Asking about longevity

The leader in black was blasted through the chest and slowly fell to his knees.

Mo Hua casually threw two more fireballs, which exploded on the black-clothed leader. He checked the "corpse" to confirm that he really couldn't move.

Then he used his spiritual consciousness to peer into the spirit of the black-clothed leader and confirmed that his corpse's spiritual power was sluggish and his breath was cut off. He was really dead, and then he felt relieved.

"It's too troublesome..."

Mo Hua let out a long sigh.

It is too tiring to kill a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building by yourself.

To plot, to ambush.

To deceive, to sneak attack.

Both formations and forbidden techniques must be used.

Only then can he be barely killed.

During this period, he was still walking on thin ice and couldn't make any mistakes. Otherwise, with his small body, if he made a mistake and was caught by the bad guy in black, he would be in serious danger.

too difficult……

But fortunately, it was finally slaughtered.

Mo Hua breathed another sigh of relief.

The valley is closed, desolate, secluded and uninhabited.

It was the burial place specially chosen by Mo Hua for the black-clothed leader, so that no one would notice.

Now that the leader in black is dead, Mo Hua is about to search his body to see if there are any clues or other good things.

But when he took a closer look, Mo Hua couldn't help but be startled, and his expression changed slightly.

This black-clothed leader was obviously dead, but unlike other traffickers, he was not corroded by the demonic energy, his flesh and blood corrupted, and turned into a puddle of black water.

His physical body was still intact.

Mo Hua sensed something was wrong and took two steps back warily.

But in an instant, a fishy wind suddenly rose.

Mo Hua felt that something was suddenly approaching him, but there was nothing in front of him.

Mo Hua frowned, and then his eyes were deep, the texture was floating, and he was calculating with heaven's secrets to peer into the truth in the surrounding void.

The moment Tianji opened his eyes, Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

In front of him, at some point, an evil eye suddenly appeared.

This evil eye was pressed tightly in front of him, no more than a millimeter apart.

The ink painting can clearly see the raised bloodshot eyes, the bloody eye sockets, the entangled light red tentacles, as well as the cruelty, indifference and other "inhuman" emotions contained in the evil eyes' pupils...

Mo Hua was startled by this "ugly eye", looked panicked, and quickly backed away.

But this evil eye was faster than him.

In an instant, the tentacles on the evil eyes spread out like sinful threads, densely packed, all adsorbed on Mo Hua's body, clinging to him.

At the same time, the deformed evil eyes were desperately boring into Mo Hua's white and tender forehead.

It has to do this.

The original host died and lost its vitality. It had to find a new host to parasitize in living flesh and blood.

And in this desolate, enclosed valley, the only "living" person is Mo Hua.

It has no choice.

Although there is confusion, incomprehension, anger, fear, and an unknown "fear" about the ink paintings in its heart.

But in the face of the annihilation of gods and Tao, it has no choice but to use ink paintings as its new flesh and blood.

Mo Hua also seemed to be controlled by the tentacles of the evil eyes, losing resistance and allowing the bloody evil thoughts to erode.

Xie Yan's plan gradually succeeded.

The tentacles of flesh and blood turned into evil thoughts tightly bound Mo Hua's body.

Above the evil eye, the bloody flesh began to fade away, turning into a pale golden, stern and majestic eye. Little by little, it penetrated into Mo Hua's forehead, broke through the sea of ​​consciousness, and entered into Mo Hua's consciousness. .

The sea of ​​consciousness drawn by ink is more tenacious than expected.

Therefore, it took a long time to break into the sea of ​​consciousness.

After entering the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness, the pale golden evil eyes began to twist and regroup with flesh and blood.

The scarlet blood was sucked in, gathered on the evil eyes, and gradually solidified, incubating all kinds of rotten flesh and blood, condensing into grotesque flesh and blood remains, and finally pieced together into a huge, deformed flesh demon.

The demon has ferocious horns on its head.

There is a light golden eye on the forehead.

The golden evil eyes flashed, and the huge demon's flesh and blood body trembled. Then he opened two bloody demon eyes, looking down at the sea of ​​human consciousness in front of him.

Although it has a long lifespan, is extremely noble, has parasitized many "slaves", and tasted countless "sacrifice", it is still amazed by the sea of ​​consciousness in front of it.

Such pure consciousness!

And so rich, so filling.

With such perfect spiritual consciousness, this human brat would be a waste of natural resources if used as a "sacrifice".

If it weren't for him, his bloodline would be too inferior, and he could even be used as a container for the "divine fetus".

only……

The goat-horned demon's eyes darkened slightly, and he was puzzled.

"Why...do I feel jealous or even afraid?"

"Why do I have the murderous intention as if facing a life-or-death enemy?"

"Just a mere human being, a humble dog on the path of gods..."

"Why do I feel intimidated?"

"What am I afraid of?"

The goat-horned demon's bloody eyes scanned the surroundings, but found nothing suspicious.

The golden evil eyes on its forehead glowed with a majestic light golden light, but there was nothing unusual under the golden light.

The ram-horned demon felt a little strange.

But on second thought, this seems normal.

No matter how advanced their cultivation is or how respected their status, monks are still just human beings in the final analysis.

Strip away worldly fame and wealth, as well as the outer skin, and the inner spiritual thoughts of the world are either vulgar, filthy, depraved, or shallow and weak.

The outside is gold and jade, but the inside is ruined.

The cultivation level is strong, but the mind is weak.

Such monks abound.

What's more, this kid is just in the early stages of foundation building.

It is probably because he is young and has not been tainted by the desires of the world that he has such pure spiritual consciousness.

What else can we expect from him?

The goat-horned demon has greedy eyes and a sinister smile on its lips.

"Eat him!"

No matter what the conspiracy, danger lurks.

As long as you eat it, everything will be over.

Human beings are the bait of the great road. They are the humble dogs of the gods. They are born to be despicable.

It was also an honor for him to be eaten by him.

Eat the spiritual consciousness and use this sea of ​​consciousness as a breeding ground.

This kid is much better than those "foolishly loyal" fools.

The goat-horned demon opened its bloody mouth and began to suck in the pure divine consciousness that was filled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as the divine consciousness entered the room, it opened its eyes wide.

These spiritual consciousnesses are so delicious!

It’s even delicious, unlike human consciousness!

The goat-horned demon was shocked, then his eyes became greedy, and he began to take big mouthfuls, sucking in more divine consciousness.

The sweet consciousness makes it happy both physically and mentally.

Its two blood-colored evil eyes narrowed slightly, and the golden evil eye on its forehead also glowed with golden light, looking a little lazy.

Just when the ram-horned demon was careless, it didn't notice a hidden figure slowly approaching it.

Then this figure suddenly jumped on top of its head.

A small white hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the evil golden eye on its forehead.

It seemed that he wanted to push his golden eyes straight down.

At the moment of crisis, the ram-horned demon immediately closed its third eye.

But after all, it was a little slow.

The white and tender little hand was still torn on the golden evil eye. The hand was so strong that it tore out several wounds instantly, and a golden liquid like blood flowed out.

It's just that this hand was a little smaller and a little slow, and it didn't catch the eyes.

The goat-horned demon has closed its third eye.

At the same time, its demonic claws grabbed at the top of its head angrily, carrying the fishy wind.

Mo Hua had no choice but to jump off its head again, take a few steps back, distance himself, and reveal his figure after settling down.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she looks like a porcelain doll.

Due to the qualitative change of his spiritual consciousness, his spiritual body has almost fixed body shape and is a little younger than his original body.

The goat-horned demon saw the appearance of the ink painting clearly, and his eyes were shocked.

"Incarnation of divine consciousness?"

"Is he a brat?!"

The golden evil eye on his forehead was scratched by the ink painting and was aching.

When the ram-horned demon thought of the scene just now, he was frightened and even more furious in his heart:

What a despicable brat!

What does he want to do? !

The little hands painted in ink are still stained with "golden blood".

He put his fingers stained with golden blood into his mouth and licked them, and then his eyes widened.

This is the taste!

The taste of golden spiritual bone marrow!

This scene was seen by the goat-horned demon, and it was even more frightened and angry, even with a trace of fear. It said angrily in a trembling hoarse voice:

"Be bold!"

"You...how dare you...how dare you swallow the 'divine marrow'?!"

"Divine essence?" Mo Hua was startled and couldn't help but put his fingers in his mouth again and sucked on it. He nodded and boasted with a smile:

"tasty!"

The goat-horned demon's eyes instantly turned blood red.

It feels that its dignity has been insulted.

His own godhood was blasphemed.

Mortals who were supposed to be reduced to sacrifices and enjoyed by the gods were actually bold enough to sip the marrow and taste the "blood of the gods".

Arrogant! ignorance! audacious in the extreme!

The goat-horned demon was furious, but when he looked again, he found that the figure of the kid opposite had disappeared again.

"Hidden?"

The goat-horned demon's pupils shrank.

Why can't I see through it myself?

You can obviously see through it from the outside.

Could it be because what can be seen from the outside is the body of flesh and blood, but in this sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual body cannot be seen?

How can it be?

The ram-horned demon was shocked.

But it has no time to think too much, because it knows that once the kid hides, the next attack will come soon...

Sure enough, a moment later.

The divine energy on the right side flickered, and a small figure jumped up and punched the goat-horned demon in the head.

The goat-horned demon had a stern look on his face, turned around immediately, and faced him with a fist as well.

A white and tender little fist and a huge demonic fist with ferocious flesh and blood clashed together.

The powerful power of spiritual thoughts vibrated.

The little fist drawn in ink was intact.

But there were traces of blood on the demon's fist.

The ram-horned demon was horrified.

What on earth is this brat?

The spiritual body of a human monk is actually superior to demons with evil thoughts?

Mo Hua, who was finally able to get over his addiction to "body cultivation", was filled with excitement, waved his fists, and hit him again.

The goat-horned demon fought hard, but despite its huge body and ferocious flesh, it was still at a disadvantage.

"wrong!"

The goat-horned demon's gaze was stern, and this time it struck preemptively, and its scarlet claws suddenly tore at the ink painting.

The ink painting uses passing water steps and dexterously avoids them.

The ram-horned demon found this opening, and the golden evil eyes on its forehead opened again.

A golden light shot out from the evil eyes and shone on Mo Hua.

Several pale golden threads, like bone marrow, actually appeared on the ink painting.

The goat-horned demon looked horrified, and said in a sharp and hoarse voice:

"you are not human!"

Mo Hua was startled.

The goat-horned demon's eyes trembled and said:

"The marrow enters the divine body and becomes the divine fetus...whose divine lord are you...the young fetus of?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment.

But then the ram-horned demon frowned again and said in confusion:

"No, it's still not right..."

"You have the foundation of spiritual transformation, but why is your divine marrow so weak?"

"Why are there no signs of the 'Food Sacrifice'?"

“Why is humanity so full but divinity so little?”

"This is impossible……"

The ram-horned demon has sharp eyes and stares at the ink painting:

"Where does your divine status come from?"

"Whose incense are you eating? Whose faith are you receiving?"

"Where is your authority?"

"What 'Tao' do you believe in?"

…

Mo Hua was confused by it.

Divine fetus, Taoism, divine marrow, food sacrifice, and what kind of divine position, incense, authority...

What was this ugly-eyed monster with goat's horns asking about? He listened in confusion...

Could this be...the knowledge of the gods?

Don’t know what to do?

Mo Hua blinked and decided to pretend, his expression became indifferent, he held his head high and looked arrogant.

"You don't deserve to know these things!"

The goat-horned demon's face darkened, but he dared not speak out in anger.

If this boy is truly a divine child, and the sea of ​​consciousness is incubating some unknown god, then the remains of his body with only one eye cannot do anything to him.

If it's a divine fetus, that's easy to say...

Shicai's fear should come from the fear of the complete fetus of a god.

and……

The goat-horned demon's eyes darkened slightly.

Although it is unknown what divine position this divine fetus occupies, the aura above his divine position is somewhat similar to his own.

It also seems to come from the wilderness.

It is estimated that there is still some origin.

I just don’t know where his divine status came from...

When Mo Hua saw that the ram-horned demon had been frightened by him, he felt slightly happy, and then asked seriously with a straight face:

"You violated my taboo!"

The goat-horned demon's heart trembled, and his eyes became solemn.

Mo Hua said again: "Tell me your origin and I can forget about it!"

The goat-horned demon looked majestic and said:

"I am the Lord of the Great Wilderness!"

Mo Hua frowned, "That's nonsense. The Lord of the Wilderness is the master of the Wilderness. How could he be so weak?"

Mo Hua wanted to inquire about something more.

But who would have thought that as soon as he said these words, the ram-horned demon's expression changed drastically, and his eyes were cold and he said:

"You are not a god!"

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

The goat-horned demon's eyes narrowed, "The Lord God will not ask such superficial questions. You are lying. You don't know anything!"

Mo Hua is helpless.

This is the disadvantage of lack of knowledge of spiritual cultivation... no, lack of knowledge of spiritual cultivation.

I pretend to understand something I don't understand, but when I meet an "expert", the secret is revealed in just two sentences.

"I just woke up and forgot..."

Mo Hua made an excuse and wanted to cope with it.

The ram-horned demon sneered: "How can you forget something engraved on the origin?"

The ink painting was exposed, which made me a little "angry".

This ugly ram-horned creature is so shameless!

If you don't let me pretend, then I won't pretend and will kill you directly!

Without saying a word, Mo Hua disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the goat-horned demon and punched the goat-horned demon in the face.

The goat-horned demon crossed his arms to block the punch.

But there were cracks in its arms, and its body involuntarily retreated, feeling shocked in its heart.

"Why is this kid, the incarnation of spiritual thoughts so powerful?"

"Is he a god?"

Before he could think about it, Mo Hua rushed forward again, unpretentiously, and punched him again.

The goat-horned demon blocks again.

After several rounds of this, Mo Hua received many punches, and the ram-horned demon couldn't help but become furious.

"That's unreasonable!"

For so many years, it has been above all the spirits in the world, but it has never suffered such humiliation. It was treated as a "sandbag" by a little kid? !

The golden evil eyes on the goat-horned demon's forehead suddenly widened.

There was a pale golden marrow on it, flowing all over the demon's body like blood.

The body of the goat-horned demon swelled instantly, and its skin and flesh gradually turned from blood red to pale gold.

The entire body also exudes amazing power.

Mo Hua was shocked, but with the attitude of giving it a try, he punched forward.

The pale golden ram-horned demon smiled contemptuously and slapped the ink painting away with his backhand.

Mo Hua fell to the ground and slid for a while. After stopping, he slowly got up.

His spiritual incarnation is very strong and there are no injuries on his body.

But in a pure "strength" competition, this ram-horned demon is obviously no match for him.

The goat-horned demon looked at the ink painting and said coldly:

"You're a pushover, do you really think I can't kill you?"

Mo Hua sighed, a little helpless.

Although it is fun to be a physical practitioner, it is too tiring, and it is not easy to win when encountering such a tricky situation.

Seeing the appearance of the ink painting, the ram-horned demon had a bad feeling in his heart.

This kid...has other methods?

What else can he do?

Then he saw Mo Hua and pointed at him from a distance.

The ram-horned demon's pupils shrank, and then he saw that there were light blue water chains wrapped around his body, tightly locking his body with evil thoughts.

"The art of spiritual thought?"

The goat-horned demon frowned, and then with a flash of golden light, he broke free from the water prison technique.

It wanted to rush towards the ink painting again, but found that at some point, red lines had appeared on the soles of its feet, intertwined with fire.

"This is... a formation?!"

The goat-horned demon's eyes were startled, and he suddenly looked at Mo Hua, and said in a solemn voice:

"You are indeed not a god!"

Mo Hua was slightly stunned.

What's the meaning?

If you use the formation, you are not a god?

Gods can't use formations?

Although he was confused, Mo Hua was not idle and immediately detonated the Lihuo Formation.

The flames engulfed the ram-horned demon.

After a while, the fire light dissipated, and the ram-horned demon was revealed. There were already cracks in the pale golden flesh on his body.

Although a little embarrassed, the ram-horned demon looked unusually calm.

There was even a smile on the corner of its mouth.

"In the sea of ​​consciousness, the manifestation formation..."

"I have lived for so many years and 'eaten' so many monks. There are only a handful of monks who can manifest formations in the sea of ​​consciousness."

"I didn't expect that you could do this at such a young age..."

"But this level of formation is still not enough."

The goat-horned demon's forehead began to crack.

That golden evil eye protruded from the forehead, and its tentacles spread into the air, exuding majestic, irresistible pressure from the gods.

"As long as it's a human being, it'll be easy..."

"People's reverence for gods is engraved in their souls..."

"I will let you experience the true majesty that comes from the origin of gods."

Immediately, the golden evil eyes trembled suddenly, and the golden light in the eyes swelled.

A powerful Tao Yun containing unknown rules spread instantly.

The ink painting was shrouded in golden light, and its expression changed drastically.

He struggled as hard as he could, but it seemed that he was overwhelmed by the power of the golden light and could not move. After a while, his expression gradually became dull and he lost resistance.

The goat-horned demon sneered.

How dare a mere human being resist a god?

The evil golden eyes trembled, as if they were hungry and thirsty.

It wants to enjoy this rare "sacrifice" that is comparable to the divine fetus.

Tentacles of flesh and blood stretched out from the evil eyes, like tying "zongzi", tightly binding the ink paintings that had lost their resistance.

Then he pulled the ink painting back and sent it into its huge bloody mouth.

The fangs are thick and the mouth is as big as an abyss.

There was even drool left on the corner of the goat-horned demon's mouth.

But at the moment when he was about to put the ink painting into his mouth.

The ink painting, who was tied into a rice dumpling with a dull look on his face, suddenly blinked his eyes and smiled slyly.

The goat-horned demon was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized something, and more tentacles swept towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's eyes were bright and he whispered:

"open!"

Large formations suddenly appeared on the ground.

Lishan cremation and restoration!

These formations are criss-crossed and connected with each other to form a huge complex formation.

The mountains and rocks bulged out, forming a prison, completely trapping the flesh and blood of the goat-horned demon.

The dense fire exploded, burning the tentacles one by one.

Mo Hua suddenly broke away and broke away from the shackles of the tentacles. Then he jumped instantly and jumped onto the head of the goat-horned demon. He showed an innocent smile towards the protruding golden evil eye.

The evil golden eyes were frightened.

It exuded more fierce divine power, but the ink painting was not affected at all.

It wanted to shrink back again, but Mo Hua didn't agree at all.

He grabbed hold of the evil eye with his two small hands, as if he had caught a "treasure", then he gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull it out.

It was accompanied by an extremely sharp and harsh cry.

This golden evil eye was pulled out by Mo Hua from the flesh and blood body transformed from the evil thoughts of the goat-horned demon.

After that, Mo Hua took the opportunity and jumped away.

The Lihuo Formation on the ground exploded completely, burning all the blood-colored demon flesh and tentacles.

The golden evil eyes were caught in Mo Hua's hand, and his whole body trembled.

It is impossible for human beings to fear the majesty of gods...

It roared sharply:

"you are not human!"

"You are not a god either!"

"What...are you?!"

Mo Hua looked into the pale golden eyes and couldn't help but licked his lips:

"I am... a person who 'eats' God!"