MTL - Asking About Longevity

Chapter 669 Devouring Gods

The leader in black was shot 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 wouldn'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 much trouble…”

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 plan and to ambush.

 To deceive, to make a sneak attack.

 All formations and forbidden techniques must be used.

 Only in this way can we barely kill him.

 The demon has ferocious horns on its head.

 But this evil eye is faster than him.

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

 His physical body is still intact.

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

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

But before the gods and Tao disappear, it has no choice but to use ink paintings as its new flesh and blood.

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

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

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

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

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

 But as soon as he took a closer look, the ink painting couldn't help but be startled, and his expression changed slightly.

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

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

 At some point, an evil eye suddenly appeared in front of him.

 It has no choice.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief again.

The flesh and blood tentacles transformed from evil thoughts tightly bind the body of Mo Hua.

This evil eye was pressed tightly in front of him, and the distance was only a millimeter.

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

 There is a light golden eye on the forehead.

Even though there is confusion, incomprehension, anger, fear, and an unknown "fear" about the ink paintings in his heart.

 It has to do this.

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

 The sea of ​​knowledge in ink paintings is more tenacious than expected.

Mo Hua frowned, and then his gaze was deep, the texture was floating, and he used heaven's calculations to pry into the truth in the void around him.

But fortunately, it was finally slaughtered.

too difficult…

The ink painting also seemed to be controlled by the tentacles of the evil eyes, losing resistance and allowing the **** evil thoughts to erode.

 What pure spiritual consciousness!

 And so rich, so abundant.

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

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.

Even though 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.

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.

 But in an instant, a fishy wind suddenly rose.

 This is the burial place specially chosen by Mo Hua for the black-clothed leader, so that no one can detect it.

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

 Xie Yan’s plan gradually succeeded.

 The valley is closed, desolate, secluded and uninhabited.

Above the evil eye, the **** 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. .

Possessing such perfect spiritual consciousness, this human brat would be a waste of natural resources even if he used it 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 I am facing a life-or-death enemy?”

“Just a mere human being, a humble dog on the path of gods…”

 “Why do I feel afraid?”

 “What am I afraid of?”

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

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

The ram-horned demon felt a little strange.

 But after thinking about it, this seems normal.

 No matter how advanced his cultivation is or how esteemed his status is, a monk is still just a human being in the final analysis.

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

 Gold and jade are on the outside, 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 estimated that it is 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, you will be fine.

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

 It is also an honor for him to be eaten by himself.

 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 ram-horned demon opened its **** mouth and began to **** 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!

 Even delicious, unlike human consciousness!

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

 The sweet consciousness makes it happy both physically and mentally.

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

Just when the goat-horned demon was careless, it did not notice a hidden figure approaching it slowly.

 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.

He seemed to want to push his golden eyes straight down.

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

 But it was a little slow after all.

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

 It's just that the 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 the head of the head angrily, carrying the fishy wind.

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

With picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, she looks like a porcelain doll.

His spiritual body, due to the qualitative change of spiritual consciousness, has almost fixed body shape and is a little younger than the 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 kid?!”

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 in a hoarse and trembling voice:

 “Be bold!”

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

 “Divine marrow?” Mo Hua was startled, couldn’t help but put his fingers in his mouth again and sucked, nodded, and boasted with a smile:

"tasty!"

 The eyes of the goat-horned demon were instantly blood red.

It feels that its dignity has been insulted.

His own divinity has been 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 ram-horned demon's pupils shrank.

 Why can’t I see through it myself?

 You can see through it even from the outside.

  Could it be that what can be seen on the outside is the embryo 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.

With a flash of spiritual energy on the right side, a small figure jumped up and punched the ram-horned demon in the head.

The goat-horned demon's face was stern, and he immediately turned around and faced him with a fist.

A small white fist and a huge monster fist with ferocious flesh and blood collided together.

 The powerful power of spiritual thoughts vibrated.

 The little fist drawn in ink is intact.

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

 The ram-horned demon was horrified.

 What on earth is this little devil?

The spiritual body of a human monk is actually superior to the 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.

 “That’s not right!”

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 gap, and the golden evil eyes on its forehead opened again.

A golden light shot out from the evil eyes and shone on the ink painting.

 A few pale golden threads that looked like bone marrow appeared on the body of the ink painting. The ram-horned demon looked frightened and said in a sharp and hoarse voice:

"you are not human!"

Mo Hua was startled.

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

"The marrow enters the divine body and becomes the divine fetus...whose divine lord are you...the child 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 enlightenment, but why is the spiritual essence so weak?”

 “Why are there no signs of ‘food sacrifice’?”

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

"This is impossible…"

The goat-horned demon has sharp eyes and looks closely at the ink painting:

 “Where does your divine status come from?”

“Where do you eat incense? Whose faith do you receive?”

 “Where is your authority?”

 “What ‘Tao’ do you follow?”

 …

Mo Hua was confused by this question.

 Divine fetus, Taoism, divine marrow, food sacrifice, and what other divine status, incense, authority...

This ugly -eyed demon demon, what he asked about, he heard it ...

 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 aloof.

“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 kid is really a divine fetus, and some unknown **** is hatched in the sea of ​​consciousness, he can't do anything to him with just the remains of his one eye.

 If it is a divine fetus, then it would be easy to say...

 The fear of Shicai should come from the fear of the complete fetus of the god.

and…

 The goat-horned demon's eyes darkened slightly.

Although I don’t know what kind of divine position this divine fetus occupies, the aura above his divine position is somewhat similar to my own.

　　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...

Mo Hua felt a little happy when he saw that the ram-horned demon had been frightened by him. Then he asked seriously with a straight face:

 “You violated my taboo!”

The goat-horned demon felt a chill in his heart and his eyes were solemn.

Mo Hua added: "Tell me your origin, and I can forget about it!"

The ram-horned demon looked majestic and said:

 “I am the lord of the 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 wants to inquire about something more.

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 of Gods will not ask such superficial questions, you are lying, you don't know anything!"

 Ink painting is helpless.

This is the disadvantage of lack of knowledge in cultivating Taoism... no, the lack of knowledge in cultivating "God".

　　I pretend to understand something I don’t understand, but when I meet an “expert”, the secret will be revealed in just two sentences.

 “I just woke up and forgot...”

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

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

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

This ugly sheep's horn 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 on its arms, and its body involuntarily retreated, feeling shocked in its heart.

“Why is this kid’s incarnation of spiritual thought so powerful?”

 “Is he a god?”

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

 The ram-horned demon blocks again.

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

 “That’s not true!”

It has been above all the spirits in the world for so many years, 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 is a pale golden marrow on it, like blood, flowing all over the demon's body.

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

 The whole body also exudes amazing power.

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

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 competition of "strength", it is obviously not the opponent of this ram-horned demon.

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

 The ram-horned demon had a bad premonition when he saw the ink painting.

 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...formation?!”

The goat-horned demon's eyes were shocked, and he suddenly looked at the ink painting, and said in a solemn voice:

 “You are indeed not a god!”

Mo Hua was slightly stunned.

What's the meaning?

 If you use formations, you are not a god?

  Gods cannot use formations?

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

The flames engulfed the goat-horned demon.

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

 Although he was a little embarrassed, the goat-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 the formation 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 forehead of the goat-horned demon began to split.

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…”

 “The reverence that people have for gods is engraved in their souls…”

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

 Suddenly, the evil golden 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 was struggling with all his strength, 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 ram-horned demon sneered.

 A mere human being dares to resist gods?

 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 painting that had lost its resistance.

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

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

 The corners of the goat-horned demon's mouth even had drool.

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

Tied into a rice dumpling, with a dull ink painting on his face, he suddenly blinked his eyes and smiled slyly.

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

Mo Hua’s eyes were bright and he whispered:

"open!"

 Large areas of formations suddenly appeared on the ground.

 Leshan cremation and re-formation!

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

The mountains and rocks are bulging 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 jumped instantly and jumped onto the head of the goat-horned demon, facing the protruding golden evil eye, showing an innocent smile.

 The golden evil eyes are 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 the evil eye with his two small hands, as if he had caught a "treasure", then 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.

Human spiritual thoughts cannot be without fear of the majesty of gods...

It screamed sharply:

"you are not human!"

 “You are not a **** either!”

 “What on earth 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!”

 (End of this chapter)