Asking about longevity

Chapter 1038 Yumo

Five brothers from Taiashan.

Ouyang’s blessing, wealth, longevity, joy, and wealth.

These five brothers were originally unknown in Tai Ashan, but with the cooperation of Mo Hua's formation, spiritual weapons and tactics, they formed a "Cookie Knife Team". With their indomitable spirit, they gradually emerged in the sword contest.

Ink painting has been passed down from the Three Mountains, and has improved their skills and sword skills. At the same time, give them good armor and giant swords.

The five brothers are like tigers.

And they are also very grateful for ink painting.

They remember the goodness of this young senior brother Mo Hua.

  It is impossible for them to show their skills in the Sword Conference and gain recognition from the sect without giving them a complete set of spiritual weapons, formations and tactics.

Now, the younger brother is standing behind them.

The genius from the four sects and seven sects in front of him wanted to break through the defense line and kill their younger brother.

This is absolutely not allowed.

The five brothers Tai Awu were angry, their eyes were deep red, and their murderous intent was even worse.

"Everyone who wants to kill the younger brother will have to die!"

At this moment, the five people were in harmony.

If you usually deal with these big men, you can also fly "kites".

But this is an offensive and defensive battle, and the sky is narrow. If you want to break through the defense line, you must walk under the giant swords of these five brothers.

Five giant swords, like purgatory guillotines, were powerful and extremely sharp, and were cruelly reaping lives.

The audience outside the venue was amazed.

The disciples from the four sects and seven sects also frowned.

Then they remembered that there was more than one ink painting in Taixu Sect, and the other disciples were actually not good at it.

It’s okay to deal with it alone, but now they are gathered by Mo Hua and are coordinated and dispatched by Mo Hua.

I want to deal with them, the difficulty has reached another level.

"Continue to rush!" someone said gritting his teeth.

"The physical cultivation will hold back, and the others will kill in!"

Several disciples of the Vajra Sect took a step forward, their muscles were as muscle as gold and stone, and there were also several physical cultivation practitioners who set up long shields to resist the giant sword like the kitchen knife of the Tai Awu brothers.

The giant sword slashed on the body of Vajra, a disciple of the Vajra Sect, and cut deep gaps.

Cut on the long shield, cracks were cut out.

The power of Tai Awu’s giant sword is heart-wrenching.

But the power of the giant sword was finally blocked for a moment.

The other people took advantage of this gap and rushed into the valley.

But as soon as they entered the valley, they were facing a blue blue moon, beautiful and sharp sword energy.

This sword energy was extremely powerful, and it strangled all the disciples who entered the valley in an instant, and even the disciples of the Vajra Sect were unable to escape.

The sword energy broke their Vajra body.

The Tai Awu brothers swung their giant swords, chopped them up in a row, and sent them away.

The valley entrance was cleared.

There were three more disciples of the Duan Kinmen who made up for it.

Then the Tai Awu brothers, together with Linghu Xiao's sword energy, were wiped out together.

The remaining disciples were afraid of the powerful killing power of Taixu Sect, so they dared not move forward, so they could only retreat temporarily.

And once they retreated.

Hao Xuan and others, under the order of Mo Hua, immediately started to set up formations at the valley entrance again.

The broken formation is restored.

The disgusting formation light lit up again at the entrance of the valley.

"Oh shit."

"It's been a waste of work..."

The disciples of the four sects and seven sects cursed in their hearts.

But no matter what, Taixu Sect barely defended this first round of offensive.

Outside the valley, Qin Cangliu's eyes flashed slightly and asked everyone:

“What should I do now?”

He actually had a plan in his mind, but he didn't say it clearly.

There are too many geniuses in the field. Although he is of good background and has a connection with Daozhou, his ancestors have served in the Dao Court for generations and are also favored by his ancestors.

But none of the people in front of me came from small things.

Who hasn’t taken care of the true top genius of Qianxue?

It’s not his turn to do what he has to do.

The geniuses from the other four sects and seven sects did not speak rashly.

Ye Qingfeng of the Great Romon pondered for a moment and stood up.

In such occasions, he can only say some things.

The Great Luomen is the strongest among the eight major sects, except for the Taixu sect.

And he is also the first person to be the four geniuses of Qianxue.

Shen Linshu, Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan and Duanmuqing are the four top geniuses, who are transcendent and shoulder the mission of competing for the first place in the sword debate for their respective sects.

They check and balance each other and it is impossible to do anything easily.

Even, as the four major sects, they are happy to agree with the seven major sects to fight to the death with the Taixu Sect.

After the Taixu Sect was destroyed, the Shura battle really began.

Only after the four of them will the real battle begin.

But under the current circumstances, Taixu Sect has to be removed.

Especially the ink paintings occupy the advantage of the terrain, and the blessing of the formation, plus Linghu Xiao and Tai Awu brothers, the genius who are extremely killing, the strength of the Taixu Sect is already the first in the eight major sects.

The four major sects may not take the Taixu Sect seriously.

But if they want to climb up the other seven gates, they must work together to get rid of this "strong enemy" of Taixu Gate.

He can only lead this matter. Some unpleasant words can only be said by him.

Ye Qingfeng said: "The biggest problem at present is the formation of ink painting."

"With a formation blocking, Taixu Sect can wait for it. Even if we can break through the formation and break into the valley, we will be intercepted by Linghu Xiao of Taixu Sect."

"And once it retreats, the ink painting will re-arrange the formation."

"But..." Ye Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, "In the Taixu Sect camp, there is only Mo Hua, a high-level formation master. He is the only one who can draw high-level formations."

"It is time-consuming and laborious to draw high-level formations."

"As long as our offensive is continuous and keeping Mo Hua exhausted, he will be exhausted sooner or later."

"Once his spiritual sense is exhausted, or the formation is drawn slowly, the green and yellow will not be connected, and it will not be able to continue."

"The defense line of Taixu Sect has lost the greatest reliance."

"Without the formation, no matter how strong Linghu Xiao and Tai'an's brothers are, they cannot stop us."

"It's only a matter of time before the Taixu Sect's destruction."

Some disciples present had already understood this principle.

But many people suddenly realized this.

They were too afraid of Mo Hua's identity as the leader of the formation, and they had a shadow in their hearts and almost forgot that this was at the sword contest.

Sword Contest, limited second-grade intermediate formation.

All the high-level formations of Namo Painting were drawn by him alone on the spot.

The monks fight in a melee, with limited time and human spiritual consciousness.

Even if he is the leader of the formation, how many formations can he draw alone?

No matter how fast he draws, can everyone break it quickly?

This principle is useless if you understand it, the key depends on how to do it.

It is not easy to put pressure on the Taixu Sect’s defense line with a "continuous" offensive.

The five giant swords like "dead-headed swords" in Taixu Sect are not vegetarians.

Not to mention, Linghu Xiao and the others were behind.

This is a hard bone.

If you really want to put pressure on them, someone must sacrifice.

In other words, we must constantly use "human lives" to fill in and consume.

This sentence is very unpleasant.

This method also has the suspicion of "betraying his fellow disciples" and using his fellow disciples as cannon fodder.

But someone will always do this evil person.

Ye Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "This is a necessary sacrifice for the benefit of the sect and to destroy Taixu."

The atmosphere was a little silent.

At this time, a disciple of Daluomon stepped forward and said, "Brother Ye, I'll do it."

Among the geniuses, his cultivation is mediocre and unknown.

With his strength, even if he survives, he will not be able to make the final decision. It is better to take the initiative to be a "cannon fodder" now to gain opportunities for his fellow students.

It can also be considered as leaving a good impression of "loyalty" in front of the senior elders of the sect.

With him taking the lead, the other ordinary geniuses of Daluomon also understood, and immediately bowed and said, "We have to do our best for the sect, and we are responsible for going through fire and water."

With the lead of the Great Romon, disciples responded to the other seven sects.

They know their strength and will never be able to compete with the real genius.

Since this is the case, it is better to take the initiative to "sacrifice" for the sect, gain a favor in front of the head elders, and reflect your own value.

This is just a sword contest, not really going to die.

In this case, you are reluctant to "salary" for the sect, so don't expect the elders and the others to take it seriously.

So, the seven gates agreed and took turns to attack the mountain.

Some of the four major sects have also been provided.

After all, they can't really stand by and watch when attacking Taixu Sect.

Among the four major sects, many people hate ink paintings.

In this way, the situation had just settled and the battle situation soon began again.

The four sects and seven sects began to use ordinary geniuses as the front drive to attack the valley entrance where Taixu Sect was hiding.

The shouts of killing were loudly loud.

The formation light ignites, and swords and magic fight together.

Brothers Tai Awu, stationed at the entrance of the valley, five giant swords were like meat grinding knives. Whoever dared to show his head would be strangled directly.

The formation of ink painting is like a fence, blocking the entrance of the valley, delaying the power of the disciples of the four sects and seven sects.

Put them in one by one for the five Tai Awu brothers to behead them.

The Shura battle gradually showed tragic signs.

The formations of ink paintings are broken one by one.

The strength of the disciples of Taixu Gate’s guarding mountain are also being weakened little by little.

And the disciples of the four sects and seven sects were also killed one by one.

The valley entrance of a line of sky has become a "life-sucking" plate.

Taixu Sect is exchanging life with "formula".

Outside the sword court, during the viewing table.

The elders of Wanzhenmen nodded with relief:

"In the melee of a large number of monks, relying on the protection of the terrain and the blessing of formations, the fellow disciples united to resist powerful enemies."

"This is the role of the formation master in the war of monks!"

"What you lose is the formation, but what others lose is human life."

"The other disciples from the four major sects and eight sects have no eyes and can destroy bridges when crossing the river..."

"Look, you're going to suffer now on the formation."

They obviously mind the matter of other sects killing donkeys and killing their disciples of Wanzhen Sect.

Now, seeing Mo Hua turned around and reaped the lives of these disciples of the sect by relying on the formation, don’t be too happy.

An elder of Wanzhenmen pointed to Fang Tian's shadow, meditating and closing his eyes to rest, and said to the disciples behind him:

"This is ink painting, this is the leader of Qianxue formation."

"Once upon a time, he was just a little short. He was my disciple of Wanchangmen and your senior brother."

"It's a pity that my Wanchangmen has little fortune and a short fate, and I missed this opportunity."

"If you have the chance today, you must look at it and study hard. This is your future role model..."

Most of the disciples nodded.

Some disciples also have a good memory and said in confusion:

"Elder, didn't you say before that this ink painting is the target of public criticism, and we should also take the blame for the injustice?"

The elder of Wanzhenmen turned dark, "One time and another time, don't mention this sentence again."

"Oh..." the disciple said weakly.

"but…"

Another elder of Wanzhen Sect sighed, "The formation needs to be prepared in advance and prepare in advance. It is really too urgent to draw the formation before the battle..." "There is only one person in this ink painting. The formation drawn by one person cannot resist the attack of so many disciples of the four sects and seven sects."

The elders of the formation were also a little regretful.

Many monks in the field saw this.

The formation of Taixu Sect will be used up soon.

After all, so far, ink painting has set up many formations.

The previous attacks of the four sects and seven sects almost exhausted all the formations he set up.

The formation he still retains can't last long.

 …

In the sword-making field, I also know the ink paintings.

The methods of the heretics of Gu were intertwined, the formations were shaking, and the rumbling sounds came one after another.

The ink painting sat peacefully in the valley on a large stone.

This big stone is ordinary, but since the ink painting entered the valley, it has been sitting there without moving for more than half.

And since entering the valley, he has been drawing formations.

With the delay of the illusion array and the hidden array, he rested and stopped, drawing a total of twenty high-level formations.

Most of these formations were consumed in previous offensives.

Now only three or four remaining pairs are left.

These three or four pairs are still being consumed and cannot last long.

The formation is about to be exhausted, and the situation is gradually becoming more and more in crisis.

"Since that's the case, then I won't hide it..."

Ink painting took out the pen and ink indifferently, spread the array medium, and began to draw the array.

This time, he stopped covering the blanket and he did not cover it up.

He has to do his best to draw the formation as fast as possible.

The ink painting has a deep gaze, concentration, and spiritual consciousness pours out, and a heavy shadow appears on the palm of the pen.

The writing of the hand is like a dragon and a snake, and the profound formation patterns flow on the paper-media jade like flowing water, forming a pair of exquisite and beautiful formations that are staggered in slightest.

This speed is really incredibly fast.

Outside the venue, the monks staring at the ink paintings were immediately in an uproar.

"this…"

"Can you still draw the formation like this?"

"This speed is too fast, it seems to be more than twice as fast as before."

"In other words, before this kid, he was not pretending to be mysterious, but really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"It's hard to understand, how can people draw so quickly?"

"And, it's really good to draw so fast? How skilled is he with these formations?"

The more everyone thought about it, the more surprised they became.

The whole Wanzhen Gate was also shocking.

A disciple asked in a low voice: "Elder, how should I learn this...?"

The elder of Wanzhen Sect looked stunned and could not speak.

  The up and down of Taixu Gate will be refreshed.

Especially, the disciples of the same school who are familiar with Mo Hua have bright eyes.

They knew that the young senior brother stopped pretending and he started to show off...

 …

  On the Valley.

Ink painting concentrates on its concentration, without saying a word, and just draws the formations blindly.

  A pair of second-grade nineteen-patterned high-level formations, formed by the tip of other pens, and portrayed on the formation media.

Like a cold and ruthless "formula machine".

The formation he drew was clothed at the entrance of the valley by Hao Xuan and a few disciples with good body skills.

  The outside is attacking with human lives.

Ink paintings are drawn inside to guard the formation.

Gradually, everyone discovered that the speed of the four sects and seven gates attacking the mountain and consuming formations was not as fast as the speed of the ink painting formations.

There is only one person in ink painting.

Although the first line of the sky is narrow and the range is not large, and the deterrence of the Tai Awu brothers, this is outrageous enough.

Amazement sounded outside the venue.

They didn't expect that there were still people in this world who could draw formations so quickly.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even some elders from the formation sects and formation families find it incredible.

At this speed, even if the top geniuses do not take action, the four sects and seven sects will be killed and the formation of ink painting will not be consumed.

"Is this the weight of the leader of Qianxue Formation..."

All the genius children who came from formation masters and who pursued formations for their whole life felt heavy in their hearts and couldn't breathe.

And in the Wancheng Gate.

Some elders were shocked, but they frowned and shook their heads and sighed:

"Taixu Sect...can't be able to defend it anymore."

Some disciples were puzzled, "Didn't they keep it?"

The speed of the ink painting formation is too fast, and the Taixu Gate is also tightly guarded.

The elder of Wanzhenmen shook his head and said unfortunately:

"He is indeed fast in drawing the formation, but the formation media is limited. It is hard to cook without rice. Once the formation media is exhausted, no matter how fast his formation is drawn, what's the use of?"

Ink paintings have dismantled the formation media and painted the formation again.

As for the swordsmanship conference, the formation has a limit, which also means that the array media of Mo Hua is also known.

Taixu Sect has its own formation. The demolition of the formation media, plus some seized ones, has only more than 30 pairs.

Previously, I set up a formation to defend in the valley and used nearly twenty pairs.

Now that we have done a lot of plans, there are only less than ten sub-array media left to use.

No matter how full the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is, no matter how fast the painting is, there are not many array media left for him to use.

In other words, the defense line in this valley can't last long.

The details of this formation are experienced by the formation elders of the Wancheng Sect, so they feel it is too early to observe.

Other monks were surprised by the speed of the ink painting array and never thought about it for a moment.

But as the situation develops, they all gradually understand.

"Taixu Sect...is going to be finished."

No matter how fast the ink painting formation is, it is useless.

Sure enough, as the offense and defense continued, the disciples of the four sects and seven sects were exhausted little by little, and the media of Mo Hua finally used up.

After using up the formation media, there is no formation to draw.

Mo Hua looked calm, neither arrogant nor impatient, nor discouraged, and began to meditate on the spot, closed her eyes and rested, and meditated to restore her spiritual consciousness.

It seems that everything around him has nothing to do with him.

He doesn't care whether this valley can be kept or not.

Linghu Xiao, the five brothers of Tai Awu are still trying their best to support, but the situation is difficult to curb and gradually worsens.

In the end, Linghu Xiao and Tai Awu brothers all retreated, and Yang Qianjun was replaced, Ouyang Xuan and the others rushed forward.

Linghu laughed at them and began to meditate with his eyes closed and restore his spiritual power.

It seems that they also understand that this valley entrance cannot be defended and they want to retain their strength for the next death battle.

After less than half an hour of tug-of-war, the light at the valley entrance was dim.

The last formation set up by Taixu Sect was finally broken.

The moment the formation was broken, Ye Qingfeng's eyes were cold, "There is no formation to be drawn ink painting, kill!"

The other four sects and seven disciples also drew out their swords and said coldly:

"kill!"

As the elder of Wanzhenmen said, the offensive and defensive battle has continued until now, and ink paintings consume "formula", but what they consume is "human life".

This is a humiliation for these disciples of the sect.

Everyone was holding their breath in their hearts.

"Destroy the Taixu Sect!"

"Tear the ink painting into pieces!"

"kill!"

A disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, relying on his body steps on the wind, flashed across the sky and rushed into the valley.

Although the next moment, he was intercepted by Yang Qianjun with a spear, repelled by Ouyang Xuan with his sword energy, and was killed by Cheng Mo's two big axes.

But more and more disciples of the four sects and seven sects had a gap and rushed into the valley.

The situation is not good. After the temporary rest, Tai Awu brothers swung their giant sword and continued to chop and kill.

Two more people were chopped to death immediately.

But without the blessing of the formation, the mountain pass was loose and the defense was weak. Even if the five of them were brave, they could not defend the mountain pass at all, so they could only try their best to intercept it.

At this moment, Shi Tiangang from the Vajra Sect was the first to face the Tai Awu brothers.

The giant sword cut on his indestructible body. When the metal and stone were handed over, it pulled out a series of fire threads, but it could not hurt him at all.

Shi Tiangang's physical refining strength is still the best even if he looks at the entire Qianxuezhou community.

Brother Tai Awu, only one confrontation room, naturally it is impossible to break his defense.

With the time Shi Tiangang has fought for, more and more geniuses from the four sects and seven sects rushed into the valley.

Linghu Xiao wanted to come out to support him and attack Shi Tiangang.

But a white light flashed, and Feng Zichen from Xiaoyao Sect had already stepped on the wind step and came to him, stabbing Linghu Xiao's face with a fast sword.

Linghu Xiao had no choice but to withdraw his move to defend.

Behind Feng Zichen, Qin Cangliu of Guishui Gate, Song Kui of Duanjin Gate, and geniuses of Lingxiao Gate, Zixia Gate and other sects rushed in one after another.

These people are not cannon fodder, but truly powerful geniuses of sects.

Cannon fodder is responsible for consumption, and geniuses are responsible for killing.

Behind them, Ye Zhiyuan, Ye Qingfeng of the Daluomen, and even Ao Zheng of the Longding Sect, Shen Zangfeng of the Qiandao Sect, and Xiao Ruohan of the Tianjian Sect, these first-class prides of heaven who had "gratitude" with Mo Hua, also held long swords and marched towards the valley, trying to kill Mo Hua and destroy Taixu Sect.

Four sects and seven sects, with crowds surging.

All the audience outside the venue felt a "kick" in their hearts.

"Taixu Sect... is over."

This is a terrifying combat power...

Once these people rushed into the valley, everyone in Taixu Sect would be cut and killed immediately, and it would be impossible for one of them to survive.

The elders of Taixu Sect felt cold in their hearts in an instant.

“I can’t help it…”

But at this time they were powerless, so they could only watch the geniuses from the four sects and seven sects rushing into the valley like a tide, and raised the butcher's knife to the disciples of the Taixu Sect.

In the valley, there are more and more geniuses from the four sects and seven sects...

The situation is about to be completely irreversible.

At this moment, the ink painting, who had been closing his eyes and resting, slowly opened his eyes.

His spiritual sense swept over, counted the number of heads of the four sects and seven sects entering the valley, and murmured:

“It’s almost done…”

In front of him were dozens of bottles of spiritual ink.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, covering the strange black light in his eyes, and then he held his hands empty, urging his spiritual sense to the extreme and hooking spiritual ink.

Ling Mo seemed to be "called" by Mo Hua, and had a slight sense of his spiritual consciousness, blending into one, and then gradually boiled, took off, and flew in the air.

"go!"

  The ink painting sounds lightly.

Dozens or hundreds of thin spiritual ink threads seemed to have life, flying forward in an instant, winding against the ground, forming a denser formation at an even more incredible speed. In just a few breaths, the entrance of the valley was completely sealed.

The light of the formation began to flash again.

More, stronger, almost instantaneous formations isolate the valley entrance.

These formations echo the earth and are one with mountains and rivers.

The abortion of people attacking the four sects and seven sects was cut off instantly.

  Outside the sword contest.

A vibration.

Previously, the monk who was shocked by the fast-moving Form Drawing Form, saw the scene in front of him, his scalp and his head was completely out of motion.

The elders of Wanzhen Sect were all shocked and stood up suddenly, their eyes trembled, and they exclaimed incredible expressions:

"Divine consciousness and ink!"

"Is it the spiritual consciousness that implies the ink formation?!"

(This chapter ends)