Asking About Longevity Chapter 702

Chapter 702 Golden Marrow

 The little whitebait swam away.

Mo Hua didn't care. While the nightmare was still alive and the River Temple collapsed, he continued to rummage through the altar, not letting go of any of the bottles, jars, and candles.

 After searching for a long time, I still found nothing.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, and then he sat down on it.

 He felt a mysterious feeling.

 In the dark, it seemed that something was being communicated.

  But that's all.

I don't know if it was because the altar was destroyed by me and the altar table was overturned, so even if I sat on it myself, I didn't feel much.

Unlike the altar in Bishan Demon Cave, as soon as I sat on it, there were demons looming over me, the divine essence was coming to me, the infinite mystery was gathered into myself, and my spiritual consciousness felt comfortable.

Mo Hua looked at the messy altar and sighed helplessly.

"Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan, please protect me..."

 The sky and the earth hung upside down again, and the mind changed.

Mo Hua looked around and saw that there were quite a few monks from the Gu family, all with beards and tails. Yu Dahe was also awake. It seemed that nothing was wrong, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "You don't understand the matter of the Formation Master even if I tell you about it. Just remember what I just said."

Seeing that Mo Hua woke up, everyone was relieved.

 He held his two sons tightly in his arms, with a look of confusion and anxiety on his face. He couldn't distinguish the situation and had no idea whether his two sons were dead or alive.

Mo Hua said: "My consciousness is not quite used to it yet. Go back to rest and recuperate. It will be fine after some time."

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found that Gu An and Gu Quan were looking at him with concern.

 Happiness in the river.

Mo Hua glanced at the two children, nodded slightly, and said:

 But Yu Dahe is still worried.

Mo Hua was afraid that he would be hurt by the beating, so he wrapped a thick cotton cloth around the stick.

Gu Quan took the stick, looked at each other with confusion, and asked in a low voice:

"I will meditate later. If my expression becomes abnormal and my eyes become evil, you can use this black cloth to seal my forehead."

Yu Dahe was completely relieved at this moment, and then he was overjoyed, his eyes turned red, and he kept saying:

 “Thank you, thank you Mr. Mo...”

　　The head of the river **** was cut off by himself.

Yu Dahe panicked again and hurriedly looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua then gritted his teeth and handed the stick to Gu Quan, but he did not forget to warn:

 “It's okay now, the soul is back…”

 “Young Master, what on earth are you going to do?”

"Um."

Since you have brought them here, you must also bring them back safely.

Gu An looked around and whispered: "Young Master, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. How about we go back first?"

As soon as Mo Hua finished speaking, the two children murmured softly.

 If you are not physically cultivated and have fine skin and tender flesh, you don't need to be beaten.

 “Remember to be gentle when you start...”

 The time is up, and the River Temple begins to collapse.

“Little Master Mo, are you okay?” Gu An asked.

 The nightmare began to twist.

Mo Hua said, then he took out a black cloth strip with several patterns on it, and then took out a stick with a thick cotton cloth wrapped around it.

Mo Hua was also relieved.

Gu Quan nodded slowly.

 It seems that's the end of it…

But the two children still didn't wake up. They just frowned, tried to open their eyes but couldn't, and fell asleep again.

“If I go crazy, you can knock me out with this stick!”

Mo Hua also felt a strong repulsive force. If he didn't leave, his consciousness would be annihilated along with the dream.

Although this river temple still looks eerie, it is no longer scary.

 Everything must have a beginning and an end.

 Compared with this, there are still some things to deal with.

Ink painting no longer resisted and slowly closed his eyes.

Mo Hua thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I have something else to do..."

Others were wise and did not ask any more questions, but looked on guard to protect Mo Hua.

 After being fully prepared, Mo Hua meditated on the spot, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, the incarnation of Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts opened his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

 He planned to refine the evil thoughts of the River God first.

The river **** was seemingly dead, turned into a pool of blood and evil thoughts, and was swallowed up by the ink painting.

 But the way of the gods is unpredictable.

 Mo Hua was not sure whether the river **** was really dead, so he thought of refining his evil thoughts first, "eating" them and wiping them clean, so as to completely eliminate future troubles and avoid long nights and nightmares.

 The huge evil thoughts of the river **** were swallowed up by the ink painting.

As the dream returned to consciousness, I entered the sea of ​​consciousness of ink painting.

 The ink painting directly uses spiritual thoughts to form a fire formation, and begins to burn these evil thoughts bit by bit.

The River God's spiritual thoughts are very strong, but a large part of his spiritual thoughts are all fishy and evil thoughts.

 Ink painting must completely refine the evil thoughts, abandon the evil spirits, remove the filth and retain the true, and retain the pure spiritual thoughts, so that they can be truly swallowed up and completely digested.

Evil thoughts are scarlet, incinerated by the fiery red formation, turned into wisps of white smoke, and sucked into the belly of the ink painting.

This white smoke is actually not clean. There are still many instinctive evil thoughts left in it. After being devoured, it continues to erode the will of ink painting.

 Ink painting just follows the usual practice of using these evil thoughts to temper his Taoist heart.

　　Amidst the torrent of evil desires, keep your true heart.

 Keep your humanity amidst the hidden evil pollution.

 The body and mind are one, as clear as a mirror.

This kind of perseverance in the Taoist heart is extremely testing one's concentration, but fortunately, ink painting has become accustomed to it, and even somewhat accustomed to it.

Thousands of evil things have happened in my heart, leaving no trace behind.

In this way, he burned evil spirits, absorbed spiritual thoughts, and tempered his Taoist heart.

 His Taoist heart is getting firmer little by little.

his spiritual consciousness is also getting stronger day by day.

 A dignified second-grade river **** with extremely powerful spiritual thoughts. Although he has been corrupted and most of them are evil thoughts, after refining and purifying, the remaining pure spiritual thoughts are still very impressive.

Just like this, I don't know how long it took, the evil thoughts in the blood river were gradually burned away, and the wisps of smoke from the spiritual thoughts were also swallowed up one by one.

 All kinds of evil desires welled up in his heart, but they were suppressed by Mo Hua with his firm Taoist heart.

 A whole second-grade fish-headed river **** was "eaten" by the ink painting.

 Mo Hua was a little stuffed.

With the nourishment of a whole river god, his consciousness has taken a big step forward.

 The realm of the Seventeenth Line of Divine Consciousness was previously separated by a chasm, as far as the horizon, but now it seems to be very close.

It's just that despite “eating” so much, there is still a barrier between the sixteenth and seventeenth lines, and I was unable to cross it after all.

Mo Hua sighed, feeling helpless.

From the sixteenth line to the seventeenth line, from the middle stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment, there seems to be only one line between the spiritual consciousness, but this line is really like a cliff and a natural chasm.

If you do not rely on the improvement of your realm to drive the growth of spiritual consciousness, but simply rely on yourself to find a solution.

It is really as difficult as climbing to the sky to hone your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, to devour evil spirits one after another, to strengthen your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, like water dripping through a stone, to break the bottleneck.

 Fortunately, now, it's only a little short.

But Mo Hua then thought again, it might look like "a point", but no one knows how many thresholds are hidden in this point.

 “Take your time, it should be soon...”

Mo Hua sighed, suppressed his anxiety, and gradually calmed down.

Now that he was full and still a little full, he thought about digesting the food first, consolidating it, and then exiting the sea of ​​consciousness.

 In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the ink painting concentrates on concentration, closes the eyes and meditates, and visualizes one's own body.

 It not only digests the spiritual thoughts, but also completely consolidates the Taoist mind.

Time passed bit by bit. I don't know how long it took. When Mo Hua closed his eyes and knew nothing, a large shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

This shadow, dark and blood-red, has a terrifying aura, but is silent.

 Hand ink painting, sitting and meditating, defenseless.

 The shadow spreads from the small figure in the ink painting, gradually grows in size, and manifests into a huge evil shadow.

 The shadow is like a sinful swamp, filled with black water, and an ugly goat-horned monster with huge mouth slowly emerges from it.

The monster slowly opened its **** mouth and swallowed the ink painting in front of it silently.

 The ferocious huge mouth completely covered the small ink painting.

Just when it was about to swallow the ink painting, a figure suddenly flashed in front of it, and the ink painting disappeared.

The monster was stunned for a moment, and its two big ugly eyes focused upward, and he saw a child standing above his head.

 The child lay on top of its head, with his head hanging upside down, staring into its big eyes, complaining a little:

 “Why did you just come out? I've been waiting for you for a long time.”

The monster's pupils changed dramatically, and he shook his head violently, trying to shake off the ink painting.

Mo Hua held the monster's horns in one hand and stuck them to its head like sticky candy.

At the same time, Mo Hua grasped his right hand out of thin air.

 Endless golden edges gathered in his hand, forming an ancient but terrifying pale golden sword of spiritual thought.

The monster's pupils almost bulged, and it struggled even more violently.

 But with its huge body, it cannot get rid of the ink painting at all.

The ink painting was not verbose, it was clean and tidy. With a small hand poke, the pale golden light condensed into a golden thread and pierced directly into the monster's eyebrows.

On the small golden sword, several rays of golden light burst out, directly piercing the monster's head.

 Spiritual thoughts turned into swords, extremely sharp.

The monster struggled, roared in pain, and clawed at the ink painting.

Mo Hua jumped up and down on its head, his body as light and natural as water, dodging all these killing moves one by one, and then stabbed the top of its head with another sword.

Sharp golden light pours down from the top of the head, and the sword light blooms, invincible, strangling the flesh and blood transformed from the monster's inner evil thoughts.

The monster roared in fear, its injuries worsened, and its movements became slower and slower.

 Take advantage of its illness and kill it!

Ink Hua stabbed a few more times with his sword, and the sword energy transformed from his spiritual thoughts overflowed, cutting vertically and horizontally, cutting a large monster with evil thoughts into four pieces, and finally turned into a puddle of black water, paralyzed on the ground, lifeless. .

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, temporarily calm down.

The ink painting fell lightly to the ground, pointing at the black water on the ground with a golden sword, "Come out, I know you are not dead."

The black water trembled, and then a black shadow slowly emerged from it.

The entire black shadow was condensed from the filthy black water, transforming into a pitch-black water demon. It looked somewhat similar to the river god, also with a fish head and a human body.

 But there are horns on the head, above the fish head, the mouth protrudes, and the fangs are rolled up, like...a sheep's mouth?

Mo Hua frowned, then suddenly realized.

This seems to be the remains of the Great Desolate Evil God.

But this divine skeleton is a little different. It seems to be parasitic on the river **** and gradually assimilates with the river god, so it is closer to...an evil god?

The Black Water River God looked at the ink painting coldly, with alert eyes.

His voice is the same as that of the River God, with a slight sound of a water demon, but it is thicker and more gloomy.

 “Little devil, when did you find me?”

Mo Hua hummed in his heart.

This trip to the fishing village, I came here for you.

Moreover, when deducing cause and effect, I saw that you were hiding in the dark and plotting against my senior swordsman from Taixu Sect. How could he not know about your bad habits?

Of course, Mo Hua would not tell such a big truth.

Mo Hua just said: "You hid it really well. I just discovered it."

 The Blackwater River God looked ugly.

It is sure that this kid is definitely lying.

 The key point is that this kid lied without any hesitation. He really just said it.

But now the situation is unfavorable. After seeing the power of the sword transformed by spiritual thoughts, I know that I am invincible. The Blackwater River God said:

“I was rash, my fellow Taoists, can we all stop?”

Mo Hua snorted coldly and said nothing.

Heishuihe God said: "What do you want?"

Mo Hua had an unhappy look on his face, "You sneaked into my sea of ​​​​consciousness, cowardly and wanted to plot against me, and you asked me what I wanted?"

"Don't you think it's rude to do this?" "Should I apologize and make amends to show my sincerity?"

Blackwater River God thinks ink painting is childish.

But it had seen the way Mo Hua pressed the River God's head and cut off the River God's head with a sword. It knew that this kid was cruel and could never be truly childish.

 When you think he is childish, it is actually you who is childish.

Blackwater River God wrinkled his ferocious eyebrows and asked: "How do you want me to show my sincerity?"

"I'm young and not greedy," Mo Hua said with a smile, "Just give me some good things."

The Blackwater River God's eyes darkened slightly, and he was a little confused, "What is it?"

 “Naturally...”

Mo Hua smiled slightly, with a hint of sharp sword light in his eyes.

 “Your essence!”

 As soon as the word "divine marrow" came out, the expression of the Black Water River God changed drastically.

 It is 100% sure at this time, this little brat, he really knows everything!

 The origin of the divine order.

 The essence of the avenue.

 This is the core taboo of the gods.

 But this little brat, he actually blurted out that he wanted to ask for the marrow!

 There must be a traitor among the gods who told all the secrets to this little scourge!

Heishui River God was startled, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the surrounding situation. He looked intently and saw that at some point, formation patterns appeared on the ground and formed a formation.

 Its divine body has been locked in the dungeon formation.

not good!

Blackwater River God's evil thoughts surged and he immediately broke free from the dungeon formation.

In just this moment, Mo Hua had already flashed and was close to him, and the golden sword made of divine thoughts in his hand danced with sword light.

The sword light was so sharp that it "divided" the Blackwater River God into pieces again.

After the Black Water River God was "dismembered", he turned into a pool of black water.

Mo Hua frowned.

Although this evil thought was turned into a sword by divine thought, it was cut into pieces and obviously weakened, but it still did not die out.

Sure enough, a moment later, the Blackwater River God appeared again.

Mo Hua wondered: "How come you won't die?"

The Blackwater River God's face changed, and he felt strong fear in his heart.

 He didn't expect that the sword turned into a spiritual thought would be so powerful.

Especially this sword move, in the hands of this kid with extremely strong and profound spiritual thoughts, it makes up for the balance of his spiritual thoughts, but the disadvantage of not being able to kill to the extreme, becomes even more terrifying.

This kid's spiritual thoughts are so strong that he has shown signs of "Taoism" and is even comparable to "gods".

That sword cultivator hundreds of years ago was strong in killing, but his spiritual thoughts were weak, so it was easy to deal with him.

 As for this kid, his spiritual thoughts are very strong.

Not to mention whether we can sneak attack him from the shadows.

Even if there is a sneak attack, it may not be able to severely damage him.

As long as he backhands and uses his spiritual thoughts to turn into swords, even if he is the incarnation of the evil god, he is no match for him.

Unless you are in a higher realm, use a higher-level divine skeleton to hatch a more powerful incarnation of the evil god, and rely on the advantages of divine grade and divine level to forcibly kill it with thunder.

 Otherwise, there is nothing he can do with just the second-grade Evil God incarnation...

 When he thought of this, the Blackwater River God himself was startled for a moment.

 “Only based on” the incarnation of the second-grade evil god…

 When did the incarnation of a dignified evil **** want to be so unconfident and cautious in trying to wipe out the spiritual thoughts of a human monk that he had to use the word "merely"?

 The Blackwater River God was angry and frightened.

 At present, it seems that this child has only lived for a mere ten years, and his spiritual thoughts are so strong.

If he is allowed to live for dozens, or even hundreds of years, and his spiritual thoughts are further enlightened, then what's the point?

The Blackwater River God's ferocious eyes flashed with a trace of sinister intent.

 “Ask you,” Mo Hua said, “Why don't you die?”

Blackwater River God's eyes were gloomy and he sneered, but did not answer.

 Can't answer his words…

 This son knows a lot about the things of the gods, and his mind is cunning and cunning.

　　Can't let this kid know the secrets of Shinto anymore.

"not talking…"

Mo Hua frowned.

 He looked at the Black Water River God for a while, and there was a faint aura in his black and white eyes.

Without speaking... do you think you can't guess it?

This Blackwater River God should be the true incarnation of the Great Wilderness Evil God. He is only in the second-level realm, and may not be the same as the divine skeleton.

Mo Hua speculates that the incarnation of the evil **** was hatched from the "god's skeleton".

 This is what happened in the small fishing village.

 A certain "divine corpse" of the Great Wild Evil God, through evil means, polluted and parasitized the body of the original river **** in the fishing village, and used the river god's divine body as a breeding ground to hatch the "evil **** incarnation".

The incarnation of the evil **** itself contains the original will of the evil god.

The Evil God of the Wilderness has monstrous evil thoughts, and his own strength must be very terrifying.

 Its original will is naturally difficult to erase.

Although I can use my spiritual thoughts to turn into swords and cut them into pieces, I can't completely kill them.

 This is also the reason why the Black Water River God is confident even though he is not his opponent.

　　Can cut it down, but cannot destroy it.

 As long as it cannot be eliminated, it will be rooted in one's own sea of ​​consciousness and continue to pollute and spread.

 You can only commit a thief in a thousand days, but there is no way to guard against a thief in a thousand days.

No matter how firm your Taoist heart is, it will be polluted by evil thoughts endlessly. Sooner or later, one day, your Taoist heart will lose control, you will be enslaved by evil gods, and become a puppet of evil desires.

 This should be the plan of the incarnation of the evil god.

It does not need to defeat itself, it only needs to have the opportunity to enter its own sea of ​​consciousness. Relying on the indelible will of the evil god, sooner or later, it will "assimilate" itself.

 This is a "conspiracy".

It is also the evil god's seemingly ordinary, but most terrifying, almost "unsolvable" method.

Since you can't kill the evil god's will on your own, there are two possibilities...

 One is an evil **** who has reached the level of the Lord of the Wilderness. His divine thoughts are immortal and cannot be destroyed by himself.

 Another possibility is that one's own spiritual consciousness has not changed qualitatively enough, and the "divine level" is relatively low, so it cannot erase the higher-level evil god's will.

　　　Or…

His skills in transforming his divine consciousness into swords are still very shallow, and his killing power is not strong enough, so he cannot truly kill the evil god's incarnation.

Mo Hua thinks this is also very possible.

After all, this "Sword Transformation Style" of transforming a sword with spiritual thoughts was something I learned by copying a gourd and "stealing" it halfway. It is not an orthodox inheritance, and it is only the introductory sword style of transforming a sword with spiritual thoughts. The moves are still very basic. It's understandable that he can't "kill" the evil god's incarnation.

 “The sword style of turning spiritual thoughts into swords…”

Mo Hua's eyes flashed, and he still vaguely remembered some of the names of sword moves he heard from the senior sword cultivator when he was deducing the cause and effect of the broken sword:

 "Stunning God Style, God Breaking Style, God Killing Style, God Destroying Style..."

Could these be...

Among the true techniques of Taixu Divine Mind Transformation into Swords, what is the more profound swordsmanship method?

The ink painting's heart trembles, and its eyes reveal longing.

It's just a pity that due to various reasons, the inheritance of spiritual swords seems to have been discontinued within the sect. These more advanced spiritual sword styles are unknown where to learn...

"I wonder if I can kill the incarnation of the evil **** with my own power without relying on external objects, after learning the 'God-killing Style' and the 'God-Destroying Style', which are more powerful spiritual sword moves... "

Mo Hua looked at the Black Water River God with bright eyes and silent calculations in his heart.

The Black Water River God was stared at by Mo Hua. For some reason, he suddenly felt cold all over.

"If you don't agree, forget it," Mo Hua looked at the Blackwater River God again and said a little boredly, "I'm still in a hurry, so I have to kill you first..."

The Blackwater River God was startled, and then he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

 Ignorant child, uttering arrogant words!

 “Kill me?”

“With your unique skill of turning your mind into a sword, you can only defeat me, but you can't kill me.”

 “What else can you do to me?”

He is the incarnation of the evil god, and he upholds the will of the Lord of the Wilderness.

Blackwater River God simply could not imagine that a mere teenage foundation-building monk could use any means to completely obliterate himself.

"What's more, you have no idea how terrifying and supreme my true self is..."

"I know..." Mo Hua curled his lips, "The Great Wild Evil God..."

Blackwater River God was stunned, and his eyes suddenly opened:

"you know?"

 How do you know?

How could you, a teenage human monk, know? How could you possibly know about the great master of the wilderness who hides in the dark and uses evil thoughts to obscure the secrets of heaven?

Mo Hua didn't want to talk to him anymore.

 He was hungry again.

 The river god's evil thoughts made him full.

 But now, he wants to eat better.

 The ink painting holds a golden light in its hand, and its eyes are fierce.

 The Blackwater River God's heart trembled, and he realized that something was wrong.

Being able to clear away the fog of heaven, see through the cause and effect of evil, and know the honorable name of the Lord of the Wilderness means that this little monk, despite his low cultivation level, has already stood on the chessboard and has the qualifications to play chess. He's just a chess piece that's been manipulated...

No matter how powerful the chess pieces are, they are still just chess pieces.

No matter how weak a chess player is, he is still a chess player.

 Those who are qualified to intervene in this chess game, no matter how inconspicuous they look, must not be underestimated!

When the Blackwater River God thought of this, his eyes were horrified, and he instantly turned into a shadow, trying to escape into the blackwater.

 Halfway through the escape, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move.

Several pale gold formations, flowing with the aura of ancient and awe-inspiring Shinto, were imprinted on its body, sealing it away.

 “Shinto formation?!”

Heishui River God looked shocked, looked at Mo Hua, and took a breath: "How is it possible that you know the Shinto formation?!"

Mo Hua smiled and said, "I learned it from your dojo."

 The face of the Blackwater River God is distorted.

The level of these divine formations is still very basic, purely because the ink-drawing divine will that manifests the formations is powerful enough to temporarily restrain the Blackwater River God.

Mo Hua grasped the horns of the Black Water River God and dragged it to the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness.

 The uneasiness in the heart of the Blackwater River God is getting stronger and stronger.

It began to seduce: "Little fellow Taoist, I have only seen the strength of your spiritual thoughts in my life. Being a 'human' is really an inconvenience. Why don't you join me on the supreme path of 'gods'..."

“It doesn't matter if you don't want to give up your body.”

“Being a **** is a bit boring after all. Keep the body, indulge in sensuality, and have thousands of wonderful pleasures...”

 “What do you want? Kungfu, Taoism, fame, power, beauty…”

 “I can give it to you!”

 The ink painting is indifferent.

Seeing that the inducement failed, the Blackwater River God looked stern and threatened:

“Lord of the Great Wilderness, with boundless gods, three thousand mountains, and countless demons and monsters, if you don't know the height of the sky and how high the sky is, and spoil my plan, you will fall into purgatory forever, and you will never be redeemed by death…”

 “Are you done?” Mo Hua said.

 The Blackwater River God's eyelids twitched.

Mo Hua whispered: "I'll show you something good..."

Before he finished speaking, in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, an ancient and mysterious Taoist monument appeared, and the aura of the Taoist road floated.

The Blackwater River God's eyes widened, "This is..."

Mo Hua took action directly, with his small hands like iron pliers, pressing the head of the Black Water River God on the Taoist monument.

The Blackwater River God was caught off guard and saw that taboo, deathly red color.

Thunder!

At that moment, the law was imposed, life and death were determined, and it was irreversible.

In the eyes of the Heishuihe God, the horror was not disappeared, so he was killed by the thunderbolt, together with the wicked god's will to die together.

 The black water is burned dry, and the evil spirit is eliminated.

The Black Water Evil God was "disinfected", and the **** was destroyed, leaving only a large amount of pale golden marrow.

And among these pale gold divine marrow, there are actually a few strands that are extremely pure, close to the color of pure gold. The laws of the great road are restrained, and they are flowing with bright and dazzling light.

This ray of light illuminated Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua's eyes were shining and he looked overjoyed.

Pure golden marrow!

 (End of this chapter)

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