Asking About Longevity Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Shadow

“Remember it under the name of the ink painting?”

Xun Ziyou was stunned.

Mr. Xun gave him a faint look, "What? No?"

"No."

Xun Ziyou was a little embarrassed, "This is a bit against the rules, I'm afraid it won't convince the public..."

Old Mr. Come to me and I'll see what excuses he can come up with."

Xun Ziyou smiled bitterly, "Yes..."

Old Mr.

"If others ask, just say it was my decision. Of course, if others don't ask, don't say anything. It's better to do less than to do more..."

After Mr. Xun finished speaking, he sighed slightly and said with emotion:

"It is not easy for casual cultivators to practice, especially spiritual stones. Without spiritual stones, it is difficult to move forward."

"His realm is low now, and it's not that obvious. In the future, when his cultivation level goes up, he will swallow and vomit a huge amount of spiritual stones. How can he do it without any family background..."

"Ancestor, you are right." Xunzi said leisurely.

But in his heart, he still felt a little guilty.

It would be strange if others heard what you said and didn't think that Mo Hua was your biological grandson...

However, this time in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the ink painting contributed a lot, so it is reasonable to give him some reward.

Xun Ziyou cupped his hands and said:

"After the discussion with Duanjinmen is over, I will pick some properties according to your instructions and put them under the name of Mo Hua. The annual profit-making spirit stones will also be given directly to him..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xun intercepted and said: "I won't give it now."

"No?" Xun Ziyou was a little surprised.

Mr. Xun nodded and said: "Keep it first, don't give it to him."

Seeing that Xun Ziyou was a little confused, Mr. Xun continued: "He is still young, what does he need so many spiritual stones?"

"When there are too many spiritual stones, it is easy to become bad, and it is easy to be lazy and not know how to work hard."

"One day in the future, he really needs spiritual stones to practice. I will give them to him then."

“It is always better to provide help in times of need than icing on the cake.”

The same kind of kindness can help others remember your friendship.

The icing on the cake, sometimes others aren't that concerned.

This is Mr. Xun's little selfishness.

He wanted Mo Hua to remember more of Taixu Sect's kindness.

Of course, he still had some concerns.

That is the "deceitful man"...

Mo Hua's spiritual talent is too strong, and may even be stronger than that "treacherous man". Once it goes astray, the consequences will be disastrous.

It's not impossible to even become a demon more terrifying than the "Crooked Man"...

Therefore, this spiritual stone cannot be handed over to him with confidence until Mo Hua truly grows up in the future and sticks to his Taoist heart.

Otherwise, it will be a "big sin".

Mr. Xun did not say these words.

Xun Ziyou didn't understand the inside story either, so he just nodded and said:

"Ancestor has considered it right."

After that, the two chatted for a while.

When the matter was almost finished, Xun Ziyou cupped his hands and said, "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."

"Yeah." Mr. Xun nodded.

Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment, a doubt lingering in his mind, but he hesitated and still did not ask.

Fifth-grade void formation...

He didn't ask, and Mr. Xun didn't mention it either.

Everyone seems to have forgotten.

But Xun Ziyou knew in his heart that this was the most critical point. However, at this level, involving fifth-level formations and cave-xu power, he could not interfere at all, let alone touch them.

Even if the ancestor found out something, it would be impossible to tell him.

Instead, it's ink painting…

"Ancestor," Xun Ziyou said slowly, "that kid in Mo Hua, isn't the way he cultivates different from that of ordinary monks?"

Mr. Xun looked calm, "Why is it different?"

Xun Ziyou frowned, "His spiritual consciousness seems to be much stronger than that of monks in the same realm. Moreover, he can also use his spiritual thoughts to invade certain types of imaginary objects. He also seems to be very familiar with evil spirits..."

"This couldn't have been taught by you, my ancestor, right?"

Xun Ziyou looked a little solemn, "What is the origin of this child? Where did he get these inheritances?"

Mr. Xun did not comment and only said:

"Don't ask too many questions, just know it yourself, and don't mention it to others."

"Ancestor..." Xun Ziyou was a little confused.

Mr. Xun said meaningfully: "If you don't ask, you won't know. If you don't know, there will be no cause and effect."

"Sometimes, there is no cause and effect, but it is 'good cause and effect'..."

Xun Ziyou was stunned, and then nodded solemnly.

Mr. Xun waved his hand and said, "Go and get busy."

"Yes." Xun Ziyou saluted, "Disciple, take your leave."

After Xun Ziyou left, Mr. Xun looked silent.

He knew some things about Mo Hua, but he never asked.

The man named Zhuang is close to success in his calculations.

Before he died, he must have tampered with the child, using the mist of heaven to cover up some important causes and consequences.

The secrets in Mo Hua are safe as long as he doesn't tell them.

But once he opens his mouth, even if he tells himself, it may not be safe...

Mr. Xun looked deeply and sighed slowly.

The night is dark.

In a secret room of a certain hall.

Mr. Tu is "being tortured."

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was annihilated. Over the years, almost all the demon cultivators they had raised were wiped out, and all the demons they had fostered were also devoured.

A trace of his soul was wiped out, and his vitality was severely damaged.

Even if it's just a little bit close, the spirit of "Young Master" will remain in the nightmare forever.

This is the worst loss so far.

If you lose the Ten Thousand Demons Valley in the Demon Refining Mountain, you will also lose an inexhaustible treasure house.

A large number of "minions" of demon cultivators driven by the God Lord, demon beast materials, demon flesh and blood, demon evil thoughts, etc., have all lost their supply.

Although everything happened for a reason, a divine punishment was inevitable.

This is also the most severe "torture" Mr. Tu has ever suffered.

He saw with his own eyes and experienced all kinds of tortures in the Three Thousand Wildernesses, which were like prisons on earth.

After the torture, Mr. Tu's skin was rotten and his bones were torn. He lay exhausted on the ground, almost without a human form, like a ball of ravaged "flesh and blood".

At the same time, what was even more painful was his soul.

I don't know how long it took before Mr. Tu recovered from the endless pain.

The pain of divine punishment was imprinted on his soul.

However, his skin and flesh were gradually recovering and transformed into a human form again.

Mr. Tu tremblingly knelt down in front of the white sheep bone statue, and said with trembling words: "Sin slave, thank you... thank the Lord for your gift..."

Although the God Lord inflicted torture.

Divine punishment has never been more severe.

But Mr. Tu knew in his heart that the Lord God was merciful after all.

God forgives himself.

The root cause of the defeat in this battle was that the opponent was a "fierce god".

How can mortals compare to gods?

It's because the fierce **** is too strong, not because he is too weak.

In front of the gods, no matter how thorough the preparations are, no matter how meticulous the plan is, sometimes it will be in vain.

In this battle, although there were heavy losses, there were also great gains.

Mr. Tu fell to the ground and said with fear:

"The true enemy of the Lord of God has revealed his face in front of the Sin Slave..."

"This is a young ferocious **** that has just hatched!"

"The magical power of this **** is a golden sword, but its shape is simple and its blade is crude. It looks like a sword but not a sword."

"Using a sword as a magical power shows how murderous it is!"

"All the thousands of monsters in the Demon Refining Chart were slaughtered by it, which shows the depth of its ferocity!"

"This **** must be the most vicious **** among the evil gods."

"And the minions and supporters of this vicious **** are the first to bear the brunt of this attack, and they are the Taixu Sect!"

"Even Chongxumen and Tai'amen are inseparable!"

"There must be high-level monks in the three sects of this lineage who secretly believe in this 'fierce god'. They are driven by this fierce **** and make careful arrangements to protect this young fierce **** from growing up safely and taking over the whole country."

"And the purpose of this fierce god..."

Mr. Tu kowtowed, his teeth chattering, "It's the Lord of God!"

The room suddenly became darker.

Mr. Tu was frightened in his heart and spoke faster: "The Lord of God is sleeping, his thoughts are silent, and his power is not revealed."

"This fierce **** is so bold that he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to covet the God Lord, secretly steal the God Lord's authority, and plot to seize the God Lord's rank, and even..."

"Get your hands on the divine marrow!"

The dark wind suddenly rose, and the blood in the secret room was thick, as if there was an overwhelming coercion coming down, making it suffocating.

The Lord of God is angry!

Mr. Tu knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

After a while, everything dissipated.

Mr. Tu seemed to have a "divine sign" in his heart.

It seemed that the Lord God had given him some revelations.

Mr. Tu's eyes were hollow and cruel for a moment, revealing an evil majesty. After a while, they returned to normal.

Mr. Tu was stunned for a moment and looked ecstatic. He suppressed the panic and excitement in his heart, knelt down devoutly and said:

"With the gift of the God Lord, this old slave will definitely do his best to set up a dragnet to round up this 'fierce god'."

"Let this young fierce **** become the most abundant 'sacrifice' in the grand ceremony of the Lord's resurrection!"

"Let him know that anyone who offends our Lord's divine power, even if he is a god, will definitely die!"

After Mr. Tu finished speaking, the blood in the room gradually faded away.

The depressing atmosphere also completely disappeared.

Mr. Tu stood up slowly, but his expression was very solemn.

Hunting the 'fierce god'… must be extremely difficult.

I don't know how much price will be paid, how many people will die, and how many evil spirits will be wiped out...

But it's all worth it.

Moreover, that fierce **** is still in his infancy, his divine level is no more than the second level, and his innate magical powers have not been fully developed. No matter how powerful he is, there is a limit.

If you don't kill him now, he will be in serious trouble in the future!

That fierce god...

In Mr. Tu's mind, he couldn't help but resurface the scene he saw when his remnant soul was finally destroyed.

The sky is filled with golden light, a young divine body, and a simple but terrifying "magic sword".

This scene was "calculated" by him.

After the remnant soul dies, everything about the remnant soul will also be lost.

He wasn't supposed to know.

It was because he borrowed the mind power of the God Lord to deduce himself that he saw the remnant of his soul and the scene he saw before his death.

He only dares to deduce himself.

Even if he had eighteen more courages, he would not dare to deduce a fierce god.

And when he deduces his own remnant soul, what he sees is this scene.

Other than that, there are no clues at all.

Neither the face of the fierce **** nor his form can be seen.

This book was nothing. What really made Mr. Tu care about was that he vaguely seemed to see the eyes of this fierce god.

These eyes are as deep as a cold pool, with flowing luster. They are very complex and weird, and seem to contain many different layers of power.

What frightened him the most was a "black shadow".

This is no ordinary shadow.

The dark shadow in the fierce god's eyes seems to be vaguely mixed with a strange spiritual algorithm.

A name appeared in Mr. Tu's mind.

He felt cold all over.

Mr. Tu immediately shook his head and said: "Impossible, no matter how scary and weird that man's way is, there is no way he can stretch his hand so long..."

"What's more, it's still under the eyes of the Lord of God."

"impossible…"

Mr. Tu murmured.

There was some cause and effect somewhere, so Mr. Tu put this suspicion behind him and forgot about it.

However, he never realized whether he had forgotten it voluntarily or was forced to forget it...

At the border of Qianxue State, undercurrents are surging from all sides.

The days of ink painting have become peaceful.

He burned the soothing incense every day and visualized the "Taixu Picture" given to him by Mr. Xun. Mo Hua didn't know the name of the picture, so he used his expertise and picked one at random.

Visualize the Taixu diagram and refine your Taoist mind.

Other than that, classes, practice, and formation formations are all the same as before.

After a few days, some of the mottled and messy evil desires remaining in the sea of consciousness were almost purified.

Mo Hua took some more time to consolidate his lower consciousness.

In this way, his spiritual realm was completely stabilized.

Nineteen lines!

Mo Hua felt happy.

Generally speaking, the spiritual consciousness of monks in the foundation-building realm is the strongest at this level.

The senior brothers who are one year above him are not as strong as him in spiritual consciousness now.

Even some inner disciples who are at the peak of foundation building, if they don't learn formations and follow the path of spiritual consciousness, their spiritual consciousness will not be as good as their own.

Mo Hua is very satisfied.

Moreover, although his cultivation level has not increased, thanks to the breakthrough of two realms of spiritual consciousness, his spiritual thoughts have become more powerful. Most of his cultivation methods, including formations, spells, and even the superficial "spiritual thoughts turning into swords", have also become more powerful. There has been a significant improvement.

only…

Mo Hua frowned slightly at the thought of turning his spiritual thoughts into swords.

His spiritual thought turned into a sword and was "disabled".

It can only be used in the world of spiritual thoughts, including visualizations, illusions, dreams or nightmares.

Reality doesn't work.

But the orthodox "Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword True Art" should not be like this...

Mo Hua thought again of the senior sword cultivator from the small fishing village.

The senior's spiritual thoughts turned into swords can be used in reality.

Relying on the sword formula, through the outward release of spiritual thoughts, the sword intention is condensed and integrated with the sword energy. It can kill flesh and blood demons, as well as ghosts and evil spirits.

But not my own.

I have tried ink painting many times, but no matter what I try, it doesn't work.

For monks in the foundation building stage, their spiritual thoughts can indeed be released.

But this kind of external exposure can only be perceived passively, but cannot be actively attacked.

At most, it is to actively "control things".

But the object control itself does not rely on spiritual thoughts to kill, but relies on the objects controlled by divine thoughts, such as spiritual swords or other spiritual weapons, for offense and defense.

Mo Hua sighed.

“How can we learn the true 'Sword Controlling with Divine Mind'?”

"It's my consciousness, isn't it strong enough?"

Mo Hua was startled, and he suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Huangshan Jun indeed seemed to have said that the spiritual consciousness required for wielding a sword with spiritual thoughts:

"At least golden elixir, more than twenty lines..."

"Moreover, the golden elixir may not be able to be cultivated..."

"After all, when spiritual thoughts turn into swords, sword energy turns into sword intention, and sword intention manifests sword energy, rather than simply using 'divine thoughts' to manifest sword energy..."

Mo Hua scratched his head.

Twenty patterns, golden elixir spiritual consciousness, it will take years and months of the monkey.

Anyone who has attained spiritual enlightenment knows that the amount of spiritual consciousness required to break through a large realm is extremely terrifying.

It took him a long time to hone his spiritual consciousness from nine to ten lines.

Not to mention the 19th to 20th lines, the gap between them is probably as wide as the sea.

Mo Hua thought again:

"My spiritual consciousness is special, so I don't necessarily have to have twenty lines. If I go up to nineteen lines, I'll try again when I'm stronger?"

But this creates another problem.

How can I break through the 19th line?

Now that I can reach the nineteenth line, to a certain extent, I can say that I am lucky.

Mr. Tu had been raising a large number of demons in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for who knows how long. In the end, he took advantage of himself and was devoured by him in one go.

After refining so many evil spirits, he fed the Heavenly Dao Seal and allowed his consciousness to break through the eighteen lines. Then he worked hard and broke through to the nineteen lines.

But there is only one Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

No matter how powerful Mr. Tu is, he will never be able to create a second "haunted place" within the borders of Qianxue State.

In this case, the only option is to leave the state border.

But he is still banned...

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, "If you have time, I can ask Mr. Xun if I can get rid of my restraint?"

"What excuse can you make?"

Ink painting is a bit difficult.

When he was hesitating, not knowing what "justifiable reason" to find to persuade Mr. Xun, Mr. Xun found him first.

"This is the formation diagram of the Eighteen Patterns."

Mr. Xun handed a thick stack of diagrams containing some Five Elements and Bagua formations to Mo Hua, and told him:

"Although you now have nineteen lines of spiritual consciousness, you still need to learn the formation step by step. Start with the eighteen lines first. Once you have learned it solidly, you can then learn the nineteen lines. Don't aim too high."

"Yes, old sir." Mo Hua said respectfully.

Mr. Xun glanced at the ink painting and suddenly asked: "Can your consciousness... be stronger?"

Mo Hua was stunned.

Nineteen lines, aren't they strong enough?

"You mean... twenty lines?" Mo Hua whispered.

Mr. Xun said angrily:

"How can it be twenty lines? No matter how good your opportunity is, and no matter how talented you are, you can't reach the level of twenty lines in foundation building!"

Having the spiritual consciousness in the late stage of Foundation Establishment in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment is the same concept as having the divine consciousness in the Golden Core realm in the Foundation Establishment realm?

There is a big hurdle between the foundation and the golden elixir.

Regardless of cultivation level and spiritual consciousness.

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting with a hint of hidden longing in his eyes, "Just be stronger than now."

The stronger it is, the safer it is.

When it comes to the future of the sect, the safer it is, the better.

"Stronger?" Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Okay!"

Then Mo Hua was embarrassed and said in a low voice: "But in the Qianxue state boundary, I guess it's not very good. I need to go out, find some opportunities, and go through some 'tempering'..."

He didn't say what the "opportunity" was or what the "training" was.

Mr. Xun didn't ask any questions. He just glanced at the ink painting with intriguing eyes, nodded and said:

"Okay, I won't hold you back anymore. After the New Year, you can run around."

He wanted to see how far Mo Hua, a kid with free hands and feet, could "hone" his consciousness...

Thank you for the 10,000 point reward from someone who doesn't like fish~

(End of chapter)

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