Asking About Longevity Chapter 457

Chapter 457 Eat more

Mo Hua killed the zombie disciple, "ate" its evil thoughts, and began to meditate and refine.

 In the evil thoughts, there are some mottled memories.

　　It is all about refining, raising and controlling corpses.

The Zhang family has been passing on from generation to generation, and they have always done sneaky things, selling coffins openly and refining corpses secretly.

 The same is true for this disciple.

 He can also be regarded as the ancestor of Zhang Quan.

 But his talent was average, he was just refining qi, and he had not been exposed to zombies for a long time before the corpse poison attacked his heart and became a zombie.

The Zhang family was afraid that he would be exposed, so they killed him and sealed his spiritual thoughts in the Patriarch Picture.

 Like many other ancestors of the Zhang family.

 When it is alive, it becomes a zombie, and it remains a zombie after death, so the evil thoughts that manifest after death are also zombies.

 The Zhang family itself is also half-human and half-corpse.

The ink painting refined his evil thoughts, and at the same time, a cold, rotten, and deathly desire also polluted his consciousness.

 In Mo Hua's heart, a bloodthirsty desire arose.

 It is as if he has become a zombie, thirsting for flesh and blood, and wants to choose people to eat.

 When evil thoughts enter the mind, the ink painting immediately falls into concentration, meditates quietly, and abandons distracting desires.

Mo Hua was not panicked.

As Mr. Zhuang said, every time evil thoughts enter the heart, it is a test of one's Taoist heart.

 It is very important for a monk to be able to adhere to his original intention and stick to his Taoist heart amidst materialistic desires and evil desires.

Once the Taoist mind is lost and the original intention is lost, it is easy to make mistakes and deviate from the way of heaven.

　　Human beings are not born invulnerable to all evil.

 Tao mind also needs to be exercised bit by bit.

Mo Hua plans to start from childhood evil thoughts, hone his will, and gradually gain enlightenment.

 Little by little, strengthen your Taoist heart.

　Until the future, no evil will invade.

Even if evil spirits enter the mind and demons confuse the mind, the mind is still like a bright mirror, spotless.

  Zombie disciples were quickly refined by Mo Hua.

 His slightly evil thoughts have also been abandoned in ink paintings.

 The spiritual awareness of ink painting has also obviously increased.

 This is the most obvious increase in the spiritual awareness of ink painting in the past few months.

 But it's still not enough.

 The ink painting smacked the lips, and some of the meaning was still unfinished.

 Zombie disciples only refine their qi, and their spiritual consciousness is not strong. If they practice to eliminate evil thoughts, they will not gain much spiritual consciousness.

This little amount of spiritual consciousness is not enough to fill the gap between teeth.

The ink painting felt a little pity, so he opened his eyes.

Bai Zisheng was staring at him with bright eyes. Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, he immediately asked:

"How about it?"

Mo Hua said: "It's okay."

 Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:

"what's next?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "I'll take another look and you'll still be as I said before..."

“Yeah, yeah.” Bai Zisheng nodded, “I'll knock you out, call me master, burn the pictures, and scatter the ashes…”

Although it is somewhat different from what Mo Hua said, it is still pretty much the same.

Mo Hua then carefully opened this painting. On the surface it was the "Picture of the Patriarch", but in fact it was a visualization of the "Picture of the Zombie".

 He took another look.

 There is also someone in the picture, look back at him.

What is exposed is still the face of a zombie.

There are also zombies leaving the table, jumping out of the painting, and jumping into the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the ink painting.

This time, two zombies were placed in the ink painting, and then the picture was closed again.

These two zombies are still just refining qi. According to their human status, they are disciples of the Zhang family. According to their zombie status, they are just walking corpses.

The two zombie disciples, after jumping into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, looked at each other with equally ecstatic expressions on their faces.

 This sea of ​​consciousness is too broad.

 The spiritual consciousness inside is so rich.

 Enough for them to eat for a long time.

 It is even possible to directly eat it to build a foundation!

Unexpectedly, the young monk this younger was a treasure of eating within the sea.

 It didn't take long for them to be happy.

 A fireball technique roared over and exploded in an instant.

Hunting a zombie away directly, bright red flames burned its whole body, causing it to suffer and struggle on the ground.

 The other zombie was stunned.

 What was that just now?

 Fireball?

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, where does the fireball technique come from?

 Soon it knew where the fireball technique came from.

Not far away, there was a young monk with picturesque features, his eyes were deep and without any emotion or anger, and he was pointing at it with his little hands.

Before the walking corpse could react, a fireball condensed between the little monk's fingers.

This fireball is extremely fast, extremely accurate, and extremely cruel.

 In an instant, he flew in front of it.

　　The dead white pupils of the zombie were filled with red firelight, and then the whole body was also blown away by the fireball spell. He fell to the ground, suffering from the pain of being burned by the fire.

This pain is very real.

The zombie almost forgot that he was already dead and no longer had a physical body.

 It was frightened in its heart.

 Who is this little monk?

Mo Hua is not going to talk nonsense.

 Time is limited, so fight quickly.

He won't play hide and seek this time. The zombies in the Qi refining stage can't find out the details of the ancestors of the Zhang family.

 The ink painting is simple and crude, directly using the fireball technique to kill the two walking corpses.

 After the bombing, the evil thoughts are refined and the consciousness is enhanced.

 After that, the ink paintings followed the same method, opening pictures to release corpses, blasting them with fireballs, and refining evil thoughts.

Although the evil thoughts of refining qi are not strong, they add up to a big thing. After "eating" a few walking corpses, Mo Hua felt that his consciousness had been significantly enhanced.

 But it is still not enough.

This time he set his sights on the ancestors in the front row of the Zhang family.

 The seat is at the front. Among the ancestors of the Zhang family, he is also ranked high, at least he is the elder of the Zhang family.

 The elder's evil thoughts should also be stronger.

How can you lead them to your own sea of ​​consciousness?

Mo Hua thought for a while, his eyes brightened slightly.

He took out two pieces of paper, one covering the ancestors of the Zhang family, and the other covering the descendants and grandchildren of the last one.

 Only the middle row was left, the Zhang family monks who looked like elders.

Mo Hua randomly picked a person and stared at him.

Within a few breaths, the "person" also turned his head and looked at the ink painting.

 The same zombie face.

Hooked nose, hanging eyes, sinister face, and livid complexion.

 It's an iron corpse!

When it saw the ink painting, its expression was vicious, and then a greedy look flashed in its gray eyes. It only ducked and dived into the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the ink painting.

 After entering the sea of ​​consciousness of Mo Hua, Tie Shi was startled.

Even though he is an elder and has seen the world, he was still shocked by the sea of ​​knowledge drawn by Mo Hua.

 Then Jie Jie laughed wildly.

Its laughter is hoarse, its throat is broken, it is harsh and unpleasant to hear.

Mo Hua, who was hiding next to him, nodded.

It seems that Elder Iron Corpse cannot see through his concealment...

Mo Hua picked up the stick again and crept behind the iron corpse. He raised the cudgel high and struck the iron corpse's head with a stick.

The thousand-jun rod hit the iron corpse on the back of the head.

Mo Hua even heard a "dang" sound.

Like the sound of iron weapons clashing.

Mo Hua's palms were also slightly numb from the shock.

And the Iron Corpse elder was also staggered by the impact. His face was ferocious and a little dazed. He turned his head and looked even more surprised when he saw the ink painting.

 After a moment, it came back to its senses, its eyes becoming more and more greedy.

 Looking at the ink painting is like looking at a thousand-year-old ginseng.

The ink painting is a bit of a pity.

 It seems that Iron Corpse's strength is still very strong.

Hitting a sap does little damage.

This elder of the iron corpse has a solid figure, unlike ordinary walking corpses. When a stick is struck, his figure will become a little loose.

It was hit with a stick by Mo Hua, and it only staggered a few times. It looked painful, but it was not injured.

 When the two of them confronted each other, neither of them took action easily.

Elder Iron Corpse cannot figure out the details of the ink painting. Although it covets it, it is also wary.

He looked at the ink painting carefully and then looked around. Suddenly he suddenly realized and said in a hoarse voice:

“I asked why, several disciples entered your sea of ​​consciousness but could not get out. It turns out they were poisoned by you!”

 The spiritual thoughts are manifested and the spiritual consciousness is profound.

 Compared to this Iron Corpse Elder, he is not inferior.

Those Zhang family disciples who are in the realm of zombies cannot possibly be the opponent of this young monk.

There is nothing wrong with dying in his hands.

 The ink painting is noncommittal.

 Elder Iron Corpse's expression flashed sternly, "What crime do you deserve for killing my son of the Zhang family?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart:

“I not only want to kill your descendants of the Zhang family, but also your ancestors of the Zhang family…”

But on the surface, he just said indifferently:

“They want to eat me, and if I kill them, they deserve it.”

Elder Iron Corpse sneered, "They just wanted to take a few bites of your spiritual consciousness, but you killed them. At such a young age, your methods are too cruel."

Mo Hua was shocked, "Have you turned into a zombie and your brain has rotted? Can you say this?"

 Elder Iron Corpse snorted coldly.

 It is mentally calculating the strength of the ink painting.

 This little ghost's spiritual consciousness should be manifested as an innate talent.

 But the battle between spirits is not that simple.

Even if this kid has some talent, how can he compare with the Zhang family's corpse technique that has been passed down for hundreds of years?

 One or two little disciples, this kid might be able to pick up the slack.

 But since he was allowed in, this brat is a feast for all the disciples of the Zhang family!

 Elder Iron Corpse looked at the fresh and lovely ink paintings and couldn't help but lick his tongue.

Mo Hua also understood its thoughts and snorted coldly in his heart:

 “It's still not certain who is whose feast?”

 Elder Iron Corpse looked at the ink painting and couldn't help it.

It suddenly opened its big mouth, revealing its thick fangs. The fangs were tempered with rancid corpse poison. Its body turned into a line of green light and bit directly towards the ink painting.

Its attacks seem to be fast, but all its actions have already been discerned by ink paintings. Mo Hua used Water Step and calmly avoided the attack of Elder Iron Corpse.

Elder Iron Corpse worked hard, changed his moves continuously, stretched out his sharp claws, and struck several times from different angles, but Mo Hua dodged them one by one.

 In the end, Mo Hua even stepped on Elder Iron Corpse's head and retreated calmly.

 Elder Iron Corpse was annoyed and angry.

This little brat, how dare you humiliate yourself?

It tried to pounce forward again, but found that the ink painting was far away, its finger was a little further away, and the fire suddenly appeared.

 A fireball came roaring.

 The Iron Corpse Elder's pupils shrank, and he only had time to fold his arms and block him in front of him.

 Then the fireball technique exploded in front of it.

 The clothes on both arms were burned, revealing iron-blue, death-like arms.

 The iron arm was burnt black.

 There are tongues of fire licking around him.

 Elder Iron Corpse took a breath of cold air.

 Fireball?

How can it be?

 How can spiritual consciousness be condensed into spells?

It realized something was wrong...

 This kid is not just lucky, or has good innate talent, so he can manifest his spiritual consciousness.

 He must have the inheritance of the spiritual mind method!

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, manifest magic.

This method is extremely clever. It has been parasitic in the picture for so long and has eaten so many monks' spiritual consciousness. It has never been seen before, and it is even unheard of.

Even the ancestors may not have known about this method.

 Elder Iron Corpse was afraid.

 “Need to take a long-term view…”

 It would be unwise to fight this brat alone.

It is necessary to gather the strength of the entire Zhang family to find another plan to kill this kid and then share his consciousness.

 If there is a chance, take away his inheritance again!

 The Zhang family's strength will definitely increase greatly!

 Elder Iron Corpse had made up his mind, so he decided to retreat.

 Ink painting instantly understood its thoughts.

Since he wants to run away, Mo Hua is not welcome.

 He used a water prison spell with his backhand to control the iron corpse, and then fired fireball spells frequently, one after another. The raging flames directly engulfed the elder iron corpse.

 After a while, the fire faded and smoke spread everywhere.

Elder Iron Corpse roared angrily and stepped out of the smoke.

It has red eyes, a huge body, and a livid and black complexion. It has obviously turned into a corpse, and its overall strength has increased.

 “You kid, you **** me off!”

 The iron corpse turns into an old corpse and becomes angry.

  But for ink painting, there is actually no difference.

 He still used Water Prison to control him, and then used Fireball to kill him.

The elder Iron Corpse had nowhere to use its strength and could only let the ink painting suppress it. Knowing that something was wrong, it tried its best to withstand the impact of the fireball explosion and rush to the front of the ink painting.

 But when I looked up, there was no one in front of me.

 Mo Hua has used Water Step to retreat calmly, regained the distance, then used Water Prison to control it, and then used Fireball to kill...

In the midst of the flying flames, the Iron Corpse Elder had a ferocious face, a wretched figure, and a frightened heart.

I have lived for so many years and eaten so many monks, but I am actually no match for this little monk?

　　I was actually suppressed by his spell and was unable to fight back?

Can only be like a sandbag, immobilized by a spell and then beaten while hanging?

 Elder Iron Corpse was in disbelief.

Mo Hua also frowned.

 It seems...can't be killed.

 After the iron corpse was further transformed into a corpse, the skin and flesh were too hard.

 With fireball alone, it can be suppressed and defeated, but it is difficult to kill.

If you use it so hard, you may run out of consciousness and the power of your spells will weaken, and it will find an opportunity to escape.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, "We must find a way to kill it."

 Elder Iron Corpse also understood this truth.

It is no match for Mo Hua, so it can only resist Mo Hua's fireball technique and minimize the damage. Only when Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is exhausted can it have a chance to escape or even fight back.

 Suppressing it with magic in this way will consume a lot of spiritual consciousness.

This kid can't hold on for long...

Sure enough, the fireball technique stopped after a moment.

 Elder Iron Corpse was ecstatic in his heart. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Mo Hua closing his eyes and concentrating, not knowing what he was doing.

 Elder Iron Corpse was startled.

 What does this little devil mean?

 Distracted? Or gave up?

 Or maybe God realized something was wrong?

Should you run away first, or pounce on him and kill him?

It hesitated for a moment and suddenly realized something was wrong.

 The breath around him seemed to have changed.

The elder Iron Corpse suddenly lowered his head and saw that many light blue and fine spiritual hairsprings appeared at his feet. These hairsprings were winding, flowing on their own, and connected to form mysterious lines.

 Elder Iron Corpse's eyes widened.

 What is this?

It saw that the opportunity was bad and wanted to run away, but it was already too late.

 The first formation of the ink painting has been completed.

 This is a golden lock formation.

The light blue spiritual power formed a formation on the ground, then emitted golden light and condensed into chains of spiritual power, locking the elder Iron Corpse in place.

 Elder Iron Corpse tried several times but could not break free.

 After a while, the second formation has also been drawn.

 This is a molten formation.

The moment the formation formed, the light blue spiritual power emitted a dazzling red light, and the ground turned into a sea of ​​fire, like a flaming furnace, trapping the elders in it and roasting them.

 Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.

  Formation?

 This kid is an array master?

 But formation master, is this how you draw the formation?

With no pen or ink, and just relying on spiritual thoughts, you can condense the formation so quickly?

 The formation adheres to the way of heaven and has the greatest impact on divine thoughts.

What's more, it's such a realistic and powerful formation.

 Elder Iron Corpse trembled in his heart.

 “It's over, the boat has capsized in the gutter.”

It was just hungry for a long time and wanted to get something to eat, but was roasted in a formation by a kid who didn't know where it came from?

 The world of cultivation is so **** dangerous!

 A little devil is so dangerous.

When death was imminent, Elder Iron Corpse wanted to try his best to struggle one more time.

For a moment, it broke free from the Golden Lock Formation, but was held in place by Mo Hua's water prison technique. After a moment, the spiritual power on the Golden Lock Formation recovered again, turning into a golden lock, locking it firmly.

 And the furnace-like molten fire array is burning its body all the time.

 A dull knife cuts flesh, and sooner or later it will be finished.

 Elder Iron Corpse felt despair.

Mo Hua looked at Elder Iron Corpse on the side and suddenly said curiously:

“Your method of corpse transformation was passed down from your ancestors?”

 Elder Iron Corpse gritted his teeth and said:

 “So what?”

 “Do you have any other means?” Mo Hua asked.

 Elder Iron Corpse was angry and speechless.

"You have no other means, you will die here today." Mo Hua reminded with "kindness".

 Elder Iron Corpse was so angry that he could not speak.

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought.

This Iron Corpse Elder seems to be really at his wits end and has no other means.

Mo Hua felt a little pity and a little disappointed:

“Your ancestors only passed this thing on to you?”

Elder Iron Corpse sneered: "Of course it's impossible. My ancestors have many methods. How can you be a little..."

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped, and then he was suddenly startled.

This kid, is he trying to trick himself?

 What does he mean?

 What does he want to know?

 Old ancestors…

 He wanted to find out what his ancestors were doing. Could it be that... he was playing against his ancestors?

 Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.

 No, it's impossible.

 How could he be a brat...

Elder Iron Corpse was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of horror.

 No, it's possible!

With this kid's incredible ability in the sea of ​​consciousness, it is really possible to murder our ancestors!

If he really succeeds and finds out the ancestor's methods, then the ancestor, the ancestor...

 The ancestor is in danger!

 Elder Iron Corpse's heart trembled.

Mo Hua saw that his thoughts were seen through, and he couldn't help but regretted:

 “It's better to be a fool.”

　　If you have everything figured out, then I can only kill you.

Although Mo Hua didn't originally intend to let him live.

Mo Hua stopped rambling and concentrated on activating the formation, directly refining the frightened Iron Corpse Elder, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

 The Iron Corpse Divine Sense is much stronger.

 After swallowing the ink painting, it will not be completely refined yet. It is estimated that it will take a few days to slowly refine it.

 Some evil thoughts may occasionally emerge from the bottom of my heart.

 Ink painting can only be done by meditating and gradually calming down the evil thoughts in my heart.

 After exiting the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked at the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family.

 There are many zombies, several iron corpses, and Zhang Quan's ancestors in the picture.

 Let's come one by one…

 No one can escape!

I just don't know if after “eating” one pot after another, my spiritual consciousness will directly reach the thirteenth line...

Mo Hua couldn't help but think about it.

Bai Zisheng saw this and asked, "Are you... okay?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."

Bai Zisheng frowned, "Something is wrong..."

Bai Zixi's eyes were like water. She also stared at the ink painting for a while and said doubtfully:

 “Why does your face look so bad?”

Mo Hua rubbed his face and said, "You have to digest something bad after eating it."

  This chapter is a bit long, over 5k words, and I wrote it a little late~

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