Mo Hua killed the zombie disciples, "eat" its evil thoughts, and began to meditate and refine them.
There are some mottled memories in the evil thoughts.
It’s all about refining corpses, raising corpses, and controlling corpses.
The Zhang family has been passed down from generation to generation, and they do things that are sneaky. They sell coffins openly and refine corpses secretly.
The same is true for this disciple.
He is also Zhang Quan's ancestor.
But he was a very talented person, only refining energy, and without contacting zombies for a long time, he became a zombie poison.
The Zhang family was afraid that he would be exposed, so they killed him and then sealed his divine thoughts in the picture of the ancestor.
Like many other ancestors of the Zhang family.
When it is alive, it becomes a zombie, and after it dies, it is still a zombie, so the evil thoughts that appear after death are also zombies.
The Zhang family is also half human and half corpse.
The ink painting refined his evil thoughts, and at the same time, a cold, rotten and dead desire also polluted his spiritual consciousness.
In Mo Hua's heart, a bloodthirsty desire arises.
It seems that I have also become a zombie, longing for flesh and blood, and wanting to choose people and eat them.
Evil thoughts enter the heart, ink painting immediately enters into meditation, meditate in meditation, and abandon distracting desires.
Mo Hua is not panicked.
As Mr. Zhuang said, every time evil thoughts come into the heart, it is a test of one's own heart of Tao.
Whether you can uphold your original aspiration and stick to the Taoist heart in the midst of material desires and evil desires is crucial to monks.
Once the mind of Tao is lost and the original intention is destroyed, it is easy to make mistakes and be contrary to the way of heaven.
People are not born to be invincible.
The heart of Tao also needs little by little training.
Mo Hua intends to start with evil thoughts from childhood, temper her will, and gradually realize her mind.
Little by little, firmly up the heart of Tao.
Until the future, all evil will not invade.
Even if the evil god enters the mind and the demons are confused, their hearts are like mirrors and spotless.
The zombie disciple was quickly refined by the ink painting.
Its slight evil thoughts were also abandoned by ink painting.
The spiritual consciousness of ink painting has also increased significantly.
This is the most obvious time that the spiritual consciousness of ink painting has increased in the past few months.
But it's still not enough.
Mo Hua smacked her lips, and she was still unsatisfied.
The zombie disciples only refine their energy, and their spiritual thoughts are not strong. If they refine evil thoughts, they will not get much spiritual consciousness.
This little spiritual consciousness is not enough to be stuck between the teeth.
Mo Hua was a little sorry, so she opened her eyes.
Bai Zisheng stared at him with bright eyes. When Mo Hua opened his eyes, he immediately asked:
"How about it?"
Mo Hua said: "It's okay."
Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:
"What's next?"
Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "I'll take a look, you're still what I said before..."
"Yeah." Bai Zisheng nodded, "I knock you out, call you master, burn pictures, and raise the ashes..."
Although it is somewhat different from what Mo Hua said, it is quite different.
Mo Hua carefully opened this picture again. It was the "Master's Picture" on the surface, but it was actually the visualization picture of the "Zombie Picture".
He took another look.
There is also someone in the picture, looking back at him.
What was exposed was still the zombie face.
There are also zombies leaving the table, jumping out of the painting, and jumping into the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting.
This time Mo Hua put two zombies on it, and then closed the picture again.
These two zombies are still just refining energy. According to their human identity, they are disciples of the Zhang family. According to their zombies, they are just walking zombies.
These two zombie disciples jumped into the sea of ​​consciousness of Mo Hua and looked at each other, showing ecstasy on both sides.
This sea of ​​consciousness is too broad.
The spiritual consciousness inside is too rich.
Enough for them to eat for a long time.
It is even possible that you can eat it directly to build a foundation!
I didn’t expect that this young monk would be a treasure land for food in his sea of ​​consciousness.
But I haven't waited for them to be happy for long.
A fireball technique whistled and exploded in an instant.
He directly knocked a zombie away, and the bright red flames burned its whole body, causing it to suffer and struggle on the ground.
The other zombie was stunned.
What was that just now?
Fireball?
Where does the fireball technique come from in the sea of ​​consciousness?
Soon it knew where the fireball technique came from.
Because not far away, a young monk with picturesque eyes was deep, and he could not see any joy or anger, and his little hands pointed at it.
Before the zombie could react, a fireball condensed from the little monk's fingers.
This fireball is extremely fast, accurate, and extremely fierce.
In an instant, it flew to its front.
The zombie's white pupils were filled with red flames, and then the whole body was also blown away by the fireball technique, fell to the ground, and suffered from the pain of burning fire.
This pain is very real.
The zombie almost forgot that he was dead and had no physical body.
It was frightened.
Who is this little monk?
But Mo Hua doesn't intend to talk nonsense anymore.
Time is limited, so the battle is quick.
This time he stopped playing hide-and-seek, and the zombies in the Qi Refining Period could not test the details of the Zhang family's ancestors.
The ink painting is simple and crude, and directly uses fireball techniques to kill these two zombies.
After the bombardment, refine evil thoughts and enhance spiritual consciousness.
Later, the ink painting was made in the same way, opening the picture to release the corpse, bombarding the fireballs, and refining evil thoughts.
Although the evil thoughts of refining Qi are not strong, they accumulate a lot. After "eating" a few zombies, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was significantly enhanced again.
But it's still a little bit insufficient.
This time he made up his mind and hit several ancestors in the front row of the Zhang family.
The seats are high, and among the ancestors of the Zhang family, they are also named, at least they are elders of the Zhang family.
The elder's evil thoughts should be stronger.
But how do you lead them to your own sea of ​​consciousness?
Mo Hua thought about it and his eyes were slightly brighter.
He took out two pieces of paper, one covered the ancestors of the Zhang family, and the other covered the disciples of the last class.
Only a row in the middle was left, looking like an elder, the monks of the Zhang family.
Mo Hua randomly picked someone and stared at him.
After a few breaths, the "man" also turned his head and looked at Mo Hua.
Also a zombie face.
Hawk's nose, hanging eyes, a sinister face, and a gray complexion.
It's an iron corpse!
When it saw Mo Hua, it looked vicious, and then it flashed in its gray eyes, and it flashed in its greedy eyes, and it rushed into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.
After entering the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting, the iron corpse was stunned.
Even though it was an elder who had seen the world, he was shocked by Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.
Then there was a crazy laugh.
Its laughter was hoarse, its throat was broken, and it was harsh and unpleasant.
The invisible Mo Hua nodded.
It seems that the Iron Corpse Elder cannot see through his concealment...
Mo Hua held a stick again and tiptoed behind the iron corpse. He held up a stick, and looked at the iron corpse's head with a stick.
A thousand-jung stick hit the back of the iron corpse's head.
Ink painting even heard a "clang" sound.
It's like the sound of iron tools intersecting.
The palms of Mo Hua's hand were also slightly numb.
The elder of the Iron Corpse was also staggered, with a ferocious face and a little confused. He turned his head and looked even more surprised when he saw Mo Hua.
After a moment, it came back to its senses and its eyes became more and more greedy.
Looking at Mo Hua's eyes, it was like looking at a thousand-year-old ginseng.
But ink painting is a bit of a pity.
It seems that the strength of the Iron Corpse is still very strong.
It's not a big deal to beat a stick.
The iron corpse elder has a solid figure, unlike an ordinary zombie. If he sticks down, his body will be a little dispersed.
It was hit by Mo Hua and staggered a few times, looking painful, but not hurt.
The two of them confronted each other and did not take action easily.
Elder Iron Corpse could not understand the background of the ink painting. Although it was coveted, it was also afraid.
He looked at the Mo Hua carefully, looked around again, and suddenly he suddenly realized, and said hoarsely:
"I asked why, several disciples entered your sea of ​​consciousness but couldn't get out. It turned out that they were attacked by your evil hands!"
The divine consciousness is manifested and the divine consciousness is profound.
It is no inferior to the Iron Corpse Elder.
Those Zhang family members at the walking zombie realm could not be the opponent of this little monk.
It is understandable to die at his hands.
Ink painting is not allowed.
Elder Iron Corpse flashed, "What should you be guilty of killing my Zhang family?"
Mo Hua muttered in her heart:
"I not only want to kill your Zhang family, but also your Zhang family ancestor..."
But on the surface, he just doesn't care:
"They want to eat me, and I kill them, which is their own fault."
Elder Iron Corpse sneered, "They only want to eat a few bites of your spiritual sense, but you killed them. At a young age, the methods are too cruel."
Mo Hua was shocked, "Are you turning into a zombie and your brain is rotten? Is this kind of thing possible?"
Elder Iron Corpse snorted coldly.
It is thinking about the strength of ink painting in mind.
This little ghost's manifestation of consciousness should be an innate talent.
But the confrontation of divine thoughts is not that simple.
Even if this little devil has some talent, how can he compare with the corpse art techniques that the Zhang family has inherited for hundreds of years?
One or two little disciples, this little devil may be able to pick up the bargain.
But since I let myself in, this little devil is the disciples of the Zhang family, a big meal!
Elder Tiezi looked at the tender and cute Mo Hua and couldn't help licking his tongue.
Mo Hua also understood its thoughts and snorted coldly in her heart:
"Who is whose feast is not necessarily?"
Elder Tiezi couldn't help it when he looked at Mo Hua.
It suddenly opened its big mouth, revealing its fangs. On top of it, it was tempered with rotten corpse poison, and its body turned into a blue light and bit directly towards Mo Hua.
Its attacks seem to be fast, but all its behavior has long been understood by Mohua.
Ink paintings used their lapses and calmly avoided the culprit of the Iron Corpse Elder.
The Elder of Iron Corpse acted in one go, changed his moves continuously, stretched out his sharp claws, and slapped several times from different angles, but Mo Hua avoided them one by one.
Mo Hua even stepped on the head of the Iron Corpse Elder and calmly retreated.
The Iron Corpse Elder was both annoyed and angry.
How dare this little devil humiliate himself?
It was about to rush forward again, but it found that the ink painting that was stretched apart, and the fingers were a little far away, and the fire suddenly appeared.
A fireball roared.
Elder Iron Corpse's pupils shrank, and he had only time to cross his arms and blocked him.
Then the fireball Explode exploded in front of it.
The clothes on both arms were burned, revealing the iron-blue-colored arms, like dead people.
The iron arm was burned to charred.
There are still flames licking all over the body.
The Iron Corpse Elder took a breath.
Fireball?
How is that possible?
How can spiritual consciousness condense into spells?
It realized something was wrong...
This little devil is not just lucky or innately talented to manifest his spiritual consciousness.
He must have the inheritance of the divine thought method!
In the sea of ​​consciousness, magic is manifested.
This method is extremely clever. It has been parasitized in the picture for so long and has eaten so many spiritual consciousnesses of monks. I have never seen it before, and I have even heard of it.
Even my ancestors probably never knew this method.
The Iron Corpse Elder was frightened.
"It needs to be considered for a long time..."
It's really unwise to fight alone with this little devil.
We need to gather the power of the entire Zhang family, plan other plans, kill the little devil, and then share his spiritual sense.
If you have the chance, you will take his inheritance again!
The Zhang family’s strength will surely increase greatly!
Elder Iron Corpse had decided, so he began to retreat.
The ink painting instantly understood its thoughts.
Since I want to run away, I’m not polite.
He used a water prison technique to control the iron corpse, and then fireball techniques frequently occurred, one after another, and the blazing flames directly swallowed the Iron corpse Elder.
After a moment, the fire disappeared and smoke and dust spread everywhere.
The Iron Corpse Elder roared and stepped out of the fire smoke.
It has red eyes, huge body, and black skin. It has obviously become corpse and its overall strength has risen a little further.
"You little dear, you angered me!"
The Iron Corpse Elder became angry.
But for ink painting, there is actually no difference.
He still used water prison technique to control it, and then used fireball technique to kill it.
The Iron Corpse Elder had nowhere to exert his strength, so he could only let Mo Hua suppress it. He knew it was not good and tried his best to rush to Mo Hua against the explosion of the fireball technique.
But when I looked up, there was no sign in front of me.
The ink painting has used its lapse of water steps to retreat calmly, and it has opened the distance again, then controlled it with water pricking technique, and then used fireball technique to kill...
The fire was flying, and the elder of the Iron Corpse looked ferocious and had a embarrassed figure, and was frightened.
I have lived for so many years and eaten so many monks, but I am completely no match for this little monk?
I was actually suppressed by his spells so that I had no power to fight back?
Can you only be like a sandbag, fixed by spells and then hung and beaten?
The Iron Corpse Elder was incredible.
But Mo Hua also frowned.
It seems...can't be killed.
After the iron corpse was further transformed into a corpse, the flesh was too hard.
Fireball alone can be suppressed and defeated, but it is difficult to kill.
If you consume it so hard, your spiritual sense may be exhausted and your magic power will be weak, so it will find an opportunity to escape.
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, "I have to find a way to kill it."
Elder Iron Corpse also understood this truth.
It is not the opponent of Ink Painting, so it can only resist Ink Painting's fireball technique and minimize damage. Only when Ink Painting's spiritual sense is exhausted can it have the opportunity to escape or even kill.
In this way, the magic will be suppressed and the spiritual consciousness will be consumed.
This little devil can't hold on for long...
Sure enough, the fireball technique stopped after a moment.
Elder Tiezi was ecstatic. As soon as he looked up, he saw Mo Hua close his eyes and concentrate, not knowing what he was doing.
The Iron Corpse Elder was stunned.
What does this little devil mean?
Distracted or give up?
Or maybe, what happened to the spiritual consciousness?
Should I escape first, or pounce directly and kill him?
It hesitated for this moment and suddenly realized something was wrong.
The breath around the body seems to have changed.
Elder Iron Corpse suddenly looked down and saw that at some point, many light blue, fine spiritual power gossips appeared under his feet. These gossips meandered and circulated on their own, connecting them into mysterious patterns.
The Iron Corpse Elder widened his eyes.
What is this?
It saw that the opportunity was not good, and it was about to run away, but it was too late.
The first secondary formation of ink painting has been finished.
This is a golden lock array.
The light blue spiritual power formed a formation on the ground, and instead emitted golden light, condensed into spiritual power chains, locking the Iron Corpse Elder tightly in place.
Elder Iron Corpse tried several times but couldn't break free.
And after a while, the second formation was already drawn.
This is a smelting array.
The moment the formation pattern was formed, the light blue spiritual power emitted a dazzling red light, and the ground turned into a sea of ​​fire, like a flaming furnace, trapping the elder of the iron corpse and burning it.
Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.
Formation?
Is this little devil a formation master?
But is the formation master drawing the formation like this?
Without a pen or ink, you can condense the formation so quickly with just the divine thoughts?
The formation adheres to the way of heaven and kills divine thoughts.
What's more, it's such a realistic and powerful formation.
The Iron Corpse Elder's heart was trembling.
"It's over, the gutter has capsized."
It was just hungry for a long time. When it wanted to come out to eat something, it was roasted by a little ghost from somewhere.
The cultivation world is so fucking sinister!
A little devil is so dangerous.
When death is approaching, Elder Iron Corpse wants to do his best and struggle for a while.
For a moment, it broke free from the Golden Lock Array, but was fixed in place by the water pricking technique of Mo Hua. After a while, the spiritual power on the Golden Lock Array was restored again and turned into a Golden Lock, locking it firmly.
The furnace-like fusion array is not burning its body at all times.
If you cut the flesh with a blunt knife, it will be time to cut it sooner or later.
Elder Iron Corpse was desperate.
Mo Hua looked at the Elder Iron Corpse while on the side and suddenly said curiously:
"Your method of turning into a corpse was passed down by your ancestors?"
The Iron Corpse Elder gritted his teeth and said:
“So what?”
"Do you have other means?" Mo Hua asked.
The Iron Corpse Elder was angry and silent.
"You have no other means, and you will die here today." Mo Hua reminded "good intention".
Elder Iron Corpse was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Mo Hua touched her chin and thought.
This Iron Corpse Elder seems to be in trouble and has no other means.
Ink painting is a bit regretful, but also a little disappointed:
"You ancestors, will you pass on this little thing?"
Elder Tiezi sneered: "Of course it is impossible. My ancestor has many methods, so why are you a little..."
As it spoke, it suddenly stopped, and then it was suddenly shocked.
This little guy is trapping his own words?
What does he mean?
What does he want to know?
Ancestor...
He wanted to figure out the methods of his ancestors. Could it be... he was trying to make the ancestors' ideas?
Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.
No, it is impossible.
How could he be...
The Iron Corpse Elder was stunned, and then looked horrified.
No, it is possible!
With this little devil's incredible ability in the sea of ​​consciousness, he really could murder his ancestors!
If he really lets him succeed and understand the methods of the ancestor, that ancestor, the ancestor...
The ancestor is in danger!
Elder Iron Corpse's heart trembled.
Seeing that Mo Hua saw his thoughts, he saw through them, and couldn't help but say regretfully:
"It's great to be a fool."
If you understand everything, you can only kill you.
Although Mo Hua had no intention of letting him live.
Mo Hua didn't talk much anymore, and focused on activating the formation, directly refining the terrified iron corpse elder, and then swallowed it in one mouthful.
The Iron Corpse Divine Thought is much stronger.
After swallowing the ink painting, it is still impossible to refine it. It will take several days to slowly refine it.
Some evil thoughts occasionally emerge from the bottom of your heart.
Ink painting can only meditate in the future and gradually calm down the evil thoughts in his heart.
After quitting the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened her eyes and looked at the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family.
There are also many zombies, a few iron corpses, and Zhang Quan's ancestors in the picture.
Come one by one...
None of them can escape!
I just don’t know if the spiritual consciousness will directly reach the Thirteenth Line after "eating" in one pot...
Mo Hua couldn't help but think about it.
Bai Zisheng asked when he saw this, "Are you... okay?"
Mo Hua came to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."
Bai Zisheng frowned, "Something is wrong..."
Bai Zixi's eyes were like water, and she also stared at Mo Hua for a while, and said in confusion:
"How come your face looks bad?"
Mo Hua rubbed her little face, "I have to digest something bad after eating."
This chapter is a bit long, more than 5k words, so it's a little late~
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Chapter completed!