Asking about longevity

The divine essence is really a good thing!

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

From the information obtained from Sister Xia, it is known that there is a high probability that the bodies of the dozen or so Jindan demon cultivator leaders of this demon sect have a divine corpse. The divine corpse is the "blessing" of the evil god to the Jindan demon cultivator.

At the same time, it is also treating these Jindan demon cultivators as "puppets".

And for Mo Hua, these Jindan demon cultivators are also "storage bags" storing divine essence. As long as these Jindan demon cultivators are killed, there is a way to get the divine essence.

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But..

Mo Hua was a little confused for a while. Is it easier to kill Jindan demon cultivators and earn divine essence... or is it easier to kill the evil fetus and refine divine essence? No matter killing Jindan or killing the evil fetus, it seems that it is not an easy task.

In fact, killing the evil fetus may be more "pragmatic" in comparison - at least he is now practically, step by step, on the road of "killing the evil fetus". Killing Jindan Demon Cultivators... is not only dangerous, but also full of variables.

Uncle Gu, who is in the Jindan realm, almost lost his life, not to mention a small foundation-building cultivator. In the killing game between Jindan cultivators in the third-grade state, there is no room for him to intervene.

It is almost wishful thinking to refine the essence of the spirit by killing Jindan cultivators. Mo Hua frowned.

But this matter cannot be left alone. Because of Uncle Gu.

Uncle Gu has been "hanging around" with me for too long. He has intervened in many things and has too many causes and consequences. This is why he was targeted by the evil god's forces, and there were Jindan demon cultivators who would rather self-destruct their Jindan than die with him...

Although Uncle Gu himself said that he was the Taoist Court's Director, it was his duty to arrest the evil demon cultivators. But to be honest, there must be his own reasons.

If it weren't for me, a "troublemaker", Uncle Gu would not have been so deeply involved in the evil god's game. Before, in the second-grade state, it was OK to arrest the peak second-grade criminals.

Now, he, a Dianshi in the early stage of Jindan, has to fight openly and secretly with the bloodthirsty Demon Sect, which is led by more than ten Jindan demons, in the third-grade state. In the wind and blood, if you don't pay attention, you may lose your life one day.

Mo Hua sighed.

Although Uncle Gu is cold, he is a good man. It's a pity that he died.

"Then is there any way to help Dao Tingsi hunt down Jindan demons, protect Uncle Gu's safety, and earn some spiritual essence by the way?" Of course, spiritual essence is secondary.

I am mainly worried about Uncle Gu's safety.

Mo Hua nodded, but after thinking for a long time, he was still at a loss. Cultivation is a "barrier" like a copper wall and iron wall between cultivators.

Many things, if the cultivation is not enough, it will not work, no matter what you do.

Not to mention, the middle stage of foundation building is really too much compared to Jindan. Mo Hua shook his head.

This matter could only be put aside temporarily, and he could only silently wish Uncle Gu good luck in the future... He really couldn't help.

After that, Mo Hua practiced for another two days, and it was the seven-day period.

He was going to the back mountain to learn sword from the ancestor again.

But this time, when Mo Hua burned incense and bathed, and was ready, he sat obediently in the disciple room, waiting for the ancestor to "open the door" and take him in. The void in front of him was calm and there was no movement for a long time.

"What's going on?" Mo Hua was a little surprised. Did the ancestor forget the time?

Impossible...

"Or did the ancestor have an accident?" Mo Hua was in a heavy mood.

He waited for a while, but there was still no movement in front of him. Just when Mo Hua thought that the ancestor would not catch him to learn sword tonight. The void finally began to flicker.

A dark and profound space crack appeared, and a skinny big hand stretched out and grabbed Mo Hua's collar. As the scene changed, Mo Hua came to the sword tomb again.

Mo Hua looked carefully, the back mountain was still the back mountain, and the sword tomb was still the sword tomb.

The old ancestor Dugu, who was sitting in the Jian family, seemed to be the same as usual, nothing unusual. "Practice sword."

The voice of the old ancestor Dugu was as low and hoarse as always, as pale as a dry stone in the dark night. Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and asked, "Old ancestor, what sword moves should I practice?"

He has now learned the sword of beheading gods.

"Start from the beginning and practice everything I taught you again." Mo Hua was stunned, "Practice from the beginning?"

The old ancestor Dugu nodded, "Replacing the sword with a formation and opening up a new path is a good thing. But don't forget the foundation of the sword. To a certain extent, the true art of transforming the mind into a sword is a sword art after all. It's always good to practice sword more."

Mo Hua felt that it made sense, so he nodded.

Although his "cheating" way of transforming his mind into a sword is very consistent with the "path" he wants to take, he still needs to master the original swordsmanship, even if he is not proficient in it. A thorough understanding of worldly affairs is a learning.

The same is true for cultivation. There are profound ways in formation and swordsmanship.

It is best to learn more from the basics without any hesitation and without fear of trivialities. However, the attitude of the ancestor always makes Mo Hua feel a little uncomfortable.

It seems that the ancestor... is he worried about something?

Mo Hua couldn't ask, so he could only bury his head and continue to practice swordsmanship.

In this way, he seemed to have returned to the beginning, still down-to-earth, starting from sword moves, and began to practice swordsmanship step by step. And what he practiced was the swordsmanship moves of physical cultivation.

Of course, he could only practice the moves, which were not powerful, just to strengthen his body. After practicing for more than an hour, the time was up and Mo Hua was about to leave.

Ancestor Dugu was silent for a moment, then he suddenly touched his forehead with his hand, borrowed a ray of sword intention, and drew a circle on the ground. The circle was unfathomable, and the sword intention was unfathomable, wrapping both the ink painting and himself in the circle.

Ancestor Dugu then opened his mouth and asked:

"Ink painting..."

He paused for a moment, then slowly asked, his voice cold: "What did I teach you last time you came here?" Mo Hua was startled, then his pupils narrowed, and he considered:

"Ancestor, you taught me the method of slaying one's own soul, slaying the ego, realizing the origin, transforming the way of swordsmanship, and attaining the great truth." Ancestor Dugu was silent for a long time after hearing this.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed the words "Tai Shang Zhan Qing" and asked: "Ancestor, is there something wrong?"

Patriarch Dugu did not answer, but looked solemn, even a bit scary, and said:

"Mo Hua, you have to remember that from now on, you don't have to believe anything I teach you. Think about everything yourself and keep your heart..." Mo Hua frowned, "Ancestor..."

Before he could ask anything, the solemnity on Patriarch Dugu's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression became indifferent again, as if all the external objects in the world were not lingering in his heart, no sadness, no joy, no attachment and no thoughts.

Mo Hua silently stopped talking.

Ancestor Dugu broke the "sword circle" he had just drawn with a swipe of his finger. He raised his indifferent eyes and looked at the ink painting: "What did I teach you just now?"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said: "Ancestor, you taught me the method of killing one's own soul." Ancestor Dugu nodded, "Very good, study hard." "

Mo Hua said nothing more and bowed respectfully: "Ancestor, I'll take my leave first."

Ancestor Dugu glanced at the ink painting with an indifferent gaze, revealing a strange "appreciation", then broke through the void and sent the ink painting away to the sword tomb, leaving Ancestor Dugu alone.

His figure became more and more lonely, even looking a little rickety. When the cold moonlight shines, it becomes even more desolate.

And his expression also fell into contradictions. One moment it was cold, the other moment it was confused, the next moment it was frowning, and the next moment it was like a blank sheet of paper with no emotion at all. Under the intertwining of these emotions, Patriarch Dugu said bitterly

"I shouldn't have taught him... I shouldn't have taught him anything from the beginning..." Junior brother is right, I... did something wrong again. "

"You can't learn how to turn your spiritual thoughts into swords...

"Those things, once they can't be touched, were originally well sealed. It was me who opened the door for them..." I found a good seedling for them...

"If you don't learn, nothing will happen. But once you learn...the stronger the sword, the stronger the demon, and you can't kill it all." "It's my fault."

"This sword art should indeed be banned. It should be buried with me in this sword tomb, turning into withered bones and dust." "I..."

When Patriarch Dugu said this, he coughed violently, his face distorted, and his facial features turned into nothingness, like a faceless man. But his face clearly had no facial features, only human skin, but he showed a clear smile:

"I taught you well!"

"The seeds have been planted...

"He has started to learn. I can feel that he has started to chop..."

"Cut it off, chop it off quickly, chop off the self, chop off the humanity, chop off all the relationships, cause and effect...

"Ancestor Dugu" laughed in a low voice, his voice was strange, male and female could not be distinguished, like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld, echoing among the sword tombs. ..

The disciple is in the middle. Mo Hua frowned.

He felt that something was really wrong with Patriarch Dugu. But what exactly went wrong, he couldn't tell.

With his cultivation level, there is a big mountain separated from Jin Dan Shang, let alone the cave above Yuhua.

The key is that he doesn't know what he can do. If he intervenes rashly, he may add unnecessary trouble and make the situation worse. Mo Hua pondered for a long time, but still felt that for now, he could only wait and see.

He is still self-aware.

If the Ancestor Dugu can't solve the matter on his own, he will definitely be in trouble. So he should just follow the Ancestor's instructions and practice his sword well.

But when it comes to practicing swordsmanship...

Mo Hua remembered what his ancestor told him just now:

"From now on, you don't have to believe everything I teach you. Think about everything yourself and keep your heart... You don't have to believe everything. Think about it yourself and keep your heart...

Mo Hua reflected for a moment and immediately realized that the ancestor was probably reminding him in a subtle way that some methods should be practiced with caution. Especially that door, I wonder if it is the "Tao of Tai Shang Love" passed down to him by his ancestor.

"Fortunately, I was cautious and kept an eye out... Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief silently.

And now that I think about it, my practice does not violate the words of my ancestor: "You don't have to believe everything, think for yourself, and keep your heart." It should be fine...

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, but the things on the void level of the cave were like the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, so hazy that it was difficult to see the reality clearly. Mo Hua sighed and had no choice but to give up.

From then on, Mo Hua continued as usual, practicing Taoism and sword practice according to his own plan, practicing the "Sword of God-Slaying" and the "Tao of Love-Slaying" together.

On weekdays, he, a junior fellow student in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, would also attend Taixu Sect's later stage of Foundation Establishment cultivation courses with his junior fellow apprentices in the later stage of Foundation Establishment. When he was free, he would go see Yu'er.

Since Yu'er was frightened at Gu's house last time and had a nightmare, she is not in good spirits. In Yu'er's room.

Mo Hua set up some Shinto formations beside Yu'er's bed and lit a calming incense that he had asked for from Mr. Mei. The quiet fragrance filled the room.

"You were frightened and your mind is unstable. Don't learn the formations these days. Take more rest. After a while, you can make up for the missed lessons." Mo Hua said gently. Yu'er nodded obediently, "Okay, Brother Mo."

Mo Hua smiled and turned to leave, but Yu'er suddenly grabbed his collar, "Brother Mo..."

Mo Hua turned around and said gently, "What? Are you having nightmares again?"

Yu'er shook her head gently, but she was still a little scared when she saw his expression.

Mo Hua touched his head, "It's okay, I'll stay with you for a while, you can sleep peacefully." "Yeah." Yu'er nodded gently.

Then Yu'er closed her eyes.

He has a small face and a handsome appearance. When he closes his eyes, he looks like a gentle and cute little sheep.

But not long after, Yu'er opened her eyes again, and in her clear eyes, there was a strong sense of uneasiness like a deer. Mo Hua was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu'er stammered, "Brother Mo, will you be in trouble?" Mo Hua was a little puzzled, "What's the matter?"

Yu'er said, "Just...will you encounter danger?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, but still said, "Anyone will encounter danger in this life. I have also encountered many dangers, but they are all considered to be out of danger. So this kind of thing doesn't need to be too concerned."

"Yeah." Yu'er nodded.

Mo Hua glanced at Yu'er and asked softly, "Yu'er, are you worried about something?" Yu'er's face turned pale and bit her lips tightly. After a moment, she slowly said:

"Brother Mo, am I...a divine fetus?"

Mo Hua's pupils suddenly shrank, and a slight chill came out of his heart, but his voice was still as gentle as possible: "Who told you this?"

Yu'er shook her head, "No one told me, it was...I heard it in a dream..."Dream? "

"Well," Yu'er said, "That day at Gu's house, Uncle Gu suddenly became very scary. His eyes were black and red. He looked at me and I had a nightmare." "After Brother Mo came, I felt much better... But later, I still had some nightmares intermittently." "In the dream, there seemed to be many mountains, many monsters, and blood..." "It seemed that there were people talking..." "What they said was about waking up, rabbits, crying, one mountain, one river, and one person..." "They also said that many people would die... The blood would flow into the river, the bones would be paved into high buildings, and the human flesh would be built into cities, and they would all be connected..." "They also said that all these things were done because of me..." "Because of me, everyone will be killed, everyone will die..." Yu'er's face became paler and paler, and her body was trembling. She seemed to be in deep self-blame and fear, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Mo Hua felt a little distressed, so he smiled and touched Yu'er's head and said: "This is just a dream. Dreams are often the opposite. Everyone will live well, don't worry." Yu'er nodded with tears in her eyes. Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Yu'er, do you know about demons and evil spirits?"

Yu'er shook her head and nodded, "Are those the ones in my dream?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "Demons and evil spirits are the best at bewitching people. They will lie to you when you are afraid, worried, and frightened, and your mind is not firm." "Demons' words are all lies."

"The more you are afraid of them, the more they will bully you. If you are strong in your heart, they will not dare to lie to you."

"And..." Mo Hua raised his delicate eyebrows, "All the demons and evil spirits in this world are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of your brother Mo. I only need one sword to kill them all."

"Next time they lie to you, tell me, I will kill them all!" Mo Hua's voice revealed a gentle killing intent.

Yu'er's eyes gradually lit up, and she felt much more at ease. She smiled at Mo Hua and nodded. "Okay, have a good sleep, and when you are refreshed, there will be no evil thoughts to bother you." Mo Hua said.

Yu'er nodded obediently, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Mo Hua stayed by her side until Yu'er fell into a deep sleep, and then left with peace of mind. After Mo Hua left, Yu'er was still sleeping peacefully.

But after a moment, Yu'er in her sleep slowly frowned again. In his ears, there was an evil and sharp voice:

"He is lying to you..."

"How many evil spirits can he kill with just a foundation building?"

"The demons are endless, sooner or later, he will be completely devoured by the demons...sucked dry of blood, eaten up of flesh, even bones will be gnawed away...""And all this is your fault."

"He wanted to save you, but he didn't know..."

The terrible voice seemed to ring in his ears and penetrate into Yu'er's mind, "..you are the biggest demon." Yu'er in the dream looked terrified, "I'm not..."

"You are!"

The evil voice seemed to penetrate into his heart, "You shouldn't be alive, as long as you live, your mother, your uncle Gu, your brother Mo, all will die...""The more you tell them, the faster they will die. "They will die in your hands...

Yu'er curled up, her tears soaking the quilt, and whispered: "I don't want my mother to die, I don't want Brother Mo to die, I..."

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Mo Hua thought about Yu'er, his eyes were solemn, and he couldn't help muttering: "Strange..."

"There is no evil breath, no evil karma, no evil god parasitism... Why does Yu'er still have nightmares? Even hear eating language?" "Could it be... the evil god is about to wake up?"

"Also, what does Yu'er mean by those things?" "What is the rabbit crying? What is a mountain, a river, and a person?"

The blood will flow into the river, the bones will be paved into high-rise buildings, and the human flesh will be built into cities... "Are these some kind of omens?"

Mo Hua felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

He only roughly knew the outline of the evil god's plan, but he knew very little about what this plot was..

Now it seems that the entire plan of the evil god's revival may be bloodier, more cruel, and more grand than he expected. So much so that... everyone will die?

After that, Mo Hua wanted to find some more clues, but he had no place to start.

He wiped out the blood oath list, and all the foundation-building criminals under the evil god were also wiped out from the "soul" level. Now only "Young Master" remained.

But Young Master hid behind the scenes and did not show his tracks. He could not check the Jindan demon cultivators.

There were no effective clues in other places...

After all the calculations, Mo Hua still could not do anything. He could only calm down, practice with peace of mind, and continue to practice swords... After more than a month, Gu Changhuai's injuries were much better.

He was a Jindan, with a relatively strong foundation. The Gu family was also a large family with no shortage of elixirs and spiritual materials. After more than a month of careful care, his injuries were almost healed. However, his consciousness was still damaged, and he occasionally felt drowsy and tingling. There were also residual pains in his meridians, so he could not do it with all his strength.

Normally, he should rest at home in this situation.

But Gu Changhuai was stubborn and a "workaholic". As soon as he could move, he immediately went to work in the Daoting Division. Mo Hua was a little worried.

Last time, Uncle Gu was lucky. But what about the next time?

If there is a next time, he might really lose his life...

How could a Daoting Si Dian Si who was in the open and injured defend against a dozen Jindan demon cultivators in the dark... But there was no point in worrying.

After that, time was still passing by little by little.

Mo Hua's realm was still stuck, and he was still practicing the Divine Mind Sword. The evil god's plan should still be advancing in secret.

Daoting Si was still destroying the Demon Sect, Uncle Gu was still shrouded in blood and rain, and Yu'er was not as happy as before... Mo Hua only felt that the situation was getting out of his control little by little, and he was somewhat powerless.

Until this day, Cheng Mo gave him a token.