Asking about longevity

"What's going on?"

"Ghost riot?!"

Everyone's expressions changed, even the calm Demon Sect leader's expression was extremely solemn.

The yin energy around him suddenly gathered like wind and clouds. It was so strong that the air was so gloomy that water could even drip from it. An astonishing chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

The old man in black robe looked up at the sky.

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The sky was gray and gloomy, with nothing in it.

But he could predict that something shocking was going to happen.

The old man in black robe turned his head again and looked at Mo Hua, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

Although he didn't know what happened, the ghostly movements in the dojo must have been attracted by this kid's consciousness.

"What happened..."

The dark wind surged, bringing with it a huge sense of oppression, gathering above the head, and then stagnated, constantly hovering above.

The old man in black robe didn't know what happened, but Mo Hua could see it.

In his field of vision, countless ghosts and ghosts were gathered around him like a tide, attracted by the smoke of his golden consciousness.

This golden divine thought makes them long for it, but also makes them fear it.

This desire made them roar and tremble.

But this fear also makes them frightened and hesitate to move forward.

It seemed like a "gift" from the gods, with supreme honor. They wanted to eat it, but no one really dared to eat it.

The evil spirits gathered more and more, lingering around the golden spirit, overwhelming the sky and the earth, forming a terrifying evil hurricane.

This dense evil spirit crowded and trampled each other, even causing the space to become somewhat distorted.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on the forehead of the old man in black robe.

The rest of the people were equally outrageous and did not dare to speak out.

The lamp above Mo Hua's head was still burning, and the golden divine thoughts were still rising, becoming stronger bit by bit.

Finally, one evil spirit couldn't bear it any longer.

Its greed outweighed its fear, and the first sip it took came from the divine thoughts of the "demigod" Mo Hua.

The indescribable sweetness and mellowness instantly filled its entire body.

Its body even began to undergo changes, with traces of light golden lines appearing.

It screamed desperately, its ferocious and ugly face showing an expression of extreme joy.

It wanted to take a second breath, but in the next moment, it was torn apart by other wandering souls.

Like a fat lamb that fell into a pack of hungry wolves, its body of evil thoughts was torn to pieces by countless evil spirits and ghosts around it, and then devoured one by one.

Greed tore a hole open, and the aroma of divine thoughts wafted out.

More ghosts tasted this sweetness that penetrated deeply into the bones of their souls.

They're completely crazy.

More and more wandering souls began to become bolder and devour the golden consciousness of the ink paintings.

But as long as you take a bite, the next moment, they will be torn into pieces by more ghosts and wandering spirits, and they will be devoured completely.

The spiritual thought in ink painting is both a "tonic" and a "plague".

Eating ghostly things can provide you with a lot of nourishment, but after eating them, you will incur the disaster of death and be buried in the mouths of other sneaky people.

Ghosts all over the sky, surrounding this ray of golden consciousness, are constantly fighting and roaring, with gloomy winds gusting, and ghosts crying and wolves howling.

And in the distance, some more terrifying breaths are coming.

It seemed that some powerful ghosts were also attracted by this ray of spiritual consciousness.

The black-robed old man's pupils trembled sharply, and he shouted hoarsely: "Run!"

There are too many ghosts.

If you don't run, everyone will die!

Even if they are golden elixirs and top-level late-stage golden elixir cultivators, they will surely die in the hands of these invisible and unknowable ghosts.

Invaded, polluted, devoured, alienated and died by them!

Everyone did not dare to neglect, activated their body skills, and began to rush forward.

In this way, the mist lamp showed its flaws, and some stranger's breath came out.

Many ghosts were suddenly startled, and their faces were ferocious, turning into strands of sinister wind and attacking everyone.

The old man in black robe suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then without thinking, he took out a monster skull and threw it into the sky.

The skull exploded and turned into a pool of blood mist.

These ghosts were attracted by the blood mist and were stopped for a moment.

"Maoshan Talisman!"

The old man in black robe said immediately.

Mr. Xuan understood, turned to look into Mr. Hui's eyes, and ordered in a strange tone:

"Use the talisman!"

Second Master Hui nodded dully, took out a bunch of Maoshan jade talismans from the storage bag, regardless of whether they were real or fake, and then detonated them all one after another.

He was possessed by a Taoist demon and his mind was muddled, so he used jade talismans from different categories without any discrimination.

Most jade talismans have no effect at all.

But there was a small part that, after exploding, produced a golden tiger shadow, mixed with mysterious seal characters, which indeed thwarted these sneaky moments.

Taking advantage of this gap, the old man in black robe spit out another mouthful of blood essence and sprayed it on the mist cup. Using his own blood energy, he pushed the treasure's function to the extreme, forming a thicker mist that enveloped everyone.

The ghost was temporarily disoriented.

But after a moment of confusion, the next moment, they still rushed towards everyone, and this time the attack was even more crazy. There was even the aura of a powerful ghost coming from a distance.

It seemed that the evil ghost was also targeting everyone.

The old man in black robe was shocked and understood immediately.

"Kill the lights out!"

Generally, when a cultivator lights a human lamp, he will sacrifice a part of his spiritual consciousness for the ghosts to enjoy, which is considered a "toll".

But Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is too precious.

This is equivalent to exposing gold, silver and jewelry when going out.

It is a crime to possess a treasure. This is not a "toll", but a "life fee".

Young Master Xuan immediately took off Mo Hua's golden hoop and dared not let Mo Hua light the "human lamp" again.

The golden smoke of divine consciousness disappeared.

The vengeful ghosts and evil spirits in the sky were startled, and indeed they quieted down, but in a moment, followed by strong anger and roars.

The "fat meat" with the breath of gods that was in their mouths flew away.

Countless vengeful ghosts and ghosts were furious.

They began to go crazy, twisted, and mutated. They began to fight each other, flying all over the sky, biting everything indiscriminately.

"These ghosts...are all crazy?"

The old man in black robe took a breath of cold air, and then did not dare to slack off, and used all his strength to drive the mist lamp to cover everyone's running forward.

But it was too late after all.

Some wronged souls and evil spirits had broken through the mist and began to bite everyone.

Hui Erye and Shitou were the most eroded by ghosts.

The rest of the people were also more or less stained with the smell of ghosts.

The only exception was Mo Hua.

Whether it was wronged souls or evil spirits, when they rushed in front of Mo Hua, it was like they had met something terrible and dared not move at all.

Therefore, in the chaos of ghosts, Mo Hua was the safest.

These were all changes at the level of evil spirits, and Mo Hua could see them clearly, but others could not.

The old man in black robe and his companions just felt gloomy, and the surroundings were cold to the bone, and there was a huge pressure coming.

But they didn't know that the evil ghosts had actually bitten them and pulled some "meat" from them.

If this continues, no matter they are the leaders of the Demon Sect or have reached the Golden Core level, they will all die in this dojo.

But fortunately, they are not far from the edge of the dojo.

This is their chance of survival.

After an incense stick of time, everyone walked out of the golden dojo, away from the thousands of bronze men and countless resentful ghosts behind them.

The black-robed old man felt like he had survived a disaster.

This was a feeling he had not experienced in many years.

Behind him, a strong evil aura was like a dark cloud urging the city.

Obviously, the riot has not stopped yet, and the stirred ghosts are like a violent storm, sweeping across the dojo, making people feel terrified.

The black-robed old man slowly turned his head and looked at Mo Hua on the side, with an extremely absurd feeling in his heart.

"Who is this kid...?"

"Why, his consciousness can cause such a large-scale evil riot..."

"Is his consciousness the 'immortal flesh'? Why is it so tempting?"

The black-robed old man was shocked and a little unbelievable for a moment.

But Mo Hua stood there like a wooden man, without any reaction, and even his eyes began to dim gradually, as if the source of his consciousness was depleted because of the light.

"What a pity..."

Seeing this, the black-robed old man sighed slightly and said silently in his heart, "His consciousness is gifted. If it weren't for the demon planted by the heart of Tao, he would definitely be a good seedling for a 'great witch'..."

"What a pity, it's all wasted..."

The black-robed old man shook his head, and then gathered his thoughts and said to everyone: "This is not a place to stay for a long time, leave early."

Mr. Xuan nodded.

It's really not pleasant to be haunted by ghosts and feel like a thorn in the back.

Everyone started to set off again, following the golden steps that looked like dragon scales, step by step, towards the most magnificent temple at the top.

And they passed the Lonely Mountain Dojo and the vast ghosts.

The deepest, most magnificent, most golden and splendid temple of the gods, which was located on the top of the platform, was slowly revealed to everyone...

...

At the same time, outside the temple.

Shen Shouxing, Xun Ziyou, the elders of the Shen family, Master Gu, Fan Jin and others were working together to attack the gate of the temple.

They wanted to break the gate and rescue Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng.

As time went on, the longer they stayed in the temple, the more dangerous the situation of Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng would be, and the slimmer the possibility of survival would be.

Mo Hua was fine.

Xun Ziyou held the jade pendant in his hand, at least knowing that Mo Hua's life was safe for the time being.

But Shen Qingsheng was different.

Everyone, including Shen Shouxing, knew that his son was, after all, a spoiled waste. Without the protection of his family, he could not do anything. He was arrogant and looked down on everyone.

Now he was in the hands of several ruthless and cunning Jindan Great Demon Cultivators. If he was not rescued, he would basically die.

Therefore, Shen Shouxing was more anxious than anyone else.

At the same time, a voice always rang out in his heart uncontrollably:

"This is your only son. If he dies, you will have no descendants..."

The four words "no descendants" made Shen Shouxing feel inexplicably terrified.

Therefore, he spared no effort, and used all kinds of sword energy and magic weapons to blast open the door of the temple.

But no matter how hard he tried, the door of the temple did not move at all.

Xun Ziyou also frowned.

He himself did not say that Shen Shouxing was the powerful elder of the Shen family, at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, and only one step away from the Yuhua Realm. With his cultivation skills, he could not even blast open the door...

This temple is definitely extraordinary...

"Mo Hua..."

Xun Ziyou frowned slightly.

You may not believe it, but this "bodyguard" of his may be more worried about Mo Hua's safety than Mo Hua himself.

Xun Ziyou touched the Void Sword Order in his sleeve again, his eyes solemn.

He has been holding this sword order in his sleeve, not daring to neglect it at all. Whenever Mo Hua's jade pendant shows signs of turning black, he must immediately crush it and notify Mr. Xun.

But from the current situation, even if Mr. Xun is notified, it may not be possible to break the door of the temple for a while.

And the crisis of life and death is often only a moment. If it is slightly obstructed for a moment, it may be too late to save it.

"What should I do..."

Xun Ziyou's heart gradually became anxious.

Not only Xun Ziyou, but also Fan Jin and Master Gu looked worried.

Mo Hua is the benefactor of Gushan Refining Equipment Shop, and Master Gu doesn't want Mo Hua to be in trouble.

Mo Hua is the "thigh" that Fan Jin finally climbed up, and Fan Jin naturally doesn't want this thigh to be gone.

Moreover, he was the governor of Gushan City. If Mo Hua got into trouble in Gushan, he would be implicated to some extent.

But it was useless for them to be anxious. No matter what means they used, the golden gate of the temple was still unbreakable.

It was as if this was a forbidden place for the gods, and no mortals were allowed to approach.

Time passed by little by little, and everyone's hearts were getting colder little by little.

I don't know how long it took, just when a ray of despair began to emerge in everyone's hearts, a bloody light flashed.

The gate of the temple suddenly trembled, and then it slowly opened in front of everyone.

Everyone was a little incredible for a while.

"It's opened..."

"Is it finally broken?"

"But... how did it open?" Master Gu was a little puzzled. They didn't have any signs of breaking the formation or the mechanism.

Xun Ziyou frowned, and he didn't understand it very well.

"Mo Hua is inside, no matter what, we have to go in and take a look." Xun Ziyou said.

Master Gu nodded.

On the other side, Shen Shouxing looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, his eyes flashed, revealing a hint of ruthlessness, and then he walked into the gate of the temple.

Shen's Jindan followed closely behind.

Xun Ziyou and the others did not hesitate and walked into the temple.

After everyone entered the temple, there was a dead silence for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and a pale demon with a dead white complexion and deformed facial features, like a human skin peeled off, slowly walked out.

It stared at the gate of the temple, and then the corners of its mouth cracked, revealing a bloody smile, and then slowly walked into the temple.

The pale and deformed figure disappeared in the door.

After he left, a flash of blood flashed, and the gate of the temple slowly closed, locking everyone inside.

...

Deep in the temple.

After walking for a while, the black-robed old man and his group finally arrived at the final hall.

The hall is very large, with high steps and a dazzling golden color all over.

On both sides of the hall, there are rows of huge statues.

These statues are all human-shaped, but unlike the kneeling bronze man in front of the dojo, these bronze sculptures are all tall and sturdy with majestic faces, either riding dragon horses, sitting on dragon chairs, or holding dragon swords, looking down on one side.

These bronze sculptures are condescending, as if accepting the kneeling worship of thousands of miners who are slaves in the dojo.

"Dragon? These people... are the royal family of the Great Wilderness?"

Mo Hua guessed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he was still dumb, not daring to show any sound.

When the leader of the Demon Sect saw these majestic and huge statues with "dragon patterns", he trembled all over and his emotions fluctuated significantly.

"Finally... I've come here..."

The old man in black robe also sighed in an old voice, "The luck of my Great Wilderness has finally turned around, the third prince..."

The old man in black robe looked at the leader of the Demon Sect.

The leader of the Demon Sect nodded, and then took a big step towards the main door of the hall.

The main door of the hall was closed, and there was a huge dragon head in front of the door, which suppressed the entire door and also closed the deepest temple.

There were many chains on the dragon head, spreading outward, and finally tied to the statues of each royal family of the Great Wilderness.

These royal statues also guarded the final door of the temple with amazing power.

The leader of the Demon Sect cut his palm, and then stretched his arm into the mouth of the dragon head in front of the door.

The blood dripped down bit by bit and fed the dragon.

As if tasting the blood of the royal family, the dragon head trembled, and his eyes slowly lit up, staring at the leader of the Demon Sect with terrible majesty.

At the same time, the statues of the royal family around him seemed to come alive, revealing murderous aura.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked determined, knelt down slowly, and said in a heavy and deep voice, like a dragon's roar, word by word:

"Junior, Shen Tu Ao, the third son of the Great Wilderness Royal Family, pays homage to the ancestors."

"The royal family is now in decline and lonely."

"The Dao Court is unrighteous, and the bloodline of the clan is cut off."

"Ao, I beg the ancestors to suppress the dragon energy, open the imperial mausoleum, and grant me the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein, defy the heavens, change my fate, revive the imperial cause, rule over the three thousand mountains, and unify the Great Wilderness!"

...

Mo Hua's heart trembled when he heard this.

"This leader of the Demon Sect is actually called 'Shen Tu Ao'. Shen Tu... is the royal family of the Great Wilderness?"

"Rule over the three thousand mountains, unify the Great Wilderness, and revive the imperial cause... What is this Shen Tu Ao planning?"

"Is he... thinking of rebelling?"

"Also, what is the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein...?"

"With this thing, he can rebel?"

The more Mo Hua listened, the more shocked he became. If he hadn't been proficient in the way of divine thoughts, had a deep mind, had extraordinary concentration, and was used to "acting" to deceive people, he would have been shocked and exposed on his face.

Rebellion?

Unify the Great Wilderness, revive the throne, and rebel against the Dao Court?

This Shen Tu Ao is really bold and ambitious.

Mo Hua never expected that this trip to the tombs of Gushan would actually dig up such a shocking secret.

This was far beyond his expectations. He couldn't have thought of it even if he had broken his head before...

And when the leader of the Demon Sect, Shen Tu Ao, who was the third prince of the Great Wilderness, finished speaking these words.

The entire temple hall was slightly shaken.

It seemed that his blood, his ambition, and his ambition awakened the ancestors and ancestors of the Great Wilderness clan who had been sealed in the depths of the underground palace and had been sinking for who knows how many years.

A series of low dragon roars sounded, intertwined together.

The ancestors of the Great Wilderness seemed to be responding to Shen Tu'ao's ambition.

They passed their remaining dragon energy to the gate through the dragon binding rope, and subdued the ferocious dragon head.

A rebellious dragon roar sounded.

The gate of the Great Wilderness Imperial Mausoleum slowly opened, and a fierce dragon energy came from the depths...