Asking about longevity

The golden light was as condensed as a thread, and the sword contained murderous intent.

The expression of the old demon cultivator changed drastically, and he immediately transformed into a demonic beast, closed his jointed limbs, blocked his body, and quickly retreated, trying to avoid the sword.

But this sword is extremely fast.

Before he could take a few steps back, the golden sword light with sharp killing intent was already approaching.

The old demon cultivator gritted his teeth and blocked the vital parts of his body with hard dismemberment.

Then the sword pattern flashed, golden light bloomed, and the spiritual sword shattered, like a golden lotus blooming side by side, gorgeous and dangerous.

In an instant, sword energy overflowed and blood mist exploded.

The limbs severed by the sword energy flew away in all directions, and the flesh and blood torn by the broken sword exploded all over the ground.

Ouyang Mu opened his mouth.

Although this was not the first time he had seen Senior Brother Mo's sword, this type of sword was really unbelievable. The sword light was beautiful, but the sword aura was dangerous, far beyond that of ordinary monks in the same realm.

So every time he saw it, he was inevitably shocked.

When the sword energy dissipated and the blood mist dissipated, the weapon refining room was in a mess, as if it had been washed by blood.

A moment later, in the middle of the field, a mass of flesh and blood was trembling.

The old demon cultivator is not dead.

He is at the pinnacle of foundation building cultivation.

Mo Hua is only in the middle stage of foundation building. Although relying on the Broken Golden Sword Formation and the power of divine sword control is enough to pose a great threat to the later stage of foundation building, it is still a bit unrealistic to kill this old demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building in one fell swoop. .

The flesh and blood of the old demon cultivator trembled a few times, and then like a snake and insect shedding its skin, a layer of flesh and blood shed away, revealing the stooped and old figure underneath.

But his breath instantly became much weaker.

The face is also getting older.

Obviously, this serious injury and molting consumed his last bit of vitality and brought him one step closer to his ultimate limit.

At the same time, his expression became more solemn, even with a hint of fear.

This kind of sword control...

Golden elixir? !

"No," the old demon cultivator shook his head and thought, "It can't be the golden elixir. The spiritual power has not been crystallized, but it is still at the foundation level."

"But... what kind of foundation-building monk can master such a powerful and strange sword-controlling method?"

"In this prison of ten thousand demons, where demon cultivators are everywhere, who can control a sword so purely?"

At this moment, this terrifying sword cultivator was hiding in the dark, peeping at him.

The old demon cultivator was confused and frightened. He opened his eyes and looked around, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Fellow Taoist Who?"

"Why don't you show up and meet me?"

There was no echo or movement.

The old demon cultivator let go of his consciousness. The walls were empty and he still couldn't sense anything, but he knew that someone must be lurking in the dark.

The old demon cultivator sneered, "If you have such a superb swordsmanship, why do you act like a villain, hiding your head and showing your tail, not daring to show your face?"

Mo Hua naturally didn't talk nonsense with him.

He had already taken out his second spiritual sword.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

In this world, if there is something that cannot be solved by using a sword once, then use it again.

With everything ready, Mo Hua's consciousness began to lock in again.

The expression of the old demon cultivator suddenly changed.

He felt that there was a cold, obscure, strange, and inexplicably majestic consciousness coming to him quietly.

Divine consciousness locked!

Before, his focus was entirely on killing Ouyang Mu, so he almost didn't notice this strange and obscure consciousness.

Now that he had been stabbed by a sword, he was like a frightened bird. With full concentration, his perception became much sharper.

This was a kind of divine consciousness that he had never experienced before.

It's even so weird and complicated that it doesn't look like human consciousness at all.

The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart.

He wanted to get rid of the lock of this spiritual consciousness, but as soon as his spiritual thought moved, he found that this ray of spiritual consciousness was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he could not get rid of it at all.

The old demon cultivator looked horrified.

"Die!"

He is at the end of his strength.

If that terrible sword strikes again, I will definitely die!

This cultivation, ambition, and century-old plan for the golden elixir will all be in vain!

"no!"

"How to save yourself?!"

The old demon cultivator was in panic, and he immediately flicked his sleeves, and five or six evil daggers several feet long, tempered with centipede demon poison, were shot at Ouyang Mu at the side.

Sure enough, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis in him that was locked by his divine consciousness faded away.

Several evil swords, containing the demonic power at the peak of Foundation Establishment, streaked through the air with streaks of blood, heading straight for Ouyang Mu.

Ouyang Mu was startled and could only retreat as much as possible.

But he couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't prevent it at all.

At this moment, golden light flashed in the sky.

A golden spiritual sword flew through the air and exploded with a ball of golden sword energy, destroying all these bloody evil swords.

Spiritual power and evil power intertwine and strangle.

A powerful wave of spiritual power spread, accompanied by fine sword energy and sword fragments.

In desperation, Ouyang Mu only had time to cross his arms in front of him to protect himself, before he was blown away by the aftermath of the sword exchange and fell into the corner.

Ouyang Mu struggled to get up, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was hurt a little.

But Xinmai was wearing the protective mirror Mo Hua gave him, so it was no big deal.

At this time, the light in the old demon cultivator's cloudy eyes suddenly surged, and he looked towards the roof.

The golden spiritual sword just now was fast and powerful. It destroyed all his evil swords, but at the same time, it also exposed the position of the sword.

The old demon cultivator immediately injected demon power into an evil sword.

This evil sword has a snake pattern on the blade. It is longer than the previous one, and it is soaked in blood-colored light due to the injection of evil power.

The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the blood-red light of the snake-patterned evil sword rose, like a poisonous snake, biting out and heading straight for the roof.

The blood-red sword light hit the roof, causing an explosion.

For a moment, the stone wall broke and the broken stones flew.

Before the sword light hit, a thin figure fell from the roof and landed in the room.

The old demon cultivator snorted coldly.

"No matter how cunning you are, you were forced out by this old man. I want to see who you are..."

The dust dissipated, and the figure that fell from the roof gradually became clear.

Thin body, white skin.

The face was covered with dust, looking dirty, but you could see the handsomeness between the eyebrows and eyes, as well as the innocence and immaturity in the expression.

The old demon cultivator took a look, and his pupils shrank, a little confused.

"A... kid?!"

The person who attacked him with the extremely sharp Broken Gold Sword was this... innocent-looking kid? !

No, absolutely impossible!

The old demon cultivator looked solemn and asked in a deep voice:

"Little ghost, who are you?"

Mo Hua smiled and said nothing.

The old demon cultivator was shocked.

Could it be... an old demon with a childlike face and black hair.

But, that's not right.

His body is very weak, his spiritual power doesn't seem strong, his blood is fresh and tender, without any stale air, and he is obviously not very old, and doesn't look like an old demon at all.

The old demon cultivator's expression moved slightly, and he guessed in his heart:

"This kid...maybe he has some adventure. Although he has poor aptitude, he has a very high talent in swordsmanship. Therefore, at such a young age, he has mastered such a sharp sword control."

"But apart from sword control, I'm afraid he knows nothing else."

"That's why he dares not show up, and can only hide in the dark, and attack with sword control..."

The old demon cultivator had a plan in his mind, and slowly glanced at Mo Hua, and then at Ouyang Mu beside him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Little brother, are you from the same sect as this kid from the Ouyang family?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, and said:

"I guess so."

His voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and pleasant.

The old demon cultivator's eyelids twitched slightly, and he thought to himself that he was indeed a young kid.

He felt more and more incredible in his heart, but a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

"Little brother, let's not beat around the bush. Although I don't know how you got in, you should understand that this is the Ten Thousand Demon Prison. Once discovered, no matter how great your swordsmanship is, you will be torn to pieces and eaten alive by hundreds of demon cultivators."

"With so many demon cultivators desperately besieging us, even a golden elixir cultivator is at risk of falling, not to mention a kid in the middle stage of foundation building..."

"To be honest, I also have some secrets that I don't want outsiders to know..." The old demon cultivator slowed down his tone, "Why don't we both stop?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Old liar, don't lie to me. Even if I want to stop, you won't let it go."

The old demon cultivator paused and said kindly, "Little brother, why do you say that?"

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said:

" Old liar, you have forged the sword bone and want to form the golden elixir. Now the arrow is on the string, success or failure is a matter of seconds, how can you stop? "

"Do you really think I am a child? Still want to deceive me?"

The old demon cultivator frowned slightly, and then a hint of ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "How do you know that I want to forge the sword bone and form the golden elixir?"

"Nonsense," Mo Hua said, "Who doesn't want to form the golden elixir?"

The old demon cultivator's eyes were slightly cold, "Then do you know how to forge the sword bone and form the golden elixir?"

Mo Hua looked confident:

"Don't think I don't know, your sword bone has been forged. As for forming the golden elixir, it is nothing more than using Junior Brother Mu as a primer and forming the golden elixir with some unorthodox methods."

When Mo Hua said this, he paid attention to the old demon cultivator's consciousness.

But this old demon cultivator was obviously an old shady guy. At this time, the two were confronting each other, and his vigilance was extremely high, and his consciousness fluctuations were not obvious.

Mo Hua was not sure for a while, whether his guess was right or wrong.

Or, was he only half right?

When Mo Hua was deep in thought, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu beside him hurriedly say:

"Brother Mo, it's not good! This old thing is eating secretly!"

Mo Hua was startled.

Ouyang Mu looked anxious.

At first, he listened to the two people talking and didn't pay attention. Later, he accidentally noticed that the old demon cultivator's back was a little abnormal. He looked sideways and suddenly found that the old demon cultivator had two slender limbs extending from his back at some point, and a wriggling insect mouth also cracked on the back of his head.

At this moment, he was carrying Mo Hua on his back, constantly using his limbs to feed a kind of blood-colored elixir into the insect mouth on the back of his head.

Ouyang Mu's voice was not finished.

The old demon cultivator's expression suddenly became ferocious.

Not only Ouyang Mu, but also this little ghost who came out of nowhere. He wanted to kill these two little kids and use them as the primer for his own evil sword!

He was already on his deathbed, and now he was injured by the sword and his life was coming to an end. He had to fight for this only glimmer of life!

Just now, he was chatting with Mo Hua while feeding himself the elixir.

At the same time, he had also thought about it in his mind.

Ouyang Mu, that kid, was good at forging swords, but he was vulnerable in a real fight, so it didn't matter.

What was important was that he could fly the sword.

This weird kid, his swordsmanship was indeed outstanding, but his physical body was poor and his spiritual power was weak, so he must be afraid of being approached.

And his swordsmanship was long-range.

As long as he got close to him and made him unable to fly the sword, no matter how superb his swordsmanship was, he would be nothing but fish on his chopping board!

Victory or defeat depends on this move, life or death also depends on this move!

Right now, as long as you strike first, the advantage lies with you!

The evil energy surged in the eyes of the old demon cultivator, and his body began to demonize again. Even if there was insufficient time, the demonic power was not fully restored, and he could only demonize half of it, becoming an ugly monster that was half human and half centipede, but it was enough.

This sword-wielding brat is no match for him as long as he gets close!

The demonic wind suddenly rises, and the bloody light trembles.

The old demon cultivator suddenly attacked at an extremely fast speed.

He could even see the "panic" look on Mo Hua's face opposite him, as well as his helpless look.

"poor child……"

The old demon cultivates his mind.

But there was no mercy in his heart.

The two jointed limbs were like sharp sickles, cutting towards Mo Hua's body, as if they wanted to cut Mo Hua into three sections along the waist.

But in the next moment, there was a flash of water, and Mo Hua's figure disappeared.

The old demon cultivator was startled.

Shenfa?

But he didn't give up. He caught a glimpse of Mo Hua's figure from the corner of his eye, and continued to swing his limbs to slash at Mo Hua.

The figure of the ink painting is as light as water, clinging to the sharp limbs, and dodging it dangerously.

This was done three more times.

All the ink paintings escaped.

The old demon cultivator felt angry.

Where did this damn kid learn such a weird movement technique?

But he was unable to dismount from the tiger, so he could only drag his long centipede body, waving his jointed limbs, and kept chasing the ink paintings to slash.

If you don't get close enough to kill Mo Hua, if you allow Mo Hua to distance himself and wield the sword with his spiritual consciousness, you will be the one who dies.

Mo Hua's figure was like water, avoiding the attack of the old demon cultivator.

The scene was somewhat stalemate for a while.

After hiding like this for dozens of rounds, Mo Hua was quite embarrassed and said when he had time:

"Old liar, forget it, I have good physical skills, you can't kill me."

The old demon cultivator snorted coldly, "I am killing you and you are running away. Even if you can dodge hundreds of moves, if you can't dodge even one move, you will die in my hands!"

"I just took a lot of pills, I can use them slowly with you!"

The old demon cultivator's eyes were ferocious.

Mo Hua's expression was solemn, with a hint of anxiety, but after just a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon:

"What a coincidence, I just set up a lot of formations, and I don't want to waste time with you."

When the old demon cultivator heard this, he looked stunned for a moment.

Then suddenly a chill came over my heart.

He lowered his head and saw that at some point, layers of formations were painted on the ground. One of the formations was shining with golden light, like a golden lock, and had wrapped around his limbs.

The old demon cultivator's pupils trembled.

When I was chasing this kid, he led me step by step into the center of this dense formation? !

When did he set up the formation?

How can this be? !

An extremely strong omen of death enveloped his whole body.

The old demon cultivator's expression was twisted, and he almost tried his best to escape from these formations.

But it's too late.

The golden locks are entangled, and the ground fire explodes.

Golden light and fire spread directly.

Mo Hua's feet were like a dragonfly floating on water, floating back step by step. At the same time, he was also activating the formation in circles.

Every time he took a step back, a circle of formations exploded, covering the old demon cultivator layer by layer until he was completely engulfed.

The two spiritual powers of earth fire and earth killing fluctuated, constantly intersecting and strangling.

The light of fire and earth alternated with each other.

Finally, when the fluctuations in the formation subsided, the old demon cultivator had been strangled by the formation, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

The evil weapon room suddenly became quiet.

Only the gloomy fire was still burning "sizzlingly".

Ouyang Mu breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked at the middle of the formation explosion, where the old demon cultivator turned into flesh and blood. Thinking that he was once a swordsmith of the Ouyang family in Tai'amen, he felt a little complicated.

Then he turned his head and said: "Senior Brother Mo..."

But before he finished speaking, Mo Hua shook his head.

Ouyang Mu was startled, "What's wrong?"

"It's not over yet..."

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ouyang Mu's heart trembled, and he immediately looked at the old demon cultivator who was still flesh and blood, and saw a trace of golden-red blood shining between the flesh and blood.

That's a sword.

It was the sword bone that the old demon cultivator had previously forged with his own "spine".

It was also the natal evil sword that he carefully prepared for his promotion to the Golden Elixir.

At this time, the evil bone sword glowed with golden light, and the blood flowed like magma, evaporating little by little the remaining flesh and blood body of the old demon cultivator.

Ouyang Mu's face turned pale.

When this old demon cultivator was about to die, he sacrificed his life and flesh and blood and activated the evil sword!

The flesh and blood evaporated by the evil fire of sword energy emitted a thin mist of blood and a disgusting human smell.

The blood mist of the evil sword instantly enveloped the entire room.

Ouyang Mu was dizzy for a moment, and felt that his whole body was like a dream, and he couldn't tell the difference between true and false, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body.

Just when I didn't know what to do, I heard a voice from afar:

"Black cloth, wrapped around the forehead!"

Brother Mo!

Ouyang Mu was excited and immediately followed the instructions, wrapping the black cloth Mo Hua had given him before around his forehead.

As soon as the black cloth was wrapped around it, everything seemed to be cut off.

My head no longer hurts, my head doesn't feel dizzy, and I don't have that blurry feeling in a dream anymore.

"Stay where you are, don't move." Mo Hua said again.

"good."

Ouyang Mu nodded, then followed Mo Hua's instructions and meditated obediently in place.

On the other side, Mo Hua indulged in the dreamlike feeling and listened to the whispers in his ears. After a long time, he felt that his consciousness was being pulled away.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a pool of blood.

In the middle of the pool, there was a hideous bone sword.

And the surroundings were sealed by array patterns.

This array pattern was exactly the divine array pattern that the old demon cultivator had drawn on the sword bone.

The blood pool was strangely quiet.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, and just as he was wondering, a sudden change occurred.

A bloody and evil divine breath emerged from all around and injected into the bone sword.

The bone sword seemed to be injected with a "soul" and seemed to be integrated into "flesh and blood". Blood oozed from it, white bones grew, white flesh grew, and it expanded and grew little by little... Finally, it turned into a hideous and cold "white bone centipede sword demon" with six claws on both hands.

And its facial aura was vaguely recognizable.

It was the old demon cultivator.

After the old demon cultivator transformed into a complete form of the White Bone Sword Demon, he couldn't help but let out a low and terrifying sinister laugh.

"Finally..."

"I did it!"

"If the golden elixir can't be formed, I will continue to live in the form of the demon 'Sword Demon'..."

Then its pair of dark and evil eyes turned, and it looked at Mo Hua indifferently.

After a moment, it suddenly frowned:

"Why did you become smaller?"

Mo Hua in the form of divine thoughts was still a little kid before the foundation building.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, with some coldness in his eyes.

"Forget it," the old demon cultivator who turned into a white bone sword demon, with a tall and ferocious form, didn't care, and laughed wildly:

"Smaller, and tenderer, just right for appetizers..."

Its expression suddenly showed a fierce look, one arm turned into a bone sword, and a white light was drawn, slashing at Mo Hua.

It is now a demon, a sword demon!

Being in its own natal bone sword, nourished by the blood pool, it could feel that its evil thoughts were unprecedentedly strong.

It was not afraid of anyone, any evil spirit, any demon.

It wanted to chop this kid into pieces alive, and then swallow it bite by bite, as a gift for its transformation into a demon!

The bone sword fell down grimly.

Then, after just a moment, it stopped abruptly...

The grin of the bone sword demon froze on his face.

It saw an incomprehensible scene.

The bone sword was caught by Mo Hua with his bare hands.

Mo Hua, who looked very young compared to the huge body of the bone sword demon, stretched out a small hand and easily grasped the seemingly sharp and evil bone sword.

There was not even a scratch on the white little hand.

The bone sword demon moved the bone sword a few times and found that the sword body was grasped by Mo Hua. No matter how hard it tried, it did not move.

It suddenly realized that something was not right...

Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, "You want to eat me?"

The White Bone Sword Demon was silent.

Mo Hua gently pinched it, and it made a creaking sound.

The bone sword was crushed by his bare hands.

The White Bone Sword Demon was startled, and suddenly took a breath of cold air, and his face instantly became paler than the bones.