Asking About Longevity Chapter 456

Chapter 456 Eating and Being Eaten

This zombie disciple of the Zhang family looked shocked as soon as he entered the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness:

 “What a profound spiritual knowledge!”

 “Great innate nourishment!”

Its voice is hoarse and sticky, and there is some leakage.

Like a living person that has decomposed into a corpse.

 Then it couldn't wait to wait, opened its ferocious mouth, and took a fierce sip of the divine consciousness that was filled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

 At the entrance of spiritual consciousness, the zombie disciples' eyes showed excitement.

 Pure, rich and delicious.

 This is the taste of top-grade spiritual consciousness!

 Zombie Jiejie laughed wildly.

　　After that, I couldn't help but feast on it and started to smoke it suddenly.

As it devoured more spiritual consciousness, its body gradually became stronger and its stature became a bit taller.

 The zombies sucked in spiritual consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness drawn in ink felt a dull pain.

“Is this what it feels like to have your consciousness eaten?”

Hide aside, observing the ink paintings of zombies, thinking silently.

 Some pain, some discomfort, but quite vague.

 If you don't pay attention, you won't notice it.

Even if you don't see it with your own eyes, you probably won't believe it at all.

 You will only feel that your spirit is exhausted, your energy is low, your mind is distracted, your mood is depressed, and you have many troubles and evil desires lingering in your heart.

 I would never have thought that my consciousness was being eaten away by evil things.

Mo Hua nodded, remembering this feeling.

 “Be careful in the future!”

The human heart is unpredictable, and you may not always be able to detect the many changes in your spiritual consciousness.

 So we must step by step, familiarize ourselves with the various signs of changes in the sea of ​​consciousness, and guard against subtle changes, so as to eliminate unknown hidden dangers in spiritual consciousness.

Lest in the future, any evil spirits may steal your own consciousness without you even knowing it.

 In addition, ink painting also verified one point.

 In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the concealment technique can be effective.

 At least this zombie didn't find himself.

Mo Hua frowned slightly again.

 But what exactly is this zombie?

 Is it considered a human or a zombie?

Mo Hua observed it for a while, and gradually began to make conjectures in his mind.

 This zombie disciple should be considered an ancestor of the Zhang family.

The Zhang family has been refining corpses for generations, and their spiritual thoughts have assimilated with the zombies. In their self-recognition, they are both a human and a corpse, so their spiritual thoughts are sealed in the picture after death, and they appear like zombies.

But whether it is a human or a corpse, Mo Hua is not going to let it go.

Mo Hua was invisible, carrying a thousand-gun stick, and quietly walked behind the zombie disciple.

This zombie opened its mouth wide and was eating happily.

 I never imagined that every move I made would be under the watchful eyes of others.

They didn't even realize that the danger was gradually approaching.

Mo Hua walked up behind the zombie, raised the Qianjun stick high, and smashed it down with all his strength with both hands!

 “Let you eat it secretly!”

This stick is so powerful that it deforms the scalp of the zombie disciple and makes his body look a bit unreal.

　　The height that had grown due to stealing spiritual consciousness was reduced again after being hit by this stick.

 After smashing it, Ink Hua was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that his strike would be so powerful.

But the zombie disciple's scalp was numb and his heart was in pain. He finally recovered and turned his head angrily. He saw standing behind him a young monk with delicate features, red lips and white teeth.

 Zombie disciples were stunned.

 Then its eyes widened, as if seeing a "ghost".

 “No! How could there be someone?!”

Mo Hua has a small face and a somewhat dangerous expression:

　　"You went to my sea of ​​consciousness to eat secretly, and you asked why there are people there? Is my consciousness so delicious? I..."

Mo Hua wanted to threaten him a few more times.

Before he could finish speaking, the zombie disciple saw that the situation was bad and ran away.

 Its ugly face was full of panic.

The moment it saw the ink painting, it knew that it was no match at all.

This little monk is not very old and has a small figure, but his figure is extremely clear, and his aura is profound and unpredictable.

 This is a sign that the spiritual consciousness is powerful and fully manifested.

What's more, it just took a huge blow.

The power of this stick made him feel frightened.

The greater the power, the stronger the divine will.

 Zombie disciples are afraid.

If the spiritual consciousness has not manifested, you can still eat it secretly.

 But once it manifests, the difference in spiritual consciousness is so great. If he doesn't run away, he will be buried here.

 Zombies want to escape from Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua will not let it escape. He stretches out his little hand and holds it empty, and the manifested spiritual power condenses into the Water Prison Technique.

The shackles of spiritual thought appeared out of thin air and tied the zombie to the spot. The zombie disciples struggled to break free, but they couldn't break free at all.

It looked frightened and said in disbelief:

 “Spell?”

how come?

 Can spiritual thoughts also use spells?

 Laozu never said anything about this...

Mo Hua walked slowly to it.

The zombie knelt on the ground and said in fear: "Senior, spare my life!"

Mo Hua said: "Sparing your life, do you want to harm others again?"

The zombie disciple swore: "Don't worry, junior, I will abide by my duty from now on and never harm anyone!"

Mo Hua wondered: "You are a zombie, right? Isn't your duty to harm others? If you stick to your duty, how can you not harm others?"

The zombie disciple paused for a moment and saw the ink painting's playful expression. He knew in his heart that this young monk would not believe his deception at all, so he said angrily:

 “The ancestor will not let you go!”

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile but not a smile:

"You think...I will let your ancestors go?"

 The zombie disciples were shocked.

This little devil is actually plotting against his ancestor? !

How dare he?

 Zombie disciples suddenly felt cold again.

This little ghost has powerful spiritual consciousness, many tricks, and unpredictable methods. His spiritual mind can also use spells, and he can do calculations deliberately and unintentionally. The ancestor may...

 The zombie disciples were shocked and angry.

 “No, you must tell the ancestor, otherwise the ancestor will be in danger!”

The face of the zombie disciple suddenly became ferocious. He bit off his own fingers and swallowed them into his belly. Then his body swelled and malice grew all over him. In an instant, he turned into a corpse with livid skin.

 The situation is exactly the same as when Zhang Quan took the Corpse Blood Pill.

“I risked my life first to deal with this little monk, and then I took the opportunity to escape and report to my ancestor. Even if my vitality is seriously injured and my limbs are missing afterwards, my ancestor will keep me safe because of my filial piety.”

 The thoughts of zombie disciples.

 Then it tried its best to break free from the restraints of the Water Prison Technique and suddenly rushed towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand slightly and formed a fireball.

The fireball is bright red and hot. It is an illusory fire condensed by spiritual consciousness, but it looks extremely real.

With a thought in Mo Hua's mind, the fireball suddenly shot out and hit the chest of the transformed zombie.

Amidst the fire, the zombie disciples were knocked back to their original form by the fireball before they could even get in front of the ink painting or deal with it for a single round.

He was deflated, his corpse form faded away, his whole body was on fire, and he lay on the ground wailing.

 It seemed like there was real fire burning in it.

  Along with the pain, there is boundless despair.

It never expected that this young monk's spiritual thoughts would be so powerful.

 The manifested fireball technique is so terrifyingly powerful...

Mo Hua also frowned and said doubtfully:

 “Why am I so strong?”

 He thought about it for a while and gradually understood.

 In reality, I am refining qi.

 But in the sea of ​​consciousness, oneself is building a foundation.

This zombie disciple is just an ordinary walking corpse. In total, it is just Qi refining.

 I am now building the foundation and refining the energy.

 It can be regarded as bullying the “small” with the “big”.

Mo Hua's small waist straightened instantly.

 “No wonder, I said, why did I suddenly become so powerful!”

 It is not a matter of course to build the foundation and refine the Qi.

 The ink painting was satisfying for a while, but then felt a little boring.

 This zombie disciple is too weak and cannot use his strength.

 It seems that we have to select some strong ones among Zhang Quan's ancestors to practice their skills.

 Step by step, step by step.

 When you have mastered the means of manifestation and figured out the methods of the Zhang family full of zombies, you can then attack Zhang Quan's ancestor.

This way you will be foolproof.

 Zhang Quan's ancestor had the highest level of cultivation and the strongest evil thoughts, so he must be a big zombie.

And after living for such a long time, there must be a lot of tricks.

 It is still somewhat risky to start with it now.

What's more, it still has so many “disciples and disciples” that it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. A group of zombies ran into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and Mo Hua couldn't cope with it.

 Eat the meal one bite at a time.

 Mo Hua had made up his mind and planned to "eat" the first bite of rice.

 This zombie disciple is no longer useful.

 Ink painting intends to make the best use of everything.

He used a few more fireballs to blast the zombie into ashes.

 As the ashes dispersed, the zombie's form and thoughts were destroyed, turning into gray, breath-like spiritual thoughts.

The ink painting opened with a small mouth and swallowed it all.

This zombie who only wanted to eat Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness was eventually “eaten” by Mo Hua.

Its evil thoughts also strengthen the spiritual consciousness of ink paintings.

 (End of this chapter)

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