Asking About Longevity Chapter 508

Chapter 508 Escape

 The peak consciousness of the Thirteen Patterns!

 Enough to crush most early-stage foundation-building monks.

At the level of spiritual consciousness, he can be on par with the top monks in the early stage of foundation building.

 Compared with before, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is deeper, and the control of his spiritual consciousness is also more sensitive.

The eyes in the ink painting are deep, letting go of the spiritual consciousness, and the white vision of the spiritual consciousness continues to expand...

 The range of perception is wider and more things are perceived.

A tree, a stone, a flower, a grass, a living monk, a dead walking corpse, an iron corpse. Through the external material form, one can get a glimpse of its essence.

 The paths of all things in the world, including the inner spiritual energy, corpse energy, and various natural energies, have also become clearer.

 What you see with the naked eye is appearance.

 Only in the vision of spiritual consciousness can we see the inner essence of all things.

Every time your spiritual consciousness becomes stronger, the essence you see becomes more profound...

 In addition, Mo Hua also has a more thorough understanding of the Lingshu Formation.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, I borrowed the zombie spirit of the Zhang family, painted it on the Taoist monument with ink, and practiced the Lingshu array hundreds or thousands of times at one time...

 The originally complicated formation pattern has long been familiar to the mind.

 With eyes closed, they all look like the Lingshu Formation.

 Controlling the Spiritual Hub Array, dividing spiritual power, forming spiritual threads, and controlling the medium are all possible with ease.

 In addition, other means can naturally be improved.

 The ability to draw one's body in ink, regardless of formations or spells, is closely related to spiritual consciousness.

Now that the consciousness is enhanced, the formation will naturally go further.

 All spells, whether they are Water Step, Fireball, Water Prison or Invisibility, will be more effective.

 It's just that he was trapped in the coffin and couldn't get out for the time being, so he had no chance to try.

Mo Hua was so happy that he couldn't help but squint and laugh.

 Smiling and smiling, Mo Hua couldn't laugh anymore.

 He discovered something very embarrassing.

His spiritual consciousness is now very strong, very strong, comparable to the peak of early foundation building.

 But his physical body is still very weak, and his cultivation level has not increased.

 At the eighth level of Qi refining, the physical body is weak.

 There is no way to get out of this little coffin...

This small coffin is neither stone nor iron, and is made of tough material. It was also sealed with coffin nails from the outside, so it was impossible to get out...

 If you use magic to break it, you will hurt yourself.

Mo Hua sighed, a little helpless.

 This issue needs attention.

Even though you are born with a weak body and cannot train your body, you still have to find a way to supplement some means of physical training...

 However, this issue must be considered later.

 The most urgent task is to find a way out first.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness again and observed what was going on outside, and suddenly felt a little strange.

 Inside the corpse mine, there seems to be martial law and some chaos.

But in the distance, dense and chaotic breaths are mixed together, entangled, conflicting, and extinguishing.

It seems like there are a lot of monks fighting in a scuffle...

 “What's going on outside?”

 Ink painting doubts.

 Someone attacked the corpse mine.

Who is the one?

There should be no force in Nanyue City that can compete with so many iron corpses and walking corpses in the corpse mine...

Mo Hua frowned.

 When a melee breaks out, the Stone Palace will be more dangerous.

 Let's find a way to get out early…

There is also Lu Chengyun, who hasn't come here yet. I wonder if he was delayed by the war and didn't think about it for a while.

 It would not be good if he had time, thought of himself, and came to check.

Although it is possible to deceive him by being invisible in the coffin, given Lu Chengyun's cautious nature, the probability is low, so it is better not to take the risk.

Mo Hua began to think about how to get out.

I have been thinking about it for a long time, but there is no good solution.

The little zombie is in the array of thousands of corpses. It is too far away to control it. Come over and help you open the coffin.

 Little Tiger himself did not stay outside.

Mo Hua sighed again.

 The preparation in advance was not sufficient and thorough.

 It seems that we can only wait patiently and see if there is a chance.

Over the past few days, Mo Hua would often release his spiritual consciousness to sense the movement outside and look for opportunities to escape.

The melee outside the stone palace is still continuing, and there has been no opportunity...

It was not until three days later that Mo Hua suddenly sensed two familiar scents, lingering vaguely around him.

He seems to be hiding, avoiding others in the melee, and quietly looking for something in the stone hall...

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

 It's the little senior brother and the little senior sister!

 Are they looking for themselves?

Mo Hua tried his best to release his consciousness and sensed the two figures. At the same time, he vaguely heard their lowered voices talking:

“…I've been looking for so many days…but no one is in sight…”

"You said... where will my junior brother be?"

The voice was intermittent, and there was Bai Zisheng's sigh.

 “Let's look for it again…”

This voice is cold and pleasant, and it belongs to the little senior sister.

Bai Zisheng was dejected, "Zixi, junior brother, nothing will happen to him..."

Bai Zixi remained silent.

Mo Hua feels a little warm in his heart.

 It seems that these days when he was locked in the coffin, the junior senior brother and junior senior sister were worried about him and have been looking for him.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and blatantly spied on the two of them.

Bai Zisheng and the other two noticed it, and their hearts trembled.

 Has been discovered?

 Then the two of them were overjoyed again.

 This aura is that of my junior brother!

Bai Zisheng's face just showed joy, then he suddenly frowned and said:

"No, junior brother's spiritual consciousness is not that deep..."

 “The breath seems to be right.”

“That's right, this aura cannot be faked…”

“Did he 'eat' something..."

"No way, how can he 'eat' it every day? Are he really afraid of 'eating' his little head and destroying it?"

　　…His little head is already bad…”

 “Let's go and have a look…”

"Um."

 Ink painting has constant spiritual awareness.

Bai Zisheng and the other two also sensed the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua. Wearing a cloak of concealment, they hid their figures and found the secret room in the chaotic stone temple.

 The secret room is narrow but exquisite, with a strange altar above it.

On the altar, there are white bones, white candles burning, corpse oil flowing, and a gloomy candle light.

Under the altar, there is a white coffin.

 The spiritual consciousness of ink painting comes from the coffin.

Bai Zisheng looked stunned when he saw the white coffin. Then he looked painful and said sadly:

 “Junior brother, he is dead!”

Bai Zixi rolled her eyes at him, "Where can you get your spiritual consciousness after you die?"

Bai Zisheng was stunned for a moment, his painful expression disappeared, he couldn't help scratching his head and said angrily:

 “Oh, that's right too…”

Bai Zixi said in a clear voice:

 “Open the coffin.”

Bai Zisheng nodded, looked at the coffin for a moment, figured out the structure, and then used strong force to pull out the nails at the four corners of the coffin, then twisted off the inlay of the coffin lid, and slowly opened the coffin lid.

 In the coffin, there was indeed a familiar figure lying there.

 It is their junior brother, Mo Hua!

The face of the ink painting is a little pale, the eyes are deeper, and there is a hint of brilliance, which is both familiar and a little strange.

 Bai Zisheng looked happy at first, and then looked serious:

 “How do you prove that you are my junior brother?”

Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him, "Idiot!"

 Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

 This look and this familiar tone make him indeed his junior brother...

Bai Zixi said softly: "Is everything okay..."

Her expression was plain, but her eyes were like the stream under the autumn sun, warm and bright.

Mo Hua was slightly lost in thought, and then smiled brightly and said:

"It's fine."

Bai Zixi blinked and nodded.

Bai Zisheng asked curiously: "Why are you locked up here?"

"Lu Chengyun wants to kill the donkey and trick me to death." Mo Hua said.

Bai Zisheng was furious, "It's unreasonable. If you bully my junior brother, you are bullying me. If you want to kill my junior brother, you are bullying me!"

 He patted his chest and said to Mo Hua:

“Don't worry, I'll kill him for you!”

 “He is the one who builds the foundation…”

 “Building the foundation is the same as killing!”

"Fine…"

Mo Hua didn't know if he was bragging, but he was still very grateful.

"But **** a donkey by removing the mill?" Bai Zisheng asked curiously.

“Just use me as a sacrifice and use my spiritual consciousness to feed that visualization picture.” Mo Huayan explained concisely and concisely.     “What about the picture?”

 “I was 'eaten'…”

 “Why did you 'eat' again…”

Bai Zisheng was a little at a loss for words, and then muttered: "Are you Tu's sacrifice, or is Tu your sacrifice..."

“So, your consciousness has become stronger again?” Bai Zisheng said.

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded and said modestly:

 “I'm a little stronger, I have thirteen lines…”

Even Bai Zixi was startled when he heard this.

 Bai Zisheng even opened his mouth and said helplessly:

 “If you continue like this, you will really become a little monster...”

 Eight levels of qi refining, thirteen lines of spiritual consciousness built on the foundation...

He has never seen such records even among the ancestors of the Bai family.

Bai Zixi's eyes flashed slightly, and she warned: "Don't tell anyone..."

Bai Zisheng also reacted, nodded and said:

"Yes, you must never tell anyone, otherwise there will be people who want to cut open your head to see what's inside...The human heart is very sinister."

Mo Hua was shocked and nodded repeatedly, "Yeah!"

Bai Zisheng wanted to say something else, but Bai Zixi said: "Get out of here first."

 In a corpse mine, it is not a place to stay for a long time.

She and her brother came here just to find the ink paintings. Since they found the ink paintings, they naturally wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"good!"

 In the corpse mine, monks and zombies were fighting in a melee.

The sword has no eyes, the spells are intensive, and corpse poison is everywhere... There are even foundations and iron corpses fighting.

 Once affected, it is still very dangerous.

 The three of them turned invisible together and left the secret room.

Before leaving, Mo Hua thought for a moment and set up a fire array around the secret room, blowing up the secret room and blowing the entire altar, including the coffin, to pieces.

Even though he is not dead, he still wants to destroy the "corpse" and eliminate all traces.

 In other words, it was precisely because he was not dead that he wanted to "destroy the body and traces" just in case.

At the same time, the blank visualization picture was also taken away by the ink painting.

 imagine that the ancestors of the Zhang family in the picture have all been "eaten" by the ink paintings.

 This picture is blank now.

But Mo Hua felt that this picture was very strange. It could actually allow the members of the Zhang family to turn into evil thoughts after death, manifesting their corpses and parasitizing in the picture.

 This is obviously not something that ordinary monastic objects can do.

 The ink painting kept the blank visualization picture.

 In the future, study it yourself or ask a teacher.

The Taoist side is still attacking the stone palace. The Taoist soldiers take the lead in the charge and are covered by other monks.

 Zombie soldiers have a way to restrain themselves, and the threat is reduced.

Lu Chengyun then raised and refined corpses in an array of ten thousand corpses, constantly replenishing the source of corpses, and wasted them with Taoist soldiers.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the battle situation in the stone palace was chaotic.

 Foundation-building monks, Qi-refining Taoist soldiers, iron corpses, and walking corpses are fighting together...

This situation cannot be solved by Mo Hua and the three Qi Refining monks for the time being.

 The most urgent task is to get out of the corpse mine first and then consider the long term.

 The three of them turned invisible, took a circuitous route from the edge of the battlefield, and retreated out of the corpse mine.

Even though he was very careful, the corpse mine was too messy, there were many monks, and there were more zombies. He accidentally showed his mistakes and was discovered by the corpse cultivator.

 Several corpse cultivators, controlling an iron corpse, and dozens of walking corpses came to attack.

 Bai Zisheng stood behind the palace, waving his spear to block the zombies.

Mo Hua and Bai Zixi were restrained by magic and sword energy respectively. The three of them were not eager to fight, and would retreat while fighting.

Later, other monks came to help. After an hour of melee, they escaped from the corpse mine and evacuated to a cave outside.

 In the cave, Yang Jiashan, Master Yun, the skinny old man, the middle-aged monk, and other monks were all inside, discussing the matter of exterminating the corpse mine.

On the way here, Mo Hua also asked questions.

I know it was the Taoist order to suppress the corpse mine and destroy the corpse king, so that's why so many monks gathered.

 So it's not surprising to see so many people.

 A Taoist soldier brought the three Mohua people to Yang Jishan.

Yang Jishan was obviously surprised when he saw Mo Hua and learned his identity.

 He heard from Bai Zisheng that he was his "little junior brother" who had found out about the corpse mine and spread the word.

Since he is a junior fellow apprentice, he is naturally not very old.

 But he never expected that he would be so young.

The fair and tender face painted in Mo is still a bit childish.

 Looking at it, he is not much older than the disciples in his family who have just entered the school to practice enlightenment.

 Can such a child be used by Lu Chengyun? Can he be imprisoned in a corpse mine?

Can we still take the opportunity to find out information and send it out from the heavily guarded corpse mine?

How did you do it?

Yang Jishan's brows furrowed into the character “Chuan”.

Other monks also had complicated expressions when they saw the ink paintings and didn't know what to say.

 In the cave, it was a little quiet for a while...

Mo Hua looked at Yang Jishan, looking left and right. He looked familiar, and couldn't help but ask:

“Commander, do you know an uncle named Yang Jiyong?”

Yang Jishan was stunned, "Do you know my fifth brother?"

Mo Hua nodded, "We have a little friendship, and Uncle Yang also asked me to go to Yang's house to play when I have time..."

Yang Jishan frowned and recited "ink painting" twice. Suddenly, he suddenly realized, his eyes lit up and he said:

“Mo Hua! I think this name is very familiar. My fifth brother mentioned it to me a few years ago, saying that he met a very talented little formation master..."

Very talented…

Yang Jishan thought again.

At that time, his fifth brother didn't seem to be talking about anything.

At that time, he looked serious and said seriously that he met a small formation master with "terrible talent"...

　　When asked why he was so frightened, he didn't say anything. He only said that he wanted to keep it a secret.

Yang Jishan didn't take it to heart.

Yang Jiyong and him are evenly matched in terms of formations. How can we tell the difference between them? So at that time, he just listened to Yang Jiyong's words casually and didn't care.

 When I arrived at Nanyue City, I heard the name of Mo Hua and felt it sounded familiar.

Now that he heard Mo Hua mention Yang Jiyong, he remembered it.

Yang Jishan's attitude immediately softened.

He couldn't tell whether the formation talent was good or bad, but he remembered that his fifth brother also said that when he met this little formation master, he should say thank you for him, treat him well, and it would be best to win over the Yang family.

His fifth brother has a bad temper and a bit of arrogance, but he is generous and loyal. Not many people can really be attracted to him.

 This young monk can be highly praised by his fifth brother. If nothing else, at least his character is definitely not bad.

What's more, he is a formation master at a young age.

Talent is pretty good even if it's not "terrible".

He also went into danger alone and got information about the corpse mine, which was of great help.

Yang Jishan immediately said kindly:

“My little brother is frightened. I'll ask someone to prepare some wine and spiritual meat. You can eat and drink enough and have a good rest.”

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Thank you, Commander!"

Yang Jishan waved his hand and said, "There is no need to be so outgoing. You are familiar with my fifth brother, so just call me uncle."

 The ink painting followed the good and the flow and shouted crisply:

 “Uncle Yang!”

Yang Jishan smiled and nodded.

Everyone looked a little confused.

How come we've already started a friendship before even saying a few words...

　　Coming in is "Commander Yang", and in less than a cup of tea, he becomes "Uncle Yang"...

Yang Jishan, who originally had a square face and a serious expression, now has a spring breeze on his face.

 Look at how many violations there are, and how many violations there are.

 Who is this little monk?

 Everyone was whispering.

Yang Jishan then said to Mo Hua: "You can follow your senior brother and sister and go down to rest first. We still have things to discuss here..."

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Okay, then I won't disturb Uncle Yang."

Yang Jishan nodded slightly.

Mo Hua bowed and left.

Yang Jishan watched Mo Hua leave with a kind expression, then turned his head, looked at the crowd with a solemn expression and said:

 “Let's go on…”

There was a Taoist soldier who looked like a deputy commander, and he continued what he just said:

“…the zombies are getting more and more refined, and we don't have enough manpower, so we are losing our manpower…We cannot withstand the consumption, so we have to find a way to break the zombie array…”

 “An array of ten thousand corpses?”

Mo Hua, who had just walked to the door, his ears pricked up. Hearing these three words, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

The deputy commander had already lowered his voice, but Mo Hua, who was at the peak of Thirteen Patterns, had too strong spiritual consciousness. His voice was not loud, but Mo Hua still heard it.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, then turned around and asked:

“Uncle Yang, are you discussing the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation?”

Yang Jishan looked stunned and couldn't help but ask:

“Little brother, do you know the 'Ten Thousand Corpses Formation'?”

Mo Hua nodded.

Yang Jishan was startled, and then he remembered that the information was sent by Mo Hua. He knew about the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation, so it was not surprising.

“Then, this Ten Thousand Corpses Formation... are you familiar with it?”

Yang Jishan's eyes brightened slightly, and he asked with some expectation, just in case.

Mo Hua hesitated a little and said slowly:

 “It's quite… familiar.”

 What can he say...

It can't be said that the central eye of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation was painted by him...

   Thanks to Time Thief, flinng, ChanSO, and Rabbit on a Boat~

 (End of this chapter)

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