Asking about longevity

The rain is about to come in Taixumen Mountain, the small fishing village devotes itself to worshiping, and the little whitebait steals the incense.

Mo Hua doesn’t know anything about these things.

The affairs of the River God have been dealt with, and we can feel at ease for the time being.

He was in the sect, practicing happily every day, taking classes and drawing formations, and waiting with great anticipation for the "takeaway".

And six days later, he stole the power of the evil god and ordered the "takeout" that was finally here.

This, no, this "wave" of takeout will probably be "delivered" to Yu'er's dream at midnight tonight.

This time was also specially chosen by Mo Hua.

It's safe, secretive, and unobtrusive, and there's a Taoist monument to back you up, which gives you more confidence in ink painting.

But before that, ink painting still needs some preparations.

These preparations are mainly for Yu'er.

This time he ordered a lot of evil spirits.

Mo Hua himself didn't care. The river god and the evil god all died in his hands, and were "swallowed alive" by his owl's head with lightning, let alone these lower-level monsters.

But Yu'er was different. He was just a child after all, and he didn't have the means to kill with his spiritual thoughts or protect himself with his spiritual thoughts.

If he misses, it won't matter if his mind is hurt a little, but if the evil spirits are rampant and hurt Yu'er, then he will feel guilty.

Therefore, it is necessary to prepare thoroughly in advance.

In addition, the ink painting also drew several Shinto formations to suppress evil spirits and protect Yu'er.

Dusk is falling and midnight is approaching.

Mo Hua came to Yu'er's room, placed the Shinto formation around the bed, and surrounded Yu'er.

Yu'er's eyes were bright and clear, with a curious look on her face. She pointed at the formation and asked:

"Brother Mo, what is this?"

Mo Hua touched Yu'er's little head and said, "This is used to ward off evil spirits and prevent you from having nightmares."

Yu'er smiled and said sweetly: "Thank you, brother."

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile and said warmly: "Go to bed early, I have to get up early to practice tomorrow."

"Uh-huh!"

Yu'er nodded her little head quickly.

After comforting Yu'er, Mo Hua found Wen Renwei again and lowered his voice: "Uncle Wen Ren, there may be danger tonight..."

Wen Renwei's expression condensed.

Mo Hua said with a serious face: "Tonight I always feel a little... uneasy. It seems that there will be an invasion of external evil spirits. Once the time passes, Yu'er may have nightmares..."

Wen Renwei didn't cultivate his mind, so although he couldn't see the monsters, he had been with Mo Hua for a long time, and had seen Mo Hua keeping vigil for Yu'er. He had sensed the gloomy evil atmosphere in the room, and knew that there must be some secrets in it that ordinary people didn't know. , I also have some vague concepts about the so-called "external evil" in ink paintings.

There is too much monastic knowledge in this world, and there are also too many unknown secrets.

Even if he is a golden elixir, he cannot say that he knows all the myriad ways of cultivation.

There are always some forbidden areas in the world that few monks set foot on.

And the monks who can set foot in these forbidden areas, regardless of their spiritual roots and origins, are all people with extraordinary abilities.

In Wen Renwei's heart, although Young Master Mo is young and has low cultivation level, he is indeed such a "capable person"...

Wen Renwei looked solemn and a little puzzled, frowning and saying:

"Master Yu'er...hasn't been troubled by nightmares for a long time. Why did an 'external evil' suddenly invade again tonight?"

I brought it on...

Mo Hua couldn't say this kind of thing...

Mo Hua blinked and sighed: "Since it is an external evil, its behavior must be evil and full of tricks. Who can know..."

Wen Renwei nodded when he heard this, and felt that it was right. Then his eyes revealed a trace of worry and he begged:

"That little Mr. Mo..."

Mo Hua immediately patted his chest and promised:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!"

Whenever these monsters come, they will be like sheep in the tiger's mouth, and none of them can escape.

Mo Hua added: "But there are some things I want to tell you in advance..."

Mo Hua told Wen Renwei some "taboos" and emergency measures.

For example, if you become more evil, have evil intentions, go crazy, become stupid, or are attacked by evil spirits, how should you deal with it...

This was the first time Wen Renwei heard this.

Although I don’t quite understand the secrets inside, I feel that this seems to be a very complex and profound inheritance, and I respect ink painting even more...

After that, Yu'er fell asleep as usual.

He was young and simple-minded, and knew nothing about these things. He only felt at ease when staying by Mo Hua's side, so he quickly fell asleep.

Mo Hua stayed by Yu'er's side, meditating.

The Wenren Guards were standing outside, on full alert, wary of what might happen inside.

I don’t know how long it took, but the time has come.

In just a moment, the chill in the room became severe, and a gloomy and depressing feeling enveloped my heart.

Wen Renwei's expression changed and he looked around, but couldn't see anything.

But he could clearly feel that something was slowly growing around the house.

It seems that one after another, invisible and unknowable evil things are crawling out of the void...

And the feeling this time was much stronger than before.

It seems that there are many more evil spirits invading Master Yu'er's nightmare than before, and they are extremely powerful...

Wen Renwei took a slight breath of air.

He really wanted to go into the inner room to take a look, but he remembered Mo Hua's advice, "No accident, don't come in, so as not to be contaminated by evil spirits..." Then he gave up this idea and just stayed outside.

But Wen Renwei still felt a little anxious.

In the inner room, Mo Hua, who was meditating, also opened his eyes.

His gaze is profound, his eyes are clear in black and white, and his eyes are mysterious and contain the universe.

The black of calculation, the white of calculation, and the golden of god are all intertwined and blended into one in his eyes.

All the evil spirits and evil spirits in the room have nowhere to hide.

The texture of heaven emerges, half filthy, half bloody, black and red intertwined, like chains of sin, emerging from the void.

These textures, when first seen, look like chains.

Looking at it now, it looks more like tree branches containing evil laws.

The tree of divine power!

Moreover, the causal texture this time is clearer and more real, and it is obvious that the powers of the gods involved are more respected than before.

Therefore, the demons summoned are also more powerful.

The tree of divine power of cause and effect, which is beyond the spiritual understanding of ordinary monks, spreads its branches and leaves little by little in the house, and gradually spreads.

Then on the branches, the black water condensed, and "fruited" without flowers.

Groups of black water, like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, condensed into embryos of evil spirits, like hearts, constantly trembling.

Afterwards, the embryo burst open, and out of it hatched out one after another, a mixture of human hands, cow hooves and horse faces, deformed and horrifying monsters.

The evil spirits hatched are getting stronger and stronger.

They were densely packed, with twisted limbs and heads hanging upside down on the roof. They were drooling with foul saliva and stared at Yu'er with scarlet eyes.

Yu'er felt a little uneasy, frowned her little eyebrows, and murmured in her sleep.

The ink painting spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and a layer of faint light shone, protecting Yu'er in the middle, blocking out the gloomy atmosphere and cold evil spirits.

The way to enter the dream is sealed by the Shinto formation.

The demon's path is blocked.

They roared angrily, their eyes suddenly became ferocious, their auras were violent, and then they all turned their attention to the ink paintings that ruined their good deeds.

The evil tree has arrived.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at the ink painting.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm, with a shallow, provocative smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"You evil beasts, come and eat me..."

The tree of divine power trembled, and the demons were furious. Then they bared their teeth and claws, turning into thick black and red evil smoke, rushing towards the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink.

…

at the same time.

At the border of Qianxue Prefecture, there is a majestic and majestic sect with starry palaces, like a white jade capital in the sky.

Mr. Tu, who was wearing human skin and looking elegant, was meditating and taking a nap when he suddenly woke up.

He looked horrified, "Who... used the authority of the Lord of God?!"

"How can this be?!"

Mr. Tu’s eyes were full of disbelief.

And the Taixu Gate is the forbidden area in the back mountain.

At the moment when many evil spirits appeared, the long-bearded old man sitting in the sword tomb, blocked by numerous formations, suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"evildoer……"

No……

The old man with a long beard opened his eyes suddenly, with anger, and his teeth were cold, "Evil... God?!"

The Tree of Divine Power, which is clearer, more powerful, more evil, and closer to its origin than before, has descended on Taixu Sect!

Before the evil spirit attacked, he slashed with his sword and chopped out an evil spirit. After suffering a hidden loss, he paid attention to it.

After that, the evil spirits calmed down for a period of time. Occasionally, there were some ghosts and ghosts, but he just watched silently and did not take action again.

But he didn't expect that today he could feel the aura of the Evil God's Tree of Evil Power in the mountain gate of Taixu Sect!

This is the evil god, commanding the demons in a majestic place to invade the Taixu Sect.

This is really unreasonable!

Haoran Qianzhou is in such a state of decline!

The majestic Taixu Sect, the art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, has only been banned for hundreds of years, but there is already an evil god, dare to show up like this, openly invade our mountain gate? !

The eyes of the old man with a long beard contained sword intent and a murderous aura. The swords in the sword tombs all over the mountain trembled slightly, and the sword aura reached the sky.

"Even if your longevity is damaged and your foundation is not solid, I will kill you, the tree of evil power, today..."

The long-bearded old man's sword intent was halfway up, then suddenly stopped.

He was stunned for a moment.

Because the evil breath has disappeared.

In just a moment, everything disappeared, as if it had never existed...

The long-bearded old man slowly put down the broken sword in his hand, but before he could put it down completely, the tree of divine power spread again, and the evil aura arrived again.

The old man was about to get angry, but all the evil spirits disappeared again.

It was as if there was an abyss in the Taixu Gate, swallowing up all the evil spirits...

The long-bearded old man sat silently for a long time, with a trace of shock, confusion, and a hint of disbelief flashing through his sharp eyes.

"What kind of thing is raised in my Taixu Sect..."

…

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his small mouth wide and sucked in all the demons that had just been killed and then refined into white smoke.

Mo Hua smacked his lips, feeling a little unfinished.

This is already the second round.

After eating two rounds, Mo Hua could clearly feel that his consciousness had taken another step towards the realm of seventeen lines.

"Not even close!"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he was very happy.

Soon, it was the next round.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, evil spirits gathered and black water filled the air. From the evil thoughts, two demons with horns on their heads and dark bodies hatched.

These are two ram's horns worshiped.

The status of the ram's horn cult among the demons under the evil god is obviously a higher level.

Their attitudes were also more arrogant, and they sneered as soon as they appeared.

But before they could say anything, Mo Hua grabbed the sheep by the horns and pinned it to the ground. With a flash of golden light, he raised his sword and chopped off the sheep's head.

The two ram's horns are worshiped, and they don't even know how they died until they die.

After cutting off the sheep's head, Mo Hua used his spiritual thoughts to turn it into a sword. After chopping for a long time, he split the sheep's bones. Then he simply used Tribulation Thunder to detoxify the sheep, and then sucked out all the pale gold marrow inside.

Just like that, I ate two sheep heads simply.

It's a pity that now, the rank of Yangjiao is a bit low, and there is not much essence in it. I smacked my lips when I smashed the ink painting, and it felt like it was gone before I could taste it.

Apart from that, there are not many evil thoughts.

Mo Hua could only continue to wait for the next "dish".

After a while, the foul smell was strong, and a fat, huge, ferocious pig's head with fangs exposed emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as the pig-headed demon appeared, he roared fiercely.

Before he finished shouting, Mo Hua jumped on the pig's head, clenched his hands into fists, and beat it suddenly.

This beating, carrying the power of the gods, directly hit the pig-headed demon's forehead to crack.

The ferocious roar of the pig-headed demon turned into a cry of fear.

The ink painting "哐哐" hit it a few more times, directly beating a huge pig-headed demon until it was twisted, deformed, torn into pieces, and finally turned into a pool of black blood.

The ink painting manifested from the fire formation, burned the black water, extracted pure spiritual thoughts, and ate a huge pig-headed demon.

However, time is limited and there is no time to refine it.

After a while, there was suddenly a pink color filling the air, a faint sound, and a sweet fragrance.

They are all covered by light gauze, with slender waists and graceful shadows. They look at the ink paintings with spring water in their eyes, and their smiles are indescribable charm and sentimentality.

Occasionally, a woman takes off her clothes, and in an instant she is exposed to the gorgeous spring scenery.

Mo Hua's face was slightly red.

But in the blink of an eye, the young senior sister's cold and ethereal look, as if she was angry or sullen, but also like her watery eyes, flashed across Mo Hua's mind.

Mo Hua was startled and immediately came back to his senses.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked around to see his true face, his expression turned cold.

"Red and pink withered bones, rotten skin and rotten flesh, evil foxes and evil beasts, they disturb my Taoist heart!"

Mo Hua snorted coldly, holding his small hands empty, and the magnificent Lishan Cremation Formation rose from the ground, and then the mountain behind was like a prison, and the sea of ​​fire was raging.

The beauties in pink screamed when they were burned by the sea of ​​fire.

They lost their charm that charmed all living beings, and their expressions were distorted. They tore off their beautiful skins one by one, revealing their ugly true colors.

Or withered bones in the grave, eyes empty.

Or rotten skin and rotten flesh, with maggots growing on the skin.

Or maybe he has a human body and a fox face, and becomes a monster.

Mo Hua was merciless and went on a killing spree, using Lihuo Formation to kill all the red powder and demons inside, and then devour them all.

The ghostly fox monsters were suppressed and killed.

Afterwards, the black smoke suddenly became thicker, the evil spirit became bitter, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing, with the faint sound of war horses neighing.

Mo Hua's heart was slightly shuddered when he saw a burly demon warrior with a white bone armor, a bloody halberd and two goat horns coming out of the black mist. He looked very powerful at first glance.

Ram-horned warrior!

And it's the only "hard dish" on the menu.

It is estimated that even for an evil god, it would take a lot of effort to create such a powerful evil spirit.

Mo Hua looked at the tall and majestic demon warrior general with terrifying majesty all over his body. The desire to fight emerged in his heart, and he was a little eager to try.

The crimson pupils of the Yangjiao general glanced at the ink painting.

Although the incarnation of Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts looks like a "little one", he still feels a huge threat after being on the battlefield and killing countless monsters and demons.

The demon mount roared.

Mo Hua clenched his little hand, and the golden light condensed into a small sword. He also rushed forward and fought with the general.

For a time, evil spirits overflowed and golden light spread.

Swords and halberds intertwined, and spiritual thoughts vibrated.

The Ram Horned Warlord is a demon specially refined for killing, and is very powerful, but unfortunately it faces Mo Hua.

No matter how powerful the monster is, it is still just a monster.

The ink painting is almost like a young god.

Moreover, he is a "god" who is proficient in formations and has learned how to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords.

Within ten rounds, the powerful ram-horned demon warrior was killed by Mo Hua using his spiritual thoughts as a sword.

"What a good opponent!"

"What a hearty battle!"

Mo Hua, who was not too tired, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead as a show of respect, and then chopped off the head of the ram-horned general as usual.

Another sheep head.

Still a big head.

Mo Hua used a golden sword to chisel for a long time before carving out a small hole in the sheep's head, then killed the poison, sucked the marrow, and swallowed up a lot of evil thoughts.

I ate too much this time and was already a little full.

The bottleneck of Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is also about to break.

But Mo Hua still suppressed the realm for a while, waiting for things to end here, "eating" on the flowing water mat, then slowly digesting it, and peacefully breaking through the realm for spiritual consciousness.

Then there were demons coming one after another, carrying thick black mist.

They have all kinds of strange appearances, deep evil thoughts, and their methods may be treacherous, sinister, vicious, or ferocious...

But all of them are no match for Mo Hua.

Even if there are thousands of evil spirits, Mo Hua will cut them all with one sword and swallow them with one mouthful.

Kill first, eat later!

Like a little evil god transformed into a glutton...

Outside the sea of ​​consciousness, Wen Renwei looked shocked and his mood was ups and downs.

He could sense wave after wave of some evil presence, like a tide, constantly invading.

The gloomy atmosphere in the room also became stronger and stronger, making him, a golden elixir cultivator, feel faintly frightened.

The destination of these tide-like evil spirits is the weak and helpless young master Yu'er.

And ink painting lies between the two.

It is obviously just a thin and small body, but it is like an impregnable and majestic city, blocking all invading monsters and monsters.

If one man is in charge, all evil will not escape.

Wen Renwei's eyes were trembling, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.