Asking about longevity

Chapter 732 Breaking the Golden Gate

 “Little senior brother…”

Cheng Mo, who was tall and tall, had a clear look in his eyes, even with a hint of admiration, which made him feel uncomfortable looking at the ink paintings.

“Can you sell me a pair of this armor? Any number of spiritual stones will do!”

Cheng Mo was so greedy that his mouth was watering.

Hearing this, several other people looked at Mo Hua with burning eyes.

Especially Situ Jian and Hao Xuan.

The two of them have not yet worn this armor, and have never experienced the increase in spiritual power or the surge in Taoist power, so they looked curious and eager.

Situ Jian is a swordsman, and he really wants to know how powerful his Lihuo Sword will be once it is amplified.

Hao Xuan is now considered a "stick" cultivator, but he was also a sword cultivator.

 No matter what Mo Hua's identity is or where he learned the formation, he has no control over it.

Mo Hua was a little helpless, "Okay..."

Cheng Mo promised with a serious face.

The sword-shaped eyebrows and long beard, and the upright face suddenly came to mind.

Elder Xun was stunned for a moment...

These monks clearly sensed Mo Hua and others, and did not shy away. They walked over in a swaggering manner and appeared at the edge of the mountain forest.

 Elder Xun in the distance finally calmed down after a series of complicated psychological struggles.

 Cheng Mo and the others looked at each other and noticed something was wrong.

This is a mid-level second-grade pig demon with a fat head and big ears. It is of a special type. It can be skinned and deboned to extract the materials. It seems to be worthy of a lot of merit.

 Elder Xun turned his head, followed the breath, and frowned slightly.

With these thoughts in mind, Elder Xun's eyes dimmed and he felt sad in his heart.

 Even if you like to sap, no one would want to try the powerful sword technique once.

 Mo Hua and several others were skinning and deboning the pig demon.

 “It’s really a terrible life...”

As a mere great-great-grandson of the Golden Core stage, I don’t have the guts, let alone the ability, to take care of my ancestor’s affairs.

He looked up and saw that it was getting late, so he said, "It's getting late. Let's skin the pig demon first and then talk about it when we get back."

"good."

 Cheng Mo raised two big axes and began to chop the pig's head.

 Other than that, other things have nothing to do with you.

A few people felt a little regretful.

Cheng Mo was a little stunned and released his consciousness, but there was no one around.

But before he could feel sad for long, several monks' breath came from the distance.

 Elder Xun nodded, and then silently glanced at Mo Hua and others.

 Elder Xun sighed in his heart.

After a moment, Mo Hua was suddenly startled. He also raised his head and looked at the mountain road on the other side. His eyes were focused and he said in a deep voice:

"somebody is coming."

But now time is passing by and the road is long, and I fear that we may never see each other again.

"However, a second-grade middle-level pig demon with rough skin and thick blood can be killed by these children..."

Remember the ancestor’s instructions and keep this child safe.

The last disciple he saw who could lead a team to hunt down mid-stage Foundation Establishment monsters with a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation level seemed to be Senior Brother Xuan...

 Senior Brother Xuan was an amazing swordsman genius back then. He was a descendant of the Dugu Ancestor who was the only master of swordsmanship and deified Taixu. He had high hopes from the entire Taixu Sect.



But seeing that Mo Hua's expression was a little solemn, Cheng Mo and the others knew what was going on. They each picked up their axes and held their swords with guarded expressions.

 Although it is a joint effort of several people, it is still very impressive.

But later, for some unknown reason, the natal spiritual sword was broken. Since then, he has been unable to recover and lost everyone.

There is no news from him now, let alone where he went.

 Others also divide the work and cooperate.

However, Cheng Mo still hurriedly said: "Senior brother, next time you want to do something, you must bring me with you. I don't ask too much, just let me wear this armor, and I will cut wherever you point me."

Mo Hua said: "This armor has many restrictions, and the formations inside are also very complicated. If I don't control it with my spiritual thoughts, I won't be able to increase my spiritual power..."

Back then, the two of us practiced together, practiced swordplay together, and were punished together, so we had a deep friendship.

 This is the ancestor’s business.

Within a moment, several monks' auras appeared within the scope of spiritual consciousness.

There are eight monks in a group, wearing golden robes, golden swords on their waists, all with golden spiritual roots, handsome appearance and arrogant expression.

 The way of thinking in ink painting is indeed true.

 It is the Broken Golden Gate…

Among these eight people, their faces are very unfamiliar. Seven of them are the middle -term group.

It seems that he is a senior fellow from Duanjinmen who is hunting monsters with a group of disciples.

Brother Duanjinmen, who is in the late stage of foundation building, is tall and thin, with a golden body, his head held high, and he looks very impressive.

To his right, a Duanjinmen disciple took a step forward, pointed at the Mo Hua people, and said:

"You kid, how brave are you? You dare to rob us of the monster that broke through the Golden Gate?"

Cheng Mo’s eyes narrowed and he said coldly:

“This pig demon was killed by us with great difficulty. Does it have anything to do with you breaking the Golden Gate?”

The Duanjinmen disciple sneered, "How can you disciples who are still in the middle stage of foundation building and still in their infancy kill this second-grade mid-level monster?"

 “This pig demon was obviously killed by us!”

"That's right," a disciple on the other side agreed: "We teamed up to besiege and injured the pig demon before. We have been chasing it for a long time, and we were about to succeed, but you guys got there first and picked the peaches... "

“Remember that we are all disciples of the sect in Qianxuezhou. If you leave the pig demon behind, we can forget about it.”

Cheng Mo saw them confusing right and wrong, and was a little angry, "Fuck you!"

The expressions of several Duanjinmen disciples changed and they said sternly:

 “Boy, keep your mouth clean!”

“Otherwise, we will have to take care of you, the elders of Taixu Clan, to discipline and discipline you.”

Cheng Mo sneered, "A bunch of losers, they don't dare to do anything themselves, they only know how to steal other people's prey."

The Duanjinmen disciple was slightly angry and said, "If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty."

The leader, Senior Brother Duanjinmen, was already a little displeased and said silently: "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

He pointed at the people in Mo Hua and ordered:

 “The monsters stay, get out of here.”

Cheng Mo was furious, and Situ Jian and others also had cold eyes.

Mo Hua’s eyes flashed slightly and he whispered:

"Walk."

Cheng Mo and others were startled, glanced at Mo Hua, suppressed their anger, and nodded slowly.

They had just fought a battle with the pig-headed demon, and their spiritual power had been consumed too much. Their strength has not yet been restored, and they cannot be the opponents of these golden gate-breaking bastards.

What's more, there is a later stage of foundation building on the opposite side.

Although they look down on the people of Duan Jinmen and think Duan Jinmen is stingy, despicable, and shameless, they will not look down on Duan Jinmen’s Duan Jin Sword Control Technique.

That senior fellow from Duanjinmen wears a golden sword at his waist, and his whole body is full of sword aura. At first glance, he is a swordsman with good skills.

 Sword cultivators in the later stages of foundation building must be very difficult to deal with.

In normal times, when they are young and energetic, no matter whether they can win or not, they will definitely rush forward and fight first.

 But now that the little senior brother has spoken, they must also follow the good deeds.

Cheng Mo and others gave the Duanjinmen disciples a vicious look, and then slowly retreated.

Mo Hua was mixed in with a few people and retreated together. He was not noticeable, and was not noticed by the disciples of Duanjinmen.

The disciples of Duanjinmen saw Cheng Mo and the others leaving in dejection, but they didn't make any move to stay. They just couldn't help but laugh loudly.

 “I want you to have a long memory...”

 “Why are you pretending to be tough? Why don’t you just run away with your tail between your legs?”

“Next time you encounter us at Broken Golden Gate, just like today, you should tuck your tail between your legs and get out as soon as possible.”

The discerning disciples raised their thumbs and flattered the senior brother who was in the late stage of foundation building:

“Senior brother, you are still so majestic. In one word, these little **** won’t even dare to fart.”

Brother Duanjinmen sneered, "What is this..."

He cast a cold look at Mo Hua and the others who were drifting away, "They are just a few brats, they are quite sensible. Otherwise, I would inevitably have to teach them the rules of the Demon Refining Mountain."

 “Senior brother, you are mighty!”

“This time, thanks to senior brother, we also benefited from it.”

“What are the eight gates? We also have to look at the face of our Broken Golden Gate..."

 A group of disciples began to flatter him again.

Elder Xun, who was squatting in the grass, felt his teeth itching after hearing this, and wanted to take action to teach these little **** who broke the Golden Gate a lesson, so as to support the Taixu Gate.

 But he thought about it and forgot about it.

 This is in the Demon Refining Mountain, not in the family or sect.

These disciples not only have to fight with monsters, but there will also be discord with other sect disciples.

 This is a matter between the disciples, and they must find a way to resolve it themselves.

 I follow the instructions of my ancestor and am only responsible for protecting the safety of Mo Hua. I will not interfere in other matters.

 A man is capable of bending and stretching.

Since Mo Hua knew how to be patient and no conflict broke out, there was no need for him to take action forcefully.

 Besides, it’s good to suffer some setbacks.

It is better to suffer a loss now and be bullied and learn a lesson than to leave the sect in the future and be tricked to death with a simple face.

only…

 The calm look of the ink painting came to Elder Xun's mind again.

Even though he was ridiculed and ridiculed by Duanjinmen disciples, the expression in the ink painting was as calm as water, and there was nothing unusual about it.

 “Is this child a patient person?”

 Elder Xun was a little unsure for a moment...

 But ink painting is obviously not.

 Leaving the spiritual consciousness of the Duanjinmen disciples, Mo Hua squatted down and began to rummage through the storage bag.

 He picked some formations and some spiritual weapons.

 “I will set up the formation myself later…”

“Some of these spiritual weapons are armors, some are spiritual swords, and I have painted the "Kinjin Formation" on them..."

 The gold-restraining formation, as the name suggests, can suppress the five elements of gold spiritual power. It is a five-element restraint formation.

 This formation method has been learned by Mo Hua for a long time.

He also took the time to ask Master Gu to help refine a few of the custom-made spiritual weapons made of gold. He usually kept them in his storage bag and kept them for later use.

 It comes in handy now.

“Also, this is the poison of the Cang Timber Wolf, painted on the sword..."

"There is also the blood of the azure snake, which is also poisonous. Mix it with it and put it on..."

Cheng Mo and others, who were feeling aggrieved and angry at first, were startled, but after thinking about it, they were not surprised.

Cheng Mo then asked in a low voice:

“Senior brother, are we going to take revenge?”

Mo Hua corrected: "It's not revenge, it's just to get our own things back, and let them remember it for a long time..."

Mo Hua’s eyes turned cold. Dare you rob my pig? !

Mo Hua continued: "You should seize the time to meditate and take the elixir to recover your spiritual power, and then you can **** them later!"

Cheng Mo and others' expressions perked up, and they said in unison:

"good!"

 The first reason why we didn’t take action before Mo Hua was because everyone had just gone through a big battle and lacked spiritual energy;

 The other reason is that there are few people on our side, which puts us at a disadvantage.

 There is also a later stage of foundation building on the opposite side.

It is unwise to fight head-on.

 It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years.

 Get out safely first.

 However, once everyone has recovered their spiritual power, the enemy is in the light and we are in the dark, and we have the time and opportunity to plan, it will be another matter.

 A gentleman does not seek revenge overnight.

A few disciples of Broken Golden Gate are not worthy of letting him wait for ten years.

 Not even for another night.

After the planning was completed, Cheng Mo and the others also recovered their spiritual power. They each put on Kejin armor, held Kejin swords in their hands, quenched the poisonous blood of various monsters, and began to use their body skills to rush through the forest.

They were young and energetic, and they were ridiculed by the Duanjinmen disciples, which made them angry.

 Now that I have the opportunity to retaliate, my eyes are filled with coldness.

 Elder Xun in the distance was a little stunned.

He had just praised Mo Hua in his heart for his "forbearance", but in the blink of an eye, they were ready to "fight" with axes and swords.

 Even quenching poison on spiritual weapons.

Who taught them this insidious method...

 Elder Xun shook his head.

It is estimated that there is going to be a real conflict now, and I can't do anything about it.

However, he also made up his mind.

If they win in Mo Hua, then just see for yourself.

If Mo Hua and the others lose, he will take action to deflect the enemy's defeat.

You are an elder after all, and you must have the "bearing" of an elder...

 Elder Xun set off silently, following behind Mo Hua and the others.

Mo Hua chased them all the way south, towards the direction where the Duanjinmen disciples left.

Along the way, Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, observed the details, and followed the traces of the disciples of Duanjinmen. After chasing for half an hour, he finally found the disciples of Duanjinmen on the top of a mountain.

　　The pig-headed demon has been stripped of its material by them.

They "returned with a full load" and now gathered at the foot of a hillside, sitting around drinking wine and eating meat.

To Mo Hua's surprise, it was already evening, the twilight was dim, the sunset was setting, and it was almost too dark.

 But this group of Jinmen Duanmen disciples don’t seem to be in a hurry to leave Demon Refining Mountain.

 “They want to spend the night in this mountain?”

Mo Hua frowned.

 You are so good, if you don’t go out early, why do you stay in the mountains?

But it’s better to stay in the mountains.

 It’s easy to start when it’s dark.

Mo Hua took out a few pieces of black cloth and asked everyone to cover their faces.

Cheng Mo said: "Senior brother, even if we cover our faces, they should be able to recognize us..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said seriously:

“Since you are committing evil, you must be ‘professional’. Since others are covering their faces, we must also cover our faces, otherwise it will be against the rules.”

 Cheng Mo nodded as if he understood.

 After preparations were completed, the group of people waited until dark, the night was dark, and the mountain breeze was cool.

Several disciples from Duanjin Gate were gathered around a bonfire, and they were slightly drunk. Only two of them were left to guard the perimeter.

Mo Hua lowered his voice and said, "Act as planned."

In order to make no noise, Cheng Mo held a branch in his mouth and nodded honestly.

 The next few people occupied good positions.

Mo Hua used the concealment technique and quietly approached the bonfire formation, then stopped at the periphery, took out a bottle of spiritual ink, and quietly poured it on the ground.

 The spiritual ink seeps into the rocky soil.

 The ink painting was drawn by spiritual thoughts. Under the shroud of darkness, the spiritual ink unconsciously began to wind around and form a formation.

Elder Xun, who was wondering what Mo Hua was going to do, was also stunned.

He knew that Mo Hua needed to set up a formation, but he didn't know how Mo Hua could set up a formation under the eyes of others.

 Now he sees it.

Even though the night was dark, his twenty-eight lines of golden elixir consciousness could still perceive the process of the ink painting formation.

 The mind is the pen, the earth is the medium, and the formation is manifested on the ground silently.

 Elder Xun took a slow breath.

He was afraid of the severity of his ancestors and did not take the path of formation, but he still had a vision under the influence of his ears and eyes.

This is definitely not a formation method that ordinary formation masters can control!

 Could this be... also taught by the ancestors?

But…

Elder Xun’s eyes trembled slightly, “Ancestor himself doesn’t know how to do it…”

 …

 Everything after that seems to be logical.

The disciples of Duanjinmen were arrogant and domineering, with little cultivation experience, but little experience in cultivation and lack of vigilance. They drank wine and chatted lively, and became more and more unwary.

 The ink painting finished drawing the formation, and they didn't know anything about it.

Mo Hua shook his head.

Fortunately, he also made several preparations to prevent the formation of divine consciousness from being discovered by Duanjinmen disciples. What should they do next?

　Now it seems that I am worrying too much.

 Then the ink painting detonates the formation.

Seventeen Patterns Second Grade High-level Formation, although it is only a high-level entry level, it is more than enough to blast these mid-level Second Grade disciples.

As soon as the formation exploded, the mud and sand rolled in the night, and the fire filled the air.

 Five of the eight Golden Gate disciples fell instantly.

The senior brother from Jinmen was also seriously injured by the explosion.

Although he is a late-stage foundation-building monk, he is a sword cultivator and does not cultivate the physical body much.

 The remaining three, Hao Xuan's sap, knocked one out.

Yang Qianjun and Cheng Mo suddenly rose up and killed one each.

 In the end, the four of them joined forces to attack the seriously injured senior brother Duan Jinmen.

Brother Duan Jinmen, who looked arrogant, indifferent, and arrogant during the day, was now reduced to a gray face, with no momentum at all, and panicked like a bereaved dog.

It seems that he really didn't expect that there would be disciples who dared to ambush them in Demon Refining Mountain.

 Fortunately, he quickly calmed down, and while activating the Broken Gold Sword Qi, he shouted angrily:

"Who are you? How dare you offend me and break the Golden Gate?"

Mo Huali ignored him.

Cheng Mo couldn’t open his mouth even though he had a branch in his mouth.

The other people didn't say anything, they just used all their moves to greet Brother Duanjinmen.

With the defense of the gold-defying armor, the killing power of the gold-defying spiritual weapon, and the demonic poison quenched on the spiritual weapon, it is not too difficult to deal with a seriously injured monk who is in the late stage of foundation building.

 But after a while, Brother Duan Jinmen finally recognized it and said in shock:

 “It’s you!”

 Those five little ghosts during the day? !

 How is it possible...

How dare these little brats, and how could they ambush the eight-member Broken Golden Gate Demon Hunting Team led by him, a late-stage foundation-building monk?

Brother Duanjinmen was shocked and angry, and sneered:

 "Okay! Okay! A bunch of little **** who don't know how to live or die, today I..."

 Before he finished speaking, the ink painting was visible.

 “He is going to use the Broken Gold Sword Technique!”

Yang Qianjun and his men immediately accelerated their offensive and suppressed the Broken Kinmen Brother.

Brother Duan Jinmen felt very aggrieved, so he reached out and took out the talisman.

Mo Hua said: "He wants to use a golden amulet."

Yang Qianjun heard this, swung his spear, and picked off the arm of Brother Jinmen.

Senior Brother Duanjinmen was shocked. Who was this kid? How could he predict the enemy's opportunity and see his every move?

He gritted his teeth and took a shot from Yang Qianjun, trading the injury for a chance to fight, and still activated the talisman.

A hazy golden light enveloped him.

The brother who broke the gold gate quickly retreated a few steps, held the golden talisman, began to accumulate energy, and used the ultimate move of breaking the gold sword.

 For a time, he was surrounded by golden light.

 The golden sword aura and the golden spiritual sword in front of him complement each other and are powerful.

Mo Hua instantly released a water prison technique, but as soon as the light blue water light came close to him, it was blocked by the golden talisman and could not interrupt the accumulation of the golden sword technique.

 Golden Talisman, immune to ordinary spell control.

Amidst the lightning and flint, the ink painting shouted crisply:

 “Attack with force and chop him down!”

 At the same time, ink paintings began to communicate with the Five Elements Source A.

Cheng Mo immediately understood and looked excited. Without any hesitation, in just a moment, he used his spiritual power to the extreme and used the mountain-breaking ax technique to strike at Brother Duanjinmen.

 He is a physical practitioner and can execute his killing moves faster.

Brother Duanjinmen couldn’t avoid it and looked ugly.

  But he had calculated it in his mind.

This ax struck last, and although it was powerful, it was not enough to stop his sword technique.

As long as I can form the sword technique, these despicable little beasts will all be finished!

Brother Duanjinmen’s eyes turned cold.

But when Cheng Mo's giant ax was halfway through, the armor on his body flashed with light, and a mysterious power descended.

 Cheng Mo's strength suddenly increased dramatically.

 His double axes are wrapped with a more dazzling luster and are more powerful.

 Brother Duanjinmen’s face changed wildly.

 Wrong!

The power of this ax suddenly became stronger? !

Brother Duan Jinmen felt a chill in his heart, but at this moment, he could do nothing but watch as Cheng Mo's big ax struck him on the shoulder.

This ax blow was so powerful and heavy that it broke his golden amulet and made him tremble all over.

 The ax blade caused severe injuries, and he was bleeding profusely.

Because it was too powerful, his half-charged Gold-Breaking Sword Technique was also interrupted.

 The spiritual power came back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to resist anymore.

This senior brother who was in the late stage of building the foundation of Jinmen was defeated. He was held by Cheng Mo with a big ax and slowly knelt in front of the ink painting.

 (End of this chapter)