Asking about longevity

The dark night was oppressive and deadly.

But Mo Hua could see the scarlet aura in the darkness, and vaguely heard the roar and roar of the monsters.

Then, the bone ground trembled.

The blood-colored array patterns were connected to each other, and an evil breath of divine thoughts came from afar.

A long passage made of bones appeared on the ground.

This passage, like a giant python, passed through the blood-colored stream and the bone river beach, leading to the gate of the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley at the farthest point.

Mo Hua's heart was shocked and he immediately understood.

Although he could not see the specific array pattern, the flow of the array divine power gave him a very clear feeling.

He had seen this array!

It was the Shinto array used to "open the door" painted on the bone bricks in front of the dry well in the blood-colored fishing village.

It was just that the array on this long bone passage was larger in scale, more complex in array pattern, and higher in grade.

Moreover, it was more evil.

The sixteenth moon was full, the blood stream was boiling, and the bone passage appeared.

The demon cultivators stood in front of the road with their heads bowed and their hands clasped, extremely respectful.

After an unknown amount of time, an old, hoarse voice like a beast sounded:

"Let's get going."

So one demon cultivator after another began to walk onto the bone passage like a dejected walking corpse, with slow steps.

The demon cultivators walking in front had a strong demon aura and were obviously of higher status.

They walked empty-handed.

The demon cultivators behind were either carrying the corpses of demon beasts or carrying huge storage bags.

There were also trailers in between.

On the vehicles were extremely tough second-grade iron cages, which held some injured, rare second-grade demon beasts.

These demon beasts were alive, but they were bound tightly by iron chains, and the sharp barbs pierced into their flesh and blood, making them unable to move at all.

Following along on the edge were some scattered, low-status demon cultivators.

All the demon cultivators, wrapped in black robes, walked on the bone passage like zombies, respectful and not daring to cross the passage.

It seemed that only this passage could lead to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Once you step on the wrong path, you will be doomed.

Xun Ziyou sent a letter to Mo Hua, saying, "We will follow in at the end..."

The demon cultivators behind are weak and have weak perception.

Even if they are discovered, it is easy to escape.

If they are mixed in the front, where powerful demon cultivators gather together, if something unexpected happens and they reveal their flaws, they will inevitably fall into the siege of these demon beasts.

He is in the late Jindan stage, so he is not afraid.

But Mo Hua is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and he is not a physical cultivator. He is very fragile and precious. He cannot be knocked or touched, and he cannot lose a hair.

He must not be allowed to take risks.

Mo Hua also nodded honestly.

The Ten Thousand Demons Valley is dangerous, and he must follow Elder Xun.

The two waited for a while, watching the full moon in the dark night. On the Blood Stream Bone Road, the team of demon cultivators gradually went away, and the demon cultivators following the back door were also sparse and fewer.

Mo Hua was about to set off to catch up, but Xun Ziyou suddenly stopped him.

Mo Hua turned his head with some doubts, but saw Xun Ziyou with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice:

"Someone came out of the valley!"

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and soon, he found that an astonishing demonic aura was surging in the distance.

Jindan demon cultivator!

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, and he turned around to follow the breath, and saw that the demonic aura in the direction of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley was suddenly strong and hazy, and two powerful figures appeared.

"Two Jindan demon cultivator elders?!"

Mo Hua was shocked.

The demon cultivators who entered the valley stopped and bowed to the ground.

They knelt on the ground, their backs arched, like a humble "human step".

The two demon elders, stepping on the kneeling demons, turned into two bloody winds and rushed directly out of the valley.

For a moment, the sea of ​​blood boiled and demons roared.

Xun Ziyou's eyes focused and blocked Mo Hua behind him.

Mo Hua hid behind Elder Xun, quietly poked his head out, squinted his eyes and peeked, and saw two scarlet blood lights wrapped around two figures, getting closer and closer to him.

The powerful demon power pressure made Mo Hua's scalp numb.

Seeing the two demon elders, like two running demon beasts, getting closer and closer, even in the blink of an eye, they were less than four or five hundred feet away.

Xun Ziyou's eyes were slightly cold, and he clenched the spiritual sword magic weapon in his hand that was in tune with his mind, and the golden elixir spiritual power began to operate silently.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.

Mo Hua was also a little nervous.

At this time, the two demon elders turned their escape light and fled to the outside of the dense forest without any hesitation.

It seemed quite anxious.

Xun Ziyou loosened his grip on the spirit sword, but his eyes were still a little solemn, and at the same time, there was a trace of doubt.

After the two demon elders disappeared, Mo Hua asked quietly:

"Where did these two bad elders go?"

Xun Ziyou shook his head slightly.

"It seems that they seem to have urgent matters?" Mo Hua said.

Xun Ziyou thought about it and suddenly felt uneasy.

Why did the two demon elders leave the valley so eagerly at this late hour?

Xun Ziyou was very concerned. He looked at the sky and the demon team. He estimated that there was still an hour before the Ten Thousand Demon Valley closed, so he said to Mo Hua:

"Something is fishy. I'll go and see. You stay here."

If you follow the Jindan demon cultivator, you must not bring Mo Hua with you.

Xun Ziyou thought for a while and said, "If I come back within an hour, we will enter the valley together."

"If I don't come back, don't go in. We'll discuss this matter later..."

After Xun Ziyou finished speaking, he reminded again: "Don't go in alone."

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded.

He still knew the importance of this.

After speaking, Xun Ziyou chased after the two demon cultivators.

Mo Hua had no choice but to wait there.

At the same time, he was also curious about what the two demon cultivator elders were doing so late at night, in such a hurry that they didn't even bother to cover up their own tracks.

But now, he couldn't guess, so he could only wait patiently.

Mo Hua waited on the big tree in front of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

But after waiting for a long time, when there were fewer and fewer demon cultivators below, the boiling blood stream gradually calmed down, and the bone passage was about to close, Elder Xun still didn't come back.

Mo Hua was a little worried.

"Elder Xun... nothing will happen to him, right?"

He is an elder of Taixu Sect, a junior of Mr. Xun, and a great cultivator in the late Jindan stage. He shouldn't die so easily...

Mo Hua was very worried about Elder Xun.

He turned his head again and glanced at the Wan Yao Valley in the distance.

There were fewer and fewer demon cultivators on the white bone passage, and the demon aura was getting weaker and weaker. It was estimated that Wan Yao Valley would be closed again soon.

Mo Hua sent a letter to Elder Xun:

"Elder Xun, are you okay?"

"Are you back?"

But the news that was spread out was like a muddy sea, and there was no news.

I don't know if Elder Xun didn't see it, or was delayed by something.

Mo Hua was a little anxious.

What to do?

Go in alone?

Mo Hua shook his head immediately.

He wouldn't go.

Too rash...

But if he didn't go now, he would have to wait for another month. By then, he didn't know what would happen.

Once there is an accident, the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley is closed or destroyed, and the Four Symbols Formation and the Shinto Formation inside will probably not be learned.

"Four Symbols Formation and Shinto Formation..."

Mo Hua had a struggle in his heart, and finally sighed.

Forget it.

Although he really wants to learn these two types of formations, the current situation is indeed not suitable for taking risks.

Wait for Elder Xun to come back and then make a long-term plan.

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

He waited for another half an hour.

Elder Xun still didn't come back.

Similarly, the gate of the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley was not closed.

Mo Hua was a little strange.

"Don't close the door? What do you mean?"

"Wait for me to go in?"

That can't be...

He doesn't have that much face.

Mo Hua stared at the demon cultivators below again, and then he found that at the edge of the white bone passage, there were several demon cultivators guarding a coffin.

From a distance, and covered by black robes, Mo Hua couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could faintly sense their emotions.

They were very anxious, as if they were waiting for something.

Mo Hua frowned.

What were they waiting for?

Mo Hua was very curious, and after a little contemplation, he stood up lightly and jumped to the nearest tree.

At this distance, he could just hear the voices of these demon cultivators.

But their mouths and noses seemed to have become demons, and the sounds they made were a bit like the panting of wild animals, not like human voices.

Mo Hua listened for a while before he gradually distinguished them.

"...Why...it took so long..."

"It delayed the time..."

"It seems that...something unexpected happened..."

"...I was discovered..."

"If we don't hurry up, the Ten Thousand Demon Valley will really close..."

Mo Hua frowned more and more, and while he was wondering, he heard some movement in the distance.

Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a demon cultivator coming out of the dense forest, with a sack on his back.

After the demon cultivator approached, he threw the sack on the ground and said in a muffled voice:

"That man kept his promise and delivered the 'goods'."

A demon cultivator stepped forward and opened the sack.

Inside the sack was a person. When the mouth was opened, a wooden little head was exposed.

Mo Hua looked down and was shocked.

"Little wooden man?!"

How could he be caught here?

Ouyang Mu in the sack was unconscious after encountering something unknown.

When Mo Hua was puzzled, there was movement in the distance again, and two more demon cultivators came over.

One of the demon cultivators was also carrying a sack on his back.

When he got closer, he threw the sack on the ground.

"It took some effort, damn..."

The demon cultivator kicked the sack, "You have a tough temper."

Mo Hua's heart tightened.

Who was caught this time?

"Is he dead?" A demon cultivator asked.

"No, the young master has ordered that he is useful only when he is alive. How could he kill him..."

As he said that, a demon cultivator opened the sack.

Inside the sack was a pretty boy.

Mo Hua was very surprised.

Song Jian?

He was also caught?

But Song Jian was fine, since he was not familiar with him anyway, whether he was dead or alive was not a big deal.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Then a group of demon cultivators gathered together, still without any movement, as if they were still waiting for something.

Mo Hua frowned, "Is there anyone else to be caught?"

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, within an incense stick of time, another group of demon cultivators came from afar.

There were four demon cultivators this time, and they were all at the peak of the foundation building stage, with strong demon power, and looked no different from demon beasts.

One of the demon cultivators was also carrying a sack.

When it got closer, it threw the sack on the ground and opened it. As expected, inside was a handsome boy - Linghu Xiao.

Linghu Xiao, who had a proud face, was now covered in wounds and was also unconscious.

A demon cultivator sighed, "This kid is really a pain in the ass, he is worthy of being the sword genius of Chongxu Sect..."

"You four are at the peak of foundation building, and it is so difficult to catch a middle-stage foundation building?"

"What do you know? It's easy to kill him, but it's hard to capture him alive, and we can't cripple him."

"And how do you know what his identity will be in the future?"

A demon cultivator sneered, "Maybe we, who are neither human nor demon, will have to rely on him and live by his face. How dare I really be ruthless and offend him?"

A demon cultivator on the side nodded, "That's right."

"But," a demon cultivator with a somewhat old voice sighed, "I have lived for so long, and I have never seen a sect genius who is so young and can have such terrible sword energy attainments..."

"Even enough to compete with the geniuses of the four major sects."

"In time, this boy's talent will be limitless."

The demon cultivators had different thoughts for a while.

There was envy, jealousy, and more indifference.

Some even gloated.

The journey of cultivating the Dao is long and arduous. No matter how talented one is, if one takes a wrong step, one will be doomed.

Now, they will take this "genius of swordsmanship" and take this "irreversible" step...

"Okay," one of the tallest demon cultivators said in a deep voice with a fixed gaze, "Let's go into the valley early."

His tone was a little solemn.

"There was an accident before we came. The two elders helped to delay it, but it may not be delayed for too long. Let's go into the valley early, seal the gate, and isolate ourselves from the world, so as to avoid any complications."

As long as we enter the valley, we will be safe.

"Okay." The demon cultivators nodded.

They opened the coffin lid beside them, stuffed Linghu Xiao, Ouyang Mu and Song Jian into the coffin, and then sealed the coffin.

In front of Mo Hua, a group of demon cultivators pushed the coffin and walked along the bone passage towards the distant Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air and had a headache.

Trouble...

He immediately sent another message to Elder Xun:

"Elder Xun, something big has happened! The demon cultivators have captured Ouyang Mu from Tai'a Sect and Linghu Xiao from Chongxu Sect, and are heading to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley."

But Elder Xun still did not reply.

Mo Hua frowned.

"What should I do?"

Save them?

But his strength is not enough. Most of these demon cultivators are in the late stage of foundation building, and some are even at the peak of foundation building.

Even if he kills a few of them with all his means, it will not help.

With such a big commotion, other demon cultivators will definitely come to support.

He is not a physical cultivator, and he can't escape with Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao on his back.

What's more, the two of them are still sealed in the coffin.

It is probably not that easy to open the coffin.

With his own strength, he can't save them...

"Return to the sect to report the news?"

It will definitely be too late.

Even if the sect mobilizes manpower and sieges the Ten Thousand Demons Valley in a large scale, it won't work.

If these demon cultivators are forced into a corner and directly "kill each other", then Xiao Mu and Linghu Xiao will probably be in danger.

"Then just ignore it?"

Mo Hua shook his head again.

Although what the demon cultivator said just now was vague, Mo Hua could guess roughly.

The Ten Thousand Demon Valley will be closed for a month.

Once Xiao Mu and Linghu Xiao enter the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, it is obvious what will happen.

When the valley is opened again, a month has passed, and it is still unknown what the two have become.

It is very likely that the next time the demon cultivators leave the valley, the two who have fallen into the demon path will come out wearing "black robes".

Mo Hua sighed.

Song Jian didn't care.

But Xiao Mu and Linghu Xiao couldn't be ignored.

How they fell into the hands of the demon cultivators, Mo Hua didn't know for the time being.

But if he didn't think of a solution, these two children might really be stuck here and never turn back.

Mo Hua sent another message to Elder Xun:

"Hello, Elder Xun, are you there?"

Elder Xun still didn't respond.

There was no other way, so Mo Hua could only send another message:

"I'll sneak into the Ten Thousand Monsters Valley first and see..."

The formation was secondary, but he had to find a way to rescue Xiao Mu and Linghu Xiao first.

Mo Hua was about to leave, but he hesitated again.

He always felt that it was not safe.

The Ten Thousand Monsters Valley was dangerous and unpredictable, with many demon cultivators, and a Jindan demon cultivator elder sitting in charge. If he was a little careless, he would probably be in big trouble.

But this risk seemed to have to be taken.

But if he really took this risk, no one would cover him.

Mo Hua frowned.

He suddenly realized that he was still a little bit bad now...

He was just building a foundation now, and there was still a long way to go in the future.

The road ahead was long, he had to rescue his master, break through the realm, travel around the nine states, and seek the ultimate formation...

The dangers he encountered were probably countless, and it was impossible for someone to always cover him.

Whether it was Uncle Gu or Elder Xun, it was impossible for them to always follow him and be his "bodyguard".

If I were alone in the future and encountered something dangerous, would I just retreat?

Mo Hua shook his head slowly.

He now had some experience in Taoism and knew that wealth and honor can only be achieved through risk.

All opportunities are inevitably accompanied by "risks".

The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.

The greater the opportunity, the greater the risk.

If you blindly seek stability, the opportunities that may come to you will be handed over to others, and your life will be ordinary and mediocre from now on.

However, if you do not seek stability, you may be greedy and self-destructive.

Neither is good...

The ink painting is a bit confusing.

what to do?

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved.

Things have good and bad consequences, and people have misfortunes and blessings.

Is there a way to control "good, bad, bad, and good" in one's own hands?

In this way, survival may not be impossible in desperate situations.

Even misfortune may not turn into good fortune.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, then he frowned.

"But...how to do it specifically?"

Mo Hua was thinking about it, and suddenly a figure with gentle eyebrows, fairy-like demeanor, and extraordinary handsomeness appeared in his mind.

"Master..."

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then thought about it carefully.

So far, the person he has met who is most capable of "seeking good luck and avoiding evil" is his master.

Except in the end, all the secrets of heaven will be exhausted and there will be no life left.

Before that, Master always did everything with complete calculation and ease.

And the master is able to do this because of his unique skill in the way of divine consciousness——

Calculation of heaven and earth!

Good and bad luck, good and bad fortune, are the categories of heavenly cause and effect.

Logically speaking, then, through the calculation of the heavenly secrets, one can naturally discern the good and bad fortunes in the heavenly secrets, and the blessings and misfortunes in the cause and effect.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think:

If you can really be like your master, you can understand the secrets of heaven, calculate cause and effect, predict good and bad luck, and see misfortunes and blessings...

In the future, even if you are alone, facing a situation surrounded by enemies, helpless, and helpless, you can still use the secrets of heaven to escape, rely on cause and effect, seek survival in desperate situations, and seek opportunities in risks.

No matter how strong the wind and waves are, you can still catch big fish!

Mo Hua perked up and then started to think again.

But how?

How to predict fortune and misfortune through heavenly calculations?

Master never taught me...

Mo Hua scratched his head.

He began to think about who among all the monks he met was a "fortune teller" and what methods he could learn from.

On the road of bones, the coffin with the small piece of wood and Linghu Xiao sealed was already drifting away.

If we don't hurry up, it will be too late.

We need to think of a solution quickly and calculate a hexagram first...

Mo Hua was anxious and thought hard:

"Turtle shell omens?"

But I don’t have a tortoise shell in my hand...

"Does it count?"

In such a short time, where to gather yarrow? Count them one by one.

"compass?"

There are array disks and pointing compasses, but the one used in the Tianji algorithm seems to be a special kind of Tianji compass. It is very expensive and I can’t get it myself...

"Forget it, whatever is useful..."

Mo Hua began to look through the storage bag to see if there was anything he could barely use for divination...

But the storage bag is full of things for formations.

Formation plates, ink, formation pens, formation books, jade slips, etc.

There are also some spiritual weapons and spiritual swords, as well as commonly used elixirs.

These have nothing to do with divination.

There was nothing I could do about the ink painting, so I turned to Na Zi Jie again.

While flipping through the pages, Mo Hua was suddenly startled and found a "copper coin" lying in the corner of Na Zi Jie.

He had no memory of this copper coin before, and it seemed that it should not exist in his Nazi ring.

But there is a very familiar smell on the copper coins.

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then his eyes were filled with sadness and his heart was sour.

It's Master's copper coin...

"This is what Master... left for me?"