Asking about longevity

The old man's "Fireball Technique" appeared before his eyes.

Mo Hua pondered silently...

With the help of spiritual consciousness, one by one, the fireball spells are compressed and condensed into silk threads. They are reconstructed in the form of weaving and fitting. In a limited space, they are condensed and combined into new fireball spells, releasing extremely powerful power. …

This is what Grandpa Puppet showed, the profound magic contained in ordinary things.

After complex changes, a simple fireball technique can also produce mutations and derive powerful lethality...

It's a bit like a formation, but the specific form is somewhat different.

After all, spells are still different from formations.

Ink painting has not yet reached the state of returning to nature, where all methods lead to different paths and all paths lead to the same destination. In his current understanding of spiritual practice, there is still a big gap between the two.

However, how can this kind of fireball technique be practiced?

"Compression, reconstruction..."

"Powerful fireball technique..."

Mo Hua had some ideas in mind, but when it came to the specific techniques, he was still confused and felt that he couldn't figure it out.

He looked at the place where the sunset was setting, and was lost in thought.

Xiao Yu'er on the side had finished her homework long ago and was rolling on the soft grass. She got tired of playing and looked back, and saw Mo Hua frowning, wondering what he was thinking about.

Yu'er was a little confused, but she didn't bother Mo Hua and lay aside obediently.

The sun had completely set, and suddenly the sky turned dark.

The dark night enveloped them.

Yu'er trembled habitually, with uneasiness and fear remaining in her eyes.

This is late at night, the remaining instinct in the endless nightmare, the fear of darkness and night.

Yu'er's little face was wrinkled together, hugging her knees, and trembling.

It seems that in the surrounding darkness, there are countless coveted demons and countless unknown evil spirits.

Yu'er's face was pale.

At some point, a warm hand touched Yu'er's head.

Yu'er looked up and saw Mo Hua looking at her gently.

"It's getting dark, go back."

Yu'er was startled, then showed a reassuring smile.

"Um!"

In this way, Mo Hua led Yu'er, walking along the narrow mountain road, in the darkening night, toward the disciple's residence with warm yellow lights on.

Yu'er was held by Mo Hua's little hand and followed behind Mo Hua. She suddenly felt that courage was born in her limbs and bones, which could dispel all uneasiness and fear.

Be it the dark night or monsters, there is nothing to be afraid of.

A happy smile slowly appeared on Yu'er's little face.

…

After returning to the disciples' residence, Mo Hua stayed with Yu'er for a while. After Yu'er fell asleep, he took the time to draw a few formations, and then began to think about the fireball technique again...

If he could only choose one attack spell among the five elements of spells, he would definitely choose Fireball.

After all, the fireball technique has been with me for a long time, and I have to stay focused on it and not change my mind.

Even if I learn swordsmanship, sword control, or even spiritual sword-making in the future, I must not forget about the old and throw away the fireball technique.

You need to practice the fireball technique to the extreme!

Not only do I want to be a magic master, I also want to be a fireball master!

What's more, whether it's swordsmanship or the ability to transform spiritual thoughts into swords, it's still far away. The only thing I can rely on now is the fireball technique.

Mo Hua recalled the fireball technique demonstrated by the puppet master over and over again, pondering over it again and again, but there was still no progress.

Spells are not like formations.

He has a Taoist tablet for the formation, so he can practice it and deduce it continuously.

But magic doesn't work.

Mo Hua thought about it and decided that he should find a place to practice it himself and try various variations of the fireball technique.

The next day, Mo Hua took time out and went to the Taoist room.

As the name suggests, the Taoist Dharma Room not only teaches Taoist Dharma, but also has a special room for disciples to practice their own magic.

There is a formation inside the room for protection.

There is also a magic puppet in the room, which is used for disciples to practice spells and test the power of spells.

Outside the Taoist law, there is also an alchemist sitting and guarding.

Once some disciples go wrong while practicing magic and hurt themselves, the alchemist will take action and treat them with elixirs or use elixirs to strengthen the disciples to prevent the disciples' injuries from worsening.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

After all, no one can guarantee that he will not make mistakes when practicing this kind of thing.

Since the pursuit of guilty cultivators and the payment of inheritance, Mo Hua occasionally rents a Taoist room to practice magic.

He has strong spiritual consciousness and extremely strict control over his spells. So far, he has never missed a shot, let alone been injured by his own spells!

Mo Hua blinked and couldn't think of any situation where he would be injured by his own spell...

Renting a Taoist room requires some spiritual stones and registration with the Taoist elders.

Mo Hua is relatively familiar with the Taoist elders.

Although his Taoist score is only "C", this is because his spiritual roots are limited and he cannot learn superior spells. There is nothing he can do.

The elder who taught Taoism was very considerate of this, so he didn't mind. Mo Hua took his class, but he kept studying and could only get a "C".

Although Mo Hua cannot practice superior spells, he has a deep research on low-level spells and has unique spell routines.

This suited him very well.

The Taoist elder was bored and playing chess with an alchemist elder. When he saw Mo Hua, he greeted him kindly and told him, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself." Then he put Mo Hua in.

Mo Hua entered one person's Taoist room and began to impatiently try to improve his fireball technique.

The first is fireball compression.

Mo Hua tried it, trying to use his spiritual consciousness to compress the fireball technique into silk threads according to the appearance shown by Grandpa Puppet.

But he failed.

His spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, or in other words, his cultivation is far from enough, and his control of spiritual power is not as delicate as silk...

Ink painting can only suppress the big fireball into small fireballs.

It was about the size of a fist, darker in color, and indeed more powerful, but of no use.

Mo Hua tried it with magic puppet.

The magic puppet in the early stage of foundation building was burned with a deep scorch mark by his small fireball, and then gradually recovered.

Spell puppets are made of special materials and have formations painted on them, so they can repair themselves.

When Mo Hua saw it for the first time, he was very surprised, especially curious about the formation inside. He even tried to take apart the magic doll to see the formation inside...

But the magic doll "called the police" and attracted the Taoist elders to stop Mo Hua's "impolite" behavior.

Mo Hua gave up.

Now Mo Hua uses compressed "small fireballs" to bombard the spell puppet. It can be seen that the power of the spell has indeed increased.

But this improvement is not huge.

And because this kind of "compression" is more time-consuming, the fireball technique becomes slower. In actual combat, it seems too "stupid" and basically useless.

And this kind of "small fireball" as big as a fist is the limit of compression of ink paintings.

Mo Hua sighed.

"It's too far off..."

There is a huge difference between my own magical attainments and that of Grandpa Puppet.

But then I thought about it, this is normal.

Grandpa Puppet's cultivation level is nowhere higher than mine.

Even his uncle was very afraid of Grandpa Puppet and did not dare to take action himself. He had to rely on the blood of a blood Taoist to restrain him.

Mo Hua thought about it for a long time before he remembered the name:

The blood of destruction...

Destruction...

"Grandpa Puppet...it should be fine..."

Mo Hua remembered what Grandpa Puppet said to his uncle that day, "Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will kill you..."

This means that what has been accompanying him is a clone or a puppet, not the real body of Grandpa Puppet.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little worried.

I don’t know what happened to Grandpa Puppet...

Where is he...

And that 'blood man'...

Mo Hua heard this name twice.

The first time was when the holy son blocked his way, and when his uncle was so frightened that he begged for mercy, he revealed his identity as a descendant of the "blood Taoist", and his uncle spared his life.

The second time, the uncle used the Tao-destroying blood of the "blood Taoist" to restrain Grandpa Puppet...

Since he is a "Taoist", the uncle also wants to give him face and borrow his blood. He must also be a terrifying big devil...

But it’s still early, and considering these things, it’s a bit overestimating one’s capabilities. Let’s talk about it later…

Mo Hua silently wrote down the name of "Blood Taoist".

After that, he concentrated and continued to study the fireball technique.

I can't reach the level of Grandpa Puppet, but I can still learn from the magic ideas.

Spells turn into silk, compress and reconstruct.

If you can't reach Grandpa Puppet's level... let's simplify it a bit. Even if you just learn a trick, it's probably 10/20 more powerful.

The spell does not condense into silk, but compresses into a ball.

If reconstruction cannot be "woven", then...integrate with each other?

"Merging two fireball techniques into one?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

He began to try to cast two fireball techniques, and then merged the two fireball techniques together...

But as soon as he tried, he failed again.

Only then did he remember some popular magic theorems he had learned in Taoist classes:

One cannot cast two spells at the same time.

Even if the two spells are exactly the same, there must be a sequence of time.

The same goes for the fireball technique before Mo Hua. No matter how fast it is performed, there is actually a sequence.

The first fireball must be condensed first, and only after it is released can the second one be condensed.

No matter how fast it is, there will still be a sequence.

Continuous spells, such as Golden Body, Golden Bell, etc.

First cast the golden body technique, then wield the sword;

First use the golden bell to defend yourself, then use other spells...

It seems that the two spells take effect at the same time, but the spells are also cast one after the other.

Mo Hua touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"The fireball technique displayed by Grandpa Puppet also condenses one fireball after another, and then unifies into one technique..."

But I can't do this kind of difficult technique...

"We need to change the form..."

Mo Hua frowned, thinking in his mind.

Today, he is no longer a casual cultivator without inheritance.

After entering Taixu Sect, attending classes and practicing every day, and accepting the orthodox inheritance of Taixu Sect, his knowledge of Taoism has been enriched a lot.

He also knew a lot about some of the "basics" of magic through his ears and eyes.

People cannot use both techniques at the same time because their spiritual consciousness is single and cannot be used simultaneously.

"Can't be distracted for two purposes..."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

"Heaven's secret plan!"

My own consciousness may be single.

But like my uncle, with the help of divine calculations, it can be differentiated...

After differentiation, wouldn't it be possible to break through the common magic theorem and cast spells at the same time if there are two spiritual thoughts?

Can't we try to cast spells at the same time, and the spells are fused?

Mo Hua's spirit perked up, and then his pupils became deep, and his consciousness divided his thoughts, creating a double image. He multitasked and began to try to condense two spells at the same time.

But after several attempts, they all failed.

He had never tried to separate evil thoughts and perform spells at the same time before, so he was very unfamiliar at first.

Either the consciousness is unstable, or the spiritual power is distracted, or the spell is not condensed and completed...

But Mo Hua was too proficient in the use of the fireball technique. After trying it a few more times, his spiritual consciousness gradually became more stable, his spiritual power circulated, and his spells completed the technique...

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua had a flash of inspiration, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his two hands.

In his left hand, there is a fireball technique.

On his right hand, a fireball technique was also condensed.

Deify the evil thought, use both techniques at the same time!

Mo Hua was very excited.

Then he realized a problem. If the two techniques were used at the same time, wouldn't it be more powerful? It seemed that there was no need to study the more complicated fireball technique...

Mo Hua decided to give it a try. He stretched out his hands and two fireballs flew out instantly, creating two streaks of fire and hitting the magic puppet.

Two scorch marks appeared on the puppet, and then it was restored to its original state.

Mo Hua shook his head.

"Not good..."

The consciousness is divided, and the power of the two fireballs cast at the same time is reduced...

One reason is that I am not yet proficient in my techniques;

Another reason may be that his spiritual power is not sufficient. The spiritual power in his meridians is not enough to support the simultaneous use of two fireballs and ensure that the power does not decay...

In this case, it would be better to go step by step and cast two fireballs one after the other.

He casts the spell quickly, the gap between the two fireball spells is also very short, and the power will not decay.

unless……

Mo Hua thought for a while.

Unless the spell "Bombardment" is needed, a large number of fireballs can be released quickly and quickly in a short period of time.

In this case, performing both techniques together will have a miraculous effect.

But in this case, spiritual consciousness and spiritual power will pour out in large quantities like a flood.

My spiritual consciousness is okay, but my spiritual power will definitely not be able to sustain it.

This is not a method that I can use at the moment...

The ink painting is a bit regretful.

Casting two spells at the same time is not powerful enough, so we still need to study spell fusion...

Mo Hua nodded, then his pupils darkened, he reorganized his evil thoughts, and used both techniques at the same time, condensing a fireball in his left and right hands.

Mo Hua frowned, struggling a little, and gradually brought his hands together, trying to fuse the two fireball techniques together...

But the two fireballs repel each other just like the same poles of magnetism.

The closer you are, the stronger the repulsive force is.

Soon, the ink painting could no longer hold up, the spell collapsed, and the two fireballs also went out.

Mo Hua gasped for air and sighed in his heart:

"It still doesn't seem to work..."

"The fireballs repel each other and cannot merge together..."

"Why is this?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and took out his "Essence of Taixu Taoism" from his storage bag. From the some magic theorems recorded in it, he pondered and found the answer.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua turned to the "Surgical Structure" page, recalled what the elder had learned in class, and then suddenly realized.

Within each spell, there is a certain spell structure.

This structure is stable and standardized. It was created by the powerful monks of the past generations. It is a "paradigm" that determines the essence of magic.

The structure of the spell is also the structure of spiritual power, which contains the flow and changes of the spiritual power of the spell.

Likewise, the internal spell structures of different spells are mutually exclusive.

Therefore, spiritual practice uses spells to fight, and different spells compete against each other. The outcome is determined by the structure of each spell.

A high-grade spell has a stable structure and strong spiritual power. It will crush a low-grade spell, causing its spell to be destroyed and its spiritual power to collapse, thus losing the duel.

If the power of the two spells is close and no one can defeat the other, then due to the repulsion of the spell structure, the two will collapse at the same time, resulting in a spiritual explosion...

Mo Hua nodded, but then he was startled and confused.

"The spells collide and collapse at the same time, resulting in a spiritual explosion..."

"But my two fireballs didn't explode when they were pressed against each other..."

"Why?"

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more confused he became, and he couldn't help but sigh:

The formations are extensive and profound, and the spells are not simple either.

Once you study deeply, you will find that there is too much complicated and obscure knowledge...

Ink painting can only be considered from its own perspective.

Although his two fireball techniques have different deceptions, they have the same origin. They are essentially the same divine consciousness, the same spiritual power, and the same technique structure, and they are performed at the same time.

It's like "re-enactment", both are shadows of each other.

Therefore, the two spells have similar origins and are compatible with each other.

But since they are different spells, they also have spell structures that are independent of each other although they are in the same form.

The structure of the technique must be rejected.

Therefore, these two fireballs have similar origins and can be close to each other, but they are mutually exclusive due to their independent techniques...

They are contradictory to each other, and their spiritual powers are entangled endlessly.

Mo Hua's head hurt a little.

Since they have the same origin, it means that "fusion" is possible...

However, the structures of the techniques are independent and mutually exclusive, and obviously cannot be "fused"...

The ink drawings are a bit confusing, but don’t be discouraged.

For several days after that, he thought of many ways to cause these two techniques to be used simultaneously, and to "spell fusion" the two fireball techniques of the same origin.

For example, using spiritual consciousness to forcefully squeeze the fireball bit by bit to promote fusion;

Or, in the form of a "spiral", the two fireballs can rotate around each other and fit together...

But no matter how hard he tried, he failed.

Mo Hua frowned and reflected:

"Isn't it... too gentle..."

These "fusion" forms of squeezing, spiraling, and fitting spells were carefully tried by myself, but the two fireballs were very "naughty" and not obedient at all.

Should we be more "tough"?

But how to be tough?

Mo Hua thought of the scenes of magic confrontation he had seen so far, and suddenly he had an idea and muttered silently:

"collision?"

"Two fireballs, hitting each other?"

My consciousness is strong enough, and I can force the two fireballs to collide quickly. Maybe I can merge the two?

Relying on the power of spiritual consciousness to produce miracles with great force?

Mo Hua was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it, there was no other way at the moment, so he might as well give it a try.

Anyway, there are elders and others guarding the Taoist room. They are just two small fireballs, so it should be fine...

Mo Hua nodded.

Then he started to perform his old tricks again, his pupils were dark, his thoughts were divided, and he condensed a fireball technique in his left and right hands.

This time, the ink painting no longer tried little by little, but with a concentrated expression, in an instant, the sixteen textures were transformed into spiritual consciousness, and was pushed to the extreme, and the spiritual consciousness was instantly suppressed...

Then the spell suddenly changed!

The ultimate spiritual consciousness suddenly produced strong pressure, causing the fireball to tremble violently.

Then the two fireballs suddenly turned from static, pulling out two dazzling flames. They roared and impacted each other at extremely fast speeds, causing a collision that was enough to cause the structure of the technique to collapse...

This happened in just a moment.

A moment later, Mo Hua felt dizzy and tinnitus, and his eyes were blinded by the dazzling firelight...

He only felt a dull explosion.

Then all the sounds seemed to be pulled and swallowed up, and there was a dead silence...

The only glimmer of clarity in his spiritual consciousness made Mo Hua realize...

His spiritual power was completely out of control...

From nowhere, the fireball technique gave birth to raging spiritual power, like an unruly angry dragon, roaring and roaring, trying to get out of his control and devour everything...

Mo Hua used his last bit of consciousness to put a "reins" on this spiritual power, pulling it and blasting forward...

Then he closed his eyes, slowly fell to the ground, and fainted.

…

The Taoist elder who was playing chess outside suddenly felt a violent heart palpitation. He looked down and saw a red alarm on the central jade slip of the Taoist room, which was so red that it was dazzling.

At the same time, although it was in the foundation building stage, it was extremely weird and twisted, with a hint of terrifying spiritual power fluctuations, rippling away.

The Taoist elder trembled in his heart, and quickly came to a Taoist room on the right.

From the outside, the Taoist chamber appears intact.

Elder Daofa's right hand trembled slightly and he opened the door...

It was a mess, with cracks everywhere.

There was a ferocious scorch mark on the ground, spreading to the distance, and powerful spiritual power pressed against the four walls, shaking out all the third-level protective formations.

The formation was intact, but the wall melted, revealing formation patterns.

It looked like there were mottled cracks all around.

The starting point of the scorch mark was a young monk.

He collapsed to the ground, his left hand was blackened, his right hand was cracked, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

At the end of the scorch marks is a magic doll.

In other words, there should have been a magic doll.

But now, the spell puppet used to test the power of spells, in the early stage of foundation building, has been blasted to the point where there is nothing left...

The Taoist elder opened his mouth wide and took a breath of cold air...

"What the hell is this..."

"Fireball?!"