The fairy sky thunder pattern erases everything!
The demon Taoist felt his whole body trembling and his heart was frightened when he just glanced at it.
This is fear from the Avenue.
At the same time, the black soul Taoist robe on his body was not broken, the magical thoughts were not invaded, the formation was immortal, the dark Taoist robe that contained the secrets of heaven and the evil spirits and the brutally murdered souls were instantly torn apart by the thunder and turned into ashes in an instant!
"Master, I told you not to see it..."
Mo Hua sighed in a tone, but her face looked like a little fox, smiling.
"...It will be wiped out after seeing it!"
The devilish Taoist was unbelievable.
This innocent little thing, harmless, he...
He was actually a little liar!
Not only him...
And junior brother...
The intrigue Taoist only realized it at this time.
His junior brother pretended to be like, he had done everything he could, was discouraged, had no interest in life, and was safe to die...
But he had already figured everything out clearly!
The intriguing Taoist was stunned. Before his junior brother died, his last sentence came to his mind again:
"Senior brother... I'm thinking about a fight between brothers, don't make things difficult for me... my little disciples..."
At the beginning, he only felt contempt for his junior brother who was once more incest.
Life is not long, and if you don’t want to make progress, you must also place your disciple’s life on the compassion of others.
He is already possessed by the devil and is indifferent and ruthless. He will definitely kill him if he deserves to. It is useless for him to plead with mercy.
But at this moment, when I think about it, my junior brother must know these things.
Pleading is useless...
So his words were not pleading with me.
But is it... leading me to the bait?
I specifically pointed out the "little apprentice" and told me not to make things difficult for them. In fact, I was reminding me:
He cared very much about his little apprentice, and there was a secret hidden in his little apprentice…
He also naturally led me to take action, let me take the lead in the mind of Taoism and enter the sea of ​​consciousness of this little thing.
Then, naturally, he would use the secrets of heaven to help his little disciple solve the puzzle of the Heavenly Array and break the bottleneck of foundation building.
Even he calculated the murder disaster in this spiritual consciousness!
He may not know what this killing disaster is, he may not know the residual monument, or he may not know the catastrophe thunder, but he must have calculated that once I come in... I will die in his little disciple's sea of ​​consciousness!
Knowing that he would die, he made a plan from beginning to end...
It seems that the secrets of heaven are all calculated, but they are all calculations.
"Tianji Yansuan, it turns out that it is used here..."
The insidious Taoist had a cold eyes, anger on his face, and a little bit of fear left, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised...
"If you die, you have to plot against me..."
The intriguing Taoist murmured, then turned his gaze to the ink painting.
All kinds of ink paintings appear before my eyes.
The spiritual consciousness is powerful, the control is intricate, the magic is condensed, the formation is manifested, the diligent study and good thinking are good, the understanding is amazing, and the tricks are numerous...
The junior brother is gone, but there is still this little thing...
The Taoist robe of the intrigue Taoist was shattered and his body was annihilated inch by inch.
He finally looked at Mohua, his strange face smiled faintly, and his voice was vague and broken:
"My nephew, we will..."
“Goodbye…”
Before he finished speaking, the demonic Taoist was completely wiped out by the thunder of robbery, and the demonic thoughts dissipated!
Mo Hua frowned, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and sensed his own sea of ​​consciousness.
After confirming that the "Master" of the Daoxin Demon's idea of ​​"Master" had been erased by the thunder of disaster, fragmented and completely disappeared, he sat on the ground and took a long breath.
Master’s devil’s idea is too strong.
This is the strongest divine thought that the ink painting has encountered so far, and it is likely that it will be encountered in a long time in the future.
It is obviously just the peak of foundation building, but the sense of oppression is everywhere.
He is no match for the head-on battle.
Mo Hua can only act, and he tricked his master into taking a look at the thunder pattern of heaven.
This is also what he learned from his "master".
Dali Mountain, the Dead Wood Cliff, and the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.
In front of him, the uncle used the thunder to kill the demonic feathers.
The ink painting is very impressive.
"The heavenly tribulation is also a killing weapon!"
At this moment, he just took what he learned and used his magical pattern containing the thunder of the catastrophe to kill his uncle's devil.
"There are many things worth learning from instructors!"
Whether it is the magic of the mind of Taoism, it is the magic of heaven;
There are also the idea of ​​using the rules of heaven and killing powerful enemies, which have benefited a lot from the Mo Hua...
You must keep in mind the teachings of your master’s “setting by example”!
Mo Hua nodded seriously.
Then he blinked, looked at the flowing and full of spiritual thoughts in the sea of ​​consciousness, and couldn't help licking his lips.
The demonic thoughts of the demons of the Taoist heart are wiped out by the thunder of disaster, and their thoughts are shattered, but they remain. Although they are not pure, they are very thick and extremely majestic magical thoughts.
This kind of devilish divine thought is black and gray.
It was wiped out by the great way and erased by the thunder, including the changes in the mysterious way, and the powerful masterless divine thought.
The eyes are slightly brighter in ink painting.
"This is given to me by my master, so of course it is mine!"
"My master is such a good person!"
Mo Hua said gratefully, and then his eyes shone.
If you refine this powerful magical divine consciousness, can your own divine consciousness break through the long-standing bottleneck...
Mo Hua's heart was slightly hot, so he immediately meditated and meditated.
Start to devour these wits little by little.
The Taoist monument has been erased for me, and the thunder has been erased for me, so these thoughts should be safe, and there is no need to manifest the formation and burn it again...
The sky was filled with divine thoughts as thick as the sea.
Mo Hua held her breath and focused, and opened her small mouth.
Straws of black and gray, and some strange aura were sucked into the belly by Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's mind was shocked and she couldn't help but open her eyes.
These divine thoughts...
It seems something is wrong.
This seems to include some changes in the mysterious and mysterious calculations and the insights into the mysterious path of the divine consciousness...
This kind of insight seems to be the master's insight...
Although I don’t know what this kind of insight is useful, after thinking about it, my master is so powerful, and this kind of insight is definitely not a small matter.
Even if you cannot immediately achieve enlightenment, you will definitely deepen your understanding of the secrets and tricks of heaven.
Mo Hua was happy and began to calm down. While sucking and breathing, he experienced understanding and understanding.
These bizarre and changeable perceptions that can only be understood but not expressed in words, are slowly accumulated in the heart and condensed on the heart of Taoism...
Time passes by little by little.
The remaining divine thoughts of the incantation are also gradually swallowed up by ink paintings.
The spiritual consciousness of ink painting is also growing stronger little by little.
His understanding of the devil is also deepening little by little...
Mo Hua felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was very "sustainable" and seemed to have "eat too much", but he still endured it and refined it quietly.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
My master will not "gift" him every day.
Next time my uncle "sends" him, I may not dare to accept him.
This time, the right time, place and people are harmonious, and the teacher is not prepared, so the small gutter will capsize.
I won't have such good luck next time...
So when it's time to eat, you must not be polite!
The ink painting is "like hunger and thirsty", constantly refining the spiritual thoughts and strengthening one's spiritual consciousness.
Endless divine thoughts, bit by bit, flow into the sea of ​​consciousness of ink paintings, filling the gap between the thirteen and fourteen lines, that heavenly chasm.
I don't know how long it took.
I don't know how long it took to fill it...
Finally, between the early stage of foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building, the gully of the spiritual consciousness was completely filled!
The natural barrier disappears, and the divine thoughts reach the stairs!
The sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled, and the spiritual consciousness suddenly grew stronger, the sea of ​​consciousness expanded around, and the spiritual consciousness became more and more profound.
His spiritual sense finally crossed the threshold and reached the middle stage of foundation building-
Fourteen-patterned spiritual consciousness!
...
At the same time, outside the sea of ​​consciousness.
The moment the sea of ​​consciousness broke through, the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting suddenly overflowed, and the spiritual consciousness of the fourteen-patterned foundation-building produced violent fluctuations and spread around.
All the Yuhua real people present were shocked.
“That was just…”
"Basic-building consciousness?"
"Founding...mid-stage?"
They looked at the ink paintings covered by the beautiful mountains and rivers.
The fluctuations in the foundation-building stage of the spiritual consciousness are indeed not strong for their feathers, and they can even be said to be... insignificant...
But it also depends on who spreads this spiritual consciousness...
"The moment's spiritual fluctuation is... this little monk?"
A real person Yuhua murmured.
“Yes…”
Others are a little confused.
If it is not, there will definitely be no mistakes in so many feathered monks watching.
But if it is...
The spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of foundation building...
They looked at the small ink painting again.
Is this the strength of his spiritual consciousness at his age, his realm, and his level?
Even Bai Qingcheng looked surprised and looked a little dazed.
However, Situ Zhenren's face was solemn.
The moment of spiritual consciousness fluctuation was indeed the foundation-building spiritual consciousness.
But when the fluctuations of the spiritual consciousness dissipated and Situ Zhenren used his consciousness to peek at him, he found that the fog was chaotic and strange in the body of the ink painting, and could not sense anything at all.
This is obviously because someone or something is covering up the energy and cause and effect.
It would be fine if Mr. Zhuang was, but if he was... a treacherous Taoist...
Situ Zhenren looked solemn and his eyes were fixed.
It is impossible to generate spiritual fluctuations for no reason.
Unless something abnormal happens in this child’s sea of ​​consciousness.
Now that he was being planted with the demon of the Taoist heart, the only abnormality is probably...
The demonic Taoist swallowed the child's spiritual consciousness?!
Situ Zhenren felt a chill in his heart and knew that something big was not good.
At this moment, the ink painting suddenly started to move.
He held his head, his expression showing a little pain, a little discomfort, and a little confused...
Everyone was shocked, and their expressions changed drastically, and they all seemed to be facing a great enemy!
The devil man...wake up?
Some people draw swords, some people draw swords, and some people sacrifice magic weapons...
But for a moment, he was captured by the majesty of the demons and feared the treacherous demons of the heart of Taoism, and did not dare to act rashly.
The room is silent, and the needles can be heard.
Under the beautiful mountains and rivers, the pupils of the ink painting are still pitch black.
He shook his head in front of everyone, and after his spiritual sense recovered a little, he raised his little hand and rubbed his eyes.
When he opens his eyes again.
The blackness in the eyes gradually faded away, and the eyes were clearer and clearer.
Everyone was stunned on the spot.
"This is……"
"What's going on?"
If the Taoist heart planted demons, they will surely die. If the light is lost, they will lose their hearts, and if the worst is lost, they will lose both body and mind, and there will be no place to bury them when they die!
How could it be safe and sound?
Situ Zhenren stared at Mo Hua's eyes and looked at them a few times. Seeing that the eyes were black and white, clean and clear, vivid and agile, she couldn't help but take a breath.
"How is this... possible..."
"Can the demons of the Taoist heart... heal themselves?"
Unheard of?!
Situ Zhenren was shocked.
Who is this little monk?
Situ Zhenren's eyes were slightly palpitations and confused. Then he looked at Mo Hua, and his expression was stunned. In a trance, he found that Mo Hua was a little strange compared to before.
His face was still innocent.
But the eyes are deep, half clear, half strange, and the two are integrated.
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