Asking about longevity

Strong, gloomy, and ferocious evil thoughts came.

For a moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, colors changed in all directions, and the vision of the consciousness began to distort, deform, and eclipse, as if falling into a gloomy abyss, which was breathtaking.

Under the sweep of such huge evil thoughts, everyone's souls were trembling, and even the golden elixir at its peak could not hold on. One after another, their eyes lost sight, their Yintang turned black, and they slowly fell to the ground.

The ink painting lasted the longest, but only reluctantly.

It was as if there was an evil force of thought that was constantly twisting the space of his sea of ​​consciousness, pulling his consciousness away from himself.

Seeing Elder Xun and the others fall to the ground one by one, Mo Hua finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He gave up resistance and allowed the evil force to incarnate his spiritual thoughts, withdrawing from the sea of ​​consciousness and bringing him into another unknown realm.

The surrounding scene is like the mixed emotions of thousands of people.

Colorful and bizarre.

Full of feelings of separation, coldness, resentment, deformity, etc.

The world twists, breaks, blurs, and then is reconstructed.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found himself in an illusory world of dreams and demons.

There is still a huge temple all around.

This temple was similar to the one he had just seen in this world.

Everywhere is magnificent, with gorgeous pavilions and majestic pavilions, but it is filled with a strong, gloomy, and dark atmosphere of evil thoughts.

Dirty black water, soaked in golden pavilions.

The rotten flesh transformed from evil thoughts hangs on the eaves.

Between the walls, there are deformed and ugly eyes, full of despair, peeping at something.

There are still ghosts in the sky, flying like dark clouds.

Seeing such a scene around him, Mo Hua took a slight breath, then his eyes were slightly sharp, and his mind was turning:

"The body of the second elder was destroyed, the witchcraft was broken, the dragon lock was shattered, and the evil fetus must have awakened——"

"Its evil thoughts are so strong that in just an instant, it floods the temple, distorts the world, and destroys everyone's consciousness.

All absorbed into its dream. "

"The dream demon is the world of evil fetuses. If the evil fetus does not die, the dream demon will not die."

"Everyone is trapped in this nightmare, and the only ending is to be swallowed up by evil fetuses one by one.

Become the nourishment for dream demon——

"In other words, this is a fatal situation——"

"Is this the purpose of that pale, strange human demon?"

"It wants to kill everyone and let everyone die in this nightmare——."

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the temple that was filled with the power of the evil god, sacred and solemn, but also corrupt, dirty and degenerate, his expression gradually became serious.

This is the largest and most realistic evil dream demon he has ever seen so far.

The evil thoughts permeating the dream demon are as strong as reality.

Mo Hua frowned.

“The evil fetus at the peak of the third grade——

Even though he has powerful spiritual consciousness, Taoist spiritual thoughts, and has also practiced Taixu Sect's God-Slaying Sword Style, he still doesn't know how to kill such a terrifying existence.

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment, then sighed slightly.

“Let’s find Elder Xun and Master Gu first—.—

Elder Xun and the others must have been sucked into this evil dream demon, and they don't know where they are now.

Although they are golden elixirs, they do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness or cultivate their spiritual thoughts. Their spiritual thoughts are exposed to such dangerous evil-born dream demons, which is extremely dangerous.

Once in danger, life or death is uncertain.

Elder Xun and the others were involved in this evil fetus incident in order to save themselves.

Both emotionally and rationally, Mo Hua must ensure their safety.

As for the evil fetus at the peak of the third level, just take it one step at a time -

Mo Hua observed Meng, estimated the direction, and began to walk along the steps in front of him, step by step towards the depths of the temple.

Fortunately, the virtual world of spiritual thoughts is built on the real world of matter.

There will be differences between the two, but the overall difference is not big.

Mo Hua has walked the road to the final temple once in this world, and now that he can walk it again, he roughly knows the direction.

The golden steps were stained with black blood.

The ink painting restrained its breath, concealed its spiritual thoughts, and hid its golden essence, just like an ordinary child stepping on these steps and walking up step by step.

There are monsters and ghosts all around, with strange shapes, flying in the sky and escaping from the ground, and dancing wildly.

But no one can see through his miracles.

In this way, Mo Hua kept moving forward until he reached a golden dojo.

The location and layout of this dojo are exactly the same as those outside, but the only difference is that there are no longer bronze figures in the dojo, but the innocent souls bound by the bronze figures, one after another.

These innocent souls were trapped in the bronze figures and worshiped at the temple in the distance.

They are struggling, wailing, and moaning.

The pain and despair in them turned into nutrients and flowed deep into the temple.

He was a slave and exploited during his lifetime.

After death, he became an innocent soul, and his pain and despair were squeezed out of him to support the evil fetus.

This is the logic behind how the temple operates.

This is also the truth about Gushan.

There was a hint of compassion in Mo Hua's eyes.

Suddenly a pitiful scream sounded, and Mo Hua followed the sound, and saw in the distance several lonely wild ghosts that had broken free from the shackles of the bronze men. Their eyes were blood red and their mouths were drooling. They were gnawing and tearing like wild dogs. Biting someone.

This man is a young man with fair face and weak breath. He is Shen Qingsheng.

At this time, Shen Qingsheng was looking panicked, waving the long sword in his hand to drive away the lonely soul biting him.

This long sword is the embryo of his natal magic weapon, which he has kept with him for many years. Therefore, it can also be manifested in dream demons, but its power is not very strong. At least it is very difficult to deal with ordinary ghosts.

"The ghost that broke free from the shackles of the bronze man is biting Shen Qingsheng——.——"

Mo Hua looked around and felt somewhat clear.

Shen Qingsheng is Shen Shouxing's son.

Shen Shouxing was the culprit who killed more than 100,000 casual cultivators in Gushan.

It contains bloody cause and effect,

Therefore, Shen Qingsheng was absorbed into the dream demon and landed near the dojo, which immediately made the ghosts around him angry and crazy.

They desperately broke away from the shackles of the bronze man and demanded their lives from Shen Qingsheng.

I want to eat him alive and make him lose his soul.

Good and evil will be rewarded, and cause and effect are established.

Mo Hua didn't want to worry about it, and wanted to leave just like that, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw evidence. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to save Shen Qingsheng.

He released a trace of coercion and drove away the evil spirits.

And he used his spiritual thoughts to condense the formation patterns and seal these wronged souls into the bronze man again.

The innocent spirit dissipated, but Shen Qingsheng was still in shock. He waved his sword in his hand and shouted:

"Go away, you despicable things, you short-lived poor devils, don't touch me, go away -"

After a while, Shen Qingsheng noticed that the evil spirit had retreated, his face was blank, he didn't know what had happened, but he felt ecstatic in his heart.

"It must be the blessing of the ancestors of the Shen family—"

Shen Qingsheng's face turned pale and he murmured, "There is no room for this damn place————

Just as he was about to run, he turned around and saw another person in front of him.

"Child?"

Shen Qingsheng had a strange look on his face. When he saw his face clearly, his pupils trembled, "Are you————Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua said lightly "Hmm".

"Why are you like this?" Shen Qingsheng couldn't believe it.

"This is a dream, and dreams have no form."

Mo Hua was too lazy to explain so much, so he simply said.

Shen Qingsheng looked at the ink painting with gloomy eyes.

On the surface, Mo Hua is just an ordinary, powerless kid.

Has he regressed?

Should I kill him now?

Shen Qingsheng thought silently in his heart.

There is a lot of grudge between him and Mo Hua, and even the bunch of unlucky things like Gushan, in the final analysis,

It's all caused by ink painting.

If it weren't for Mo Hua, he wouldn't have been able to come to Gushan. Naturally, he wouldn't have been caught by those damn tomb robbers, taken to this tomb to suffer, and suffered all kinds of humiliation and persecution.

The source of all this lies in ink painting.

He wished that Mo Hua died.

"Killing him in the dream, I wonder if he will die directly in reality-"

Shen Qingsheng looked at the "young" ink painting with gloomy eyes.

But he hesitated.

The scene of Mo Hua killing Mr. Pi is still vivid in his mind.

He has never taken any advantage in Mo Hua's hands.

At this time in the dream, although Mo Hua looked weak, there was an elusive calmness about him.

Shen Qingsheng was not sure whether to take action or not.

Mo Hua looked at him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked: "How much do you know about the Shen family?"

"What about the Shen family?"

"Mass graves."

Shen Qingsheng's eyelids twitched, "I only have Zhuji, and I'm in my twenties. How could I possibly know about family affairs..."

Mo Hua nodded.

Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.

He ignored Shen Qingsheng and walked straight towards the dojo where there were bronze figures and innocent souls everywhere.

Shen Qingsheng was surprised: "Where are you going?"

"Depths of the temple."

"Can I get out there?"

"It's possible."

Shen Qingsheng didn't know what was going on, but Mo Hua had always been smart and cunning, and the path he took was, if not a way out, at least a way out.

This place is full of innocent souls who choose people to eat.

Shen Qingsheng didn't want to stay here anymore, so he followed Mo Hua and walked forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and looked back at him, "You want to follow me?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "The road is right here. You can walk on it, but I can't?"

Mo Hua glanced at him silently, nodded and said, "Okay, you can follow me."

He pointed his finger, and the shallow golden light appeared into lines of divine mist formations, part of which was engraved on Shen Qingsheng's body, and part of which was painted on himself.

"This is a formation used to conceal the aura." Mo Hua said, "Don't break it. Once the formation is broken, the aura will leak out and attract ghosts to haunt you. No one can save you."

Shen Qingsheng looked at the golden formation patterns on his body and was shocked:

"This kid named Mo Hua, can he draw formations in his dreams? Fortunately, he didn't do it rashly just now——"

"Okay." Shen Qingsheng nodded.

Mo Hua continued walking deeper into the dojo.

He had searched outside, but there was no trace of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Fan Diansi. So, they should be deeper in the temple.

That is exactly where the evil fetus is.

"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe and sound—.—

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

So Mo Hua walked in front, Shen Qingsheng followed behind him, and the two walked through the Golden Bronze Dojo step by step.

Go deeper into the temple.

Along the way, golden bronze figures are everywhere.

Above the bronze man, there are many souls who have been bound, sealed, and squeezed out of pain and despair, struggling with sorrow on their faces.

They seemed to be vaguely aware of the cause and effect of deep hatred, and they were walking past them.

But because of the divine mist formation in the ink painting, they couldn't sense Shen Qingsheng's aura, so they could only roar like crazy.

The hatred as deep as blood was suppressed.

Amazing anger is brewing.

Shen Qingsheng felt more and more uneasy as he walked. Seeing the ugly figures and the evil souls around him, he couldn't help but curse:

“These things are ugly and cheap. I really don’t know what they are doing standing here—

Mo Hua couldn't help but stop, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qingsheng with cold eyes, "These are all the 'masterpieces' of your Shen family..."

"I don't know what you are talking about - what is the masterpiece of my Shen family?" Shen Qingsheng looked a little uncomfortable.

"Your father just said it himself," Mo Hua said.

Shen Qingsheng asked, "What did my father say?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he remembered that when Shen Shouxing told the scandal about the Shen family, this Shen Qingsheng seemed to have been possessed by a "demon in the Taoist heart" and was so confused that he didn't hear anything.

It seems that he doesn't know what his father did back then.

Mo Hua didn't say anything, but continued to move forward.

Under the protection of the divine mist formation, the two walked for a while, getting closer and closer to the exit of the dojo. The dragon-headed gate of the Great Wilderness Temple was also looming, floating in the distance.

But the yin energy around him became stronger and stronger.

It seems that because Shen Qingsheng is about to leave this dojo safely, these wronged souls secretly sense that their centuries-old grudges and bloody feuds, this bloody cause and effect, will never be resolved, so they all become angry and mad, roaring with hatred.

They are desperate to break free from the shackles of the bronze man, even if their body of thought is torn apart by the bronze man's locks,

Even if their limbs are torn apart, they won't stop.

The entire dojo began to shake, and the resentment of the wronged souls surged like a tidal wave.

Finally, with the sound of breaking.

An innocent soul tore the bronze man into pieces, but it was cut off at the waist, leaving only half of its body. Despite this, it still charged towards Mo Hua and the two men with a ferocious look.

This is the first one, then the second one, then the third one——

The sound of breaking that imprisoned the bronze man came and went one after another.

More and more innocent souls broke free from their restraints and roared together like a tide.

But covered by the ink-painted divine mist array, they could not find the location of their "enemy", so they could only become angry and furious and the black clouds covered the sky and the earth.

Drawn by cause and effect1, among the black clouds, there was an even bigger third-grade ghost with a long tooth and a ferocious face slowly appeared.

The perception of the third-level ghost is much stronger than that of ordinary wronged souls, so it can faintly see the two figures hidden under the divine mist formation.

The fear of life and death shrouded his heart, and Shen Qingsheng was terrified.

"Run!"

Shen Qingsheng said in a trembling voice, and then ran wildly.

Mo Hua followed him.

The innocent souls all over the sky, sensing a slight fluctuation of aura, began to slowly sweep towards them.

But in the end it was too late.

In less than a moment, Shen Qingsheng had already run out of the dojo, stepped onto the steps of the temple, and was out of the range of the innocent soul seeking his life.

Shen Qingchang let out a long sigh of relief, then turned to look at Mo Hua. Upon seeing this, his expression immediately changed and he said in horror:

"Mo Hua, behind!"

As soon as Mo Hua confirmed it, he turned around to look, but before he saw anything, a sword tip pierced through his chest.

A long sword pierced the divine mist formation pattern on his body and penetrated his chest.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Qingsheng.

Shen Qingsheng's facial features were distorted and his face was ferocious, "Go to hell, you little beast!"

Mo Hua looked puzzled, "Why——·

"Why?" Shen Qingsheng smiled, "Why? I have wanted to kill you for a long time. Do you think I am joking with you? What's more, although I don't know what my father told you, I The secret of the Shen family,

You seem to already know, so I can’t keep you—"

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, "Did you know about those things about the Shen family from the beginning?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, "My father kept it secret from me and didn't tell me. He thought I wouldn't be able to find out?"

"Isn't it just murder? How big a deal is it?"

"What's more, the ones being killed are those lowly mining repairmen. What's the big deal?"

"Can the life of a servant be life?"

Mo Hua looked calm and said: "This is all what your father taught you?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "Do you still need to be taught this kind of thing?"

"Who am I? I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, and I was born to be a master!"

"Since people are superior to others, they must have the consciousness that people are superior to others."

"Those despicable people only want to be humble to me. Even if they treat me as the dogs of the Shen family, they still want to see my face."

"My father worked so hard to let me live a life like this, isn't it?"

"What's ridiculous is that my father killed so many people and had bloody hands before he could reach the position of a powerful elder." Instead, he told me every day that he should follow the right path, practice diligently, be kind to others, and sympathize with the weak. "

Shen Qingsheng suddenly sneered, "I don't even know what he is teaching me. Don't you think it's ridiculous when he says these sanctimonious words?"

"Those lowly casual cultivators have lived in poverty all their lives. What's there to sympathize with?"

Mo Hua looked indifferent, "The prosperity of your Shen family and your fine clothing and food are all based on their poverty."

Shen Qingsheng was stunned for a moment, then sneered:

"Then blame them for their lack of ability. No matter whether they are poor or miserable, it is their fate and they deserve it.

What does it have to do with my Shen family? "

As soon as these words came out, the ghosts gathered in the dojo and screamed.

The huge ghost also appeared.

Mo Hua's chest was penetrated by a long sword.

Shen Qingsheng smoothly pushed the ink painting into the dojo, into the center where the ghosts of injustice were raging and the evil energy was dense.

“Since you care about these poor ghosts who died in Gushan, then use yourself to feed them————

Shen Qingsheng said with a cruel smile.

The divine mist array drawn by Mo was broken, his aura was exposed, and his chest was penetrated by a long sword, making him unable to escape.

The thin body was chased by thousands of vicious ghosts, and the huge and terrifying ghosts that surrounded him bit by bit also came behind Mo Hua and opened their bloody mouths.

The smile on Shen Qingsheng's face became more and more proud.

But in just a moment, the smile on his face gradually cooled down, and was replaced by unbelievable panic.

In his eyes, the ferocious ghosts of injustice filled the sky, roaring around the ink painting, like a monstrous tsunami, almost ready to swallow everything.

But none of them dared to really get close to the ink painting.

Even after the huge fierce ghost opened its bloody mouth to Mo Hua, he didn't know if he noticed something. There was fear in his ugly eyes, and he backed away little by little.

Ghosts and monsters danced wildly, covering the sky and the earth.

That small figure stood naturally, impervious to all ghosts.

It's like a little king of hell suppressing the underworld.

A huge chill spread from the bottom of his heart little by little. Shen Qingsheng's pupils slowly dilated and he struggled to turn around and run away.

But a golden light flashed.

A golden sword shot through the air, pierced Shen Qingsheng's thigh, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng struggled a few times, and the more he struggled, the more painful it became, so he hurriedly turned his head.

With an indifferent expression, Mo Hua pulled out Shen Qingsheng's plotting sword from his chest, pinched it lightly with his fingers, and crushed it into powder.

"Your Taoist heart is rotten——·

Shen Qingsheng looked horrified.

Mo Hua stretched out his white palm and grasped the void.

Light blue water with a hint of blood-colored evil aura emerged, and the suffocating water prison technique condensed, tightly binding Shen Qingsheng, and then dragged it bit by bit towards the dojo, bit by bit towards thousands of innocent souls In the salivating mouth.

"You should pay your father's debt first——"

In the lonely mountain, thousands of innocent souls died tragically in a room, and then they screamed and hissed, the wind blew back, and they were crazy with excitement.