Asking about longevity

Mo Hua had a good sleep.

He didn't sleep on weekdays, and devoted almost all of his time during the day and night to practicing and drawing formations. Especially after Zi Shi, when there was a Dao Monument, he would practice the formation many, many times every night.

But after several battles at this time, coupled with the battle of super-level spiritual thoughts, the oppression of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the wear and tear of the physical body, Mo Hua really couldn't stand it anymore, so he forgot everything and slept peacefully. Sleep.

When I woke up, it was already daylight. Bright sunlight shines into the room.

Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his mind was a little blank, and he stared at the sunshine outside the window in a daze. "Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded.

Mo Hua turned his head and saw Elder Murong, who had a fair face and was dignified and graceful. He had a slight smile on his lips and looked at him gently. "Hello, Elder Murong..." Mo Hua whispered.

His voice was still a little hoarse.

"Stop talking," Elder Murong said, "It's time to take medicine."

Elder Murong stood up, took out a few pills, and handed them to Mo Hua's mouth.

Mo Hua couldn't move and could only open his mouth to accept the "feeding" from Elder Murong.

After feeding the elixir, Elder Murong took Mo Hua's pulse again, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Okay, take good care of yourself, and you will be able to go back to class in about two or three days."

"Thanks..

Mo Hua only said one word of thanks, then his throat hurt and he was speechless again. Elder Murong chuckled lightly, "You have a good rest," and then left.

Mo Hua was lying alone on the bed, looking at the Bagua Dan furnace cloud patterns on the ceiling, and was lost in thought. After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses. "The physical body is indeed the host body of spiritual thoughts."

If the body is strong, the spirit will be good and spiritual thoughts will be abundant.

On the contrary, now that my physical body and vitality are depleted, it is difficult to concentrate even my spiritual consciousness, and my spirit is also a little dazed.

Fortunately, Mr. Xun saved him, and there was someone with a kind heart and a very powerful alchemy master named Elder Murong who made elixirs for him, so his physical injuries were not serious. "But next time we do things, we should be more cautious and thorough."

"Also, it would be nice if my body could be stronger... Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Then a burst of fatigue and sleepiness hit him, Mo Hua fell into a deep sleep, and slowly closed his eyes again.

While his mind was weak and he fell asleep slowly, he did not notice the vision in his cause and effect, nor did he know about an evil, dark, terrifying, blackened, young "ink painting", Also sleeping in his fate...

Taixumen, back mountain.

Mr. Xun climbed up the steps, passed over the many seals, and walked towards the sword tomb. He is still very concerned about the "Sword Intent" matter.

Logically speaking, the swordsmanship attained by Mo Hua cannot be condensed into "sword intent" at all, but there is indeed a superb "sword intent" emerging in him. This cannot be cultivated by foundation building at all, and it is not possible at all. Unreasonable

The first thing Mr. Xun thought of was his senior brother.

I am afraid that he is the only one in the entire Taixu Mountain who can pass on this superb swordsmanship and profound swordsmanship to the foundation disciples. In the past, he was the best swordsman in Qianzhou, overwhelming the geniuses of his generation, and killing countless demons. , the one who frightens countless demons and evil spirits is the Dugu Patriarch of Taixu Mountain.

But absolutely not!

No matter how much he respected this senior brother, he would never allow him to teach the kid Mo Hua how to practice swordsmanship.

Old Mr.

This sword art is already a Taixu forbidden art.

Once you learn this sword, you will step into the abyss and never look back in this life.

Mo Hua has a broader formation path, and you must not take this road out of curiosity, where monsters are everywhere, great terror is approaching, and there is no danger of survival. Mr. Xun walked into the sword tomb with a heavy heart.

In the sword tomb, there are many broken swords. Ancestor Dugu, as usual, closed his eyes and collected his breath, sitting on the same spot. "Senior brother..." Mr. Xun said.

But Patriarch Dugu didn't answer or even react at all. He sat among the withered graves, like a dead white rock, silent and withered. ".Senior brother?"

Mr. Xun frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.

He gradually slowed down his pace, with a hint of sharpness in his cloudy eyes, and looked at Patriarch Dugu warily. Ancestor Dugu's face trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were strange. The whites of his eyes were black, but the pupils were white. There was a mixture of light and dark, and it was unclear. Mr. Xun's expression suddenly changed.

"Senior brother, you!"

Patriarch Dugu's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be experiencing a battle between heavenly demons. His face gradually turned pale, and his facial features were melting and distorting. With his remaining will, he said to Mr. Xun word by word:

"Go quickly..."Seal the sword tomb..." "Also, save..."

He didn't have time to say that name, or those beings didn't allow him to reveal the name.

In the endless disturbance of the flying demons, Dugu Patriarch's facial features completely melted and turned into a "faceless man". Mr. Xun's pupils trembled violently, and then without thinking, he grabbed it out of thin air, tore open the crack, took out a compass, injected his spiritual thoughts and spiritual power into the compass, and formed arrays of formations, spreading around like a spider web.

In the sword tomb, the dense seal formations were also activated at this time.

The aura of Taixu Liangyi circulated, and the golden doors of seals were piled up layer by layer, surrounding the entire sword tomb and sealing it tightly. Above the entire sword tomb, a fifth-grade sealing formation was built.

This formation seals the sword tomb, seals everything in the sword tomb, and blocks all auras to prevent external rumors. But at this time, the sword intent around Patriarch Dugu's body is fierce, and the formation patterns of the formation are crumbling.

Mr. Xun's heart sank, he crushed a jade slip and said, "Junior Brother Murong, there are changes in the forbidden area, come and help me." The jade slip broke through the air, and within a moment, a five-color crack appeared in the void.

"I'm busy in retreat. If it's okay, please leave."

An old man with a slender figure, handsome appearance, childish face and white hair walked out of the crack in the void. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the strange-looking Dugu Ancestor and the precarious sealing formation. His pupils were shocked and he took a breath. gas.

"Senior brother, he..."

"Stop talking nonsense and take action quickly."

The childlike and crane-haired Ancestor Murong immediately looked solemn, made a seal with his hands, and used a Taixu Seal, which turned into a four-sided blue dragon and surrounded the sword tomb, suppressing the strange demonic energy.

Mr. Xun took this opportunity to fully activate the seals of the Sword Tomb layer by layer, and then reinforced them heavily...the seals turned into void chains, completely sealing the Sword Tomb, leaving no gaps.

Dugu Patriarch was also completely suppressed in it.

This sealing formation was left by the ancestors of Taixu Sect. When it is fully opened, it is enough to seal any spiritual thoughts, spiritual power, flesh and blood existence within the fifth level. Until then, Mr. Xun and Mr. Murong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior brother, what happened to him?" Patriarch Murong asked.

Old Mr.

Ancestor Murong's expression changed, "Isn't that Senior Brother..."

Old Mr.

"Senior brother, his swordsmanship is superb. He may have some ideas, but we can't really help him much... Mr. Xun sighed helplessly.

Ancestor Murong raised his head and glanced at the sealing formation, and then at the blurry Ancestor Dugu in the formation. His expression was a little sad, and he sighed:

"The great calamity of the Heavenly Demon lasted for a long time and resulted in heavy casualties. In the end, my senior brother committed suicide and spent his life in prison to guard the gate, so that the future generations of the Taixu Sect can have peace."

"Senior brother, he... gave up his supreme talent, gave up his boundless future, gave up his great scenery, and turned from the famous No. 1 sword in Qianzhou into a living tomb. For so many years, he has been silently guarding the In this forbidden place, now he is old, and it is difficult to distinguish between man and evil, and he does not know whether he will have a happy ending...

Ancestor Murong felt deeply sad.

Mr. Xun also felt sad, but he still said: "This path was chosen by my senior brother. He knows these things better than us." "I know." Old Ancestor Murong sighed, and then asked softly, "What now? manage?"

Old Mr.

Ancestor Murong pondered for a moment, "If something cannot be done..."

"If something can't be done," Mr. Xun frowned and sighed, "I'll think of a way." He didn't say anything, and Patriarch Murong didn't ask any questions, just nodded.

"That's all it can do..."

After that, both of them were silent, each with their own thoughts.

The bright sunshine shining into the back mountain seems to be covered with a layer of shadow, showing coldness and heavyness. Ancestor Murong looked around, taking in the entire Taixu Mountain, and sighed softly:

"Obviously the three sects merged, but there are such twists and turns. The future of our Taixu Sect's orthodoxy is uncertain..."

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, his eyes filled with thoughts, and he slowly shook his head and said: "It's not that the future of my Taixu Sect is uncertain, but that the future of this world and all living beings is uncertain..."

Ancestor Murong was stunned, "This... I'm afraid I'm exaggerating..."

Mr. Xun looked indifferent. After thinking for a moment, he slowly expressed his worries:

"The catastrophe of heaven and earth is certainly terrible, but it is not the most terrible thing." "The most terrible thing is actually the decay of human hearts."

"The great catastrophes of the past were naturally dangerous, but there are still great monks like me, who have great cultivation, great perseverance, and great plans. They give up fame and fortune, honor and disgrace, and self to bear the burden of the people and resist this great catastrophe. "

"What now?"

"In today's sects, profit is the most important thing. Most of the disciples under the sect do self-interested things in a high-sounding manner. People do not cultivate their minds, do not seek the Tao, and are selfish. What will happen once they encounter a real disaster? "

As if thinking of that scene, Mr. Xun's expression was extremely serious, and his tone was also cold.

"I always have a hunch that due to the corruption of people's hearts, the next catastrophe may be the death catastrophe of Jiuzhou." This statement was so shocking that even ancestor Murong was horrified.

Ancestor Murong said in a deep voice: "With the unification of the nine provinces, the power of the Taoist court is great. Even if there is some decline, it should not reach this stage..." But his words did not sound like he was speaking to Mr. Xun, but rather like speaking to Mr. Xun. I'm talking to myself.

Mr. Xun was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked into the distance. "I hope so...

Everything in the back mountain is tightly blocked by the formation, and outsiders don't know how time flows quietly.

After three days, the ink painting was almost perfect. He can continue to take classes, practice, and draw formations.

Of course, the most important thing is that with a third-grade divine skeleton and the "legacy" of an evil fetus, he can continue to refine the divine marrow, devour divine thoughts, and crack the mystery formation. Another half month passed like this, at midnight, Mo Hua was meditating in his disciple's residence, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he was solving puzzles as always.

But something is different today.

Because today, he will be able to solve the mystery formation, which also means that the bottleneck in the later stage of his Tianyan Jue foundation building will be broken tonight. He is about to reach the late stage of foundation building!

Mo Hua suppressed his excitement and began to solve the last puzzle formation with slightly trembling hands.

As he traced the outline with his fingers, the golden lines of divine thoughts shuttled between the mystery formations, forming formations that solved the formation one after another. The mystery formation was also deconstructed little by little, collapsed and disappeared... Finally, with the last stroke Condensed, the last golden pattern settled, and the "mystery array" that was the bottleneck of Tianyan Jue finally turned into a golden hairspring and completely dissipated.

At that moment, the sea of ​​consciousness in Mo Hua suddenly became clear. The sea of ​​​​qi is no longer suppressed by bottlenecks.

The spiritual power flows by itself, forming the Zhoutian, and merges into the sea of ​​​​qi of the ink painting.

There is also a slight feeling of "hunger" in the meridians of the limbs and bones.

Mo Hua immediately opened his eyes, took out the spiritual stones that had been prepared, crushed them all, breathed them in, took them into the body, circulated around the sky, refined them one by one, and settled into the sea of ​​qi. Mo Hua felt that his spiritual power had strengthened again after a long time.

His sea of ​​consciousness is also broadening little by little, and the realm of his spiritual consciousness is gradually rising...

I don't know how long it took, but finally, as the sea of ​​qi filled up, the sea of ​​consciousness became clear, the meridians throughout the body became stable, and the spiritual power was established. Mo Hua opened his eyes, with a strange brilliance blooming in his eyes, and the aura around him also increased.

Late stage of foundation building!

Finally a breakthrough!

The whole breakthrough process was quite smooth.

But the prerequisite for success was that he had spent too much thought, planned too many plans, and fought hard to kill the divine skeleton first and then the divine embryo, so that he could achieve such a smooth breakthrough now.

"Cultivation is really not easy... Mo Hua felt emotional.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off and he is now a late-stage foundation-building monk. In front of all the junior fellow apprentices, I was finally able to hold my head up high.

Mo Hua looked inside himself and examined his current strength: his physical body was a little stronger - although it had no effect.

His spiritual power is a bit richer - of course, compared to his disciples who are always at the top level and have high-grade spiritual roots and techniques, the gap is still quite big. The only thing that was good was his consciousness, which was as strong as ever.

The pinnacle of the nineteen lines.

Because of the devouring of the third-grade divine skeleton and the huge spiritual thoughts left by the evil fetus, coupled with the enhanced divine consciousness brought about by breaking through to the late foundation building stage, Mo Hua's divine consciousness this time has taken another step beyond the limit. A big step.

At this time, his consciousness was already infinitely close to twenty lines.

Mo Hua even felt that as long as he had another opportunity, he could break through this limit and truly possess the spiritual consciousness of the twenty-line realm. In the later stage of foundation building...spirit formation.

Mo Hua was a little dazed for a moment.

He didn't expect that the day when his consciousness would form a pill would be right in front of him without even realizing it, and it even made him feel a little unreal. When he was in the Qi Refining Realm and building the foundation of his spiritual consciousness, he spent a lot of effort and drew formations every day before slowly polishing it up.

But thinking about it in retrospect, this may also be because the Great Wilderness Evil God is lodged in the border of Qianxue State.

The Evil God of Great Desolation was too fat, and he kept eating and drinking. As soon as he didn't pay attention, his consciousness was about to form a pill. And, it's more than that.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, lowered his head, and looked at the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts.

He successively refined a third-grade divine skeleton and a second-grade evil fetus, devouring a large amount of divine marrow. His current divine thoughts have turned into an almost pure gold color. It is almost pure gold, but there is still a trace of impurities.

This color is already terrifying. At least so far, Mo Hua has never seen such pure "gold" on any god or other existence. Not even Huangshanjun.

Not to mention the small whitebait, it is silver.

As for the golden color, Mo Hua had only heard from Huangshan Jun and had no idea about this kind of essence. “The next step is to remove impurities and refine your spiritual thoughts into pure gold?

"What happens next?" Mo Hua was confused.

Thinking of the divine marrow, Mo Hua recalled what the third-grade bloody divine skeleton said to him not long ago. That divine skeleton said that he knew nothing about "Tao Hua" and that his Tao was a complete mess... Mo Hua was a little unhappy, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the third-grade divine skeleton was probably not lying.

My understanding of the "Taoization of Divine Consciousness" indeed needs to be deepened, the strength of the Divine Consciousness needs to be polished more, and the inheritance needs to be gradually mastered.

That divine skeleton did want to kill him, but at the same time it also reminded him.

The point is...why is it reminding itself, why is it saying this to itself? Isn't it the divine remains of the Lord of the Wilderness?

Mo Hua recalled every detail of his dealings with this bloody divine skeleton, and suddenly discovered a problem: "Blood..."

Although other divine skeletons are also cruel, murderous, devouring human lives, and have blood shadows, they do not have such a strong "blood" background like the current divine skeleton, and even its original magical power is just a handle. The "Blood Killing Blade" condenses the way of blood.

"Its way is related to blood..."

"This doesn't seem to be the 'Tao' of the Great Wild Evil God?" Mo Hua frowned.

Things seem to be getting complicated..

However, he doesn’t know much about evil gods, the ways of gods, the laws of the great way, and he hasn’t encountered many situations. Now thinking about these, he can’t figure out the reason.

“Let’s talk about it later...”

“Anyway, it’s already the late stage of foundation building...”

Mo Hua was satisfied, put aside other thoughts, and slept peacefully again.