Asking about longevity

In the later stage of foundation building, the Fire Buddha, who was wanted by the Dao Tingsi for cultivating the "forbidden art" of fire, was a murderer!

Mo Hua felt awe-inspiring.

After thinking for a moment, he knew he couldn't beat him!

In the early stage of his foundation building, and in the later stage of Fire Buddha's foundation building, both of them were building foundations, but the difference in cultivation was too big.

Neither does formation.

This kind of evil person who commits serious crimes must be cunning and vigilant.

If I set up a formation to kill him in broad daylight, it would be like covering my ears and stealing the bell, unable to hide his perception at all.

What's more, he has three helpers.

Two big men, one with rough hands, one with a fleshy face, and the other a tall and thin monk.

They can follow the Fire Buddha, and their cultivation level is at least in the middle stage of foundation building, and possibly even in the late stage of foundation building.

And they must all be sinners, do evil things, and use ruthless methods.

Mo Hua instantly judged that these bad guys were not something he could deal with right now.

Especially in this kind of unprepared and accidental encounter...

"It's important to save your own life!"

Mo Hua silently looked away, his expression as usual, and continued to lower his head and slurp the noodles.

I just quietly speeded up my eating of noodles, my cheeks were rounded, and I was "whooshing," and I finished the remaining noodles and drank all the soup.

Mo Hua took out two spiritual stones and placed them on the table. He tried his best to keep his voice from sounding strange and said crisply:

"Boss, check out!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Little Master, walk slowly."

Mo Hua nodded, stood up and left.

But as soon as I took a step, I heard a low and kind voice saying:

"Young Master..."

Mo Hua's heart tightened, and he felt that he seemed to be locked by a powerful spiritual consciousness.

Eighteen lines of peak consciousness!

Mo Hua had no choice but to pretend to be confused and turned his head to look.

Then he saw the tall, kind-faced man at another table, who had been silent until now, looking at him intently.

The man looked calm and his voice was gentle, but his eyes were somewhat profound as he said:

"You...recognize me?"

Mo Hua remained calm, with a puzzled look on his face:

"Uncle, who are you?"

The man's eyes darkened, his face showed displeasure, and he felt a little confused...

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be recognized...

He killed everyone who had seen his face, regardless of age or sex, and then burned them to ashes, leaving no one alive.

Those who can't be killed are the senior officials of Daotingsi or the experienced Diansi.

Their cultivation level is at least Jindan or above.

No matter how you look at this kid with a childish face, he doesn't look like he knows you.

There is no reason to recognize myself.

The man frowned slightly.

But just now, he did detect a hint of divine consciousness.

Even though it was very faint, very slight, and his spiritual sense was sophisticated, he could pass by like a dragonfly touching water.

But I can't hide it from myself, who has been fighting to the death all year round, on the line between life and death.

The strange thing is that this trace of consciousness disappeared in a flash.

When I went to check again, there was no trace. The only one with some abnormalities was the child eating noodles nearby.

He seemed to glance at himself out of the corner of his eye, and then immersed himself in eating noodles.

The man's eyes darkened slightly.

This kind of spiritual awareness is very deep. Logically speaking, it cannot be cultivated by such a young monk.

This kind of experienced spiritual prying is impossible for this young monk to be able to master.

But my perennial intuition tells me...

There is something wrong with this kid.

In particular, after he glanced at himself, he ate the noodles significantly faster, then got up and left.

This is very unusual.

It's just like……

He recognized himself and knew his identity. In order to avoid risks, he wanted to slip away...

The man's expression was gentle, but his eyes gradually deepened.

At that moment, Mo Hua felt a little nervous.

This man who may be the "Fire Buddha" is doubting himself!

The alertness is too high and the suspicion is too severe...

I need to find a way to fool him...

The expression in the ink painting remains unchanged, but his thoughts change rapidly.

Another big man looked at the ink painting and said in confusion:

"Brother, is there something wrong with this kid?"

The other two people also whispered, "No way..."

"can not tell……"

"too small……"

"Sect disciple?"

"Eating noodles here alone?"

Mo Hua didn't wear Taixu Sect's Taoist robes, but his ordinary clothes, so they didn't know the details.

The leading man looked thoughtful and remained silent.

A big man said to Mo Hua:

"Kid, which family do you belong to, what is your name, what sect, what are you doing here alone?"

After saying that, he sneered and said, "Don't tell me that you came to this mountain just to eat a bowl of noodles..."

Mo Hua's face was a little nervous, a little "scared", and he looked like he was "showing off":

"I don't know who you are, why should I tell you?"

The big man sneered, "Kid, don't be ungrateful."

Several other people also slowly stood up and stared at the ink painting with unkind expressions.

Mo Hua took two steps back "fearfully".

A monk stood up next to him and stepped forward to accuse:

"As an adult, what's the point of embarrassing a child?"

Seeing that someone dared to meddle in his own business, the big man's face flashed with anger, and he ducked in front of the man. His fist was wrapped with gray-colored spiritual power and he suddenly blasted out.

This punch was powerful and heavy, with astonishing momentum.

"Later stage of foundation building!"

The monk's eyes suddenly widened and he reluctantly folded his arms to block the punch, but he was still blasted ten feet away and vomited blood.

The big man took a big step forward and reached for the storage bag at his waist, as if he wanted to draw a knife and chop the nosy to death.

The leading man's eyes were stern.

The big man felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and then he remembered that he couldn't stir up trouble. He retracted his hand with a sneer and cursed at the nosy monk:

"roll!"

The monk knew he was outmatched and left angrily.

The tea guests around him saw that the situation was not good and dispersed.

The shopkeeper glanced at the ink painting worriedly, sighed, and hid helplessly in the distance.

In a small place like the second-level state boundary, monks in the late stage of foundation building are simply not something they can afford to offend.

In the teahouse, only the ink paintings and the four unidentified people were left.

Mo Hua looked nervous and said timidly:

"You...are bad people?"

The big man licked his lips and said with a sinister smile:

"What do you mean?"

The other big man and the gloomy thin man also showed playful smiles.

"Don't tell me, this guy has tender skin, red lips and white teeth. He looks pretty good..."

At this moment, the leading man's eyes narrowed and he said calmly:

"Little monk, stop acting, you are not afraid of us."

As soon as these words came out, the three big men were stunned and looked a little stunned.

Mo Hua restrained his "fearful" expression and said curiously:

"Did I do a bad job?"

The leading man frowned.

The two big men felt that they were being played and were furious.

The thin man's expression became even more gloomy.

The big man in front of him sneered: "Okay, it's hard to walk through the ditch, and it's hard to deal with the kid. I didn't expect that I have been on the road for so long, and today I actually made a mistake..."

"You little brat, you are very brave."

"Tell me, do you recognize us?"

Mo Hua shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know you."

He just guessed that the leading man might be the Fire Buddha who was full of evil, but he really didn't know who the other three were.

The leading man stared at the ink painting, silently meditating.

The expressions in the ink paintings are genuine, as if they don't recognize them.

At this moment, the gloomy thin man sneered:

"Woodcutter, what nonsense are you talking about? Just arrest this kid and kill him if you need to, sell him if you need to, or keep it or make him a toy..."

The big man groaned: "You scheming bastard, if I want to catch you, I will do it myself."

Woodcutter?

Damaged goods?

One is the word "Qiao" and the other is the word "Yin".

Mo Hua checked the list and recognized it quickly.

The name in the list with the word "woodcutter" in it is called "bloody woodcutter".

Those with the word "Yin" are called "Yin Lei Zi".

There's another big guy...

Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that his face was full of flesh and blood. When he was angry, he looked as ferocious as a demon. He instantly remembered:

"Ghost-faced evil"!

Fire Buddha, Blood Woodcutter, Yin Lei Zi, Ghost Faced Evil!

These four people are indeed on Boss Jiang's list.

And they are all criminal cultivators with bloody hands!

Mo Hua's expression became clear for a moment, and his eyes became more enlightened.

At this moment of ink painting, the clear and subtle expression was instantly captured by Fire Buddha.

Fire Buddha's eyes suddenly became sharp, and there was a hint of disbelief in his heart.

Recognized by this kid...

Are they all recognized? !

How on earth did he recognize this kid? !

These people, their identities are hidden and they don’t often contact each other.

Even if Daotingsi's Diansi is here, he may not be able to recognize all of them.

This little devil...

Just from this brief meeting and a few words of chat, can the identities of all four of them be confirmed? !

Where did he come from?

Fire Buddha's gentle expression suddenly turned cold.

Some relationships cannot be seen in the light.

Now that the matter has come to this, this brat must not be allowed to stay!

"Woodcutter," Fire Buddha said coldly in an unmistakable voice, "Kill this brat!"

The woodcutter was startled.

When Mo Hua heard the word "kill", he looked alert, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and ran away in an instant, leaving only a faint water shadow in place.

When Qiao Lao Wu saw this, he was furious, "You little brat!"

With his backhand, he pulled out a long, barbed, blood-stained hatchet from his storage bag, swung out a streak of blood, and chased Mo Hua from the waist.

But Mo Hua's movement was like water, and his shape was like a ghost, and he escaped lightly.

Woodcutter Laowu cuts again.

Mo Hua hides again.

It's like cutting off the water with a knife, but the water flow continues.

No matter how I cut it, I couldn't damage the ink painting at all.

The Fire Buddha sat upright, his eyes deep in thought, but did not take any action.

The other two people were also sitting and watching the show. Seeing the woodcutter Laowu and Mo Hua going back and forth, they were locked in a stalemate. They couldn't help but laugh at Mo Hua after more than ten rounds without catching him:

"Lao Wu, can you do it?"

"You can't even catch a kid?"

"You have been cultivating Taoism for all these years, but what have you cultivated?"

…

Woodcutter Lao Wu was furious and drew his sword even more urgently.

The ink painting was broken out in "cold sweat", the left and right sides were in a state of embarrassment, but every time he managed to do it just right and dodge the sword of Qiao Lao Wu.

Fire Buddha was a little surprised.

"Ghost Faced Evil" and "Yin Leizi" also had their faces darkened.

"There's something about this kid's movement skills..."

Although Qiao Laowu broke through not long ago, he still had advanced levels of foundation building. In such a short period of time, he was unable to defeat this brat.

Of course it was because Qiao Lao Wu only focused on killing and his body skills were not good enough.

But on the other hand, it's also because this kid's body skills are too superb.

Fire Buddha winked.

The two ghost-faced evil spirits nodded, their bodies were like the wind, and they rushed forward like evil wolves, and together with the woodcutter and their horns, they surrounded Mo Hua.

The three people surrounded him, Mo Hua looked panicked, and seemed to be struggling even more when he was moving around.

Yin Leizi and the others sneered, feeling complacent that they would be able to catch this kid within ten rounds.

But after three rounds, Mo Hua smiled slyly, found an opportunity, pointed his fingers frequently, and three fireballs flew towards the faces of the three of them one after another.

This time he took action, it was like lightning.

The three of them didn't expect it. They were caught off guard and their faces were hit by the fireball technique.

The injury was not serious, but his face was charred and miserable, and the siege was broken, and he couldn't help but feel furious.

And in this moment, Mo Hua's movement skills were even faster.

Like running water, he escaped from the siege of the three people and fled towards the small woods next to him.

Only then did Yin Leizi and the others suddenly realize, and cursed secretly in their hearts:

"What a sinister boy!"

What a fast fireball!

Faster movement!

This kid, under the siege of the three of him, was still able to handle it with ease and save a hand.

The purpose is to wait for a flaw, catch him by surprise, and seek an opportunity to escape.

Moreover, he really let him escape!

What a shame!

The five and three woodcutter men continued to chase, regardless of the black ash on their faces.

Mo Hua continued to run away, but when he saw the mountains and forests in front of him, and when he was about to escape, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Fire Buddha!

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed and he had to stop.

The five and three woodcutter men behind him also caught up, slowly stood still, and together with the Fire Buddha in front, blocked the ink painting.

The three people, still angry, looked at the ink paintings jokingly.

"Kid, are you going to run away again?"

Mo Hua ignored them, but looked at the motionless Fire Buddha in front of him. After thinking for a moment, he clicked his fingers frequently and fired three fireballs, directly attacking the Fire Buddha.

He wanted to test it out and see the strength of Fire Buddha.

What Mo Hua didn't expect was that the Fire Buddha refused to dodge, stood still, and ate the three fireballs from Mo Hua.

And when these three fireballs hit the Fire Buddha, they were directly refined like mud sinking into the sea, without any fluctuations being heard.

Mo Hua looked shocked.

This is……

what happened?

The Fire Buddha's expression remained unchanged and he wrote lightly:

"Your fireball technique is just mediocre, why not let me teach you..."

The Fire Buddha opened his arms, fire aura rippled around his body, and his eyes were blood red, like a sea of ​​fire.

What a strong momentum!

Mo Hua frowned, let go of his consciousness, and sensed Fire Buddha's aura. Only then did he realize that Fire Buddha's chest seemed to be burning with two flames.

These two flames are very blazing, like two hearts, from the same origin, residing in the body of the Fire Buddha, which contains extremely surging fire spiritual power.

This is...the characteristic of the Forbidden Technique of Meteor Fire?

Violated a taboo and "planted" two fireballs in his body, using them as hearts to trigger spells?

Is this a truly high-end fire spell?

Yin Leizi and the other three sneered to themselves, as if they were also laughing at Mo Hua for not overestimating his own abilities, being a "student axe" and daring to use the fireball technique in front of the Fire Buddha.

Mo Hua was a little dissatisfied. He looked at the Fire Buddha and said seriously:

"My fireball technique is more than that!"

Fire Buddha felt slightly surprised, then showed an interesting smile, "Then, let me see..."

He was very interested.

"Brother, why not..." Qiao Laowu was holding back his anger and wanted to catch Mo Hua first to save himself from trouble.

Fire Buddha looked at him with piercing eyes, like a knife. Woodcutter Lao Wu was so frightened that he could only swallow his words and did not dare to say more.

The Fire Buddha looked at the ink painting again, with a kind face and said:

"Come on, let me see..."

"good!"

Mo Hua's eyes were stern, full of fighting spirit, and there was a hint of fearlessness as if he was looking forward to death.

"I will only cast this spell once in my life..." Mo Hua said solemnly.

These words made Fire Buddha's expression become more solemn.

Then he saw the ink paintings and began to make hand gestures, making all kinds of incredible, complicated, obscure and even somewhat inexplicable gestures...

Mo Hua was serious, and he practiced the technique for a long time, pretending that he was going to enlarge the move, creating an atmosphere that this move was very powerful and needed to be accumulated for a long time.

He can indeed only use this spell once in his life.

Because these tricks were all made up by him on the spur of the moment...

He didn't guarantee whether he could "make it up" exactly the same next time...

But Fire Buddha didn't know.

He couldn't understand the depth of the ink painting, and he didn't know what the ink painting was doing. He only followed the monk's intuition. The more unknown something is, the more dangerous it is...

After waiting for Mo Hua to finish the hand gesture, he suddenly drank, and a fireball appeared in his left and right hands at the same time.

This move really shocked the Fire Buddha.

"Use both techniques at the same time?!"

Yin Leizi and the others didn't understand, but Fire Buddha studied magic deeply and understood that this trick may seem simple, but the magic principle is extremely complex and the difficulty is immeasurable.

This kid...is he serious? !

Fire Buddha is cautious by nature and instinctively activates his spiritual power to form a fire barrier in front of him.

The ink painting pushed his consciousness to the extreme, compressing the two fireballs, twisting and deforming them, and then clasping his hands together, causing the two fireballs to collide rapidly.

This move made Fire Buddha inexplicably palpitate.

He waved his hands to form a fire shield and held it in front of him, hoping to take Mo Hua's move.

But there were none of the surging spiritual power, violent explosions, and weird spells that he expected.

The two fireballs drawn in ink did not collide with each other, but each deviated from the trajectory, flew forward, and exploded on the ground, splashing gravel and dust.

Fire Buddha and others were stunned for a moment.

They couldn't tell what was going on.

After a few breaths, the smoke and dust dissipated, and they came back to their senses and found the ink painting...

Gone again.

Fire Buddha's face looked extremely ugly now.

Got fooled!

What kind of powerful fireball technique?

This is all fucking bullshit!

I have been in Qianzhou for so many years, committed so many crimes, and killed so many people, but no one has ever dared to tease me like this!

A child with a yellow mouth and a young baby is so bold!

Fire Buddha's eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent, and he said coldly:

"You want to run away, but I want to see how you run away?"

The four people, shaped like the wind, chased Mo Hua fiercely until they reached a mountain forest. When they looked around, they saw the trees swaying and there was no trace of Mo Hua at all.