Asking about longevity

The sky is dark and the sunset is falling.

A ray of sunset shone on this strange Taoist, giving off a deathly haze.

Mo Hua's breath was suffocated, and his heart was beating wildly.

Although he had never seen this person before, he was extremely familiar with this aura.

Feng Xi, the great demon who came back from the dead in Tongxian City.

The king of corpses half way through Nanyue City.

Also, as I silently recited the Taoist name, the dark and lifeless figure emerged from the sea of ​​consciousness...

They all have the same aura as this person.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This person is the extremely vicious Taoist from the Demon Cult that the master did not let him think about or mention...

Trickster! !

On the other side, a group of golden elixir demon cultivators saw this Taoist, their expressions were solemn, confused, or disdainful.

Among them, not all of them know the trickster.

However, the old devil in blood robe knew.

He is a servant of the Holy Son. He is in the late stage of Jindan. He is very experienced and knowledgeable. Even though he has never seen it with his own eyes, he knows very well about some of the taboos of the Demon Cult.

The trickster...

The title of Taoist is not a trivial matter. It does not mean that one is qualified to be named a Taoist simply because of his high cultivation level and heavy killings.

What's more, his title still has the word sly in it.

The blood-robed old devil's heart was solemn.

He didn't know what the trickster wanted to do. He suddenly appeared at this moment and what his intentions were, so he cupped his hands and said:

senior……

The deceitful Taoist kept walking towards the crowd as if he hadn't heard anything.

The blood-robed old devil's face was as dark as water.

A demon cultivator sneered and said, Is this person a trickster?

Why are you so sloppy?

It's like a broken house...

Looking at your cultivation level, it's just building a foundation?

Isn't he a living dead?

Mysterious...

All the demon cultivators showed disdain.

The Dali Mountain state boundary is the third-level state boundary, which is limited by the law of heaven, and Jindan is the upper limit.

Their group of evil heretics, including more than twenty great demon cultivators in the Golden Core Realm, basically run amok in this state border.

Unless there is something against the heavens such as the Immortality Talisman, they have nothing to worry about.

But the two longevity charms were broken.

The golden body of the Dharma was even erased by the way of heaven.

Such treasures are rare, let alone rare.

Therefore, these demonic cultivators are not afraid of the Taoist Taoists.

Even though the words were a little rude, I expected that this Taoist would not be able to do anything about it.

But this Taoist was like a dead man, indifferent to everything and just moving forward.

The steps are weak and the blood is weak.

The blood-robed old devil frowned, and couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Is this person really a deceitful person?

He stared at this person for a long time, and even scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing unusual.

His spiritual thoughts are not strong, his cultivation is very weak, and his physical body is in disrepair.

It doesn't look like he is a Taoist from the Demon Sect at all.

It's not like I admitted my mistake...

The blood-robed old devil frowned.

The Holy Son also hesitated a little, then asked directly:

Are you a trickster?

The Taoist still didn't answer and kept to himself.

A red-faced demon cultivator couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily: That Taoist man, you are so brave! How dare you not answer the Holy Son's question?

The Taoist still didn't respond.

The red-faced demon cultivator couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked the Taoist to the ground with just one kick.

This kick wasn't too hard, but it still broke the Taoist's bones.

The Taoist struggled on the ground, trying to get up, but his limbs were uncoordinated, like a praying mantis with its body broken. It looked funny and ridiculous.

All the demon cultivators laughed loudly.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi frowned, a little confused.

Mo Hua couldn't smile at all. On the contrary, his eyes were deep and his expression became more and more solemn.

The man was still struggling, looking embarrassed and ugly.

The blood-robed old devil looked indifferent.

When the Holy Son saw this, he didn't even bother to sneer.

The red-faced demon cultivator gained confidence, strode forward, and trampled the Taoist's limbs with one kick after another. Then, as if he was still angry, he pulled out a ghost knife and chopped the Taoist until his flesh and blood were blurred.

Some demon cultivators said in disgust: Why is it so bloody?

You are really free...

The red-faced demon cultivator sneered, What do you know? This is the 'Crooked Taoist', the rumored Taoist. He must die with dignity no matter what.

The person I killed was a trickster!

The red-faced demon cultivator laughed ferociously, If you kill the Taoist, you will become famous and your reputation will shock the demons. The next Taoist must be me!

What nonsense are you talking about? A demonic cultivator with squinting eyes cursed.

The red-faced demon cultivator's pupils were dark, You don't obey me?

What kind of clothes do you wear? Do you deserve it? The squinting demon cultivator sneered.

The red-faced demon cultivator stared at him blankly, You also want to be a Taoist?

What kind of Taoist...

Before the slant-eyed demon cultivator finished speaking, he was suddenly startled, with a ferocious look on his face, Nonsense, who doesn't want to be a Taoist?!

The red-faced demon cultivator's voice was hoarse, Wishful thinking, there can only be one Taoist!

The slant-eyed demon cultivator looked strange and said with a ferocious smile: That's right, that person can only be me...

The red-faced demon cultivator was furious. He slashed with the ghost sword, and the demonic energy was fierce. He immediately slashed at the slant-eyed demon cultivator, You fucking deserve it?!

The slant-eyed demon cultivator swung his two ghost swords horizontally, and the yin energy around his body surged, and he also attacked the red-faced demon cultivator, I am not worthy, how can you, a loser like you, be worthy?

The two people looked violent, their swords clashed, and they started fighting as if no one was around...

The Holy Son looked puzzled.

What are these two idiots fighting?

At this time, what kind of Taoist should we fight for?

Brain eaten by a pig?

Stop! the Holy Son said impatiently.

But not only did the two men not stop fighting, but the more they fought, the more fierce they became, and the more they fought, the more vicious they were, as if they wanted to kill each other.

The other demon cultivators sneered at the show.

The demonic cultivators were doing whatever they wanted. Even though they were from the same sect, they were also instigating and fighting overtly and covertly. At this time, seeing two people fighting to the death, all the other demonic cultivators were indifferent.

However, the two red-faced demon cultivators fought hard, and the demonic energy in the golden elixir realm inevitably affected others.

A demon cultivator with a fleshy face and a huge body accidentally cut his Taoist robe to pieces by the bloody sword energy of the red-faced demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator was furious, You bastard, are you looking for death?!

The red-faced demon cultivator glanced at the demon cultivator with completely dark eyes, and his voice was hoarse and cold, as if he had lost all human emotions:

Do you also want to be a Taoist?

Be your mother's Taoist!

The demonic cultivator's face was trembling wildly, and he was clearly very angry. His body suddenly swelled up a bit, and the muscles all over his body were knotted and as hard as fine iron. The demonic aura was surging, and he punched the red-faced demonic cultivator.

But at this time, his expression was startled and his words changed:

Who the hell doesn't want to be a Taoist?

The demon cultivator, full of demonic aura, also joined in the fight.

The Holy Son frowned and said sternly: Stop!

But the few people who were caught in the fight didn't listen to him at all.

Not only that, more and more golden elixir demon cultivators were affected by the battle and had to be involved in this absurd and weird fight...

Only then did the Holy Son realize that something was wrong. His heart felt cold and he couldn't help but glance at the old devil in blood robe.

The blood-robed old devil's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly took a few steps back while protecting the Holy Son.

And this bloody fight is becoming increasingly unstoppable...

I am a Taoist!

No, you don't deserve it, I do!

Kill you, and I will become a Taoist!

…

The two words Taoist seem to have magic power and are rooted in the deepest desires. All the golden elixir demon cultivators are gradually attracted by these two words:

I practice Xuan Yin Demonic Skills and Yin Flags, and I should be a Taoist!

Xuanyin Demonic Skill is worse than bullshit!

I practice the Demonic Way, eat human flesh and drink human blood. I am the Taoist!

Whoever is born is a Taoist!

Whoever dies becomes an ant!

kill!

kill!

kill!!

…

All the golden elixir demon cultivators seemed to have lost their minds and fell into endless, unimaginable, and crazy cannibalism...

Demonic energy spread everywhere, and blood spilled everywhere.

The sunset seemed to be dyed red with blood.

The physical body contends with witchcraft.

Blood energy condenses the sword, and Yin energy turns into the sword.

Demonic magic weapons are flying everywhere, including skeletons, blood flags, ghost knives, ghost swords, soul-hiding coffins, and corpse-suppressing towers... each showing their magical powers.

In order to become Taoists, the demonic cultivators seemed to be inspired by the most primitive evil thoughts. With great malice, they resented, hated, insulted and rebuked each other...

They even gnaw and bite each other until death...

They fought with all their strength, roared at the top of their lungs, and laughed ferociously.

The entire Dali Mountain is like a hell on earth...

The blood-robed old devil was far away and still had his mind intact. When he saw this scene, even though he had seen a lot, he was frightened and said in disbelief:

Tao Xin...growing a demon?

The Holy Son also looked horrified.

Tao Heart Seed Demon...

Is this... a Taoist demon?

No, that's not right.

The demon in his mind is not like this at all...

Far from being so powerful and terrifying...

Twenty golden elixir demon cultivators, without any warning, were imbued with demonic thoughts without even realizing it, and they started killing each other without stopping...

Like a pig with flesh and blood being manipulated in a slaughterhouse...

I don’t know how I died.

Is this...the trickster?

…

The fight between the golden elixir demon cultivators went from absurd, to intense, to brutal, to cruel, to lull...

The mountains and forests are in chaos, like purgatory.

The battle between Taoists has also come to an end.

Twenty golden elixir demon cultivators were all killed or injured.

There was only one tall, thin, plain-looking Jindan demon cultivator left.

He walked up to the Taoist who had been hacked to death by the red-faced demon cultivator before, peeled off the blood-stained Taoist robe of the dead man, and put it on himself.

A strange smile of victory appeared on his face.

I am a Taoist!

As soon as these words came out, everyone present felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

The Taoist was like a puppet, moving his hands and feet uncoordinatedly to make the ill-fitting Taoist robe even more inappropriate and sinister.

Then the Taoist walked towards the Holy Son as usual.

It seemed like I was about to finish a road that I had not finished before.

Only this time, his steps were much lighter.

The blood-robed old devil gritted his teeth and stood in front of the Holy Son, saying in a deep voice:

Senior, please show mercy!

Seeing that the Taoist was indifferent, the old demon in blood robe continued to tremble:

Senior, he is the Holy Son!

You and I are both members of the devil's path. We should know that the Holy Son has a high status!

The Holy Son has noble blood... He has the qualifications to aspire to the Dao lineage and succeed the Demon Lord. It is very likely that he will be the Demon Lord of the Demon Dao in the future. There must be no mistakes!

Son……

…

But no matter what he said, the Taoist would not stop.

It was as if he only acted according to his own thoughts, and turned a deaf ear to everyone, everything, and everything outside his heart.

Seeing that there was no room for change, the blood-robed old devil's eyes turned cold.

Okay, since you don't know what's good, don't blame me for being rude!

He sacrificed a bronze soul-keeping bell to protect his mind, and then recited the Gu curse. The bloody robe around him seemed to come to life, turning into a pool of flowing blood to protect his physical body.

A dark magic sword floated in front of him.

This is his natal magic weapon, and it is also the most powerful, evil, and filthy standard magic weapon in the golden elixir stage of the devil’s path:

Black Demon Sword.

The soul-guarding bell protects the heart, the blood-refining robe protects the body, and the black devil sword kills.

The third-grade Dalishan state is within the boundaries and under the restrictions of heaven.

The blood-robed old devil in the late Golden Elixir stage, holding these three magic treasures, is close to the peak of the monk's combat power under the restrictions of heaven!

The blood-robed old devil stared at the Taoist and said majestically:

Anyone who offends the Holy Son will be killed without mercy!

This kind of power seemed to intimidate the Taoist.

The Taoist stopped, looked at the old devil in blood-robed robes with his dark eyes, then looked at the Holy Son, and said an indifferent word:

You want to protect him?

His voice was hoarse, like dead wood, and it sounded a little distorted as if there was air leaking from his throat.

This is natural... the old demon in blood robe said.

Why?

Is he worthy?

The face of the Taoist changed, and the number of words suddenly increased...

It clearly came from one person's mouth, but it seemed that it was different people speaking together with different voices through the same mouth.

Although the tone is calm, it is mixed with all kinds of sorrow and anger in the world.

Anger, unwillingness, hatred, sarcasm, disdain...all kinds of emotions, as thick as wine and as thick as ink, brewing together:

You are a golden elixir and a great demon cultivator!

Why would you risk your life to protect this junior?

Why is he the Holy Son?

He is the Holy Son?

Why is he the Holy Son?

Why can he boss you around? Why should he make you grovel? Why should he make you bow down and be a slave?

Based on the blood of his holy son?

What does blood mean?

After death, a person is nothing but a pool of blood and a pile of rotten flesh. What does blood mean?

Why are some people born as sons of the Holy Spirit?

But some people want to be slaves and maids?

Just that putrid skin and a puddle of dried blood?

Why?

All the voices of the Taoist came together, noisy and harsh, but penetrated into the heart and asked:

Why can't the Holy Son be you?

Why can't the Demon Lord be you?

Holy Lord Demon Lord, would you rather have the seed?

It's just a pool of flesh and blood...

Living is the same as living, and dying is the same as dying...

…

When the Taoist's demonic voice reached his ears, the blood-robed old demon's eyes trembled, his whole body trembled, and he forced himself to calm down:

No, no, he is the Holy Son, he has the blood of the Holy Son...

The Taoist's voice was heavy and gentle, but also had a strange indifference and endless bewitchment:

Then you eat him...

Eat his flesh and drink his blood!

Swallow his blood!

You will become the Holy Lord!

The blood-robed old devil's legs went weak, and he couldn't help but staggered. He took a few steps back, his eyes panicked, and his heart was shaken.

No!

wrong!

This Taoist is lying to me!

But……

He clearly knew that this Taoist was lying to him!

But endless desires and impulses still surged in his heart.

Yes, this person is lying to himself...

But... was he really lying to himself?

Is what he said wrong?

Why?

Why should I, a dignified golden elixir demon cultivator, be a humble old slave, groveling and begging for mercy?

Aren’t those who cultivate demons supposed to be lawless and do as they please?

What does it mean to eat someone?

What does it mean to eat a holy son? !

There was a clang sound.

The soul-keeping bell shattered in response to the sound.

The heart and soul of the blood-robed old demon has been lost...

There was great fear in his eyes.

He felt that his consciousness was divided into two halves. One part still had reason and knew what he couldn't do, but the other part was filled with terrible instincts and desires.

This instinct drove him to walk towards the Holy Son step by step with greedy eyes, as if he really wanted to...

Eat the Holy Son alive!

No!

The blood-robed old devil was struggling with his sanity.

He must not harm the Holy Son!

The blood-robed old demon's expression became ferocious due to the struggle, with huge fragmentation and pain appearing on his face. Finally, his rationality returned a little, and he gradually began to control his body.

But I can only control part of it.

He controlled his left leg, and his right leg was still walking towards the Holy Son. He fell to the ground, controlled his left hand, and his right hand was scratching the ground, crawling towards the Holy Son.

No matter how ugly the blood-robed old devil struggled, he couldn't control himself and approached the Holy Son step by step.

The closer he got to the Holy Son, the stronger the murderous intention in his heart became, and the deeper his hunger and thirst became.

But the Holy Son was so frightened that he stood motionless.

You cannot harm the Holy Son!

The Holy Son is so noble that there is no room for error!

The blood-robed old devil was heartbroken and angrily cut off his meridians and disabled his limbs.

But he is a golden elixir, his meridians are severed, his limbs are disabled, and he still has blood, demonic energy, and his own magic weapon...

As long as he lives, the Son must die.

The blood-robed old devil looked desperate.

Is this... a deceitful person...

He glanced at the Holy Son, smiled sadly, then looked fiercely, pointed his fingers into claws, and cut off his heart. At the same time, his spiritual power was reversed, and he destroyed the golden elixir!

The golden elixir self-destructs, which is extremely powerful.

In an instant, demonic energy surged and blood mist filled the sky.

The blood-robed old devil only sealed the power of self-destruction in his body in order not to harm the Holy Son. Therefore, the blood mist was thick and powerful, but the power of the overflow was not strong.

The old devil in blood robe is dead.

Everyone present was shocked.

The deceitful man looked as usual, dismissing the death of the blood-robed old devil:

If you have the courage to die, if you don't have the courage to rebel, you are too servile...

After saying that, he walked towards the Holy Son again, his eyes indifferent, as if looking at nothing.

It seems as if someone as noble as the Holy Son is nothing more than a pile of dead bones and rotten flesh.

The frightened Holy Son finally came to his senses, his steps faltered, he fell to the ground, and struggled to retreat.

More than twenty demonic golden elixirs were all killed at the hands of deceitful people!

Moreover, the death was strange, cruel, without warning, and impossible to prevent.

There was no arrogance or indifference on the face of the Holy Son, but only endless fear.

I...I am the Holy Son...you can't kill me!

No, don't be a demon in your heart!

Don't plant a demon!

I don't want to become neither human nor ghost!

But the trickster didn't listen at all. In a few steps, he was already close to the Holy Son. A pair of long, pale and blood-stained hands slowly reached out to the Holy Son.

The Holy Son felt that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst. He racked his brains and struggled to survive:

No, don't kill me!

I am the Holy Son, and I may be the Demon King in the future!

My father is the leader of the Ghost King Sect, and my mother is the Blood Jade Rakshasa...

…

But these words can't stop the trickster at all.

At this moment, the Holy Son shouted, I have the bloodline of a 'Blood Taoist' and am a descendant of a Blood Taoist...

The trickster's hand stopped.

At this time, Mo Hua's eyes were slightly focused.

He heard the name of another Taoist:

Blood Taoist.

I don't know if it was because of the bloody Taoist, but the trickster lowered his hand and let the Holy Son go.

The Holy Son was panting heavily for the rest of his life, and then he realized that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The trickster brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.

By this time, these crises had passed.

The Holy Son also deeply understood the weight of the word Taoist.

He secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the trickster fearfully. Although his voice was still trembling, he still said respectfully:

The Blood Taoist is my ancestor, a great demon cultivator in ancient times. You also have the title of Taoist. Therefore, I should respectfully address you as 'Master-uncle'?

The trickster paid no attention at all.

He turned his head and looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, with a different emotion revealed in his dark pupils.

Then, he walked towards Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi step by step.

Although his voice was a bit choppy and stiff, his tone was no longer weird and became normal:

You are my junior brother's disciples?

Still... my junior sister's child...

I want you to lead the way and take me to meet...my junior brother.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked pale.

Aunt Xue looked even more frightened.

She knew that this was by no means as simple as leading the way.

The trickster wants to catch Zisheng and Zixi and use them as bargaining chips!

The deceitful person acts erratically and is cruel and cruel.

He won't miss any old feelings.

Once captured by a deceitful person, life or death is unknown, misfortune or fortune is unpredictable, and it is very likely that he will never come back...

Even if you come back, you are likely to be demon-seeded by the Taoist Heart and controlled by it, and your life will be worse than death...

Aunt Xue felt pain in her heart and was extremely anxious, Senior...

But soon, she found that she was speechless, and she couldn't even move a finger.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also unable to move.

The trickster approached them step by step, with a calm expression, and stretched out his long and bloody palm, trying to catch the two of them...

Aunt Xue was so distraught that she couldn't help but spit out blood.

It was deathly silent.

At this moment, a crisp but abrupt voice sounded:

Uncle...

This voice broke the dead silence.

The trickster turned his head and found a young monk standing not far away. His expression was calm, his eyes were clear and somewhat profound.

I'll take you there. Mo Hua said.

The trickster looked at Mo Hua with cold eyes and didn't care.

Suddenly his heart palpitated.

Don't care...

How could I...not care?

How could I...just...miss this little thing...

The trickster looked at the ink painting and calculated it carefully. He felt the clouds disappear, cause and effect were cleared up, and a small figure gradually appeared in his mind.

This is... the person who was hidden by my junior brother...

The dark eyes of the trickster trembled slightly.

Okay... A lively and weird expression appeared on the trickster's face, Just go with me...

Having you is enough...

Mo Hua nodded.

Junior brother! Bai Zisheng was anxious.

Bai Zixi's eyes trembled and she said eagerly: Mo Hua!

Aunt Xue bit her lip, helpless.

Mo Hua smiled gently at them, waved his hands and said:

Brother and sister, you should go back first. I and my uncle will go see Master...

The trickster glanced at Mo Hua in surprise, then turned around and staggered forward.

Mo Hua followed him.

The sun has set.

Two figures, one big and one small, one strange and one innocent, step by step, walked towards the way they came...