Asking About Longevity Chapter 860

Chapter 860: Fetus Melting

The sword blade pierced the head, and the golden light gradually spread out, splitting apart the evil baby bit by bit, which was pitch black, mixed with evil energy, black blood, and filthy like amniotic fluid.

It was shocked, angry, and frightened, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

The shock of the Jingshen Sword still existed, and it could not break away from Mo Hua's hands that were strangling his throat. The amazing sword intent concentrated in the form of a sword penetrated deeply into its head, and the sword energy was strangling it.

“You… deserve to die…”

The Evil Infant's voice was full of shrill screams.

Ink Hua remained indifferent, but instead circulated all the spiritual thoughts in his body, condensed stronger sword intent, and poured it all into the sword of spiritual thoughts.

The embryo of the evil **** has an innate memory and cannot be allowed to grow.

Therefore, we must seize the opportunity, use all our killing moves, and use thunder to kill him completely.

Sword energy and black energy are intertwined.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but the evil infant finally lost its mind. It looked dazed, its pupils were dilated, and it no longer struggled. The black blood on its body also dried up bit by bit, and its evil spirit was wiped out bit by bit by the light of the sword.

Finally, completely dissipated.

Mo Hua frowned and let go of his consciousness to sense the surroundings. He didn't find any strange aura, so he felt relieved.

But at the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart.

“Is this going to kill you?”

“Both body and soul were destroyed, not even ashes were left?”

Mo Hua shook his head:

“He is evil and has goat's horns. I thought he was some kind of powerful enemy, but it turns out he is just this kind of thing, a fledgling lamb...”

Mo Hua snorted coldly, a little disdainfully.

But he only talked about it, but he knew very well in his heart that the strength of this evil infant was the strongest evil thought body he had ever encountered.

The soul is strange and powerful, with a gifted inheritance.

If you really let it grow for a while, until it matures and completes its transformation, it's really hard to say whether it will win or lose.

Even now, I have strangled this "evil baby" in the cradle, but I have also paid a lot of price.

The soul's injuries have worsened.

The spiritual consciousness is almost exhausted.

If it weren't for the resumption of the Divine Mind Formation and the two sword moves of the Divine Mind Transformation Sword, the Jingshen Style and the Sword Transformation Style, he would have kept them in his hand as a trump card, and used them together at the critical moment to reverse the situation.

I'm afraid that even if the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, I may not be able to kill this evil baby with ram's horns.

After the hard fight, my soul began to feel a dull pain again, and my spiritual thoughts were also a little weak.

Mo Hua frowned.

“I need to take a rest first…”

Mo Hua murmured, and then directly cut off the connection with the tree of divine authority. His spiritual thoughts left the altar and returned to his own sea of consciousness.

After reaching his own sea of consciousness, there was no longer any trouble from evil spirits. Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to calm down and meditate.

In the sea of consciousness, the ink painting holds one's breath and calms the mind, sitting quietly.

With his mind focused on nothing else, he closed his eyes and meditated peacefully, his chaotic and unstable soul gradually calmed down, and his over-exhausted spiritual thoughts also recovered little by little.

Can be in a corner where no one is paying attention.

A trace of black energy is also gradually growing.

This black energy is very obscure, but it is also full of strong evil thoughts. It was born from nothingness, revived little by little, grew stronger little by little, and finally condensed together and turned into a dark ram-horned demon snake. From behind the ink painting, it opened and flowed. With a big mouth full of black blood, he bit it down suddenly.

But before it could bite it, a white and tender palm had already grasped its neck.

At some point, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked at it curiously.

The black snake with ram's horns struggled on its own.

The palms painted in ink are like iron pliers, motionless.

In the end, the black energy dissipated directly, escaped from Mo Hua's hands, regrouped in the distance, and turned into the ugly and weird evil baby with a black body and goat's horns.

It looked at the ink painting with vicious eyes and said in a gloomy voice:

“You know I'm possessed by you?”

Ink painting is silent.

He did know that this evil infant was possessed by him.

Just now, in his perception, the evil infant was indeed killed by him, his soul was extinguished, and there was no trace of breath left.

But Mo Hua knew that things were never that simple.

He has fought against evil gods so many times, and some incarnations of divine skeletons are still very difficult to deal with, not to mention this "divine fetus" with a stronger original aura.

　　It cannot be killed by yourself and it will die.

Kemo Hua is a little confused.

This evil baby has possessed itself...but where exactly is it attached?

Just now, he went back and forth and sensed it many times, but he didn't detect even a trace of the evil god's aura.

If this is the case, then the ability of the evil **** to hide and hide is really terrifying...

It is estimated that there are not many monks of the same realm in this world who can withstand the "infiltration" of the evil god...

The ink painting looks a bit serious.

The evil infant didn't know what he was thinking about when he saw the ink painting, so he ignored it and became a little sullen. However, after a moment, he smiled coldly:

“Condensing formations out of thin air, transforming spiritual thoughts into sword tactics... In my inherited memory, you are indeed the most powerful among all low-level Shinto beings.”

“Even some second-grade gods who are born according to the principles of heaven and earth are far inferior to you.”

“I am an evil god. I can pollute and corrupt some gods who are not good at killing. It is effortless. But you, I have to admit that with my ability that has not yet awakened, I really can't kill you.”

“This is my recognition of you, you are proud of yourself.”

Mo Hua curled his lips and dismissed it.

Xie Ying's forehead twitched as he tolerated Mo Hua's rudeness.

The rudeness of the weak will be considered offensive.

The rudeness of the strong will always be tolerated more.

The two sides have been fighting until now. As the womb of the Great Wilderness Evil God, the Evil Infant has more tolerance for ink paintings.

“I admit that I can't kill you, but you should also know that you can't kill me either.”

“My spirit comes from the Lord of the Wilderness;”

“My existence spans tens of thousands of years;”

“My will will remain immortal in the divine way.”

“When the divine fetus is completed, it is a seed of an evil god. Like the evil god, it is immortal and immortal..."

“This is my last advice to you, and it's also my reward to you, the last chance...”

The evil infant's face showed irresistible majesty:

"Submit to me, and you will receive the gift of immortality; otherwise, you will surely perish in three thousand purgatory, and both your soul and spirit will be destroyed!"

Mo Hua said casually: "I have already said that I can surrender to you, but you have to cut some marrow for me to eat every day. You are reluctant to cut the marrow, and you just ask me to sacrifice my life for you. How can such a good thing happen?"

The evil infant had murderous intent on his face, "He is too greedy and stubborn."

It lost its patience, let out a terrifying cry, transformed into a semi-adult ram-horned demon general, carried the dark wind, and charged towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua clenched his right hand, condensed a golden sword, and also killed him.

　One person and one devil.

A demigod and an evil **** fought together again in the sea of consciousness in the ink painting.

For a time, the demonic energy was raging and the sword energy was flying.

It's just that the soul of the ink painting is injured and the mind is not strong.

The evil infant was not much better either. It was first injured by Mo Hua's Lishan Cremation Formation, and then was shocked by the Soul-Shocking Sword. Finally, it was pierced through the head by the Sword Transformation Style. The injury was no less serious than Mo Hua's.

Both sides were wounded, so the scale of the battle was much smaller than before, but it was even more dangerous.

Finally, after countless rounds of fierce fighting.

Proficient in spiritual spells, formations, and ink paintings of spiritual swords, they are still better than the newborn divine fetus.

He had exhausted the Divine Fetal's divine will, tied it up with the Water Prison Technique, bound it with the Golden Lock Formation, and then took care of it little by little.

First, use the five elements of water and fire spells.

Then comes the Five Elements and Bagua formation.

Then, there is the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords.

All kinds of methods, one after another, were used on the evil infant in turn.

After all his spiritual energy was consumed, Mo Hua meditated to recover for a while, and then used spells, formations, and sword techniques to "torture" the evil fetus with horns.

He wanted to test whether there was any way to cause "destructive" damage to the "divine fetus" that was close to the origin of the evil **** without relying on other external objects and relying solely on the power of his own spiritual thoughts.

But as expected, he failed.

With the method of divine thoughts he currently masters, even if he exhausts all means, he can at most only eliminate the power of the evil **** at the level of "spiritual thoughts".

The real soul, which is close to the origin of the evil god, cannot be erased by him at all.

Mo Hua sighed.

“Isn't it okay…”

The evil infant was already furious after being "humiliated" by Mo Hua in turns.

I don't know how many years have passed, but no true gods, demons, ghosts, evil spirits, or even Shinto monks could have caused it to suffer such "a great shame and humiliation"!

This shame will be etched in the soul forever.

Once his true form is revived one day, he will definitely make his followers and thousands of demons seize this little devil at any cost, divide his soul, cut his body, and let him sink forever in endless pain to pay for the sins he has committed. !

It was angry in its heart and said with a gloomy smile: "There is no need to work in vain. I told you that you can't kill me."

Mo Hua nodded and sighed: "Indeed, I can't kill him..."

After speaking, Mo Hua pinched the evil baby with sheep's horns by its neck, picked it up, and walked toward the center of his sea of consciousness.

The evil infant's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of something bad in his heart.

"what are you up to?"

“You'll know later.” Mo Hua said calmly.

He bound the evil infant and brought it to the center of the sea of consciousness, and then his spiritual thoughts moved slightly to communicate with the ancient existence that existed in the dark.

After a moment, the sound of the great road sounded like a bell.

In the center of the sea of consciousness, alternate voids and ancient and incomplete Taoist monuments gradually emerged. A vast and majestic atmosphere of the avenue rippled out in all directions.

Evil Infant's expression changed wildly, and he said in a trembling voice:

"road…"

The ancient memory in his talent makes him feel that the ruined monument in front of him is very familiar, very scary, very terrifying...

No matter how much it thinks about, it can't figure out what this broken monument is...

It seems that there is a taboo here.

It is a terrifying taboo that even the evil **** who has lived for tens of thousands of years dares not touch, cross or intervene.

Mo Hua was a little surprised when he saw the evil infant's appearance, and then paused deliberately to see if the evil infant knew the origin of some Taoist monuments.

But apparently, it's not too clear either.

Mo Hua was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, he let it go.

He didn't want to delay it any longer. This was the depths of the Dragon King Temple, the bottom of the Bone Maze. He had already spent too long with the evil infant. If he delayed it any longer, something might happen.

　　quick victory.

Mo Hua wanted to make another "Sheep's Head Teppanyaki", suppress the evil gods with Taoist tablets, wipe out the souls with calamity thunder, refine the evil spirits, and refine the pure divine marrow.

It's been so long, it's time for me to eat something good.

But Xie Ying suddenly said:

"I see... I understand why my flesh, blood, and bones, even though they clearly contain my will, are still completely destroyed."

"It turns out that you have such an ancient innate treasure..."

"But if you think you can deal with me, you are still too young..."

“You must always remember that not everything in this world will go as you wish.”

Evil Infant smiled sadly.

Its laughter is a bit scary.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and felt something was not good. He no longer hesitated and immediately wanted to use the Tribulation Thunder to completely obliterate the evil baby, but when he raised his hand, he found that it was empty.

“Gone?”

Mo Hua was shocked and immediately looked inside. After a long time, he realized that the evil infant had turned into black energy, which penetrated into his spiritual incarnation like blood.

And more than that.

It is still seeping into his own soul, and is integrating with his own soul little by little!

By the time Mo Hua noticed it, it was already too late. He found that the Fu Ya Soul among his seven souls had completely turned into a sinister black color.

This is the color of the evil god, a symptom of pollution.

Mo Hua's expression changed, and he immediately activated the Jingshen Sword to refine his seven souls with sword energy.

But the other six souls can still activate the sword energy and cleanse the soul, but only the Fu Ya soul has no movement at all, as if this soul no longer belongs to him, so he is not under his orders.

At this moment, Mo Hua realized that he was speaking.

But these words were not spoken by himself, but by the evil infant parasitic in his seven souls, making sounds through his mouth and tongue.

Even his face could not help but reveal a sinister smile like that of the Evil Infant.

His voice also became shrill and harsh:

"This evil spirit fetus fusion technique is used to fuse the fetus into the soul. A divine fetus can only be used once. I don't want to use it easily..."

“But I never expected that you would hide such a big secret. If I don't use this original magical power, I, the divine fetus, may not be able to escape the end of my soul and my soul.”

“You should be proud of yourself for forcing me to do this.”

"But that's it. My divine fetus has been integrated into your seven souls. It will spread little by little and eventually completely integrate into your soul and transform you."

“At that time, you will be me and I will be you.”

“You will become my embryo that comes into the world, become my 'furnace', and become one of the true forms of the Lord of the Wilderness…”

Affected by the evil infant, Mo Hua couldn't restrain himself and laughed like a night owl.

The next moment, Mo Hua immediately covered his mouth, then rubbed his face to make sure his expression returned to normal, and then sneered:

“Little lamb, you have a beautiful idea!”

He activated the Seven Soul Shocking Divine Swords again, but still could not cleanse the contaminated evil soul.

He meditated quietly.

But the embryo of the evil **** was hidden so deeply that it was almost integrated with his soul.

When the evil embryo deliberately lies dormant, does not use evil thoughts, and does not intentionally affect the Taoist mind of Mo Hua, Mo Hua cannot detect it at all.

Kill it?

Mo Hua frowned.

Spells and formations are not powerful enough. Use your spiritual thoughts to turn into swords... to kill your own soul?

But the evil fetus has become one with itself. It doesn't matter whether it can be killed or not. Even if it can be killed, it probably won't be destroyed.

Moreover, if one of his souls is killed, the situation will be huge.

Even if I don't die, I'm afraid I will become a fool.

With the help of Taoist stele or thunder?

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and found that the problem was still the same.

The evil fetus is integrated into his own body.

If it shows its head and is caught by itself, the monument can suppress it, and the calamity thunder can also obliterate it.

But now, it is dormant in his soul like a dead one. Through this "Evil Soul Fusion Technique", it has become one with himself and is equivalent to being a part of himself.

That monument cannot calm him down.

It's not easy to kill them with thunder.

Because to kill the evil fetus is to kill yourself.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

“It seems like it's really troublesome...”

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard, recalling all the Shinto knowledge and all the Shinto methods he had mastered. He was still at a loss and had no idea. He couldn't help but take a breath.

It's really a big deal…

Having played with myself.

Ink painting gives me a headache.

Mainly, he didn't expect that after all his tricks, he had come to this point. After ordering all the dishes, he turned around and suddenly bumped into the fetus of an evil god.

“It can't be such a coincidence, it must have been calculated...”

“Who would plot against me? That Mr. Tu?”

Mo Hua frowned, thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and thought it was very possible.

He silently recorded this account in his mind.

The accounts can be settled slowly. The question is, what should we do now?

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard for a while, but still couldn't do anything. In the end, he could only sigh and compromise temporarily.

“Forget it, let's go out first and then talk about it.”

“Let's go out and think of a way to find out more about Huangshan Lord, or... have a showdown with Mr. Xun? Say that he has been possessed by the evil god, and that it is not an ordinary evil god's body, but the real evil god's fetus?”

"I wonder if Mr. Xun will slap himself to death..."

Mo Hua muttered silently.

But in this case, he had no other choice. After going out, he had no choice but to go to Mr. Xun.

Mo Hua's mind was just about to leave the sea of consciousness, but suddenly he was startled and felt a little uneasy.

He thought for a moment, then set up a Shinto formation near his soul, sealing his soul to prevent the evil baby from suddenly causing trouble without his knowledge.

But with the soul sealed, the Jingshen Sword can no longer be used.

Of course, the Shocking Sword requires the use of seven souls.

Now that his body has been contaminated by the evil fetus, it would be difficult for him to use this sword technique anymore.

Once the Jing Shen Sword is used and the seven souls leave the body, the evil embryo hidden in the fuya soul will inevitably find an opportunity to deepen its penetration and pollution of one's life and soul...

Mo Hua sighed again.

After sealing his soul and confirming that there was nothing abnormal about the evil fetus, Mo Hua's mind left the sea of consciousness and returned to reality.

Opening his eyes, he was still surrounded by the same altar as before.

The altar in the nightmare was in a mess due to the fight between the ink painting and the evil infant.

The altar in reality is still intact.

On the bone altar, gloomy candles were burning and **** sacrifices were placed.

Mr. Wu is also kneeling.

It's just that his soul has been crushed to death by the ink painting in the nightmare of the altar, and all that is left at this time is a corpse.

Mo Hua was afraid that Uncle Gu and the others would be worried, so he wanted to leave quickly, but when he changed his mind, he became angrier.

　　I have been tricked.

Not only that, the Jingshen Sword that he had worked so hard to cultivate was just "sealed".

The more I endure it, the angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the more I lose.

He simply jumped back to the altar, and his consciousness sank into the nightmare of the altar. In the brilliance of the law of the great road, he communicated with the tree of divine authority, took control of the authority, and faced each node of the tree of divine authority, the Lord of the Wilderness. The countless monsters began to place orders "with revenge".

“If you dare to trick me...I'll eat them all for you!”

Before, he was still sneaking around for fear of being discovered.

Now, I have fought and suffered losses, I have also met the little lamb of the Lord of the Wilderness, and I have been compared with him.

Mo Hua was angry and was not polite at all.

　　He wants to have a severe "overlord meal"!

Every stronghold, every nightmare, countless monsters, were all "cleaned out" as if they were robbed by ink paintings.

Like a strong wind gathering the remaining clouds.

While clicking, the ink painting suddenly froze.

He seemed to have...spotted a big guy.

A slightly familiar node in front of me was filled with a terrifying aura.

This seems to be a dark, bloody, evil-god-rich, half-demon, half-demon, half-human, almost "demigod", unknown creation of chaos.

(End of this chapter)

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