the enemy with his spiritual consciousness, and controlled the sword with his spiritual thoughts.

As soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, the spirit sword resonated.

A brilliant golden light suddenly appeared, and a sharp golden line was drawn from the sky. With a slight sound of sword ringing, it hit the demon wooden eagle hovering in the air with lightning speed.

The moment the spirit sword hit, the golden sword energy bloomed.

The sword energy transformed by the sword formation was like a small hurricane, strangling the body of the demon wooden eagle.

The spirit sword itself was also destroyed by the sword energy and shattered.

The sword body was shattered into pieces, which mixed with the sword energy and exploded like golden fireworks in the daytime.

The broken sword and sword energy strangled together.

Even the second-grade mid-level Demonic Wood Eagle was unable to resist suddenly.

Its feathers were crushed by the sword energy, and at the same time, the broken spirit sword also cut its flesh.

This crushing style of sword control can also be regarded as the integration of sword energy and sword weapon in another sense.

With a shrill roar, the Demonic Wood Eagle fell from the sky.

Mo Hua, who had long been prepared to escape at any time, looked overjoyed when he saw this.

The power of this crushing sword was stronger than he expected.

According to his experience, if birds and monsters fall directly from the sky, their injuries will not be minor.

Mo Hua decided to step forward and take a look.

If the monster is seriously injured and there is a chance to kill it, then use the sword to make up for it.

A second-grade mid-level monster, even if it is injured by the sword energy and the body is incomplete, it is still a huge achievement.

If it was this demonic wooden eagle, its demonic power was strong and its injuries were not serious.

Then consider it a lucky one.

Don't provoke it yourself.

Mo Hua followed the direction where the Demonic Wood Eagle fell, but when he arrived at the place, he was a little surprised.

There is no sign of the demon wood eagle...

In front of him was a small section of cliff.

When the Demonic Wood Eagle fell to the ground, it seemed to flutter a few times, and accidentally fell off the cliff again.

Mo Hua looked around and saw that the cliff was not high. Although it was a bit cloudy, he could vaguely see the forest below the cliff.

It doesn't look dangerous.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then attached his spiritual power to his hands and feet, pressed against the cliff, and fell down little by little.

But the cliff was steep and the mountain was higher than he thought.

It took nearly half an hour for the ink painting to fall to the bottom of the cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff, there was a forest with lush vegetation, but there was still no trace of the Demonic Wood Eagle.

Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, sensed the breath, and used heavenly calculations to detect cause and effect. Finally, he found blood stains seeping into the soil on the ground, as well as a faint trace of cause and effect.

The ink painting follows the qi machine and moves forward.

After walking for about a cup of tea, he suddenly stopped and looked up, his eyes slightly focused.

He found the demon wood eagle.

But his monster was robbed!

At this time, Yao Muying was already dead, lying on the ground with all his blood flowing out and completely lifeless.

And on its bruised body, in addition to the fine golden sword marks, there was another obvious sword wound. It seemed that it was injured by an extremely cold and powerful sword energy, and it died as a result.

Next to Yao Muying, stood a young man.

The young man was wearing a light blue robe. He looked young, with a handsome face, fair complexion, arrogance between his brows and eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

Not only his eyes, but his whole person, standing there, looked like a sharp spiritual sword.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, and after thinking for a while, he still didn't hide his aura deliberately, and walked straight out until he was ten feet away from the young man.

The young man noticed the footsteps and turned around slowly. His cold eyes touched the ink painting, and he was stunned for a moment.

Mo Hua got straight to the point, pointed at the demon wood eagle and said:

"This monster is mine."

When the young man in green heard this, his expression became cold again, even with obvious hostility.

"your?"

His voice was as crisp as a young man's, but also as cold as the edge of a sword.

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded and pointed upward, "I killed him with a sword and fell off the cliff and landed here."

Killed with a sword...

The young man glanced at the sword marks on Yao Muying's body, and the hostility in his eyes suddenly became heavier, and he sneered:

"It's mine now."

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with an indifferent expression:

"You...want to steal my things?"

The young man in green was slightly startled and sneered:

"I robbed it, so what can I do?"

There was a hint of defiance in the young man's tone.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.

He could see that this young man in light cyan robes was also in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He was practicing swordsmanship, and his sword energy was exquisite. He didn't know which sect he was a disciple of.

But no matter which disciple he is, no monk at the same level has dared to snatch his things.

Even if they were robbed, they would still be vomited out with blood and bones.

Moreover, this young man had an unruly look on his face and was obviously hostile to him, so he obviously would not give up easily.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly deep and he said slowly:

"If you dare to steal my things, don't blame me for being rude..."

The mountains and forests were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.

The young man in green clothes across from him had a stern look on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.

Something's not right with this little brat...

It was obvious that his blood was weak and his spiritual power was meager, but the aura around him was lingering with a faint sense of oppression.

At that moment, he realized that the kid in front of him was no ordinary character.

This sense of oppression cannot be explained, but it is extremely clear.

This intuition derived from the "Sword Heart Transparency" told him that the young boy in front of him must be a "big enemy" that should not be underestimated.

But this also aroused the pride in his heart.

Those who practice swordsmanship should be fearless and move forward without fear.

The young man in green was a little nervous and a little excited at the same time.

Only by defeating powerful enemies can his sword skills become stronger!

Although I don't know what the strength of the young monk in front of me is, my intuition will not lie, and Kenshin's premonition will not be false either.

The young man in green slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

His long sword was an ancient sword that was simple and ethereal, and had an inexplicable meaning.

The sword body was smooth and radiated a faint blue light, just like the clear moonlight, and it also concealed an elegant murderous intent.

He had a focused expression, cold eyes, and a sword energy flowing around him, with a kind of inviolable momentum.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.

What a sharp sword energy.

Among his peers, he had never seen such a strong sword cultivator.

Even Situ Jian had never had such a swordsmanship.

In the mountains and forests, the sword light flashed, and the murderous intent suddenly appeared.

Without a word of nonsense, the young man in green pointed his long sword, and a light blue sword light, like a crescent moon, broke through the air.

Mo Hua's body was like water, and he avoided it calmly.

The sword energy passed by Mo Hua, cut off the tree trunk, sank into the ground, and left a clear sword mark.

This sword mark is almost identical to the sword mark on the demon wooden eagle.

Mo Hua threw a fireball spell with his backhand.

This fireball spell is not as powerful as the sword light of the blue-clothed boy, but it is fast and accurate.

The blue-clothed boy turned into a sword light, and after a few flashes, he pulled away, but the fireball spell seemed to lock on him, slightly circled, changed the distance, and flew towards him again.

The blue-clothed boy looked slightly depressed, and with a slash of his long sword, a sword light split the fireball spell, and the two canceled each other out.

But the power of the fireball spell is obviously not as powerful as the sword energy.

And in the blink of an eye, the second fireball spell came again.

The blue-clothed boy's pupils shrank slightly.

This spell is too fast.

He slashed a sword light with his backhand, and the fireball was offset again.

"Fortunately, the power is not good..."

The blue-clothed boy said silently.

After that, the two of them, you threw fireballs, I split the sword light, and at the same time, with the help of body skills, turned and moved, and kept fighting in the mountains and forests.

Both sides were testing each other.

Mo Hua wanted to try out how powerful the swordsmanship of the young man in green was.

The young man in green wanted to find out what other methods Mo Hua had.

After a moment, Mo Hua felt that it was almost done.

The sword energy was very strong, but it was only at the top level of the middle stage of foundation building. Maybe there was a big killer move, but he definitely couldn't use it in front of him.

The boy's body movement seemed to be a sword escape type of body movement.

It was fast, but not as fast as himself, and like the sword light, it was straight and lacked changes.

Mo Hua began to consider what means to use to take down this young man in green.

Should he use the small meteorite forbidden technique at close range, or use the spiritual consciousness to control the sword at a distance.

Or secretly draw a formation, ambush, and then bombard with spells...

Mo Hua was a little entangled.

The entanglement was that some methods that were too powerful were not easy to use.

Although this boy stole his monster and had a bad temper, he couldn't really beat him to death because of this, otherwise he would get into trouble.

It's a bit difficult to win without killing...

On the other side, the young man in green was a little irritated.

Over and over again, it was the fireball technique.

The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, but this kid used the fireball technique all the time.

"Are you humiliating yourself?!"

The young man in green was slightly angry, and then said coldly: "You only know the fireball technique? What about your Duan Jinmen swordsmanship? Why don't you use it?"

Mo Hua threw two more fireballs, and said inexplicably: "I'm not Duan Jinmen, why do I use Duan Jinmen swordsmanship?"

The young man in green was stunned when he heard this, and slashed out two more sword qi to offset the fireball technique, and then frowned and asked:

"You are not Duan Jinmen?"

Mo Hua asked back: "How do I look like Duan Jinmen?"

The young man in green pointed at the demon wooden eagle, "You said that this eagle was killed by you, aren't these sword marks on it the Duanjin sword qi?"

Mo Hua was stunned, thinking that's it.

He used his spiritual consciousness to control the sword, and he used the sword formation of Duanjinmen, so the sword energy he released was naturally the sword energy of Duanjinmen.

Of course, he could not admit that he was the sword energy of Duanjinmen.

Mo Hua said, "This is the sword energy passed down from my family, how can it be the sword energy of Duanjinmen?"

The young man in green frowned, "This sword energy is of the gold system..."

"Gold is one of the five elements. There are so many sword cultivators in the world who cultivate the sword energy of the gold system. What does it have to do with his Duanjinmen?"

Mo Hua said confidently.

The young man in green paused and was speechless.

This statement seemed... indeed correct.

Duanjinmen is good at the sword energy of the gold system, but not all the inheritance of the golden sword is from Duanjinmen...

It was because he saw these golden sword marks that he concluded that the eagle demon was injured by the sword energy of those bastards of Duanjinmen, so he made an arbitrary conclusion...

The young man in green silently put away his long sword.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You don't want to fight anymore?"

The young man in green bowed his hands and said frankly:

"I was abrupt, sorry..."

Although he apologized, his face was stiff, and it was obvious that he felt a little awkward.

Mo Hua was a little surprised to see him apologize so directly. He pointed at the demon wooden eagle, "Then this demon beast..."

The young man in green hesitated, but only hesitated for a moment, and then simply said:

"It's yours."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction after hearing this.

A child who doesn't steal his demon beast is a good child.

It's just some misunderstandings, he is generous and doesn't care.

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back, rolled up his sleeves, his eyes turned from deep to clear, and he restrained his murderous intent.

The young man in green looked at Mo Hua and found that the strange sense of oppression and the palpitating sense of threat on Mo Hua disappeared in an instant, and his heart was slightly shaken.

He looked at Mo Hua deeply and asked solemnly:

"Which sect are you from?"

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

The young man spoke bluntly, his face was a little cold, and he was arrogant and not very polite.

Mo Hua said to him: "Before asking about someone's origin, you should first introduce yourself."

The young man in green was startled, and realized that he had neglected it, so he bowed and said:

"Outer disciple of Chongxu Sect..."

"Linghu Xiao."

Mo Hua was startled.

Linghu Xiao?

He looked at the young man's cold face and complained in his heart:

This Linghu Xiao, I have never seen him smile...