Asking about longevity

Shen Qingsheng was so frightened that he struggled, saying, "No, don't kill me!"

"I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, you can't kill me!"

"You killed me, my father will kill you, and the Shen family will not let you go either--"

Mo Hua suddenly stopped.

Shen Qingsheng was shocked, and then screamed, "It's good that you are scared, hurry up, let me go!"

Mo Hua slowly approached Shen Qingsheng, stretched out his palm, and placed it on Shen Qingsheng's head.

Shen Qingsheng was terrified, and then he felt a warm light, extremely pure mental power, flowing into his body little by little, nourishing his mind, like a blessing from the "God", making him feel stronger than ever before.

Shen Qingsheng was happy in his heart, and then confused, "You---what are you doing?"

Mo Hua said gently, "You are too thin, not enough for them to eat."

"I will fatten you up and make you stronger, so that they can eat more and be fuller. "

Fatten him up?!

Shen Qingsheng was horrified, his eyes almost popped out, and he roared: "Mo Hua! You evil ghost! Are you still human?"

Mo Hua smiled lightly, "I am kind, I want you to have a taste of being eaten, sucked blood, and sucked out of the bones and marrow. This smile was innocent and profound, sacred and weird.

Shen Qingsheng was horrified, and then he realized that he had no idea who this Taixu Sect disciple with a simple face was.

Mo Hua injected his telekinesis into Shen Qingsheng, watching him get "fat" and "strong" little by little, and felt that it was almost done, so he used his telekinesis to condense into a rope, and threw Shen Qingsheng into the sky like flying a kite.

It was like throwing a piece of meat to a group of hungry wolves.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

For a moment, thousands of wronged souls and ghosts shook and surged, pounced on Shen Qingsheng, biting his mind,

sucking his soul.

The Shen family caused their family to be broken up, their flesh and blood to be separated, and they died in the dark underground, enslaved by the evil fetus, and never saw the light of day.

These people wanted to eat the flesh and blood of the Shen family when they were alive.

Now after death, they finally ate the spirits of the Shen family.

They tasted the sweetness of revenge.

What's more, this is Shen Shouxing, the only son.

The resentment that had been accumulated for a long time was finally released, and the cause and effect soaked in blood was also resolved.

The yin and wall energy on the wronged ghosts who devoured Shen Qingsheng's mind were also fading a little bit.

The evil energy of the entire temple was also weakened a bit.

And these enslaved wronged souls are the nutrients of the evil fetus.

Their grievances were resolved.

The oppression brought to Mo Hua by the evil fetus was also reduced a lot.

And in the dark, Mo Hua also felt a trace of gloomy "gratitude", as if he had settled the grudges for these evil ghosts and accumulated some good "cause and effect".

Or is it more like a kind of "merit"?

Mo Hua was slightly pleased.

He didn't know much about merit, nor did he care too much about it.

He followed the way of heaven, relied on the principles of heaven, and didn't forget his original intention. He didn't need to deliberately seek merit.

Mo Hua turned and left.

Shen Qingsheng was like a "kite", hanging in the sky, bitten by thousands of ghosts, sucking his soul and marrow.

He finally experienced the heart-wrenching pain of being squeezed, sucked blood, and sucked marrow by others. He also experienced the long pain and despair like a blunt knife cutting meat.

Only death awaited him.

Shen Qingsheng watched Mo Hua go away and roared angrily:

"Mo Hua!"

"Mo Hua - even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go! !'

Mo Hua, who was halfway there, heard the words and turned his head to look at Shen Qingsheng, smiling calmly: "That's really what I want. "

If you were a human, I would be quite gentle to you.

But if you were a ghost, you would know how terrifying I am———

Shen Qingsheng was swallowed by the wronged ghosts and evil spirits, and the karma was gradually dissipated.

Mo Hua turned and left, continuing to walk deeper into the temple.

After walking for a while, there was a sudden fluctuation of divine thoughts in the distance. Mo Hua followed the movement and walked over, and saw that not far away, Master Gu and Fan Jin, one with a sword and the other with a hammer, were fighting hard with a group of evil ghosts.

They are Jindan cultivators with divine consciousness at the Jindan level.

But they are not formation masters, their divine consciousness lacks tempering, and they do not know the divine consciousness method, so they can only rely on their own divine consciousness foundation and fight with a group of evil ghosts by instinct.

At most, they can manifest their own magic weapon as a weapon,

but in this way, the killing ability is too weak, and there is no fatal damage to the evil ghosts.

Instead, a group of evil ghosts are surrounding them, As long as they find a flaw, they will rush up and take a bite, chewing off a piece of divine consciousness and flesh.

Master Gu and the other two were in great pain. Their divine consciousness was also getting weaker and weaker, and was gradually approaching the limit.

"Damn it————- I won't die here, will I? I will only be a broken Dian Si until I die————." Fan Jin was unwilling and smashed a wandering soul with a sledgehammer.

The wandering soul was smashed, and then twisted a few times, and then recovered as before.

Fan Jin's scalp was numb, "What the hell are these ghosts——"

Master Gu used a long sword to split an evil ghost into two halves, and then saw that the evil ghosts merged together again,

and a trace of despair arose in his heart.

This was the first time that the two of them had personally encountered such a ghost at the divine consciousness level.

This strange existence was beyond ordinary cognition.

And deeper down, there was no telling how many such evil ghosts there were.

Judging from the current situation, not only could they not save Young Master Mo, but they themselves might also be doomed.

"The world of cultivation is really dangerous and unpredictable, with murderous intentions everywhere—"

The evil spirits are still biting and killing me.

The hearts of the two of them were also getting colder a little bit.

Just when they were almost in despair, the evil spirits around them suddenly screamed and turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.

The two masters, Master Gu, looked at each other and didn't know what had happened, and then they felt lucky to have survived the disaster.

But the next moment, both of them were shocked at the same time and suddenly realized something.

The evil spirits are greedy for their flesh and blood and cannot suddenly retreat.

If they recede, it means that these evil spirits have encountered something more terrifying.

Something more terrifying——

Not far away, a vague but powerful aura, mixed with strange pressure, came...

"Coming?!"

Their hands and feet were cold, and their hearts that had just been put down suddenly rose again, and they all turned their heads in horror.

Then they saw a child, smiling and waving to them.

"Master Gu, Fan Diansi, I found you."

Master Gu and Fan Diansi were stunned for a long time, and then they slowly came to their senses, ".—Little Master Mo?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

"Why - why do you look like this?" Fan Diansi stuttered.

Mo Hua sighed slightly, "It's a long story——"

Everyone who met him asked this question over and over again, but he was too lazy to answer.

Can't tell the truth.

There is no way he can say that he will never grow up because of his spiritual changes due to practicing the "Tianyan Jue"...—

Master Gu and Fan Diansi were also very sensible and did not ask any more questions.

"Little Master Mo, do you know where this is -"

Master Gu asked.

He was still confused about the current situation.

Mo Huayan said succinctly: "This is a dream, or more precisely, a nightmare. There is a powerful evil thing sealed in the lonely mountain. This evil thing woke up, so it dragged us all into this nightmare."

Master Gu nodded in understanding.

"What about us now?"

"Let's find Elder Xun first," Mo Hua said.

"Okay." Master Gu and Fan Diansi both nodded.

They have gradually become accustomed to only ink paintings following their lead.

On the outside, although Mo Hua is very capable, at least it's not obvious on the outside.

But in this dream, Mo Hua seemed to have become smaller, but his whole body revealed an incredible and powerful aura, which made Master Gu and Master Gu convinced.

So, Mo Hua took Master Gu and the two of them and continued walking deeper into the temple.

He could faintly sense another wave of fluctuation in the temple. After walking like this for a while, he found Elder Xun Ziyou not far away.

Elder Xun Ziyou's situation is not good either.

What he faced was a huge ghost with deformed limbs, entangled with resentment, and a ferocious appearance.

Such fierce ghosts are simply not something ordinary golden elixirs can deal with.

Xun Ziyou was born in the Taixu Sect and was an elder of swordsmanship. He was proficient in sword intention. Although he did not learn the orthodox Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art, he was still able to fight with these third-grade ghosts by virtue of the pure Taixu Sword Intent that was inherited from the same line. Compete.

But he was clearly at a disadvantage, and the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

The third-level demons bared their teeth and claws, becoming more and more rampant and rampant.

Xun Ziyou gritted his teeth and persisted, but he couldn't hold on for long.

At this moment, Mo Hua and others came over.

Xun Ziyou also saw Mo Hua and the others for the first time. His heart immediately trembled and he said nervously:

"Don't come here, run!"

He was afraid that if he was no match and died in the hands of this evil spirit, Mo Hua and the others would also be doomed.

At this moment, he could only think of a way to hold off this evil spirit and give Mo Hua and the others a chance to escape.

But after Xun Ziyou said this, Mo Hua and the others had not yet moved, but the fierce ghost trembled all over and fell to the ground on all fours.

With its tail between its legs, it ran away as hard as possible.

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a while, not understanding the situation.

He told Mo Hua and the others to run quickly.

But this evil ghost - why is it running? It’s like seeing a “ghost”——·

Mo Hua had already walked over and asked, "Elder Xun, are you okay?"

After a hard battle, Xun Ziyou slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay."

No matter what the reason is, just run away.

He had vaguely guessed that he might have fallen into a dream. Since it was a dream, it was always a little upside down.

Fortunately, it's finally gone.

This is a third-grade golden elixir realm ferocious ghost. If it doesn't leave, the next situation may be unpredictable.

Xun Ziyou then turned his head and stared at the ink painting, looking left and right. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that it was novel.

I felt weird and cute, so I couldn't help but ask:

"Why have you become smaller?

Mo Hua sighed and said helplessly: "This is how it is in dreams."

"How could this happen in the dream?" Xun Ziyou was a little confused.

Mo Hua originally wanted to give a random reason, but he soon realized that Elder Xun was not an ordinary person. He was an elder of Taixu Sect and an old acquaintance. If the news about his inability to grow up with his spiritual mind was reported back to Taixu Sect, he would Then you will lose a lot of face.

"This is a kind of cultivation of mind." Mo Hua said seriously.

"Cultivation of character?" Xun Ziyou frowned.

Mo Hua nodded and said seriously: "A cultivator should never lose his innocent heart. That's why my spiritual thoughts are like this."

"A cultivator should not lose his--the heart of a pure child."

He took a deep look at Mo Hua and nodded.

Mo Hua felt that Elder Xun's reaction was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it for a moment.

After all, we are now in the temple of Xie Fei, so it is not appropriate to stay for a long time.

"Since this is a dream, how can I wake up?" Fan Jin asked.

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, but he had no clue. Although he was an elder of Taixu Sect, he focused on swordsmanship and didn't know much about the various changes in spiritual thoughts.

This is what Xun Zixian is interested in.

Xun Ziyou couldn't help but turn his head and look at Mo Hua.

He knows that in terms of spiritual thoughts, ink painting has good attainments and a knowledge that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said truthfully:

"The root of the nightmare lies deep in this temple. If the root is not solved, everyone will be trapped in this nightmare.

Never wake up. "

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, frowned and said:

"In that case--then let's go to the depths of this temple. Other than that, there seems to be no other way."

But his brows were still very solemn.

The evil ghosts outside are so difficult to deal with, let alone the existence deep in the temple, how terrifying it is. But now, there is no choice.

Xun Zi wanted to set off, but Mo Hua shook his head and said, "You can't go, I'll just go."

Xunzi was enjoying himself.

Master Gu and Fan Jin also looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

Under this situation, Mo Hua did not care about being modest, but said firmly: "If I go in, there is still a chance of survival. If you go in, you will definitely die."

The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water.

Elder Xun Ziyou has always taken good care of himself.

Master Gu and Fan Diansi also helped me a lot.

He didn't want Elder Xun and the others to die gloriously and die in this dream.

If you can't do anything about it, that's fine. Since you have this power, it's even less likely that the people around you will make mistakes.

Those who deserve to be killed must die;

There is no room for error in the people you want to save.

If this is not the case, why should we cultivate the Tao and seek the power to reach the heavens?

Mo Hua's eyes are firm, and his small body exudes strong courage.

Xun Ziyou's heart trembled as he looked at the ink paintings. He was silent for a moment, sighed, and agreed:

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Master Gu and Fan Jin wanted to say something, but when Elder Xun nodded, they could only swallow their words.

Mo Hua nodded. Time was urgent. He no longer explained anything, but turned around and walked towards the deepest part of the temple alone.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something. He turned around, looked at Xunzi and the others, and frowned.

He felt that it was not safe for Elder Xun and the others to stay here, so he concentrated his thoughts and drew some Shinto formations:

"You stay in the formation and don't come out."

Xun Ziyou and the others looked surprised and nodded silently.

Mo Hua then left with peace of mind.

Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua's leaving figure, then lowered his head and looked at the exquisite golden formation on the ground.

He couldn't help but frown.

"What kind of formation is this-"

In the world of dream demons, these formations under the ink canvas are so impregnable that he, the golden elixir elder,

They all feel a little powerless...

Xunzi thought for a moment, his heart suddenly jumped, and he came up with an incredible guess:

Could it be that the fierce ghost just now ran away with his tail between his legs because he saw the ink painting?

No way—he just built the foundation—

Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment and sighed in his heart:

“After all, I underestimated this child—

"It's still the old ancestor, he is far-sighted and has a keen eye for pearls——"

Xun Ziyou raised his head and found that Mo Hua's figure had drifted away and disappeared deep into the temple.

"The ancestors of the Taixu Sect protect you, please be careful and nothing will happen to you——"

The deepest part of the temple.

In front of Mo Hua stood a golden gate.

Above the gate, there are various gorgeous relief carvings.

But now, these reliefs are covered with a layer of evil, soaked in black blood, stained with rotten flesh, and exuding a sinister atmosphere.

Behind the gate is the evil fetus.

A heart-stopping fluctuation came from behind the door.

The expression in the ink painting is slightly revealing.

The divine fetus at the peak of the third level was not in the same dimension as the ordinary evil ones. To be honest, he didn't have much confidence.

But this is the only way out.

If you want to break the dream, you must get rid of this evil fetus.

Fortunately, when he sacrificed Shen Qingsheng before, some causes and effects were resolved and some resentments were resolved, thereby weakening the foundation of the evil fetus to a certain extent.

Without the pain, despair, and the karma of old grudges, the evil fetus will be somewhat weaker.

Although it may not be much weaker, this is the ultimate that ink painting can currently achieve.

The more the weak fight against the strong, the more we must do our best to accumulate every advantage and create victory bit by bit.

Mo Hua took a slow breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door of the temple.

The door was pushed open little by little.

Boundless death energy, bone-chilling cold air, and gloomy evil energy rushed towards his face like a tide.

Mo Hua broke through these evil spirits and stepped into the main hall.

The scenes in the palace came into Mo Hua's eyes one by one.

A magnificent and luxurious but strange and outdated palace.

An open dragon coffin stained with dirty flesh and blood.

Kneeling in front of the dragon coffin, his flesh and blood corroded and turned into nothingness, his body mutated and merged with the dragon bones, the dead second elder.

On the ground, there was another body that had been disemboweled.

It was the elder Xionghei.

But now, his body was torn into pieces, a python was skinned and thrown on the ground, and a bear claw was being bitten by a monster with a deformed back in the middle.

Sensing Mo Hua coming in, the "monster" paused for a moment and slowly turned around.

Mo Hua's pupils trembled.

This is a monster that was hatched from a deformed, chaotic, twisted, mixed with all kinds of flesh and blood.

It was tall, flowing with black blood, and had an out-of-control deformed tumor.

And its face was narrow and gloomy, with black and red eyes, and cold cruelty and pure evil thoughts in its eyes.

This is...? Huang Shanjun!

The true form of the evil fetus is a blackened, corrupted being mixed with the flesh and blood of various demons---Huang Shanjun.