Asking About Longevity

Chapter 698 Sword Formation

The rest of the people also looked shocked, "It turned out to be a magic weapon, the Broken Sword..."

"But..." Gu An looked at it a few more times and frowned, "The method of refining this natal spirit sword seems to be a bit special."

 “What’s so special?” Mo Hua asked curiously.

He is only at the early stage of foundation building, and he only has some superficial knowledge about breaking through the golden elixir and refining the natal magic weapon after reaching the peak of foundation building.

 The elders of the sect do not allow their disciples to aim too high and think about these things in advance.

Gu An explained: "Generally, when refining a natal magic weapon, physical cultivation focuses on blood energy, and spiritual cultivation focuses on spiritual power."

“The magic weapon of physical cultivation is nourished by its own blood. The person and the magic weapon are one, capable of both offense and defense. They fit with each other and have their own blood.”

"The magic weapon of spiritual practice is in harmony with one's own spiritual power, has a clear heart, drives like an arm, and has its own spirituality."

“If there are a very small number of monks who are extremely talented and have both spiritual and physical skills, their natal magic weapon will be both blood and spirituality.”

Gu An frowned, "There is no pure blood, and there is no spirituality. It is obviously the shape of a magic weapon, but for some reason, it looks no different from an ordinary spiritual weapon."

"After that, the God Lord placed this severed sword at the bottom of this filthy pool of blood as a warning to others."

Back then, the senior sword cultivator broke into the fishing village alone. When he came out, his face was pale and his vitality was obviously severely damaged.

 One man and one sword, fighting from the village to the temple. In the end, the damage was too heavy, the spiritual will was exhausted, and the sword was damaged. Only then was it defeated in the hands of the river god, and the natal sword was also broken...

Master She on the side suddenly smiled gloomily.

“When the natal sword is destroyed, the foundation of the Tao is damaged. If it is not repaired, it will be very difficult to improve in the future.”

but…

 “But this broken magic sword…”

The mind turns into a sword, and hurting the enemy is also hurting oneself.

 Master She was suffocated, and then with a gloomy face, he continued to go back to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

This sword should have been broken here.

“I don’t know if I have been immersed in the blood pool for many years, so my blood and spirituality have been polluted by the evil blood, water, flesh and blood..."

This is the second-grade state boundary. How did this third-grade sword magic weapon break?

 The magic weapon involves the monastic knowledge of the golden elixir realm.

“Back then, there was a swordsman who didn’t know the heights of the world, and he tried to offend the God Lord with the power of a mantis arm. The God Lord used his boundless power to break his sword skills, hurt his vitality, and cut off his destiny sword..."

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a little confused.

Mo Hua's face turned cold, "Half an hour is almost here, go get the altar quickly, or I will send you to see your 'divine master'."

 “This is the punishment of the God Lord.”

 “Do you know the origin of this sword?”

 But after all, when you use your own spiritual thoughts as a sword to kill evil spirits, you are also killing yourself.

Master She wanted to say he didn’t know, but with Mo Hua staring at him, he still didn’t dare to lie, so he said:

 “I only know a little bit…”

"nothing."

This sword is not a physical magic weapon, nor a spiritual magic weapon, but a "spiritual magic weapon" that follows the path of "spiritual thoughts turning into swords" and is in harmony with divine consciousness.

As Master She spoke, his face couldn't help but have a bit of sneer, a bit of ridicule, and respect for the power of the "God Lord".

Master She was a little afraid of this vicious and unreasonable ink painting. He put on a gloomy look on his face and only said with a smile:

 If this is the case, then this senior should not be an exception.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and didn't understand, so he asked Gu An, who was in the later stage of foundation building.

 That senior sword cultivator’s injuries should be much more serious than they look.

“As long as the broken sword cannot be retrieved, the magic weapon of sword repair will be incomplete for a day.”

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Gu An pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The second-grade state boundary is limited by the power of the golden elixir, blood energy and spiritual power. Logically speaking, it cannot break this third-grade sword..."

 Once you encounter a truly powerful evil spirit that cannot be killed by your spiritual thoughts, the backlash on you will be extremely strong.

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword in his hand and sighed softly in his heart.

“Could it be that it was broken somewhere else and then thrown into this pool of blood?” Gu An guessed.

Shen Nian Sword Cultivator can rely on the powerful method of transforming his spiritual thoughts into swords to kill all evil spirits.

The spiritual thought turns into a sword, and the divine thought and the natal magic weapon are integrated into one.

 A sword that is too strong will break easily.

"If it cannot be taken out in a lifetime, its foundation will be incomplete for a lifetime."

Mo Hua looked displeased, "Why are you laughing?"

The senior sword cultivator back then should have relied on his spiritual thoughts to turn his sword into a sword and tried his best to fight against the corrupted River God.

 Even...it will destroy the natal sword that both lives and cultivates.

 Have heard of ink painting before.

It is said that the Taixu Sect was once a major swordsmanship sect, with swords like a forest and powerful swordsmanship emerging in large numbers.

And if these seniors from the same sect practice the method of "turning spiritual thoughts into swords", they will be powerful but at the same time they must be fragile.

 There is almost a thin line between killing the evil spirit and killing the foundation of the Dao.

The fate of the senior sword cultivator of Heshen Temple is also very likely to be the fate of most of the sword cultivators who transformed their spiritual thoughts into swords.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword and sighed.

No wonder no one in the Taixu Sect nowadays practices "Sword of Spiritual Mind" anymore...

Not only that, now in the sect, there are all geniuses from various states, arrogant families, top-grade spiritual roots, outstanding talents, and all of them are as valuable as treasures.

Taixu Sect should not dare to let these disciples practice this kind of spiritual swordsmanship, which can hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage themselves eight hundred.

 “But...I want to learn!”

 “I’m not afraid!”

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

He is eager for others to confront his spiritual consciousness head-on...

"No one is here to teach me..." Mo Hua held his chin, frowning in thought. After a while, he stared at the broken sword again in trance.

Is there any swordsmanship hidden in this sword?

 Causation does not lie.

It can be seen that the talent is that among this sword, the cause and effect of the divine thought sword method is indeed hidden.

Mo Hua turned the broken sword over and over, but found no traces of sword manuals, sword moves or sword styles.

 The sword intention on the sword is gone.

It seems that it has been soaked in a pool of blood for hundreds of years, and the sword intent on the broken sword has long been erased.

Why?

Why did the evil **** deliberately soak this broken sword in a pool of blood?

Mo Hua frowned, thinking slowly in his heart.

According to the old bastard, the senior sword cultivator was defeated at the hands of the River God. His consciousness was injured and his sword was broken, so he ran away in embarrassment.

The river **** sank the broken sword into a pool of blood in order to "serve as a warning".

 But this statement is probably wrong...

If the senior sword cultivator was so completely defeated, he would not be able to leave the River Temple alive, nor would he be able to walk out of this fishing village.

He got out alive, which at least shows that although he was defeated and his sword was broken, he still suppressed the River God to a certain extent.

 This is a tragic battle in which both sides suffer losses.

 In other words, that senior sword cultivator back then had a very powerful spiritual mind.

He relied on his own strength to fight in front of the River God Temple and severely wounded the fallen River God. Although he fought to exhaustion, both sides were injured, and his life sword was broken, he was still able to retreat calmly.

This also shows that this senior swordsman's "spiritual mind turns into a sword" is very clever, and it is even possible that he is practicing the most orthodox swordsmanship inheritance.

In this case, does this sword contain the orthodox "spiritual sword" inheritance?

 The ink painting is a bit itchy.

"calcalute it?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, then he meditated and put the sword on the ground. After meditating for a moment, his pupils were deep and the secrets of heaven emerged, and he began to calculate the cause and effect in the sword.

With just one glance, an extremely fierce murderous intention rushed toward his face.

Mo Hua was shocked and was about to close his eyes.

 Suddenly, the Taixu Ling on his body trembled and a faint light flashed. The murderous intention seemed to identify Mo Hua's identity and gradually melted away.

 “Taixu Ling, Taixu Gate…”

 The ink painting is thoughtful.

This powerful sword cultivator back then should be the senior of Taixu Sect.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, then continued to look, calculating with concentration.

Although Taixu Ling eliminated the murderous intention of the broken sword, the cause and effect in the sword is still very thick and difficult to see through.

After all, it is the natal magic weapon of the Golden Core Realm. It is still very reluctant to use ink to draw the current realm and calculate it by force.

 Fortunately, this broken sword has been soaked in the blood pool for hundreds of years, and most of the sword's intention has dissipated, and some of its cause and effect have also been erased.

And the ink painting differentiates the three levels of treacherous thoughts, and the calculations of the heavenly secrets have become much more refined, and the calculations of the heavenly secrets under the blessing are also more exquisite.

 Otherwise, if you want to peek into the cause and effect of the sword, it is basically impossible.

 In front of Mo Hua's eyes, there is a fog. In the mist, there is hidden sword light.

 Pure white causal lines are intertwined and layered, very complex.

I don’t know how long it took, Mo Hua used his spiritual consciousness to deduce the calculations to the extreme, peeling off the cocoons bit by bit, and the cause and effect gradually became clear.

 In front of the ink painting, some intermittent images began to appear...

 The first thing is a figure, carrying a sword on his back and slender eyebrows. He walks alone into the blood mist, his back firm.

If there were vicious-looking monks, grotesque monsters, blood leeches or blood fish-like evil spirits blocking the way, he would kill them all with one sword.

 The light of his sword is pure silver.

Contains both the power of the sword and the power of the sword's energy, as well as the mystery of the sword's intention.

Flesh and blood can be cut off, and evil spirits can also be cut off.

No matter how evil you are, there are no enemies.

 Soon, he arrived in front of the River Temple.

In the River Temple, a powerful figure appeared, and then the screen was torn apart, creating heavy ripples. It seemed that the thing that was peeping had too strong a mind and was disturbed.

I only know that there is a big battle in front of the River Temple.

 Then the dust settled, and the scene was frozen. The sword repairman's long sword penetrated a **** who seemed to be the "River God".

Mo Hua’s pupils shrank.

 Senior Swordsman...he won?

But not long after, it was as if blood was poured into the river and slowly dispersed. A mass of blood mist appeared in front of the ink painting, covering everything.

When the blood mist dissipated, the senior swordsman's face was pale, with blood at the corner of his mouth. He was holding the broken sword in his hand, and a broken sword tip fell to the ground.

 An incredible voice sounded.

 “You...are not the river god...”

“…Such a powerful evil thought, evil beast, who are you? Where did you come from? What are your intentions?”

 No one...or no "god" responded.

 The sword cultivator's expression was bitter, with a hint of despair.

 After that, the scene stopped abruptly…

Mo Hua was shocked.

According to the deduced cause and effect, the senior swordsman back then killed the River God, no, at least severely injured the River God, but was later plotted against by something more powerful...

 “Such a powerful evil thought…”

 It should refer to the incarnation of a certain divine body of the Great Desolate Evil God?

Mo Hua frowned in thought and was suddenly startled. Although these truths were important, they were not what he needed to know most at the moment...

What about the method of turning spiritual thoughts into swords?

If Mo Hua's guess is correct, since this severing sword is the natal magic weapon of the senior sword cultivator, then in tracing the cause and effect, there must be some key to cultivating spiritual thoughts to transform into swords...

 The ink painting begins to move forward.

But this sword has been in the dust for too long and has been polluted by blood. Too many causes and effects have been erased.

Mo Hua’s white and tender forehead is sweating, he is trying his best to calculate and deduce bit by bit...

 Suddenly, a figure jumped into view.

This is an old man with a long beard, with extremely cold sword intent surging all over his body. He is dressed in white, and it is like a sword light woven through the vast sky.

Mo Hua only glanced at it, and his eyes were hurt by the sword light. He immediately looked away, not daring to look directly, and only looked around the old man with his peripheral vision.

Beside the old man stood a young man with a sword on his back.

 “Xuan’er…”

"I shouldn't teach you this swordsmanship, but I don't want to..." Mo Hua's spiritual awareness is insufficient, his calculations are still weak, and his cause and effect are weak, so his voice is intermittent.

 “I don’t want you…”

“…I don’t want my Taixu Sect to end the inheritance of this sect.”

A fog shrouded the scene, cause and effect were entangled, and the sounds were mixed together. It was unclear when and where it happened.

Mo Hua tried his best to listen.

 “…spiritual thoughts turn into swords…true tactics…”

“Your foundation is solid, I will teach you today…”

 “Jingshen style…”

Shocking style? !

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Taixu’s divine mind transforms into a sword’s true art·Jingshenjian style?

Mo Hua quietly opened his eyes, but still didn't dare to look at the old man with the long beard. He only dared to look at the young man with slender eyebrows next to him.

The young man's brows contained a profound sword intent, and he held a sword in his hand. The sword energy was condensed on the sword, and the sword energy and sword intent merged together. Although the moves were immature, they revealed an astonishing power.

Mo Hua stared at it for a long time, feeling cold in his heart.

 It’s totally fucked, I can’t understand it at all.

This is not an introductory sword technique, but an advanced sword technique in which spiritual thoughts turn into swords. I don’t have any foundation in ink painting, so I look at it very confused.

 The picture flashed by without a trace.

At a quick glance at the ink painting, I learned nothing.

 “Is there anything simpler...”

Mo Hua had no choice but to move forward and deduce cause and effect.

 One after another, incomplete, stained by blood and water, blurred pictures passed by.

 The sounds seemed to be soaked in water, and the sounds were mixed together.

 Finally, Mo Hua heard two words.

 “turn into a sword…”

Mo Hua looked at it carefully. In this scene, there was no old man with a long beard, only a young man with slender eyebrows, standing in the green mountains.

The mountain scenery is very familiar, quiet and simple, like Taixu Gate, but I have never seen anything similar in the sect.

The young man stood in the mountains holding a sword. The clouds and mist wetted the corners of his clothes and enveloped his face.

 But his eyes were very bright, just like the sword in his hand.

 The young man’s voice was clear and loud.

 “Sword Transformation Style…”

“The first form of Taixu’s divine mind-turning sword technique, the sword-turning form…”

“The way of divine consciousness is ever-changing, endlessly thought by humans, and unpredictable by gods and ghosts.”

"The method of spiritual thoughts, metaphysics, killing monsters and evil, and all kinds of sword styles must start with 'sword transformation'."

“The stunning style, the breaking style, the killing style, the destroying style… all are combined into one…”

“Those who transform swords must cultivate the sword to transform Qi, refine the Qi to transform the mind, combine the mind with the sword, use the virtual to transform the real, and combine the virtual and the real into one, only then can you ‘transform the sword’ with your spiritual thoughts and cut down everything..."

 …

Mo Hua listened eagerly, listened carefully, and remembered every word in his heart. At the same time, he watched the young man's movements, followed the gourd and painted ladle, and began to practice step by step.

 “Cultivation of swords and transformation of qi…”

 I tried ink painting, but it didn’t work.

His spiritual sword is of poor quality, and his sword skills are weak and have no foundation.

 “Refining Qi and transforming mind…”

Neither.

 Because Mo Hua is not a swordsman, his foundation in swordsmanship is very weak, and the sword energy he cultivates is very weak, and it is difficult to integrate sword energy into spiritual consciousness and manifest it into sword intention.

I don’t know how to do these two steps in ink painting, so I simply closed my eyes and jumped directly to the end:

 “To combine the sword with the will, to make the virtual reality...”

 In the scene of cause and effect, after practicing hard day and night, the young man has achieved great success in swordsmanship and can finally try to unite the divine sword.

 A long sword that manifests its spiritual consciousness into sword intention and melts it into the hand.

His long sword has both a clear sword light and a silver-white, extremely condensed sword intent.

 The ink painting directly abandons the sword and sword spirit.

 He just learned the young man's method of "condensing the sword" and manifested his spiritual consciousness into a sword in his own heart.

 This is a “trick” method.

 But because his spiritual consciousness is strong enough and condensed enough.

 So in the sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual thoughts were indeed like that young man, slowly manifesting a sharp "sword shape".

 This is a pale golden sword.

The shape of the sword is very rough, like a sword embryo that has just been taken out of the refining furnace, and it is not long. It looks like a small golden sword for children. It is just right to hold it in the hand of Xiao Mo Hua, the incarnation of spiritual thought.

 At this point, the calculation of heaven and earth in ink painting has reached its limit.

 The causal clues on the sword were completely erased.

 All the scenes of looking back have also disappeared.

 The aura on the broken sword became much weaker, as if it had turned into an ordinary spiritual sword.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua looked at the golden sword manifested by spiritual thoughts in his hand, but fell into deep thought.

 Do you think you have learned it, or have you not learned it?

 “Spiritual Thoughts Turned into Swords”…

 It is indeed "turned into a sword".

But this sword seems to be very different from the "spiritual sword" cultivated by the young man in the past, that is, the senior sword cultivator...

 The young man has a sword in his hand, but he has no sword.

The young man's spiritual thoughts turned into swords. The sword intention in his heart matched with the sword in his hand, and integrated with the sword energy, turning into a sword to kill.

My own spiritual thoughts turned into swords, that is, I turned my spiritual thoughts into swords in a simple and unpretentious way...

 Moreover, it is only transformed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and there is no shadow at all in reality.

Mo Hua scratched his head, feeling a little worried.

It seems that I am learning and learning incorrectly...

But can what I learned be considered a true "spiritual thought turning into a sword"?

 There is no practice of practicing the sword to transform Qi, and refining Qi to transform mind. There is only the way to combine mind with the sword, and to transform the void into reality.

 No, it’s not really about virtual reality…

Mo Hua looked at the golden sword in his hand again and sighed.

“Let’s make do with it for now, and then learn the complete ‘Sword of Spiritual Thought’ when I have the opportunity.”

“It’s good to be able to learn this through the few pictures and intermittent words in this causal retrieval...”

Mo Hua silently comforted himself, and then silently put away the golden sword, but there was some doubt in his heart.

"I don't know how powerful this spiritual sword is. I need to find something to try..."

Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​​​consciousness, put away the broken sword, and looked around, there was no evil spirit.

 There are no traces of the river **** or the evil god.

It seems that there was a great battle that year and he was killed miserably by the sword cultivator’s spiritual thought, so the River God hid himself and left a bare temple here.

 Sink the broken sword in a pool of blood and defile it with flesh and blood.

 It's not because of what Lao Zamao said about "setting an example to others", it's simply because of fear.

 It was stabbed through the chest, so it was frightened.

It was afraid of being stabbed again, so it hid itself.

Mo Hua put himself in his shoes and felt that this was probably the case.

“In that case,” Mo Hua frowned, “Where is the River God, or in other words, the Evil God of the Wilderness, hidden?”

 The River Temple is empty, but it is absolutely impossible that it is really empty.

Mo Hua turned his gaze and looked at Master She, with an intriguing look on his face.

Master She has already set up the altar. The things on the altar are either **** or evil, but they are definitely not serious things anyway.

 “It’s time to open the altar.”

Master She turned around and said with dark eyes.

Gu An glanced at the ink painting.

Yu Dahe was also excited and looked at the ink paintings with anticipation.

Mo Hua nodded.

Gu An then picked up the two men in black, threw them in front of the altar, and knelt down with them.

 The bodies of Yu Dahe’s two sons were placed on the altar.

Master She began to mutter something:

“Lord River God is above, the believers are pious, open the altar and offer sacrifices...”

"Heaven's actions are numbered, and those who offer sacrifices are determined."

 “One life for another life, one soul for one soul.”

"Now I sacrifice an adult, two humans and animals, in exchange for the lives of two children. I hope the Lord River God will beg for mercy..."

 Then Master She prostrated himself on the ground and prayed devoutly.

 The ink painting has a slight movement of eyes.

 He felt a hint of the formation's breath.

Master She knelt on the ground, covered his hands with his sleeves, scratched his fingers on a stone brick under the altar table, and used blood as ink to draw an unknown formation.

 Master She’s movements were hidden, and Gu An and others were not aware of it.

Mo Hua’s thoughts moved slightly and he remained silent.

I don’t know how long I have been chanting. Master She finished his prayer and painted the formation. He slowly turned around with an undisguised sinister smile on his face.

At this moment, Mo Hua saw that the two men in black had painful expressions on their faces, and their consciousness was drained out instantly, turning them into two dead bodies.

After two men in black were sacrificed, the atmosphere in the River Temple suddenly became depressing.

In the center of the temple, the statue of the river **** seems to have come to life, with majestic and ferocious eyes, looking down at the monks in the temple.

 A thick mist of blood spread instantly from all around.

 A "bang" sound.

The Pure Heart Mirror on Gu An's body was shattered, the evil-warming hairpin on Gu Quan's head was broken, and the calming jade on Yu Dahe's body also cracked.

The expressions of Gu An and others changed drastically. They were about to slash Master She with their swords, but they couldn't help but froze. Their eyes were blank, and they gradually lost consciousness and slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Hua also felt very sleepy and drowsy.

 And there seems to be a force trying to pull away his consciousness.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She, and then made no resistance. Any spiritual consciousness was pulled by others and left the physical body.

 Then he also fainted.

 In the entire River Temple, Master She was the only one who was still standing where he was.

His eyes were vicious and he sneered:

 “Ignorant people do not know the power of God.”

　　"A big dream turns into a nightmare...I will kill you all one by one in my dream..."

 After finishing speaking, Master She gave a ferocious laugh, slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness left his body, and he fell to the ground.

 …

For a while, the sky and the earth hung upside down, and the mind was turned upside down.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

There is a light mist floating around, as if in a dream.

 In front of him was a magnificent river temple.

 The real temple outside is fake.

 The imaginary temple in the dream is real.

 In the deepest part of the temple, there is a very strong aura of the gods, as well as a very obscure smell of the evil god.

 The corners of the ink-painted mouth outline a slight smile.

"found it…"

 (End of this chapter)