Asking About Longevity Chapter 747

Chapter 747 Youngster

Divinity sword control uses divine consciousness as the control, the spiritual sword as the medium, the sword formation as the form, and the laws of spiritual power reversal and spiritual power fusion to cause terrifying lethality...

Just thinking about it makes Mo Hua feel terrible.

But it's a pity...

 He has never formally learned formation flow until now.

Regarding the sword formation, he has only learned the "Broken Gold Sword Formation", let alone the "Kendo Formation Style" that involves simplifying the complex and uniting the many into one, which involves the origin of the sword.

 This goal is still too far away.

However, thanks to this, ink painting gradually gained ideas and direction.

　　The combination of divine sword control and formation killing.

 From now on, I will learn more formations and understand the laws of all things;

 Practice more with swordsmanship and improve your knowledge of swordsmanship.

One day in the future, Hui Shen will realize the Great Dao and become one with the sword formation, creating a "big killing" kendo that uses "divine sword control" as the method, the sword as the form, the formation as the core, and carries the power of the Great Dao law. device”!

Mo Hua was looking forward to it.

 He patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder and said with hope:

 “You must learn how to make swords!”

From now on, sword making will have to rely on small pieces of wood.

Ouyang Mu was a little confused, but he was still a little happy to be recognized by Mo Hua.

 After that, he continued to study hard at making swords.

 The quality of the spiritual sword has now reached its limit.

 The power of Yujian has also reached its bottleneck.

Ouyang Mu can only think about improvement methods from other perspectives. The first is to reduce costs.

The "unorthodox" sword-controlling technique of Mo Hua will "sacrifice" a spiritual sword every time it is used.

 The spiritual sword has become a consumable.

 It will be a huge expense if used for a long time.

Ouyang Mu thought that since the power could not be increased, he would reduce the cost and save some merit for Senior Brother Mo.

 Merits are hard to earn.

 He understands this very well.

Although he now forges swords for Senior Brother Mo and eats meat and soup, earning a considerable amount of merit, the habit of "diligence and thrift" is still engraved in his bones.

Ouyang Mu chatted with Mo Hua, and then began to try how to reasonably "cut corners" and use some "cheap" materials to refine the spirit sword without reducing its power.

General spirit swords need to be used for a long time, taking into account both power and durability. Therefore, the sword-making process is cumbersome and the refining materials are expensive. You get what you pay for, and there is no room for cutting corners.

But for a sword like Mo Hua, once the sword array explodes and the spiritual sword is used once, it will break.

  So in order to make the spirit sword "strong and durable", "sword stable", "beautiful and elegant"... many traditional sword-making ideas can be abandoned.

Even the sword itself can adopt an "explosion" structure.

 It should not be strong, durable and stable, but should be flammable, explosive and bursting.

 This is what Mo Hua said accidentally.

Ouyang Mu also knew for the first time that swords could have this weird "refining method".

Weapon refining is not always done "according to the script" and is done meticulously and according to the specifications.

“The norms of things are set by people, and things are dead, but people are living. We must flexibly change rigid 'things' according to living people...”

 Ink painting is like this.

Ouyang Mu felt like he was enlightened and said in admiration:

 “Senior Brother Mo, you know a lot!”

Although Senior Brother Mo's weapon refining skills are not very good, what he said really makes sense!

 “Things are dead, people are alive, people-oriented, regardless of form...”

Ouyang Mu nodded seriously.

In this way, Ouyang Mu, a child who was originally a bit stiff and honest, like a "little piece of wood", gradually became "crooked" in the art of ink painting...

 After that, Ouyang Mu began to try more ideas for refining weapons.

 Taking the needs of monks and practical functions as guidance, refining weapons is carried out, and "the means justify the means" are used to achieve the goal.

 Ink painting also saves a lot of trouble.

Basically, he only needs to tell what spiritual weapon he needs, what effect he wants to achieve, and what formation he needs to use. Xiaomu will go back and think about it by himself, and the next day he can design a weapon refining diagram for Mo Hua.

  Tai'amen and Taixumen are also relatively close, making communication easy.

Just like this, several months passed without realizing it.

 Under the leadership of Mo Hua, the "team" of monster hunters in Taixu Sect continues to grow.

 There are more and more "strategies" for hunting monsters.

 The process of hunting monsters is becoming clearer and clearer, the supporting spiritual weapons are becoming more and more perfect, and the hunting system is becoming more and more mature.

More and more monsters are hunted, and the types of materials harvested are also more diverse.

Any Taixu sect disciple who follows Mo Hua and hangs out in the Demon Hunting Mountain will earn a lot of meritorious deeds.

 With such a wealth of monster materials, Ouyang Mu's weapon refining level has also improved rapidly.

At the same time, because he often followed Mo Hua and repaired spiritual weapons for Taixu Sect disciples, Ouyang Mu also became familiar with many Taixu Sect disciples.

 In Tai'amen, Ouyang Mu is relatively autistic.

 Because he had a special background and was a direct descendant of the Ouyang family, he should have become a leader in the sect like his elder brother.

 But compared with his brother, he is mediocre, dull and unsociable.

The disciples of Tai Amen looked at him in a strange way.

 Jealousy, disdain, alienation, sympathy, all at the same time.

Ouyang Mu felt very uncomfortable.

 But Ouyang Mu felt much more relaxed when he was mixed with Mo Hua and the disciples of Taixu Sect.

 He can forge weapons and swords as he pleases.

 Others call him "Little Wood", no one cares whether his last name is "Ouyang", and no one compares him with his outstanding brother.

Everyone only regards him as a junior brother and a reliable weapon refiner, and he doesn't need to care about other people's eyes.

Although Ouyang Mu's temperament is still a bit dull, his eyebrows and eyes are much more cheerful, and a simple smile often appears on his thin face.

Even sometimes, he is a little confused.

He is a disciple of Tai'amen, but he doesn't even have a good relationship with his fellow disciples. How come he somehow gets involved with the disciples of Taixumen…

More than a month has passed, and it looks like the Chinese New Year will be here in more than two months.

Mo Hua's fourth year at Taixumen is almost coming to an end despite his busy schedule.

It was also the end of the day, and Mo Hua went into the mountain as usual. Along the way, a group of Taixu Sect disciples greeted him.

 “Hello, little senior brother!”

Mo Hua also smiled and waved to say hello.

Walking like this in the mountains until they reached a secluded place, Mo Hua picked up a big stone and sat cross-legged, with the spiritual sword in front of him.

 This is a spiritual sword that looks simple and even slightly "cheap".

 At the same time, this is also the latest "crushing type" spirit sword forged by Xiaomu according to the meaning of the ink painting.

Since the sword you control is bound to be damaged, it is better to let it shatter completely.

 The moment the sword array explodes, the spiritual sword will also "explode".

 This has two advantages.

 First, the spirit sword explodes, and the fine pieces of the sword will explode in all directions with the sword energy. It is like a hidden weapon like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, which enhances the power of the sword to a certain extent.

  Second, it can “destroy corpses and eliminate traces”.

 After wielding the sword, the spirit sword is directly "destroyed" in a smashing manner, leaving no formed sword, so it is not easy for people to see the details of this sword-controlling technique.

Furthermore, this spirit sword is also cheap to make.

Xiao Mumu also studied for a long time and tried many times before refining this crushing spirit sword.

Mo Hua then came to try the sword again.

“The second-level bird-like monsters and beasts are not good enough, they are a bit weak...”

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

The bird monster was weaker than the blood of the beast, and the flesh defense was worse. It was only relying on it to soar for nine days and fast speed, which seemed tricky.

 But these advantages are all restrained by the "sword control" of ink painting.

 After Xiaomu improved the spirit sword before, Mo Hua was able to "control the sword" and kill an eagle demon alone.

Now that this spirit sword has been iterated several times and has been enhanced a lot, Mo Hua wants to try it with a stronger monster.

 “A second-grade mid-level demonic wood eagle.”

 This is the purpose deliberately chosen for ink painting.

The Demonic Wood Eagle is relatively weak among the second-grade mid-level monsters, but it is definitely much stronger than the second-grade elementary ones.

 Mo Hua calmed down, let go of his consciousness, and sat there "waiting for the rabbit".

 Waiting for this monster to fly across the sky, let yourself stab with the sword.

After waiting for a long time, those who flew over were all second-level bird demons.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

 If you want to encounter a second-grade mid-level monster in the outer mountains, you really need to have some luck.

Of course, the killing was a bit harsh mainly on the hills of Taixumen.

Although there are too many monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain and their disciples cannot kill them all, the monsters also know which mountains are dangerous and where the monks are dangerous, and they will migrate according to the situation.

There are fewer second-level elementary monsters, and there are naturally fewer intermediate-level monsters.

 Ink painting is helpless.

 “Look somewhere else?”

 Maybe you can encounter these hills outside Taixu Gate.

  Since they are all in the outer mountains, I have already stepped on some of them, so there won't be much danger.

Mo Hua put away his sword, stood up and looked into the distance, then picked a direction where he felt he might encounter a monster, and walked straight over.

 After leaving the mountain top of Taixu Gate, the surrounding mountains looked a little strange.

 After walking for a while, I saw several disciples from other sects.

 Some of them were wearing sect robes, and some were not.

 Those who wear sect robes are because there are many disciples in the same sect and they have to look after each other.

 Those who did not wear robes were small groups of three or five, in order to keep a low profile and not reveal their true identity.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then silently took off his Taixu sect robe and put on light gray casual clothes.

 It's better to keep a low profile when you're alone.

After walking like this for a while, Mo Hua finally found traces of a second-grade mid-level demonic wooden eagle.

He let go of his spiritual consciousness and followed the trail until he reached a mountain forest. As expected, he saw the hawk demon hovering above the mountain forest, with fierce eyes and harsh neighing sounds from time to time.

The hawk demon has a huge body, and its faint aura is somewhat astonishing.

Whether it is blood energy or demonic power, it is a level higher than ordinary second-grade first-level demonic beasts.

Mo Hua looked back and chose an escape route for himself.

In case of this sword flying out and without hitting this eagle monster, then you must make a decisive and slip.

 Otherwise, if you are targeted by this harpy, you will be in trouble.

After Mo Hua selected the route and ensured it was foolproof, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, took out his spiritual sword, locked the enemy with his spiritual consciousness, and controlled the sword with his spiritual thoughts.

With a thought, the spiritual sword resonates.

A bright golden light suddenly appeared, drawing a sharp golden line from the sky. Accompanied by a slight sound of swords, it hit the demon wood eagle hovering in the sky with lightning speed.

 The moment the spiritual sword hit, the golden sword energy bloomed.

The sword energy transformed by the sword array is like a small hurricane, strangling the divine body of Yao Muying.

 And the Spiritual Sword itself was also destroyed by the sword energy and fell into pieces.

The sword body shattered into pieces and split into tiny pieces, which mixed with the sword energy and exploded like golden fireworks in the daytime.

 The broken sword and the sword energy were strangled together.

Even the second-grade mid-level Demonic Wood Eagle is hard to resist suddenly.

Its feathers were crushed by the sword energy, and at the same time, the broken spirit sword also cut its flesh.

This kind of smashing sword control can also be regarded as the integration of sword energy and sword weapon in another sense.

 With a shrill roar, the Demonic Wood Eagle fell from the sky.

 With a sword thrown out, Mo Hua, who had long been prepared to escape at any time, looked happy when he saw this.

The power of this crushing sword was stronger than he expected.

 According to his experience, if birds and monsters fall directly from the sky, their injuries will not be minor.

Mo Hua decided to step forward and take a look.

If the monster is seriously injured and you have the chance to kill it, then use the sword to make up for it.

 A second-grade mid-level monster, even if it is injured by the sword energy and the body is incomplete, it is still a huge achievement.

If it is this demonic wooden eagle, its demonic power is strong and its injuries are not serious.　　　　That means it has a great destiny.

　　I won't provoke it myself.

Mo Hua followed the direction where the Demonic Wood Eagle fell, but when he arrived at the place, he was a little surprised.

 There is no sign of the Demonic Wood Eagle…

 In front of him was a small section of cliff.

When the Demonic Wood Eagle fell to the ground, it seemed to flutter a few times, and accidentally fell off the cliff again.

Mo Hua looked around and saw that the cliff was not high. Although it was a bit cloudy, he could vaguely see the forest below the cliff.

 It doesn't look dangerous.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then attached his spiritual power to his hands and feet, pressed against the cliff, and fell down little by little.

But the cliff was steep and the mountain was higher than he thought.

It took nearly half an hour for the ink painting to fall to the bottom of the cliff.

 At the bottom of the cliff, there is a mountain forest with lush vegetation, and there is still no trace of the Demonic Wood Eagle.

 Ink Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, sensed the breath, and calculated the cause and effect through heavenly calculations. Finally, on the ground, he found blood stains seeping into the soil, as well as a faint trace of cause and effect.

 Ink paintings move forward following the movement of Qi.

After walking for about a cup of tea, he suddenly stopped and looked up, his eyes slightly focused.

 He found the Demonic Wood Eagle.

 But his monster was robbed!

 At this time, Yao Muying was already dead, lying on the ground with all his blood flowing out and completely lifeless.

 And on its bruised body, in addition to the fine golden sword marks, there was another obvious sword wound. It seemed that it was injured by an extremely cold and powerful sword energy, and it died as a result.

 Beside the Demonic Wood Eagle, stood a young man.

The young man is wearing a light blue robe. He looks young, has a handsome face, fair complexion, arrogance between his brows and eyes, and his eyes are as sharp as a sword.

　Not only his eyes, but his whole person, standing there, looked like a sharp spiritual sword.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly. After thinking for a while, he still didn't conceal his aura and walked straight out until he was ten feet away from the young man.

The young man noticed the footsteps and turned around slowly. His cold eyes touched the ink painting, and he was stunned for a moment.

Mo Hua got straight to the point, pointing at the demonic wooden eagle and saying:

 “This monster is mine.”

When the young man in green heard this, his expression became cold again, even with obvious hostility.

"your?"

　　His voice was as crisp as a young man's, but also as cold as the edge of a sword.

“Yes,” Mo Hua nodded and pointed upward, “The one I killed with my sword fell off the cliff and landed here.”

 Those who kill with a sword…

The young man glanced at the sword marks on Yao Muying's body, and the hostility in his eyes suddenly became heavier, and he sneered:

 “It's mine now.”

Mo Hua was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with an indifferent expression:

 “You...want to steal my things?”

The young man in green was slightly startled and sneered:

 “I robbed it, so what can I do?”

 There was a hint of defiance in the young man's tone.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.

He could see that this young man in light blue robes was also in the middle stage of foundation building. He was practicing swordsmanship and had superb swordsmanship. He didn't know which sect he was a disciple of.

 But no matter which disciple he is, no monk of the same level has dared to **** his things.

Even if they were robbed, they would be vomited out with blood and bones.

Moreover, this young man has an unruly look on his face and is obviously hostile to himself, and he will obviously not give up easily.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly deep and he said slowly:

 “If you dare to steal my things, then don't blame me for being rude...”

The mountains and forests were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.

The young man in green clothes across from him had a stern look on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.

 This little brat, something's not right…

It is obvious that his blood energy and spiritual power are weak, but the aura around him is lingering with a faint sense of oppression.

At that moment, he realized that the kid in front of him was no ordinary character.

This feeling of oppression cannot be explained clearly, but it is extremely clear.

This intuition derived from the "clear heart of the sword" told him that the young boy in front of him must be a "big enemy" that should not be underestimated.

 But this also aroused the arrogance in his heart.

 Those who practice swordsmanship should have no fear in their swordsmanship and move forward indomitably.

 The young man in green clothes was a little nervous and a little excited at the same time.

 Only by defeating strong enemies can his swordsmanship become stronger!

Although I don't know how strong the young monk in front of me is, my intuition will not lie, and Jian Xin's premonition will not be false either.

 The young man in green slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.

His long sword is a simple and ethereal ancient sword with inexplicable meaning.

The sword body is shiny and shiny, with a faint blue light, like the clear moonlight, and it also hides an elegant murderous intention.

His expression is focused, his eyes are cold, and the sword energy is flowing around his body, giving him an aura of inviolability.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.

 What a sharp sword.

 He has never seen such a strong swordsman in the same class.

 Even Situ Jian has never had such an aura of swordsmanship.

In the mountain forest, the sword flashed, and the evil plan suddenly appeared.

Without a word of nonsense, the young man in green pointed his long sword, and a light blue sword light shot through the sky like a crescent moon.

 The figure in the ink painting is like water, which can be avoided calmly.

The sword energy passed by Mo Hua, cutting off the tree trunk and sinking into the ground, leaving a clear sword mark.

This sword mark is almost exactly the same as the sword mark on the demon wood eagle.

Mo Hua threw a fireball with his backhand.

This fireball technique is not as powerful as the sword light of the young man in green, but it is fast and accurate.

The young man in green turned into sword light, dodged a few times, and then distanced himself. However, the fireball technique seemed to have locked onto him. It circled slightly, changed the distance, and flew towards him again.

The young man in green looked gloomy. With a slash of his long sword, a ray of sword light split the fireball technique, canceling each other out.

 But the power of the fireball technique is obviously not as powerful as the sword energy.

 In the blink of an eye, the second fireball arrived.

 The young man in green has his pupils shrunken.

This spell is too fast.

 He struck out a beam of sword light with his backhand and canceled out the fireball.

 “Fortunately, it's not too powerful...”

 The young man in green said silently.

Then the two of us, you set off fireballs, I slashed with sword light, and at the same time, I used my body skills to move around and fight in the mountains and forests.

 Both sides are testing.

Mo Hua wanted to try out how powerful the swordsmanship of this young man in green was.

The young man in Tsing Yi wants to try out what other methods there are for ink painting.

 After a while, Mo Hua felt that it was almost done.

Sword energy is very strong, but it is at the top level in the middle stage of foundation building. He may have a killing move, but he definitely can't use it in front of himself.

 The young man's movement seems to be that of sword escape.

 His speed is fast, but not as fast as his own. Moreover, it is like the light of a sword, going straight and without change.

 Mo Hua began to think about what method he should use to capture this young man in green.

 Should I use the Small Meteor Forbidden Technique to get up close, or should I go far away and use my spiritual consciousness to control the sword?

  Or you can secretly draw a formation, ambush one, and then bombard it with spells...

 Ink painting is a bit confusing.

 The troubling thing is that some methods that are too powerful are difficult to use.

Even though this young man had robbed his monster and had a bad temper, he couldn't really beat him to death because of this, otherwise he would get into trouble.

 Winning without killing is a bit difficult...

 On the other side, the young man in Tsing Yi was a little irritable.

 Over and over again, it's the fireball technique.

The two of them went back and forth and fought for dozens of rounds, but this kid only used fireball.

 “Are you humiliating yourself?!”

The young man in green was slightly angry, and then said coldly: "You only know the fireball technique? What about your sword technique that breaks the Golden Gate? Why not use it?"

Mo Hua threw two more fireballs and said inexplicably: "I'm not the one who can break the Golden Gate, so why should I use the sword technique to break the Golden Gate?"

The young man in green was stunned when he heard this. He fired two more sword energy, which canceled out the fireball technique, and then frowned and asked:

 “Aren't you the one who broke the Golden Gate?”

Mo Hua asked in reply: "How do I look like someone who broke the Golden Gate?"

The young man in green pointed at the demonic wooden eagle, "You said that this eagle was killed by a hunter. Aren't these sword marks on it the Qi of the Broken Gold Sword?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, this is what he thought.

His spiritual consciousness controls the sword, and he uses the sword formation of Broken Golden Gate. The sword energy he unleashes is naturally the sword energy of Broken Golden Gate.

Of course, the Broken Gold Sword Qi cannot be recognized.

Mo Hua said: "This is the sword energy passed down by my family. Why is it the Broken Gold sword energy?"

The young man in green frowned, "This sword energy is of the gold type..."

“Gold is one of the five elements. There are so many swordsmen who practice gold-based sword energy in this world. What does it have to do with him breaking the Golden Gate?”

 Ink painting is straightforward and straightforward.

The young man in green clothes paused for a moment, suddenly speechless.

This statement seems to be...there is indeed nothing wrong with it.

Duanjinmen is famous for its gold-based sword energy, but not all golden sword inheritances are from Duanjinmen...

 When he saw these golden sword marks, he concluded that the hawk demon was injured by the sword energy of those in Duanjinmen, so he made a decisive decision...

 The young man in green put away his sword silently.

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You're not going to fight?"

The young man in Tsing Yi cupped his hands and said frankly:

 “I was abrupt, sorry...”

Although he apologized, his face was stiff and he was obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that he apologized so directly, Mo Hua was a little surprised. He pointed at the monster wooden eagle, "Then this monster..."

The young man in green clothes was a little hesitant, but he only hesitated for a moment and then simply said:

"is yours."

Hearing this, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

 If you don't steal the children of your own monster, then you are a good child.

 It's just some misunderstanding. He has a lot of things, so he doesn't care about it.

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back, rolled up his sleeves, his eyes changed from deep to clear, and he restrained his murderous intent.

The young man in green clothes looked at the ink painting, and found that the strange sense of oppression and the palpitating threat on the ink painting disappeared in an instant, and his heart was slightly shocked.

He took a deep look at the ink painting and asked solemnly:

 “What sect are you from?”

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

This young man speaks a little bluntly, his face is a little cold, and he is also arrogant and not very polite.

Mo Hua then said to him: "Before asking people about their origins, you must first tell them where you are."

The young man in green was startled and realized that he had been negligent, so he held up his hands and said:

 “Outer disciple of Chongxu Sect…”

 “Linghu laughs.”

Mo Hua was startled.

 Linghuxiao?

 He looked at the young man's cold face and cursed in his heart:

This Linghu smile, I have never seen him smile before...

 (End of this chapter)

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