Nanyue City, in the quiet bamboo room.
Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he said helplessly:
"It's a troublesome thing for me to be too smart..."
"Once you are smart, you think too much. Once you don't pay attention, you will think of something that shouldn't have thought of..."
He was holding a piece of wood and cutting the little tiger for ink painting. He was slightly stunned when he heard this and frowned:
"It's counted again?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "It's almost." He sighed slightly, "Fortunately the child is smart..."
I know to use the great Taoist aggregate to cover up my own aura, otherwise I will have to go through more trouble if I really see the appearance of that person.
Old Pu’er pondered for a moment and said silently:
"This kid Mo Hua hasn't come back for a long time..."
Mr. Zhuang's face turned slightly pale, but his eyebrows raised slightly when he heard this and said with a smile:
"What, do you miss him?"
Old Pu would ignore him and silently cut the little tiger in his hand.
Before, Mo Hua found him and said that he might need many little tigers and asked him to help carve some.
Now he has carved many little tigers, but his ink paintings are no longer in the house.
After a moment, Old Kuang sighed and said helplessly:
"I've finished eating pine nuts, no one can stir-fry them for me."
Mr. Zhuang suggested:
"Why don't you let Zisheng fight for you? He is my disciple and you are your junior. Such things should be served."
Old Kuang was a little disgusted, "The disciples of the Bai family can only take some swords, guns, swords and halberds, and the others cannot."
"It's quite a lot of attention..." Mr. Zhuang shook his head.
Old Kuang ignored him and just thought about when Mo Hua would come back.
But he couldn't figure it out, so he asked Mr. Zhuang:
“How long will it take?”
Mr. Zhuang pinched his finger, looked at the mine in the distance, his eyes moved slightly, and he said slowly:
"It's soon..."
Mr. Zhuang's eyes were a little deep.
"He has learned the formation."
"That thing is almost refined."
"The corpse energy spreads, and the secret of heaven is turbid."
"The disaster in Nanyue City this time is not small, it depends on how this child deals with it..."
Pu Lao nodded.
Mr. Zhuang looked at the mines outside the city again.
Above the mine is a hard-working mine repair.
They know nothing and are still working hard every day.
Mr. Zhuang sighed: "Every time the great disaster of heaven and earth, those who suffer will always be the lowest level monks..."
"You're sentimental again."
The old puppet voice was muffled.
Mr. Zhuang laughed at himself:
"There's no way, I'm old."
Old Kuang looked at Mr. Zhuang, and his eyes showed deep regret and melancholy.
He didn't say anything, but continued to lower his head and cut the little tiger.
One knife after another, the technique is skillful, the wood chips fall, and the lines of the little tiger are natural.
In the bamboo room, it suddenly became quiet.
After a while, Old Kuang suddenly said, "I'll kill your senior brother."
Mr. Zhuang was stunned.
"Kill him, how many more years can you live?" Old Kuang's voice was cold.
Mr. Zhuang felt warm and his elegant face showed a smile.
"Thank you."
Then he said with apologies:
"You have helped me so much, and I have not had much time, so I probably can't help you..."
Old Puppet shook his head, "If you don't care about the teacher's love, I will use the sky, puppets and earth to kill him. If you live for decades, you may still help me."
Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed:
"Can't kill..."
Old Kuang frowned, "Is it really that difficult to plant demons in Taoist heart?"
Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "He entered the Demon Palace and became a Taoist. The Taoist name he inherited was 'weird'. The inheritance of divine thoughts he obtained, and he practiced to the depths, was almost like a demon."
"He was cautious before, and even the elders could do nothing to him."
"Now his Taoist heart is a demon, and his divine thoughts are following the 'strange' path, which is very strange and cannot be killed simply by relying on cultivation and Taoism..."
Old Kuang was also silent, and there were unknown emotions hidden in his old eyes.
"How do you know if you don't kill me?"
Mr. Zhuang sighed: "You can kill him, but he will die, but who died? In the end, no one knows whether he died or not..."
Old Kuang frowned, "The Daoxin Demon is not considered the ultimate inheritance of the Demon Sect."
How could it be so terrible?
Mr. Zhuang looked sad, "It's not like a demon to be planted in the heart of Taoism, but my senior brother, he is a cultivator with the highest spiritual consciousness..."
"I don't know who else can kill him in this world..."
Mr. Zhuang looked helpless and slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, Mo Hua's innocent and smiling face appeared in his mind.
Mr. Zhuang was slightly stunned, then his eyes were obscure. After pondering for a long time, he murmured:
"It's still early..."
"Don't be killed, just live well..."
...
Lu Family Corpse Mine, in the Altar of Ten Thousand Corpse.
It was not until the thick earth formation was finished painting, and the spiritual consciousness was clear and the strange aura disappeared without a trace. Mo Hua breathed relieved.
At the same time, I was very scared and cold sweat oozed out of my back.
"It's so weird..."
He didn't recite his name or mention his Taoist name. He just thought deeply and was perceived by this Taoist man, and even his figure appeared in his heart.
The body is also faintly uncontrollable.
Take advantage of the word of the way and take refuge in the way.
What kind of method is this? Is it also a magical technique?
I dare not think about ink paintings anymore.
He hid the three words "王歌" deeply in his heart, trying not to touch or think deeply.
At the same time, ink painting is also a bit decadent.
He had previously thought that his magical consciousness was perfect, and that the confrontation at the level of spiritual consciousness could kill all directions.
But unexpectedly, I just thought about it and was noticed.
Faced with the strange shadow of the demonic Taoist, I felt that I could not start and could not compete.
Mo Hua sighed:
"You must be cautious when practicing Taoism and not be complacent."
"There are mountains outside the mountain, and there are sky outside the sky."
"The methods of a great monk at a high level are beyond the sky and the earth, and are incredible. They are not something that he can think of by his own little qi cultivation."
"Don't be complacent!"
Mo Hua silently warned himself several times, and then nodded.
Then he thought of another question:
If this kind of weird shadow is a means of divine thought.
So can I learn in the future?
Cultivate the ultimate divine consciousness and prove the Tao with the supreme divine consciousness.
So can I also be like this Taoist, with strange means and unpredictable methods?
Now I am just refining my energy, and my spiritual consciousness only has twelve lines.
But one day in the future, if one day, my spiritual consciousness is strong enough and my spiritual senses are sufficient, can I directly compete with this "striking shadow"?
If possible, then I silently recite the Taoist name of "The Strange Taoist" and catch his "Strange Shadow" to come...
Can you "eat" it directly?
Can "eat" its shadow also increase spiritual consciousness?
After refining, will you still be able to understand some magical techniques?
...
Mo Hua just had a thought, and suddenly the sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and another dry Taoist shadow appeared.
Mo Hua was shocked and quickly gathered his thoughts.
He murmured in his heart: "I didn't think about anything, I didn't think about anything..."
I don’t know how long it took, but the spiritual consciousness was clear and the strange shadows disappeared.
Mo Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Now he didn't dare to think about it anymore, but honestly forgot all his thoughts and continued to inquire about the formation and altar in front of him...
...
And in the distance, in the withered and silent forest.
"Sun Yi" noticed something and was suddenly stunned.
Then he sneered: "How dare you come?"
"I think I won't know it?"
He sat down cross-legged, took a blood pill, recovered his energy, and was about to calculate, but his heart suddenly trembled.
He felt a hint of palpitations.
This palpitations arise out of thin air, coming and going quickly.
It seems that in the dark, the secrets of heaven are moving, and some divine thoughts are growing.
It was staring at itself, with bad intentions, and it seemed that there was a little "coveting" in it...
What's the meaning?
Who can, and who dares to covet himself?
"Sun Yi" felt a little angry.
He wants to deduce in the reverse direction.
But this divine thought is like a thought, extremely weak.
It's like a fish hook thrown into the water, just a slight slight ripples appear, and then sinks into the quiet water, hiding quietly.
The water surface returned to calm without a trace.
It seemed as if someone had hidden this thought deeply in his heart.
And the heavens are always alive, and all causes and effects have already been silently running...
"Sun Yi"'s eyes were deep and empty, but finally no longer indifferent, but was stained with a layer of frost:
"Who is it..."
The mountains were silent, and strange monsters came.
After a long time, "Sun Yi" turned around, continued to walk deep and shallowly, along the original direction, but his voice was hoarse, with a hint of hatred and horror:
"Don't let me find you..."
"otherwise……"
Before he could finish his words, he was obscured by the deep and treacherous tragedy in the mountains.
Finally, I was rushed out before twelve o'clock~
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Chapter completed!