Asking about longevity

In the prison, all the monsters were almost wiped out.

The ink painting of the realm of nineteen lines of spiritual consciousness has bright eyes, more condensed spiritual thoughts, and more powerful aura.

Here, no one or any evil spirit can stop him.

He turned his head and looked at the ram's horn gate.

Above the gate, there are layers of Shinto seals blocking it.

These Shinto formations were relatively strict in Mo Hua's eyes before.

But at this time, he swallowed countless monsters, broke through the "seal" of Heavenly Dao, and digested the "sealing" laws of Heavenly Dao, and his understanding of the Divine Dao formations deepened.

When I look at it now, I can vaguely feel that there are faint rules flowing among the formations of the Shinto formation above the ram's horn gate.

It's just that the "sealing" rule on this door, the ink painting now looks a bit rough, full of "flaws".

He raised his palm, and a golden sword condensed from his palm, and he slashed with the force.

It looks like just an ordinary sword, but it contains the understanding of the operation of the laws of the Shinto formation, just like "the cook cuts off the ox", avoiding its willingness and attacking its weakness.

With just one sword strike, he penetrated the Shinto formation and pierced the door.

Mr. Tu's pupils suddenly shrank inside the gate.

The evil spirit outside the door has faded...

The evil spirit is still breaking down the door.

"So many monsters...were all killed?"

Is this fierce god so terrifying? !

Although Mr. Tu had expected it, he was still a little unbelievable.

What "breed" of ferocious gods can have such terrifying strength, fearless of being bitten by a group of demons, fearless of the consumption of telekinesis, and capable of slaying thousands of monsters in such a short period of time?

Mr. Tu's face was as dark as water. He turned to look at the empty mural on the other side and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The sacred bridge has been broken, and the road to the sacred land has been blocked."

"This fierce god, no matter how terrifying it is, has stopped here. He cannot covet the Lord's hometown..."

Mr. Tu glanced at the pale "Master" beside him again, and said solemnly:

"Sir, let's go quickly."

What else does the young master want to say?

Suddenly, there was a "puff" sound.

The ram's horn door was pierced again, several formations were shattered, and a golden sword tip was revealed on the door.

This sword was transformed by divine thoughts, simple and crude.

But it contains an astonishing spiritual killing aura.

Mr. Tu changed his color and said quickly:

"Let's go! If you don't go, it will be too late!"

"This fierce god is coming in soon!"

The young master said: "Sir, you..."

Mr. Tu said: "I will give up this remnant soul to serve as the queen of the Young Master, otherwise we will not be able to leave..."

While he was talking, several more holes were poked out of the ram's horn gate, and the sword was fierce.

There are very few Shinto formations left on the door.

The terrifying figure of the "fierce god" outside the door was also looming.

The young master gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, here you go, Mr. Lao!"

He immediately took out a section of the divine bone, sprinkled the blood of his spiritual thoughts on the bone, and then relied on the virtual and real sense of the divine bone to gradually escape from the "nightmare" in the Demon Refining Diagram.

His figure also disappeared little by little.

The "fierce god" outside the door seemed to have sensed something. After a moment's hesitation, he condensed a stronger spiritual sword energy and accelerated the speed of breaking through the door.

Above the gate, the relief of the goat's horn was cut and mottled.

The entire Shinto gate was once the most unbreakable "seal", but now it was chopped like paper, with air leaking everywhere.

But after a few breaths, the Shinto gate was completely shattered.

A figure, holding a bright golden light, was about to walk in.

"not good!"

Seeing that "Young Master"'s spiritual thoughts have not completely escaped.

"Mr. Tu", who only had a trace of his remaining soul, immediately rolled his eyes upward, and his eyes turned into two crimson blood holes, revealing numbness and cruelty.

This is an evil secret method.

He wiped out reason and promoted his evil nature to the extreme.

Two black, filthy, and incomplete horns grew out of Mr. Tu's head, and the flesh and blood around his body began to twist, becoming deformed and ugly.

Within a moment, he turned into a "goat-horned demon".

At the same time, his evil aura also reached its peak.

Before Mo Hua came in, Mr. Tu, who turned into a demon, suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua with gusts of fishy wind and strong evil thoughts.

But before he could get closer, his body suddenly stiffened and he stood still.

After a moment, a golden light appeared on his forehead.

A golden sword directly pierced the forehead of "Mr. Tu", and then the sword energy dispersed outward, dismembering Mr. Tu's body into pieces.

"As expected of...a fierce god..."

"With the power of this remnant soul, it is completely unmatched."

"The way of the gods is truly magnificent and unpredictable..."

Mr. Tu's face was cut into pieces by the sword energy. The blood in his dark pupils gradually dissipated, the madness faded away, and his sanity was slightly restored like a flash of light.

He tried his best to look at the "fierce god".

He wanted to see the face of this "fierce god".

I want to see what the "enemy" of the God Lord looks like.

But his eyes were full of blood, and there was a golden light in his eyes. He couldn't see the face of the fierce god who pierced his forehead with a sword and killed him.

He could only see a "young" figure among the blood and golden light, and a pair of cold and majestic eyes.

This is a "young" evil god.

It seems that it has just been hatched from the womb of God.

But His eyes already have the majesty of God, as well as indifference to the common people, and even more than that...

Vaguely, "Mr. Tu" also saw that in these eyes, there were strange lines that alternated between black and white.

"Death at the hands of 'gods'."

"Died at the hands of the powerful enemy of the God Lord."

"Die for the great cause of the God Lord!"

"This remnant soul deserves to die..."

Mr. Tu said piously in his heart, and then his soul was completely crushed by the golden light and dissipated.

On the other side, the figure of the young master was also gradually dissipating. Before he was completely freed from the nightmare and his spiritual thoughts were completely dissipated, he also saw the figure of the "fierce god" who killed Mr. Tu with one sword.

Covered in golden light, he looks like a child, but he has the condescending majesty of a god and a chilling indifference.

Make him feel that he is so humble.

There was even an inexplicable fear in my heart.

He only took one look, and only dared to look at it, and he couldn't wait to escape from the nightmare with the little time that Mr. Tu's remnant soul bought with his life.

He was afraid that if he took one more look, he would be killed in the hands of this terrible evil god.

…

In the main hall in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The young master, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he was breathing heavily.

His back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

It was like having a "nightmare".

But his eyes were full of coldness and resentment.

"This is the first time in my life that I am so embarrassed..."

He kept the outline of the young god firmly in his heart, his eyes cold:

"I will never forget this humiliation..."

…

And at the moment when the remnant soul was wiped out, in the Qianxue State, in the Qiandao Sect, an elder who was teaching his disciples suddenly turned pale and had a splitting headache.

It was as if a ray of soul had been torn out of his body.

His face was a little distorted, almost losing its original shape.

"Elder Shen" quickly covered his face with his sleeves to hide his face. At the same time, he arched his body and coughed uncontrollably, almost coughing up blood.

The disciples were all startled and looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

A disciple expressed concern:

"Elder, are you okay?"

"Elder Shen" coughed a few more times, secretly smoothed the human skin on his face, and then slowly raised his head.

His face was frighteningly white, like the face of a dead person.

The whole person also looked extremely haggard.

The disciples sitting down looked shocked.

"Elder, you..."

"Elder Shen"'s mind changed rapidly, his face was bitter, he sighed and said slowly:

"I recently got an ancient scroll of formations. It's very difficult and obscure. I spent so much time sleeping and forgetting to eat that I couldn't understand it. Unknowingly, my consciousness was over-exploited and my vitality was damaged."

After Elder Shen finished speaking, he looked up at the crowd of disciples and said in a serious tone:

"... You should also take this as a warning. When learning formations, you must act according to your ability. If you don't have enough spiritual awareness, you cannot force your understanding. You cannot be hasty. You must proceed step by step and step by step..."

"If you are greedy for success and rush forward, you will be like me..."

Elder Shen coughed a few times and his face became paler, "...the loss of spiritual consciousness has damaged the foundation."

All the disciples felt awe-inspiring and bowed their heads one after another:

"Thank you, elder, for your teaching. Disciples will definitely remember it."

"Elder Shen" nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, let's continue the class..."

"yes."

Elder Shen opened the file, compared it with the formation map on the formation plate, and explained the formation method to the disciples, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

But in his heart, he was not at all calm.

"That remnant of my soul...is actually dead?"

"What happened in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."

"Who destroyed my remaining soul?"

Elder Shen couldn't help but shrink his pupils and feel cold in his heart.

…

In the Demon Refining Picture.

The ink painting was covered with golden light, and with lightning speed, it obliterated a blood-colored evil demon. When he turned to look at another figure, it was too late.

In a quick glance, he only saw the figure of a noble young man.

But before he could take a closer look at its specific appearance, it gradually became blurred and completely disappeared, leaving no one to know where it went.

"Pity……"

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

This bloody evil demon suddenly came over and killed him fiercely.

I was careless and didn't think of holding back, so I penetrated its mind with a sword and killed it, leaving no one alive.

Now that I think about it, this should be the "Mr. Tu".

And that "young master" failed to keep him and let him escape without even seeing his face clearly.

"The plan is so thorough and the actions are so secretive. It's really not easy to catch..."

Mo Hua felt sorry in his heart.

"If you run away, just run away. There should be another chance later..."

Mo Hua calmed down, turned his head, looked around, and found that the surrounding area was empty and nothing special, and doubts arose in his heart:

"What are Mr. Tu and this young man doing hiding behind the ram's horn gate?"

They kept it so secret, it must be a big deal.

In fact, it is a major event that must be accomplished even if one dies.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, looked around again, and suddenly said "eh" softly.

He found a small blank mural.

This mural is different from the Demon Refining Picture outside. It is only one person tall and is bare with nothing on it.

Mo Hua almost dismissed it as an ordinary "stone wall".

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, felt it carefully, and was shocked.

"There is a... very special smell..."

Serene, quiet, mellow, sweet...

It seems to be an aura that is close to the origin of gods, making the "divinity" in the ink paintings' spiritual thoughts give rise to a kind of restlessness of desire.

"What's this?"

The reason why Mr. Tu and the others are hiding here secretly is to erase the traces of this thing and prevent others from...

Or just don't let yourself find out?

The ink painting is a bit puzzling and even more curious.

He really wanted to know what was hidden in this blank mural that could have such a "mellow and sweet" divine aura.

Mo Hua checked the mural again, inch by inch.

Even other things in the temple were carefully "scanned" with spiritual consciousness.

But still found nothing.

"My hands and feet are quite clean..."

Mo Hua shook his head. Seeing that there were no other clues around him, he could only sigh in his heart:

"That's all, it's getting late, let's go back first."

"Anyway, I will have to deal with the Great Wilderness Evil God in the future. When I have clues, I can peel off the cocoons and investigate slowly."

"Moreover, the evil spirit ate too much this time. If you don't go back to meditate early and get rid of distracting thoughts, you will have problems with your Taoist heart..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

The demonic thoughts of Mr. Tu’s remnant soul and death are still floating in the air.

Mo Hua dislikes these evil thoughts and naturally won't eat them.

He condensed a few more sword energy to exterminate these remaining demonic thoughts, completely eliminating the trouble, and then left the hall.

After leaving the main hall, Mo Hua found the sword bone hiding in a corner, "keeping to himself".

Since the demons swarmed, this sword bone has been hiding here "pretending to be dead".

Of course, Mo Huaben didn't expect it to help him.

The demons in the Great Hell are rioting, so it’s good that it can survive.

"I'm back..." Mo Hua said.

"Yes, yes..." Jian Gugu nodded repeatedly.

Only the bones of its waist were left, and it bowed even more.

After seeing the countless demons in this prison being completely suppressed and even devoured by Mo Hua.

The sword bones were as silent as cicadas, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads and look directly at the ink paintings.

Since it transformed into a sword demon, it has never seen a god.

But thinking about "gods" is nothing more than that.

When he thought that the little ancestor in front of him had a strong mind that could rival the gods, Jian Gu couldn't help but bend his waist even lower.

Along the way, the little ink painting held its head high and the tall sword demon bowed.

In this way, one person and one demon returned the same way, left the Demon Refining Map, and returned to the blood pool of the sword bones.

In the blood pool, Linghuxiao and the others were still unconscious.

Mo Hua checked their status and found nothing unusual, then he said to Jian Gugu:

"You let me out first, and then you can let whoever I ask you to let out. If you dare to be careful..."

Jian Gugu said quickly:

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

How dare you be so careful?

Is that a little trick? That's taking your own life for granted.

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out his little hand and said to the sword bone: "I'm going out."

The sword bone shivered subconsciously when it saw Mo Hua's little hand, and the ribs that were broken by these hands felt a dull pain again.

But it still tried its best to restrain itself.

The sword bones transformed into their true form, turning into a bone sword.

The bone sword of its body is the key to entering the blood pool.

Mo Hua held the bone sword in his hand, and with a thought in his mind, the blood mist spread, and the scenery in front of him changed. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had arrived in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

In front of him is a mural-like demon refining picture.

In his hand, he also held a broken sword of white bones, which was inserted into the mural.

The moment Mo Hua opened his eyes, Xun Ziyou and the three Jindan elders noticed it.

Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian breathed a sigh of relief and looked slightly happy.

Only Elder Shangguan Xuanjian, who rushed to the Xumen, looked uneasy, and couldn't help but have a hint of hope in his tone, but also a hint of despair:

"Mo Hua, Xiao'er him..."

Mo Hua smiled brightly and said: "It's okay, I brought them all back."

When Shangguan Xuan saw this, he felt for a moment that there was no more handsome face in the world than Mo Hua.

Even if the immortal held up the flowers and smiled, it would not be as beautiful as the smiling face of Mo Hua at this moment.

Shangguan Xuanjian breathed a deep sigh of relief, just like a person who has been drowning for a long time and finally reached the shore after a lot of hard work. He felt both a "feeling of exhaustion" and a sense of relief.

"That smile..."

Shangguan Xuanjian looked at Linghu, who was still unconscious, with a pale and bloodless face, and looked a little worried.

Mo Hua said: "Wait a moment."

He pulled out the broken bone sword, walked to Linghuxiao, put the bone sword against Linghuxiao's forehead, and said softly:

"Sword Bones, let him go."

The sword bones inside did not dare to neglect at all.

After a while, Mo Hua sensed that there was a hint of spiritual aura on Linghu Xiao's body, there was some blood on his face, and there was a faint breath between his mouth and nose.

Sensing this change, Shangguan Xuanjian was overjoyed.

After that, Mo Hua followed suit and returned the souls of Ouyang Mu and Song Jian to themselves.

At this point, all three people have been rescued.

However, they were "sacrificially sacrificed" into the map, and their souls were forced to leave the body. Now that they are back, they need to adapt for a while and rest for a while before they can wake up.

Shangguan Xuanjian cupped his fists at Mo Hua and said:

"Little brother, I am grateful for your kindness. If you need anything in the future, as long as it does not violate the ethics of cultivators, I will do my best!"

Saving Linghu Xiao, the sword genius, can be regarded as saving the future of Chongxu Sect to a certain extent.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Elder Shangguan is too polite. I only did a little insignificant 'little thing'."

Insignificant little thing...

The three elders, Xun Ziyou, all looked a little subtle when they heard this.

It is related to the way of divine thoughts. This "insignificant little thing" is something that at least the three elders of the sect in the late Jindan period cannot do...

Xun Ziyou couldn't help but pat Mo Hua on the shoulder and gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, people should be humble, but excessive humility is conceited."

"Elder Shangguan is highly respected and his words are as good as gold. If he asks you to find him if you have something, you must not be polite to him."

The implication is that you should agree quickly to avoid them from regretting it.

The promise of a late Jindan elder is impossible for others to get.

Mo Hua understood, and immediately returned the greeting, smiling:

"Thank you, Elder Shangguan."

Shangguan Xuanjian nodded.

Since he had said it, he would not regret it.

Besides, compared with Linghu Xiao's safety, his promise was actually nothing.

"Okay," Xun Ziyou said, "Since the three children have been rescued and the Ten Thousand Demons Valley has been conquered, let's go back first. The sect will handle the rest of the matter. You..."

Mo Hua said, "Elder Xun, wait a minute."

Xun Ziyou was startled, "What's wrong?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, and slowly said in a deep voice:

"There should be another door nearby..."