Asking About Longevity Chapter 859

Chapter 859 Evil Fetus

After his soul was extinguished, Mr. Wu's remaining spiritual thoughts were scattered around with streams of blood.

This was originally something that could be "eaten", but even though Mr. Wu turned into a yaksha, he was still a human being, and he was also cannibalistic. Mo Hua was a little disgusted and had no appetite, so he condensed a fireball and ate the remaining spiritual thoughts together. Burned.

This kind of rotten side dish doesn't matter.

Next, there will be something better waiting for you.

He needs to save his appetite and prepare to "eat" a big meal!

Now that Xie Liu, Shui Yanluo, Xiao Zhenhai and Mr. Wu are all dead, almost all the enemies in the Dragon King Temple have been eliminated.

Under the leadership of the "loyal" believers of the God Lord, the ink paintings as "sacrifice" finally descended on the altar of the Great Wilderness God Lord.

The essence of the ink painting began to flow, the whole body glowed with a faint golden light, and the eyes turned into dark gold, with a majestic and unfathomable gaze.

Looks like a "god".

Then the ink painting sits on the altar.

The altar welcomed a hypocritical “god master”.

But this "false god" is very similar to the aura of the Lord of the Wilderness.

Even, he once actually stole part of the authority of the Lord of the Wilderness and exercised the power on behalf of the Lord. Now when he comes to the altar and is familiar with the roads, he feels like he has arrived at his own "home".

The altar also upheld its own "loyalty" and granted authority to this false god.

At that moment, the endless laws of the great road were like rain and passing by like meteors.

The rays of light are condensed, constantly changing, weaving with each other, and converging together to form an endless and vast flow of light.

The flow of light is like a towering tree, rising into the sky, spreading its branches and leaves, covering the entire sky and earth.

The tree of divine power!

The ink painting is located on the altar, and in his clear eyes, he once again witnesses these extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying laws of light, intertwined with light and death, and merge into one, reaching the sky and the earth.

This scene was not the first time he had seen it, but he still felt shocked and fascinated by it.

“The gods are born according to the Tao, and the avenue they adhere to and the authority given by God are just a branch on this towering sacred tree.”

“If one day, I can penetrate the entire tree of divine power and control the laws of heaven and earth, which are as complicated as meteors, and thousands of avenues, converge into one, does it mean that I can... become an immortal?"

Mo Hua was thinking a little "wishfully" in his heart.

Of course, he also understands that this road is still far away.

He has only scratched the surface of his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

He felt that the power of the Great Wilderness Evil God was vast, incomprehensible, and unable to be completely controlled, let alone the tree of the origin of the power that stretched across the sky and the earth and was like a legendary "building tree".

The road to immortality is long and the journey is far away.

Ink painting gathers the mind.

“Let's have a full meal first and then talk…”

He used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the altar, and on the "tree of the origin of divine authority" woven by the laws of heaven and earth, he located his own...no, it was the tree of divine authority of the Lord of the Wilderness.

Mo Hua stole the divine power and took control of the "Tree of Divine Power" of the Lord of the Wilderness.

At that moment, divine authority connected with his consciousness.

The trees of the Great Wilderness spread out, and the nodes on them lit up one after another. In each node, there were many nightmares, and thousands of demons and evil spirits raised by the evil **** were all under his control.

Of course, the top of the tree of divine power is still shrouded in mist.

This is because Mo Hua is at best a young "god" and does not have enough "divine power" to clear the fog and get involved in the topmost divine power, the Lord of the Wilderness.

However, this is enough.

Just ordering a dish, why do you need so much power?

After Mo Hua sensed the demon node, he started to look for "Yu'er".

Yu'er is easy to find.

In the theocratic system of the Lord of the Wilderness, Yu'er's status is very special, and the nightmare node where she is located is also brighter.

Compared with other nodes, the aura is also purer. There is no evil and **** aura, but instead it has an innocent childish aura.

Mo Hua found Yu'er at almost one glance.

But when he looked at Yu'er's nodes, he suddenly frowned.

"It seems... a little darker than before, the breath of innocence is a little lighter, and the breath of weirdness is stronger..."

Why?

Obviously Yu'er is by his side, happily running around like a little bird every day, but why is her breath not as good as before?

Is it an illusion?

Or... these days, I have killed less demons, so Yu'er's nightmare is oppressed again?

Mo Hua sighed, "There is no other way. For the sake of Yu'er, I have to do whatever it takes this time and 'eat' more..."

Then he cheered up and officially started ordering.

This time he has experience.

Which monsters are strong and which monsters are weak?

Which monsters are "fat" and which monsters are "thin";

Which monsters look strong but are vulnerable to a single blow and can be killed with just one punch;

Which monsters look weak but act strangely and are troublesome to kill...

There are other demons that are too evil and look fat, but after killing them and refining their evil thoughts, there is not much pure thought power left.

There are also some demons who look very thin, but the demonic nature is only concentrated in the head. If the head is pinched off, the remaining evil thoughts are slightly refined, and the residual thought power is surprisingly large...

This is all the experience he summed up after a long period of "hunting", "refining", and "tasting" the spiritual demons.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any like-minded “taoist friends” in terms of “demon appreciation”. It's a pity that he has so many experiences but no one to share them with.

Mo Hua shook his head and continued to order for himself.

Compared with before, his appetite was much bigger this time.

The divine consciousness of the nineteen lines is already close to the peak of foundation building. For most second-level demons, even if the qualitative change of the spiritual consciousness is not taken into account, purely in terms of the amount of spiritual consciousness, it has already shown some "crushing" ” trend.

This means that most second-level monsters can no longer satisfy his "appetite".

As for the nineteen lines and upwards, the amount of spiritual consciousness required is even greater. If you want to "eat" your spiritual consciousness to twenty lines, you don't know how many demons and ghosts you have to swallow.

Hence, cherish every opportunity to “order food”.

“Ox and horse demons, come first a thousand...”

“Wolf-headed demon, five hundred come first.”

"Pig-Headed Demon, a hundred first...isn't it enough? Then let's make do with fifty."

“There are a few ram's horns, so I'll order seven…”

“This node looks good, let's go through it all…”

On the altar, the ink paintings are like mice that have fallen into a rice barn, and they are having a great time ordering food.

But as he was lighting, he was suddenly startled and realized that something was wrong. It seemed that someone was secretly watching him from behind.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Behind him, there was indeed a "thing".

This is a baby, covered in black blood, as if it had just hatched from an embryo. The blood is mixed with amniotic fluid, dirty and bloody.

Its pupils are pitch black, there are two horns on its head, and it exudes a mysterious, ancient, and powerful aura.

Now, it looks at the ink painting silently with empty and indifferent eyes.

The two people looked at each other.

A golden infant **** looks at a newly hatched black-blooded baby.

There was sudden silence all around.

Mo Hua gradually felt something bad in his heart.

“It's over, it seems...I met a big guy...”

The next moment, he was covered in black blood, like an "evil baby". His voice was as vague as a baby, with a hint of ignorant babble, but it also contained cruel emotions.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, not understanding what it was saying.

The dark evil baby with ram's horns looked at the ink painting silently, his pupils cold and a little confused.

It seemed that it had just been born, and it was trying its best to remember something. After a while, its empty eyes gained a hint of clarity. It looked at the ink painting and said in half-baked words:

“You are... left for me... to "eat"..."

Mo Hua's expression changed, he felt alarmed, and he immediately ran away.

The moment he dodged away, a dark claw suddenly fell down and held him in place, and then the demonic energy raged, as if an innocent spirit was biting him.

Once caught by this devil's claws, the soul will be damaged.

Mo Hua's expression also turned cold. He pointed his hand and a fireball roared out, heading straight for the evil baby with sheep's horns.

Evil Infant only raised his hand slightly to block the fireball.

Its young but deformed face showed anger.

"eat…"

The next moment, it slowly stood up, with evil thoughts surging all over its body, turning into a black air and heading straight towards the ink painting.

“Not long after I was born, you want to eat me?”

Mo Hua's face was ugly, and he was immediately rude. Golden light surged all over his body, colliding with the dark evil aura.

At that moment, two powerful spiritual thoughts collided around the altar. The vibrations spread to all directions. The table overturned, the offerings were shattered, and the sacrificial statues also had cracks.

In the center of the shaking, the golden ink painting and the evil baby covered in black blood were fighting together.

Fist to fist, foot to foot.

This is the simplest and most essential confrontation of spiritual thoughts.

Each round of killing, the surroundings of the altar will be shaken.

The evil infant becomes more violent as he fights, and Mo Hua fights more and more fiercely.

Fists and feet intertwined, golden light and black light intertwined, but for a moment, the two incarnations of divine thoughts were evenly matched, and no one could win.

The evil infant's expression became increasingly grim.

Mo Hua became more and more frightened.

Can't win...

Ever since he took the path of divine knowledge and enlightenment and swallowed the divine marrow, he became a small master of the Tao. In the battle of spiritual thoughts, he has always been invincible in the face of these evil spirits, punching one at a time.

There is no monster that cannot be defeated with one punch.

If so, then give it two punches.

But in this short period of time, he had already punched this little black sheep nearly a hundred times, but he still couldn't take it down.

More than that, Mo Hua didn't even feel that he had the upper hand. What's even more frightening is that, comparing the two, Mo Hua has a vague feeling that this sheep-horned "evil baby" may be stronger than himself at the soul level.

Its weakness lies in the skill of spiritual thoughts.

It seems that it was hatched not long ago, and its "memory" has not yet recovered, so it only has the instinct to fight, but its killing moves are very unfamiliar, and it has no magical powers at all.

While fighting with ink painting, it is also gradually learning, gradually adapting, gradually mastering, and gradually recovering.

Its gaze is a little more cunning.

Its killing moves are smoother.

The "memory" engraved in the soul is also gradually awakening.

Even while the fists and feet were fighting each other, it began to take the time to use other moves, such as swallowing clouds and spitting out evil mist, turning blood hands out of thin air, chain of wronged souls, frightening stabs, sheep bone halberds, and summoning demons to march...

These moves are diverse, evil, and vicious.

Mo Hua suddenly felt a huge increase in pressure, but he could only use tricks to activate the power of his spiritual thoughts to manifest fireballs, water blades, quicksand, wooden prisons, burials and other spells, as well as various Five Elements and Bagua formations.

Above the Altar of Divine Thought, black clouds suddenly covered the place, evil mist surged, five-light spells circulated, and formations bombarded.

This is a true battle of gods.

With Mr. Wu's strength, even if he had not died before, he would probably die dozens or hundreds of times even if he was only affected by the aftermath.

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the evil goat-horned evil infant suddenly realized something like a ghost, and then summoned a giant evil goat-horned statue, and suddenly slapped the ink painting with a huge palm.

Mo Hua never expected that the evil infant could do this. He was caught off guard, so he could only set up an iron wall formation to defend himself, and then activated the golden light to cover his body and ate the golem with force.

Taken with a giant palm, it seems like it blocks the sky and the sun.

Then there was a rumble.

The iron wall array's light flowed and held up for a while, then shattered. The giant palm came down with a bang and slapped Mo Hua on him.

For a time, the evil mist was like a tide, and the golden light burst.

Under the collision, the overflowing spiritual thoughts were like river waves.

When everything dissipates, the ink painting still stands in the field, his thoughts remain unmoving, and his face is only slightly pale.

Evil Infant did not take action again.

After the battle with Mo Hua, its instincts were stimulated, its memory of talent seemed to have recovered a lot, and its eyesight became more alert.

Looking at the ink painting at this time, there was a little more thought and confusion in the originally empty eyes:

“You are very powerful...like a god, but you are not yet.”

“You have humanity, but you're not quite human.”

"You don't have magical powers, but you can use formations..."

"Weird... In my memory inheritance, it seems... there is no weird existence like you..."

Its voice is intermittent, obviously childish, but very gloomy, with some tearing timbre.

Finally, it looked at the ink painting and solemnly said:

“Come to me, and I will forget your blasphemy.”

“Submit yourself to me and save my life.”

“When I wake up completely, I will grant you supreme divine power, grant you a respected position, and grant you unparalleled authority...”

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched.

This evil baby is the "original body" of the Great Wilderness Evil God?

Or is it a real "divine fetus" of the Lord of the Wilderness? !

“Something's wrong…”

The soul of the ink painting feels a dull pain.

His previous "Shocking Sword" was used too many times, first killing Shui Yanluo, and then shocking Xiao Zhenhai, and the accumulated injuries exploded.

At this time, he had a head-on confrontation with this little black sheep kid who was almost a "divine fetus". They fought fiercely for so many rounds. In a hurry, he even received a big slap from the goat-horned demon statue. No matter how strong his spiritual will was, he would not be able to do it at this time. Some couldn't hold it any longer.

What is even more dangerous is that if this little black sheep is really a "divine fetus"...

That means it is born with the innate memory of the Great Wild Evil God.

I have only lived for twenty years, while the Great Wild Evil God has lived for countless thousands of years. His knowledge, strength, tricks, methods, magical powers, etc. in the divine way are simply not comparable to my own.

Just now Mo Hua realized it.

In the process of fighting with him, this little black sheep gradually learned its innate "inheritance" as the memory of his talent awakened. Not only did his spiritual thoughts become stronger little by little, but his methods also increased little by little. .

Even occasionally it will use magical means almost instinctively, and it does not know where it comes from.

And he himself became the evil baby with ram's horns, the "divine fetus" of the evil god, and the "whetstone" for his growth step by step.

Mo Hua's face is a bit ugly.

　　It is always him who tries to make others miserable.

Unexpectedly, someone has come to grind him now.

　　If you use yourself as a "whetstone", you are not afraid of breaking the knife.

Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart.

But he also knew that he had to find a way to deal with this divine fetus quickly.

Otherwise, once it fully awakens and takes control of its own inheritance, with its current strength, it will definitely not be its opponent.

Mo Hua looked at the sheep-horned evil baby in front of him and asked:

“Are you a 'divine fetus'?”

The evil baby with sheep's horns said solemnly: "You should respect me as 'Lord' and surrender to me. You can live as long as heaven and earth, and be immortal for thousands of calamities..."

Mo Hua was disdainful.

His brain is broken, so he would believe in the pie painted by the evil god.

"It's okay to surrender to you, but you have to agree to a condition." Mo Hua said.

The evil infant looked unhappy.

Obviously, it doesn't like bargaining.

Over the years, almost no one has dared to bargain with this evil god.

Power, fame and fortune, disaster, misfortune, all these, as long as there is charity, are gifts from God, and mortals have no right to refuse them.

But the person in front of me is not an ordinary person.

But his current divine body has not yet awakened, and his plan has not yet been completed.

The young, powerful demigod in front of me will become his sharpest divine sword once he surrenders.

“What conditions?” Evil Infant asked in a deep voice.

Mo Hua said: "I have a big appetite and eat more."

The evil infant recalled it for a moment, and then said indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I have thousands of demons under my command, and they are ready for you to devour."

Mo Hua shook his head, "I have a big appetite now and I can't stand them. If you want me to submit to you, you must cut off some of the marrow every day so that I can eat enough."

As soon as these words came out, the evil infant was furious, and the surrounding area was extremely depressed.

Cut the marrow of the soul?

What a courage!

This guy is so arrogant and arrogant that he is not worthy of being "tamed" at all.

Evil Infant stretched out his ugly palm and wanted to call out the evil **** and demon statue again, suppress the ink painting, and then refine it bit by bit to death.

Unexpectedly, Mo Hua raised his hand first and said silently:

"kill!"

Before the words were spoken, the killing array suddenly rose up.

While chatting, Mo Hua had already accumulated his spiritual thoughts and made preparations. When the evil infant became angry and careless, he suddenly launched an attack and manifested the Lishan Cremation Reincarnation Formation that trapped and killed one body.

The rocks rose up and turned into a cage.

From the fire burning mountain, the flames are like the sea.

Evil Infant is too powerful to fight for a long time. In order to kill the enemy in one fell swoop, Mo Hua did not hold anything back.

The complex formation formed by the majestic spiritual thoughts burned the entire altar area, and the fire was so powerful that it destroyed everything.

When the fire stopped, the evil baby's figure slowly emerged.

Its body is covered with charred mottled spots, black blood and black ash intertwined, and scars are everywhere.

Its body was burned to an extremely ugly state by the powerful power of the formation, and its eyes were also extremely angry.

This is disrespectful and humiliating!

His soul must be thrown into the Three Thousand Hells, burned by the fire of karma, devoured by demons, and taste endless pain for life after life!

“Your formation is indeed not weak, but do you think you can kill me like this?”

The evil infant's voice became ferocious due to anger.

“Of course not…”

The crisp sound of ink painting sounded.

The evil infant was startled and suddenly turned his head, and saw that at some point, Mo Hua had appeared behind him, with an astonishing bright golden light shining in his eyes.

"This is…"

Xie Ying felt a chill in his heart.

“Shocking Sword!”

Mo Hua whispered.

Then, around him, strong golden sword energy surged up, intertwining behind him, condensing a huge sword prison.

The sword prison is strict and the sword energy is sharp.

The moment the evil infant was stunned, he found that he was already trapped in the sword prison. Hundreds and thousands of majestic sword lights were attacking his divine body inch by inch.

Fear seeped into my heart.

It wants to struggle, but cannot muster the courage to struggle. It seems that it has committed a heinous crime and deserves to be killed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when the evil infant was frightened by the Jingshen Sword and his soul was in chaos, Mo Hua condensed his right hand and used the "Sword Transformation Style" to condense a golden, ancient dagger.

He held a dagger, approached the Evil Infant, and strangled the newly hatched "divine fetus" of the Lord of the Wilderness by the neck. In a flash of golden light, he pierced its head with a sword.

(End of this chapter)

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