Asking About Longevity Chapter 663

 Chapter 663 Hao Xuan

 What will happen?

Mo Hua frowned and looked outside the car.

 The night is very dark outside.

 The carriage was driving on the road. Not far away on the left was a small fairy city, and on the right was a barren mountain.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and decided to go down and have a look.

 Don't let the news leak out.

Before he had time to think about it, the pain spread instantly. The monk in black wailed, then his legs broke and his body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

 “Intermediate formation?! When...”

Then some people ran away.

“I don't know if anything will happen to my senior brother and senior sister…”

That boy...

Even though he couldn't see it, there seemed to be "something" in the shadow opposite. It glanced at him, and then slowly walked towards him.

Hao Xuan looked confused.

 “Ink painting…”

The rocks are also rugged and a bit painful when stepped on.

 There is a hint of blood…

Hao Xuan closed his eyes and opened them again.

“We fought for a while, but we were outnumbered and no match, so we had to flee..."

 “…fuck…speak!”

Mo Hua showed a thoughtful gaze, then remained hidden and continued to chase.

The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were burning. There were scars all over his body, and the chains that bound him were cut into his flesh and blood.

The man in black was furious: "Is there anyone?!"

 After a while, he suddenly remembered something and said doubtfully:

“By the way, little senior brother Mo, did you kill those two monks in black?”

Hao Xuan paused and said in a cold voice: "They are all human beings..."

 “Don't…don't come over…”

Moreover, the causal qi machine is a bit dark and familiar.

Hao Xuan's eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Hao Xuan's attention was indeed diverted. He thought about it and suddenly said in surprise:

The black-clothed monk's brows couldn't stop trembling.

 The fireball stopped for a moment, but only for a moment.

 One of the men in black sneered:

 “That's it? Who hasn't…”

 “Caught, but not killed yet…”

Whether it was the black monk who was chasing him or the ink painting who rescued him...

Outside Lishan City, in order to save themselves, and to deal with the Holy Son and the group of golden elixir demon cultivators under his command, the junior senior brother and the young senior sister shattered all the longevity talismans...

 Probably not dead yet…

 Who is this person?

 Also used the fireball technique to "whip the corpse"...

Suddenly a group of low shadows appeared in front of him.

He felt a life-and-death crisis lingering over his head, forcing him to barely breathe.

 “Hao Xuan, I'm here to save you!”

He controlled the carriage to a stop, then jumped out of the car, tied the horse nearby, let go of his consciousness, and sensed the unknown aura of cause and effect.

He slowly walked into the cave entrance and looked inside. He found that the lights inside were dim and a young man was **** with blood on his face.

Mo Hua was startled.

The moonlight is cold and cold, and the knife is stained with cold light.

Mo Hua unchained Hao Xuan and gave him elixirs that could heal wounds, stop bleeding, and nourish Qi.

In a trance, he saw two men in black chasing a young man in the dark barren mountains at night.

 But Hao Xuan's ink paintings have an impression.

 There are dangers everywhere.

“I thought you only knew how to use formations...”

 Or at least not dead yet.

“The talisman of 'immortality' in your life, with the word 'immortality' in it, is really equivalent to another life…”

Mo Hua showed an innocent smile.

 After that, the two sides fought, and after a fight, the young man was defeated and was captured by the monk in black.

Hao Xuan's pupils trembled, he took a breath and said hurriedly:

“I am a direct descendant of the Hao family in Qianzhou. My parents are both in the late Jindan stage and have ancestors in the Dongxu realm…”

Mo Hua was startled, patted Hao Xuan on the shoulder, and said seriously:

 “You can't pry your mouth open…”

 “How was it discovered?”

 To be silenced…

"Before escaping, I happened to catch a glimpse of their sacks and the contents in the boxes..."

 There are also traces of cuts from spiritual weapons and burns from spells all around.

This cry seemed to be very frightening.

"ah-"

 Suddenly, the fireball technique stopped.

Isn't it true that there is no life-saving talisman?

He couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to take a look.

"what happened?"

 The land is covered with withered grass and overgrown with thorns.

“That's not right, that man was killed by fireball, and after he was killed, you still...”

“Those two people died in the formation, it has nothing to do with me...”

 Otherwise, what remains at the scene will not be blood stains, but corpses, at least flesh and blood remains...

Hao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

 “I thought I was going to hang here...”

I don't know how long it took, but under the continuous torture, the aura of the black-clothed monk gradually became weaker and even dissipated.

Mo Hua frowned, "What happened?"

After walking for a stick of incense, Mo Hua noticed something unusual, stopped, squatted down, and looked at the ground, his eyes darkening slightly.

 A moment later, the fire suddenly burst into flames.

Hao Xuan then explained the whole story:

Hao Xuan looked stubborn.

 “When did you...become so powerful?”

 There is a hidden cave nearby.

The monk in black swallowed his saliva, moved hard, and slowly walked out of the cave.

He gripped the blade of the knife tightly and stared at the entrance of the cave with a wary expression, not daring to look away for a moment.

 The gravel is messy.

 But Hao Xuan seemed to know nothing and couldn't tell anything.

There is a faint smell of blood remaining in the air, as well as a faint breath of spiritual power.

 The white sword light that hung above his head just now is still fresh in his memory.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, someone would rush into the cave and take his life.

 “There are others!”

 Be considered one of our own!

At this time, Hao Xuan, who once had a kind face, was covered with scars and was dying.

 Another monk in black immediately slapped him in the face and said sternly:

One after another fireballs cut through the night, hitting him non-stop.

 “The person being hunted!” Hao Xuan said anxiously.

 The remaining spiritual power is also more obvious.

What are the identities of these two men in black?

 A disciple of the Taixu Sect, a direct descendant of the aristocratic family, kill him at will?

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, his pupils were deep, and his consciousness was raised to the extreme. After a moment, his eyes brightened.

“An Ancestor of Dongxu can probably only plant one plant in his lifetime…”

 As he approached the entrance of the cave, there was indeed movement inside, and the aura became obvious.

"Unless my spiritual roots take over the creation of heaven and earth, and my bones shake the past and the present...or maybe my bloodline is special and I am the only incense passed down by my ancestors. I will be extinct after my death. Otherwise, it is impossible for my ancestors to plant immortality for me. It's perfect…”

 His injuries gradually improved, and his breathing gradually became calmer.

“I do have an ancestor who is in the Cave Realm, but there are many, many ancestors, great-grandchildren like me…”

This voice sounds so familiar...

And the technique is experienced and calm, and it doesn't look like a "lucky" at all...

"what happened?"

 The raised butcher knife also stopped.

 “Is someone being hunted?”

Mo Hua comforted him by saying:

 “This is what I should do, don't take it to heart…”

 The black-clothed monk who stayed in the cave shrank his pupils.

There is also a hint of murderous intent.

"Shut up!"

 The night is still so deep.

 The scene flashed by.

　　turns out to be his fellow sect…

At this moment, a clear cry suddenly came from the entrance of the cave:

Hao Xuan's face turned pale.

Mo Hua felt a shiver in his heart. He glanced with his consciousness and saw a large pool of blood on the hillside not far ahead. The rocks on the ground were shattered and some soil collapsed.

Mo Hua looked at it for a while and was suddenly startled.

 “It should be nearby…”

Hao Xuan thought Mo Hua was worried about him, so he was even more moved and comforted Mo Hua:

 Then the shadow gradually solidified, and the figure emerged, revealing a cute little face.

One of them made a gesture with a knife in his hand, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"How can I deserve such a precious talisman..."

This is…

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 But after clicking for a while, he was suddenly startled and realized something was wrong:

Hao Xuan also understood, his eyes were horrified and his face was pale.

 Everything seems so unreal.

 The injuries on his body became more and more serious.

　　The monk in black realized that he had made a mistake, so he covered his face, his face turned pale, and he did not dare to speak.

He and I live in the same discipleship. Although we don't have many interactions with each other, we are familiar with each other and have a good relationship.

The black monk's eyes were horrified:

 “How about…”

 It seemed like someone was running by at full speed.

 “I am a direct descendant of an aristocratic family, you...”

Mo Hua was shocked when he heard this.

Moreover, I also treated myself to chicken legs...

 He knew that the natal longevity talisman was valuable, but he did not expect that it would be so valuable...

The two black monks were still torturing him.

 You cannot reveal your identity.

The ink painting hides itself, following this trace of energy, walking silently towards the barren mountain on the right.

There are several vague smells in the cave.

Since he was a child, he has never suffered from this crime. He almost lost his life...

 But the smell of blood in the air also became stronger.

At that moment, he suspected that he was dreaming.

The monk in black struggled as hard as he could, but his body could not withstand the lethality of the formation, the explosion of continuous fireballs, and the burns of fire spiritual power.

 The cave also became quiet.

 The chill in the mountains is still so strong.

 The formation homework was handed in on time, his attitude was very serious, and he was very kind to others.

Mo Hua sighed, looking very worried.

 After that, there was the sound of whipping and torture. After a while, a young voice with weak breath said intermittently:

Then Mo Hua showed a "fearful" expression, "Now that I think about it, I still feel a little scared..."

Before he could think any more, one of the monks in black had already raised his butcher knife, the blade shining with a white light.

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

“Don't you have that talisman on you? It's a life-saving talisman. It's golden..."

 Am I... in a trance?

Upon seeing this, Mo Hua immediately changed the topic:

"These are all trivial matters. By the way, why are you being chased by these two people? Who are these two people?"

 The key thing is that he once called himself "little senior brother".

 “He ran away?!”

There are many disciples of the same class in Taixu Sect, and Mo Hua doesn't know them all.

 He can only wait patiently.

There are three people in total, all of whom are in the early stages of foundation building.

Hao Xuan nodded, "I see..."

Hao Xuan thought for a while, then with a serious face, he solemnly said to Mo Hua:

“Mo Hua, you saved my life. From now on, you are my dear senior brother!”

 But the shadow was getting closer and closer.

The other man in black used his body skills and chased out of the cave.

Two monks in black had their faces covered and their eyes were ferocious.

 “What exactly did you see?”

 It's a real life hanging by a thread…

One of the monks in black said angrily: "Damn it, hurry up and chase me! Don't let the news leak out!"

The two monks in black frowned.

 Only the occasional neighing of night owls makes people feel chilly.

“So, unless their end is approaching, or they have no hope of cultivating the Tao in this life, they cannot harm themselves, cut off their path, and plant such a heaven-defying longevity talisman for their descendants..."

 The boy's body was bleeding…

"We felt suspicious, so we followed them secretly..."

Hongxu has one origin and one life for his descendants.

“The five of us, as well as Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and the others, originally accepted the reward and came to the nearby fairy city to do a mission..."

There were bloodstains on the ground, which were not dry yet. It seemed that they had just been shed for a short time.

 There was clearly a fierce fighting taking place.

Mo Hua: "Well, as long as you're fine..."

The black-clothed monk's legs were cut by the golden formation's light, leaving bloodstains all over, and the hamstrings were severed.

 But his eyes were only staring at the dark night outside the cave, but he did not pay attention to his feet.

Hao Xuan shook his head and sighed:

 But after waiting for a long time, there was still silence outside the cave.

 The ink painting was focused on calculations, but suddenly he was startled.

“But it didn't take long before they were discovered. When they saw us, their faces changed drastically. They all pulled out their swords and came to kill us..."

"That was your illusion. You were injured, in a daze, and you saw it wrong..."

 There seemed to be the sound of torture inside.

 Dark night, hidden cave.

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly said curiously:

 Several people in the cave were stunned.

Youth…

If the talisman of longevity is broken, then from now on they...

 When I looked at the ink painting again, all the light and shadow were broken and completely dissipated.

 The night is deep and the mountains and forests are silent.

The ink painting uses the small five-element concealment technique to blend into the atmosphere of the surrounding earth, wood, mountains and rocks. The footsteps are silent and slowly approach the cave.

For such a precious talisman, planting one is already very luxurious. There should be no more holes. Let's plant a second one for them...

Hao Xuan was stunned for a long time, looking at the ink painting, and suddenly tears filled his eyes.

 Blood splattered everywhere.

Hao Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he became dumbfounded.

Hao Xuan was startled, "Is it the talisman of longevity?"

 It's so cruel.

"good!"

 It's not a dream…

"explain!"

 “Who else?” Mo Hua was slightly startled.

It seemed as if I woke up and when the sun shone, I would lie down on the bed where my disciples lived, and then go to class reluctantly.

“After completing the task, we went back together. But when we passed by the barren mountains, we saw a group of monks who were acting sneakily. They had their faces covered, carrying bags and pushing boxes. They didn't know what they were doing..."

The black monk died and became a corpse.

 Hao Xuan?

  But this kind of confrontation is extremely energy-consuming. The black monk suddenly felt that he seemed to be against the entire deep night.

 The formation kills people, fireballs whip corpses, hiding in the shadows, ruthless!

He just heard Hao Xuan himself say that he is a direct descendant of the Hao family and has an ancestor in the Cave Realm.

 Looking at the ink paintings, he felt like he was seeing his closest relatives...

 After the unknown black monk was killed, his body was still swallowed up by the explosion of flames.

It's too cruel…

“He also heard what he just said?”

Just when Hao Xuan was so frightened that there was no color on his face.

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

Then Mo Hua frowned and thought of his little senior brother and little senior sister...

 “Where are your accomplices?”

Mo Hua blinked and sighed:

“Actually, my cultivation level is very poor, so I am not their opponent at all. I just laid out the formation in advance, and I was able to deal with these two people by luck..."

 “Don't worry, I'll be fine.”

Only then did Hao Xuan realize that he was the only living person left in the cave.

 Then the fire started again and continued the bombardment, blasting the black monk all over his body...

He wanted to call the man's name, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them.

Mo Hua was shocked.

Following the traces of blood and breath, he chased for several more miles. After walking out of the narrow mountain road, the terrain suddenly opened up.

 “What is the purpose?”

 “Smelly boy…damn…”

 As he approached the entrance of the cave, there was a sudden flash of golden light.

But he didn't chase him out for long when there was a "bang" outside the cave, as if something exploded, and then a scream was heard, and then it became silent.

“Planting this kind of talisman will destroy the origin of monasticism…”

them…

"what to do?"

As expected by Mo Hua, the young man who was running for his life was caught up by the man in black on this wide hillside.

 The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

That sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

 “Who asked you to come?”

people?

Mo Hua's expression was startled, and then he seemed to think of something, his eyes condensed, revealing a cold light.

 It's…human trafficker again…

 (End of this chapter)

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