Asking About Longevity Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Spirit Slave

 I am interested in ink painting.

 He looked at it carefully a few more times and confirmed that the white-faced man's fireball technique did have some skills and was different from ordinary fireball techniques.

I want to study more on ink painting.

 Scarface and the white-faced man have already stopped.

This is Black Mountain Stronghold. They have to watch the mountain gate. If anything goes wrong due to a moment of dissatisfaction, they will all die.

After the white-faced man finished speaking, he pointed at the box and said, "Go back and don't make a sound."

The monk did not resist and knelt down as instructed.

Although he looks dull and expressionless now, he may have been a cheerful and kind-hearted young man.

 The white-faced man went straight back to his room after watching the night.

 “You are still alive now, thanks to me!”

The ink painting looks a little strange.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no point in regretting it.

Mo Hua's small eyebrows furrowed.

 The monk's spiritual power began to move backwards, and then came from the white-faced man's palm and gathered in his sea of ​​qi.

In the end, the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light. After a few moves, it was over.

Although the fireball technique is fast and accurate, its power is indeed average.

 In just one cup of tea, the white-faced man was filled with spiritual energy and satisfied, and his dead-white face became more rosy.

If it were an ordinary fireball technique, there was no reason for him to treat it like a treasure, carry it around with him, and take it out from time to time to study.

The white-faced man is just an ordinary evil cultivator. The room he lives in is no different from other evil cultivators. It is quite spacious, but the furnishings are messy and not bloody. There is only a big box in the corner.

That Ling Nu is not that old, he is just sallow and thin, his spiritual energy has been drained, and he looks much older.

Mo Hua raised his head from the bottom of the table, took a sneak peek, and found that the other person was actually the fat monk.

 Hence, all soul-absorbing techniques are regarded as evil and are not tolerated by the Taoist court.

 Sometimes it's ferocious, sometimes it's ecstatic, sometimes it's crazy, sometimes it's mixed with pain and pleasure. After a while, the white-faced man finished practicing and returned to his pale face and weak body, but his cultivation aura had indeed become stronger.

The one who spoke was an old man cooking in the kitchen, and the voice of the other one sounded familiar to Mo Hua.

Now that the contents in the storage bag have been eaten up, I can only make do with some evil cultivator food.

It was a bit dirty inside, with blood everywhere, and the table was filled with various pieces of meat.

The spiritual energy of spiritual stones is pure, while the spiritual power of monks is different.

 I can only steal some wild fruits and pastries to fill my stomach.

Before Mo Hua left, he looked at the wooden box in the corner again. In that wooden box, there was a spirit slave.

Mo Hua was chewing cakes when he was suddenly startled.

Mo Hua thought angrily.

The monk who was regarded as the 'spiritual slave' walked back to the wooden box with a dull expression, and huddled silently in the box without making any sound.

 The fat monk nodded in agreement.

Wild fruits are a bit sour and astringent, and have a bad taste.

 The dining room in Heishanzhai is very large and the location is relatively remote.

It also saves parents from worrying.

 It is better to finish the map as soon as possible, get good news, and then go back early.

 Before he came, he didn't expect to stay in Heishan Village for so long, so he didn't have much food in his storage bag.

 The white-faced man absorbed the spiritual power of the 'Spirit Slave', and then began to meditate and refine it.

He also expected the two of them to fight to the death, so that he could pick up the slack.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart: "If I had known better, I would have told my parents first so that they would not worry."

 The white-faced man ordered: "Come out."

 Now that my cultivation is limited, I can't save him at all.

 This is what Zhang Lan told Mo Hua.

The fat monk killed the thin monk, used the thin monk's head to ask for directions, and entered the Black Mountain Stronghold, but he only did a meal delivery job.

 After staying up all night, the white-faced man looked sleepy. He rested for a while, then got up and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

 The white-faced man was in a happy mood. He took out a book from his storage bag and read it intently.

 After a while, the white-faced man opened his eyes, a trace of irritation flashed in his eyes.

 Pastry is even more difficult to eat.

Mo Hua didn't know what kind of meat these were, so he didn't dare to eat them.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 Fireball!

Sure enough, this white-faced man practices a special fireball technique!

 At this time, there is nothing to choose from.

Mo Hua thought about it and was still very concerned about the white-faced man's fireball technique.

 So even if a fight breaks out, it is only a temporary act and one does not dare to take action.

Although this pastry is not delicious, it can still fill your stomach.

Mo Hua took a bite and almost vomited it out.

If you can learn the secret of fireball from the white-faced man, you can enhance your attack methods without learning other spells.

It is estimated that the poisonous miasma in the mountains is too strong and the water and soil are not good, so it cannot bear any good fruits.

One day Mo Hua felt a little hungry, so he went to the dining room of Heishan Village to find some food.

 The scar-faced man and the white-faced man each said a few harsh words, then sat together and drank bad wine, as if nothing had happened just now.

He actually treats people as spiritual slaves and spiritual stones.

Mo Hua took a sneak peek and his heart skipped a beat.

I wonder if his parents knew that he was trapped in Heishan Village?

 Although it is easier and more convenient to refine the spiritual power of other monks, it will be incompatible with one's own spiritual power, causing evil and deviation, and it is easy to change one's character and become possessed.

 In the next few days, Mo Hua continued to concentrate on drawing maps.

What can he achieve without using spiritual stones? Do you practice air cultivation?

These monks are more like moving 'spiritual stones' than humans.

 He walked straight to the corner and opened the big box in the corner.

 The white-faced man saw the man kneeling in front of him, his eyes showing excitement, and then he pressed his forehead with his palm.

 Just for a moment, both of them had murderous intent in their eyes.

 Thinking of this, Mo Hua sighed.

Hearing this, the monk turned his eyes dully and then walked out.

The monk seemed to be used to being submissive. His expression was dull, neither resisting nor making a sound. He was like a piece of wood, a dead thing, suffering the fate of having his spiritual energy drained.

If you become successful in cultivation in the future, you will definitely kill these evil heretics one by one!

It's just that he carries the secret book of the fireball technique with him, and the ink painting is difficult to steal.

 As Elder Yu said, the monks here are indeed beasts.

Mo Hua looked at it with chills.

Mo Hua paid attention, so after daytime, he started to follow the white-faced man.

 The old man told the fat monk: "Give this meal to the young master, don't let him starve to death."

Mo Hua lay on the beam and looked sideways. He saw that the box contained a living monk!

The monk was sallow and thin, and he hid in the box timidly, not daring to make a sound.

The white-faced man absorbed the spiritual power of the spiritual slave, meditated and refined it, and his face changed constantly.

 It seems that we can only wait until we have the opportunity to talk about it later.

 “Kneel down!”

Mo Hua nodded, then endured the smell and swallowed the cake.

 He patted the monk's face and said in a charitable tone:

“You must practice the exercises I teach you well.”

 It's far worse than what his mother did.

"You have to remember that it was me who saved your life and made you a 'spiritual slave' as a gift to you. Otherwise, you would have been sucked in by other evil cultivators."

Only then did he realize that the so-called spiritual slaves meant treating monks as slaves and draining their spiritual power.

 He now has life-saving spells, but his attack spells are inferior.

The cover page of the book was partially blocked by the white-faced man, but the two words exposed were "Fireball."

　　This white-faced man seems not to have used spiritual stones when practicing.

Mo Hua was eating when he suddenly heard someone talking.

 The ink painting is a bit disappointing.

 “Master? What master?”

Mo Hua frowned.

"It can't be...that young master of the Kong family."

　　Thank you to Uncle Yan and Dark Night Star Morning for the reward~

 (End of this chapter)

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