Asking About Longevity Chapter 625

Chapter 625 Back Mountain

 In the Taixu Sword Tomb, the old man's eyes changed.

 “Since ten thousand years ago…”

“The secret of heaven is filthy and the spiritual consciousness of the people is weak. It is impossible for there to be any divine beasts..."

"In the end what happened?"

 A cloud of fog hangs in my mind.

The old man's mind turned into a sword to deduce the root cause of the disappearance of evil spirits.

The spiritual thought is like a sword, breaking through the fog in an instant, and then the scenery changes, and the eyes are filled with blood.

The sky was as red as blood, and among the mountains of corpses, a ferocious and majestic king among the corpses was bound by chains, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes are filled with violence, blood, and twisted Tao Yun.

 “What a sin!”

 All the walking corpses and iron corpses that touched the light of the sword were crushed into powder and strangled to death.

 The mountain behind is silent, the sword tomb is desolate, and the ground is full of broken swords.

 As if nothing happened.

The old man with a long beard shook his head and said: "The little evil spirit entered my body. I wanted to deduce the cause and effect and kill it with one sword, but somehow, out of nowhere, an evil spirit was killed..."

Mr. Xun heard this and said with a serious expression:

The Corpse King is surrounded by cause and effect, and seems to exist in another layer of illusion.

In the blink of an eye, it followed the obscure chain of cause and effect, bullied the old man, opened its **** mouth, and bit the old man's arm.

 This sword cuts cause and effect.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his skinny face revealed a hint of pride.

 “The murderous intention is shaking, and the spiritual thought turns into a sword!”

 “What happened?”

“Otherwise, with my remaining spiritual thoughts and deficient Dao heart, I am afraid that it will have been polluted and become a puppet of Dao evil. The body is a human, and the Dao heart has become a corpse..."

 The old man with the long beard breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling chilled in his heart.

 The old man's eyes were horrified.

 The mountains of corpses and seas of blood disappeared in an instant.

Only the old man in the middle seemed to have an unstable Taoist mind, and his consciousness was overflowing. A sword intent containing terrifying murderous intent was stored but not released, which made people shudder.

Mr. Xun took a deep breath when he saw this.

He looked at the old man in the sword tomb, with complicated emotions in his eyes, and then sighed, "Brother, you drew your sword again..."

"If it weren't for this sin, the realm would be low, and it would only be half a step, and it would not be a complete body yet..."

 The boundless walking corpses and iron corpses invaded his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide, biting his consciousness without fear of death.

A trace of twisted, blood-red Tao Yun is entangled in it.

 The old man frowned and struck again with his sword.

 In a moment, a dark wind suddenly rose.

　　After a long time, he relied on his advanced cultivation to forcibly stabilize his Taoist mind, suppress his murderous intention, and his expression returned to normal, but his mind was still contaminated by the "corpse poison" of cause and effect.

 But it seemed to be cut into an empty space.

Taixu's sword intention is as majestic as the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens. It cuts away with one sword, breaking the chain of cause and effect, and also breaking the evil sign of the Blood Sea of ​​the Corpse King.

The injury was not serious, but a trace of bloodthirsty evil thoughts seeped into his sea of ​​consciousness, eroding his Taoist heart and giving him an icy murderous intention.

His spiritual thoughts condensed into awe-inspiring sword intentions, like chaos in two instruments, Taixu flowed, and the mysterious sword light bloomed in an instant, strangulating out.

 But this kind of murderous intention with swordsmanship cannot be detected by ordinary monks.

The long-bearded old man raised his head, glanced at Mr. Xun, and said with a wry smile:

 “I didn't expect it to be...an evil act.”

 The mountains are filled with sword tombs, but there is nothing out of the ordinary.

 The entire Taixu Mountain elders and disciples were still sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was happening in the forbidden area.

"This is?!"

Seeing the tide of corpses being wiped out by the light of the sword, the Corpse King roared and the chains of cause and effect trembled around his body.

At the same time, the elder in the middle, Mr. Xun, who was reading at night by candlelight and turning over the formation book, his expression suddenly changed.

The white-haired and long-bearded old man's face was pale, as if he was restraining something. On his face, the sword energy was flowing horizontally and murderous intent was flowing.

Mr. Xun's face was as sinking as water. He stretched out his hand and drew a dark crack in the void. Then he stepped into the crack. When he reappeared, he already appeared in the sword tomb in the forbidden area behind the mountain.

This sword struck the corpse king.

 But the old man knew that there was a bite mark in his consciousness.

 Mr. Ke Xun knows.

The old man showed determination, and his spiritual thoughts turned into swords, and he slashed away with one sword.

Mr. Xun's eyes were solemn, “Someone is planning to cultivate evil?”

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head, "It doesn't look like it. It doesn't look like a deliberate act to cultivate evil. It looks more like..."

“I was cutting the cause and effect with my sword, but I accidentally touched something I shouldn't have touched, violated a taboo, and offended this evil beast…”

Mr. Xun was puzzled, "Causation is evil?"

The old man with a long beard nodded and said: "This half-footed evil... seems to be 'dead', but its resentment cannot be eliminated, and it is lodged in some 'thing'..."

"Dao Ni...is already dead?" Mr. Xun frowned even more tightly, "In this land, under the Dao Code, how could Dao Ni die so easily?"

“Who is so powerful that he can circumvent the laws of heaven and kill evildoers?”

The long-bearded old man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, with a solemn expression, and said slowly:

 “Everything in the world must die as soon as it is born.”

“Dao evil is just the product of the abnormality of the Dao. Under the law of heaven, one is invincible, but it does not mean that it is an immortal thing..."

“It can live, and naturally it can die.”

“It's just that I didn't expect that even though I was guarding the Sword Tomb and not leaving the mountain, I would be bitten by Dao Evil for no apparent reason…”

The old man with a long beard raised his head, looked at the starless night sky, and sighed:

“The man died, and the immortal fate of Guixu's sky burial appeared in the world. The heavenly secrets turned silently, and there were more and more unpredictable things..."

Mr. Xun frowned.

 In Qianxue Prefecture, the family is prosperous and the peace is long-lasting. Indeed, it has been a long time since I heard the word "dao evil".

 Now it sounds like it feels like a world away.

Old Mr.

 “What kind of evil is it?”

 “In the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, there is a corpse king…”

 The Corpse King…

Old Mr.

“Senior brother, are you okay?”

 The old man coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice:

"It will be good to rest for some time...Although the present time is different from the past, a single evil act of karma will not cause serious damage to my mind..."

 After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough a few times.

 His breath gradually weakened, as if his original injury had worsened.

Mr. Xun couldn't bear it and sighed:

“Senior brother, use your spiritual thoughts to turn into swords... don't use them anymore.”

 “I know what's appropriate…”

 “Senior brother!”

 The old man with a long beard looks indifferent.

Mr. Xun sighed, his eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "You should know better than me when cultivating the sword of spiritual thoughts. Although the sword is transformed from spiritual thoughts, it can cut both tangible objects and invisible gods. but…"

“Success is determined by the sword's will, failure is also determined by the sword's intention.”

"This sword intention is not the external sword weapon, but your own spiritual thought."

“Once the sword intention is released, it will either hurt others or hurt itself. Even when it hurts others, it will also consume its own spiritual thoughts.”

“Ordinary sword masters use swords to kill people. If the sword is damaged, it can be repaired. If the sword is broken, it can be recast. If the sword is destroyed, just make another one..."

 “But the mind is different…”

“The mind of the spirit turns into a sword. If the sword is damaged, the spirit will be injured. If the sword is broken, the spirit will be silent. If the sword is broken, the spirit will be dead..."

 “This is not the most terrifying thing…”

 “The most terrifying thing is…”

Mr. Mr.

Mr. Xun felt a pain in his heart and could not continue speaking.

The old man with a long beard smiled bitterly and laughed at himself:

“...Even like me, no one is human, no ghost, no ghost, just keep my skin and paint myself in prison..."

 “Senior brother…”

"I know…"

The long-bearded old man sighed, "I know, this sword art can no longer be practiced..." "I am the last person to practice this sword art..."

“From now on, all disciples of the Taixu Sect are not allowed to practice the 'Sword Art of Spiritual Thought Transformation', nor are they allowed to tell them about the existence of this sword art…”

 “This inheritance ends with me.”

　　"Follow me and be annihilated and die together in this Taixu Sword Tomb."

 “But, I'm not dead yet…”

The old man with a long beard has a withered face, but his eyes are full of sharpness:

 “I am still the successor of Taixu Sword Technique…”

"Those evil spirits that offend me, the murderous intentions derived from divine thoughts, cause and effect, and heavenly secrets, I have to kill them with my sword..."

 “Even if the divine will is lost, even if the **** dies and the Tao disappears…”

 “This is also the last thing I can do.”

Mr. Xun felt both admiration and sadness in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh and comforted:

“In the Qianxue Prefecture, the families are well-established, the sects are prosperous, and there are some demons and demons. The young people dare not offend the eight gates..."

 “Senior brother, you don't have to...”

The old man with a long beard looked cold and chuckled: "Do you believe these words yourself?"

Mr. Xun was startled.

The long-bearded old man looked at Mr.

“Our Taixu Sect has no inheritance of Tianji algorithm at all.”

“I, the Taixu Sect, have never relied on algorithms, but on swordsmanship...”

“If there is an invasion by demons and evil spirits, use Taixu Divine Mind to turn into a sword to kill the evil spirits, cut off the cause and effect, and isolate the dangers in the heaven..."

 “We can only kill…”

“We cannot learn or master real algorithms, so some things cannot be seen at all…”

Mr. Xun was silent.

 He also knew in his heart that what his senior brother said was the truth.

 The Tianji algorithm is far superior to the array algorithm.

 Those inferences I made are only based on the formation algorithm, not the real secret algorithm, so I can only get a glimpse of some cause and effect, but I cannot get a glimpse of the root cause...

The old man with a long beard added: "Since you can't calculate it and only look at it with your eyes, how do you know that the so-called prosperity is the truth?"

Mr. Xun frowned, "My Taixu Sect is not proficient in algorithms, but other sects..."

The old man with a long beard shook his head, "The entire Qianxue State, whether it is the array algorithm or the Tianji algorithm, has declined..."

“In the former Qianxue Prefecture, formations were prosperous, monks had a firm heart, and had the world in mind, so Tianji monks emerged in large numbers..."

 “But now…”

“Although the algorithm is there, the aristocratic families and sects only consider their own selfish interests, not the common people, nor destiny.”

“The elders who control the important positions of the sect and even the aristocratic family live off the profits and get rich. There are some things that they cannot see at all, or in other words, they do not want to see or do not want to see.”

 “If the desire for profit clouds the heart, the secret of heaven will be obscured.”

“Once the way of heaven is obscured, the demons from outside the territory and the wild evil gods will be ready to move, using the human heart as a breeding ground to overrun and breed..."

The old man with a long beard looked indifferent:

“Those people only see the appearance of prosperity and cannot see the foundation of decadence...”

“What's more, I couldn't predict the corruption of people's hearts and the terrible evil spirits in the divine cause and effect...”

"One day, these evil spirits will destroy our Taixu Sect's orthodoxy."

“I am still alive, and I can still kill him with my sword.”

 “If I die, what will happen...”

The old man with a long beard has an indifference about death, but he also reveals a bit of sadness.

Mr. Xun sighed deeply when he heard this:

 “Senior brother, I'm serious about what I'm saying…”

“There are countless strong people in Qianxue Zhoujie. There will always be a way. You don't have to think too much. It's better to rest and recuperate...”

The old man with the long beard was silent and kept his mouth shut.

Mr. Xun said nothing more, but his eyes were filled with worry.

The things you can't see are the scariest things...

 He sighed, turned and left.

I don't know how much time passed, but the old man with a long beard slowly opened his eyes again, rubbed a broken sword at his hand, and murmured in a low voice:

"sorry…"

 “I want you to accompany me…”

“We 'died' together in this sword tomb…”

 The ancient broken sword was also silent, a dead silence.

 The whole back mountain is deserted and lonely.

 In the dark sword tomb.

The old man was sitting on the ground, surrounded by broken swords and densely covered with ancient chains, as if he was using the swords as a formation to imprison himself in the Taixu Forbidden Land, from which he would never be able to escape.

 The disciples are in the middle.

 The ink painting of "Little Divine Beast" "eats" the demon, digests it, and then rests for a while.

 At dawn the next day, I went to class as if nothing was wrong.

The secret of heaven is obscure and the cause and effect is latent.

He didn't know yet that an ancestor of the sect was bitten by the corpse king he kept on his body.

 He continued to practice and attend classes as always.

 It's just that there is one more thing in my spare time:

 Accept the second-level formation mission and earn merit!

Mr. Mr.

During the ten-day break, I took on the task of arresting the guilty cultivator, although I earned a lot of merit.

  But in comparison, it is definitely more cost-effective to draw the second-level formation and earn merit.

 After all, there are only two days during the ten-day break, and I only have time to complete one task.

 But there are eight days of classes in the sect. As long as you are free, you can take on tasks and draw formations every day.

What's more, the two are not in conflict.

 I usually draw formations to earn merit, and when I have a ten-day break, I go out to "relax".

 Catch a few bad guys, continue to experiment and improve the "iron plate", seize a few more spells, and earn more merit.

With this two-pronged approach, you can earn more merits faster...

 For the second-level formation tasks, you no longer need to find Senior Sister Murong. Mo Hua can take it on his own.

 He stared at Taixu Ling, always looking for a mission.

Just applied all morning, and as expected, no one was willing to give him the task...

 In the Taixu Order, there will be entries recorded under the names of the disciples, with explanations attached under the entries.

 There is a new entry under the current name of Mo Hua:

 A second-grade primary formation master.

Under this entry, there will be some explanations, recording how many formations Mo Hua drew, how many tasks he took over, how well he completed them, etc...

 This is considered a record of meritorious service.

It can also be regarded as a proof of qualifications.

Kemo Hua's entry for “Second Grade Elementary Formation Master” is now empty.

 Because he has not taken over any second-grade formation tasks in the Taixu Order so far, and has never drawn a second-grade formation, so this entry is naturally empty.

In other words, he is a complete "newcomer".

 Hence, other people's formations are usually not drawn by him.

Ink painting can only keep lowering the requirements, from the second grade and thirteen patterns, to the second grade and twelve patterns, and then to the second grade and eleven patterns...

 But since he has little “qualification”, no one agrees to give him the task.

Mo Hua was not convinced, so he persevered and kept applying...

 Finally, after applying nearly thirty times, I finally successfully received the first task:

 The second-grade ten-pattern formation, the fireworks formation.

Mo Hua sighed.

 The second grade and ten lines are really too low-end!

 But there is no way, everything is difficult at the beginning.

 If you don't make small steps, you won't reach a thousand miles. If you don't start with low-level formations and accumulate “qualifications”, others won't let you draw higher-end formations.

 Mo Hua calmed down and began to calm down, preparing to complete his first second-level formation task in Taixu Sect...

 (End of this chapter)

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