Asking About Longevity Chapter 429

Chapter 429 Corpse Blood Pill

 Situ Fang took the chief executive of Daotingsi and rushed into the backyard of Baihua Building.

 After a moment, spiritual energy overflowed, and the sounds of fighting, exclamations, and shouts were intertwined with the sounds of shattering buildings.

Mo Hua was very curious. After thinking about it, he said to Qinglan:

 “You find a place to hide and don't come out.”

 Qinglan was a little nervous, but still nodded.

 After that, the three people in Mo Hua also used their skills to get to the second floor and looked towards the backyard from the window.

Baihua Building is divided into two buildings, front and rear, with a courtyard in the middle.

 The front building is the front hall, which is used for banquets and banquets, and the female nuns sing and dance. The back building is the side room, which is used for the business of the brothel.

 In the middle of the back building is a courtyard with mountains, water and flowers.

 The courtyard is wide and the scenery is pleasant.

 Behind the courtyard is the back building, with tall buildings on three sides surrounding the courtyard.

The high-rise buildings are connected by corridors, and the wing rooms are exquisite. There are red lanterns and pink curtains hanging in the corridors, and the smell of powder is very strong.

There are various formations in the corridors, some are reinforced, some are soundproof, some are dust-reflecting, and some are illuminated.

 The pale pink light illuminates the entire backyard attic beautifully and gracefully.

Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

 The mine repairs in the mine are difficult and life and death are at stake, and the formations drawn inside are extremely crude.

The array method is so complete.

 Even formations are used to enhance the atmosphere and enhance the mood.

  It's true that it's too much.

At this moment, there was a sudden surge of spiritual power, the bricks and stones were broken, and sawdust flew into the air.

 Ink paintings are read out in a circular manner.

On the second floor in the distance, the doors and windows of a room were completely smashed, and the formations on both sides were also destroyed.

In the corridor, two foundation-building monks were fighting.

One person is in black clothes and the other is in gray clothes.

Monk Xuanyi is the foundation-building elder of the Situ family, named Situ Jin.

As for the masked monk in gray clothes, with a gloomy aura around him, he was most likely what Mo Hua was looking for, the man behind the corpse purchase in the mine.

Situ Fang took the chief executive of Nanyue City Dao Tingsi to guard the surroundings to prevent the gray-clothed monk from escaping.

They are all Qi-refining monks and cannot compete with Ji-Zhu, but they can still form a formation and fight one or two moves against Ji-Zhu, delaying it for a while.

 The monks from Daotingsi were ready.

 In the corridor, Situ Jin frequently exchanged blows with the man in gray.

Mo Hua looked at it for a while and frowned.

 Bai Zisheng whispered:

 “This gray monk seems to have some food...”

Mo Hua couldn't help but nodded, "It's quite good..."

 Looking sinister, his spiritual power is also very feminine, but his cultivation is really weak. Even among ordinary monks in the early stage of foundation building, he is still at the bottom.

Among the foundation-building monks that Mo Hua has seen, this gray-clothed monk is considered the weakest.

Even in Tongxian City, the elderly Master Zhou and Mr. An, who was not good at Taoism, were stronger than him in action.

This gray-clothed monk is an individual practitioner, but his energy and blood are not strong, and his martial arts knowledge is mediocre.

In addition, he seems to have learned a skill or two in magic.

　　It looks like it is an earth poison technique, but he is obviously not following the path of spiritual cultivation. This technique is okay for refining qi, but it is really not good enough for monks of the same level.

From top to bottom, this gray-clothed monk exuded an aura of half-heartedness.

Mo Hua frowned even more tightly.

How can it be so delicious?

 Even he can't stand it anymore.

The situation on the court was the same. Situ Jin's palms were as strong as the wind, and he kept pressing the gray-clothed monk.

The gray-robed monk was unable to support himself with his left and right arms.

He wanted to escape, but there were deputies blocking him all around. Every time he tried to rush out, he would be delayed for a moment, and then he would be entangled by Situ Jin.

After dozens of rounds, the gray-clothed monk saw that he was about to lose, so he jumped down from the building and fell into the garden. The gray light around his body flashed and disappeared.

Situ Jin landed on the ground, looked around, and frowned.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised, turned around and asked:

 “What kind of teaching is this?”

Bai Zisheng hesitated and said, "Is this...an escape technique?"

Bai Zixi nodded, "It's the Earth Element Escape Technique among the Five Element Escape Techniques."

 “Escape?” Mo Hua blinked.

Bai Zixi explained:

“The Escape Technique is actually a type of body technique, but it is specially used for escaping. When it is performed, the spiritual power covers the whole body and merges with the five elements of heaven and earth, thereby hiding the breath and escaping from death.”

The gray-clothed monk used Earth Escape in the end just to avoid exposing his trump card.

This kind of escape technique will be much easier to guard against once someone knows about it.

Mo Hua understood and praised sincerely:

 “Senior sister, you know a lot!”

 “It's very simple.”

Bai Zixi said lightly, but her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a slight sense of pride in her eyes.

Bai Zisheng couldn't help but said:

 “Mo Hua, you are so good at flattering me.”

Mo Hua said displeasedly:

"To be honest, how can you call it flattery? Besides, why don't I flatter you? Isn't it because you don't know?"

 Bai Zisheng has nothing to say.

 In terms of monastic knowledge, he is indeed inferior to his younger sister Zixi.

Not only in monastic knowledge, but in many aspects it is inferior to...

Bai Zisheng stopped arguing with Mo Hua, and instead frowned and said, "If you use the escape technique, will that person run away?"

Mo Hua smiled and said, "He can't run away."

The gray-clothed monk's spiritual consciousness is no more than ten lines.

 And the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is the twelve patterns!

The expression of the ink painting is concentrated, and the eyes are closed, and the concentration is concentrated, and the consciousness is released and extended to the extreme.

 Looking for traces of the gray-clothed monks in the white vision of consciousness.

 After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, pointed to his luck, and fireballs formed from his fingertips.

Then he moved the technique at will, and in an instant, the fireball flew into the garden and exploded on a piece of grass, turning the grass and trees into ashes.

The vegetation turned to gray, and a black face appeared on the charred ground.

The gray-clothed monk looked confused.

 Where did the fireball spell come from, and how did it hit me?

 This fireball technique also attracted Situ Jin's attention.

 Subsequently he also discovered the whereabouts of the gray monk.

Situ Jin, who was searching to no avail, cheered up, mobilized his spiritual power, and slapped the gray-clothed monk with his palm.

The gray-clothed monk couldn't dodge and was hit by his palm. He was knocked out of his original shape. His clothes were ragged and his face was covered in black and gray.

Although Mo Hua's fireball technique is very powerful, it does little harm to Establishment, and it only makes him move a little more awkwardly.

The monk in gray cursed, took a few steps back, threw himself on the ground again, and disappeared.

Situ Jin frowned, he couldn't find anyone again.

At this moment, another fast fireball flew through the air, landed in the garden, exploded a flower and tree, and forced out the gray-clothed monk.

Situ Jin was stunned and looked up at the ink painting with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

This little monk can actually see through the earth and perform escape techniques?

I am a foundation-building monk, so I can't see any trace of this gray-clothed monk.

 How did he see it?

But at this moment, it is not the time to sigh.

Situ Jin used his body skills again and jumped forward to attack the gray-robed monk. The monk in gray clothes was forced to reveal his figure. When he raised his head, he naturally saw the ink painting upstairs.

He was shocked and angry, and cursed loudly:

 “Damn you kid, you ruined my good deeds, I have to kill you...”

 But before he finished cursing, he was interrupted by Situ Jin.

Situ Jin clapped his hands and said coldly:

 “Thieves, suffer death!”

The gray-clothed monk forcefully struck out with a palm, retreated continuously, vomiting blood, then hurriedly took out a pill and drank it to stabilize his breath, and then used his escape technique to disappear on the ground.

 But he will still be hit by the fireball spell again and again.

Situ Jin has also learned the lesson and simply doesn't look for it himself. He will hit wherever the fireball spell points.

The gray-clothed monk was like a gopher. As soon as he got in, his head was exposed, and he was extremely aggrieved.

 He almost wanted to vomit blood.

 What's going on with this little brat?

How did you discover your own escape technique?

After being hit by a few more fireballs, the gray-clothed monk suddenly felt enlightened.

 It is divine consciousness!

 He was locked by this kid with his spiritual consciousness? !

The gray-clothed monk felt incredible.

One of the monks who built the foundation, was locked by a ghost who was refining the gas period?

He didn't have time to be shocked, he was just surprised for a moment, and then he lost his mind, and a fireball hit him in the face.

The gray-clothed monk's face was filled with severe pain, and his teeth were itching with hatred.

 Damn it, this kid is getting more and more accurate...

　　If this continues, you will end up here.

At the same time, Situ Jin struck with another palm. This palm hit the monk in gray on the left shoulder. The wind entangled him, tearing his clothes to pieces and tearing off the black scarf that covered his face.

 Under the black scarf, there was a cold, pale, bloodless face.

The gray-clothed monk was extremely angry and hoarsely said:

 “You're looking for **** death!”

 Then he took out a strange-looking bronze medicine bottle with blood patterns on it, and poured the elixir in the bottle into his mouth.

"not good!"

 The moment he took out the medicine bottle, Situ Jin knew something was wrong and immediately struck out with a palm.

 Although he didn't know what kind of pill it was, he must not be allowed to take it.

This palm hit the gray-clothed monk's chest, and the spiritual power tore the skin and flesh. The palm force knocked him away, but it did not stop the gray-clothed monk from taking the bottle of blood-colored elixir.

The gray-clothed monk lay on the ground like a dead corpse and did not move for a long time.

 The scene became quiet for a moment.

Situ Jin's eyes were solemn and he didn't dare to act rashly. He just looked on guard.

 A moment later, something unexpected happened.

The monk in gray clothes who was lying on the ground suddenly twitched irregularly, his limbs deformed and twisted, his body gradually expanded, and his veins appeared, and finally he stood up straight in a weird posture.

His complexion is livid, his body is strong, and only the whites of his eyes are left. He is like a dead corpse, and his whole body exudes the aura of death.

Situ Jin took a breath of air.

 The surrounding executives were also frightened.

At this moment, the monk in gray clothes, who looked like a corpse, walked up to Situ Jin and punched him in the chest.

Situ Jin used all his strength to use his palm force and received the punch.

The spiritual power in the foundation building stage trembled, crushing the surrounding vegetation and rocks.

Situ Jin was defeated by the gray-robed monk. He was beaten back seven or eight steps by the punch, and finally had to kneel on the ground, vomiting blood.

The monk in gray clothes was about to step forward and pursue the victory, when suddenly a fireball suddenly appeared and hit him on the back of the head.

 The spiritual power exploded, causing him to stagger.

 Not very powerful, but very humiliating.

The gray-clothed monk slowly turned his head and looked upstairs with dead white eyes.

 The ink painting upstairs made a face at him.

This grimace almost made the gray monk who turned into a corpse explode with anger.

At that moment, the monk in gray had only one thought.

No matter what, kill this brat!

 He left Situ Jin and strode towards the ink painting.

Situ Fang was shocked and tried to stop him, but he punched him away.

 The other Qi Refining Officers are not all generals.

The gray-clothed monk arrived in front of the ink painting.

Mo Hua stood on the second floor, looking at him condescendingly.

The gray-clothed monk's livid face let out a strange roar, and then he jumped up to the second floor.

 Bai Zisheng's eyes turned cold, and he came up to him. He clasped his hands together and a silver-white spear appeared. Then his figure was like the wind, and the spear came out like a dragon. The golden light on the spear was strong, and he attacked the corpse-like gray-clothed monk.

The gray-clothed monk had an ashen complexion and knotted veins. He was almost invulnerable. He could collide with Bai Zisheng's spear with just his physical body.

Bai Zisheng's spear couldn't pierce his flesh, and there was nothing he could do about it.

 Despite his mighty momentum, he still had the upper hand.

 After all, no matter how talented he is, he is still just refining qi.

At this moment, Bai Zixi's glass-like eyes flashed with light, and the sword light condensed on her fingertips burned with snow-white flames.

With one finger of his delicate white hand, he held out several rays of sword light. The sword energy was so sharp that it broke the gray-clothed monk's body, and the snow-white flames were also burning his wounds.

The gray-clothed monk was in pain and made a weird, inhuman roar.

  But that's all.

 The body, broken by the golden light, slowly recovered.

The snow-white flame also gradually extinguished, leaving only a few scorch marks.

The gray-clothed monk's expression was complex and ferocious, but he couldn't help but feel frightened in his heart.

 What are the backgrounds of these two young monks?

I was serving the blood of the corpse, and the repair was greatly increased.

At the level of Qi Refining, one can fight against oneself alone.

 Can you also use magic to break open your own body?

The gray-clothed monk was shocked.

 Don't fight for a long time, otherwise once the power of the Corpse Blood Pill is exhausted, you will be affected by the power of the medicine and you will be in trouble.

 Kill that brat to vent your anger, and then retreat immediately!

The monk in gray clothes had made up his mind. He looked around and saw a sudden confusion on his corpse-like face...

Where is that kid?

 Why are you missing?

Where did he go?

 Invisible?

The gray-clothed monk stared with his dead white eyes, unable to see anyone.

 The spiritual consciousness is released, and there is no trace...

The gray-clothed monk felt a surge of anger in his heart.

That kid...

He saw through his escape technique, and then he sneak-attacked him, humiliated him, and mocked him with a grimace. As a result, the kid can't even be seen now...

 How can we kill him if we can't see him?

 It was like a punch to cotton.

And he didn't even hit cotton.

 As time passes, the medicine is about to run out.

The gray-clothed monk was so angry that he had nowhere to vent. He was so angry that he was trembling all over. He could only gnash his teeth, his voice was hoarse, and he roared to the sky:

"Come out!"

 “Come out!”

This impotent rage is full of frustration.

This chapter is a bit long, so I wrote it late.

 (End of this chapter)

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