Asking about longevity

Chapter 692: Sword Marks (Thank you to the leader who showed his teeth without grinning and rewarded~)

The moment he set foot on the ground, Mo Hua's consciousness felt a twinge of pain.

A bright red appeared before his eyes.

There were ferocious laughter, painful cries, and desperate wails in my ears.

As if the cause and effect were reversed and time went back, the tragic scenes that happened in this fishing village hundreds of years ago reappeared in front of Mo Hua's eyes like a fleeting glimpse.

This fishing village was completely bloodbathed...

Suddenly, Mo Hua saw a glimmer of the truth.

In the blood mist, pitiful wails could be heard one after another. All the fishing cultivators were slaughtered, and the blood flowed into the earth, soaking the soil. It also followed the water and soil, polluting the surrounding fishing village...

A pale golden god.

This god...

The ink painting consumed his consciousness, trying to see the face of this god clearly, but at this moment, blood mist surged, covering everything.

The god's eyes also turned bright red, showing murderous intent towards the ink paintings that dared to peek into the cause and effect.

Mo Hua broke into a cold sweat and suddenly opened his eyes.

The surroundings were dark and gloomy.

The smell of fish and old rancidity floated in the air, and the soil on the soles of the feet was crimson.

It seems that blood and earth are integrated into one, but it has been dry and silent for many years.

Other than that, the surroundings are very quiet, the blood mist is not thick, and there are no floating blood leeches. It seems safer than outside the village.

"Little Master Mo, are you okay?" Gu An asked worriedly.

Mo Hua suddenly turned pale and fainted, as if he had seen something terrible, and his expression was ugly.

"It's okay." Mo Hua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "The atmosphere is too depressing. I have a temporary nightmare to calm my mood."

Gu An and the other three: "..."

Mo Hua recalled the scenes that had just emerged in his mind one by one, and he had a rough guess in his mind.

The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village were all silenced after being contaminated by the evil god.

The monk who destroyed the village only had a dark and ferocious figure, his face could not be seen clearly, and his identity could not be identified.

The small fishing village originally had a god.

This god has a pale golden light on his body. He is obviously of high rank, but has been contaminated by the evil god.

As for the outcome...

Mo Hua glanced at the current bloody fishing village and couldn't help but sigh.

Believers were slaughtered and fishing villages polluted.

The results of this god must be self-evident.

It is no longer an evil god, but also an evil god.

only……

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

What happened to this fishing village seemed so familiar to him, as if he had seen similar scenes somewhere before.

Mo Hua concentrated on his thoughts, his pupils narrowed.

Thank you!

The Xie family, who was exterminated by the Fire Buddha, was also massacred and died miserably. Moreover, as soon as he stepped into the door of the Xie family, evil signs of karma appeared.

Mo Hua recalled the Xie family's affairs again.

Although the Fire Buddha died, the Bishan Demon Cave was annihilated, and the Demon Palace inside was destroyed, Mo Hua always felt that there were still deep causes and effects that had not been solved.

Is there any connection between the Xie family and the small fishing village?

Mo Hua raised his head and glanced at the deepest part of the fishing village with an intriguing look.

But the top priority is to save people.

We cannot let two innocent children become sacrifices to the evil god.

"I will become invisible first and go in to check the situation. You guys find a place to hide. If you hear any movement, run over and save me. If there is no movement, just wait where you are and don't let anyone find you."

Mo Hua warned.

Gu An and Gu Quan were a little worried, but they still nodded obediently.

Yu Dahe was worried about his son and was anxious, but at this time he had to suppress his impatience and wait patiently.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Although Gu An and Gu Quan brought water hidden jade, the concealment effect of this kind of spiritual weapon was limited, and the two of them did not have enough concealment experience.

This "professional work" of stealth eavesdropping has to be done by oneself.

Just as Mo Hua was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, so he took out three spiritual weapons that could calm the mind and calm the mind, and handed them to Gu An and the others.

"This is a spiritual weapon to soothe the gods. Each of you can take one with you."

Gu An is also familiar with these three spiritual weapons. It was Master Changhuai who ordered the two of them to take them out from the Gu family's warehouse and give them to Young Master Mo.

Gu An was a little confused, "Young Master, what is the purpose of this soothing spiritual weapon? It should not only be used to calm the mind and calm the mind..."

"It's used to protect the sea of ​​consciousness."

"Protect the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "It's a bit complicated to explain. Anyway, you can just carry it with you. It's for life-saving purposes, so it's very important."

"Okay!" Seeing Mo Hua's solemn words, Gu An also accepted it solemnly, but then looked at Mo Hua with some worry, "The spiritual weapons have been given to us, where are you, young master?"

"I don't have to." Mo Hua said confidently.

These spiritual weapons are actually of little use to me.

Your own divine consciousness itself is an excellent god-protecting weapon!

Gu An and Gu Quan didn't quite understand, but looking at the Mo paintings, they still felt that Young Master Mo was so awesome...

After that, Gu An and the other two people waited in place.

Mo Hua hid himself and began to explore the fishing village in a familiar way.

This fishing village is completely deserted, with collapsed stone walls, withered thatch, and some signs of dilapidation left behind when the village was destroyed.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and saw a large fishing house not far away. There were a few lights in the house and a few figures were looming.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, then tiptoed forward.

But before he got close to the fish house, Mo Hua suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of his eye, and his expression was startled.

"This is……"

Mo Hua turned around, walked closer and took a closer look, and found a stone pillar on the roadside. Half of it had been cut off, leaving obvious sword marks.

"Sword marks?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but think:

"Could this be something that the senior sword cultivator left behind when he entered the fishing village and fought with people or evil spirits?"

Mo Hua touched the cross section of the stone pillar with his hand.

The cross section is smooth, and the sword energy is obviously extremely sharp.

However, over the years, the sword energy has long dissipated, and the cross section has been covered with a layer of sticky dirt.

Mo Hua wanted to try to observe this sword mark and understand some usage of sword energy.

But his rudimentary swordsmanship skills were simply not enough to support him in such a difficult mastery of swordsmanship.

If the sword energy is not good, what about the sword intention?

The ink painting releases spiritual consciousness and senses the sword's intention.

On the cross section, an extremely subtle sword gleam emerged, which persisted for hundreds of years. Mo Hua was shocked.

But these sword lights are still too weak to comprehend anything.

The pupils of the ink painting are deep, and the texture of the heavenly secret emerges in the eyes. The heavenly secret is used to calculate and increase the divine secret. When you look at it carefully, you can see that the Qi machine on the cross section is sharp and sharp.

A very sharp, light blue cold light showed its edge.

Mo Hua's eyes stung slightly, and he felt a strong pressure in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if a master of swordsmanship was pointing an extremely sharp sword between his eyebrows.

Then everything passed in an instant.

On the cross section, the slight sword glow completely dissipated.

In the heavenly calculations, the sword theory of cause and effect has disappeared.

The ink painting was stunned for a moment, as if lost.

"This is...spiritual thought transformed into a sword..."

The extremely pure killing intent, the sharp and peak sword intent, and the stunning sword energy transformed by divine thoughts in a sudden glance shocked Mo Hua's heart and he could not calm down for a long time.

Mo Hua was lost in thought for a moment, and then his eyes became bright and shining.

"This is...spiritual thought transformed into a sword..."

"And it's very possible that it's from the Taixu Sect, and Taixu's spiritual thoughts turn into swords and true techniques..."

I finally saw with my own eyes and experienced it with my own eyes, the real sword of divine thought transformed by divine consciousness!

Mo Hua touched the broken stone pillar again.

Unfortunately, there is nothing left on the stone pillar.

But that's okay.

Where there is one there are two.

When that senior sword cultivator entered a fishing village that was contaminated by evil gods and full of dangers, it was impossible for him to use his sword only once.

There must be other traces of "spiritual thoughts turned into swords" in this fishing village.

As long as he observes them one by one, even if he can't learn how to turn his spiritual consciousness into a sword, it should not be a problem if he has a rough understanding of how to use his spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua is full of expectations.

I just don’t know where there are sword marks left in this fishing village...

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, then suddenly started to realize that there was still something serious to do.

"Save people first, saving people is more important..."

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

We’ll talk about the “sword marks” later.

Then he concealed his figure and continued walking towards the big fishing house in front.

There are no formations around the fishing house, and there are no other means of protection.

It is estimated that the monks staying in the fishing village did not think that outsiders could come here, so they did not set up additional defenses.

This also makes ink painting convenient.

The door of the fishing house was closed, and there was a faint sound of voices inside.

Mo Hua used his hands and feet to climb up to the roof of the fishing house lightly, and looked into the house through the gaps between the thatches.

Although the fishing house is large, the furnishings are shabby, and the lamps in the house are dimly lit.

There were several monks inside, drinking wine around the table.

Most of these monks were dressed in black, with the exception of one person, who had a beard and dark, muscular body. He was the Dragon Crossing the River.

The wine is strong and has a strong flavor. There are also several plates of fried food and some dried fish on the table to accompany the wine.

Several people were eating and drinking, chatting and complaining at the same time.

Mo Hua listened carefully, and all he heard were words like "bird weather", "gloomy place", "dead people", "bad luck" and the like.

In addition, there is actually... "Gu Changhuai"?

"That bastard Gu Changhuai..."

"I don't know why I went crazy. I have been staring at me for several months and my ghost is still there..."

"Kill him sooner or later!"

"You're so bragging, you're just building a foundation, you've eaten the heart of a bear and you're a leopard, and you still want to kill Jin Dan?"

"You know nothing! Don't bully a young man into being poor! Sooner or later I will also be able to form elixirs, refine mercury and enter Taoism, cultivate high-grade golden elixirs, learn the sword techniques of the Zhen sect, and compete with that man named Gu."

"...I will humiliate him in every possible way, and then kill him!"

"Okay, stop dreaming..."

"It's strange to say that Gu is a third-level Diansi, and he usually arrested criminal cultivators in the Golden Core Realm before. Why did he suddenly fall ill this year and start targeting foundation builders?"

A man in black said in a deep voice, "Did he...know something?"

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

A man in black at the front seat had sharp eyes, took a sip of wine, and whispered:

"According to Sir, there is someone behind the scenes who secretly instigated Gu Changhuai to go against us."

"who?"

Someone said impatiently: "Damn it, you idiot, you already said you are an expert, how can we know?"

"Who is a true master who doesn't hide himself deeply?"

"What the hell..."

"Okay!" The first man in black said coldly, "We are all descendants of aristocratic families, please be careful with your words and deeds."

"yes, Sir……"

Others whispered.

Everyone drank in silence. After a while, someone started to talk to each other again. A few of them started chatting with each other.

It's just that the words are frivolous, mostly pornographic jokes.

Most of them are talking about which family has a beautiful girl, which sect has a good figure, or which girl with spiritual roots is moist and interesting...

Mo Hua listened for a while and frowned.

Can these people be successful?

I don’t want to hear this. Why don’t you guys get together and talk about something serious?

But they didn't go along with Mo Hua's wishes and were still "talking and talking".

After a while, someone suddenly asked Jiang Long, "Li Yu, why the hell are you still drinking without saying a word?"

The Dragon Crossing the River was a little distracted and frowned:

"I always feel that something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

Dragon Crossing the River's eyes narrowed slightly, "I always feel like someone is staring at me..."

The ink painting on the roof felt a shiver in his heart, and quickly withdrew his gaze, lying down obediently, but the water step had already begun, and he was ready to run away if he disagreed with her.

Crossing the River Dragon below said again: "To be honest, when I was in Taoist Prison, I felt like I was being watched. After I faked my death and escaped into the Yanshui River, I was fine at first and felt free."

"But after a while, for some reason, something seemed to be targeting me again."

"It's not like staring all the time. I stare for a while and then rest for a while. There will be a period of time in between, about ten days or so. I don't know why..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, because I have to go back to class...

The dragon crossing the river looked a little confused, "But this is impossible. I won't say anything on the shore, but in the water, relying on Bailang Jue and Bailang Shenfa, I can integrate with the Yanshui River. After so many years, I can't say anything at all. No one can keep an eye on me..."

"So this matter is very strange..."

The man in black in the first seat lowered his gaze, "Have you checked?"

"I checked." Guojianglong nodded, "I used all the methods I could, but I couldn't find any traces..."

"That's it."

"You must be worrying too much."

"But," Crossing the River Dragon hesitated, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, "Just now, I had a vague feeling of being spied on..."

Everyone present was horrified when they heard this, and then they cursed:

"You coward!"

"Suspicious..."

"Don't miss once, fall into the hands of a few fledgling sect disciples, and become a frightened bird, fearful..."

"It's still possible that you are being stared at outside, but how is it possible that someone can actually find you here?"

"If someone really comes in..." The man in black in the first seat said solemnly.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

The man in black in the first seat glanced around and then said: "...Then there must be a traitor among us."

Everyone looked suffocated.

The man in black at the head said coldly: "Someone leaked the formation pattern at the wellhead, the method of feeding the fish demon, and the Shinto path into the village..."

The monks present all looked nervous.

"Brother, you know me..."

"Brother, I always do my best in everything I do..."

"Brother..."

The man in black in the first seat waved his hand and said:

"I understand that you are all loyal, so it is impossible for the secrets of the fishing village to be leaked."

"And in the border area of ​​the second-level state, if you don't know the formation pattern at the wellhead, don't know what to feed the monsters, and don't know the way into the village, it's impossible for someone to enter the fishing village without knowing it."

The man in black in the first seat looked at the compliment and said, "So you don't have to worry too much."

Hearing this, Dragon Crossing the River breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sorry smile:

"What eldest brother said is that we are all brothers and we are allied by blood. Who dares to leak these secrets?"

The man in black in the first seat nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"Relax, just follow the master's instructions. The master will not treat you badly, and he will definitely keep you safe."

The dragon crossing the river looked respectful, "Yes."

The ink painting on the roof frowned when he heard this.

Young Master again?

Who is this young master?

That Mr. Jin?

Probably not...

While Mo Hua was thinking, he heard someone asking from below:

"Brother, how long do we have to stay in this village?"

"Yes, it's gloomy and weird. This is really not a place for living people."

The first man in black said calmly: "Come on, wait for the river god to finish the offerings, and we will use them to refine the elixir. After refining the elixir, you can go out..."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.

The river god finished the offerings?

Use it to make elixirs?

This offering, and the ones used to make elixirs...couldn't they be Lao Yutou's two little grandsons.

"When the River God finishes the offerings...meaning, the River God is already 'eating'?"

The ink painting looked solemn.

"time is limited……"

The situation was more urgent than he expected.

Mo Hua quietly left the big fishing house, looked around, then chose a direction and walked along the roof towards the back of the fishing village.

After the big fishing house, there is a sealed fishing house.

Mo Hua came to the roof, found a gap, squinted and looked down. As soon as he saw the scene in the room clearly, Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

This is an alchemy room.

Inside the alchemy room, there are dissected and dissected skeletons of monks everywhere.

In the middle of the alchemy room, there is a bone alchemy furnace. There is a dark green fire burning in the furnace, which looks a bit eerie.

There are also several herbs placed in front of the stove.

These herbs are intertwined with purple, green and red, look strange, and are still slowly moving.

In front of the Bone Pill Furnace, there is also a monk who is refining the pill.

This person has disheveled hair, is wearing an alchemy robe, has blood tattoos on his face, and has an evil and crazy aura. From this look, he is an evil alchemist.