Asking about longevity

The black ink painting’s voice was fierce and fierce.

The real ink painting turned pale and his eyes were panicked.

He seemed to really just want to deceive his "blackened" self, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop according to his expectations at all, and "Black Ink Painting" was really trying to fight him.

Mo Hua turned around and wanted to escape, but they were "from the same origin". This trick naturally could not escape the eyes of "Black Mo Hua". Its eyes were dark, demonic energy surged, and evil swords shuttled back and forth, weaving into a whole prison, directly suppressing Mo Hua from the air. The Evil Fetus Jingshen Sword!

"Want to run? It's too late." Hei Mohua sneered.

Mo Hua used the Jing Shen Sword Style to restrain the third-grade divine skeleton, forcing it to fight with him. Now this trick was also used by Hei Mo Hua against himself. Mo Hua tried it a few times but couldn't break free. Finally he sighed and could only accept his fate and raised his hands above his head.

Forced by the situation, he had to fight to the death with his blackened "self".

The expression in the ink painting is solemn. Between the hands, the sword formation is formed, the sword shape is concise, and the five elements flow and merge into one, turning into a sharp spiritual sword. It was the "God-Slaying Sword" he had just used to chop off the third-grade divine skeleton.

But opposite him, the sword in the hand of "Black Ink Painting" was exactly the same as his. Not only that, it was even more powerful because of the evil aura added to it. Mo Hua gritted his teeth and continued to integrate the ancient and mysterious Taixu Sword Intent.

The "Black Ink Painting" sneered, exactly the same, with Taixu Sword Intent also integrated into his hands.

On the blackened "God-Slaying Sword", the murderous intention suddenly surged, the souls of injustice flew, and its power increased to a higher level. The two "God-Slaying Swords" faced each other in the air.

One is black, one is upright, one is strong and one is weak.

Mo Hua was at a disadvantage and looked increasingly nervous.

"Black Ink Painting" stared at the ink painting, admiring the panic, panic and despair on the ink painting's face.

However, it didn't admire it for too long, and the "despair" on Mo Hua's face completely disappeared. Instead, there was a sly smile... this smile...

Xie Fei was startled, and his expression gradually changed. A chill filled his heart, and its pupils gradually widened. "why are you laughing?"

Hei Mo Hua's voice was uneasy for no reason.

"Actually," Mo Hua lost his previous embarrassment and the smile on his face became brighter, "Like you, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time..." You don't dare to come out when the Taoist monument is there. "

"Only when I fight with a powerful enemy until the fuel is exhausted can you risk everything and fight me desperately."

"So what?" Black Ink Painting lost its voice. It didn't notice it, and there was a tremor in its tone. "I am you, and you are me. I know you well. At this point, what else can you have? Can this trick kill me?"

After Hei Mo Hua finished speaking, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Then it watched helplessly as the temperament of the ink painting gradually changed.

"I specially reserved this sword for you. I wouldn't even bear to use it to chop others... A cold, dead, and empty aura filled the air.

At the same time, Mo Hua looked solemn and began to use the real and final "God-Slaying Sword". He first cut off his ego and his desires.

His face became cold, heartless, nihilistic, and ethereal, as if there were no longer human joys and sorrows, but only the ruthlessness of heaven and man.

Taishang Zhanqing said.

This way was integrated into the way of swordsmanship, and the God-Slaying Sword in Mo Hua's hand also expanded further. The original simple and majestic Taixu swordsmanship was blended into the deep and void black like the stars in the sky. The two were intertwined to form a sword. , the luster flows, but is as dark as chaos, the real "god-slaying giant sword".

This "god-killing giant sword" is several times larger than the ink painting itself. When it is raised, it looks like a sword holding up the sky, with black and white intertwined and gold wrapped around the body. The ink paintings with mortal remains looked like gods and demons in the sky.

"Heaven.........Demon Killer?!"

Hei Mo Hua was in disbelief, his eyes were horrified, and he screamed in shock: "How could you follow the devil's path?!"

"Why can you even learn the Demon Slash? What the hell are you?!"

The ink painting holding the giant sword of the devil in his hand looks like a ruthless god and demon, indifferent to this blackened evil fetus hatched by his soul. The Taixu Divine Sword is meant to kill the ego

The Supreme Being cut off the love and wanted to cut off the evil desires.

Today, he will kill this "evil self", achieve the path of killing love, and cultivate a true, unparalleled God-Slaying Sword! The "evil child" who was regarded by Mo Hua as a rotten dog of the Dao and a sacrifice of the sword suddenly felt a fierce warning of life and death in his heart.

"This damn little beast, he even deceived 'me', even plotted against 'me', everything was set up by him." "He had everything figured out..."

"What a monster with a nearly demonic mind!" "No, we can't let him kill him...

"Black Ink Painting" gritted his teeth fiercely, poured all his evil power into the blackened God-Slaying Sword, and then struck preemptively, slashing down suddenly. "Kill him and I will be 'Mo Hua'!" "

But by now, it's too late.

Mo Hua uses his own sword formation as the basis, incorporates Taixu Sword Intent, and implements the "God-Slaying Giant Sword" that implements the Demon's Love-Slaying Way. It has been activated. The sword drawn in black ink was struck first.

But the giant sword drawn in ink came later.

For a moment, it was as if the heaven and the earth were falling, the mountains and rivers were shattering, the majestic sword intent, the surging sword energy, and the complex and unspeakable ancient sword ways and the love of heaven and demons were completely integrated into one, pouring down like a rainbow through the sun.

Just one sword can destroy everything.

The blackened God-Slaying Sword of "Hei Mo Hua" was instantly cut off by the larger God-Slaying Sword of Mo Hua, shattered into dust. Then the sword light continued to rush downward like a river bursting its banks, and the vast and unrivaled sword energy slashed towards Hei Mo Hua's body.

"Hei Mo Hua"'s pupils widened, and his face was full of shock. It wanted to resist and struggle, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was completely powerless. In the end, it could only be swallowed by the sword energy and completely annihilated in the sword light of the Taixu God-Slaying Sword, which was like a torrent...

Transforming the formation into a sword, integrating the Taixu sword way, understanding the devil's love, killing the evil self, and forging the real God-Slaying Sword Style! This sword was slashed out, and at this point, the final sword style of the Taixu Divine Mind Transforming Sword True Art, the God-Slaying Sword, was finally cultivated!

Holding the huge God-Slaying Sword in his hand, Mo Hua felt that man, sword, and Tao were integrated into one. There was nothing that could not be slashed between heaven and earth! People can be slashed, love can be slashed, and desire can be slashed.

Ghosts can be killed, demons can be killed, and devils can be killed. Even gods can be killed! The moment of the achievement of the sword art of beheading gods.

Taixu Sect, the sword tomb in the back mountain.

Broken swords hummed one after another, and the sword spirit of the dead sword cultivator turned into white smoke, rising up and connecting with the clouds in the mountains. The old ancestor Dugu, who was closing his eyes to rest and sealed himself as a demon in his heart, suddenly opened his eyes and looked shocked.

Another strange phenomenon appeared in the sword tomb.

The broken sword rang in the lonely tomb, and the sword energy turned into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it was more obvious and more powerful. This is a sign of the revival of the sword art of Taixu Sect.

If it was before, the old ancestor Dugu might be relieved and happy, but now, in addition to the shock in his heart, he was mixed with anxiety and fear. Others may not see or hear it, but he can.

He clearly saw that not only white smoke was produced in the sword tomb, but also the illusory and strange nine-day demon shadows that ordinary people could not see. At this moment, the demons were dancing wildly and the demon sounds were filling their ears.

These demons were celebrating, in ecstasy, and making terrifying, unpleasant, and charming cries. Some people learned their Tao.

Some people became the bridge of Tao and became the "anchor" of their present world, becoming another demon fetus for the demons to appear in the world. Mo Hua's innocent face floated in the mind of the old ancestor Dugu.

The old ancestor Dugu seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, with a pale back and sadness. "A good child..."

"Everything is too late, there is no turning back..."

"Blessings and disasters lie in the same place. After all, I was wrong..." in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The aftermath of the sword of the gods dissipated.

Mo Hua frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Black Ink Painting" was chopped off, his divine thoughts were shattered, and his origin was cut off, but he did not die. It seemed that his origin had extraordinary vitality.

But after being chopped off, the evil fetus had lost its human form, leaving only a mass of black mist, beating like a heart, like a real "embryo". It was still trying to repair its injuries.

But the Taixu sword intent has a long history, and the sword intent is too sharp, causing deep injuries.

And the Supreme Slashing Emotions, Slashing Desires, Slashing Me, and Slashing the Divine Will, the chopped evil fetus had a desire to die. It clearly wanted to live, but it had no desire to "survive". Because the desire to live was chopped off.

The evil fetus squirmed and kept repairing the wounds that could not be repaired at all. Even the two thoughts of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" were still intertwined and confronting. Mo Hua didn't want to delay any longer.

He is now truly "running out of energy".

No matter how strong, cautious, and thoughtful he was, he reached his limit after killing a third-grade divine corpse and an evil fetus in succession. Mo Hua sighed helplessly, "I have to kill a third-grade divine corpse and an evil fetus, and I have to kill them one after another..."

"I don't know whose foundation-building cultivator has to suffer this kind of punishment?" At his age, the pressure he bears is too great. But fortunately, he killed it.

Mo Hua used the last bit of his divine consciousness to manifest the divine Dao formation, which turned into a divine consciousness chain, completely sealing the "evil fetus" in it. The evil fetus, which was at the end of its captivity, had no ability to resist.

Mo Hua meditated on the spot and waited for a while. When the Dao monument appeared at midnight, he carried the evil fetus and walked to the Dao monument. On the Dao monument, the calamity thunder was bright red and dazzling, like a torture knife tempered with heavenly fire.

Sensing the aura of annihilation above the thunderbolt, the evil fetus, which was originally dying and was like an "evil thought tumor", suddenly struggled in fear and screamed: "Little ghost, evil creature, how dare you..."

"I said, I dare!" Mo Hua said. The evil fetus struggled for a moment and suddenly fell silent.

Mo Hua paused and couldn't help asking: "You don't beg for mercy?"

The voice of the evil fetus became more shrill and childish, revealing a sense of indifference and weirdness, "Kill me."

Its tumor trembled and opened a crack, like a terrifying big eye, staring at Mo Hua, as if to remember Mo Hua's appearance forever in his heart. "Kill me, and I will merge with you."

"In this life, you can't get rid of the "brand" of the Lord of the Great Wilderness. Even if you go to the ends of the earth, the followers of the Lord of God will endlessly hunt you down and regard your flesh and blood, your soul, as the best sacrifice to the Lord of the Great Wilderness..."

"Do you think I was scared? "Mo Hua was not afraid at all, and even seemed to be looking forward to it.

But he was still a little confused, "If I kill him, he will merge with me?", "Can't get rid of the "seal" of the Lord of the Great Wilderness? What does this mean?"

Mo Hua was curious and wanted to ask, but he finally held back. The villain died because of talking too much.

I shouldn't be considered a "villain", but I still have to be cautious in front of the evil fetus. Kill it while it's sick and don't give it a chance to breathe. Otherwise, if I hesitate, I will be the one who gets into trouble.

Furthermore, even if he asked, the evil fetus who was about to die would definitely not tell him. Mo Hua no longer hesitated, tied the evil fetus with a Shinto lock, and threw it towards the Taoist monument.

The annihilating, terrifying calamity thunder containing the supreme law of heaven is like a bright red "branding iron", obliterating everything about the evil fetus, erasing all its origins and all will...

The evil fetus said nothing, staring at the ink painting with ferocious eyes, and never looked away until his soul was completely destroyed. "You are so majestic despite your defeated general?"

Mo Hua also stared at it confidently.

Until this evil and weird evil god's fetus was completely wiped out, leaving behind an extremely pure and as rich as spring water. Mo Hua felt relieved and then felt overjoyed.

This major worry has finally been completely eliminated! His soul was finally completely liberated.

From now on, I won’t be afraid of being contaminated by the evil god, let alone the evil fetus that will suddenly appear with a sinister laugh. besides..

Lots and lots of magic!

It was more than all the divine marrow he had swallowed before combined. It flowed gurglingly like spring water, and it was purer than before. Mo Hua stretched out his finger and took a bite, as if he had taken a bite of liquefied sunshine, feeling comfortable and comfortable.

He couldn't help but take a few more sips, with a smile on his face. He was just about to enjoy the meal when he suddenly remembered something.

"It's Zishi now, and I'm still outside the mountain gate and haven't returned to the sect."

"Furthermore, after two consecutive deadly battles, the pressure on the sea of ​​consciousness is too great, and even the blood will wither."

"If the physical body is gone, it will be useless no matter how strong the spiritual will is. I can't stop being a human being, become a ghost, or become an evil god, right?"

"And to be honest, being a ghost is not that simple. In order for a person to transform into a ghost after death, various conditions such as natural disasters, evil people's resentment, etc. are required. It is not something that can be cultivated if you want to." "Not to mention evil gods. I don’t know how many deaths will be caused..."

"It's important to look at the physical body first..."

Mo Hua quickly withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness and traced his spiritual consciousness back to his physical body.

But as soon as his consciousness returned, he felt pain everywhere in his limbs, his blood and energy were not flowing smoothly, his meridians were a little withered, he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't open his eyes. It’s over!

Mo Hua's heart dropped.

It was the middle of the night, still in a remote mountain, sparsely visited. Once the physical body encounters any danger, the trouble will be big.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart, then quickly calmed down and forced himself to open his eyes with a strong will. But the eyelids felt like they were filled with sand, and they were as heavy as a stone, and they couldn't be opened at all.

Mo Hua did not give up and kept trying. After an unknown amount of time, he endured the severe pain and slowly opened his eyes. What caught his eye was a gentle face and a pair of soft eyes.

This is... "Murong... Elder?"

Mo Hua was surprised, and then he heard Elder Murong say to the side with a voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Ancestor, this child is awake." "Yes." Mr. Xun's old voice sounded from the side, "You can feed me the elixir. ”

Before Mo Hua came back to his senses, he felt a pair of beautiful, cold fingers with a faint licorice flavor holding a few pills and stuffing them into his mouth.

Before he could taste anything, the elixir rolled down his throat and into his abdomen, turning into a warm medicinal power that blended into his limbs and replenished his blood. Then, Elder Murong fed him some bitter spiritual liquid.

Then he was fed some unknown elixirs.

Mo Huaguo felt much better, he could move his limbs, his throat was much clearer, and he could speak, but his voice was still a little hoarse: "Thank you, Elder Murong..."

Elder Murong stroked Mo Hua's forehead with his slender fingers and said with a warm smile:

"It's okay. You didn't say anything and fainted in the outer mountain. You lost too much blood. Fortunately, the old man noticed it early and ordered someone to find you and send you to me..." Mo Hua's voice was hoarse and he wanted to thank you. After a few words, he was stopped by Elder Murong, "You haven't recovered yet, so stop talking."

Mo Hua nodded.

"I won't disturb your rest." Elder Murong checked Mo Hua's injuries, stood up lightly, bowed to Mr. Xun, and then retreated gently. Mr. Xun then walked to Mo Hua's bed and looked at him worriedly.

"I'm causing you... trouble."

Although Elder Murong asked him not to speak, Mo Hua still thanked him hoarsely. Mr. Xun shook his head, "As long as it's okay."

He took another deep look at Mo Hua, and the sight of blood, black energy, evil thoughts, and even sword intent on Mo Hua's face flashed through his mind, and he frowned. "Did you hit an evil spirit?"

Mo Hua nodded obediently, "A little bit."

"What happens now?" "Solved."

Mr. Xun took a look at Mo Hua's eyes and saw that although he looked weak, his eyes were clear and full of divinity. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is there any future trouble?" Mo Hua shook his head.

"Well, that's good..." Mr. Xun said, then stood up and left, "You have a good rest. If anything happens, take good care of yourself. Mo Hua had a sore throat and was speechless. He could only nodded seriously. .

Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting from head to toe with his profound eyes. After confirming that this "treasure disciple" of Taixu Sect was really fine, he slowly turned around and left.

But after leaving the alchemy room, Mr. Xun's expression suddenly darkened. "In this Taixu Mountain, how can evil spirits be attracted for no reason?"

"And the black energy is so strong, it's almost the source of evil. This is extraordinary..." And... Sword Intent? "

Mr. Xun was puzzled.

Mo Hua is not a swordsman, so how could such a strong sword intention appear on his body?

Moreover, this sword intent was complicated and obscure, and there were weird things hidden in it. It made him, the ancestor, feel faintly heartbroken. Where did he learn it?

Who taught him?

Old Mr. "This kid...is too capable of provoking Karma."

"I don't know if my Taixu Sect can be suppressed..."

Mr. Xun shook his head and walked slowly. In just a few steps, his figure disappeared completely and left the alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, Mo Hua still felt a little weak, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep. While Mo Hua was sleeping, he didn't even realize that the Qi of his whole body was changing.

The secret of heaven flows slowly, and the chain of cause and effect emerges, with the appearance of the ink painting as the "foundation", running through his past and leading to his future.

This chain of interlocking cause and effect that exists in the heavenly secrets, traces back to the past, anchors the present, and leads to the future, is his fate. Mo Hua was sleeping, but his life was trembling.

A pitch-black mist, filled with hatred that was extremely ferocious and as strong as substance after being killed, crawled into his fate along the chain of cause and effect. Then, this black mist trembled like a heart, hatched like an embryo, and finally transformed into what it looked like in life:

An evil, dark, terrifying, blackened, young "ink painting". Followed by a cry that was terrifying enough to frighten ghosts and gods.

"Black Ink Painting" opened his eyes.

It had dark pupils and looked around with pure malice. A ghost that seems to be there but not at all, with an indistinct body shape

There are vicious zombies all over the mountains and plains.

And a corpse king with a bronze head and iron bones, violent blood eyes, majestic and terrifying, full of evil aura.

The evil baby-like black ink painting cried again.

This cry contained a strong intimidating power, carrying the dark wind and whistling past.

The female-looking ghost remained silent, and the zombies in the mountain were as silent as cicadas. Only the corpse king had scarlet eyes and revealed his ferocious fangs.

But Xie Yao didn't make any other moves. He just slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Under his body, thick black water oozed out, like evil amniotic fluid, swallowing up cause and effect, feeding back on itself, and growing stronger little by little. .

Even though it was just an evil baby, the evil energy it exuded was enough to compete with the blood energy of the Corpse King who commanded the corpses. Black energy and blood energy intertwined into one, covering the sky and the sun. Under the pervasive evil spirit and blood energy, evil ghosts lurk, the corpse king is entrenched, and the evil infant is sleeping.

The scene in the ink painting of karma is simply worse than hell.

It's just that at this time, under the cover of Taixu Liangyi Lock, people in the world have no chance to see this terrifying scene of purgatory.