Asking about longevity

Chapter 959 Planting Demons (Thanks to the big boss Q Chai for the reward~)

"He? To me? Planting demons in the heart of Tao?"

This kind of thing is really unbelievable. Mo Hua didn't know what expression to make for a moment, so his expression became more and more stupid.

Mr. Xuan nodded, his voice was low, with some bewitching tone:

"Remember?"

Mo Hua nodded dully.

"Repeat it." Mr. Xuan said.

Mo Hua said: "From now on, I am your master and you are my servant."

"You will obey me."

"If I let you live, you will live; if I let you die, you will die..."

When he heard this, Mr. Xuan was stunned, and a trace of anger inexplicably arose in his heart.

I asked you to repeat, not to repeat like this.

After you said that, who is the master of whom?

Mr. Xuan frowned.

"Why is this happening? Did something go wrong with the Tao Heart Demon Planting? Obviously the other two were fine, no accidents happened..."

"Or... he has a strong spiritual consciousness and a smart mind, so he is resistant to the Tao Heart Demon Planting?"

Mr. Xuan looked at Mo Hua and felt that his guess was not impossible. He shook the Three Realms Card in front of Mo Hua and read his words "Tao Heart Demon Planting" again.

After reading it, Mo Hua's eyes dimmed.

He seemed to be thinking, digesting, and learning something.

After a while, Mo Hua looked at Mr. Xuan, his eyes were deep, revealing a strange gray, and he said word by word:

"This word is the Tao, transformed into a demon seed, planted in your heart, it will not be lost or destroyed..."

Mr. Xuan was slightly startled, and his mind was floating, and he felt that something was wrong.

The next moment, Mo Hua said to him in a low voice: "I will obey you, and obey you..."

"I will obey you, and obey you, and obey you."

Mr. Xuan gradually regained consciousness and nodded, and then he felt relieved and at ease:

"It's planted."

"Sure enough, for such a smart kid, planting once is not enough, you have to plant twice."

Since the devil has been planted in his heart, he will definitely obey me. If I tell him to live, he will live, and if I tell him to die, he will die.

This idea also remained in Mr. Xuan's heart.

"Follow me..."

Mr. Xuan said to Mo Hua, then turned around and walked forward arrogantly.

Mo Hua followed him with a dull look, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think a lot in his heart.

This Mr. Xuan actually planted a devil in his heart?

Why?

Is he related to his uncle?

It shouldn't be possible...

At his level, he doesn't look like he has inherited his uncle's legacy at all.

Even if they were only one thousandth of the master's level, these Jindan would have killed each other long ago.

If it's not the master's inheritance, then it must be the "Tao Heart Planting Demon" of the orthodox demon sect?

Mo Hua had studied it a little before and knew that the "Tao Heart Planting Demon" method was not originally the "signboard" of his master, but the sect inheritance of an ancient demon sect, the Huan Mo Sect.

However, the "Tao Heart Planting Demon" of the Huan Mo Sect, although tricky, vicious and weird, poisoning people's hearts, making cultivators shudder at the mention of it, is actually not a truly top-notch inheritance.

But the "Tao Heart Planting Demon" of the master's uncle is completely different.

He took the path of the gods and was canonized as a "Taoist". The Tao Heart Planting Demon deepened by the heavenly secrets and calculations is unique.

Moreover, it seems to be much stronger than that of the Huan Mo Sect.

But how much stronger it is, no one knows.

Because no one who was hit by the "Tao Heart Planting Demon" of the Weird Taoist seems to have survived.

Mo Hua remembered clearly that in the Ten Thousand Demons Hall outside Lizhou City, there were so many golden elixirs, including three demons in the Yuhua realm, and none of them made a sound.

Especially in a crowd, if one was planted, a large number of people would die.

Mo Hua thought for a while.

When Master Xuan performed this move of planting demons in the heart of Tao, it seemed that he had to borrow some kind of evil weapon - that is, the amber jade plate in his hand that looked like three skulls, to confuse people's minds.

In addition, some kind of "mantra" was needed as a medium.

This mantra was a bit tedious. Sometimes it was not enough to recite it once, but twice, and the opportunity was gone.

But the master was different.

If he wanted to plant demons in the heart of Tao, basically he only needed to take a look at it. Sometimes, even a simple sentence, a thought, or even a name could become the "seed" of planting demons in the heart of Tao.

The master was really too strong.

That's why I stole his things back then.

This Master Xuan was far behind.

But then again, since the master's divine mind method is called "Dao Xin Zhong Mo", it is probably derived from the Dao Xin Zhong Mo method of Huan Mo Sect.

And now, I definitely can't learn the "Dao Xin Zhong Mo" from the master.

Then let's settle for the next best thing, start with this Master Xuan, and then comprehend the basic usage of "Dao Xin Zhong Mo"?

"It seems possible, and..."

Mo Hua glanced at the temples around with his peripheral vision, and his mind moved slightly.

This temple looks magnificent, but it is sealed in a coffin with thousands of corpses and hidden deep inside, which must contain great danger.

Next, I don't know what I will encounter.

And as a foundation-building cultivator, it is too risky to follow this group of Jindan great demon cultivators.

Not to mention the late Jindan Demon Sect leader, the late Jindan bear demon cultivator, and the late Jindan black-robed old man, even the "Master Xuan" in front of him, in a head-on confrontation, he is not a match.

If you are not careful and reveal your true identity, you will be suspected and even killed.

In this case, it is better to hand over some "handle" and become their "puppet" to make them feel at ease.

Mo Hua glanced at Mr. Xuan who was walking in front of him again, and a trace of weirdness appeared in his eyes:

"Why don't you use anything else? How dare you use the Tao Heart Planting Demon on me..."

Mr. Xuan who was walking in front of him trembled slightly in his heart, and suddenly looked back, but saw that Mo Hua's eyes were dim and his expression was dull. He followed him like a fool, and there was nothing unusual.

Mr. Xuan frowned and was a little confused.

But as soon as this doubt came up, the words that Mo Hua had said to him and the spells he had recited rang in his heart again.

Mr. Xuan thought for a moment, and his brows gradually opened.

"How can it be wrong to use the Tao Heart Planting Demon on a foundation-building cultivator? This kid is already my "plaything"..."

Mr. Xuan nodded, turned around and continued to lead Mo Hua forward.

The temple was magnificent, with grand pavilions, copper pillars and corridors, making it difficult to tell the direction.

But this Master Xuan seemed to know the way, and went straight through the layers of golden pavilions and came to a front hall.

In the front hall, there were many people, and those Jindan demon cultivators were all there.

Even Master Hui and Shitou were there.

But these two people had dull eyes and were confused at this time. They were obviously also "demonized by the heart of Tao".

And judging from their appearance, it seemed that Master Xuan had also done it.

"All together." Master Xuan said.

The old man in black robe nodded slightly, then looked at Mo Hua, "This little brother, you also planted it?"

"Of course," said Master Xuan, and then looked at Mo Hua, "I'm doing this for his own good..."

"After planting the devil's thoughts, he became a puppet, confused, and couldn't hear what we said. In this way, he might be able to save his life afterwards. Otherwise, if he heard a word of the secrets in this temple, he would be dead."

"Besides, this kid looks innocent, but he is actually very smart. I don't feel at ease if I don't plant the devil on him."

"That's good," the old man in black robe nodded, then looked at Master Xuan, "Master, you seem to value this kid very much?"

Master Xuan smiled and said, "I need a servant who serves tea and water, and this kid is just right."

The old man in black robe said nothing more.

Master Xuan looked at Shen Qingsheng in the black-robed old man's hand and asked, "What about the kid from the Shen family? Do you want to take him with you?"

The black-robed old man nodded: "The Shen family will not give up and keep him as a bargaining chip."

"That's right." Master Xuan nodded.

"It's getting late, let's go."

"Well," Master Xuan nodded, and then his face was slightly solemn, and he said with a smile, "After going through thousands of hardships, I finally got to this point. I hope the second elder and the third prince will not let me down."

The black-robed old man did not answer, but walked in front.

The leader of the Demon Sect also followed him and walked into the depths of the temple.

Master Xuan walked at the end with Mo Hua, Mr. Hui Erye and Shitou, three "puppets" with demons planted in their hearts.

The steps of the temple are wide and long, like a dragon covered with golden scales, winding up to the highest point, the most majestic and luxurious hall on the top of the silver platform and golden pavilion.

Along the way, there are carved beams and painted buildings, golden buildings and jade buildings, which are magnificent and dazzling.

Mo Hua walked on the steps, as if he was a humble "pilgrim" going to meet the powerful gods, and couldn't help but silently complain in his heart:

"You are so corrupt, Huang Shanjun..."

But he didn't dare to look at it too much, but tried to be as slow as possible, like a wooden man, walking up one step at a time.

After walking for an unknown period of time, a square appeared in front of him.

The square was very large, built with Ming copper ore, and it was golden.

And in the square, there were countless bronze men kneeling densely.

These bronze figures, men and women, young and old, mostly in ragged clothes and with sad faces, all kneeled devoutly on the ground, praying to the temple on the top of the mountain.

It was a solemn and sacred scene, but the old man in black robes felt a little creepy.

Because the golden hall was filled with a very strong yin energy.

It was like a whole sea of ​​yin and evil, which made people shudder.

The old man in black robe stopped, turned his head to look at Mr. Hui Er, and asked Mr. Xuan, "How many levels have you cultivated to the level of the demon in your Dao heart?"

Mr. Xuan understood what the old man in black robe meant, and said:

"My attainments are still shallow. People who are planted with demons cannot use the skills and Dao methods, and can only control some instinctive physical skills. However, if you ask him, he can answer, and he can do some basic things."

The old man in black robe said: "Let him take out the Maoshan jade and measure the evil spirit."

"Well," Mr. Xuan nodded, and then gave Mr. Hui Er an order, "Take the Maoshan jade."

Mr. Hui Er did as he said, and took out the jade pendant from the storage bag.

The jade pendant flashed with a dark green light.

This light was deeper than before, even darker.

Mr. Xuan asked: "What does this mean?"

Mr. Hui Er said woodenly: "This is... a sign of great yin, and resentment is overwhelming."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere was solemn, and everyone's face sank.

Mo Hua nodded secretly.

It was indeed a sign of great yin.

He saw with his own eyes that on the golden square where thousands of bronze men were kneeling, countless wronged souls and evil spirits were roaring and screaming. They were a black mass, like a large army attacking a city, with dark clouds pressing down on the sky, which was very shocking.

It's a pity that Mr. Xuan and others can't see this scene.

The old man in black robe frowned in thought and said slowly:

"This is the temple, and it is also the tomb of my emperor in the wilderness. The gods need people to worship, and I, the descendant of the emperor in the wilderness, also need people to kowtow."

"These bronze statues in front of me are bronze figures poured out of living people. They worship both gods and descendants of the emperor. From birth to death, they kneel down and worship."

"While alive, they were slaves of the imperial power. After death, they will turn into evil ghosts and guard the imperial tomb and temple."

"Therefore, this place of worship is a holy place for the dead and is forbidden to the living."

Mr. Xuan's eyes were stern and he asked, "How to break the situation?"

The old man in black robe shook his head slightly.

Mr. Xuan said strangely: "This is your Dahuang inheritance, right? It should be written by the Dahuang clan, and the second elder doesn't know about it?"

The dark eyes of the old man in black robes trembled slightly, and for a moment there was a fierce murderous intention. "The person who arranged the plan is the traitor of our great wilderness. He... stole the inheritance of my great wilderness and deserves death..."

The ink painting on the side was startled when he heard this.

Traitor of the wilderness?

Who is he talking about...?

Mr. Xuan didn't care much about the traitors in Dahuang. He only cared about whether he could get to the temple.

"Is there no other way?"

The black-robed old man pondered for a moment and said: "I have something, which is a relic of the Great Wilderness. It is called the 'Shen Mist Lamp'. It can cover up the traces of spiritual consciousness and avoid evil spirits."

"but……"

The black-robed old man looked into the distance, "But the dojo is too big, there are clouds of evil things, and the passage is too long. This 'Shenwu Lamp' alone may not be able to survive."

Mr. Xuan said, "How about lighting a personal lamp?"

The black-robed ancestor thought for a moment and nodded: "That's all."

Mr. Xuan ordered Mr. Hui to take out his golden hoop.

The old man in black robe shook a few times, and a cold evil force was injected into Shen Qingsheng's meridians, stimulating him to wake up, and then put the golden hoop on Shen Qingsheng's head.

The familiar feeling came back, Shen Qingsheng's face turned pale instantly, and he said in horror: "No, I will die..."

The old man in black robe used blood-colored spiritual power to seal Shen Qingsheng's mouth and nose, preventing him from shouting.

Then he silently recited a mysterious and simple wild language for a while, and lit the divine mist lamp.

A light was lit, and the mist filled the air, shrouding everyone in it and covering up everyone's breath.

Mo Hua sensed the fog around him, thought about it for a moment, and finally understood.

This divine mist lamp is engraved with a divine mist formation. Once activated, it can turn into mist and confuse the perception of the spirit.

Evil and evil ghosts are also objects of "spiritual thoughts", so they will naturally be confused by this divine mist lamp.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

This divine mist lamp can actually be integrated with the divine mist array. It is a unique craftsmanship, and I am afraid that it also uses the ancient weapon refining method of the Great Wilderness lineage.

Dahuang’s inheritance is truly extraordinary.

Under the cover of the divine mist lamp, everyone walked in the dojo.

Surrounded by impregnated bronze figures, with a dark cloud-like gloom above his head, everything seemed fine for the moment.

But as they walked, some obviously powerful ghosts noticed something unusual and peeked into the mist of the Shenwu Zhan.

The old man in black robe glanced at Mr. Xuan.

Mr. Xuan understood and immediately imitated Mr. Hui and lit the "human lamp" above Shen Qingsheng's head.

Shen Qingsheng's sea of ​​consciousness began to be burned bit by bit again.

His spiritual thoughts turned into smoke and filled the sky, attracting these ghosts aside.

Mr. Xuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, everyone kept moving forward under the cover of the divine fog lamp and the human lamp.

Shen Qingsheng was regarded as a "candle" and burned all the way.

But Shen Qingsheng's spiritual consciousness is not strong after all. He touched it once before, and this time it has gradually dried up.

Shen Qingsheng's head felt more like a thousand needles pricking him.

Not long after, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Mr. Xuan took a breath, rolled his eyelids, shook his head and said, "It's almost dry. If I drink more, I'm afraid the person will be dead."

Shen Qingsheng is still useful, and the old man in black robe doesn't want him to die now.

As soon as the lamp goes out, the yin becomes heavier.

It seems that there is no bait, and there are powerful ghosts coming to peer into their fog.

The old man in black robe said: "Substitute someone."

Mr. Xuan nodded.

So, this golden hoop lamp was placed on the head of Mr. Hui.

Mr. Hui Erye has always used others to "light the lamp" in his life. I am afraid he never thought that one day, his head would be used to light the lamp.

The human lamp was lit again, and the smoke of spiritual consciousness curled up.

Second Master Hui is a golden elixir, and his spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of Shen Qingsheng.

But what is surprising is that his spiritual consciousness is even more complicated than that of Shen Qingsheng. It seems that he is too old, has a complicated mind, and is too greedy.

In addition, he had been bitten by a corpse ghost, and his spiritual thoughts were already full of filth.

Therefore, not all ghosts are willing to eat the smoke produced by his spiritual thoughts, and the effect will naturally be less effective.

Although it is worse, it is a golden elixir after all, so it is more resistant to "burning".

After walking a long way, he showed signs of exhaustion of consciousness.

"Change again." The old man in black robe said.

So the person lighting the lamp was replaced with a stone.

Shitou's spiritual thoughts are much better than Second Master Hui's. His thoughts seem not as complicated as Second Master Hui's, and his greed is not as heavy.

But he is a physical practitioner, a bit stupid, and doesn't like to use his brain.

Therefore, the smell of the smoke from the burning spirit is a bit bland.

However, with the protection of the divine mist lamp, the quality of the human lamp does not have that big an impact, as long as it can be lit.

In this way, everyone continued to cross the golden dojo and move forward.

After walking for who knows how long, the majestic hall of the gods in the distance was already visible to the naked eye, and the imperial tomb in the wilderness seemed to be very close.

But at this moment, the stone's spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted, and the human lamp was about to go out.

There is still a short distance to go before leaving the dojo.

Shen Qingsheng, Mr. Hui, and Stone have all been lit, and the only one left is the ink painting.

Naturally, these demon cultivators would not use their own spiritual thoughts to light lamps.

But ink painting...

Mr. Xuan was a little hesitant. He kept the ink paintings, which were of great use, but he was somewhat reluctant to use him to light lamps.

If he loses his mind, he will lose a good slave.

The old man in black robe also hesitated.

But seeing that the human lights were about to run out, there seemed to be no other choice.

"Just order it." The old man in black robe said.

"Um."

Mr. Xuan thought for a moment, nodded, then took off the golden hoop from the top of Shi Shi's head and put it on Mo Hua's head.

Mo Hua wanted to resist, but he didn't dare to move.

After all, he is now a "puppet" of the Tao Heart Demon and cannot have independent consciousness.

Moreover, there are golden elixir demon cultivators all around, each one more powerful than the other.

"Just light up people's lamps..."

At most, it would only be a little bit of spiritual consciousness, which shouldn't be a big deal.

Furthermore, he has long been accustomed to the loss, damage, or even exhaustion of his spiritual consciousness. It would not be a big deal if he had some spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua stood motionless, and Mr. Xuan still fastened the golden hoop of the human lamp on his forehead.

Afterwards, Mr. Xuan began to light the lamps.

The light was on for a while, but there was no response at all.

"What's going on?" Mr. Xuan was startled.

The old man in black robe also frowned.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, not quite sure, so he looked inside and sensed it, and then he slowly understood.

His Shen Nian Gong was transformed into a pure and integrated body, like copper poured into gold, and a human lamp could not move at all.

If you can't draw your consciousness, you can't light the lamp.

Being watched by the old man in black robe and Mr. Xuan, Mo Hua had no choice but to "let go".

He took the initiative to release part of his spiritual consciousness and fed it to the human lamp for the human lamp to burn.

The human lamp slowly burned.

"alright……"

Mr. Xuan nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he was stunned again.

The light of the human lamp was getting brighter and brighter.

A wisp of pure golden smoke floated into the air.

Then everyone felt that the entire sky exploded with a "bang", the situation changed, and the originally dark Yin Qi surged like a shocking tsunami.