MTL - Asking About Longevity

Chapter 670 “Divinity”

 Those who “eat” God? !

The golden evil pupils shrank suddenly, and then the eye sockets trembled violently, and the golden bloodshot eyes bulged, which contained an extremely frightening emotion.

It finally understood what it was afraid of and what it was afraid of...

Man is just God’s livestock, God’s humble dog.

How can livestock be worthy of eating God?

 “Absurd!”

 “Ignorance!”

 The voice of the golden evil eye was sharp and twisted.

 “Dare to blaspheme the majesty of God!”

 “Stupid kid, you have no idea what you are doing, what a terrible taboo you have violated!”

Mo Hua looked puzzled:

"I just said casually, why are you so excited? You are a 'god' after all, and you have no restraint at all..."

The bloodshot eyes on the evil golden eyes became a bit thicker and more ferocious.

It stared at the ink painting with extremely cold eyes, and its voice was hoarse and dry, filled with anger:

“Empty out your flesh and blood, cut off your internal organs, **** out your spiritual consciousness, and use the sea of ​​consciousness as a hotbed to reduce you to a ‘slave of the gods’. You will be enslaved by this deity from generation to generation, and you will never be able to escape...”

 The knowledge of gods is very lacking.

Hearing the words, the golden evil eyes suddenly calmed down.

 It seems a bit impolite not to "eat" the food delivered to your door.

Since there are so many, one more and one less will have little impact.

　　"I will kill you sooner or later..."

 The divine thoughts of gods contain divine essence, which is essentially different from ordinary demons.

 “Millions of demons, all living beings are like dogs…”

Mo Hua decided to eat the "big eyeball" of the golden evil **** first.

Mo Hua’s eyes trembled slightly.

Mo Hua thought about it and found that he had no clue.

"do not care…"

This big eyeball still has something in its mind, and it is still planning something.

 It is used to seeing believers bowing their heads and worshiping it, and monks humbly praising it. It cannot stand such rude and mocking words from a human imp.

If you "eat" it and be eroded by the will of the evil **** and pollute the Taoist heart, things will not be great.

Mo Hua was startled.

He may not know if he "eats" one secretly.

 “Something’s wrong…”

This evil **** is so vicious and can hold grudges so easily...

If you don’t observe carefully, you won’t notice it at all.

 “The endless wilderness, the corpses of thousands of gods…”

 Is the Lord of the Wilderness so powerful?

Mo Hua frowned.

 How to eat it? Chew it directly?

Mo Hua looked at those ugly golden evil eyes and couldn't stop talking.

 I don’t know what the details are...

and…

“You humble creature, you have blasphemed the gods, and one day you will die without a burial place!”

Mo Hua stared at the evil eyes for a while, and suddenly he was startled and realized something was wrong.

Mo Hua frowned delicately.

This golden evil eye was tightly grasped by Mo Hua, unable to break free, as if he had accepted his fate, but deep in the evil eye, there was still an obscure light flowing.

The golden evil eyes said sharply.

 The Lord of the Wilderness, the remains of thousands of gods.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then his eyes suddenly brightened, pretending to be arrogant, he glanced at the evil eyes with disdain, and said in a very contemptuous tone:

 “Is it just you?”

 It seems that I have... stabbed a big hole in my head?

However...this seems to be unavoidable. The evil **** wants to kill him, but he can't really be like an "animal", motionless and allowed to be slaughtered by it.

 Endless wilderness, thousands of divine corpses?

What's the meaning…

 Gods are not like monsters.

 It is the remains of the evil god, and it inherits part of the evil god's will. I don't know what methods it has or what trump cards it has.

“You are one of my defeated generals. The demon’s body was cut into thousands of pieces by me. I also dug out the big eyeballs. You are about to be ‘eaten’ by me. What are you threatening me with?”

 But what is it planning?

Meditating by yourself can help you abide by your own mind and calm the evil thoughts of demons, but it may not be able to suppress the will of gods.

  Means the God of the Great Wilderness, divided into thousands, with the remains of countless gods?

This eye is just one of the remains?

What's more, this **** is still an "evil god".

No matter how you think about it, the risk is still very high.

“In this case, it’s better to be on the safe side…”

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

He grabbed his golden evil eyes and walked towards the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The originally quiet golden evil eyes suddenly noticed something was wrong and asked:

 “Little devil, what are you going to do?”

 “I’ll show you something good!”

 The ink painting is done while walking.

The uneasy premonition in the golden evil eye's heart became stronger and stronger.

 There is something incredible in its heart.

Could there be any secrets hidden in this little devil? It can even make it instinctively fearful.

 After a moment, a profound and ancient atmosphere filled the air.

 The golden evil eyes suddenly stiffened.

It seems to sense the aura of a very ancient statue that contains the Great Dao, like a "god".

Then it saw a broken monument emerging from the sea of ​​consciousness.

 The golden evil eyes were shocked.

 Monument? !

The strangeness in the evil eyes was also keenly noticed by Mo Hua. He asked in a low voice: "Do you... recognize this monument?"

Golden evil eyes studied the monument, calmed down his emotions, and sneered:

 “It’s just an ancient and incomplete monument…”

Mo Hua had a pair of big, clear eyes, staring at the evil eyes suspiciously.

The golden evil eyes trembled slightly, but there was no sign of anything unusual.

It does not know the origin of this ruined monument.

 At least, this monument is different from those ancient monuments in the memory passed down by the ancient gods...

The suspicion in Mo Hua's eyes became more and more serious.

The golden evil eyes trembled, but still showed only a trace of contempt, and said coldly:

“So, this is the monument you want me to see?”

Mo Hua looked at the evil golden eye again, his gaze was deep and thoughtful, and he suddenly smiled brightly and said:

 “No, it’s something better looking!”

 The golden evil eyes felt something was wrong.

Mo Hua grabbed it with both hands and pressed it to the corner of the Taoist monument.

 The golden evil eyes were caught off guard and saw a flash of red.

This touch of red is brighter than blood, redder than sunlight, and more terrifying than anything else.

 The terrifying thunder flows on it, containing the indifferent and ruthless laws of heaven and earth, adhering to the will of heaven to obliterate everything.

 “Jie…Jie Lei?!”

 The golden evil eyes screamed.

It's eyes were trembling, bloodshot eyes were bulging, and it was struggling hard, but it was tightly held by Mo Hua's two small hands.

Scarlet thunder flashed.

 In just a moment, Jie Lei completely obliterated the golden evil eyes.

The golden evil eye turned into a pool of gold water. At the same time, there was a pure golden shadow in the evil eye, a majestic and terrifying ram's horn, which disappeared in ashes amid struggle, roar and unwillingness.

 The way of thinking in ink painting is indeed true.

Although I don’t know what this pure golden ram’s horn shadow is, it should be related to the will of the Great Wild Evil God.

In case you do n’t know, you will “eat” with the golden evil eyes with the golden evil eyes.

The evil **** has existed for who knows how long, and his power and methods are unfathomable.

If you don’t pay more attention, it’s really impossible to guard against it.

 Fortunately, I used the Tribulation Thunder to eliminate the "poison"...

 Otherwise, if you are unclean, your brain will be damaged.

 “Jie Lei is really easy to use…”

Mo Hua praised in his heart.

The golden evil eye was directly shattered by the tribulation thunder, and the inner evil god's will was also erased, turning into a pool of pure "divine essence".

This kind of divine essence, the golden color is also a lot lighter.

  It seems that part of the origin, along with the will of the evil god, was destroyed by the thunder.

 The remaining spiritual essence, both in quality and quantity, has "shrunk" a lot compared to before.

 But these spiritual essences are pure, clean, and unconscious.

 It is not only safe and healthy, but also easier to “digest”.

 If it’s a little less, just a little less.

“I don’t know what will happen to my consciousness after ‘eating’ these…”

 “Will there be a breakthrough?”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and he was full of expectations.

 Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked in all the essence into his mouth.

 In an instant, an ancient and mysterious spiritual thought impacted the sea of ​​​​consciousness in the ink painting.

 The divine marrow, like blood threads, seeps into the incarnation of spiritual consciousness in the ink painting.

These "divine marrow blood threads" are woven layer by layer with an obscure pattern that secretly fits the pattern of the "Mysterious Sky Formation", solidifying the divine thoughts of the ink painting.

It’s like building the steps to reach the gods on the basis of Taoism, using the divine marrow as the bricks and stones.

 Suddenly, the ink painting has an illusion.

　　I have already stepped into the taboo of the gods with one foot.



 They believe in themselves, worship themselves, and are dominated and enslaved by themselves.

 The clarity and agility in his eyes gradually faded.

 Instead, there is a majestic and cold pale gold.

This pale golden color, with the marrow as its nourishment and the eyes as its windows, gradually spreads, seeps into the incarnation of the ink painting’s spiritual thoughts, and merges with his spiritual body.

 The whole body of the ink painting is faintly glowing with gold, making it look like a "god-man".

His lovely face gradually became majestic, and the arrogance and indifference in his eyes became more and more profound...

 At the same time, the humanity in him is also "disappeared" little by little...

 At this moment, the Taoist stele suddenly vibrated.

 The ancient, clumsy yet clear voice resounds through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua's expression was shocked, and he came back to his senses instantly. He immediately began to meditate, searching for his true heart amidst the confusion of thoughts that were assimilated by the "gods".

 His Taoist heart is illuminated by divinity, but it is also barren.

 Ink paintings try their best to meditate and reflect on the original mind.

Since he was a child, bit by bit in his memory, he began to recover gradually.

Those people he met and the things he experienced emerged one by one.

Mom and dad, Elder Yu, friends, master, puppet elder, junior brother, junior sister...

 Happiness, anger, sorrow, separation and reunion, all kinds of emotions gradually come to mind.

　　The barren heart in the ink painting seems to be nourished by the spring rain, and the human nature is gradually recovering.

The cold and solemn light golden color in his eyes gradually faded away, and the clarity and agility in his eyes gradually filled up again.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mo Hua’s gaze returned to normal.

Those pale gold divine marrows were all restrained, gathered within the incarnation of his spiritual consciousness, and integrated into the "flesh and blood" of his spiritual consciousness...

Mo Hua looked at his hands and frowned.

 His spiritual consciousness has not been enhanced. In other words, it has been strengthened a little, but not too much. It is still stuck in the realm of sixteen lines.

 But his spiritual consciousness seemed to have "qualitatively changed" a little bit.

 His spiritual body already has a faint, continuous stream of pale golden "blood of God" in the deepest part.

This is his own golden "marrow" that he devoured and refined!

He felt that his spiritual consciousness now had a real "qualitative" difference.

 This is the spiritual consciousness of "gods".

 His spiritual consciousness is stronger.

 But this kind of power is not reflected in the realm, but in the "divine quality".

 These seem to be two completely different dimensions of consciousness.

 It is also the difference between monks and gods.

Mo Hua is a little confused and a little uneasy.

The feelings just now are still engraved in his heart, and the bit of spiritual essence he swallowed almost wiped out his "humanity" and almost assimilated his "Tao heart".

He almost forgot everything about being a "human" and regarded himself as a "god" who was above and overlooking all living beings.

 This is just "eating" a "sheep's eye".

If he eats more, will he simply forget who he is and completely become a cold, young "god"?

Mo Hua frowned.

Master wants to allow himself to "enlighten the Tao with his divine consciousness", but he doesn't seem to say that he wants to "conquer the gods" with his own spiritual consciousness...

 This seems to be a two-way street?

Mo Hua is a little confused, feeling confused and confused.

 “In the final analysis, I still know too little about gods…”

Mo Hua sighed.

“Forget it, I’ve eaten it anyway, there’s no point in worrying now.”

 And the spiritual consciousness has indeed been enhanced, but it is not an improvement in realm.

 But people must be content and not be too greedy.

I am now in the early stage of foundation building, and my spiritual consciousness has reached the limit of the middle stage of foundation building.

If we break through again, we will reach the spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building, then it will be okay...

Mo Hua felt a little regretful, but still calmed down.

 The matter of “deification” needs to be found out in the future.

 All fear comes from the unknown.

 I know very little about "gods" now, so I am worried.

Look for opportunities in the future to inquire more about the origins and details of gods. If you know more, you will definitely have ways to deal with them and reduce the sequelae of "eating" gods.

There is also the great evil **** of the wilderness. I feel that he must be a "stingy guy". Although I only "ate" one of his eyes, he will definitely hold a grudge.

 Be more low-key in your actions from now on.

You should also think in advance about what you should do if the Great Wild Evil God finds out about your "stealing".

 The ink painting is deep in thought.

Now the eyes of the Great Wilderness Evil God were obliterated by the Tribulation Thunder, leaving only the marrow, which was eaten up and wiped out by himself.

 The Evil God of Desolation should not be blamed on himself.

 After all, He is a great evil **** and cannot be without restrictions.

I don’t know whether I am “living” or “sleeping” now.

Even if he is "alive" and there are so many powerful monks in Qianzhou, it is unlikely that he will focus on himself, an unknown little foundation-building monk.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that it made sense.

What's more, he also has a Taoist stele, and there is a "Thunder" on the Taoist stele.

Tao stele guards the heart and robs "people" of thunder pits.

As long as the evil **** doesn’t come in person, I shouldn’t be afraid.

 The weaker ones can be dealt with by themselves without even having to fight.

 At most, after solving the problem, use Jie Lei to "disinfect" it and use Taoist Monument to "teppanyaki" it, which is clean and hygienic, and also helps in absorption and "digestion".

 Mo Hua was completely relieved.

There are too many lice and there is no need to itch, and there are too many debts and there is no need to worry.

Uncle Master has already offended himself, so he doesn’t care about another evil **** coming.

They are all too powerful, and they should not take this "little ant" like me seriously, provided that they keep a low profile...

Mo Hua looked around and found that there were no other evil thoughts or spiritual thoughts left in his sea of ​​consciousness, so he felt at ease and withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness.

 In the desolate valley, the ink painting that fell on the ground opened its eyes.

 The mountains are gray and it’s not yet dawn.

 There are traces of fighting all around.

 There are fireballs, formations, sword auras, and demonic auras.

Not far away, the body of the leader in black was lying there.

 But at this time, the corpse had been corrupted by the demonic energy and melted into a puddle of filthy black water.

 There was no corruption before, it seems to be due to the evil eyes.

Now that the evil eyes have left the body, they have the same fate as other black-clothed monks.

 The demonic energy corrodes the body, and no bones remain.

 But the ink painting has memorized his appearance.

Although he had been blasted by the Lihuo Formation and had some burn marks on his face, his face was gloomy, and his voice was gloomy, he looked like a rather young monk, probably only in his twenties.

 And he should be a member of a noble family.

 It is even possible that he is a disciple of the sect.

 It's just that Mo Hua doesn't know who he is.

Mo Hua thought carefully and decided not to tell the matter.

Speaking of this, if the news leaks out, he will become the target of these black-clothed monks who live in the shadows.

The Great Wilderness Evil God may also follow the clues and find him.

 Those who can work as human traffickers near the border of Qianxue Prefecture must have a good background.

　　I may also be targeted by these powerful forces behind the scenes.

Besides, even if I tell it, no one will believe it.

Now the leader in black is also dead, his flesh and blood turned into a puddle of black water, his face is beyond recognition, and there is no evidence of his death.

 If there is no evidence, it will be regarded as spreading rumors and slandering, which will cause trouble for oneself.

 No matter what you think, it is totally inappropriate.

Mo Hua shook his head.

It's better to keep an eye on it secretly and check for clues. Once you have conclusive evidence, you can tell Uncle Gu secretly.

 Before this, the head must not be exposed.

Mo Hua looked through the storage bag carried by the black-clothed leader again. There were only spirit stones and a few standard spirit swords from the street.

There are also a few pills, but at first glance they are evil pills.

 There is nothing of value.

 The ink painting first drew the Lihuo Formation, and then burned the body of the leader in black again.

 Then he drew a burial array and buried his body deeply under the earth and rocks.

 The traces around him were also tampered with by the ink painting, covering up his own traces.

This leader in black was completely buried in this remote valley.

Even if someone comes to find him, his body cannot be found.

Even if his body is found, this matter has nothing to do with Mo Hua.

No one believed that he, a young disciple in the early stage of foundation establishment, could single-handedly kill a vicious demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

 The ink painting was handled properly and felt that everything was safe, so he nodded.

 He silently thanked Uncle Zhang Lan in his heart.

“It’s all thanks to Uncle Zhang Lan’s guidance back then that I gained experience in killing people and burying corpses without leaving any flaws or trouble!”

 After that, Mo Hua hurried back and met up with Cheng Mo and the others.

He deliberately took a long detour, changed the direction, adjusted his mentality, and imagined a scenario in which he was chased by a black-clothed leader, panicked, and finally escaped, and then hurried back.

Before he even got close to the abandoned weapon refining shop, his consciousness spotted Cheng Mo and the others.

 They scattered in all directions, looking anxious and shouting the name of "Mo Hua".

At that time, they were shrouded in the **** light of the evil eyes. Although they could not move, they still vaguely knew that Mo Hua had lured away the ferocious leader in black.



So after the people from Daotingsi arrived, the two groups of people dispersed together, like casting a net, to look for ink paintings in the mountains.

They were worried that Mo Hua had been murdered by the leader in black. They were worried and guilty at the same time, so they all called Mo Hua's name desperately.

Mo Hua was a little moved and waved to them from a distance.

"I'm back!"

 Cheng Mo and others were overjoyed, especially Cheng Mo, who was such a big man and his eyes were a little red.

“Mo Hua, are you okay?”

 “Are you not injured?”

 “Where is the man in black?”

Several people asked eagerly in one sentence.

"I'm fine." Mo Hua nodded, then showed a "scared" look:

 “That man in black is too scary, I am no match at all…”

“He chased me, so I could only run away, and then I found an opportunity to hide in a big tree...”

"The sky was too dark and the mountains were complicated. The man in black was careless and didn't notice me."

“After that, he seemed to be afraid of being discovered by Daotingsi, so he left. I hid in a tree to avoid the limelight for a while, and then came back to find you..."

Mo Hua told the story he had made up in advance in a serious manner.

 Unpretentious, yet reasonable.

Cheng Mo and others had no doubts and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay..."

 “You are so lucky!”

 “I’m worried to death…”

“This **** in black, when I am in the middle stage of foundation building, if I meet him again, I will definitely give him a blow to the head..."

“Come on, if you are in the middle stage of foundation building, he might be in the late stage of foundation building…”

 …

A few people felt relaxed and talked more.

Mo Hua also smiled slightly.

 The next thing will be simple, and there is no need to worry about ink painting.

The chief executive of Daotingsi rescued the abducted monk and sent him back to the nearby Daotingsi.

They also examined the corpses of the black monks one by one.

Mo Huaze and Cheng Mo, five others, rode in a carriage and were escorted by the chief executive of Daotingsi to the Taixu Gate located on the border of Qianxue Prefecture.

Mo Hua originally wanted to visit his old friend Huangshan Jun.

But there is not enough time, and at this time, it is better to do less than to do more, so it is better to follow the carriage and return to Taixu Gate to avoid any complications.

 Daotingsi's carriage is very spacious, but not too comfortable.

 Despite this, Cheng Mo and others fell into a deep sleep.

They were first hunted and killed, and then they fought back. Then they teamed up to ambush and kill a dozen men in black in an abandoned weapon refining shop. Finally, they searched for Mo Hua in the mountains and forests for several hours, and they were already very tired.

At this time, I relaxed and couldn't help but fall asleep.

 Ink painting was leaning against the car window, looking at the scenery outside the carriage, with many thoughts in his mind.

 Human traffickers, evil spirits, evil eyes, evil gods…

 The border between Qianxue and Xuezhou seems to have been uneven for a long time.

 Under the prosperous appearance, the evil cause and effect seems to be ready to take action, and what is glimpsed now seems to be only a small corner.

 I don’t know what else is hidden in the secret...

 Mo Hua’s eyes are slightly solemn.

 …

Amidst the "tick-tock-tock" sound of horse hooves, the carriage carrying Mo Hua and several people bumped and swayed all the way back to Taixu Gate.

 (End of this chapter)