Mo Hua recorded the immortal pattern, and then his spiritual consciousness was completely exhausted and he collapsed to the ground.
When he lost consciousness, he vaguely felt many monks shouting his name and running towards him.
Their voices were extremely anxious.
There are his father Mo Shan, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Commander Yang, and many people he is familiar with.
After that, he became drowsy and fainted.
...
Zhang Lan, Mo Shan and others rushed to Mo Hua and saw blood marks at the corners of his eyes, weak breath, but his pulse was stable and his blood was smooth, so they all breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, everyone sent Mo Hua to Mr. Feng for treatment.
At the same time, Mr. Zhuang was still standing in the corridor outside the bamboo room, looking at the deep mountains and pondering silently.
In that sky, there was once Feng Feng's blood energy, the powerful spiritual power of the great formation, the power of disintegration, and the power of terrifying catastrophe thunder.
But now, everything has disappeared, the sky is wide, nothing is there, and it seems like nothing has ever existed.
This is heaven, this is Tao.
Even if the world is turbulent, it will become a passing cloud and smoke in the blink of an eye. This is the case, leaving no trace.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the horizon and was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.
I have been seeing the late night from dusk.
Old Kuang couldn't stand it anymore and said coldly: "If you don't rest, you will die."
"Who will never die?"
"Then you at least change the tortuous way of dying, don't die like this dull and boring."
Mr. Zhuang did not speak anymore and was still thinking silently.
Mr. Kuang was a little surprised and was afraid that he would really seek death, so he asked:
"What are you thinking, for so long?"
"I'm thinking..." Mr. Zhuang said lightly, "When can I hide?"
"You can hide whenever you can. Haven't you been like this before? Do you have to just live alone?" Old Kuo said coldly.
Mr. Zhuang sighed, "But, what's the point?"
Puppet old frowned.
Mr. Zhuang continued: "I live one more day and one less day, there is no difference..."
Old Pu’s eyes slightly froze, “What do you want to do?”
Mr. Zhuang didn't say anything, but still looked at the horizon silently.
There used to be ink paintings.
The formation collapsed, the catastrophe dissipated, and the figure of the ink painting standing on the Dahei Mountain was deeply imprinted in Mr. Zhuang's mind.
It was getting late and darker.
Mr. Zhuang's body was swallowed by the night, but his eyes were as bright as stars, burning hope.
...
When Mo Hua woke up in a daze, he found that there was someone beside him, his mother, Liu Ruhua.
Liu Ruhua had tears in her eyes, and she reluctantly held Mo Hua's little hand in her hand, as if she had been taking care of him, but because she was too tired, she fell asleep beside Mo Hua.
Mo Hua felt warm and felt a little distressed. She stretched out her little hand and gently wiped the tears at the corner of Liu Ruhua's eyes.
Liu Ruhua woke up in shock, opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Mo Hua's smiling face, and then she gradually felt relieved.
She breathed a sigh of relief, a big stone fell to the ground in her heart, and said gently:
"You wake up and want to eat, my mother will make it for you."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he ordered a lot of things he wanted to eat.
Liu Ruhua was stunned and then laughed, "I'm still so greedy."
Then she reminded: "Mr. Feng said that your sea of ​​consciousness has been damaged, but it is not serious. You can do it after a few days of cultivation."
"But your eyes don't know what you saw and were injured. These days, I'm afraid you will occasionally be blind and cannot see things clearly, so be careful."
"Mr. Feng has refined several furnaces of elixirs to let you take them every day. After a while, please ask Mr. Feng to take a look..."
Liu Ruhua talked for a long time.
Mo Hua listened quietly and nodded repeatedly.
After a while, Mo Shan also came in and looked happy when he woke up when Mo Hua woke up.
Just a lot of care is hidden in my heart, and I don’t know how to speak for a moment, so I just asked dryly: “It’s okay…”
Mo Hua nodded, "Yes!"
Mo Shan also breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
Moshan and the other two didn’t understand what happened in the deep mountains and what Mohua did, but they didn’t ask in detail, as long as Mohua is fine.
Liu Ruhua frowned again and said, "Don't take such risks in the future..."
Mo Hua comforted, "Mom, don't worry, I've calculated everything. There will be no problem, but it just looks a little dangerous..."
Mo Shan, who was standing beside him, felt helpless:
If you make such a terrible thing, Feng Xi explodes into ashes, and the thunder of disasters is triggered. Can it be called "it looks a little dangerous"...
Liu Ruhua didn't believe it very much, and said suspiciously: "Is it really good?"
"Really!" Mo Hua nodded and said, "The formation will not deceive people. Life is life, death is death. If I leave the door of life, then I will definitely not die!"
Liu Ruhua didn't understand at all, but when she saw Mo Hua looked confident and confident, she couldn't help but pinch Mo Hua's little face and smiled gently:
"Okay, I believe in you."
Mo Hua also laughed, her eyes narrowed her crescent moon.
Mo Shan, who was standing beside him, looked at his wife and children, and his eyes softened.
Afterwards, Zhang Lan, Elder Yu, Zhou Zhangsi and others all came to see the ink paintings and gave a lot of ink paintings, most of which were eaten, some were replenishing blood, some were calming the spirit, and some were nourishing the energy...
The ink painting is very grateful and satisfied.
When everyone asked about the collapse of the formation, Mo Hua did not say the obscure word "disintegration", but only said that he wanted to make the formation "self-destruct".
Disintegration is a secret inheritance of formations, it is better to not say it easily.
As for how to destroy itself, ink painting seems to be right and wrong, and some terms such as array pivot and array patterns are said.
When everyone saw Mo Hua's words were serious, they all believed it.
Anyway, no matter whether Mo Hua tells the truth or tells lies, they can't understand it.
For the matchmaking master, the formation is already deep enough, let alone the formation collapses.
For cultivators who are not formation masters, even ordinary formations look confused, let alone the collapse of the formation and the formation.
Anyway, they just need to know that the formation was destroyed, the great demon was slaughtered, and Mo Hua was fine, which was enough.
As soon as he thought of this, everyone felt emotion, especially Elder Yu.
He didn't expect that everyone worked together to kill a big monster.
This is a feat that Tongxian City has never had in thousands of years.
Most of this is due to ink painting.
Mo Hua helped Tongxian City and also helped them...
Elder Yu and others silently remembered this matter in their hearts.
Afterwards, in order not to disturb Mo Hua's rest, everyone left.
The injuries of Mo Hua were not that serious. She was recuperating at Mr. Feng for a few days, and then went home after a few days.
His sea of ​​consciousness is slowly healing. In a short period of time, he cannot draw formations and uses less spiritual consciousness, so Mohua is just lazy and resting for a few more days.
To be continued...