MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 563 One twist and one twist
Chapter 563: One twist and one twist
The Immortal Thunder Pattern, obliterate everything!
The deceitful person only took one look and felt his whole body tremble and his heart trembled with fear.
This is the fear from the avenue.
At the same time, the black soul Taoist robe on his body, which was indestructible by spells, indestructible by spiritual thoughts, and immortal by formations, condensed with the secrets of heaven and the evil spirits of the remaining souls, was instantly torn apart by the tribulation thunder, and every inch of it was shattered. For fly ashes!
“Uncle, I told you not to read it…”
He also naturally led me to take action, allowing me to plant a demon in my heart and enter this little thing's sea of consciousness.
This kind of treacherous spiritual thought is black and gray.
But if it is said to be...
The trickster's robes were shattered, and every inch of his body was destroyed.
The blackness in his eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes became clear again.
At this moment, the ink painting suddenly started to move.
“That was just now…”
"Even if you die, you will plot against me..."
Before he finished speaking, the trickster was completely wiped out by the thunder, and the evil thoughts dissipated!
Mo Hua frowned, let go of his consciousness, and sensed his sea of consciousness.
Instead of... luring me into taking the bait?
Specially naming the “little disciples” to ask me not to embarrass them is actually reminding me:
He cares very much about his little apprentice. There are secrets hidden in his little apprentice...
Mo Hua nodded seriously.
“Foundation building…mid-term?”
Infinite spiritual thoughts, bit by bit, merge into the sea of consciousness of the ink painting, filling the chasm-like gap between the thirteenth and fourteenth lines.
Whether it is a demon planted in the heart of the Tao, or a trick of heaven;
As well as the idea of using the rules of heaven to suppress powerful enemies, all of which have benefited Mo Hua a lot...
All Yuhua Zhenren present were shocked.
So when it’s time to eat, you must not be polite!
Ink painting is "hungry and thirsty", constantly refining spiritual thoughts and strengthening one's own spiritual consciousness.
It was only then that the deceitful man figured it out.
"This is…"
But when the fluctuations in his spiritual consciousness dissipated and Master Situ used his consciousness to pry again, he found that the ink painting was surrounded by fog, chaos, and weirdness, and he could not perceive anything at all.
Life is short, so if you don’t think about making progress, you have to put your disciple’s life on the mercy of others.
“Heavenly tribulation is also a killing weapon!”
“Heavenly calculations are originally used here…”
I don’t know how long it took to fill in...
The spiritual thoughts in the air were as thick as the sea, filling the surroundings.
His understanding of the deceitful ways is also deepening little by little...
Youyuhua Zhenren murmured and asked.
Even Bai Qingcheng looked surprised and felt dazed for a while.
If you refine this powerful deceptive spiritual thought, can your own spiritual consciousness break through the long-standing bottleneck...
I won’t have such good luck next time…
At the moment when the sea of consciousness broke through, Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness suddenly overflowed, and the fourteenth pattern foundation-building spiritual consciousness produced violent fluctuations and spread to all directions.
Mo Hua was shocked and couldn't help but open his eyes.
He held his head, his expression showing a bit of pain, a bit of discomfort, a bit of confusion...
Everyone was shocked and their expressions changed drastically, as if they were facing a formidable enemy!
The trickster...is awake?
Some people draw knives, some draw swords, and some offer magic weapons...
Everyone was stunned on the spot.
Then naturally, he will use the secrets of heaven to help his young apprentice solve the riddle of the heavenly formation and break the bottleneck of foundation construction.
The Dao Monument has been obliterated for me, and the Tribulation Thunder has been obliterated for me, so these deceptions should be safe, and there is no need for me to manifest the formation and incinerate it again...
Divinity in the middle stage of foundation building...
His consciousness finally crossed the threshold and reached the middle stage of foundation building—
This time it was the right time, the right place, and the right people. The uncle was unprepared, so the boat capsized in the ditch.
He is possessed by a demon, cold and heartless, and will definitely be killed if he should be killed. It is useless for him to plead for mercy.
His face is still innocent.
Situ Zhenren's eyes trembled slightly, and he was confused. Then he looked at the ink painting, his expression was startled, and in a daze, he found that the ink painting was a bit strange compared to before.
It’s useless to plead for mercy…
"How can this be…"
I do not know how long it has been.
His junior brother pretended to be exhausted, disheartened, and had no interest in life, and was going to die peacefully...
At this moment, he just happened to apply what he had learned, using a stroke of immortal lines containing thunder to deceive his uncle's evil thoughts.
“There is still a lot to learn from my uncle!”
You must remember your uncle’s teachings of “leading by example”!
The trickster was startled. Before his death, the last words of his junior brother came to his mind:
“Senior brother… My thoughts are with you, fellow seniors, don’t be embarrassed… My little disciples…”
The demonic thoughts of the Taoist demon were obliterated by the tribulation thunder, and the thoughts were shattered, but what remained was the devious spiritual thoughts that, although not pure, were very strong and majestic.
But he has already calculated everything clearly!
There seems to be something wrong.
But for a moment, they were afraid of the majesty of the deceitful Taoist and the treachery of the devil in the Taoist heart, so they did not dare to act rashly.
Uncle Master will not give him "gifts" every day.
It is a powerful and ownerless spiritual thought that has been wiped out by the great road and wiped out by thunder and lightning. It contains changes in deceitful ways.
These divine thoughts…
Fourteen lines of divine consciousness!
…
At the same time, beyond the sea of consciousness.
Mo Hua sighed, but his face was smiling like a little fox.
They looked at the small ink painting again.
The remaining spiritual thoughts of the deceitful man are also being swallowed up by the ink paintings little by little.
The trickster murmured, and then turned his attention to the ink painting.
This realization seems to be that of my uncle...
But Zhenren Situ's expression was solemn.
Zhenren Situ looked solemn and his eyes were focused.
"what happened?"
Others are a little unsure.
It seems that all the secrets have been calculated, but it is all a calculation.
One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety
If it’s not the case, there must be nothing wrong with so many fledgling monks watching.
He also learned this from his "uncle".
Even, he calculated the disaster in his spiritual consciousness!
He may not know what this killing calamity is, he may not know this ruined monument, he may not know this calamity thunder, but he must have calculated that once I come in... I will die in the sea of consciousness of his little disciple!
Knowing that he was going to die, he decided with his own life from beginning to end...
"The fluctuation of consciousness just now is...this little monk?"
Unless something abnormal happened in the child's consciousness.
“Building the foundation of spiritual consciousness?”
“Goodbye…”
The next time my uncle "sends" it, I may not dare to accept it.
The eyes in the ink painting are slightly bright.
The ink painting left a very deep impression.
Start little by little and swallow these strange thoughts.
Slowly these strange and ever-changing insights that can only be understood, cannot be expressed in words, have settled in my heart and condensed into the Taoist heart...
Mo Hua said gratefully in his heart, and then his eyes sparkled.
He is actually a little liar!
Not just him…
Who is this little monk?
Ink painting can only act, tricking the uncle to take a look at the thunder pattern of heaven.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
And junior brother...
This innocent, harmless little thing, he...
Mo Hua felt that the sea of consciousness was "full" and seemed to have "eaten" too much, but he still endured it and refined it quietly.
It is impossible for spiritual consciousness to fluctuate without any reason.
But we also have to look at who conveyed this divine consciousness...
Uncle Master’s evil thoughts are too strong.
This is the strongest spiritual existence that Mo Hua has encountered so far, and is likely to be encountered for a long time in the future...
Although Mo Hua didn't know what the use of this kind of insight was, after thinking about it, his master was so powerful, so this kind of insight must be no small matter. Even if you can't make yourself enlightened immediately, you can definitely deepen your understanding of the secrets of heaven.
Having powerful spiritual consciousness, meticulous control, condensing spells, manifesting formations, diligent study and good thinking, amazing understanding, and many tricks...
“Can the devil in the heart of the Tao...can he heal on his own?”
Uncle Master used the Tribulation Thunder to kill Demon Dao Yu Hua in front of him.
If it’s Mr. Zhuang, that’s okay, but if it’s...a deceitful person...
Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, opening his small mouth.
He shook his head in front of everyone. After his consciousness recovered a little, he raised his little hand and rubbed his eyes.
But now that I think about it, my junior brother must be well aware of these things.
They all looked at the ink painting under the umbrella of the beautiful mountains and rivers.
The deceitful man cannot believe it.
Did the trickster swallow this child’s consciousness? !
The fluctuation of spiritual consciousness at that moment was indeed the foundation of spiritual consciousness.
“This was ‘gifted’ to me by my uncle, so naturally it’s mine!”
Dali Mountain, Deadwood Cliff, in the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.
Then he blinked, looked at the flowing and full spiritual thoughts in the sea of consciousness, and couldn't help but lick his lips.
This seems to include some changes in the secrets of heaven and the understanding of the devious ways of spiritual consciousness...
…“…it will turn into ashes after looking at it!”
Wisps of black and gray spiritual thoughts with some weird aura were sucked into the belly of the ink painting.
"right…"
Under the umbrella of the beautiful mountains and rivers, the pupils of the ink painting are still dark.
Time passes little by little.
All kinds of ink paintings appear before my eyes.
At first, he only felt contempt for himself, his junior disciple who once had a lofty ideal.
If you have a devil in your heart, you will undoubtedly die. At the least, you will lose your heart, and at the most serious, you will lose your body and mind, and you will die without a burial place!
Is this the intensity of spiritual consciousness that he should have at his age, realm, and level?
The treacherous man's dark eyes were indifferent, his face was angry, and there was still a bit of panic, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised...
Absolutely unheard of? !
Situ Zhenren was shocked in his heart.
How can you be safe and sound?
Situ Zhenren stared at Mo Hua's eyes for a few times. Seeing those eyes, black and white, clean and clear, vivid and agile, he couldn't help but take a breath.
Zhenren Situ felt a chill in his heart, knowing that something bad was going on.
Junior brother is no longer here, but there is still this little thing...
The fluctuations of spiritual consciousness in the foundation-building stage are indeed not very strong for those who have emerged as feathers. It can even be said to be...insignificant...
Mo Hua felt a little hot in his heart and immediately meditated.
When Mo Hua felt happy, he began to calm down, inhaling, breathing, refining, and understanding.
“Little nephew, we can still...”
Obviously it is only the pinnacle of foundation building, but the sense of oppression is pervasive.
“Uncle Master is such a good person!”
Finally, the gap in divine consciousness between the early stage of foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building was completely filled!
The natural chasm has been eliminated, and spiritual thoughts have ascended the steps!
Mo Hua suddenly trembled in the sea of consciousness, and felt that his spiritual consciousness suddenly grew stronger. The sea of consciousness expanded to all directions, and his spiritual thoughts became stronger and stronger.
When he opens his eyes again.
Now that he has been possessed by Taoist demons, the only abnormality is probably...
He took one last look at the ink painting, smiled faintly with a strange face, and said in an ethereal and broken voice:
It was so quiet in the room that you could hear a needle drop.
After confirming that "Uncle Master"'s demonic thoughts had been wiped out by the tribulation thunder, shattered into pieces, and completely destroyed, he sat down on the ground and took a long breath.
The spiritual consciousness of ink painting is also growing little by little.
It is obvious that someone or something has blocked the Qi mechanism, and there is cause and effect.
In a head-to-head confrontation, he is no match at all.
But his eyes are deep, half clear and half eerie, the two blending together.
One twist and one twist, completely natural...
Thanks to the chocolate of the wind, the burned flame mage, katiestar, and the wind guardian for the rewards~
(End of this chapter)
