Asking about longevity

The ancient mystery, the flow of the five elements, and the unity of the formation and path of the Taixu Divine Sword, the light surged, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and suddenly slashed down.

The blood-slaying blade condensed with blood from the divine skeleton was broken every inch at the moment of the confrontation. The bloody path of slaughter, cruelty, and killing, which was silent and dehumanizing, was also strangled by the swordsmanship drawn in ink, and was finally destroyed by the simple and vast The Taixu Sword Intention was directly crushed.

Eventually, the Blood Blade collapsed.

The majestic God-Slaying Sword cut off the bloody blade, opened up the sea of ​​blood, and struck the divine skeleton with supreme power. A third-grade divine skeleton with condensed spiritual thoughts and black-red blood, like indestructible armor.

But in front of this "God-Slaying Sword" that combines the Mountain-Opening Sword Formation, the Broken Gold Sword Formation, the Guishui Sword Formation, the Lihuo Sword Formation, and the ancient Taixu Sword Intent, it is still vulnerable.

The dazzling God-Slaying Blade only lasted for a moment before it broke through the bloody armor of the divine skeleton, shattered its shoulder bones, cut into its body, and then went straight down, completely cutting the divine skeleton into two halves. Cut off its path and cut off its origin.

The divine body is broken, the blood flow is cut off, and the origin is cut off.

At the wound, the sword intention remained, still cutting continuously, preventing the injury from recovering and killing all life.

The horrified look on the divine skeleton still remained on its face. After a moment, it slowly turned its head and looked at the ink painting holding the God-Slaying Sword in both hands, its eyes filled with fear. "What a strong sword..."

Gradually, Shengui's expression became calm and indifferent.

Its body is gradually dissipating, and its will is gradually disappearing, but its tone is very calm. "You win...

"Your Taoism is a mess, and your swordsmanship is a mess...but I have to say that it is indeed very strong." "But there is no end to the Tao. The further you go, the more refined and pure you have to be. If you are so careless, you will not be able to move forward." Far away.”

The blood-colored divine corpse took one last deep look at Mo Hua.

"I lost this time. I hope I can meet you next time..." "If you don't die, if..."

"You still have your word."

After the divine skeleton finished speaking, it turned into ashes and was completely annihilated, leaving only a black-red, gravel-like smoke on the spot. Mo Hua frowned.

"If you lose this time, you will meet me next time... Isn't this thing dead? Why did you meet me after it was dead?" "And... isn't it the divine skeleton of the Great Desolate Evil God? How can it be different from other divine skeletons? Is the difference that big?”

"Is it because it is a third-grade one, or is there some other reason?" "This divine skeleton is a little weird..."

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt a sting in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and immediately felt awe-inspiring in his heart, "What happened, I consumed too much..."

As the divine skeleton of a third-grade external evil, the load on his sea of ​​consciousness and physical body was too great, causing his blood to shrink and his sea of ​​consciousness to tingle. Also, the marrow has been used up...

Mo Hua felt bitter in his heart and murmured:

"This battle is really a miserable victory. I am exhausted, I have used all my cards, and my family fortune has been wiped out. Fortunately, I killed a third-grade divine skeleton. I should be able to recover some of my original value. I hope this third-grade divine skeleton Don't let me down....

Mo Hua stood up weakly, approached the third-grade black smoke, stretched out his palm, and wanted to manifest the formation. He would simply refine it first, but when he stretched out his palm, Mo Hua found that his palm was completely black. .

Mo Hua was startled.

"When was I hurt?"

"Or is it contaminated by this divine corpse?"

He looked down and realized that not only his palms, but his entire arms, shoulders, chest, and even most of his body were black as if they were stained with sewage. Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

At the same time, a sharp, sinister and harsh laughter sounded from the evil fetus!

Mo Hua's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to set up a Shinto formation to completely seal his soul, but it was already too late.

Black water gushes out from inside his divine body, contaminating his limbs and bones until his face is stained with black spots. "I clearly set up a formation, how did you come out?" Mo Hua said in shock.

The black water of the evil fetus covered Mo Hua's face. Using Mo Hua's tongue, he sneered in a sharp and weird voice: "Why... do you think your little attainment of the Shinto formation can seal me?"

"I have been dormant for a long time. Do you think I will do nothing, just let you seal it, and wait for you to kill me?" "I have been waiting for a long time, and now is the time..."

Mo Hua's heart sank, and he wanted to call out the Taoist monument, but there was no movement in the sea. Only then did he remember that the monument would not appear until midnight.

Xie Tai sneered, "Don't waste your efforts. I'm hiding in your soul and know everything about you." "Your Taoist monument won't come out until you get married."

"Although your spiritual sense is strong, it is not as good as the third-grade divine skeleton. If you force a fight, your spiritual essence will be consumed." "If you are unlucky, you will die in the hands of the divine skeleton."

"Even if you win the Divine Bones, you still have to put in all your strength and use all your trump cards. Within a period of time, you will run out of gas...

Mo Hua frowned and said, "So this third-grade divine skeleton was actually summoned by you? You have been dormant for so long, just for now?" After Mo Hua finished speaking, his face became dark and gloomy again, and he changed into the appearance of an "evil fetus" , sarcastically said:

"Yes, you are indeed smart. You just figured it out now."

Mo Hua said coldly: "Don't forget, you can't erode my Taoist heart. In a head-to-head confrontation, even if I am exhausted now, you will not be my opponent." At this time, there is a Taoist monument protecting the sea of ​​consciousness, but you can still only be your 'shrinking turtle'."

"I will definitely kill you during the holidays!"

Even though Mo Hua was at a disadvantage, these words still made Xie Fei's heart palpitate.

It had already been shadowed by Mo Hua, and it only dared to show its head when Mo Hua was exhausted after a deadly battle with a powerful enemy. But it also knows that this is its only chance.

Black blood surged around the ink painting.

"These days, I have been thinking about how to win you, how to kill you, how to eat you..." My dusty memories are waking up little by little, but in these memories, there is no one who can kill you. Fall out of your way. "

"There are ancient beings living in the sea of ​​your consciousness. There are too many secrets in you. Your divine consciousness is too strong, and your methods are endless." "So, I want to understand..."

Xie Tai smiled gloomily, "I can't defeat you. Only you can defeat yourself. Only you can kill yourself... Mo Hua was shocked and felt something bad.

Then the evil aura suddenly appeared, and the black blood on his body was like a worm, seeping into the fine tentacles and seeping into his spiritual incarnation, constantly absorbing, replicating, and assimilating, as if to divide him.

Mo Hua struggled, but to no avail.

After an unknown amount of time, the black blood completely covered the ink painting, like an embryo. Eventually the embryo trembled, hatched, shed its skin, and turned into another human figure. The evil fetus also merged with this figure and stood opposite the ink painting.

Mo Hua then slowly raised his head and looked to the opposite side, looking shocked for a moment. Standing opposite is another "ink painting".

A "black ink painting" of the same size, same body shape, and same face as him, but his whole body was soaked in black blood, full of evil, and strange and terrifying. At this time, "Black Ink Painting" grinned, revealing his white teeth:

"This is my last original magical power: embryonic transformation."

Its voice is exactly the same as the ink painting, but there is a hint of cunning and insidiousness in the crispness. "I used your soul as a guide and my divine way as a "fetus" to hatch another you." "I can't pollute you, I can't make you become me."

"In that case, I will be you."

In this way, as long as I kill you and eat you, you and I will be indistinguishable from each other. There will be me in you and you in me, and we will merge into the ultimate divine fetus, and you and I will become one. Mo Hua's face looked a little ugly.

He pointed his hands together and manifested a raging fireball, heading straight towards the "black ink painting" transformed by the evil fetus.

But at the same time, the "black ink painting" also pointed out a pitch-black fireball, roared out, and collided with the red fireball in the ink painting. The fire crackled, the spiritual thoughts exploded, and the fireball disappeared, but the evil black fireball was obviously better.

Ink Painting held his hand empty again, and with a grab out of thin air, a water prison descended and bounded towards the "Black Ink Painting".

The black water flashed, and Hei Mo Hua used Water Step to escape from the Water Prison Technique. After standing still, he grabbed it with his backhand, and a Black Water Prison Technique suddenly came to Mo Hua's side. Mo Hua also used Water Step to dodge, and then with deep pupils and a movement of his mind, he manifested the Golden Lock Formation, trapping "Black Mo Hua" from all directions.

The golden formations turned into chains, wrapping around the body of "Black Ink Painting".

But "Black Ink Painting" suddenly laughed ferociously, waved his left hand, and immediately removed the golden lock pattern around his body.

Condensing his right hand, he manifested the Heili Fire Sword, and with a casual slash, he split the entire Golden Lock Formation, causing the Golden Lock Formation to collapse and dissipate completely. The expression in the ink painting is extremely solemn.

"Hei Mo Hua" looked at him and grinned, his smile was both innocent and evil, "I said, I hatched you, I am you, I can do all the moves you know." Mo Hua was silent for a moment.

After this fight, he now realized firsthand how difficult "he" was. And, it's more than that.

Now he is exhausted from fighting for a long time.

However, the blackened self in front of him had just been hatched from the evil fetus and was still in a "prosperous" state. Fighting like this was simply not an option.

Mo Hua sighed, "We are born from the same roots, so why rush to fight each other. Since you are me, why don't we shake hands and make peace? Why do we have to live and die?" Hearing this, "Black Mo Hua" sneered:

"As I said, I am you. It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself." "Mo Hua made a sound."

"Hei Mo Hua" pointed his finger, and a black fireball was blasted towards Mo Hua. Then he held his hand and re-manifested the Heili Fire Sword. He used the passing water step. With a few flashes of his body, he approached Mo Hua's body. The tip of the sword Directly to the heart of ink painting.

Mo Hua used Water Step, dodged the black fireball, grabbed it with his backhand, manifested the Tai'a Kaishan Sword, held a sword flower, swung away the Heili Fire Sword that was stabbing his chest, and then slashed close to him, and "Heili" The "self" started to fight.

However, after the battle with the third-grade divine skeleton, Mo Hua's spiritual energy was consumed too much, and he was no match for "Black Ink Hua". Regardless of spells, formations or sword skills, he was at a disadvantage.

The moves of "Black Ink Painting" became more and more fierce and cruel.

Mo Hua's breath became weaker and weaker, and the wounds on his body became more and more numerous, and the injuries became more and more serious. But despite this, ink painting is still struggling to survive.

But his support obviously has limits.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua was finally exhausted, his mind was exhausted, and he stumbled, revealing a flaw.

The "black ink painting" that had been pressed against the ink painting suddenly turned into a ferocious smile. He held his left hand in vain, and evil thoughts arose, manifesting the Lishan Cremation Evil Array, trapping the ink painting in the array. Then it condensed the Black Water Sword in its right hand and threw it violently. The Black Water Sword, impregnated with sinister evil energy, flew out of the air and went straight towards Mo Hua's heart.

The black mountain stirred and turned into a cage. Evil fire surged and evil thoughts surged, engulfing the ink painting directly.

The sinister black water sword also hit the place where the ink painting was. The sword light shattered and strangled him wantonly. Dark evil thoughts, mixed with firelight, filled the air for a moment.

But when the smoke cleared, there was no figure in the formation.

"Black Ink Painting" looked up and saw an ink painting with a dim golden light on the edge of the formation, holding the Mountain Sword in his hand, panting. It was obvious that just now he did not know what method he had used to avoid the formation and swordsmanship that consumed a lot of evil thoughts.

"You're lucky...but you won't be able to hold on to your 'drowned dog' look for much longer..."

"Hei Mo Hua" sneered, and then he didn't waste any time. He manifested the black mountain sword again and killed Mo Hua again. The ink painting, which has run out of oil, can only grit its teeth and continue to fight against the blackened self.

After fighting like this for a while, the ink painting finally failed again, revealing flaws.

"Black Mo Hua" continued to kill, using formations and sword techniques at the same time, trying to take Mo Hua's life.

Huge spiritual fluctuations came, but after the smoke subsided, the ink painting still managed to survive "dangerously". "Black Ink Painting" was so angry that he attacked Mo Hua again.

The ink painting barely held up, but several times, it was about to hang up, but the "black ink painting" kept hanging up and finally realized something was wrong, and immediately said angrily:

"Your divine marrow has not been used up at all! Do you still have the divine marrow left?" Mo Hua shook his head: "No."

Hei Mo Hua's eyelids twitched and he pointed at him and said: "You are still quibbling, what is that on the corner of your mouth? Isn't it the essence of the spirit you just stole?" Mo Hua wiped the corner of his mouth, "You are wrong, this is the blood I vomited. "

Hei Mo Hua was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "You are indeed... despicable and cunning." Mo Hua stopped pretending and said confidently:

"I'm a child from a poor family. Whether it's spiritual stones or divine marrow, I'm used to saving a little as a spare to avoid running out. I feel panicked." Mo Hua looked at "Hei Mo Hua", "Didn't you say you are me? ? You should understand this habit."

"Black Ink Painting" remained speechless.

Mo Hua asked strangely, "You don't understand? Oh, right..."

He suddenly realized something and confirmed something, "You say it's me, but after all, you were born in the Great Wilderness, the embryo is bad, and you don't know the sufferings of the low-level monks. After all, you are not me."

The face of the "black ink painting" is gloomy and very ugly.

It suddenly realized that it still underestimated this half-human, half-god kid. It was really too difficult to kill...much harder to kill than ordinary gods.

But no matter how difficult it is to kill, there should be a limit.

"You don't have much divine marrow left," Hei Mo Hua looked at Mo Hua with his evil eyes, "I don't believe how much marrow you will have left after fighting against the third-grade divine skeleton. You can't delay it for too long."

Mo Hua nodded and admitted, "There isn't much left, we can't delay it for too long, so..." "I'm going to kill you too!" Mo Hua said solemnly.

The black ink painted pupils shrank.

Mo Hua held his hands empty and raised them above his head, with a look of determination as if he was ready to die: "I admit, you did push me into a desperate situation..."

"I was indeed calculated by you. At this moment, I am at my weakest, and my essence is indeed gone." "If I delay it any longer, I have no chance of winning, so I can only fight to the death."

"With this final sword strike, I will fight you to the death!" "If I win, then I am still me."

"If I lose, then you become me."

"Do you dare to fight with my life for this last sword?"

Mo Hua looked at the blackened self in front of him with a stern look, like looking at an ant. Hei Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then became angry.

Do you dare?

It sneered, "Don't forget, I was born in the mold of you. I know all your moves. Do you think you can kill me with the Divine Sword?" Mo Hua said: " How will you know if you don’t try?”

The black ink painting looks indifferent. It's not going to fight.

It knows better than anyone else how cunning and difficult the body of "Mo Hua" is, and how much dirty water there is in its belly. He wants to have a sword fight with him, there is definitely something wrong with this.

"Black Ink Hua" remained motionless, and then he discovered that while Mo Hua was talking about "fighting the sword", he was actually raising his hands above his head. There was no movement at all, no sword energy condensed at all, and even his eyes flickered, and there was a little bit. Guilty.

"Black Ink Painting" made sense instantly. He's bluffing!

He is me and I am him.

He knew that "I" was suspicious, so he bluffed and pretended to fight to the death, but in fact it made himself afraid and did not dare to fight to the death with him. He's stalling for time!

When he was dragged to his feet, the Taoist tablet appeared and protected his sea of ​​consciousness, so there was nothing he could do against him. However, spells, formations, and even ordinary "sword-forming styles" cannot kill him at all.

The only way to kill him is the final form of Taixu's divine mind-turned-sword - "God-Slaying Sword". "Black Ink Painting"'s pupils trembled, and his thoughts changed rapidly:

"It's not that he wants to fight with me, but that I should fight with him!"

"Before the Dao Monument appears, I can kill him with this sword. This is my only chance to replace the 'Mo Hua'."

"He also understands this about 'Mo Hua', so he took the lead and pretended to fight me desperately, which made me fearful and dare not really fight him to the death with the 'God-Slaying Sword'."

"As long as I hesitate and don't dare to actually kill him, then once the time comes, I will no longer be able to do anything to him. All my plans so far have been in vain..."

"Black ink painting" has the same origin as ink painting, and you can instantly understand the thoughts of "ink painting".

Then it no longer hesitated, held its hands in the air, and the pitch-black evil sword array condensed into a sword of divine thought one by one, merging in its hands, with a terrifying momentum. The sword he can use, I can also use. The Tao he understands, I also understand.

His divine thought was damaged, consumed a lot, and his essence was almost used up. But my evil thoughts are still abundant. This sword will decide life and death, and the advantage is mine!

Hei Mo Hua looked at Mo Hua with a determined look, and his voice was a bit arrogant and fierce: "Okay, a fight to the death! Let's see who will be this 'Mo Hua'!"