Asking About Longevity

Chapter 696: Differentiation of Conspiracy

 “River Temple…”

Mo Hua looked at the **** temple in the distance, his eyes slightly condensed.

After the ground killing formation was cleared, the following demons continued to attack one after another. Mo Hua set up some more Genshan trapping formations to block them for a moment, covering everyone away from the dojo and resting temporarily in an empty courtyard.

Away from the dojo, you are also far away from the formation of demon blood refining.

Those deformed monsters are maintained by the blood refining formation and cannot stray too far from the formation, so they no longer come after them.

 Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened and he looked at one of the Gu family monks. He saw that his face was pale and his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that his consciousness was exhausted.

Just now, the Gu family monk was approached by a demon and his spiritual consciousness was sucked away.

 Although the demon was quickly repelled by Mo Hua, part of his consciousness was still absorbed.

“A demon made of flesh and blood can absorb the spiritual consciousness of monks…”

Mo Hua thought for a while and told them the truth:

 “Those demons will **** people’s consciousness.”

Most monks who do not cultivate spiritual consciousness really know nothing about the way of spiritual consciousness.

 When everyone heard this, they couldn’t help but look at the ink paintings.

This kind of deformed monster is like a zombie, hard to kill and inexhaustible.

 There is such a monster in the world?

 Ink painting is a little helpless.

Although these monsters may not be too strong in terms of frontal combat, they can **** spiritual consciousness, which is very tricky...

 What kind of “people” are those who help Zhou to do evil and preach for evil gods?

Can it still be...regarded as a "person"?

Mo Hua frowned.

 The undercurrent in Qianzhou is a bit too turbulent...

 No, it is better than Changhuai Gongzi.

 If you know some strange things about demons and demons, it is only natural for you to warn your disciples.

Although they don’t know who Mr. Xun is, teaching at Taixu Sect and being called “Mr. Xun” means he must be highly virtuous, knowledgeable, and have a respected status.

The Gu family monk was startled and did not force himself. Instead, he said in confusion:

“I don’t know what’s going on, but my head suddenly hurts badly...”

 They looked at the ink painting again.

Now it seems that there are many dangers in this fishing village.

Everyone was startled for a moment, and then their expressions suddenly became clear.

Either one has great talent, one has an extraordinary background, or both.

When everyone heard this, their hearts were shocked, but their expressions were a little confused, "Demon? Can you **** spiritual consciousness?"

If it were released, it could almost massacre an entire city.

Mo Hua sighed again, patted the Gu family monk and said, "You have lost your consciousness after meditating."

 Fortunately, these monsters cannot stay too far away from the blood refining formation, otherwise the consequences will be really disastrous...

The young master with such a noble status actually took action personally and went into danger together with them, the Dao Tingsi executives. His courage, strategy, and character are comparable to those of the Changhuai master.

Mr. Xun...

The ink painting has a deep gaze and a cold expression.

Although Gu An and Gu Quan didn't quite believe it, he also knew that Mo Hua would never lie to them about this kind of thing.

 Everyone looked at the ink painting with even more respect.

 General foundation-building monks are not their opponents at all.

It's just that this is the first time I've encountered such a strange thing, so it's not easy to accept it for a while.

Without a means of spiritual defense, even if it is a golden elixir, if you are caught off guard, your spiritual consciousness may be sucked dry, and then the demon will "gnaw" you to death.

Is this the ‘preaching ground’ of the evil god...

Gu An's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked in a low voice: "Little Master Mo, how do you know that...these monsters can absorb spiritual consciousness?"

Mo Hua looked solemn, and then sighed softly.

And in the second-level state boundary, such a number of monsters can also be called terrifying.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, once you fall into a group of demons and are closely entangled by demons who are not afraid of death, and absorb your spiritual consciousness, your spiritual consciousness will soon be exhausted and you will lose consciousness, unable to resist, and become the victim of demons. Bait.

 There are all kinds of wonders in the world of cultivation.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then brought out Mr. Xun, the "Taiwan Jinyou":

“I was at Taixu Gate, learning formations from Mr. Xun. Mr. Xun told me these.”

 To be taught by such an old gentleman in person, this young Master Mo’s status must be extraordinary.

It is simply impossible for people like us to destroy them all.

 Even most people, if they don’t know the characteristics of demons sucking spiritual consciousness, they may die without knowing how they died.

 That is the evil god, the real handiwork?

The real "preaching" of the evil god, is it actually "propagated" like this? It is so bloody, evil, and inhumane...

Mo Hua looked at the dojo in the distance again, where the deformed demons and heads were clumping together, and he thought deeply in his heart.

After all, Mr. Changhuai graduated from the sect and reached the late stage of foundation building before he really started to fight on the front line in person.

Young Master Mo is only in the early stage of foundation building, and it seems that he has not been afraid of danger and can command well in such a dangerous place not long after entering the sect.

 No wonder the young master Changhuai would entrust such an important secret order of the Gu family to such a young master.

 The status of ink painting in the hearts of these Gu family monks has been raised to a higher level.

 After that, everyone continued to rest where they were.

The monk of the Gu family who had his spiritual consciousness sucked meditated on the ground to rest. He did not know how to meditate, so his spiritual consciousness recovered slowly, but it was still better than nothing.

There is no other way to do ink painting.

His own consciousness is strong and he recovers quickly, but he can't help others.

 The rest of the Gu family monks also took elixirs and were meditating to heal their injuries.

 Just now we had a battle with the demon, and everyone was more or less injured.

 The demon's sharp claws are filled with demonic aura, as well as a "toxicity" similar to corpse poison that has been soaked in the smelly blood water for many years.

Although it is not as evil as corpse poison, the poison must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Mo Hua sat aside, holding his chin, thinking intently.

 Suddenly, Yu Dahe's face changed drastically, and his emotions also fluctuated strongly.

Mo Hua noticed something and turned around to see the two children, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi. Their faces were gradually turning pale, their lips were getting dry, and their blood flow was getting slower and slower.

 Yu Dahe's eyes were red and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Hua's heart tightened, knowing that time was running out.

Either the River God started to eat the "sacrifice", or the two children's souls have been out of the body for too long, and their flesh and blood began to deteriorate...

Yu Dahe looked at the ink painting humbly.

 He wanted to ask Mo Hua to save his child.

 But just now I went to the dojo, saw the densely packed demons, and knew that those terrifying demons could also **** spiritual consciousness, so I couldn't open my mouth.

We have no friendship with each other, so how can he have the dignity to plead with others to risk his own life and die in order to save his children?

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

 These two children must be saved if possible.

 As for the River Temple, I must go there.

 If you don’t go this time, you may not have the chance next time.

 The River Temple is right behind the ashram.

 The ink painting is deep in thought.

Since there are so many monsters in the dojo, they can only find a way to break out of the encirclement and rush through.

 If you rush over...

 Gu An and Gu Quan, who have profound cultivation skills, open the way in front, others cover, and they use formations to respond...

As long as you break out of the siege and enter the River Temple, these monsters should not dare to chase you in.

 The only problem is how to prevent the spiritual consciousness from being sucked by demons...

 “It’s a spiritual weapon to soothe the mind, but I don’t know if it’s useful.”

“Even if it works, I only have three of these spiritual weapons, so I can’t protect everyone…”

 “Protect your spiritual consciousness…”

Mo Hua had a thought in his mind, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind:

 “Shinto formation…”

 Judging from my understanding of Shinto formations so far, this type of formation that focuses on the power of divine thoughts can restrain or seal the gods to a certain extent.

Since the power of gods can be "sealed", does that mean that the spiritual consciousness of monks can also be "sealed"?

 Use Shinto formations to seal the sea of ​​consciousness among monks?

Since the spiritual consciousness is sealed inside, naturally, it will not be sucked by demons?

 It's like putting a lid on a teapot.

 It's like you can't drink the water in the pot through the lid.

Mo Hua feels that his speculation seems reasonable...

But give it a try.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Hua drew the crude Shinto formation patterns he had just learned on a palm-sized piece of formation paper.

 Then he took out a black cloth, wrapped the formation paper, and tied it to the forehead of a man in black.

"I will throw him out later and let the monsters chew him. I will try the formation..." Mo Hua wrote lightly.

The man in black had his hands and feet chained and his mouth sealed. He only looked at the ink painting with horrified eyes, as if he were looking at a little devil in hell.

Gu An nodded.

Although he didn't know what formation Mo Hua wanted to try, he didn't ask because he didn't understand it even if he asked.

Gu An picked up the man in black and walked straight towards the dojo regardless of his struggle.

Mo Hua also followed.

 There are a large number of demons gathering in the center of the dojo, but only a few are wandering around.

After a brief glance at the ink painting, I saw two monsters crawling in a corner not far away with their heads tilted, arms and legs folded back.

 “There.” Mo Hua pointed with his hand.

Gu An nodded, followed Mo Hua's order, and threw the man in black with his backhand.

The man in black's face was as white as paper, but he was shackled and unable to struggle. He could only watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to the two terrifying monsters.

With a final "pop" sound, the man in black landed within ten feet of the two monsters.

 Feeds dropped from the sky.

The two demons' eyes turned red, and they immediately used their hands and feet to rush towards the man in black. One demon gnawed on the leg of the man in black, and the other demon climbed onto the face of the man in black, pointed at his forehead, and began to suck.

The black cloth on the forehead of the man in black shimmered slightly.

 The movement of the Shinto formations firmly sealed his consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter how hard the demon tried, it couldn't **** out any consciousness.

Just when the demon lost patience and opened its mouth, trying to swallow the head of the man in black, Mo Hua said:

"alright."

 This man is a sacrifice and cannot die yet.

Gu An obeyed the order, rushed towards the two monsters in a flash, kicked one away, turned around and slashed with a knife, and cut off the head of the other monster, then picked up the collar of the man in black, Rescued him again.

 When the demons in the distance heard the noise, they also crawled towards this side.

Mo Hua threw the formation disk in the distance and threw out two formation flags, detonating the formation and blocking the demon in the distance.

These formation media are all refined by Master Gu for ink painting.

Mo Hua drew some formations casually, saving them for emergencies.

With the help of the formation, the two of them got rid of the demon and returned to the courtyard.

"The formation is useful." Mo Hua said concisely and concisely, "I will draw one for each of you later. You can stick it on your forehead and wrap it with black cloth to prevent the demon from sucking the spiritual consciousness..."

“Then I set up a formation to attract the attention of the demon.”

"Others took the opportunity to rush over in one go. As long as they cross the dojo and enter the river temple, they will be safe for the time being."

“Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi have a glimmer of hope.”

"yes!"

The Gu family monk couldn't help but said in a deep voice.

Yu Dahe was shocked in his heart, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, knelt down on the ground with his tall body, and kowtowed heavily to the monks present.

 …

There are too many monsters in the dojo. If you want to get through, you must try to reduce the number of monsters surrounding you.

Mo Hua took out several tiger cubs, and each cub was smeared with a little human blood—the blood of the man in black. An array flag was inserted, and a fireworks array was painted on the array flag.

 The highly lethal formation is difficult to deploy and very time-consuming.

Since it is used to lure the enemy, the fireworks formation can also be used in the same way.

 Regardless of the power, the appropriate formation is the strongest formation.

Mo Hua activated the fireworks array and at the same time controlled the little tiger to run in all directions.

Several tiger cubs, with shiny flags, ran around.

The formation flags kept bursting out colorful fireworks all around, which looked very gorgeous in the gloomy fishing village, but also very dazzling.

 All the demons were stunned.

 The gorgeous fireworks illuminated their ugly faces.

The style of painting in this scene seems very inconsistent.

However, the blood of the people on the formation flag and the spiritual energy fluctuations of the formation still attracted them, and they started to chase them instinctively.

 Many demons chased the little tiger, and the dojo was instantly in chaos.

Mo Hua pointed his hand forward and said, "Charge!"

So Gu An and Gu Quan opened the way in front, Yu Dahe carried his two sons on his back, and other Gu family monks covered them. The two men in black were tied with ropes and dragged at the end to attract the attention of the chasing monsters.

　　The group of people sprinted towards the opposite side with all their strength.

Soon a demon noticed Mo Hua and the others, roared, got down on all fours or ran on two legs, and charged towards Mo Hua and the others.

Everyone looked stern, knowing that a fight to the death was coming.

Gu An shouted in a deep voice: "Don't fall behind!" Then he immediately joined forces with the Gu Quan brothers.

One person holds the sword in his left hand, and the other holds the sword in his right hand. The sword movements are coordinated with the left and right, and the light of the sword merges into one, surging like a rushing wave, cutting off the approaching demons one by one.

Brothers Gu An and Gu Quan have the same spiritual roots and practice the same techniques.

 The sword technique is a set of combined attack techniques passed down from the ancestors of the Gu family, called the Twin Chain Sword Techniques.

This set of sword techniques is only moderately powerful when used by a single person, but if two brothers practice it together, the power will be even greater, comparable to the superior Taoist techniques.

And because it is a two-person attack, the spiritual power consumption will be much less.

Gu An and his two men used a series of swords to clear the way, and they were invincible for a while.

 Others took cover on both sides to resist the demons coming.

Yu Dahe listened to Mo Hua's instructions and just carried the two children on his back and ran as fast as he could. Even if a demon jumped in front of him and its claws scratched his arm, he only looked ahead with a firm gaze and did not retreat at all.

 At the end of the team were two men in black being dragged along.

Monsters have already climbed up their bodies, sucking at their faces, but their foreheads have also been tied with ink drawings with Shinto formations.

The demon can't **** it at all.

These demons who want to absorb spiritual consciousness have also become targets of ink painting spells.

 Draw a fireball in ink and blow it up.

As for the two men in black, they were so frightened that they fainted when the ferocious demon fiercely sucked them into their faces.

In this way, a group of people rushed forward among the dense group of monsters in the huge dojo, like breaking through the wind and waves.

 The sky is filled with sword light and spells are flying.

Occasionally, Daotingsi's standard talismans explode one after another.

Because he kept running at high speed, Mo Hua had no time to set up the formation, so he could only respond with fast spells.

 Golden Blade Technique, Water Prison Technique, Fire Ball Technique, Quicksand Technique, Wood Binding Technique...

 All kinds of five-element spells are constantly flowing.

 It can be used to attack, trap or defend, to restrict a group of monsters.

There are also demons approaching who want to absorb spiritual consciousness.

But because everyone's foreheads were sealed with ink paintings and formations, the demon's most difficult method was not a concern.

In this way, everyone kept charging forward to fight endlessly.

 Gu An and Gu Quan were killed with ease.

Mo Hua frequently cast low-end spells, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

 Others are gritting their teeth and persisting.

I don’t know how long it took, but the vision suddenly opened up. Everyone saw the end of the dojo and the Heshen Temple with its golden roof and eaves not far away.

 The chasing monsters are getting slower and slower.

It seems to be close to the edge of the blood refining formation, so the demon activities are gradually restricted.

 Everyone's spirits were high.

The River Temple is right in front of us, and we are about to rush out.

 But after a long and hard fight, towards the end, it becomes easier to relax.

 Several Gu family monks breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as they breathed a sigh of relief, their tense mentality instantly became unbalanced, and all the fatigue came back.

With lack of blood and sluggish spiritual power, the two Gu family monks couldn't muster the strength and fell to the ground.

Mo Hua’s heart sank.

Seeing several demons chasing after him, Mo Hua immediately shouted: "Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan!".

Gu An and Gu Quan immediately stopped in front, jumped back, and carried the two Gu family monks on their backs.

Mo Hua said without any doubt: "You run first!"

Gu An and Gu Quan were worried about Mo Hua and hesitated for a moment, but subconsciously obeyed Mo Hua's order and ran forward with two comrades on his back.

 The ink painting was left at the end, and with a wave of his hand, several ink bottles were crushed in an instant, and the spiritual ink splashed around.

 Then his pupils turned black for an instant.

In a desperate situation, he pushed all the secrets and calculations of heaven to the extreme, and pushed his spiritual consciousness to the extreme.

 Not enough!

 Hurry up!

The strange shadow in Mo Hua's eyes suddenly trembled and turned into two. Then the load on his consciousness rapidly increased, approaching the limit.

 But the demons came charging at me, but my consciousness was still not fast enough...

 “Hurry up…”

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and tried his best to generate the formation.

 At this moment, a golden light flashed in Mo Hua's eyes.

 The marrow of the spirit is transformed into the spiritual consciousness, solidifying the sea of ​​consciousness, and bearing the burden of calculations.

Mo Hua's consciousness suddenly trembled, and after twisting, it reached another point above the limit, and directly transformed into three mysterious shadows.

 One original thought, three mysterious shadows, four points of spiritual consciousness, and control of spiritual ink.

Lingmo was controlled by divine consciousness, separated into four hairsprings, and moved forward hand in hand. At an unprecedented speed, they instantly condensed into a second-grade and sixteen-line ground killing formation!

At this moment, several monsters rushed in front of Mo Hua.

 The ugly fish face, ferocious fangs, and cold pupils are clearly visible...

 They opened their mouths to the ink paintings.

 The ink painting was expressionless and he said softly:

 “Explode!”

The Earth Killing Formation was drawn by divine consciousness and exploded instantly.

 The earth shook, and the torrent of spiritual power swallowed up and strangled these fish monsters in an instant, and crushed them into dust.

Using the ground killing array to kill these monsters, Mo Hua's eyes faded, and he turned around and walked away. However, after taking a few steps, his spiritual power suddenly stagnated and his steps stopped.

Mo Hua's consciousness also began to throb violently.

 It seemed that in just a moment, his spiritual consciousness had been exhausted by the three-fold division of calculations and the formation of the formation.

Mo Hua's feet softened and he was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Gu Quan, who had returned after rescuing the man, caught the ink painting.

Then Gu An also came back to cover up the attack, and with a flash of his sharp sword, he repeled several other demons.

The two of them protected the ink painting, fought and retreated, and finally left the range of the blood refining formation and the dojo where the demons danced wildly.

 The chasing demons were lingering on the edge of the dojo, roaring at Mo Hua and others, but they did not dare to go out of bounds.

 (End of this chapter)