Asking about longevity

Immortal thunder pattern, obliterate everything!

The trickster only took one look and felt his whole body tremble and his heart tremble with fear.

This is the fear from the avenue.

At the same time, the black soul Taoist robe on his body, which was indestructible by spells, indestructible by spiritual thoughts, and immortal by formations, condensed with the secrets of heaven and the evil spirits of the remaining souls, was instantly torn apart by the tribulation thunder, and every inch of it was shattered. For fly ashes!

"Uncle, I told you not to read it..."

Mo Hua sighed, but his face was smiling like a little fox.

"...it will turn into ashes after just looking at it!"

The deceitful man cannot believe it.

This innocent, harmless little thing, he...

He is actually a little liar!

Not only him...

And junior brother...

Only then did the trickster figure it out.

His junior brother pretended to be exhausted, disheartened, lifeless, and going to die peacefully...

But he has already calculated everything clearly!

The trickster was startled. The last words his junior brother said before his death came to his mind again:

"Senior Brother... My thoughts are with you, Senior Brother, don't be embarrassed... My little disciples..."

At first, he only felt contempt for himself, his junior brother who once had a lofty ideal.

Life is short, and if you don't think about making progress, you have to put your apprentice's life on the mercy of others.

He was already possessed by a demon, cold and heartless, and he would definitely be killed if he should be killed. It was useless for him to plead for mercy.

But now that I think about it, my junior brother must be well aware of these things.

There's no point in begging for mercy...

So what he said was not asking for mercy from me.

But... are you trying to lure me into taking the bait?

I specifically pointed out the "little disciples" and asked me not to embarrass them. In fact, I was reminding me:

He cares very much about his little apprentice, and there are secrets hidden in his little apprentice...

He also naturally led me to take action, allowing me to plant a demon in my heart and enter the sea of ​​​​consciousness of this little thing.

Then naturally, he will use the secrets and tricks to help his young apprentice solve the riddle of the Heavenly Formation and break the bottleneck of foundation building.

He even calculated the killing disaster in his spiritual consciousness!

He may not know what this killing calamity is, he may not know this ruined monument, he may not know this calamity thunder, but he must have calculated that once I come in... I will die in the sea of ​​consciousness of his little disciple!

Knowing that he was bound to die, he decided with his own life from beginning to end...

It seems that all the secrets have been calculated, but it is all a calculation.

"Heavenly calculations are used here..."

The deceitful man's dark eyes were indifferent, his face was angry, and there was still a bit of panic, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised...

"Even if you die, you will plot against me..."

The trickster murmured, and then turned his attention to the ink painting.

All kinds of ink paintings appeared in front of my eyes.

Powerful spiritual consciousness, meticulous control, condensing spells, manifesting formations, diligent study and good thinking, amazing understanding, and many tricks...

Junior brother is gone, but there is still this little thing...

The Taoist's robes were shattered into pieces, and every inch of his body was annihilated.

He glanced at the ink painting for the last time, smiled slightly with a strange face, and said in an ethereal and broken voice:

"Little nephew, we can still..."

"Goodbye..."

Before he finished speaking, the deceitful man was completely wiped out by the thunder, and the evil thoughts dissipated!

Mo Hua frowned, let go of his consciousness, and sensed his sea of ​​consciousness.

After confirming that "Master Uncle"'s demonic thoughts had been wiped out by the tribulation thunder, shattered into pieces, and completely destroyed, he sat down on the ground and took a long breath.

Uncle Master's demonic thoughts are too strong.

This is the strongest spiritual existence that Mo Hua has encountered so far, and is likely to be encountered for a long time in the future...

It was obviously only the peak of foundation building, but the sense of oppression was pervasive.

In a head-to-head fight, he was no match.

Mo Hua could only act, tricking his uncle into taking a look at the thunder patterns of heaven.

He also learned this from his "uncle".

Dali Mountain, Deadwood Cliff, and the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

The uncle used the thunder to kill the demon Yu Hua in front of him.

The ink painting is very impressive.

"Heavenly calamity is also a killing weapon!"

At this moment, he just happened to put his knowledge to use, using a stroke of immortal pattern containing thunder to deceive his uncle's evil thoughts.

"Master, there is still a lot worth learning from me!"

Whether it is a demon planted in the heart of Tao, or a trick of heaven and earth;

Mo Hua also benefited a lot from the idea of ​​using the rules of heaven to suppress powerful enemies...

You must remember your master’s teachings of “leading by example”!

Mo Hua nodded seriously.

Then he blinked, looked at the flowing and full spiritual thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

The demonic thoughts of the Tao Heart Demon were obliterated by the Tribulation Thunder, and their thoughts were shattered, but what remained was the deceptive Dao Divine Thoughts that, although not pure, were very strong and majestic.

This devious spiritual thought is black and gray.

It is a powerful and ownerless spiritual thought that has been wiped out by the great road and wiped out by the thunder. It contains changes in deceitful ways.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright.

"This was 'gifted' to me by my uncle, so naturally it's mine!"

"Uncle is such a good person!"

Mo Hua said gratefully in his heart, and then his eyes sparkled.

If I refine this powerful deceptive spiritual thought, can my own spiritual consciousness break through the long-standing bottleneck...

Mo Hua felt a little hot in his heart and immediately started to meditate.

Start little by little, swallowing these devious thoughts.

The Dao Monument has been wiped out for him, and the Tribulation Thunder has been wiped out for him, so these deceptions should be safe, and there is no need for him to manifest the formation and incinerate it again...

Divine thoughts as thick as the sea in the air filled the surroundings.

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, opening his small mouth.

Wisps of spiritual thoughts with black and gray colors and some weird aura were sucked into Mo Hua's belly.

Mo Hua was shocked and couldn't help but open his eyes.

These divine thoughts...

Something seems wrong.

This seems to include some changes in the secrets of heaven and the understanding of the devious ways of spiritual consciousness...

This sentiment seems to be the master’s sentiment…

Although Mo Hua didn't know what the use of this kind of insight was, after thinking about it, his master was so powerful, so this kind of insight must be no small matter.

Even if you can't realize it immediately, you can definitely deepen your understanding of the secrets of heaven.

Mo Hua felt happy and began to calm down, breathing in, breathing out and refining while experiencing, understanding and comprehending.

These strange and ever-changing insights that can only be understood, cannot be expressed in words, slowly settle in my heart and condense into the Taoist heart...

Time passes little by little.

The remaining spiritual thoughts of the deceitful man were also swallowed up by the ink paintings little by little.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is also growing little by little.

His understanding of the deceitful ways is also deepening little by little...

Mo Hua felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was very "full" and seemed to have "eaten" too much, but he still endured it and refined it quietly.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His uncle would not "give him gifts" every day.

Next time my uncle "sends" something to me, I may not dare to accept it.

This time it was the right time, the right place, the right people, and the uncle was unprepared, so the boat capsized in the ditch.

I won't be so lucky next time...

So when it’s time to eat, you must not be polite!

Ink painting is "hungry and thirsty", constantly refining spiritual thoughts and strengthening one's own spiritual consciousness.

Endless spiritual thoughts, bit by bit, merge into the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting, filling the chasm-like gap between the thirteenth and fourteenth lines.

I do not know how long it has been.

I don’t know how long it took to fill in...

Finally, the gap in divine consciousness between the early stage of foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building was completely filled!

The natural chasm has been eliminated, and spiritual thoughts have ascended!

Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled, and he felt that his spiritual consciousness suddenly grew stronger. The sea of ​​consciousness expanded to all directions, and his spiritual thoughts became stronger and stronger.

His consciousness finally crossed the threshold and reached the middle stage of foundation building——

Fourteen lines of divine consciousness!

…

At the same time, outside the sea of ​​consciousness.

At the moment when the sea of ​​consciousness broke through, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness suddenly overflowed, and the fourteen lines of foundation-building spiritual consciousness produced violent fluctuations and spread to the surroundings.

All the immortals present were shocked.

"That was just now..."

"Foundation-building consciousness?"

"Foundation building...middle stage?"

They all looked at the ink painting under the umbrella of Splendid Mountains and Rivers.

The fluctuations of spiritual consciousness in the Foundation Establishment stage are indeed not strong for them as feathers. It can even be said to be...insignificant...

But it also depends on who sent this divine consciousness...

"The fluctuation of consciousness just now is... this little monk?"

Youyuhua Zhenren murmured and asked.

"right……"

Others were a little unsure.

If it is not the case, there must be nothing wrong with so many immortal monks watching.

But if you say yes...

The divine consciousness in the middle stage of foundation building...

They looked at the small ink painting again.

Is this the intensity of spiritual consciousness that he should have at his age, realm, and level?

Even Bai Qingcheng looked surprised and seemed dazed for a while.

But Master Situ's expression was solemn.

The fluctuation of consciousness at that moment was indeed the foundation-building consciousness.

But when the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness dissipated and Master Situ used his consciousness to pry again, he found that the ink painting was surrounded by fog, chaos, and weirdness, and he could not perceive anything at all.

It is obvious that someone or something has blocked Qi, and there is cause and effect.

It would be fine if it was Mr. Zhuang, but if it was... a deceitful person...

Master Situ looked solemn and his eyes were focused.

It is impossible for spiritual consciousness to fluctuate without any reason.

Unless something abnormal happened in this child's sea of ​​consciousness.

Now that he has been possessed by the Dao Heart, the only abnormality is probably...

Did the trickster swallow this child's consciousness? !

Master Situ felt a chill in his heart, knowing that something bad was going on.

At this moment, the ink painting suddenly started to move.

He held his head, his expression showing a bit of pain, a bit of discomfort, a bit of confusion...

Everyone was shocked, their expressions changed drastically, and they all felt like they were facing a formidable enemy!

The trickster...is awake?

Some people draw knives, some draw swords, some offer magic weapons...

But for a moment, they were so impressed by the majesty of the deceitful Taoist and afraid of the cunningness of the demon in their heart that they did not dare to act rashly.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

Under the beautiful mountains and rivers umbrella, the pupils of the ink paintings are still dark.

He shook his head in front of everyone. After his consciousness recovered a little, he raised his little hand and rubbed his eyes.

When he opens his eyes again.

The blackness in his eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes became clear again.

Everyone was stunned on the spot.

"This is……"

"what happened?"

If you have a demon in your heart, you will undoubtedly die. At the least, you will lose your heart, and at the most serious, you will lose your body and mind, and there will be no place to bury you!

How could he be safe and sound?

Master Situ stared at Mo Hua's eyes for a few times. Seeing those eyes, black and white, clean and clear, vivid and smart, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"How can this be……"

"The devil in the heart of the Tao... can it heal itself?"

Simply unheard of? !

Master Situ was shocked in his heart.

Who is this little monk?

Master Situ's eyes were trembling slightly, and he was confused. Then he looked at the ink painting, his expression was startled, and in a daze, he found that the ink painting was a bit strange compared to before.

His face was still innocent.

But his eyes are deep, half clear and half eerie, the two blending together.

One twist, one twist, everything is natural...

Thank you to the chocolate of the wind, the burned flame mage, katiestar, and the wind guardian for the rewards~