Asking About Longevity Chapter 710

Chapter 710 Loopholes

 The demons are coming in waves, one after another.

The evil spirit is also endless.

The cold air in the room is layer by layer, and is full of many changes, either violent, treacherous, sinister, or majestic, as if there are endless types of evil spirits, and their offensive is like the sea.

In such a turbulent sea of ​​demons, the small body painted in ink remains motionless.

Wen Renwei's eyes were filled with anxiety, and his palms were already covered in cold sweat.

 Hands on both Mo Hua and Yu'er.

I don't know how long it took, just when Wen Renwei was worried, all the evil smells suddenly disappeared.

The inexplicable coldness subsided and the gloomy pressure suddenly decreased. Wen Renwei looked around again. Although he still couldn't see anything, he felt that all evil spirits no longer existed.

Wen Renwei immediately looked towards the inner room and saw Mo Hua, who had already opened his eyes.

 The tree of divine authority ceased its activities, and the army of demons was devoured.

At that moment, spiritual thoughts suddenly became clear.

Mo Hua felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was wider and his spiritual consciousness was much deeper.

With the realm of divine consciousness as the foundation and the amount of divine consciousness as the support, his calculations and calculations are more calm than before.

Like a river bursting its banks, it surges forward in an indomitable way.

 The attitude is much more respectful than before.

 Wen Renwei glanced at Yu'er again.

 The distance of the spiritual consciousness has also increased a lot.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief slowly, his eyes brightened.

 “Thank you, Mr. Mo!”

Moreover, the realm of spiritual consciousness cannot be suppressed.

 Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has finally taken a step further, breaking through the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness between the mid-stage of sixteen lines of foundation building and the late stage of foundation building, and successfully promoted to the seventeen lines!

Mo Hua also politely returned the greeting, then stood up and left briskly.

 He can finally learn the seventeen-line formation now!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua concentrated carefully and began to swallow the many evil thoughts that had just been swallowed whole and could not be digested. He began to refine them one by one, removing their filth and extracting their essence, and then absorbed them one by one to strengthen his body.

“Miss Wan is right, Master Yu'er has really met a young nobleman...”

 The spiritual awareness of ink painting is rising rapidly.

Wen Renwei felt relieved, raised his hands and said solemnly:

 “You're in trouble young master.”

On the other side, as soon as Mo Hua returned to the room, he immediately sat on the bed, meditating, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

As long as he is given a chance to set up a formation, the monks in the late stage of foundation building will not be able to walk around in trouble!

But the formation will be discussed later.

Wen Renwei thought of Wen Renwan's words and couldn't help but look pleased and sighed in his heart:

Although it is only a second-grade seventeen-line formation, it has not yet reached nineteen lines, so it is not considered a true "high-level".

 More importantly, the formation!

Mo Hua felt that his waist had become much stiffer.

Wen Renwei took a cautious look at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were pure and his expression was normal. There was no evil or madness. He was slightly relieved, but he still asked tentatively:

 It seemed as if all the gloomy, depressing and evil atmosphere just now were all sudden illusions.

Yu'er was still lying on the bed, breathing heavily, her mouth slightly open, and occasionally smacking her lips, as if she was eating something in her dream.

 Wen Renwei bowed to the ink painting again.

 Really... nothing.

After Mo Hua left, Wen Renwei raised his head again and glanced at the four walls of the house, feeling shocked in his heart.

 “Young Master, you...”

In just a moment, the purified demonic mind power filled the gap in the realm of spiritual consciousness and broke through the bottleneck that had blocked it for a long time.

He ate a Husaihai meal and "swallowed" too many demons. The sea of ​​consciousness was too full and he had to "digest" it quickly.

 From beginning to end, I slept soundly.

 But it is at least an introduction to high-level formations.

 At the early stage of foundation building, learn the second-grade high-level formation!

The seventeen-line formation has considerable lethality even against ordinary late-stage foundation-building monks.

 wisps of pure spiritual thoughts, the incarnation of spiritual thoughts integrated into ink paintings.

Mo Hua was not polite, nodded and said:

“Yu'er is fine, it's getting late, I'm going back to rest.”

Cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building with seventeen lines!

Mo Hua smiled brightly and said, "I'm fine."

 Because Mo Hua discovered that the "takeaway" this time was not finished yet.

This time, he "ate" more monsters than he thought.

His spiritual consciousness has already reached the seventeenth level, which is even stronger than the seventeenth level.

But there is still a steady stream of refined demonic power, which after being swallowed by it, is integrated into the incarnation of his divine thought.

 The spiritual consciousness of ink painting is still growing...

"You won't...go directly to the eighteen lines, right?"

 The bottleneck between the 17th and 18th lines is a small realm bottleneck, not as big as the 16th to 17th lines.

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and then he couldn't help but smile.

 Eighteen lines!

 One step at a time, two steps forward!

Mo Hua was so excited that he immediately calmed down and concentrated on meditating, devouring his thoughts and enhancing his consciousness.

 his spiritual consciousness, as he wished, gradually grew stronger step by step at a clearly visible speed.

 Finally, there is only a slight difference to reach the realm of eighteen lines...

 Even in ink painting, one can clearly feel that the bottleneck of the eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness is loosening and disintegrating little by little...

 The face painted in ink is filled with a smile.

 But at this moment, everything came to an abrupt end.

 Somewhere, something seemed to tremble.

This feeling is somewhat similar to that of a Taoist monument, a bit like...

The way of heaven?

Mo Hua's heart was shocked, and then he felt vaguely that there seemed to be some kind of supreme will. He glanced at him from the universe, and then found that he seemed...

have some problem.

 Then a temporary law came to the ink painting.

The spiritual consciousness is still growing, but the bottleneck has not been loosened, and all the increased spiritual consciousness has no idea where it is going, and it has sunk directly.

 The level of spiritual consciousness is no longer improved.

Mo Hua was stunned.

"what happened…"

 “Where is my eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness?”

 “Obviously it's just a little bit close…”

Mo Hua looked around and found that at some point, a strange crack appeared out of thin air in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This crack is pitch black and deep, with deep gold inside.

 It is like the manifestation of some kind of concrete law of the great road.

This law is generated out of thin air, but it is integrated with your own sea of ​​consciousness.

 And he refined the demons and devoured his mind power, and all the spiritual thoughts he gained were swallowed up by this crack.

 It was as if the law of heaven did not allow his consciousness to become stronger any longer, so he temporarily added the law to fill in the loopholes...

This law is embodied as a crack in the void that is pitch black and contains gold.

Once Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness increases, it will "confiscate" these increased spiritual consciousness to inhibit the increase of his spiritual consciousness.

 Limit his spiritual consciousness within a certain limit and prevent his spiritual consciousness from breaking through certain limits...

Mo Hua was dumbfounded.

What's the meaning?

 Are you now a "loophole" in the way of heaven?

So the way of heaven temporarily added laws to fix this "loophole" of its own?

 That's not the case...

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

 This seems to be the second time.

Mo Hua remembered that when he first broke through the foundation building, his consciousness soared rapidly, but later it seemed that it exceeded the limit and was reversely suppressed by some kind of law of heaven.

 Coupled with the Mysterious Heaven Formation of Tianyan Jue, the spiritual consciousness was reconstructed, and the change from "quantitative" was forced to be suppressed into "qualitative" change.

 The result is now like this again...

At the last minute, I saw that I had eighteen lines, and as a result, I was temporarily restricted by rules.

Mo Hua couldn't help but curled his lips and cursed:

 “Tiandao is so stingy…”

After slandering, Mo Hua sighed again.

 The "components" of his current awareness of the sea have become very complicated.

 The sea of ​​consciousness belongs to oneself and has its own incarnation of spiritual thoughts.

In addition, there are mysterious Tao monuments, thunder patterns of destruction, and now there is another one, the inexplicable law of heaven.

 Especially this law of heaven...

 Mo Hua's head hurts a little.

He took some demonic telepathy and used his spiritual consciousness to try out the manifestation formation. After trying it several times, he probably understood the usefulness of this law in his heart.

This law is used to control spiritual consciousness.

 Your own consciousness can be used normally, consumed normally, and restored normally, but it cannot "grow" any more.

 Once it grows, it will be "deducted" by this void crack-like law.

The ink painting is a bit worrying.

It doesn't matter if you deduct some spiritual consciousness, but when will it be deducted?

 It won't be deducted for the rest of your life...

Or should I say that once my cultivation has caught up and my realm and consciousness are balanced, or roughly balanced - at least not so outrageous, this law will disappear on its own?

Or, when enough spiritual consciousness is deducted to reach a certain limit, it will disappear?

The avenue is cold and the rules are silent. No one can tell Mo Hua the answer. Mo Hua sighed deeply.

 “Let's do this for now…”

 As a person, you must be content and happy.

 Seventeen lines are just seventeen lines.

Moreover, my spiritual consciousness should be at the peak of the seventeenth line, and it is only a hair away from the eighteenth line...

This spiritual consciousness is "barely" enough in my own realm.

 As for the future.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that it didn't matter no matter how long this rule had to be "withheld".

 Because there is nothing you can do about it...

 Who can say for sure about the laws of the Great Dao?

In this case, just follow the steps step by step, practice in a down-to-earth manner, and hone your spiritual consciousness as always.

 As your cultivation level is high, or your spiritual consciousness is supplemented, sooner or later you will be able to lift the restrictions of this law.

Mo Hua stared at the Dao Law that looked like a crack in the void in the sea of ​​​​consciousness again, and suddenly felt a little confused.

 “What exactly is the law?”

“Why does the law appear like this?”

“The darkness is tinged with gold, like a crack in the void... Why can it swallow up spiritual consciousness?”

"The void, the cracks...could it be related to the rules of the 'Dongxu Realm'?"

 The ink painting suddenly felt profound.

He decided to study this "law" when he had free time in the future to see if he could figure out some methods and learn something.

Since this "uninvited guest" has come into the sea of ​​​​consciousness out of thin air, you must find a way to gather some wool, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Thinking about it, Mo Hua's mood instantly improved.

 The law of the great road!

 He hasn't seen it yet.

 In other words, this is not something that foundation-building monks, or even ordinary monks, can touch.

Now a clear and clear law of the Great Dao has been embodied and left in the sea of ​​​​one's consciousness, continuously holding on to one's spiritual consciousness.

 Although his spiritual consciousness was deducted and the growth of his spiritual consciousness was limited, it also gave him an opportunity to see with his own eyes the manifestation and operation of the laws of the great avenue.

 Everything has its blessings and misfortunes, pros and cons.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling refreshed.

But he didn't have time to study it yet, he had to “eat” the demon first.

 There is still a lot of the demon "takeaway" he ordered on the altar and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua continues to "eat" the demon's mind power.

 But what he ate this time was a bit "bland".

 Because these evil thoughts cannot be "eaten" into his stomach at all, they are all taken away by the law of heaven.

Mo Hua felt a little aggrieved in his heart, but adhering to the spirit of not wasting it, he still ate up these evil thoughts.

 After eating, Mo Hua could clearly feel that in the sea of ​​consciousness, the restrictions of the laws of heaven seemed to be relaxed.

It is also "eating" a little full.

 “Sure enough…”

Mo Hua sighed and made up his mind to gather more of Tiandao's wool in the future to vent his hatred of "stealing food".

 Your own "snacks" are not so easy to grab!

Mo Hua hummed softly, then calmed down and began to review the formation patterns on the Taoist monument.

 He has to prepare.

In the next few days, he will officially start to learn the formation of the seventeen patterns!

Taixumen, the forbidden area in the back mountain.

 A void crack appeared out of thin air.

Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, walked out of the void.

 At the Elder's Residence, he abandoned external objects and concentrated on calculating cause and effect, but just then, he suddenly felt a powerful sword intention floating around, and he couldn't help but notice it.

 But just halfway through the calculation, the compass couldn't stop.

Mr. Xun could only be patient. After deriving the compass, he rushed over immediately to check the situation.

 In the sword tomb, the old man with a long beard sat on the spot blankly.

Mr. Xun didn't know what happened. He looked around and said solemnly:

 “Senior brother, are you using your sword again?”

The long-bearded old man touched the broken sword in his hand and shook his head slightly absentmindedly.

 “Half out...”

Mr. Xun frowned.

 What does half of it mean?

 The sword was drawn, but not slashed?

 Mr.

 “Brother, what happened?”

The long-bearded old man's sharp eyes revealed some thoughts, and he suddenly asked a strange question:

 “Our Taixumen, do we have a mythical beast?”

 “Sacred beast?”

Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, confused.

 Senior brother, why do you suddenly ask such an out-of-key question?

 Could it be...

Mr. Xun's eyes narrowed.

Ethical thoughts are polluting, the sword's intention is backlashing, the injury has become more serious, the sea of ​​consciousness has been damaged, and the thoughts are confused and unclear?

Mr. Xun was silent.

He felt a pain in his heart when he saw that he had devoted all his energy and blood for the Taixu Sect, but his body and mind were broken, and he had to be alone, guarding the sword tomb, and being buried with the mountains of broken swords and scraps of iron.

Mr. Xun sighed deeply, suppressed the sadness in his heart, shook his head and sighed:

“How can there be such a thing as a mythical beast now…”

The long-bearded old man didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and he pondered to himself, "Is there an expert staying at my Taixu Gate in the past few days?"

Mr. Xun thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No."

There are some people who stay overnight, but there are no people who can be called "experts" by their senior brothers.

The old man with a long beard frowned, considered for a moment, and asked slowly:

"Then...have our Taixu Sect received any talented disciples in recent years?"

Gifted?

Mr. Xun was a little surprised and thought for a moment.

 There have been some highly talented disciples over the years, and this generation has many disciples with high-grade spiritual roots and excellent qualifications.

But even though his spiritual roots are good, he may not be taken seriously by his senior brother.

At the level of senior brother, which is close to the limit of a monk, the talent he talks about is definitely not "natural talent" in the general sense.

He must be a person who is astonishing among all the talented people.

Mr. Xun suddenly thought of ink painting.

 Ink painted this child...

 The formations are indeed amazing, but apart from the formations, everything else counts as the same, none of them are good...

The partiality to science is extreme.

 And the formation...has nothing to do with senior brother.

Senior brother, he is not proficient in formations, and he should not care about such things as formation geniuses.

But just in case, Mr. Xun still asked, "Exceptionally gifted... what kind of 'talent' do you mean?"

The old man with a long beard has a thoughtful expression on his face.

If he is a disciple of the sect...then this person must have extremely strong killing intent...

The old man with a long beard asked: "Are there any disciples who are psychic in the way of swordsmanship, who are born with sword intent, or who are born with spiritual thoughts and are good at fighting..."

Innate sword power, fighting spirit...

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

 Then it has nothing to do with ink painting.

That child is a formation master, not a swordsman. It is difficult to dance with a sword, and he is well-behaved and weak. He will not fight with others.

 Other disciples don't seem to have either…

 Taixumen turned his spiritual thoughts into swords and sealed them as forbidden arts.

 Other swordsmanship is not that great.

How could a talented young man with a natural talent for swordsmanship join the Taixu Sect and learn these mediocre swordsmanship traditions?

 There are a lot of swordsmanship sects in Qianxuezhou for him to choose from.

Even if the divine sword is not sealed, we would not dare to let such a good young man with "natural sword intention" practice, unless his life is really too hard and he cannot die even if he wants to.

"No."

Mr. Xun Lao concluded.

 The old man with the long beard closed his eyes and sighed, a little disappointed.

Mr. Xun frowned, "Brother, why do you ask these questions?"

The old man with a long beard opened his eyes and glanced at his gray-haired junior brother who was worried about the sect. The image of him when he was young, gentle and high-spirited came to his mind, and he finally couldn't bear to worry him anymore.

"Nothing, just ask." The old man with a long beard said calmly.

Mr. Xun didn't believe it, but when he saw that his senior brother had closed his eyes to rest and seemed unwilling to say more, he sighed helplessly.

I have been stubborn all my life, and now I am half buried in the ground, but my temper has not changed at all.

Mr. Xun shook his head and said with some complaint, "Take a breath and don't draw your sword again..."

 Then he turned around, stretched out his fingers, drew a crack in the void, and left.

After Mr. Xun left, the long-bearded old man slowly opened his eyes again. He turned his head and took in the entire ancient and majestic Taixu Mountain. He frowned and murmured:

 “Who is it?”

Taixu Mountain is vast and the trees are lush, covering everything.

 The old man with a long beard showed his sharp eyes, "Next time I attack, I will definitely catch you..."

 (End of this chapter)

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