Asking About Longevity Chapter 775

Chapter 775 Sword Demon

 The golden light is condensed like a line, and the sword is filled with murderous intent.

The expression of the old demon cultivator changed drastically, and he immediately turned into a monster, closed his jointed limbs, blocked his body, and quickly retreated, trying to avoid the sword.

 But this sword is extremely fast.

Before he could take a few steps back, the golden sword light with sharp killing intent was already approaching.

The old demon cultivator gritted his teeth and used hard body parts to block the vital parts of his body.

 Then the sword pattern flashed, golden light bloomed, and the spiritual sword shattered, like a golden lotus blooming side by side, gorgeous and dangerous.

 In an instant, sword energy overflowed and blood mist exploded.

The limbs that were severed by the sword energy were scattered in all directions, and the flesh and blood cut by the broken sword also exploded all over the ground.

Ouyang Mu opened his mouth.

Although this was not the first time he had seen Brother Mo's sword, this type of sword was really unbelievable. The sword light was beautiful, but the sword aura was dangerous, far beyond that of ordinary monks in the same realm.

 So every time he saw it, he was inevitably shocked.

When the sword energy dissipated and the blood mist dissipated, the weapon refining room was in a mess, as if it had been washed by blood.

 A moment later, in the middle of the field, a mass of flesh and blood was trembling.

 The old demon cultivator is not dead.

 He is at the pinnacle of foundation building.

Mo Hua is only in the middle stage of foundation building. Although relying on the Broken Golden Sword Formation and the power of divine sword control is enough to pose a great threat to the later stage of foundation building, it is still a bit unrealistic to kill this old demon cultivator at the peak of foundation building in one fell swoop. .

The flesh and blood of the old demon cultivator trembled a few times, and then like a snake and insect shedding its skin, a layer of flesh and blood shed away, revealing the stooped and old figure underneath.

 But his breath became much weaker in an instant.

 The face is also getting older.

 Obviously, this serious injury and skin sloughing consumed his last bit of vitality and brought him one step closer to his end.

At the same time, his expression became more solemn, even with a hint of fear.

 This kind of sword...

 Golden elixir? !

"No," the old demon cultivator shook his head and thought, "It can't be the golden elixir. The spiritual power has not been crystallized, so it is still at the foundation level."

"But... what kind of foundation-building monk can master such a powerful and strange sword-controlling method?"

“In this **** of ten thousand demons, where demon cultivators are everywhere, who can control a sword so purely?”

At this time, this terrifying sword cultivator was hiding in the dark, peering at him.

 The old demon cultivator was confused and frightened. He opened his eyes and looked around, and said in a hoarse voice:

 “Where are you, fellow Taoist?”

 “Why don't you show up and see me?”

 There was no echo or movement around.

The old demon cultivator let go of his consciousness. The walls were empty and he still couldn't sense anything, but he knew that someone must be lurking in the dark.

The old demon cultivator sneered, "If you have such a superb swordsmanship, why do you behave like a villain, hiding your head and showing your tail, not daring to show your face?"

 Mo Hua naturally didn't talk nonsense with him.

 He has already taken out his second spiritual sword.

 Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

 In this world, if there is something that cannot be solved by wielding a sword once, then do it again.

 Everything was ready, Mo Hua's consciousness began to lock in again.

 The expression of the old demon cultivator suddenly changed.

He felt that there was a cold, obscure, strange, and inexplicably majestic consciousness coming to him quietly.

 Divinity locked!

 His attention was all on killing Ouyang Mu before, so he almost didn't notice this strange and obscure consciousness.

Now that he had been stabbed by a sword, he was like a frightened bird. With full concentration, his perception became much sharper.

 This is a kind of divine consciousness that he has never felt before.

Even so weird and complicated that it doesn't look like human consciousness at all.

 The old demon cultivator felt a chill in his heart.

He wanted to get rid of the lock of this spiritual consciousness, but as soon as his spiritual thoughts moved, he found that this ray of spiritual consciousness was like a maggot in the tarsus, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

 The old demon cultivator looked horrified.

 “I'm going to die!”

　　I am at the end of my strength.

That terrible sword, if it comes again, you will definitely die!

This cultivation, ambition, and century-old plan for the golden elixir will all be wasted!

"no!"

 “How to save yourself?!”

In panic, the old demon cultivator suddenly turned to wisdom. He immediately flicked his sleeves, and five or six evil daggers several feet long, quenched with centipede poison, quickly shot towards Ouyang Mu on the side.

Sure enough, as he attacked Ouyang Mu with the evil sword, the sense of crisis in him that was locked by his spiritual consciousness faded away.

Several evil swords, containing the demonic power at the peak of Foundation Establishment, streaked through the air with streaks of blood, heading straight towards Ouyang Mu to kill him.

Ouyang Mu was startled and could only retreat as much as possible.

 But he couldn't avoid it, and he couldn't prevent it at all.

 At this moment, golden light flashed in the sky.

A golden spiritual sword flew through the air and exploded with a ball of golden sword energy, destroying all these **** evil swords.

 Spiritual power and evil power are intertwined and strangled.

 A powerful wave of spiritual power spread, accompanied by fine sword energy and sword fragments.

In desperation, Ouyang Mu only had time to cross his arms to protect himself, before he was blown away by the aftermath of the sword exchange and fell into the corner.

Ouyang Mu struggled to get up, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

 He was hurt a little.

 But Xinmai was wearing the breastplate Mo Hua gave him, so it was no big deal.

At this time, the light in the old demon cultivator's cloudy eyes suddenly surged, and he looked toward the roof.

 The golden spiritual sword just now was fast and powerful. It destroyed all his evil swords, but at the same time, it also exposed the position of the sword.

 The old demon cultivator immediately injected demon power into an evil sword.

This evil sword has a snake pattern on the blade. It is longer than the previous one, and it is soaked in blood-colored light due to the injection of evil power.

The old demon cultivator waved his hand, and the snake-patterned evil sword was filled with blood. Like a poisonous snake, it bit out and went straight to the roof.

 The **** sword light hit the roof, causing an explosion.

 For a time, the stone wall cracked and debris was scattered.

Before the sword light hit, a thin figure fell from the roof and landed indoors.

 The old demon cultivator snorted coldly.

“No matter how cunning you are, I have not forced you out of here, but I want to see who you really are…”

 The dust dispersed, and the figure that fell from the roof gradually became clear.

 Slender figure, fair complexion.

The face is stained with dust and looks dirty, but you can see the handsomeness between the eyebrows and the traces of innocence and childishness in the expression.

 The old demon cultivator glanced at it, his pupils shrank, and he was a little confused.

 “A…kid?!”

The person who used the extremely sharp broken gold sword to attack me secretly was this... a simple-looking kid? !

 No, absolutely impossible!

 The old demon cultivator looked solemn and asked in a deep voice:

 “Little devil, who are you?”

Mo Hua smiled and said nothing.

 The old demon cultivator was shocked.

Could it be...an old monster with childish face and black hair.

 But, that's not right either.

His physical body is very weak, and his spiritual power does not appear to be strong. His blood is fresh and young, not stale. He is obviously not very old, and he does not look like an old monster at all.

 The old demon cultivator's expression moved slightly, and he guessed in his mind:

"This kid...maybe had some chance encounter. Although he has poor qualifications, he is extremely talented in swordsmanship. Therefore, he has mastered such a powerful sword at a young age."

“But apart from handling a sword, I'm afraid I don't know anything about it.”

"That's why he didn't dare to show his face. He only dared to hide in the dark and make sneak attacks with his sword..."

The old demon cultivator had a plan in mind. He glanced at Mo Hua slowly, then at Ouyang Mu beside him, and said in a hoarse voice:

“Little brother, are you from the same family as this boy from the Ouyang family?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said:

  “So it is.”

His voice is as clear and sweet as pearls falling on a jade plate.

The old demon cultivator's eyelids twitched slightly, and he thought that he was indeed a young child.

He felt more and more incredible, but there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Little brother, I don't tell secrets. Although I don't know how you got in, you should understand that this is the Prison of Ten Thousand Demons. Once discovered, no matter how superb your swordsmanship is, you will be killed by hundreds or even thousands of people." The demon cultivator tore it into pieces and swallowed it alive."

“Many demon cultivators are desperately besieging you. Even the golden elixir is at risk of falling, let alone a kid like you who is in the middle stage of foundation building..."

"To be honest, I also have some secrets that I don't want outsiders to know..." the old demon cultivator slowed down, "Why don't we each give up?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Old liar, please don't lie to me. Even if I want to give up, you won't give up."

 The old demon cultivator paused for a moment and said kindly: "Little brother, why do you say this?"

Mo Hua smiled slightly and said:

“Old liar, you have made a sword bone and want to form an elixir. Now that the arrow is on the string and success or failure is on the line, how can you stop?”

 “Do you really think I'm a child? Still want to lie to me?”

The old demon cultivator frowned slightly, and then there was a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth, "How do you know that I want to make sword bones and form golden elixirs?"

 “Nonsense,” Mo Hua said, “Who doesn't want to form an elixir?”

 The old demon cultivator's eyes were slightly cold, "Then do you know how I forge sword bones and form elixirs?"

 The ink painting shows a confident look:

"Don't think I don't know, your sword bones have already been cast. As for forming the elixir, it's nothing more than using Junior Brother Mu as a guide and using some unorthodox methods to form the golden elixir."

 When Mo Hua said this, he paid attention to the spiritual consciousness of the old demon cultivator.

 It's just that this old demon cultivator is obviously an old swindler. At this time, when the two are facing each other, he is extremely vigilant and his consciousness does not fluctuate significantly.

Mo Hua was not sure for a moment, whether his guess was right or wrong.

  Or did you only guess half of it right?

While Mo Hua was meditating, he suddenly heard Ouyang Mu saying urgently:

 “Senior Brother Mo, it's not good! This old guy is eating secretly!”

Mo Hua was startled.

Ouyang Muze looked anxious.

At first, he listened to the two people talking and didn't pay attention. Later, he accidentally noticed that the old demon cultivator's back movements were abnormal. He looked sideways and suddenly discovered that the old demon cultivator stretched his back out of nowhere. Two slender limbs appeared, and a squirming insect mouth was opened on the back of the head.

At this moment, he was carrying an ink painting on his back and kept using his jointed limbs to feed a flesh-colored elixir into the mouth of the insect on the back of his head.

Ouyang Mu has not yet finished speaking. The old demon cultivator suddenly looked ferocious.

Not only Ouyang Mu, but also this kid who came out of nowhere, he wants to kill these two little kids and use them as a primer for his own evil sword!

　　He was already approaching his end, but now he was wounded by a sword and was about to die. He had to fight for this only glimmer of hope!

Just now he was chatting with Mo Hua while feeding himself the elixir.

 At the same time, I have also thought about it in my mind.

 That boy Ouyang Mu can make a sword, but it doesn't matter if he is vulnerable to a real fight.

 The important thing is this boy who can wield a sword.

This weird little devil is indeed excellent in swordsmanship, but his physical body is poor and his spiritual power is weak, so he must be afraid of being approached.

And his sword is a long-distance sword.

As long as he is entangled at close range and unable to wield a sword, no matter how superb his swordsmanship is, it is nothing more than fish on his own sword!

Victory and defeat depend on this move, as well as life and death!

 At the moment, as long as you strike first, the advantage lies with you!

  In the eyes of the old demon cultivator, the evil energy surged, and his body began to be demonized again. Even if there was insufficient time, the demonic power was not fully restored, and he could only demonize half of it, becoming an ugly monster that was half human and half centipede, but it was enough.

 This sword-wielding brat is no match for him as long as he gets close!

 The evil wind suddenly rises, and the **** light trembles.

The old demon cultivator suddenly started to attack, and his speed was extremely fast.

He could even see the "panic" look on Mo Hua's face opposite him, as well as his helpless look.

"poor child…"

 Lao Yao cultivates his mind.

 But there was no mercy in his heart.

Two jointed limbs, like sharp sickles, are cutting towards Mo Hua's body, as if they want to cut Mo Hua into three sections along the waist.

But the next moment, the water light flashed, and the figure painted in ink disappeared.

 The old demon cultivator was startled.

  Shenfa?

 But he did not give up. He caught a glimpse of Mo Hua's figure from the corner of his eye, and continued to swing his limbs to chop at Mo Hua.

The figure of the ink painting is as light as water, leaning against the sharp limbs, and dodging it dangerously.

 Three more cuts were made.

 All the ink paintings have been avoided.

 The old demon cultivator felt angry.

Where did this **** kid learn such a weird movement technique?

But he was unable to dismount from the tiger, so he could only drag his long centipede body, waving his jointed limbs, and kept chasing the ink paintings to slash.

If you don't get close and kill Mo Hua, once you let Mo Hua distance yourself and wield the sword with your spiritual consciousness, you will be the one who dies.

Mo Hua's figure is like water, avoiding the attack of the old demon cultivator.

 The scene was somewhat stalemate for a while.

After hiding like this for dozens of rounds, Mo Hua was quite embarrassed and said when he had time:

 “Old liar, forget it, I have good physical skills and you can't kill me.”

The old demon cultivator snorted coldly, "I am killing and you are running away. Even if you can dodge hundreds of moves, if you can't dodge even one move, you will die in my hands!"

“I just took a lot of pills, I can use them slowly with you!”

 The old demon cultivator's eyes were ferocious.

Mo Hua's expression was solemn, with a hint of anxiety, but after just a moment, he suddenly smiled brightly and said to the old demon:

“What a coincidence, I just set up a lot of formations, and I don't want to waste them with you.”

Hearing this, the old demon cultivator looked stunned for a moment.

 Suddenly a chill came over my heart.

He lowered his head and saw that at some point, layers of formations were painted on the ground. One of the formations was shining with golden light, like a golden lock, and had wrapped around his limbs.

 The old demon cultivator's pupils trembled sharply.

 When I was chasing this kid, he led me step by step into the center of this dense formation? !

 When did he set up the formation?

How can this be? !

 A very strong omen of death enveloped the whole body.

The old demon cultivator's expression was twisted, and he almost tried his best to get out of these formations.

 But it's too late.

　　Golden chains surround you, and earthly fire explodes.

 Golden light and fire spread directly.

Mo Hua's feet were like a dragonfly floating on water, floating back step by step. At the same time, he was also activating the formation in circles.

Every time he took a step back, a circle of formations exploded, covering the old demon cultivator layer by layer until he was completely engulfed.

 The two spiritual powers of earth fire and earth killing fluctuate, constantly intersecting and strangling.

The light of fire and the light of earth alternate with each other.

Finally, when the fluctuations in the formation subsided, the old demon cultivator had been strangled by the formation, leaving only a pool of flesh and blood.

 The evil weapon room suddenly became quiet.

Only the gloomy fire is still burning "sizzlingly".

Ouyang Mu breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked at the middle of the formation explosion, where the old demon cultivator turned into flesh and blood. Thinking that he was once a swordsmith of the Ouyang family in Tai'amen, he felt a little complicated.

 Then he turned his head and said: "Senior Brother Mo..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua shook his head.

Ouyang Mu was startled, "What's wrong?"

 “It's not over yet…”

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ouyang Mu's heart trembled, and he immediately looked at the old demon cultivator who was still flesh and blood, and saw a trace of golden-red blood shining between the flesh and blood.

That is a sword.

 It is the sword bone that the old demon cultivator used to forge with his own "spine".

 It is also the natal evil sword that he carefully prepared for his promotion to the Golden Core.

At this time, the evil bone sword glowed with golden light, and the blood flowed like magma, evaporating little by little the remaining flesh and blood body of the old demon cultivator.

Ouyang Mu's face turned pale.

 This old demon cultivator, when he was about to die, sacrificed his life and flesh and blood and activated the evil sword!

 The flesh and blood evaporated by the evil fire of sword energy emitted a thin mist of blood and a disgusting human smell.

 The blood mist of the evil sword instantly enveloped the entire room.

Ouyang Mu felt dizzy for a moment. He felt that his whole body was like a dream, and he couldn't tell the difference between true and false. His soul seemed to be leaving his body.

Just when I didn't know what to do, I heard a voice from afar:

 “Black cloth, wrapped around the forehead!”

 Senior Brother Mo!

Ouyang Mu was excited and immediately followed the instructions, wrapping the black cloth Mo Hua had given him before around his forehead.

Once the black cloth is wrapped around it, everything seems to be cut off.

 There is no more headache, no dizziness, and no more blurry feeling like in a dream.

 “Stay where you are, don't move.” Mo Hua said again.

"good."

Ouyang Mu nodded, then followed Mo Hua's instructions and meditated obediently on the spot.

On the other side, Mo Hua let go of the dreamlike feeling and listened to the whispers in his ears. It took him a long time before he felt like his consciousness was being withdrawn.

 When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a pool of blood.

 In the middle of the blood pool, there is a ferocious bone sword.

 And the surrounding areas were sealed by formation patterns.

This formation pattern is exactly the Shinto formation pattern that the old demon cultivator painted on the sword bone.

 Inside the blood pool, it was eerily quiet.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, and when he was confused, he suddenly became frightened.

A **** and evil spiritual aura emerged from all around and poured into the bone sword.

The bone sword seemed to have been injected with "soul" and integrated into "flesh and blood". Blood oozed from it, white bones grew out, white flesh grew out, expanded and grew little by little... and finally turned into a ferocious sword with two hands and six claws. And the ruthless "Bone Centipede Sword Demon".

 His face and breath are vaguely discernible.

It was the old demon cultivator.

After the old demon transformed into the complete White Bone Sword Demon, he couldn't help but let out a low and terrifying sinister laugh.

"finally…"

 “I am done!”

"If the golden elixir fails to form, I will continue to live in the form of a haunted 'sword demon'..."

　　Then its pair of dark and evil eyes turned and looked at the ink painting indifferently.

 After a moment, it suddenly frowned:

 “Why have you become smaller?”

The ink painting in the form of spiritual thoughts is still a little kid before building a foundation.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, with a cold look in his eyes.

"That's all," the tall and ferocious old demon cultivator who transformed into a bone-stained sword demon didn't care, and laughed wildly:

 “Smaller, tenderer, just right for appetizing...”

Its expression suddenly became stern, and one of its arms turned into a bone sword, drawing a ray of white light and slashing towards the ink painting.

 It is now a demon, a sword demon!

 Standing in his own natal bone sword and nourished by the blood pool, he can feel that the power of his evil thoughts is unprecedentedly powerful.

It is not afraid of anyone, any evil spirit, or any demon.

It will chop this little kid into pieces, and then swallow it up bite by bite, as a gift for itself to become a demon!

 The sword of bones fell suddenly.

Then it stopped abruptly after just a moment...

 The Bone Sword Demon's ferocious smile froze on his face.

It saw a scene that was difficult to understand.

 The bone sword was caught by Mo Hua with his bare hands.

With a white face, Mo Hua looked very young compared to the huge white bone sword demon. He stretched out a small hand and easily grasped the bone sword that looked sharp and evil.

 The little white hands didn't even have a scratch on the skin.

The White Bone Sword Demon moved the bone sword a few times and found that the sword body was gripped by the ink painting. No matter how hard it exerted force, it could not move.

It suddenly realized that something was not quite right...

Mo Hua looked at it indifferently, "You want to eat me?"

 The Bone Sword Demon was silent.

The ink painting was gently pinched and it made a squeaking sound.

 The bone sword was crushed to pieces with bare hands.

The Bone Sword Demon was startled, and suddenly took a breath of cold air. His face instantly turned whiter than bones.

 (End of this chapter)

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