Asking about longevity

What will happen?

Mo Hua frowned and looked outside the car.

It's dark outside.

The carriage was driving on the road. Not far away on the left was a small fairy city, and on the right was a barren mountain.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and decided to go down and have a look.

He controlled the carriage to stop, then jumped out of the car, tied the horse nearby, let go of his consciousness, and sensed the unknown aura of cause and effect.

There is a trace of blood...

There is also a hint of murderous intent.

The ink painting concealed itself, following this trace of energy, and walked silently towards the barren mountain on the right.

The land is covered with withered grass and overgrown with thorns.

The rocks are also rugged and a bit painful when stepped on.

After walking for a stick of incense, Mo Hua noticed something unusual, stopped, squatted down, and looked at the ground, his eyes darkening slightly.

There was blood on the ground, it was not dry yet, it seemed like it had just been bleeding a while ago.

The gravel is messy.

It seemed like someone was running past at full speed.

There is a faint smell of blood remaining in the air, as well as a faint breath of spiritual power.

This is……

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

"Is someone being hunted?"

Moreover, the causal qi machine is a little dark and a little familiar.

The ink painting concentrated on calculations, and suddenly he was startled.

In a trance, he saw two men in black chasing a young man in the dark barren mountains at night.

The moonlight was cold and cold, and the knife was stained with cold light.

The boy's body was bleeding...

The image flashed by.

When I looked at the ink painting again, all the light and shadow were broken and completely dissipated.

juvenile……

Mo Hua showed a thoughtful look, then remained hidden and continued to chase.

Following the traces of blood and breath, he chased for several more miles. After walking out of the narrow mountain road, the terrain suddenly opened up.

But the smell of blood in the air also became stronger.

The remaining spiritual energy is also more obvious.

There was clearly a fierce fight taking place.

Mo Hua's heart froze, and he glanced with his consciousness, and saw a large pool of blood on the hillside not far ahead. The rocks on the ground were shattered, and some soil collapsed.

There are also traces of cutting by spiritual weapons and burning by spells all around.

If Mo Hua's prediction was true, the young man who was running for his life was caught up by the man in black on this wide hillside.

After that, the two sides fought and fought, but the young man was defeated and was captured by the monk in black.

Probably not dead yet...

Or at least not dead yet.

Otherwise, what remains at the scene will not be blood stains, but corpses, at least the remains of flesh and blood...

"Caught, but not killed yet..."

"It should be nearby..."

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, his pupils were deep, and his consciousness was brought to the extreme. After a moment, his eyes lit up.

There is a hidden cave nearby.

There are several vague smells in the cave.

The ink painting used the Little Five Elements Concealment Technique to blend into the atmosphere of the surrounding earth, wood, mountains and rocks. His footsteps were silent and he slowly approached the cave.

As they approached the entrance of the cave, there was indeed movement inside, and the aura became obvious.

There are three people in total, all of whom are in the early stages of foundation building.

There seemed to be sounds of torture inside.

"Smelly boy...damn..."

"Who asked you to come?"

"explain!"

"...Fuck...say it!"

"Where are your accomplices?"

"What's the purpose?"

"What exactly did you see?"

…

Then there was the sound of whipping and torture. After a while, a young voice with a weak breath said intermittently:

"I... don't know... cough..."

Mo Hua was startled.

This voice sounds so familiar...

He slowly walked into the cave entrance, looked inside, and found that the lights inside were dim, and a young man was tied up with blood on his face.

The two monks in black had their faces covered and their eyes were ferocious.

That boy...

Mo Hua looked at it for a while and was suddenly startled.

He turned out to be his classmate...

Hao Xuan?

There are many disciples of the same class in Taixu Sect, and Mo Hua doesn't know them all.

But Hao Xuan's ink paintings left an impression.

He and I were the same disciples, and although we didn't have many interactions with each other, we became familiar with each other and had a good relationship.

The formation homework was handed in on time, his attitude was very serious, and he was very kind to others.

The key is that he called himself "little senior brother".

Moreover, I also treated myself to chicken legs...

Considered one of our own!

But at this time, Hao Xuan, who once had a kind face, was covered in scars and was dying.

The two monks in black were still torturing him.

But Hao Xuan seemed to really know nothing and couldn't tell anything.

The two monks in black frowned.

"I can't pry my mouth open..."

"what to do?"

"or……"

One of them made a gesture with a knife in his hand, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

Mo Hua was shocked.

What are the identities of these two men in black?

A disciple of the Taixu Sect, a direct descendant of the aristocratic family, killing him at will?

Hao Xuan's pupils trembled, he took a breath and said hurriedly:

"I am a direct descendant of the Hao family in Qianzhou. My parents are both in the late Jindan stage and have ancestors in the Dongxu realm..."

"I am a direct descendant of a noble family, you..."

One of the men in black sneered:

"That's it? Who hasn't..."

Another monk in black immediately slapped him in the face and said sternly:

"Shut up!"

The monk in black before realized that he had made a mistake, so he covered his face, his face turned pale, and he did not dare to speak.

Hao Xuan also understood, his eyes were horrified and his face was pale.

To be silenced...

them……

Before he could think any more, one of the monks in black had already raised his butcher knife, the blade shining with a white light.

At this moment, a clear cry suddenly came from the entrance of the cave:

"ah--"

This cry seemed very frightening.

Then some people ran away.

The footsteps faded away.

Several people in the cave were stunned.

The raised butcher knife also stopped.

The man in black was furious: "Is there someone?!"

"How was it discovered?"

"Did he hear everything he just said?"

"He ran away?!"

One of the monks in black said angrily: "Damn it, hurry up and chase me! Don't let the news leak out!"

"good!"

The other man in black used his body skills and chased out of the cave.

But he didn't chase him out for long when there was a "bang" outside the cave, as if something exploded, and then a scream was heard, and then it was silent.

The black-clothed monk who stayed in the cave shrank his pupils.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

He wanted to call out the man's name, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again.

Don't let the news leak out.

Identity cannot be revealed.

He could only wait patiently.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still silence outside the cave.

The night is deep and the mountains and forests are silent.

Only the occasional neighing of night owls can make people feel chilly.

The black-clothed monk's brows couldn't stop trembling.

He felt a life-and-death crisis lingering above his head, forcing him to not even dare to breathe.

He gripped the blade tightly and stared at the entrance of the cave with a wary expression, not daring to look away for a moment.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, someone would rush into the cave and take his life.

But this kind of confrontation is extremely energy-consuming.

The monk in black suddenly felt that he seemed to be an enemy of the entire deep night.

There are dangers everywhere.

He couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to take a look.

The monk in black swallowed his saliva, moved with difficulty, and slowly walked out of the cave.

But his eyes were only staring at the dark night outside the cave, but he didn't pay attention to his feet.

As he approached the entrance of the cave, there was a sudden flash of golden light.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The two legs of the black-clothed monk were cut by the golden formation's light, leaving bloodstains all over, and the hamstrings were severed.

The monk in black looked horrified:

"Intermediate formation?! When..."

Before he could think about it carefully, the pain spread instantly. The monk in black wailed, then his legs broke and his body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably.

After a while, the fire suddenly started.

Fireballs pierced the night and hit him non-stop.

The black-clothed monk struggled as hard as he could, but his body could not withstand the lethality of the formation, the explosion of continuous fireballs, and the burns of fire spiritual power.

The injuries on his body became more and more serious.

After an unknown period of time, under the continuous torture, the aura of the black-clothed monk gradually became weaker and even dissipated.

The black monk died and became a corpse.

The fireball paused for a moment, but only for a moment.

Then the fire started again, and the bombing continued, blasting the black-clothed monk all over his body...

Dark night, hidden cave.

After the unknown black monk was killed, his body was still consumed by the explosion of flames.

Hao Xuan's face turned pale.

Killing people with formations, whipping corpses with fireballs, hiding in the shadows, ruthless!

Who is this person?

Too cruel...

Suddenly, the fireball technique stopped.

The cave also became quiet.

Only then did Hao Xuan realize that he was the only living person left in the cave.

Even though he couldn't see it, there seemed to be something "something" in the shadows opposite him. It glanced at him, and then slowly walked towards him.

Hao Xuan's eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't...don't come over..."

But the shadow was getting closer and closer.

That sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

Just when Hao Xuan was extremely frightened and there was no blood on his face.

Suddenly a group of low shadows appeared in front of him.

Then the shadow gradually solidified, and the figure emerged, revealing a cute little face.

"Hao Xuan, I'm here to save you!"

Mo Hua showed an innocent smile.

Hao Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then he was completely stunned.

At that moment, he suspected that he was dreaming.

Everything seemed so unreal.

Whether it was the black monk who was chasing him or the ink painting who rescued him...

It seemed that when I woke up and the sun shone, I would lie down on the bed in my disciple's home, and then reluctantly go to class.

Hao Xuan closed his eyes and opened them again.

Not a dream...

The night is still so deep.

The chill in the mountains is still so heavy.

The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were burning. There were scars all over his body, and the chains that tied him were cut into his flesh.

The white sword light that just hung above his head was still fresh in his memory.

It's a real life hanging by a thread...

Hao Xuan was stunned for a long time, looking at the ink painting, and suddenly tears filled his eyes.

"Ink painting..."

When he looked at the ink paintings, he felt like he was seeing his closest relatives...

Ever since he was a child, he had never suffered this crime. He almost lost his life...

…

Mo Hua unchained Hao Xuan and gave him elixirs to heal wounds, stop bleeding and nourish Qi.

His injuries gradually improved, and his breath gradually calmed down.

Hao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

"I thought I was going to hang here..."

Mo Hua thought for a while and suddenly said curiously:

"Don't you have that talisman on you? It's used to protect your life, it's golden..."

Hao Xuan was startled, "Is it the talisman of longevity?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

He had just heard Hao Xuan himself say that he was a direct descendant of the Hao family and had an ancestor in the Cave Void Realm.

Hao Xuan shook his head and sighed:

"How can I match such a precious talisman..."

"I do have an ancestor who is in the Cave Realm, but there are many, many ancestors, great-grandchildren like me..."

"Unless my spiritual roots take over the creation of heaven and earth, and my bones shake the past and the present...or maybe my bloodline is special and I am the only incense passed down by my ancestors. I will be extinct after my death. Otherwise, it is impossible for my ancestors to plant my destiny for me. The Talisman of Immortality..."

"Planting this kind of talisman will destroy the origin of monasticism..."

"An Ancestor of Dongxu can probably only plant one plant in his lifetime..."

"So, unless their time is approaching, or they have no hope of cultivating the Tao in this life, they cannot destroy their origins, cut off the path, and plant such a heaven-defying longevity talisman for their descendants..."

"My natal 'immortality' talisman, with the word 'immortality' in it, is really equivalent to another life..."

Mo Hua was shocked when he heard this.

He knew that the Immortality Talisman was valuable, but he didn't expect it to be so valuable...

There is one origin in Dongxu, and one life for descendants.

Then Mo Hua frowned and thought of his little senior brother and little senior sister...

Outside of Lishan City, in order to save themselves, and to deal with the Holy Son and the group of golden elixir demon cultivators under his command, the junior senior brother and junior senior sister shattered all the longevity talismans...

If the talisman of longevity is broken, then from now on...

Doesn’t it mean that there is no life-saving talisman?

For such a precious talisman, planting one is already very luxurious. There should be no more holes. Let’s plant a second one for them...

Mo Hua sighed, looking very worried.

"I don't know if Junior Brother and Junior Sister will be okay..."

Hao Xuan thought Mo Hua was worried about him, so he was even more moved and comforted Mo Hua:

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Mo Hua: "Well, as long as you're fine..."

Hao Xuan thought for a while, then with a serious face, he solemnly said to Mo Hua:

"Mo Hua, you saved my life. From now on, you are my dear senior brother!"

Mo Huayou comforted him and said:

"This is what I should do, don't take it to heart..."

Hao Xuan looked stubborn.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something and said doubtfully:

"By the way, Mo... Junior Brother, did you kill those two black-clothed monks?"

"When did you...become so powerful?"

"I thought you only knew formations..."

Mo Hua blinked and sighed:

"Actually, my cultivation is very poor. I am not their opponent at all. I just set up the formation in advance and calculated it mentally and unintentionally, so I was lucky enough to deal with these two people..."

Then Mo Hua showed a "fearful" look, "Now that I think about it, I still feel a little scared..."

Hao Xuan nodded, "I see..."

But after clicking for a while, he was suddenly startled and realized something was wrong:

"That's not right, that man was killed by the fireball technique, and after he was killed, you still..."

He also used the fireball technique to "whip the corpse"...

It's so cruel.

Moreover, the technique is sophisticated and calm, and does not look like a "lucky" at all...

Mo Hua was startled, patted Hao Xuan on the shoulder, and said seriously:

"That was your illusion. You were injured, in a daze, and you saw it wrong..."

"Those two people died in the formation, it has nothing to do with me..."

Hao Xuan looked confused.

Am I... in a trance?

Upon seeing this, Mo Hua immediately changed the topic:

"These are all trivial matters. By the way, why are you being chased by these two people? Who are these two people?"

Hao Xuan's attention was indeed diverted. He thought about it and suddenly said in shock:

"There are others!"

"Who else?" Mo Hua was slightly startled.

"The person being hunted!" Hao Xuan said anxiously.

Mo Hua frowned, "What happened?"

Hao Xuan then told the whole story:

"The five of us, as well as Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and the others, originally accepted the reward and came to the nearby fairy city to do a mission..."

"After completing the mission, we went back together. But when we passed by the barren mountains, we saw a group of monks who were acting sneakily. They had their faces covered, carrying bags and pushing boxes. They didn't know what they were doing..."

"We felt suspicious, so we followed them secretly..."

"But it didn't take long before they were discovered. When they saw us, their faces changed drastically. They all pulled out their swords and came to kill us..."

"We fought for a while, but we were outnumbered and no longer our opponents, so we had no choice but to flee..."

"Before escaping, I happened to catch a glimpse of their sacks and the contents in the boxes..."

Hao Xuan paused and said in a cold voice: "They are all human beings..."

people?

Mo Hua's expression was startled, and then he seemed to remember something, his eyes condensed, revealing a hint of coldness.

Another...human trafficker...