MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 607 explosion

Chapter 607 Explosion

 The night was dark and the side room was dead silent.

In the empty room, Yu'er was still curled up and trembling, her little face was full of fear and pale.

The surrounding ghosts are gloomy, demons are dancing around, the black water is turbid, and it is dotted with scarlet. It is like purgatory, but ordinary monks cannot see it at all.

Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yu'er with a calm expression, looking directly at the group of monsters.

 His eyes were full of scorn, as if provocative.

The demon is angry, with deformed demon heads and ghost faces, all looking hungry and drooling, staring at the ink painting, but they seem to dare not act rashly.

 They seem to be praying for permission from something.

 Suddenly a strange voice sounded.

 It is gloomy and cold, but also seems to contain supreme majesty.

This group of demons are evil and look in awe, but their expressions cannot conceal their excitement.

 As if someone told them, "It's time to eat..."

This group of demons immediately roared ferociously, turned into **** of dirty wind, and rushed toward the sea of ​​consciousness drawn by the ink.

The ink painting stood "dumbly", letting the demon turn into black water-like shadows and penetrate into the sea of ​​​​his consciousness.

The demon entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the ink painting, and the gloomy atmosphere in the room gradually disappeared.

The fear on Yu'er's face gradually disappeared, and her little hands and feet stopped struggling and gradually settled down.

But the face painted in ink was covered with a layer of gloom, his eyes were blank, and his hall was dark.

In just a moment, Mo Hua fell to the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua’s spiritual thoughts were incarnated and opened their eyes at the same time.

 The sight is gloomy, the turbid and rotten black water spreads, polluting most of the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the black water, there were dozens of ugly and deformed monsters that were neither humans nor monsters, clustered together densely.

Their pupils are huge and glowing blood red, looking at the ink paintings, with sticky saliva flowing from the corners of their ferocious mouths.

 In the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the ink painting, it seems that there is a demon festival and a feast of ghosts.

 The sacrifices of the festival are ink paintings.

 At least in the eyes of these monsters.

Mo Hua, who was originally sitting in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly stood up.

He did not deliberately restrain his breath. After a "qualitative change", a deep and condensed breath, as pure as spirit and as fresh as blood, rippled out.

 All the demons lost their voices in an instant.

They opened their eyes wide, somewhat in disbelief, but in an instant, all the deformed eyes showed fanaticism again, and they screamed desperately.

 They make roars of unknown meaning.

Mo Hua couldn't understand, but with the help of divine calculations, he vaguely "heard" two words from these fanatical and noisy roars:

 “God...fetus.”

Mo Hua’s eyes darkened slightly.

 Divine fetus?

What's the meaning?

"Do these demons regard me as a 'divine fetus'? Or do they want to use me to feed the 'divine fetus'?"

"Is this divine fetus the fetus of divine consciousness, or..."

 “The fetus of the evil god…”

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly.

On the other side, dozens of evil demons looked at the ink paintings and salivated with uncontrollable hunger in their eyes.

But they all restrained their greed and seemed to be waiting for orders.

Suddenly, a strange murmuring sound sounded, whether it was a human or a demon.

Like the whispers of the Nine Nether Purgatory.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was silence for a moment, and then there was even greater restlessness.

Mo Hua knew that these demons seemed to have received permission from a certain existence, and they couldn't wait to start "dining"...

 The fishy wind suddenly became violent.

Several demons, like wild horses running wild, use their hands and hooves together, and have ugly teeth, biting towards the ink painting.

 Leading the horse is a dog-headed man with arms turned upside down and four "hoofs" parallel to each other, like a monster that has been "cut" and pieced together.

In the blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon was close to Mo Hua.

It opened its **** mouth and suddenly bit into the ink painting.

Where the fangs bite, traces of light blue water emerge, and the ink painting body is like passing water, both real and illusory, drifting away.

 The passing water step!

The dog-headed demon's eyes darkened, and he used his hands and feet to twist his head. His fangs were fierce and he bit at Mo Hua again, but during the bite, Mo Hua dodged him again.

The exquisite ink painting of Passing Water Steps has a calm expression, and it is obvious that he does not take this monster seriously.

 The dog-headed demon bared its teeth and roared, continuing to kill.

No matter how fast it is, how fiercely it pounces, or how ferociously it screams, it can't even touch the corner of Mo Hua's clothes.

The dog-headed demon was extremely angry, with a pair of vertical pupils that opened wider and wider, bloodshot and ferocious, and the corners of his eyes were cracked.

The evil spirit on its body was surging, and then it opened its fangs, revealing its **** mouth, and desperately attacked the ink painting to kill him.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm, his footwork changed as he passed by, and he turned around lightly to avoid the bite.

At the same time, Mo Hua leaned sideways to accumulate strength, clenched his five fingers slightly into a small fist, concentrated his mind, and punched out!

The power of the fifteen lines of spiritual thought that is compressed by the eighteen lines and promoted after the qualitative change.

Just this one punch is so powerful!

 He directly blew up the demon’s head!

The head of the dog-headed demon was crushed by the power of divine thoughts attached to Mo Hua's fist, and was directly destroyed. It exploded into a puddle of black water and splashed several feet away.

 All demons, with their pupils shrunken, are all afraid.

 The ink painting shows a smile.

 Sure enough!

 The quality of spiritual consciousness has changed, becoming as condensed as mercury and extremely tough.

　　means…

His "flesh" in the sense of spiritual thoughts is very powerful.

 In reality, he was born weak and weak in blood.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, his "physical body" of spiritual thoughts is indestructible and powerful. He can even get up close and fight with these ferocious monsters!

These demons were transformed from evil thoughts, but their bodies were soaked in black water like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, so the demonic shadows condensed slightly and had a slight "qualitative change".

This "qualitative change" makes them very different from ordinary evil spirits.

But the spiritual thoughts of the ink painting are compressed by the eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness, and reconstructed by the mysterious sky formation. Even the hair is as condensed as mercury.

These demons themselves are just like "atomized" evil thoughts, stained by some black water.

 But the spiritual thoughts in ink paintings are like castings of mercury.

His "qualitative change" is far superior to these monsters!

 So, the strength of divine thoughts alone is enough to crush these monsters.

 This is the reconstruction of the sea of ​​consciousness of Tianyan Jue, the qualitative change of divine thoughts!

 It is also true, divine knowledge and enlightenment!

 The ink painting looked uplifting, but on second thought it felt a little pity.

This kind of qualitative change in spiritual consciousness is also not very good...

Mo Hua discovered that since his spiritual consciousness was compressed, reconstructed, and qualitatively changed, his spiritual incarnation seemed to "not grow up"...

 He is now fifteen years old. In reality, he has obviously grown up a bit.

 But the appearance in the sea of ​​consciousness is still the same as when the foundation was built. The small arms and legs look very "childish".

 The heart of the Tao is like a pure child, and the mind of the mind remains original.

Although it is a good thing that the spirit remains unchanged and the original intention is adhered to, the ink painting is still a bit dissatisfying.

However, there are always some drawbacks to any exercise.

The incarnation of spiritual consciousness is not shown to others, so it doesn't matter such a small thing.

After the sudden death of the dog-headed demon, the other demons were afraid, but they were also stimulated and aroused their ferocity. After a while, they became even more fearless and rushed towards Mo Hua.

The ink painting has an excited expression, and his eyes are full of fighting spirit.

Even though he was only in the sea of ​​consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of "incomparable physical body".

 The demon is close, killing and biting, and the fishy wind blows out.

The ink painting is surrounded by light blue water shadows. In the fight between monsters, it dodges and moves with ease. Once it seizes the opportunity, it will be punched.

 There is nothing that cannot be solved with one punch.

 If so, then give it two punches.

The more you practice with ink painting, the happier you become, and the more you practice, the more proficient you become, with various methods emerging one after another.

 A horse-faced demon accidentally caught Mo Hua's flaw and punched through the chest.

 A bull-headed demon, Mo Hua used both hands to break off its two horns.

A demon with a wolf body fell from the sky by the ink painting, and its waist was trampled...

There were also people who had their necks broken, their front teeth smashed, their tails torn off, their spines broken by his kicks, and their heads kicked off...

After all, Mo Hua is not a real physical practitioner. He has never learned formal martial arts, so he can only use simple and unpretentious moves to deal with these monsters.

 One move at a time, extremely superficial.

 There is no skill, it is all strength.

Relying on the tyranny of his spiritual consciousness, he was so powerful that bricks flew away. He crushed these evil spirits with punches and kicks.

 The powerful "physical body" of spiritual thoughts, coupled with the exquisiteness of the water-passing step, as well as keen spiritual awareness, clear perception, and control of fighter planes. These demons are no match for Mo Hua whenever they get up close.

The ink painting kills all directions, it is majestic and the demons are trembling.

Suddenly, a vicious water arrow came through the air and hit Mo Hua's shoulder, breaking his robe made of spiritual thoughts.

 The water arrows are soaked in rotten water, as if they contain vicious evil thoughts, which can corrode people's hearts and minds.

 Under Mo Hua's white and tender skin, there was indeed a trace of dark spots and some black blood flowing out.

Mo Hua frowned, a little unhappy.

He had just hit the flesh with his fists, and he was enjoying the fight, but he was a little careless, but he didn't expect to be hurt by the demon's cold arrows and the evil rotten water arrows.

Mo Hua turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw a few snake-headed demons in the distance, with their hands in a spell, their eyes sinister, and they were spitting out letters.

These rotten water arrows are the evil magic they cast.

One of them had narrow pupils and a sinister smile on his face. It was obvious that he had shot the rotten water arrow that had just sneaked into Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was closely surrounded by a group of monsters, which happened to be hiding in the distance and attacked insidiously.

The sneak attack was successful, and the snake-headed demon was so proud that he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

 But just as it was laughing, a fireball came quickly and exploded its snake head instantly.

The snake demon died immediately, its head was blown away, and its body slowly fell down.

 The ugly laughter stopped abruptly.

 Other snake monsters were panicked.

 Ink painting will certainly not let them go.

How dare you make a sneak attack!

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, he clicked his fingers frequently, and used the fireball technique.

The second-level fireball technique, with blazing flames, like lava, struck one after another, drawing out streaks of fire, swiftly and accurately, killing all the monsters in the distance with snake heads, spells, and long letters. All had their heads shot.

 The surrounding demons want to stop the ink painting.

But the ink painting is exquisite, and it is enough to easily avoid the attacks of demons.

 Fireball spell is very fast, and it can be formed into a spell between lightning and flint, and it can be condensed into a fireball.

They can't stop it at all.

If you are not careful, Mo Hua's small fist will seize the flaw and blast through the chest, killing you instantly.

 Some remote monsters want to escape.

Mo Hua will use the Water Prison Technique to trap him first, and then use the Fireball Technique to kill him...

 Being a little angry because of the sneak attack, Mo Hua was no longer polite, and used both fists and kicks, as well as spells.

 One punch and one kick, one water and one fire.

With the blessing of the power of the fifteen-grain transformation spirit, Mo Hua began to "slaughter" this group of ferocious demons.

But as he continued to kill, Mo Hua frowned.

 He felt that he had killed a lot, but the number of demons did not seem to decrease much...

 “Something weird…”

Mo Hua did not stop, but at the same time he also released his consciousness and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression was shocked.

 It’s black water!

This black water is thick and filthy, and can corrode the mind, as if it has given birth to something terrible.

 These monsters and monsters are all hatched from the black water.

Every time you kill a demon, these demons will be swallowed up by the black water again, and then reassembled with human or demon body parts to hatch an even stranger demon.

 If this continues, no matter how strong your spiritual will is, it will be gradually depleted.

And these monsters, relying on black water to regenerate, can be endless.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little dangerous.

On the other side, seeing the countless monsters he had hatched being slaughtered by Mo Hua as if they were "stinky fish and rotten shrimps", there seemed to be a burst of anger in the black water.

 The cold weather is coming, and the fishy wind is blowing.

 The black water trembled, rolled, and beat, as if it was undergoing the pain of "childbirth".

Above the black water, black mist surged out and condensed together, like a huge, evil embryo, pulsating like a heartbeat.

 Ink painting was discovered at the moment when the "embryo" of black water condensed.

His eyes were focused, and he pointed his fingers frequently, using fireball techniques one by one, rolling in fierce fire, and attacking the huge black water embryo.

Heishui trembled, seeming a little afraid.

 There was a rapid and strange roar.

The surrounding demons obeyed the orders and rushed into the fireball like moths to the flame. They used their own bodies to resist the attack of the ink-painting fireball technique, desperately trying to save the embryo.

The demons near Mo Hua also roared and killed towards Mo Hua.

The ink painting was temporarily involved, and I had no time to care about it.

More than a dozen breaths later, the black water trembled, the black mist surged and swelled, and within a breath, a huge demon hatched from it.

It's whole body is immersed in black water, its breath is violent and greedy, it has no arms and legs, and it doesn't even have a body, only a huge head.

Hark and dirty, with windy ears, a thick and long nose, and long fangs.

 This is a "pig-headed devil".

The black turbid water hatched a huge pig-headed demon, which wanted to swallow the ink painting once and for all, and then corrode and digest it with the black water!

As soon as the pig-headed demon was born, he opened his eyes wide, his eyes were blood red, his mouth was drooling, his pupils turned irregularly, and then he focused firmly on Mo Hua.

 The air around him suddenly became oppressive.

The demon on the side also looked frightened, as if he was frightened by the "pig-headed demon".

 At this moment, the murderous intention suddenly became strong.

 The pig-headed demon suddenly opened its **** mouth and swallowed the ink painting directly at an astonishing speed.

The demons along the way were swallowed whole by it even if they were not in a hurry to dodge.

Mo Hua looked calm and hummed softly:

 “Want to eat me?”

He stretched his little hand forward, and golden patterns suddenly appeared on the ground, condensing into golden chains, layered on top of each other, like a prison.

Three lotuses and golden locks formed again, and the golden light condensed in an instant.

The pig-headed demon was restrained by the golden lock formation halfway through its charge, and its forward charge came to an abrupt halt.

The golden chains formed by Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts and formations were deeply cut into its flesh. No matter how it screamed and struggled, it could not break free, let alone get closer to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua instead dodged and rode on top of the pig-headed devil.

He first hugged the pig-headed demon's fangs with both hands, tightened his little face, and pulled it out with all his strength. He pulled out the pig's fangs directly, with the skin and flesh still attached, and withdrew the "bloody" black water. .

 The heart-rending pig cry sounded.

The ink painting was ignored, and after pulling out one root, another one was pulled out.

After pulling out the two sticks, Mo Hua still clenched his small fist and rode on the pig-headed demon's head. He punched the pig-headed demon on the head with one punch after another.

 “Make you want to eat me!”

The pig-headed demon was tied to death by the golden lock formation, and was suppressed by Mo Hua riding on his head. He was unable to move at all.

Other demons, intimidated by the momentum of the ink painting, also showed fear and did not dare to step forward.

Mo Hua became more and more proud, and his fists rained down. With the power of the qualitative transformation of his spiritual consciousness, he blasted the pig-headed demon until his skin and flesh were torn apart, and there was even a faint sound of cracking bones...

I don’t know how long I was beaten, but I heard a loud "bang".

The pig-headed demon was also "exploded" by the ink painting.

 Its demonic body could not be condensed and turned into a thick black mist transformed by spiritual thoughts.

After these black mist dispersed, they regrouped and shrank backwards, wanting to return to the black water and breed the demons again.

 The ink painting refused to give way.

He opened his mouth wide and took a sudden breath.

The black mist that he beat to disperse was involuntarily pulled and pulled, and finally unable to resist, it was all sucked into Mo Hua's mouth and swallowed into his belly.

 This change happens in just a snap of the fingers.

 All the demons stood stunned on the spot, trembling all over and with great fear in their eyes.

 These demons...were eaten by "people"...

Looking at the innocent-looking ink paintings with a hint of childishness, these demons couldn’t tell who was the real “demon”...

 "Swallowed" the ink painting of the pig-headed demon, black spots began to appear on his body, and evil thoughts began to invade his body.

But the ink paintings have been in battle for a long time, and there are many evil thoughts in "eating", so these evil thoughts cannot stain his Taoist heart.

 His spiritual consciousness underwent a qualitative change in reconstruction.

These black water stains cannot damage his consciousness.

In just a few breaths, the evil and turbid air of the black mist was refined away.

 The body of spiritual thoughts painted in ink is also as clear as water and intact as before.

At the same time, the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua has also been further strengthened. On the basis of the fifteen lines, it has taken a step forward, and is only a hair away from the sixteen lines.

 In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is deathly silence.

The once arrogant and ferocious monsters and ghosts now have trembling limbs and twitching eyelids, and they even dare not look at the ink paintings anymore.

 The ink painting was smacked with smack of the lips, a little unfinished.

 “Pork head meat is not very delicious…”

 After saying that, he turned his head again and looked at the other demons...

 (End of this chapter)