Asking About Longevity Chapter 550

Chapter 550 Who is the Taoist?

The sky is dark and the sunset is falling.

 A ray of sunset shone on this strange Taoist, giving off a deathly yellowish glow.

Mo Hua's breath was suffocated, and his heart was beating wildly.

 Although he had never seen this person before, he was extremely familiar with this aura.

The great demon Feng Xi who came back from the dead in Tongxian City.

The king of corpses half way through Nanyue City.

Also, when I recited the Taoist name silently, the dark and silent figure emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness...

They all have the same aura as this person.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This person is the extremely vicious Taoist from the Demon Cult that the master did not let him think about or mention...

 The deceitful man!

On the other side, a group of golden elixir demon cultivators saw this Taoist, their expressions were solemn, confused, or disdainful.

 Among them, not all of them know the trickster.

 But the old devil in blood robe knew.

He is a servant of the Holy Son. He is in the late stage of Jindan. He is very experienced and knowledgeable. Even though he has never seen it with his own eyes, he knows very well about some of the taboos of the Demon Cult.

 The trickster…

 The title of "Taoist" is not a trivial matter. It does not mean that one is qualified to be named a "Taoist" simply because of his high cultivation level and serious killing crimes.

What's more, his title is still the word "guilty".

 The blood-robed old devil's heart was solemn.

He didn't know what the trickster wanted to do. He suddenly appeared at this moment and what his intentions were, so he cupped his hands and said:

 “Senior…”

The deceitful man acted as if he had not heard anything, and kept walking towards the crowd, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time.

 The blood-robed old devil's face was as dark as water.

A demon cultivator sneered and said, "Is this person a deceitful person?"

 “Why are you so sloppy?”

 “It's like a broken settlement…”

“Looking at cultivation, it's just building a foundation?”

 “Could he be a living dead?”

 “To make things mysterious…”

 A group of demon cultivators showed disdain on their faces.

 The boundary of the Dali Mountain state is the boundary of the third-level state. It is limited by the law of heaven and Jindan is the upper limit.

They are a group of evil heretics, including more than twenty great demon cultivators in the Golden Core Realm. They are basically running rampant in this state border.

Unless there is something against the heavens such as the natal longevity talisman, they have nothing to worry about.

 But the two longevity charms were broken.

 The golden body of the Dharma was even more erased by the way of heaven.

 Such treasures are rare, let alone rare.

 So these demonic cultivators are not afraid of the deceitful people.

Even if the words are a bit rude, I don't think this person can do anything about it.

 But this Taoist was like a dead person, indifferent to everything and just moving forward.

 The steps are sluggish and the vitality is depleted.

The old devil in blood-robed frowned and couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

“Is this person really a deceitful person?”

 He stared at this "person" for a long time, and even scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing unusual.

 The spiritual mind is not strong, the cultivation level is very weak, and the physical body is in dilapidated condition.

  It doesn't look like he has the dignity of a “Taoist” from the Demon Sect at all.

 “You must have admitted your mistake, right?”

 The old devil in blood robe frowned.

The Holy Son also hesitated a little, and then asked directly:

 “Are you a deceitful person?”

The Taoist still didn't answer and kept to himself.

A red-faced demon cultivator couldn't stand it and said angrily: "That Taoist is so brave! How dare you not answer the Holy Son's question?"

 The Taoist still didn't respond.

The red-faced demon cultivator couldn't help it, stepped forward and kicked the Taoist to the ground with just one kick.

His kick was not heavy, but it still broke the Taoist's body bones.

The Taoist was struggling on the ground, trying to get up, but his limbs were uncoordinated, like a praying mantis with its body broken, which looked funny and ridiculous.

 A group of demon cultivators laughed loudly.

 Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi frowned, a little confused.

Mo Hua, however, couldn't smile at all. On the contrary, his eyes were deep and his expression became more and more solemn.

The man was still struggling, looking embarrassed and ugly.

 The old demon in blood robe looked indifferent.

When the Holy Son saw this, he didn't even bother to sneer.

The red-faced demon cultivator gained the confidence, strode forward, and trampled the Taoist's limbs with one kick after another. Then, as if he was not relieved, he pulled out a ghost knife and chopped the Taoist to **** pulp.

 Some demon cultivators said in distaste: "Why is it so bloody?"

 “You are really free...”

The red-faced demon cultivator sneered, "What do you know? This is a 'treacherous man', a Taoist in rumors. He must die in a dignified manner."

 “The one I killed was a trickster!”

The red-faced demon cultivator laughed ferociously, "If you kill the trickster, you will become famous and your reputation will shock the demon world. The next Taoist must be me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" a demonic cultivator with squinting eyes cursed.

The red-faced demon cultivator's pupils were dark, "You don't obey me?"

 “What kind of clothes do you wear? Do you deserve it?” The squinting demon cultivator sneered.

The red-faced demon cultivator stared at him blankly, "You also want to be a Taoist?"

 “What kind of person do you want to be?”

Before the slant-eyed demon cultivator finished speaking, he was suddenly startled, with a ferocious look on his face, "Nonsense, who doesn't want to be a Taoist?!"

The red-faced demon cultivator's voice was hoarse, “Wishful thinking, there can only be one Taoist!”

The slant-eyed demon cultivator looked weird and said with a ferocious smile: "That's right, that person can only be me..."

The red-faced demon cultivator was furious. He slashed with the ghost sword and the demonic aura was fierce. He immediately slashed at the slant-eyed demon cultivator, "You **** deserve it?!"

The slant-eyed demon cultivator swung his two ghost swords horizontally, and the yin energy around his body surged, and he also attacked the red-faced demon cultivator, "I am not worthy, how can you, a loser like you, be worthy?"

The two people looked violent, their swords clashed, and they started fighting as if no one was watching...

 The Holy Son looked puzzled.

 What are these two idiots fighting?

 At this time, what kind of Taoist are you fighting for?

Has your brain been eaten by a pig?

 “Stop!” the Son said impatiently.

But not only did the two men not stop fighting, but the more they fought, the more fierce they became, and the more they fought, the more vicious they were, as if they wanted to kill each other.

Other demon cultivators sneered at the show.

The demonic cultivators do whatever they want. Although they are from the same sect, they are also instigating and fighting overtly and covertly. At this time, seeing two people fighting to the death, the other demonic cultivators were indifferent.

However, the two red-faced demon cultivators fought hard, and the demonic aura of the golden elixir realm was surging, which would inevitably affect others.

A demon cultivator with a fleshy face and a huge body accidentally cut his Taoist robe to pieces by the **** sword energy of the red-faced demon cultivator.

 The demon cultivator was furious, "You bastard, are you looking for death?!"

The red-faced demon cultivator glanced at the demon cultivator with completely dark eyes, and his voice was hoarse and cold, as if he had lost all human emotions:

 “You also want to be a Taoist?”

 “Be your mother's Taoist!”

The demon cultivator's face was trembling wildly, and he was obviously very angry. His body suddenly swelled up a bit, and the muscles all over his body were knotted and as hard as fine iron. The demon cultivator was full of demonic aura, and he punched the red-faced demon cultivator to kill him.

 But at this moment, his expression was startled and his words changed:

 “Who the **** doesn't want to be a Taoist?”

The demon cultivator, full of demonic aura, also joined in the fight.

The Holy Son frowned and said sternly: "Stop!"

 But the few people who were caught in the fight did not listen to him at all.

Not only that, more and more golden elixir demon cultivators were affected by the battle and had to be involved in this absurd and weird fight...

It was only then that the Holy Son realized that something was wrong, and felt a little cold in his heart. He couldn't help but glance at the old devil in blood robe.

The blood-robed old devil's eyelids twitched slightly, he protected the Holy Son and slowly took a few steps back.

And this **** fight is becoming increasingly unstoppable...

 “I am a Taoist!”

　　“No, you don't deserve it, I do!”

 “Kill you, and I will be a Taoist!”

The two words "Taoist" seem to have magical power and are rooted in the deepest desires. All the golden elixir demon cultivators are gradually attracted by these two words:

“I practice Xuan Yin Demonic Kung Fu and practice Yin Flags, so I should be a Taoist!”

 “Xuanyin Demonic Power is worse than bullshit!”

“I practice the Tao of demons, eat human flesh, and drink human blood. I am the Taoist!”

 “Whoever is born is a Taoist!”

“Whoever dies is an ant!”

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

All the golden elixir demon cultivators seemed to have lost their minds and fell into endless, unimaginable, and crazy cannibalism...

The demonic energy is rampant and blood is scattered everywhere.

 The sunset on the horizon seems to be dyed red with blood.

 The physical body contends with magic.

 Blood Qi condenses into the sword, and Yin Qi turns into the sword.

Magic weapons are flying, including skeletons, blood flags, ghost knives, ghost swords, soul-hiding coffins, and corpse-suppressing towers...each showing their magical powers.

In order to become "Taoists", the demonic cultivators seemed to be inspired by the most primitive "evil thoughts". With great malice, they resented, hated, insulted and rebuked each other...

Even to the point of biting and biting each other until death...

They fought with all their strength, roared at the top of their lungs, and laughed ferociously.

 The entire Dali Mountain is like a demon prison on earth...

The old demon in blood robes was far away and his mind was still alive. When he saw this scene, even though he was well-informed, he was frightened and said in disbelief:

 “Tao Xin…sows demons?”

 The Son also looked horrified.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 by Dao Xin…"

 “Is this...a demon from the heart of the Tao?”

 No, that's not right.

 The Taoist demon in his mind is not like this at all...

 Far from being so powerful, and terrifying...

 Twenty golden elixir demon cultivators, without any warning, were possessed of demonic thoughts without even realizing it, and started killing each other without stopping...

 Like a pig with flesh and blood being manipulated in a slaughterhouse...

　　I don't know how I died.

This is...the trickster?

The fight between the Golden Core Demonic Cultivators went from absurd to intense, to brutal, to cruel, to lull...

The mountains and forests are in a mess, like purgatory.

 The dispute between "Taoists" has also come to an end.

 Twenty golden elixir demon cultivators were all killed and wounded.

 There was only one tall, thin, plain-looking Jindan Demon Cultivator left.

He walked up to the "Taoist" who was hacked to death by the red-faced demon cultivator earlier, peeled off the blood-stained Taoist robe of the dead man, and put it on himself.

 A strange, victorious smile appeared on his face.

 “I am a Taoist!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

Like a puppet, the Taoist moved his hands and feet uncoordinatedly, dressing up the ill-fitting Taoist robe in an even more discordant and gloomy way.

Then the Taoist walked towards the Holy Son again as before.

 It seems like we are going to finish a road that we have not finished before.

 Only this time, his steps were much lighter.

The old devil in blood-robed gritted his teeth and stood in front of the Holy Son, and said in a deep voice:

 “Senior, please show mercy!”

Seeing that the Taoist was indifferent, the old demon in blood robe continued to tremble:

 “Senior, he is the Holy Son!”

"You and I are both members of the devil's path. We should know that the status of the Holy Son is revered!"

“The Holy Son has a noble bloodline... He has the qualifications to aspire to the Dao lineage and succeed the Demon Lord. It is very likely that he will be the Demon Lord of the Demon Dao in the future. There must be no mistakes!”

"Son…"

 But no matter what he said, the "Taoist" would not stop.

It is as if he only acts according to his own thoughts, and turns a deaf ear to everyone, everything, and everything outside his heart.

Seeing that there was no room for change, the blood-robed old devil's eyes turned cold. "Okay, since you don't know what is good or bad, don't blame me for being rude!"

He sacrificed a bronze soul-keeping bell to protect his mind, and then recited the Gu curse. The **** robe around him seemed to come to life, turning into a pool of flowing blood to protect his body.

 A pitch-black magic sword floated in front of him.

This is his natal magic weapon, and it is also the most powerful, evil, and filthy standard magic weapon in the golden elixir stage of the devil's path:

Dark Demon Sword.

 The soul-guarding bell protects the heart, the blood-refining robe protects the body, and the black devil sword kills.

 The third level is within the boundary of Dali Mountain State and is under the restrictions of heaven.

The old devil in blood robes in the late Golden Elixir stage, holding these three magic treasures, is close to the limit of heaven, and the monk's combat power is at its peak!

 The old devil in blood robe stared at the Taoist and said majestically:

“Those who offend the Son of God will be killed without mercy!”

 This kind of power seemed to intimidate the Taoist.

The Taoist stopped, looked at the old devil in blood-robed robes with his dark eyes, then looked at the Holy Son, and said an indifferent word:

 “You want to protect him?”

His voice was hoarse, like dead wood, and sounded a little distorted as if there was wind leaking from his throat.

"This is natural..." said the old demon in blood robe.

"Why?"

 “Is he worthy?”

 The Taoist's face changed, and his words suddenly increased...

It clearly comes from the mouth of one person, but it seems that it is different people speaking together with different voices through the same mouth.

　　Although the tone is plain, it is mixed with all kinds of sorrow and indignation in the world.

Anger, unwillingness, hatred, sarcasm, disdain...all kinds of emotions, as thick as wine and as thick as ink, brewing together:

 “You are a golden elixir and a great demon cultivator!”

"Why do you risk your life to protect this junior?"

　　“Because he is the Son of God?”

 “He is the Son?”

 “Why is he the Son of God?”

"Why can he boss you around? Why should he make you grovel? Why should he make you a slave?"

 “By the blood of his Son?”

 “What is bloodline?”

“After death, a person is nothing but a pool of blood and a pile of rotten flesh. What does blood mean?”

　　“Why should some people be born as sons of God?”

 “And some people want to be slaves and maids?”

“Just with that putrid skin and a puddle of dried blood?”

 “Why?”

All the voices of the Taoist gathered together, making a cacophony of noise, but penetrated into the heart and asked:

 “Why can't the Son be you?”

“Why can't the devil be you?”

"Demon King and Holy Lord, would you rather have the seed?"

 “Just a pool of flesh and blood…”

“Living is the same as living, and death is the same as dying…”

 The Taoist's demonic voice reached his ears, and the blood-robed old demon's eyes trembled, his whole body trembled, and he forced himself to calm down:

 “No, no, he is the Son of God, he has the blood of the Son of God…”

The Taoist's voice was both heavy and gentle, but also had a strange indifference and endless bewitchment:

 “Then you eat him…”

 “Eat his flesh and drink his blood!”

 “Swallow his blood!”

 “You will become the Holy Lord!”

The legs of the blood-robed old demon went weak, and he couldn't help but staggered. He took a few steps back, his eyes were panicked, and his heart was shaken.

No!

 Wrong!

This Taoist is lying to me!

But…

 He clearly knew that this Taoist was lying to him!

 But there were still endless desires and impulses in his heart.

 Yes, this person is lying to himself...

 But... is he really lying to himself?

 Is what he said wrong?

 Why?

Why should I, a high-ranking golden elixir demon cultivator, have to be a humble old slave, groveling and begging for mercy?

Aren't those who cultivate demons supposed to be lawless and do whatever they want?

 What does it matter if you eat someone?

 What does it mean to eat a holy son? !

 There is a "dang" sound.

 The soul-keeping bell shattered in response to the sound.

 The heart and soul of the old devil in blood robe has been lost...

 There was great fear in his eyes.

He felt that his consciousness was divided into two halves. One part still had "reason" and knew what he couldn't do, while the other part was filled with terrible instincts and desires.

This instinct drove him, with greedy eyes, to walk towards the Holy Son step by step, as if he really wanted to...

 Eat the Son alive!

"No!"

 The blood-robed old devil was struggling with his sanity.

 He must not harm the Son!

The blood-robed old demon's expression became ferocious due to the struggle, with huge fragmentation and pain appearing on his face. Finally, his rationality returned a little, and he gradually began to control his body.

 But you can only control part of it.

 He controlled his left leg while his right leg was still walking towards the Son. He fell to the ground and controlled his left hand. His right hand was scratching the ground and crawling towards the Son.

No matter how ugly the blood-robed old devil struggled, he couldn't control himself and approached the Holy Son step by step.

The closer he gets to the Son, the stronger the murderous intention in his heart, and the deeper his hunger and thirst.

The Holy Son was already frightened and stood motionless.

 “You cannot harm the Son!”

 “The Son is so noble that there is no room for error!”

The old devil in blood robe was so cruel that he angrily cut off his meridians and disabled his limbs.

But he is a golden elixir, his meridians are severed, his limbs are disabled, but he still has blood, demonic energy, and his own magic weapon...

 As long as he lives, the Son must die.

 The old demon in blood robe looked desperate.

 “Is this...a deceitful person...”

He glanced at the Holy Son, smiled sadly, then looked fiercely, and pointed his fingers into claws, cutting off his heart. At the same time, his spiritual power was reversed, and he destroyed the golden elixir!

 Golden elixir explodes by itself, which is extremely powerful.

 In an instant, demonic energy surged and blood mist filled the sky.

The old demon in blood robe only sealed the power of self-destruction in his body in order not to hurt the Holy Son. Therefore, the blood mist was thick and powerful, but the power of the overflow was not strong.

 The old devil in blood robe is dead.

 Everyone present was shocked.

The deceitful man looked as usual, dismissing the death of the old demon in blood robes:

“If you have the guts to die, if you don't have the guts to rebel, you are too servile…”

 After saying that, he walked towards the Holy Son again, his eyes indifferent, as if looking at grass.

As if he were as noble as the Holy Son, but he was nothing more than a pile of dead bones and rotten flesh.

The frightened Holy Son finally came to his senses, his steps faltered, he fell to the ground, and struggled to retreat.

 More than twenty demonic golden elixirs were all killed at the hands of deceitful people!

Moreover, the death was strange, cruel, without warning, and impossible to prevent.

 There was no arrogance or indifference on the face of the Holy Son, but only endless fear.

 "I...I am the Holy Son...you can't kill me!"

 “No, don't be a demon in your heart!”

 “Don't plant a demon!”

 “I don't want to become neither a human nor a ghost!”

But the trickster didn't listen at all. In a few steps, he was already close to the Holy Son. A pair of long, pale, blood-stained hands slowly reached out to the Holy Son.

The Holy Son felt that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst. He racked his brains and struggled to survive:

 “No, don't kill me!”

 “I am the Holy Son, and I may be the Demon King in the future!”

"My father is the leader of the Ghost King Sect, and my mother is the Blood Jade Rakshasa..."

 But these words cannot stop the deceitful man at all.

At this moment, the Holy Son shouted, "I have the blood of a 'bloody man' and am a descendant of a **** man..."

 The hand of the deceitful man stopped.

At this time, the ink painting's eyes were slightly focused.

 He heard the name of another Taoist:

 “blood” Taoist.

I don't know if it was because of the **** man, but the crooked man lowered his hand and let the Son go.

 The Holy Son was panting for breath for the rest of his life, and then he realized that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

 The trickster brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.

By now, these crises have passed.

The Holy Son also deeply understood the importance of the word "Taoist".

He secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the trickster fearfully. Although his voice was still a little trembling, he still said respectfully:

"The Blood Taoist is my ancestor, a great demon cultivator in ancient times. You also have the title of Taoist. Therefore, I should respectfully address you as 'Uncle Master'?"

 The deceitful people pay no attention to it at all.

 He turned his head and looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi. There was a different emotion in his dark pupils.

 Then, he walked towards Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi step by step.

His voice, although a bit choppy and stiff, his tone lost its weirdness and became normal:

“You are my junior brother's disciples?”

 “Still…my junior sister's child…”

"I want you to lead the way and take me to meet...my junior brother."

 Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked pale.

 Aunt Xue looked even more frightened.

  She knew that this was by no means as simple as “leading the way”.

 The trickster wants to catch Zi Sheng and Zi Xi and use them as bargaining chips!

The deceitful person acts erratically and is cruel and cruel.

 He doesn't care about old feelings.

Once captured by a deceitful person, life or death is unknown, misfortunes and fortunes are unpredictable, and it is very likely that you will never come back...

Even if you come back, you are likely to be "demon-sown in the heart of the Tao" and controlled by it, and your life will be worse than death...

Aunt Xue felt pain in her heart and was extremely anxious, "Senior..."

 But soon, she found that she couldn't speak, and she couldn't even move a finger.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also unable to move.

The trickster approached them step by step, with a calm expression, and stretched out his long and **** palm, trying to catch the two of them...

Aunt Xue was so anxious that she couldn't help but vomit blood.

 The surroundings were deathly silent.

At this moment, a crisp but abrupt voice sounded:

 “Uncle…”

This voice broke the dead silence.

The trickster turned his head and found a young monk standing not far away. His expression was calm, his eyes were clear and somewhat profound.

 “I'll take you there.” Mo Hua said.

 The trickster looked at the ink painting with cold eyes and didn't care.

 Suddenly his heart palpitated.

 How could I... not care?

How could I...miss this little thing...

The Taoist Man looked at the ink painting and calculated it carefully. He felt that the clouds and fog disappeared, the cause and effect were reversed, and a small figure gradually appeared in his mind.

"This is...the person who was hidden by my junior brother..."

The treacherous man's dark eyes trembled slightly.

"Okay..." A vivid and strange expression appeared on the trickster's face, "Follow me..."

 With you, it's enough…

Mo Hua nodded.

 “Junior brother!” Bai Zisheng was anxious.

Bai Zixi's eyes also trembled, and she said eagerly: "Ink painting!"

 Aunt Xue bit her lip, unable to do anything.

Mo Hua smiled gently at them, waved his hand and said:

“Brothers and sisters, please go back first. I will go see Master with my uncle...”

The trickster glanced at Mo Hua in surprise, then turned around and staggered forward.

Mo Hua followed behind him.

 The sun has set.

Two figures, one big and one small, one strange and the other innocent, step by step, walked towards the way they came...

 (End of this chapter)

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