Asking about longevity

"River Temple..."

Mo Hua looked at the bloody temple in the distance, his eyes slightly condensed.

After the ground killing formation was cleared, the subsequent demons continued to attack one after another. Mo Hua set up some more Genshan trapping formations to block them for a moment, covering everyone away from the dojo and resting temporarily in an empty courtyard.

If you stay away from the dojo, you will also stay away from the demon blood refining formation.

Those deformed demons were nourished by the blood refining formation and could not stray too far from the formation, so they no longer pursued them.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened and he looked at one of the Gu family monks. He saw that his face was pale and his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that his consciousness was exhausted.

Just now, the Gu family monk was approached by a demon and his spiritual consciousness was sucked away.

Although the demon was quickly repelled by Mo Hua, part of his consciousness was still absorbed.

What kind of "person" is this person who helps the tyrants do evil and preaches for evil gods?

Can it still be... counted as a "person"?

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at the ink painting.

To be taught by such an old gentleman in person, this young Master Mo must have an extraordinary status.

Is there such a monster in the world?

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

And in the second-level state boundary, such a number of monsters is also terrifying.

Mo Hua looked solemn, and then sighed softly.

When everyone heard this, they were shocked in their hearts, but their expressions were a little confused, "Demon? Can you absorb spiritual consciousness?"

Everyone looked at Mo Hua with even more respect.

However, this was the first time I encountered such a strange thing, so it was not easy to accept it for a while.

It is simply impossible for people like us to destroy them all.

Gu An's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked in a low voice: "Little Master Mo, how do you know that...these demons can absorb spiritual consciousness?"

Mo Hua sighed again, patted the Gu family monk and said, "Please take a rest while meditating. Your consciousness has been lost."

That is the evil god, the real handiwork?

Is this how the evil god's real "preaching" turns out to be? It's so bloody, evil, and inhumane...

Without the means of spiritual defense, even if it is a golden elixir, if caught off guard, the spiritual consciousness may be sucked dry, and then the demon will "gnaw" him to death.

Even most people, if they don't know the characteristics of demons sucking spiritual consciousness, they may die without knowing how they died.

Although these demons may not be too strong in terms of frontal combat, they can absorb spiritual consciousness, which is very tricky...

Mr. Xun...

Mo Hua frowned.

If it were released, it could almost massacre an entire city.

Although they didn't know who Mr. Xun was, teaching in Taixu Sect and being called "Mr. Xun" meant he must be highly virtuous, knowledgeable and respected.

"A demon made of flesh and blood can absorb the spiritual consciousness of monks..."

Either he is extremely talented, or he has an extraordinary background, or he is both.

This deformed monster is like a zombie, hard to kill and inexhaustible.

Mo Hua thought for a while and told them the truth:

"Those demons will suck people's consciousness."

Mo Hua's eyes are deep and his expression is cold.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, once you fall into a group of demons and are closely entangled by demons who are not afraid of death, and absorb your spiritual consciousness, your spiritual consciousness will soon be exhausted and you will lose consciousness, unable to resist, and become the victim of demons. Bait.

Ordinary foundation-building monks are no match for them.

Is this the ‘preaching ground’ of the evil god...

Most monks who do not cultivate spiritual consciousness really know nothing about the way of spiritual consciousness.

In the vast world of cultivation, there are all kinds of wonders.

Now it seems that there are many dangers in this fishing village.

The young master with such a noble status actually took action personally and went into danger together with them, the Dao Tingsi executive officers. His courage, strategy, and character were comparable to those of the Changhuai master.

Knowing some strange things about demons and monsters, it is only natural to warn your disciples.

No, it's even better than the young master Changhuai.

The Gu family monk was startled, but did not force it, but said in confusion:

"I don't know what's going on, but my head suddenly hurts badly..."

Mo Hua thought for a while and then brought out Mr. Xun, the "Taiwan Jinyou":

"I was at Taixu Sect, learning formations from Mr. Xun. Mr. Xun told me these."

Everyone was startled for a moment, and then their expressions suddenly dawned on them.

Although Gu An and Gu Quan didn't quite believe it, they also knew that Mo Hua would never lie to them about this kind of thing.

They looked at the ink painting again.

Fortunately, these monsters cannot stay too far away from the blood refining formation, otherwise the consequences will be really disastrous...

The undercurrent in Qianzhou is a bit too turbulent...

Mo Hua looked at the dojo in the distance again, where the deformed demons and heads were shaking, and he thought deeply in his heart.

After all, Young Master Changhuai had graduated from the sect and had reached the late stages of foundation building before he really started to fight on the front lines in person.

Young Master Mo is only in the early stage of foundation building, and it seems that he has not been afraid of danger and can command well in such a dangerous place not long after entering the sect.

No wonder Young Master Changhuai would give such an important secret order of the Gu family to such a young Young Master.

The status of ink painting in the hearts of these Gu family monks has been raised to a higher level.

After that, everyone continued to rest where they were.

The Gu family monk who had his consciousness sucked was meditating on the ground to rest. He didn't know how to meditate, so his consciousness recovered slowly, but it was still better than nothing.

Ink painting has no other choice.

He himself has strong consciousness and recovers quickly, but he can't help others.

The other Gu family monks also took pills and were meditating to heal their injuries.

In the battle with the demon just now, everyone was more or less injured.

The demon's sharp claws have the aura of the demon, as well as a "toxicity" similar to corpse poison that has been soaked in the smelly blood water for many years.

Although it is not as evil as corpse poison, the poison must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Mo Hua sat aside, holding his chin, thinking intently.

Suddenly, Yu Dahe's expression changed drastically, and his emotions also fluctuated strongly.

Mo Hua noticed something and turned around to see the two children, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi. Their faces were gradually turning pale, their lips were getting dry, and their blood flow was getting slower and slower.

Yu Dahe's eyes were red and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Hua's heart tightened, knowing that time was running out.

Either the River God has started to eat the "sacrifice", or the souls of these two children have been out of the body for too long, and their flesh and blood have begun to deteriorate...

Yu Dahe looked at the ink painting humbly.

He wanted to ask Mo Hua to save his child.

But just now I went to the dojo, saw the densely packed demons, and knew that those terrifying demons could also suck spiritual consciousness, so I couldn't open my mouth.

We had no friendship with each other, so how could he have the dignity to plead with others to risk their own lives to save their children?

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

These two children must be saved if possible.

And he must go to the River Temple.

If you don’t go this time, you may not have the chance next time.

The river temple is just behind the ashram.

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

Since the demons in the dojo were inexhaustible, they could only find a way to break out of the encirclement and rush through.

If you rush over...

Gu An and Gu Quan, who have profound cultivation skills, opened the way in front, others covered it, and they used formations to respond...

As long as they break out and enter the River Temple, these demons should not dare to chase them in.

The only problem is how to prevent spiritual consciousness from being absorbed by demons...

"It's a spiritual weapon to calm the mind. I wonder if it's useful."

"Even if it works, I only have three of these spiritual weapons, so I can't protect everyone..."

"Protect your consciousness..."

Mo Hua thought, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through him:

"Shinto formation..."

Judging from my understanding of Shinto formations so far, this formation that focuses on the power of divine thoughts can restrain or seal the gods to a certain extent.

Since the power of gods can be "sealed", does that mean that the spiritual consciousness of monks can also be "sealed"?

Use Shinto formations to seal the monks’ sea of ​​consciousness?

If the spiritual consciousness is sealed inside, then naturally, it will not be sucked by demons?

It's like adding a lid to a teapot.

It's like you can't drink the water from the pot through the lid.

Mo Hua felt that his speculation seemed reasonable...

But give it a try.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then drew the superficial Shinto formation patterns he had just learned on a palm-sized piece of formation paper.

Then he took out the black cloth, wrapped the formation paper, and tied it to the forehead of a man in black.

"I will throw him out later and let the demon 'gnaw' him. I will try the formation..." Mo Hua wrote lightly.

The man in black's hands and feet were chained, and his mouth was sealed. He only looked at the ink painting with horrified eyes, as if he were looking at a little devil in hell.

Gu An nodded.

Although he didn't know what formation Mo Hua wanted to try, he didn't ask because he wouldn't understand it even if he asked.

Gu An picked up the man in black and walked straight towards the dojo regardless of his struggle.

Mo Hua also followed.

There are a large number of demons gathering in the center of the dojo, but only a few are wandering around.

After a brief glance at the ink painting, I saw two demons in a corner not far away, their heads tilted, their hands and feet bent, crawling in a deformed manner.

"There." Mo Hua pointed.

Gu An nodded, followed Mo Hua's order, and threw the man in black with his backhand.

The man in black's face was as white as paper, but he was shackled and unable to struggle. He could only watch helplessly as he got closer and closer to the two terrifying monsters.

With a final "pop" sound, the man in black landed within a foot of the two monsters.

Bait comes from the sky.

The eyes of the two demons turned red, and they immediately used their hands and feet to rush towards the man in black.

One demon gnawed on the leg of the man in black, and the other demon climbed onto the face of the man in black, pointed at his forehead, and began to suck.

The black cloth on the forehead of the man in black shimmered slightly.

The movement of the Shinto formations firmly sealed his consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter how hard the monster tried, it couldn't suck out any consciousness.

Just when the demon lost its patience and opened its mouth, trying to swallow the head of the man in black, Mo Hua said:

"alright."

This person is a sacrifice and cannot die yet.

Gu An obeyed the order, rushed towards the two monsters in a flash, kicked one away, turned around and slashed with a knife, and cut off the head of the other monster, then picked up the collar of the man in black, Rescued him again.

When the demons in the distance heard the noise, they also crawled towards this side.

Mo Hua threw the array disk in the distance and threw out two array flags, detonating the array and blocking the demon in the distance.

These formation media were all refined by Master Gu for ink painting.

Mo Hua drew some formations casually, saving them for emergencies.

Using the formation's cover, the two got rid of the demon and returned to the courtyard.

"The formation is useful." Mo Hua said concisely and concisely, "I will draw one for each of you later. You can stick it on your forehead and wrap it with black cloth to prevent the demon from sucking the spiritual consciousness..."

"Then I set up a formation to attract the demon's attention."

"The others took the opportunity to rush over. As long as they cross the dojo and enter the river temple, they will be safe for the time being."

"Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi have a glimmer of hope."

"yes!"

The Gu family monk couldn't help but said in a deep voice.

Yu Dahe was shocked in his heart, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, knelt on the ground with his tall body, and kowtowed heavily to the monks present.

…

There are too many monsters in the dojo. If you want to get through, you must try to reduce the number of monsters surrounding you.

Mo Hua took out several tiger cubs, and each cub was smeared with a little human blood - the blood of the man in black. An array flag was inserted, and a fireworks array was painted on the array flag.

A highly lethal formation is difficult to deploy and very time-consuming.

Since it is used to lure enemies, the fireworks array can also be used.

Regardless of the power, the appropriate formation is the strongest formation.

Mo Hua activated the fireworks array and controlled the little tiger to run in all directions.

Several little tigers ran around with shiny flags.

The formation flags kept bursting out colorful fireworks all around, which looked very gorgeous in the gloomy fishing village, but also very dazzling.

All the demons were stunned.

Gorgeous fireworks illuminated their ugly faces.

The painting style of this scene seems very inconsistent.

But the blood of the people on the formation flag and the spiritual energy fluctuations of the formation still attracted them, and they started to chase them instinctively.

Many demons chased the little tiger, and the dojo was instantly in chaos.

Mo Hua pointed his hand forward, "Charge!"

So Gu An and Gu Quan cleared the way, Yu Dahe carried his two sons on his back, and other Gu family monks covered them. The two men in black were tied with ropes and dragged at the end to attract the attention of the chasing monsters.

The group of people sprinted towards the opposite side with all their strength.

Soon some demons noticed Mo Hua and the others, roared, got down on all fours, or ran on two feet, charging towards Mo Hua and the others.

Everyone looked stern, knowing that a fight to the death was coming.

Gu An shouted in a deep voice: "Don't fall behind!" Then he immediately joined forces with the Gu Quan brothers.

One person holds the sword in his left hand, and the other holds the sword in his right hand. The sword movements are coordinated with the left and right, and the sword light merges into one, surging like a rushing wave, cutting off the approaching demons one by one.

Brothers Gu An and Gu Quan have the same spiritual roots and practice the same techniques.

The sword technique is a set of combined attack techniques passed down from the ancestors of the Gu family, called the Twin Chain Sword Techniques.

This set of sword techniques is only moderately powerful when used by a single person, but if two brothers practice it together, the power will be even greater, comparable to the superior Taoist techniques.

And because it is a two-person attack, the spiritual power consumption will be much less.

The two of them, Gu An, opened the way with a series of sword lights, and were instantly invincible.

Others took cover on both sides to resist the demons coming.

Yu Dahe listened to Mo Hua's instructions and just carried the two children on his back, running at full speed. Even if a demon jumped in front of him and scratched his arm with its claws, he only looked forward, his eyes firm, without any retreat.

At the end of the team were two men in black being dragged along.

Demons have climbed onto their bodies, sucking at their faces, but their foreheads have also been tied with a Shinto formation with ink paintings.

The demon can't suck it at all.

And these demons who want to absorb spiritual consciousness have also become living targets of ink painting spells.

Draw a fireball with ink and blow it up.

As for the two men in black, they were so frightened that they fainted when the ferocious demon fiercely sucked them into their faces.

In this way, a group of people rushed forward among the dense group of monsters in the huge dojo, breaking through the wind and waves.

The sky is filled with sword light and spells are flying.

Occasionally, Daotingsi's standard talismans explode one after another.

Because he kept running at high speed, Mo Hua had no time to set up the formation, so he could only respond with fast spells.

Golden Blade Technique, Water Prison Technique, Fireball Technique, Quicksand Technique, Wood Binding Technique...

All kinds of Five Elements spells are constantly flowing.

Either attack, trap, or defend, to restrict a group of monsters.

There are also demons approaching, wanting to absorb the spiritual consciousness.

But because everyone's foreheads were sealed with ink paintings and formations, the demon's most difficult method was not a concern.

In this way, everyone kept charging forward endlessly.

Gu An and Gu Quan were able to kill without mercy.

Mo Hua frequently cast low-end spells, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Others are gritting their teeth and persisting.

After an unknown amount of time, the vision suddenly opened up, and everyone saw the end of the dojo and the Heshen Temple with its golden eaves and golden roof not far away.

The speed of the chasing demon is getting slower and slower.

It seems to be close to the edge of the blood refining formation, so the demon activities are gradually restricted.

Everyone's spirits were lifted.

The Heshen Temple is right in front of us and we are about to rush out.

But after a long and hard fight, towards the end, it becomes easier to relax.

Several Gu family monks breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as they breathed a sigh of relief, their tense mentality instantly became unbalanced, and all the fatigue came back.

Lack of blood and sluggish spiritual power, the two Gu family monks couldn't muster the strength and fell to the ground.

Mo Hua's heart sank.

Seeing several demons chasing after him, Mo Hua immediately shouted: "Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan!".

Gu An and Gu Quan immediately stopped in front, jumped back, and carried the two Gu family monks on their backs.

Mo Hua said without any doubt: "You run first!"

Gu An and Gu Quan were worried about Mo Hua and hesitated for a moment, but subconsciously obeyed Mo Hua's order and ran forward with two comrades on his back.

The ink painting was left at the end, and with a wave of his hand, several ink bottles were crushed in an instant, and the spiritual ink splashed around.

Then his pupils turned black instantly.

In a desperate situation, he used all his strength to push the secrets and calculations of heaven and earth to the extreme, and his spiritual consciousness flowed to the extreme.

not enough!

Be faster!

The strange shadow in Mo Hua's eyes suddenly trembled and turned into two, and then the load on his consciousness rapidly increased, approaching the limit.

But the monsters are charging at me, but my consciousness is still not fast enough...

"Hurry up..."

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and tried his best to generate the formation.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in Mo Hua's eyes.

The marrow of the spirit transforms into the consciousness, solidifies the sea of ​​consciousness, and bears the burden of calculations.

Mo Hua's consciousness suddenly trembled, and after twisting, it reached another point above the limit, and directly transformed into three strange shadows.

One original thought, three mysterious shadows, four points of spiritual consciousness, control the spiritual ink.

The spirit ink was controlled by divine consciousness, separated into four hairsprings, and moved forward hand in hand. At an unprecedented speed, it instantly condensed into a second-grade and sixteen-line ground killing array!

Just at this moment, several monsters rushed in front of Mo Hua.

The ugly fish face, ferocious fangs, and cold pupils are clearly visible...

They opened their mouths to the ink paintings.

The ink painting was expressionless and he said softly:

"burst!"

The ground killing formation was pulled by divine consciousness and exploded instantly.

The earth shook, and the torrent of spiritual energy swallowed up and strangled these fish monsters in an instant, grinding them into dust.

Using the ground killing formation to kill these monsters, the shadows in Mo Hua's eyes faded away, and he turned around and walked away. However, after taking a few steps, his spiritual power suddenly stagnated and his steps stopped.

Mo Hua's consciousness also began to throb violently.

It was as if in just a moment, his spiritual consciousness had been exhausted by the three-fold differentiation and formation formation.

Mo Hua's feet softened and he was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Gu Quan, who had returned after rescuing the man, caught the ink painting.

Then Gu An also came back to cover up the attack, and with a flash of sharp sword, he repeled several other demons.

The two of them protected the ink painting, fought and retreated, and finally left the range of the blood refining formation and the dojo where the demons danced wildly.

The chasing demons lingered on the edge of the dojo, roaring at Mo Hua and others, but they did not dare to go out of bounds.