Asking about longevity

The divine punishment is still intensifying, this is a punishment for multiple crimes.

Mr. Tu's bones were broken, his flesh was twisted into a knot, and blood seeped into the floor, but Mr. Tu did not dare to resist or beg for mercy, and could only bear it all.

His hatred for Taixu Sect continued to penetrate into his bones along with this pain.

If it were not for Taixu Sect---Wan Yao Valley, the Yanzhi Boat would not have been destroyed, and his plan would not have been restricted everywhere.

Now that the Demon Sect is surrounded and suppressed, the main force is still the twenty Jindan elders of Taixu Sect!

Mr. Tu was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off.

At the same time, the divine punishment was also coming to an end.

After a period of pain like crushing bones and ash, and the divine punishment of the three thousand purgatory in the Great Wilderness and various tortures, Mr. Tu finally got a breath.

He planned for the master of the Great Wilderness for a thousand years.

The "divine punishment" he suffered in the past thousand years is far less severe and cruel than in just a few years.

All this was caused by the Taixu Sect, which believed in that evil god.

He would never forget this vengeance.

Mr. Tu's flesh and blood moved, bones grew flesh, flesh grew skin, and he became a human again. He crawled on the ground, kowtowed to the huge sheep bone statue in front of him, and reported devoutly:

"I spent all my efforts to raise the evil dragon for the master's divine fetus, but it ran away. He became disloyal and felt that his bloodline was noble, so he was unwilling to dedicate everything to you, the Lord."

"I will find him and peel his skin."

"Xuelian Sect, Wan Yao Mountain----I borrowed their Taoism and spread the Lord's reputation, which aroused their covetousness. They also want to get involved in the Ganxuezhou world and get a piece of the pie————— ””

“It doesn’t matter. Once the catastrophe is approaching, letting these real demon sects stir up trouble will also offer more generous sacrifices for the revival of the Lord of God——

“By then, believers will live and non-believers will die, and these demon sects are no exception.”

“These demon cultivators are used to killing people and being lawless. They don’t know that there are real horrors in this world that they can’t imagine.”

“The divine fetus in the Dragon King Temple is silent————·

“The fierce god of Taixu Sect is worthy of being the enemy of the Lord of God. He can suppress the power of the divine fetus. It is really terrible, but that’s all.”

“I still have a backup plan. There will be a more suitable ‘divine fetus’ as the ‘container’ for your descent.’

“The situation is also more urgent——”

“The Dao Court has noticed it, the aristocratic families have begun to be vigilant, the Taixu Sect is even more tit-for-tat with us, and the fierce god is also eyeing us covetously.”

“Now, the demon sect has been completely surrounded and suppressed before it has developed——

“Someone is forcing me to move forward with my plan. "

"In that case, I won't wait any longer.""

Mr. Tu looked ferocious, "The next Dao Conference--""

"I will destroy the Xuezhou world, blood will flow like a river, thousands of monks will be slaughtered, and this world will be turned into purgatory to welcome the coming of the Lord of God!"

Mr. Tu looked fanatical, and his injuries were also recovering rapidly. It seemed that the evil god in the dark was "rewarding" his loyalty after hearing the good news of his recovery.

Mr. Tu knelt on the ground tremblingly. Under the reflection of the green candlelight, his face was gloomy and terrifying, like a demon.

"The next Dao Conference··blood will flow like a river·

Taixu Sect, disciples live.

Mo Hua suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

He seemed to have foreseen something terrible. He was awake, but he was still scared.

"What's going on? I--had a nightmare?" Mo Hua murmured.

"No, I don't dream, and-.-"

"Who dares to make me have a nightmare?"

Mo Hua frowned, touched his forehead, and found that his forehead was cold and sweaty.

He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to trace the cause and effect, but as soon as his mind moved, it was like being in the vast ocean, boundless, and he didn't know where to find this cause and effect that made him feel lingering fear.

He didn't know what this cause and effect was.

"Is it an illusion? Or-I am too tired?"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, still had no clue, so he lay down on the bed again, wanting to sleep again.

But he didn't sleep often, and it was rare for him to sleep once. After being awakened for no reason, he couldn't sleep again.

"Forget it, practice the formation--"

When you are undecided and indecisive, practice the formation first.

Mo Hua is used to it.

He sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and began to consolidate and practice some formations of nineteen patterns and even the peak of nineteen patterns on the Dao Monument.

Everything requires practice to become perfect, and the same is true for formations.

According to the plan, Mo Hua practiced some high-level formations of the second grade with 19 patterns for more than ten times to warm up his hands, and then began to practice the second grade with 20 patterns of the reverse spirit formation.

He could not master this formation yet and could not draw it completely, but he could practice it first.

Anyway, his current formation level has reached a bottleneck, and there is no other formation to learn except practicing the absolute formation.

In this way, Mo Hua practiced until dawn, and then he opened his eyes.

Facing the rising sun, covered with morning light, he practiced the skills for a while, refined a week of spiritual stones, accumulated a little spiritual power, and went to class as usual.

Sitting in the preaching room, listening to the elders' lectures.

Mo Hua changed from the "behind-the-scenes mastermind" who pushed the destruction of the Demon Sect to a diligent little disciple of the Taixu Sect.

A few days later, Mo Hua asked Gu Changhuai about the follow-up of the destruction of the Demon Sect.

The two of them were drinking and eating together in a restaurant in Taixu City.

The restaurant belonged to the Gu family.

Mo Hua worked hard on wiping out the Demon Sect, and Gu Changhuai specially invited him to another meal in order to do Mo Hua's work.

Ink painting is not polite either.

He knew that Uncle Gu was a "rich man", so he would not save spiritual stones for him.

While Mo Hua was eating, Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to Mo Hua:

"The leader of the Demon Sect has escaped. Daotingsi has blocked the border of the third-level state and is doing its best to hunt him down.

but-"

Gu Changhuai frowned.

"You can't catch it," Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "The leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage has the power of the evil dragon. Several elders of the Taixu Sect in the late Golden Core stage have not been able to kill him. It would be difficult to hunt him down."

Mo Hua didn't like what he said, so he defended Xun Ziyou and other elders:

"It's because this demon is too strong, it's not because our elders from the Taixu Sect are weak!"

Gu Changhuai also admitted.

This leader of the demon sect possesses the power of an evil dragon and can devour huge amounts of blood. He is terrifyingly powerful and cannot be subdued by ordinary monks.

On the other hand, it was fortunate that several elders from the Taixu Sect worked together to suppress the leader of the Demon Sect, and even forced him to escape.

Otherwise, if this devil is allowed to go on a killing spree, Daotingsi will kill and injure many cultivators, and the consequences will be disastrous.

They had not expected this before.

Gu Changhuai nodded and said: "The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation. The elders have moral hearts and extraordinary cultivation. Thanks to them this time, we can suppress the Demon Sect and destroy the Demon Cultivator."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Uncle Gu has been "hanging out" with him for a long time, and he has begun to speak well and be obedient.

"Where are the other Demon Sect elders? Are they all dead? Are there any fish that slipped through the net?" Mo Hua asked again.

Gu Changhuai counted them one by one:

"As you said before, the greedy ninth elder is dead. The short and skinny demon cultivator elder was beheaded by Elder Xun. The oldest second elder is dead. The other elders are almost dead as well. The remaining Yes, there is only one Elder Bear Demon, and the one you mentioned, 'Elder You."

...

"I ordered people to check, and no corpses of these two golden pills were found near the Demon Sect. Elder Xiong at least had his head exposed, and his arm was cut by Elder Xunziyou's sword. As for Elder You, from the beginning to the end, Then disappeared."

Mo Hua couldn't help but slow down while chewing his elbow.

This Elder You is really not that simple————·

Did he get the news from Daotingsi in advance?

Or did you suspect that there was something wrong with the "Mr. Yuan" you pretended to be? Through the thunder and magnetic formation, you found some clues, so you escaped in advance?

How did he escape? Where are you now?

The ink painting was full of doubts for a while, and I was in a trance.

Gu Changhuai glanced at him, took a sip of wine, and said, "Okay, don't think about it. This is Daotingsi's business."

Then he thought for a moment and added: "If there are any traces of these two people, I will tell you."

The implication is, don't waste your time on this kind of thing, practice well, and leave the search for the remnants of the Demon Sect to Daotingsi. I will tell you when there is news.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

"One more thing," Gu Changhuai said, "Daotingsi has already calculated the merits of wiping out the Demon Sect. Everyone who participated in the encirclement and suppression will have a share, and naturally you will also have a share. After the calculation is completed, Daotingsi will distribute it to Jing Tai. virtual door,

Import your disciple order. Suppressing the Demon Sect is a big deal, and this meritorious service should be quite generous. "

Mo Hua didn't react much.

The main reason is that he is now a "big man with meritorious deeds", so many that you can no longer see how many he has.

He didn't feel much if there was more or less.

Moreover, he knows very well the efficiency of Daotingsi. It will be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse when this meritorious service is paid.

After the two of them chatted and finished eating, Mo Hua was going back to his sect for class.

Before leaving, Gu Changhuai said:

"My cousin asked me to tell you that if you are willing, you can come to Gu's family for a New Year's banquet this year."

"New Year's Eve banquet?"

As I was drawing ink, I suddenly remembered that in just over a month, it will be Chinese New Year again.

This year has passed without me realizing it.

There was a vague sense of urgency in Mo Hua, as if time was passing too fast and something was about to happen, but it was just a feeling and he couldn't figure out the reason.

"Uncle Gu, you shouldn't be busy at the annual banquet this year, right?" Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai looked at the ink paintings and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thanks to you, the disaster of the Demon Sect has been ended ahead of schedule, and Daotingsi can relax for a while and have a good year."

"You're welcome," Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will go to Gu's house to play with you during the Chinese New Year."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and sighed: "Okay."

After bidding farewell to Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua returned to his sect.

In the evening, with the disciple in the middle, Mo Hua turned up the light and read at night. After reading for a while, he got tired, so he lay on the table and began to meditate.

The calamity of the Demon Sect has come to an end for the time being.

Except for the initial planning and matchmaking, which he put a lot of thought into, there was no need for him to take action at all during the actual encirclement and suppression.

There are no demons in the Golden Core Realm who are looking for him to fight for their lives.

Many of the methods he prepared were useless.

The ink painting is a bit regretful.

But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. After all, when monks practice Taoism, it is better to be cautious when it is time to be cautious. The Demon Sect was destroyed, all the demon cultivators were killed and injured, and those who survived were also imprisoned in Taoist prisons.

From then on, the innocent cultivators in the surrounding areas were able to avoid being killed and robbed by the Demon Sect, which was considered a meritorious deed.

The only problem is the natal magic weapon, which is the four-image blue dragon formation...

Thinking of this, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

This array map is really difficult to get—.

Now that the cruel and powerful leader of the Demon Sect has escaped, like a dragon entering the sea, he really has no clue.

Moreover, after seeing the actions of the Demon Sect and the huge pool of blood, Mo Hua couldn't help but start to doubt.

These four images of green dragons are still serious or not.

If it is not serious, how can I use it as a natal magic weapon?

Is the "magic weapon of my destiny" destined for me really to be this blue dragon formation?

Mo Hua frowned.

"How about - do the math?"

The situation is at a deadlock, there are no other clues, and there seems to be no good solution except fortune telling.

Mo Hua took out the copper coins that his master left for him, set up a divine mist formation to block his energy, and then calmed down and calmed down.

Use heavenly calculations.

The copper coin was thrown into the air, affecting the cause and effect, and then the dust settled and fell into the palm of the hand.

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart:

“What is my natal magic weapon—

Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the copper coins in his hand.

The copper coin lay calmly in his palm, without any warning or trace of cause and effect.

What's the meaning?

Mo Hua frowned in confusion.

"Can't you figure it out?"

Mo Hua stared at the copper coin for a long time without seeing anything strange. He was about to give up and put the copper coin down when suddenly there was a pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a large amount of spiritual consciousness rushed towards the copper coin like a tide.

At the same time, heaven's secrets are ups and downs, and cause and effect are flowing.

But the flow of cause and effect this time was too great, and even the spiritual consciousness drawn with ink could not support it at all.

In just a moment, Mo Hua's consciousness was sucked dry.

He rolled his eyes and flopped down on the table.

The cause and effect on the copper coins stopped flowing without the supply of spiritual thoughts. Whether the calculation was successful or not, but even so, there were still hints of omens that reached the depths of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua was in a trance, as if he had had another dream.

The dream was a green dragon.

But this dream was fragmented. He could only see the shadow of the blue dragon, and could feel the boundless majesty of the blue dragon.

There is also overwhelming power, and there are clear sounds of dragon roars in my ears, one after another.

Mo Hua feels something in his heart.

"Is this a dream of karma and divination? Dreaming about a blue dragon means that my natal magic weapon should be the orthodox Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation?"

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, all he had to do was to stick to his original idea, continue to find the leader of the Demon Sect, and find a way to obtain the Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation Diagram from him...

Mo Hua was thinking this, and suddenly his dream changed suddenly.

Something strange seemed to have invaded his dream, causing his dream to collapse inch by inch, causing Qinglong to become furious and roar loudly.

Within a moment, a blurry, black mist-like thing rushed towards Qinglong like a strong wind.

The strange, deformed, indescribable thing wrapped up and tore the green dragon apart, and then it came alive——"-

Swallowed.

In an instant, the dream was completely shattered, and Mo Hua woke up suddenly, recalling the scene in the dream, and a turmoil arose in his heart.

"A dragon - swallowed by something -

"What does this mean?"

"Is this dream a sign of my karma?"

"Then what is my magic weapon?"

Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, feeling even more confused for a moment.

In the days that followed, things calmed down.

Mo Hua still remembers the omen of "swallowing a dragon" in his dream, and is puzzled to understand it, but he can only think about it at ordinary times.

He also asked some elders, making insinuations and asking as if in small talk, what on earth could "eat dragons" in this world.

But this question is too bizarre.

The elders were also confused and just treated Mo Hua as a "childlike child" and asked some whimsical questions.

Mo Hua couldn't figure out why, so he could only practice and go to class with peace of mind.

Just like that, a month passed and a year came to an end.

In the sect's assessment, the ink painting improved unprecedentedly.

From "one A, six C" which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, to "one A, one B, five C"

His Taoism changed from "C" to "B"

It was probably that Elder Yi was playing "hide and seek" with him. After discussing his body skills, he recognized Mo Hua's body skills and therefore made an exception and gave him a "B".

When it comes to physical skills alone, Elder Yi feels that giving him an "armor" is more than enough.

Even if he pushes his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core, there are very few disciples in the entire Taixu Sect who can survive twenty rounds under him, let alone those who can fight with him as smoothly as Mo Hua. .

I gave it a "B" purely for the sake of keeping a low profile.

Moreover, no matter how good the body technique of ink painting is, after all, it is only the body technique.

The weakness of his spiritual power means that it is difficult for him to have high attainments in magic - at least based on the sect's assessment standards, it is difficult to get a good evaluation.

Mo Hua doesn't care too much about this "B"

He just felt a little uneasy.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

The results that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly changed. This made Mo Hua, who was more or less familiar with cause and effect, suddenly feel like something unexpected had happened.

Then, it’s New Year’s Eve again.

This is the seventh year he has spent in Taixu Sect, and Mo Hua has gradually adapted to it.

Moreover, Uncle Gu had invited him in advance, so he followed the trend and went to Gu's house to prepare for a New Year's banquet and a good meal.

There is still some time before the New Year banquet.

Mo Hua took Yu'er to wander around Qingzhou City.

Qingzhou City was very lively, and Yu'er also smiled happily, but there was a hint of worry in her smile.

Others may not be able to see this subtle expression, but it cannot escape Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua bought a few bunches of candied haws, handed them to Yu'er, and then asked in a low voice:

"Yu'er, are you worried about something?"

The smile on Yu'er's face couldn't help but stiffen, and then she became worried.

He is young and cannot hide his thoughts.

Mo Hua looked at him gently.

Yu'er hesitated for a long time and then said cheerfully: "Brother Mo, I - - I'm dreaming again."

Micro evidence of ink painting.

Another dream...

"Nightmare?" Mo Hua asked.

Yu'er nodded, then shook her head, "Not really...it's different from the previous nightmare...

"What dream?"

"I -" Yu'er was a little timid, but looking at Mo Hua, she slowly said, "I dreamed about myself." "

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Yourself?"

"Hmm -" Yu'er's eyes trembled slightly and she said a little confused, "It's me, but it doesn't look like me." Then what? "

"Then---the three of me, one in the mountains, one in the water, and one in my heart. They all looked at me silently, I was very scared, they said, said--"

Yu'er looked at Mo Hua with tears in her eyes, "If you say mother, you will die, if you say brother Mo, you will die too——"

These words seemed to have been pressing in his heart for a long time.

Yu'er, a simple and kind-hearted person, wanted to say something but never dared to say it.

Mo Hua looked at Yu'er's eyes filled with worry, fear and tears, smiled kindly, and said softly:

"Demons are evil. They can change into human forms and confuse people's hearts. Those three you are all transformed by demons. They are scaring you."

Yu'er's tears were still wet, "Is it true?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Yu'er thought for a moment and nodded. Brother Mo treated him very well and never lied to him.

Mo Hua touched Yu'er's head and said in a gentle voice:

"You don't have to be afraid of anything in the dream. No matter what they are, as long as they dare to show their heads, I will kill them all with one sword."

No matter what, kill them all with one sword——

This sentence gave Yu'er great courage.

Yu'er's eyes gradually brightened, a smile appeared on her little face, and she nodded fiercely at Mo Hua: "Yes!"