Asking about longevity

Puppet Lao sighed: "Unexpectedly, his Taoist demon cultivation has reached this level..."

Mr. Zhuang remained silent.

The old man said: "You are in big trouble."

Mr. Zhuang said: "If you have many debts, you won't have to worry about it. If you have many lice, you won't be itchy. It doesn't matter."

The old man snorted coldly, then frowned and asked curiously: "What on earth did he do?"

"how could I know?"

"He is your senior brother, why don't you know?"

"I have never cultivated the demon of Taoist heart..."

The old man thought for a while and then said: "Tell me the magic method of cultivating demons in the Taoist heart, and I will promise you a request."

Mr. Zhuang was startled, "Really?"

The old man looked at him and said calmly: "Didn't you say you didn't know?"

Mr. Zhuang said: "You can also know."

"What I said will naturally count." Puppet Lao said.

Mr. Zhuang thought for a moment, his eyes darkened slightly, and explained:

"The so-called Taoist demon cultivation is a kind of demonic magic that uses spiritual consciousness."

"This kind of magic can separate one's own spiritual thoughts and turn them into demon seeds, which can be planted on the sea of ​​consciousness of others, destroying people's Taoist hearts and causing them to fall into the devil's way, or their Taoist hearts can collapse and turn them into walking zombies, allowing them to play with them... …”

The old man frowned, "It doesn't sound difficult."

"Things about spiritual consciousness sound easy but are extremely difficult to do. Otherwise, cultivating demons in the heart of the Tao would not be one of the ten forbidden arts of the devil." Mr. Zhuang said.

"Then Feng Xi, what happened? What did the trickster do?"

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "This is not simple. He first planted a demonic thought in a person and asked him to go to Black Mountain Village to die. The body was fed to pigs. His demonic thought naturally entered the body of the pig demon."

"Originally, the demonic thoughts of humans cannot survive for long in the body of a monster. But some people have been feeding pigs with humans, and this demonic will survive by devouring people's consciousness, so it looks like a face, but in reality there is Many faces, one voice, but many people speaking.”

"When the time is right, it will take over and dominate the entire big demon."

"Within the boundaries of the state, the big demon is invincible. He controls the big demon with his demonic thoughts and can do almost anything he wants. Even if the Taoist court and the major families take action, he can't..."

The old man sighed: "Your senior brother is much smarter than you.

Mr. Zhuang hesitated for a moment, then changed his mind and said: "You are smarter than me, but it's a pity that you fell into the hands of my disciple... Well, in other words, it means you fell into my hands."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he nodded to himself.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to accept Mo Hua as his registered disciple and teach him the Grand Formation.

But he actually learned and built the great formation, and used the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation to drain the great demon's blood and force the deceitful man to manifest his evil thoughts.

So, I think I won this time.

The old man couldn't help but said: "You need to have some face."

Mr. Zhuang ignored it.

The puppet master frowned again, "The big formation killed the big demon, but now it is alive again, with death energy all over it, half corpse and half ghost. The monks from Tongxian City alone cannot deal with it at all."

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "We can only delay it."

"Are you waiting for Daoting to take action?" Puppet Lao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The body of this half-dead Feng Xi contains the evil thoughts planted by the treacherous Taoist. Daoting will definitely find a way to intercept his evil thoughts and study them, but..."

I just don’t know if Tongxian City can delay it...

Once the half-corpse and half-ghost Feng Xi enters the city, the monks in Tongxian City may still face a catastrophe.

Mr. Zhuang didn't say this explicitly, but both of them knew it.

The old man's eyes were also a little downcast.

"So..." Mr. Zhuang raised his eyebrows and added, "The request I just made."

The old man was startled and had a bad feeling.

"If Feng Xi enters the city, you will die once and take action." Mr. Zhuang said.

Talking in a roundabout way, it turns out that he is plotting against himself here.

The puppet master looked complicated, "You formation masters have dirty hearts."

Mr. Zhuang said humbly: "Wherever, if the water is clear, there will be no fish, it's just a little dirty."

The old man said: "Tongxian City should have nothing to do with you, right? Are you so kind?"

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "I am a gentleman after all. Before I leave, I must do something for my disciples."

The monks in the city are either Mo Hua's relatives or his acquaintances.

He could just regret it for the rest of his life. He didn't want his little disciple to experience this feeling.

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were lowered, slightly melancholy.

The old man nodded and said, "Okay.

"Thank you!" Mr. Zhuang said lightly.

"You're welcome. I only agreed for Mo Hua's sake." Puppet Lao said.

Mr. Zhuang's expression was slightly stagnant, "How about losing the dignity of ink painting?"

"I won't agree to it."

"The request I just made..."

"With just one word, you can exchange my life for me. Do you think it's reasonable?"

Mr. Zhuang asked suspiciously: "Have you already made plans to break your promise?"

"Those who are close to the ink are black. I learned from you. It's just a broken promise. It's very simple." Puppet Lao said numbly.

Mr. Zhuang sighed and said, "You don't have a clean heart either."

The old man ignored him.

Mr. Zhuang didn't take it seriously, but he was secretly relieved.

As long as the puppet master is willing to help, he doesn't want Mo Hua to be sad, and he doesn't want his senior brother to cause more murders.

Mr. Zhuang was a little tired. He lay on the bamboo chair and looked up at the sky. Suddenly he frowned and noticed something was wrong.

The old man looked at him and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were slightly focused, and he pinched with his fingers, his mind was racing, and his brows were furrowed.

"There are still variables in the way of heaven...but that's not right. Why are there still variables?"

"Where are the variables?"

Mr. Zhuang was vaguely aware of it, and silently looked at the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation deep in the mountains, his brows frowning more and more.

In the large formation, the monks have already begun to be evacuated.

Feng Xi was resurrected from the dead, and he was half-dead, and his whole body was filled with a terrifying aura of death.

The Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation can still consume it to death.

However, there are no more spiritual stones.

The collected spirit stones have been exhausted, and the few remaining spirit stones can only activate the formation for a few hours, which is not enough to suppress Feng Xi, who has been resurrected.

The other foundation-building monks were also exhausted and could no longer fight Feng Xi.

At this time, we can only retreat first and plan for the long term.

Everyone frowned and looked faintly desperate.

They couldn't think of any other way to kill Feng Xi again.

Mo Hua stood on the mountain peak and looked at Feng Xi from a distance. He had made up his mind and his expression gradually became firm.

Elder Yu and others came over and said helplessly: "Let's retreat first, rest for a while, and then think of other ways."

Mo Hua nodded and said: "You go first, I will control the formation and cut off the rear."

Zhang Lan and others frowned and said quickly: "How can this be done? How can you stop it?"

With all their foundations here, how could they let a young monk in Mo Hua cut off the throne?

What's more, now, Mo Hua's identity is no longer what it used to be.

He successfully built a large formation and resisted Feng Xi. Regardless of whether someone came to help or not, he would definitely become a famous main formation master in the future.

In this case, you can't take any risks.

Mo Hua corrected: "It was the formation that cut off the rear, not me."

What else did Zhang Lan and the others want to say, and Mo Hua said:

"Hurry up and tell everyone to evacuate first. Before evacuating, put the last spirit stones on the spirit gathering formation at the eye of the formation."

"I'll activate the formation to break off the rear. Don't worry about what happens next..."

Mo Hua's demeanor was so calm and his tone was undeniably calm. Zhang Lan and others did not doubt that he was there, so they nodded and did as Mo Hua ordered.

In the formation, there are still monks controlling the formation, including formation masters and Taoist soldiers.

They have to maintain the formation and transport spiritual stones to provide spiritual power for the operation of the formation.

Most of the spirit stones were consumed during the suppression of Feng Xi, and only a small part remained, which Mo Hua tried his best to save when he controlled the formation.

These spiritual stones were actually left intentionally by the ink paintings.

Lighting firecrackers requires fire.

To urge the formation to disintegrate, spiritual power is also needed as a trigger.

These spiritual stones are the "fire" for the disintegration of the formation.

He wants to use these spiritual stones as a guide to trigger the disintegration of the great formation and completely kill the great demon!

Since I said I would use a large formation to kill the big demon, I must keep my word.

He didn't know what this big demon was now.

But no matter whether this big demon is alive or dead, a corpse or a ghost, whether it has blood energy or death energy, once it enters his own formation, it will definitely die!

It can never get out of the formation and eat anyone else.

In the large formation, the monks were gradually evacuating and leaving.

The ink paintings that have been calculated in advance are also ready to start painting on the formation pivot, drawing the reverse spirit formation that will destroy the formation.

Before starting to write, Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, feeling very reluctant to give up.

This was the first time he built a large formation... but he couldn't keep it in the end.

The ink painting sighed slightly, and then the little hand put down the pen and drew the first counter-spirit formation.

Almost at the same time, Mr. Zhuang, who was in the middle of the mountain, felt a palpitation in his heart. He suddenly felt something and said in a daze:

Mo Hua, this kid, what is he going to do...

…

Two hours later, the monks were evacuated.

The ink painting has also finished painting the counter-spirit formation.

Mo Hua swept his consciousness and found that there was no one else in the formation except himself, and that the deep mountains were also desolate and silent, with no aura of monks, so he felt relieved.

The resurrected Feng Xi was still trapped in the formation.

There were not enough spirit stones, so Mo Hua did not activate the killing array, but only used the trapping array to trap it, preventing it from escaping from the formation.

However, the trapped formation cannot last long.

In the great formation, many formations gradually dimmed due to lack of supply of spiritual stones.

The pressure on Feng Xi was greatly reduced. At this moment, he felt the aura of the only monk in the formation.

That breath is the ink painting.

Like a small mountain, wrapped in the air of death, he walked slowly towards the ink painting.

The ground rumbled with every step.

Its eyes were black holes of darkness and fear.

Finally Feng Xi came to the ink painting.

The small ink painting stood high above, looking directly at the huge Feng Xi, with its dark and terrifying eyes.

Feng Xi's face was a human face, with different looks. After several struggles, it revealed the face of a Taoist. It spoke, but it seemed like different people were saying at the same time:

"Your breath?"

"Not timid..."

"Array Master?"

"very familiar……"

In the end, all the voices gathered into one sentence:

"Who are you?"

The cold light in Mo Hua's eyes condensed, and his voice was crisp:

"The one who sends you to heaven!"

Then Mo Hua closed his eyes slightly, and with a thought of his spiritual consciousness, he moved the center of the formation, causing the spiritual power to reverse, triggering the disintegration of the Five Elements Demon Slaying Formation!

Thank you to the book friend Wild Mathematician, 20220812183836149 for the reward~

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