Asking About Longevity Chapter 709

Chapter 709 All evil

 The rain is about to come in Taixumen Mountain, the small fishing village devotes itself to worshiping, and the little whitebait steals the incense.

Mo Hua doesn't know anything about these things.

 The affairs of the River God have been taken care of, and we can feel at ease for the time being.

 He stayed in the sect, practicing happily every day, attending classes and drawing formations, and waiting for the "takeaway" with great anticipation.

 Six days later, the "takeaway" he ordered after stealing the evil god's authority was finally coming.

This, no, this "wave" of takeout will be "delivered" to Yu'er's dream probably around midnight tonight.

 This time was also specially chosen by Mo Hua.

 Safe, secretive, unobtrusive, and with Taoist monuments to back you up, you will have more confidence in ink painting.

But before that, some preparations need to be made for ink painting.

 These preparations are mainly for Yu'er.

This time he ordered a lot of evil spirits.

 Therefore, it is necessary to make thorough preparations in advance.

 After that, Yu'er fell asleep as usual.

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile and said warmly: "Go to rest early, I have to get up early to practice tomorrow."

This was the first time Wen Renwei heard this.

After appeasing Yu'er, Mo Hua found Wen Renwei again and lowered his voice: "Uncle Wen Ren, there may be danger tonight..."

  For example, if your evil spirit becomes more serious, your mind is not right, you go crazy, you become stupid, or you are attacked by evil spirits, how should you deal with it...

Ink Hua is a little bit unable to say this kind of thing...

Mo Hua blinked and sighed: "Since it is an external evil, its behavior must be evil and full of tricks. Who can know..."

Wen Renwei's expression condensed.

Although I don't quite understand the teachings inside, I feel that it seems to be a very complex and profound inheritance, and I respect ink painting even more...

　　Whenever these monsters come, they will be like sheep in a tiger's mouth, and none of them can escape.

 In Wen Renwei's heart, although Young Master Mo is young and has low cultivation level, he is indeed such a "capable man and stranger"...

In case of a mistake, it would be fine if his mind was hurt a little, but if the evil spirit was rampant and Yu'er was hurt, then he would feel guilty.

Wen Renwei didn't cultivate his mind, so although he couldn't see the monsters, he had been with Mo Hua for a long time, and had seen Mo Hua keeping vigil for Yu'er. He had sensed the gloomy evil atmosphere in the room, and knew that there must be some secrets here that were not known to ordinary people. , I also have some vague concepts about the so-called "external evil" in ink paintings.

Mo Hua himself didn't care. The river **** and the evil **** all died in his hands, and they were "eaten alive" by his owl's head struck by lightning, let alone these lower-level monsters.

Wen Renwei nodded when he heard this, and felt that it was right. Then his eyes showed a trace of worry and he asked:

 “That little Mr. Mo...”

"Uh-huh!"

 There is so much knowledge about monasticism in this world, and there are also too many unknown secrets.

 The monks who can set foot in these forbidden areas, regardless of their spiritual roots and origins, are all people with extraordinary abilities.

Even if he is a golden elixir, he cannot say that he knows all the myriad ways of cultivation.

Mo Hua came to Yu'er's room and placed the Shinto formation around the bed, surrounding Yu'er.

Yu'er has big eyes and a curious look on her face, pointing at the formation and asking:

 “Brother Mo, what is this?”

Mo Hua said with a serious face: "Tonight I always feel a little... uneasy. It seems that there will be an invasion of external evil. After midnight, Yu'er may have nightmares..."

Mo Hua immediately patted his chest and promised:

But Yu'er is different. He is just a child after all, and he doesn't have the means to kill or protect with his spiritual thoughts.

The Wenren Guards were standing outside, on full alert, wary of anything happening inside.

In addition, the ink painting also drew several Shinto formations to suppress evil spirits and protect Yu'er.

Wen Renwei looked solemn and a little puzzled. He frowned and said:

“Young Master Yu'er...has not been troubled by nightmares for a long time. Why did an 'external evil' suddenly invade tonight?”

 There are always some taboo areas in the world that few monks set foot on.

He was young and simple-minded, and knew nothing about these things. He only knew that he felt at ease when staying by Mo Hua's side, so he quickly fell asleep.

Mo Hua touched Yu'er's little head and said, "This is used to ward off evil spirits and prevent you from having nightmares."

Yu'er nodded her head quickly.

 Time passes bit by bit, gradually.

Mo Hua added: "But there are some things I want to tell you in advance..."

 Twilight is falling and midnight is approaching.

Mo Hua told Wen Renwei some "taboos" and emergency measures.

Yu'er smiled and said sweetly: "Thank you, brother."

 The world of cultivation is vast and vast.

 “Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!”

　　　I brought it upon you…

Mo Hua stayed by Yu'er's side, meditating.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the time has come.

In just a moment, the chill in the room became deeper, and a gloomy and depressing feeling enveloped my heart.

Wen Renwei's expression changed, and he looked around, but couldn't see anything.

 But he could clearly feel that something was slowly growing around the house.

It seemed as if one after another, invisible and unknowable evil things were crawling out of nothingness...

 And the feeling this time is much stronger than before.

It seems that the evil spirits that have invaded Master Yu'er's nightmare are much more numerous than before, and they are extremely powerful...

Wen Renwei took a slight breath of air.

He wanted to go into the inner room to have a look, but he remembered Mo Hua's advice, "Unless anything unexpected happens, don't come in, so as not to be contaminated by evil spirits..." Then he gave up this idea and just stayed safe outside.

 But Wen Renwei still felt a little anxious.

 In the inner room, the ink painting who was meditating also opened his eyes.

His eyes are deep, black and white, and his eyes are mysterious and contain the universe.

 The black of calculation, the white of calculation, and the gold of gods are all intertwined and blended into one in his eyes.

All the evil spirits and evil spirits in the room have nowhere to hide.

Tianji texture emerged, half filthy, half bloody, black and red intertwined, like chains of sin, emerging from the void.

These textures, when first seen, look like chains.

Looking at it now, it looks more like branches of a tree that contain evil laws.

 The tree of divine power!

 Furthermore, the cause and effect texture this time is clearer and more real, and the authority of the gods involved is obviously more respected than before.

 The demons summoned are also more powerful.

 The tree of divine power of cause and effect, beyond the ordinary monks' spiritual cognition, spreads its branches and leaves little by little in the house, and gradually spreads.

 Then on the branches, the black water condensed, and "fruited" without flowers.

Closes of black water, like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, condensed into evil embryos, like a heart, constantly beating.

 The embryo then burst open and hatched out, each with a mixture of human hands, oxen, hooves and horse faces, and were horribly deformed monsters.

 On the branches of divine power, there are more and more demon fruits.

 The evil spirits hatched are getting stronger and stronger.

They were densely packed, with twisted limbs and heads hanging upside down from the roof. They were drooling with fishy saliva and stared at Yu'er with their scarlet eyes.

Yu'er felt a little uneasy, frowned her little eyebrows, and murmured in her sleep.

The ink painting's spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and a layer of faint light shone, protecting Yu'er in the middle, blocking out the gloomy atmosphere and cold evil spirits.

 The way to enter the dream is sealed by the Shinto formation.

 The path of the demon is blocked.

They roared angrily, their eyes suddenly became ferocious, their breaths were violent, and then they all turned their attention to the ink paintings that ruined their good deeds.

 The tree of the evil **** has arrived.

 Pairs of blood-red eyes stared intently at the ink painting.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm, with a shallow, provocative smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"You evil beasts, come and eat me..."

The tree of divine power trembled, the demons were furious, and then they bared their teeth and claws, turning into thick black and red evil smoke, rushing forward and rushing towards the sea of ​​consciousness painted in ink.

at the same time.

At the border of Qianxue Prefecture, there is a majestic and majestic sect with starry palaces, like a white jade capital in the sky.

Mr. Tu, who was wearing human skin and looking elegant, was meditating and taking a nap when he suddenly woke up.

He looked horrified, "Who... used the authority of the Lord of God?!"

"How can this be?!"

Mr. Tu's eyes were full of disbelief.

 And Taixumen, the forbidden area in the back mountain.

At the moment when many evil spirits appeared, the long-bearded old man sitting in the sword tomb, blocked by numerous formations, suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

 “Monster…”

No…

The long-bearded old man's eyes suddenly opened with anger, and his teeth were cold, "Evil...god?!"

He sensed the authority of the evil god...

 The Tree of Divine Power, which is clearer, more powerful, more evil, and closer to its origin than before, has descended on Taixu Gate!

The evil spirit attacked before, and he slashed with his sword and chopped out an evil spirit. He suffered a dark loss, so he kept his heart.

 After that, the evil spirits calmed down for a period of time. Occasionally, there were some spies and imps, but he just watched silently and did not take any further action. Unexpectedly, today at the mountain gate of Taixu Gate, he could sense the breath of the Tree of Evil God's Iniquity!

This is the evil god, commanding the demons in a grand place to invade the Taixu Gate.

 This is really unreasonable!

Haoran Qianzhou is in such a state of decline!

 The majestic Taixu Sect, the art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, has only been banned for hundreds of years, but there is already an evil god, dare to show up like this, openly invade our mountain gate? !

The long-bearded old man's eyes contained sword intent and a murderous aura. The swords in the sword tombs all over the mountain trembled slightly, and the sword aura reached the sky.

“Even if your longevity is damaged and your foundation is not solid, I will cut you down today, this tree of iniquity...”

The long-bearded old man's sword intent was halfway up, then suddenly stopped.

 He was stunned for a moment.

 Because the evil breath has disappeared.

In just a moment, everything disappeared, as if it had never existed...

The long-bearded old man slowly put down the broken sword in his hand, but before he could put it down completely, the tree of divine authority spread again, and the evil aura arrived again.

The old man was about to get angry, but all the evil spirits disappeared again.

It is as if there is a big mouth of the abyss in the Taixu Gate, swallowing up all the evil spirits...

The old man with the long beard sat silently for a long time, with a trace of shock, confusion, and a trace of disbelief flashing through his sharp eyes.

　　"What kind of thing did I raise in my Taixu Gate..."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his small mouth wide and sucked in all the demons that had just been killed and then refined into white smoke.

 The ink painting smacked the lips, and some of the meaning was still unfinished.

 This is already the second round.

Although they are all ordinary monsters, they are not bad when used as "appetizers" to fill the stomach.

After eating two rounds, Mo Hua could clearly feel that his consciousness had taken another step towards the realm of seventeen lines.

 “Not even close!”

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he was very happy.

 Soon, it's the next round.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, evil spirits gathered and black water filled the air. From the evil thoughts, two demons with horns on their heads and dark bodies hatched.

 This is the worship of two ram's horns.

The ram's horn cult, whose status among the demons under the evil god's command, is obviously a higher level.

 Their attitude is also more arrogant, and they sneer as soon as they appear.

But before they could say anything, Mo Hua grabbed the sheep by the horns and pinned it to the ground. With a flash of golden light, he raised his sword and chopped off the sheep's head.

After chopping off the sheep's head, Mo Hua used his spiritual thoughts to turn it into a sword. After chopping for a long time, he split the sheep's bones. Then he simply used Tribulation Thunder to kill the poison, and then sucked out all the pale gold marrow inside.

　That's it, simply, I ate two sheep heads.

 Unfortunately, nowadays, the level of Yangjiao is a bit low, and there is not much soul in it. I smacked my lips when I smashed the ink painting, and it felt like it was gone before I could taste it.

 Besides this, there are not many evil thoughts.

Mo Hua can only continue to wait for the next "dish".

After a while, the foul smell was strong, and a fat, huge, ferocious pig's head with fangs exposed emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as the pig-headed demon appeared, he roared fiercely.

Before he finished shouting, Mo Hua jumped on the pig's head, clenched his hands into fists, and beat it suddenly.

This beating, carrying the power of the gods, directly hit the pig-headed demon's forehead to crack.

　　The ferocious roar of the pig-headed demon turned into a cry of fear.

The ink painting "哐哐" beat it a few more times, directly beating a huge pig-headed demon until it was twisted, deformed, torn into pieces, and finally turned into a pool of black blood.

Mo Hua manifested the fire formation, burned the black water, extracted pure spiritual thoughts, and ate a huge pig-headed demon.

But time is limited and there is no time to refine it.

 After a while, there was suddenly a pink color filling the air, a faint sound, and a sweet fragrance.

Mo Hua was startled, and suddenly found that there were many more beautiful women with graceful figures in his sea of ​​consciousness.

They are all covered by light gauze, with slender waists and graceful shadows. They look at the ink paintings with spring water in their eyes, and their smiles are indescribable charm and sentimentality.

 Occasionally, a woman takes off her clothes, and in an instant she is exposed to the gorgeous spring scenery.

Mo Hua's face is slightly red.

But in an instant, the young senior sister's cold and ethereal look, as if she was angry or sullen, or as if she had watery eyes, flashed across Mo Hua's mind.

Mo Hua was suddenly shocked and came back to his senses immediately.

The golden light flashed in his eyes, and he looked around to see their true colors, and his expression turned cold.

“Red and pink withered bones, rotten skin and rotten flesh, evil foxes and evil beasts, they disturb my Taoist mind!”

Mo Hua snorted coldly, held his small hands empty, and the magnificent cremation formation rising from the mountain rose from the ground, and then the mountain behind was like a prison, and the sea of ​​fire was raging.

The pink beauties screamed when they were burned by the sea of ​​fire.

They lost their charm that charmed all living beings, and their expressions were distorted. They tore off their beautiful skin one by one, revealing their ugly true colors.

 Or withered bones in the grave, eyes empty.

 Or rotten skin and rotten flesh, with maggots growing on the skin.

  Or he may have a human body and a fox face, and become a monster.

Mo Hua was merciless and went on a killing spree. He used Lihuo Formation to kill all the red powder and demons inside, and then devour them all.

 The ghostly fox demons were suppressed and killed.

Then the black smoke suddenly became thicker, the evil spirit became bitter, the atmosphere suddenly became depressing, and there was the faint sound of war horses neighing.

Mo Hua's heart was slightly frightened when he saw a burly demon warrior with a white bone armor, a **** halberd and two goat horns coming out of the black mist. He looked very powerful at first sight.

 The Ramhorn Warlord!

  And it's the only “hard dish” on the menu.

 It is estimated that even for an evil god, it would take a lot of effort to create such a powerful evil spirit.

Mo Hua looked at the tall and majestic demon warrior general with terrifying majesty all over his body. He felt the desire to fight in his heart and was a little eager to try.

 The Sheep Horn General glanced at the ink painting with his scarlet pupils.

Although Mo Hua's incarnation of spiritual thought looks like a "little thing", he still feels a huge threat after having been on the battlefield and killing countless monsters and demons.

 The demon mount roared.

The sheep-horned warrior was as fast as the wind, swung his halberd with a streak of blood, and charged directly at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua clenched his little hand, and the golden light condensed into a small sword. He also rushed forward and fought with the general.

 For a time, evil spirits overflowed and golden light spread.

 Swords and halberds are intertwined, and spiritual thoughts are shaking.

 The Sheep Horn Warlord is a monster specially refined for killing monsters. It is very powerful, but unfortunately it faces Mo Hua.

  No matter how powerful the monster is, it is still just a monster.

The ink painting is almost like a young god.

And he is a "god" who is proficient in formations and has learned how to turn his spiritual thoughts into swords.

In just ten rounds, the powerful ram-horned demon warrior was killed by Mo Hua using his spiritual thoughts to turn his sword into a sword.

 “What a good opponent!”

 “What a hearty battle!”

Mo Hua, who was not too tired, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead to show respect, and then chopped off the head of the general with ram horns as usual.

 It's another sheep's head.

 It's still a big head.

Mo Hua spent a long time chiseling with a golden sword to carve out a small hole in the sheep's head, then killed the poison, sucked the marrow, and swallowed up a lot of evil thoughts.

This time I ate too much and I was already a little full.

The bottleneck of ink painting's spiritual consciousness is also about to break.

However, the ink painting still suppressed the realm for a while, waiting for things to happen here. After "eating" on the flowing water mat, he slowly digested it and calmly and peacefully broke through the realm for the divine consciousness.

 After that, more demons came in droves, carrying thick black mist.

They have all kinds of strange appearances, deep evil thoughts, and their methods may be cunning, sinister, vicious, or ferocious...

 But all of them are no match for ink painting.

Even if there are thousands of evil spirits, Mo Hua will cut them off with one sword and swallow them up with one mouthful.

 Kill first, eat later!

Like a little evil **** transformed into a glutton...

 Outside the sea of ​​consciousness, Wen Renwei looked shocked and his mood was ups and downs.

He could sense wave after wave of some evil presence, like a tide, constantly invading him.

The gloomy atmosphere in the room was getting stronger and stronger, making him, a golden elixir monk, feel faintly frightened.

The destination of these tide-like evil spirits is the weak and helpless young master Yu'er.

 And ink painting lies between the two.

It is obviously just a thin and small body, but it is like an impregnable and majestic city, blocking all invading monsters and monsters.

 One man is at the gate, and all evil will not be allowed to open.

Wen Renwei's eyes were trembling, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.

 (End of this chapter)

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