Asking About Longevity Chapter 358

Chapter 358 The war begins

 Once the formation is completed, the battle to suppress the monsters can begin.

 But when the war was about to begin, doubts arose in the hearts of all the monks in Tongxian City.

 Is the formation really okay? Can Feng Xi really be suppressed?

Not only the ordinary casual cultivators, but also Elder Yu and others in the foundation building period are also worried.

 But they didn't dare to ask about Mo Hua.

 Firstly, I am afraid of putting pressure on Mo Hua, and secondly, it is useless to ask.

 Hold the bow without turning back.

Things have reached this point, and the large formation has been built. No matter what, we can only bite the bullet and start killing the big monster.

 From the beginning to the end of the ink painting, the eyes are calm and the expression is calm.

 It seems that this time the big demon will definitely die in the formation.

This also made several foundation-building monks calm down inexplicably.

Elder Yu sighed in his heart. People like him, after all, are foundation-building monks who have lived for hundreds of years and experienced storms, but now none of Mo Hua's children can stay calm.

But then I thought about it again. Although people like me have experienced wind and waves, this is indeed the first time we have encountered a storm as big as the big demon...

 The formation is also a formation. Since it is a formation, they don't understand it. Since they don't understand it, then just believe in Mo Hua.

 Not only Elder Yu, but all the monks basically think so.

The Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation is a trapping and killing formation. If you want to trap and kill Feng Xi, you must first introduce Feng Xi into the formation.

 This step is very dangerous, so it can only be done by foundation-building monks, with Tao soldiers covering it from the side.

 Among the foundation-building monks who led Feng Xi to death, Mo Hua actually saw Zhang Lan.

 “Uncle Zhang, have you established a foundation?!”

Mo Hua was surprised.

Zhang Lan pretended to be calm, but he couldn't hide his pride, and said lightly: "It's not bad, I took the time to build a foundation."

Mo Hua curled his lips and took the time to lay a foundation... It was like taking the time to have a kiss.

 Is it really that easy to build a foundation...

But he remembered what Zhang Lan said before.

It is indeed not difficult for disciples of aristocratic families to build foundations.

Zhang Lan stopped at the ninth level of Qi Refining before, firstly to polish his foundation, and secondly to escape from family troubles.

“Have you laid the foundation?” Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan said casually: "That's almost enough. There's no need to polish it all the time."

“Then you've established the foundation, are you going to go home for a blind date?” Mo Hua asked curiously again.

Zhang Lan's face darkened: “You kid, can you tell me something serious?”

Mo Hua chuckled and felt grateful at the same time.

He knew that Zhang Lan's move was actually for the monks in Tongxian City. After all, to deal with the big demon, one more foundation would provide more strength and more protection, so he was eager to break through the realm.

Mo Hua silently remembered Zhang Lan's favor and thought to himself:

 “If you have a chance in the future, you must help Uncle Zhang!”

The plan to suppress the big demon has been discussed before the formation is built. At this time, it is just a matter of deciding on the candidates.

 The sky turned dark the next day, and Taoist soldiers began to gather.

Yang Jiyong stood on a hilltop, looking at the big **** demon in front of him from a distance, with a solemn expression.

After a while, a Taoist soldier commander who was also wearing armor came over and whispered: "Brother, everything is arranged."

This person's name is Yang Rong. He is not only a member of the Yang family, but also the commander of the Taoist soldiers assigned to support this time.

Yang Jiyong nodded, still frowning.

The atmosphere was a bit dull, so Yang Rong found something to say and started chatting with Yang Jiyong.

After chatting about some family trivia, Yang Rong suddenly became confused and asked:

“Brother, why did you only send the Yang family here this time?”

 Applying for the transfer of Taoist soldiers can only be assigned by the Taoist court. Yang Jiyong used the Yang family's connections this time to transfer Yang Rong and others.

And not only Yang Rong, all the Dao soldiers who came this time had connections with the Yang family. They were either surnamed Yang, or married to the Yang family, or had received favors from the Yang family, and they were all regarded as "ones" of the Yang family.

 “I can rest assured that my own people are doing things.” Yang Jiyong replied.

Yang Rong obviously didn't believe it, "Brother, tell the truth, don't lie to me."

Yang Jiyong glanced at Yang Rong, thought for a moment, and said slowly:

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to keep your mouth shut, including the brothers below, and don't let any news leak."

Yang Rong's expression condensed, and he nodded: "Brother, don't worry."

Yang Jiyong said: "The main reason I asked you to come is to keep it secret. No matter whether the formation is built or not, and whether Feng Xi can be killed or not, you must not leak the news..."

Yang Rong was a little embarrassed, "It's such a big move to build the formation, we can't hide it..."

"I'm not telling you to hide the construction of the formation," Yang Jiyong said, "I'm telling you to hide the people who built the formation."

Yang Rong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who built this formation?"

As soon as they arrived at Tongxian City, they stationed themselves near the big demon in case something happened to the big demon. They had little contact with the monks in Tongxian City.

They didn't interfere with the construction of the formation.

They don't understand even more about drawing formations.

He only remembered seeing a group of formation masters, the most conspicuous of whom was a rather dignified old formation master. As for who was responsible for building the formation, he had no idea at all.

Yang Jiyong was about to say, but suddenly shook his head, "You don't know what's best."

Yang Rong was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to ask anymore, but suddenly he was as curious as a cat scratching his paw.

Brother Yang acted so solemnly, which shows that this matter is indeed extraordinary.

“Brother Yang, please tell me that I know what secrets are so that I can better keep them secret. If you don't tell me, I don't even know what secrets are. What if I accidentally let it slip?”

Yang Jiyong was stunned, "You kid, since when did you become so clever?"

Yang Rong chuckled.

Yang Jiyong thought for a moment and decided to tell him, "Have you seen a young monk in the past few days?"

 “Little monk?” Yang Rong was slightly startled.

“The little monk has picturesque eyebrows, fair white hair, and is handsome. He looks smart and cute at first glance, but you can't see through it at the second glance…”

Yang Rong frowned and thought, and suddenly he said "ah" and he remembered.

"It's the young monk who is following a group of old formation masters." "You said the opposite."

"Inverted?"

Yang Jiyong said calmly: "It's not that he is following the old formation masters, but a group of old formation masters are following him..."

Yang Rong opened his mouth wide, "No way..."

Then he thought of what Yang Jiyong said about "the people who built the formation". He was a little confused for a moment and said, "No way..."

Yang Jiyong stopped talking and said no more, only reminding him:

"Understand."

Yang Rong was stunned for a long time, thinking about the matter, shook his head, and murmured: "It's too scary..."

These days, can such a young child build a large formation?

Yang Rong approached Yang Jiyong again and whispered: "Brother, the Li family and the Chang family cannot know about this matter."

 Otherwise they will definitely use any means to win over you.

“That's why I used my connections with the Yang family to let you come over.”

 “But what if I can't hide it?” Yang Rong was a little worried.

"It's okay," Yang Jiyong said calmly, "As long as they don't see it with their own eyes, they won't believe it."

Yang Rong nodded.

 Actually, he saw it with his own eyes, but he still didn't quite believe it…

But since the elder brother said it, he will do it.

 “There is one more important thing…”

Yang Jiyong looked at Yang Rong and warned again:

“The success or failure of the suppression of Feng Xi this time is unknown. If it fails, you must find a way to keep Mo Hua safe.”

 “Ink painting…”

Yang Rong remembered the name and nodded: "Okay!"

 After saying that, he looked at Feng Xi in the distance and couldn't help but sigh:

"Such a big monster, I can't help but feel heart palpitations just looking at it. Can I really kill it?"

Yang Jiyong said solemnly: "No matter what, I have to give it a try."

After saying this, he sighed in his heart:

 I hope not too many people will die this time...

The Taoist soldiers who came this time were all close associates of the Yang family, and most of them were his brothers who had shared life and death on the battlefield. He did not want too many casualties.

 But what they faced this time was a terrifying monster.

 Within the state boundaries, the great demon is invincible.

Even if a large formation is built, it is not easy to fight against the big demon.

Yang Jiyong looked calm, but he was worried inside.

 After Yang Rong left, Zhang Lan found Yang Jiyong again after a while.

After building the foundation, Zhang Lan felt much more confident. When he saw Yang Jiyong, he straightened his waist even more.

Regarding the matter of suppressing Feng Xi, the two briefly exchanged words, and Zhang Lan turned around and left. However, he was stopped by Yang Jiyong after he had just taken a few steps.

 “Zhang Lan.” Yang Jiyong shouted. He was silent for a moment, and then said in a solemn voice: “Don't die...”

Zhang Lan looked slightly stagnant, a little surprised, but still had nothing nice to say:

 “I'm not going to die, you bastard, don't curse me.”

Yang Jiyong's eyelids twitched, “I said don't die, not let you die!”

Zhang Lan snorted coldly, "Before the war, I always said the opposite. What you said is as if I am about to die..."

Yang Jiyong's slight concern for Zhang Lan disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't help but cursed:

 “Damn it, the dog can't spit out ivory, I'm really kind enough to feed the dog!”

 “Do you still have a good heart?”

 “It's gone, I was eaten by you piece of shit.”

The two of them insulted each other for a while, and then fell silent again.

Zhang Lan said: "Don't worry, the formation was built by Mo Hua. He usually doesn't do things that he's not sure about. As long as you don't seek death yourself, you probably won't die..."

Yang Jiyong didn't speak, but his mood was no longer so heavy.

At about nine o'clock, everyone began to prepare according to the plan to wake up Feng Xi and introduce Feng Xi into the formation.

Yang Jiyong made the first move.

He raised his spear straight, using all his strength to concentrate his spiritual power on the spear. Then the spear glowed with golden light, and with great force, he stabbed Feng Xi in the abdomen.

This is the superior Taoist secret passed down by the Yang family - the Yaojin Spear.

The ancestor of the Qian family in the middle stage of foundation building was also seriously injured by this style of marksmanship.

Within the reach of the spear, Feng Xi's abdomen was strangled by spiritual power, creating a deep hole. However, in an instant, the blood condensed and flesh and blood regenerated.

Everyone was amazed when they saw this.

　　Very strong marksmanship and rich blood.

 It is almost impossible for a monk to kill such a powerful monster.

Even if it stands still and allows them, the foundation-building monks, to attack it until it dies of exhaustion, it may not be able to consume even one-tenth of its health.

However, this shot did cause a lot of injuries to Feng Xi.

Feng Xi was in pain, suddenly woke up, and let out a ferocious roar, which made people's faces change.

It opened its eyes, its pupils moved irregularly, and finally settled on Commander Yang. In an instant, the violent energy on his body suddenly became stronger.

It stood up tremblingly, and Feng Xi, who had been refining its blood energy for three months, was already like a hill, mixed with thick blood energy, and rushed directly towards Commander Yang.

 Fortunately, the pig demon is clumsy, its vitality has not been fully refined, and it is difficult to move.

Yang Jiyong withdrew back, leading Feng Xi towards the direction of the formation.

　　Three updates today, I will add another chapter later to mention the progress of the plot~

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