Asking about longevity

Because the Fushi soul among the seven souls of life was parasitized by the evil fetus, Mo Hua did not dare to be too arrogant, so he only manifested various five elements magics and many Bagua formations to kill these demons one by one.

Wave after wave of demons died in his hands, and were refined by him in an instant, refined into pure mental power, and sucked into his mouth.

And in his sea of ​​consciousness, the big white dog was also "eating" happily.

The demons that escaped from the gap guarded by Mo Hua followed the blockade formed by the God Pass Formation and the God Lock Formation and naturally came to the big white dog.

The big white dog glared with his eyes, and a majestic shadow appeared in his eyes, shocking a group of demons.

Then, taking advantage of this gap, he immediately pounced forward, biting them one by one, and swallowed them into his stomach.

It seemed that it was just biting the air randomly, and did not "eat" actual flesh and blood.

But the big white dog was eating very happily.

This kind of demonic power is a rare tonic for it.

Mo Hua, the "two-legged beast", did not lie to it. This is really a "big meal".

The big white dog is a strange beast, not a cultivator, and does not have a complicated human heart. In addition, it has the blood of a divine beast, so it is not afraid of evil thoughts polluting its heart. Therefore, the demons that it swallowed whole were absorbed directly in a few seconds, and even some impure evil thoughts were not spared.

As the night deepened, the yin energy in the room was filled with demons and demons.

Wen Renwei was guarding outside the house. He felt the gloomy atmosphere in the room and was frightened and uneasy.

But he kept Mo Hua's instructions in mind, just endured his temper and guarded outside the door firmly.

The fierce battle in the room continued.

Mo Hua was guarding in front, using spells and formations to kill one after another, and at the same time fighting to make up for the battle and restore the consumed divine thoughts.

The big white dog was very excited, running around everywhere, attacking the demons that Mo Hua missed.

After an unknown amount of time, the demon torrent gradually subsided.

At the end, the Tree of Divine Power began to shrink, the black water embryos withered, and the number of demons hatched became fewer and fewer.

These demons were numerous, but not too strong individually.

Mo Hua didn't point out the really strong ones.

And those elite demons such as the Sheep Horns and Sheep Head Warriors, who were relatively strong before, were already considered "trash fish" in front of Mo Hua, who was now at the Nineteenth Pattern Realm and had a spiritual consciousness.

After all, in a sense, he was already a being that could be compared to the evil fetus of the Lord of the Great Wilderness.

A mere demon, if one move couldn't solve it, then two moves.

When the last general demon was crushed by Mo Hua's bare hands, refined with a formation, and sucked into his stomach, the fierce battle finally ended.

And in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

The old man with a long beard was still releasing his spiritual consciousness and searching quietly.

But he was full of concerns this time, and searched very slowly.

And because he didn't dare to really release his spiritual sense, so as not to cause a disturbance and be found by his junior brother again, his perception was very vague.

In addition, there was a divine mist formation under the ink painting canvas blocking him, and the old man with a long beard searched for a long time, but still found nothing.

And just now, he found that the cause and effect of those surging and rampant demons were gradually dissipating.

I don't know if the source of these demons was cut off.

Or these demons were all wiped out.

But in any case, once the cause and effect are dispersed, the traces will gradually disappear...

Old Ancestor Dugu frowned, slightly angry in his heart.

He still didn't give up, and still released his spiritual sense, scanning back and forth in Taixu Mountain.

But after searching, there was still little trace...

...

Disciple residence, in the inner room.

As the last demon warrior was killed, the gloomy and cold air in the room was swept away.

In the smoke, Yu'er was still sleeping peacefully. I don't know what she dreamed of, and she began to suck her little hand.

The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua nodded and walked out of the inner room with the big white dog.

Wen Renwei, who was outside, saw Mo Hua, his eyes lit up, and asked: "Young Master Mo..."

Mo Hua nodded and said: "It's all solved, Yu'er slept well."

Wen Renwei bowed and said sincerely: "Thank you, Master."

"Uncle Wei, you're welcome."

Mo Hua exchanged a few more pleasantries and went back to the room.

But he thought about it and decided to leave the big white dog behind, "This big white dog will stay here to guard the door in case there is any accident tonight."

Wen Renwei thanked Mo Hua again, and at the same time felt that the young master was indeed thoughtful and considerate.

And the big white dog didn't refuse.

It was full, and its belly was bulging, and it also needed to digest.

At this time, it was too lazy to move. Seeing Mo Hua say this, it lay down on the spot, squinting its eyes and began to refine the demon it had just swallowed.

Mo Hua returned to his room.

This battle, in general, was all in his plan. There were no waves and no accidents.

The demons were killed, the evil fetus did not move, and Yu'er was fine.

He also ate a lot of evil spirits. Now he had to completely refine these evil spirits, cleanse them of evil, absorb their pure mental power, and make his spiritual consciousness further.

In the simple and quiet room.

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated his mind, meditating.

Wisps of mental power were refined.

His spiritual consciousness was strengthening little by little, and the realm of spiritual consciousness also climbed little by little from the beginning of the nineteenth pattern.

The sea of ​​consciousness expanded, the spiritual consciousness was thick, and the perception of the world became clearer and clearer.

A large amount of mental power was refined, and Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness grew rapidly at the beginning.

But soon, he encountered a bottleneck.

It was as if his consciousness had reached the limit of a foundation-building monk, and an almost insurmountable chasm lay in front of him.

This natural chasm is the limit set by heaven for the foundation-building monks.

Opposite the natural moat is Jindan.

The ink painting swallowed up a large number of demons, and the enhanced consciousness was like a drop in the bucket in front of this "natural chasm".

The growth rate of his consciousness also slowed down sharply, until finally, it stopped at the peak of the nineteen lines.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and sighed.

really……

Just like when refining Qi to break through and build a foundation, breaking through to a large realm is extremely difficult. It takes a lot of hard work over time and over a long period of time.

The amount of spiritual consciousness required for its growth has almost doubled.

It's not that there are nineteen lines to twenty lines, it seems like a difference of one line.

And it is roughly equivalent to starting from the first line and then repairing it to the nineteen lines, which is a total difference of nineteen lines.

This shortfall cannot be made up by just eating this big meal.

Although this situation was expected by Mo Hua, he still felt somewhat regretful in his heart.

Mo Hua smacked his lips.

"It would be great if I could eat the golden elixir in one breath..."

Mo Hua thought a little wishfully.

However, the gap between foundation building and golden elixir was even greater. After much deliberation, he didn't know what he should eat to ascend.

Eat a real evil god?

Mo Hua shook his head.

Not to mention evil gods, he can't even afford evil fetuses.

Now there is an evil fetus parasitic in his soul, but he can't do anything about it.

"Forget it, the peak of nineteen lines is just okay. You can't become fat in one breath..."

And the peak of the nineteen lines...

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized that this had reached the limit of foundation-building consciousness.

After that, almost all the foundation-building monks could not be stronger in spiritual consciousness than him, a monk who realized the spiritual consciousness.

And he was only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Calculated this way, it is still remarkable.

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

Moreover, all the second-grade formations from now on, except for the real second-grade absolute formations that are above the twenty lines, he can learn them very easily, and there will no longer be any pressure on his spiritual mind.

Mo Hua was satisfied and a little excited.

When he gets excited, he can't sleep - even though he doesn't usually need to sleep.

Mo Hua really wanted to find some formations to practice with, and see if with his peak nineteen-mark spiritual consciousness, he would be faster in learning the formations, and if he would be stronger when setting up the formations...

I thought about the ink painting for a while, then took out the paper and ink.

He spread the paper on the ground, placed the ink on the table, and then began to use his spiritual thoughts as a pen and his spiritual consciousness to control the ink, and draw formations on the ground.

This time he wanted to try how fast he could draw the formation with his peak consciousness and all his strength.

Therefore, he poured out his spiritual thoughts without reservation.

But what he didn't know was that the outpouring of spiritual thoughts also happened to touch the unknown, unfathomable and powerful Dongxu spiritual consciousness that was secretly wandering in Taixu Mountain...

In Mo Hua's room, there is no cloth god fog formation, which cannot block the perception.

He had just "eaten" the evil spirit, and the spiritual thoughts he released were still mixed with traces of impurities.

Therefore, the stuffing is leaked.

In the forbidden area behind the mountain.

The old man with a long beard suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp edge in his eyes.

"Finally, I caught it..."

There was a hint of evil in his spiritual thoughts.

It was obvious that he had used some means to get rid of his evil skin and wanted to pretend to be a serious monk so as to get through.

But the "vest" hasn't been taken off yet, so it's leaked.

"You...can't run away!"

The skinny palm of the bearded old man suddenly swiped and grabbed into the void.

At this time, the disciple was in the middle.

Mo Hua, who still knew nothing about it, was still drawing his formation with great concentration.

But as he continued to draw, suddenly something unexpected happened.

A terrifying wave came.

A dark, mottled space crack opened in the void in front of him for no reason.

Mo Hua was stunned, and his brain shut down for a moment.

Before he could react, a big skinny hand stretched out from the crack in the void, grabbed Mo Hua, and pulled him in.

Then, the cracks in the void slowly closed.

The disciple was inside, and there was no more ink painting, only his half-painted formation that was not yet finished...

…

The forbidden area behind the mountain.

A crack in the void flashed, and a figure emerged.

The old man with a long beard broke through the void and scooped it up. He didn't know what he had picked up, so he just pulled it in front of him.

"I want to see who the evil spirit is..."

The bearded old man snorted coldly, and then his voice suddenly stopped.

He was visibly stunned.

Only then did he realize that he had thought it was an evil heretic, a different kind of Xiaoxiao, so he shattered the void and grabbed it.

As a result, the "thing" that came over after this arrest was a young, handsome appearance, and clear eyes...a young disciple?

Moreover, judging from his dress, he is actually a disciple of his Taixu Sect?

Mo Hua, who knew nothing about the situation, couldn't help but blinked and felt a little confused when he was being carried by the old man.

The old man and the young man looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent for a moment.

After a while, the old man spoke slowly and asked in a hoarse and low voice:

"You...are a member of the Taixu Sect?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses a little bit, and with a glance, he found that he didn't know where he was. It was dark all around, with dead graves everywhere, and the moonlight was cold, desolate and depressing.

The old man in front of him seemed to be locked by formations and chains. Although he didn't know his identity and realm, he looked very scary at first glance.

Based on his intuitive perception, he was the kind of terrifying existence that could kill him with just a flick of his finger.

Even intuitively, he felt that he was much stronger than his uncle.

He was much stronger than all the cultivators he had seen before, including the few demons who died in the hands of his uncle, and Xia Jian, who was in the realm of Yuhua from the Dao Court.

Dongxu Patriarch? !

Mo Hua immediately became honest and nodded:

"Yes."

The bearded old man frowned slightly, "What were you doing just now?"

Mo Hua's heart tightened when he heard this.

Oh no, I was "caught"?

What I did was discovered by this old senior?

So, this old senior, could it be the ancestor of my Taixu Sect?

Did he notice something unusual and arrested me?

Mo Hua was very nervous, but at the same time he was secretly relieved.

He was nervous because his "cheating" might be discovered.

He was relieved because since this old senior was the ancestor of Taixu Sect, he would not kill me for a disagreement.

Moreover, if I guessed correctly, Mr. Xun was also a figure of the ancestor generation.

This old senior with a long beard might know Mr. Xun, so he would not embarrass me.

If it really doesn't work, I can bring up Mr. Xun's name, and maybe this old senior will let me go.

Seeing the bearded old man's unhappy expression, Mo Hua said respectfully:

"To answer the old senior's words, I have a young brother who often has nightmares. In his dreams, he is disturbed by demons and cannot fall asleep. So I borrowed a big white dog from the head of the sect to watch the door for my brother."

"I just finished watching the door tonight. After returning to the room, I thought it was still early, so I practiced the formation. I don't know why, but you... caught me here..."

Mo Hua picked out some "truths".

The old man frowned, pondered for a moment, and asked: "What's your brother's name?"

"Shangguan Yu." Mo Hua said.

"Shangguan?" The old man was a little surprised, "Are you from the Shangguan family?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I'm not, my surname is Mo."

The old man's eyes were slightly cold, "Your surname is Mo, and your brother's surname is Shangguan?"

Mo Hua explained: "He is not a biological brother, but we met by chance. I saved him and he calls me brother."

Life-saving grace?

The old man nodded slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Since your surname is Mo... Which Mo family are you from? There is no family with the surname Mo near the border of Ganxuezhou. Is it from Kunzhou or Kanzhou..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "I was born in Lizhou, I am a casual cultivator, I don't have a family."

"It's actually a casual cultivator..." The old man with a long beard was stunned.

He didn't expect that after so many years, Taixu Sect could still accept a casual cultivator. This is strange.

A casual cultivator has no clan or power, but because of this, it is impossible to find out where he is.

"You said... you borrowed a dog from the head of the sect?" The old man asked again.

Mo Hua nodded.

"What kind of dog is it?"

"White, big, long hair, with a little golden hair, high eyes, and looks down on people..."

Mo Hua described the appearance of the big white dog.

The old man with a long beard was moved, and his expression was somewhat clear.

"It's that thing..."

He gradually understood in his heart.

The child of the Shangguan family has a constitution that attracts evil spirits. The child surnamed Mo couldn't bear to see his brother suffer, so he went to ask for a strange beast to suppress the evil spirits.

The child used a strange beast to suppress the evil spirits, but this child also brought some evil spirits on his body.

This breath was detected by himself, and he mistakenly thought it was an "evil demon", so he grabbed it.

The old man with a long beard looked slightly condensed.

There are still some strange things in it, but it makes sense in general.

This child talked about it in detail, with a name and surname, and even the matter of the head of the sect. After that, a simple check can verify the truth.

Moreover, from his nearly thousand years of experience in judging people, although this child is a little embarrassed, he should not be lying in general.

The old man with a long beard sighed slightly.

Although he didn't lie, it seems that he... caught the wrong person...

This is just an ordinary little disciple, and has nothing to do with the cause and effect of evil spirits.

But it makes sense. A young disciple who is only 20 years old, unless he is a Taoist reincarnated and an old demon takes over his body, how could he affect the cause and effect and summon so many demons and evil spirits...

Since he is an ordinary disciple, the old man will naturally not make things difficult for Mo Hua.

He was not interested and just waved his hand and said:

"You can go back..."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Talking to this mysterious and powerful old senior whose background he didn't know, he was nervous about every word.

But he finally got away with it.

Mo Hua bowed meticulously and said respectfully: "Old senior, then I'll take my leave."

The old man with a long beard didn't say anything.

Mo Hua walked out, but after a few steps, he retreated, scratched his head, and asked in a low voice:

"Old senior, how... do I get out?"

There are dead graves everywhere here, desolate and weird, and the nearby formations are very advanced, which he can't understand now.

He has never been here before and doesn't know the way at all.

If he gets lost, or accidentally triggers some mechanism or formation, and gets bumped, he might lose his life with just a small foundation...

The old man with long beard sighed slightly, knowing that he was negligent, and said: "I'll take you back."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Hua.

Mo Hua did not dodge. Of course, he couldn't dodge the grab of Dongxu Patriarch.

Just before he was caught and sent away, Mo Hua glanced and suddenly saw a broken sword stuck between the dark and dry tombs on the ground. Then he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said:

"Old senior, wait!"

The old man with long beard paused, frowned and asked: "What's wrong?"

Mo Hua asked: "Old senior, is this a sword tomb?"

The old man with long beard stared, "Yes."

Sure enough!

The night was too dark before, and he was caught here suddenly. He was a little nervous and didn't dare to look carefully. He just thought he was in a dead tomb.

Until this moment, with the moonlight, he saw the broken sword on the tomb, and then he remembered that Elder Xun Ziyou had said that there was a sword tomb in the forbidden area behind the Taixu Sect.

And he also had something he had always wanted to do.

Mo Hua felt relieved and asked:

"Old senior, I know a senior who also practiced swordsmanship. It is very likely that he is buried in this sword tomb. I want to return the relics of this senior to the original owner, is it okay?"

Buried in the sword tomb...

The old man with a long beard was stunned.

In this sword tomb, all the sword cultivators in Taixu Sect who died suddenly because of their cultivation of the mind-transforming sword, risking their lives to kill demons and fight against evil spirits, were buried.

This child actually has this origin? Could it be... the descendant of the Shinto sword cultivator?

The old man looked at Mo Hua with a much gentler look.

He nodded and sighed, "Okay, go ahead."

Mo Hua was delighted and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, old senior!"

Then he walked towards the sword tombs around him.

What he wanted to return was the broken sword of Senior Dugu Xuan.

According to Senior Xun Zixian, when the mind turns into a sword, it hurts others and oneself, especially hurts one's own soul, so once injured, it is difficult to heal.

In Taixu Sect, most of the cultivators who practiced the mind-turned-sword technique had a hard time having a good end, either dying young or dying in hardship.

Senior Dugu Xuan had fought a desperate battle with the fallen river god, who was also the incarnation of the Great Desolate Evil God, in the Bloody Fishing Village. Although he finally suppressed the evil god's arrogance, his own natal sword was unfortunately broken in the battle.

This means that he was seriously injured and his foundation was damaged.

After that, Mo Hua never found any clues related to Senior Dugu Xuan.

Therefore, he speculated that this senior swordsman with outstanding talent in Taixu Sect and who practiced the sword-transforming mind technique may have died young.

Most of the dead sword-transforming mind practitioners were buried in the forbidden area of ​​the sword tomb.

Mo Hua got his broken sword, deduced the cause and effect from the sword, and learned the two sword-transforming mind techniques, the sword-transforming style and the sword-shocking sword, which was considered to be the inheritance of this senior. Therefore, he thought that he would repay the kindness with a spring, and one day he would come to the sword tomb and return the broken sword to its original owner.

After all, sword practitioners regard swords as their second lives.

He returned the broken sword and let the broken sword accompany its owner to be buried in the tomb, which was also a cause and effect.

Senior Xuan would be relieved if he knew about it in the afterlife.

Mo Hua searched among the nearby sword tombs.

But the sword tomb only has swords and tombs, no monuments, and no names. Mo Hua didn't know which sword tomb belonged to Senior Xuan.

He wanted to ask the old senior with a long beard who was guarding the sword tomb.

But this old senior was too powerful, his aura was terrible, and he looked like he didn't want to be approached by strangers. Mo Hua was not familiar with him, and he didn't dare to ask too much, so he could only look for it himself.

But after searching for a long time, he still found nothing.

Perhaps it was delayed for a long time, and the old senior with a long beard was obviously a little impatient.

Mo Hua had no choice but to think about it and do it himself. He dug some soil and built a simple small earth mound as a "new tomb".

Then he secretly took out the broken sword that was suppressed at the bottom of the blood pool in the bloody fishing village from the Nazi ring, and inserted it on the new tomb he had just dug out, forming a new "sword tomb".

And at the moment when Mo Hua took out the broken sword, the old man with a long beard, who was originally a little impatient, suddenly sensed an inexplicably familiar breath.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the broken sword that Mo Hua had stuck in the mound. His expression changed drastically, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"This is..."

Xuan'er's sword? !