The night is deep and the room is silent.
In the empty room, Yuer was still curled up, trembling, her little face was full of fear and pale.
The surrounding ghosts and monsters were gloomy, demons were dancing, the black water was turbid, and scarlet spots were like purgatory, but ordinary monks could not see it at all.
Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yuer, looking straight at the group of demons.
His eyes were filled with a hint of contempt, as if provocative.
The demon was angry, with a deformed and weird-shaped demon head and ghost face, all of whom looked hungry and drooling, staring at Mo Hua, but they seemed to dare not act rashly.
They seem to be asking for permission for something.
Suddenly, a strange sound rang out.
It is gloomy and cold, and it seems to contain supreme majesty.
These demons and evil spirits showed awe, but their expressions could not hide their excitement.
It seemed as if someone told them, "You can eat..."
The group of demons immediately roared hideously, turning into a mass of dirty wind, and pounced on Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.
Mo Hua stood "idly", allowing the demon to transform into a pool of black water-like demon shadows, penetrated into his own sea of ​​consciousness.
The demon entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Mo Hua, and the gloomy aura in the room gradually disappeared.
The fear on Yuer's face gradually faded, and her hands and feet stopped struggling and gradually settled down.
But Mo Hua's face was covered with a layer of gloom, her eyes were lost, and her Yin Tang turned black.
But after a moment, Mo Hua fell to the ground and slowly closed her eyes.
And in the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua's divine incarnation opened his eyes at the same time.
The dark water that is gloomy and turbid, fishy and rotten is spreading, polluting most of the sea of ​​consciousness.
In the black water, there are more than dozens of ugly and deformed monsters, densely packed together.
Their pupils are huge and blood-red. Looking at the ink painting, their ferocious mouths are filled with sticky saliva.
In the sea of ​​consciousness of the Mohua, it seemed like a demon festival and a feast of ghosts and monsters were held.
The offerings for the festival are ink paintings.
At least in the eyes of these demons.
The ink painting, who was originally sitting upright in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly stood up.
He did not deliberately restrain his breath. After a "qualitative change", the deep and concise, pure and fresh as spiritual, and fresh as blood rippled.
All the demons lost their voices in an instant.
They opened their eyes wide and were a little disbelief, but in a blink of an eye, all of their deformed eyes were frenzy and they roared desperately.
They make roars of unknown significance.
Ink paintings couldn't understand, but he used the secret of heaven to calculate, and he vaguely "heared" two words from these fanatical and noisy roars:
"God...fetal."
The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.
Divine fetus?
What's the meaning?
"Does these demons regard me as a 'divine fetus'? Or do they want to feed me to the 'divine fetus'?"
"Is this divine fetus the fetus of divine consciousness, or..."
"The fetus of the evil god..."
The eyes of Mo Hua's eyes slightly condensed.
On the other side, dozens of demons and evil spirits looked at Mo Hua and there was an uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.
But they all restrained their greed and seemed to be waiting for orders.
Suddenly, a strange murmur sounded, unknown to humans or demons.
It's like a whisper in the Nine Nether Purgatory.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, I was quiet for a moment, and then there was a greater restlessness.
Mo Hua knew that these demons seemed to have obtained permission from some existence, and could not wait to prepare for "meal"...
The fishy storm suddenly became fierce.
Several demons were like wild horses that had broken away from their reins, using their hands and hooves, and their mouths were ugly, and they were biting towards the ink painting.
The one who took the lead was a dog-headed man with his arms reversing and standing on the ground, and four "hooves" were in parallel, like a demon that was "cut" and pieced together.
In just a blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon approached Mo Hua's body.
It opened its bloody mouth and suddenly bit it at the ink painting.
But wherever the fangs are biting, light blue water marks appear, and the ink painting body is like passing water, both real and illusory, floating away.
Steps to the water!
The dog-headed demon's eyes sank, and his hands and feet were used together. He twisted his head and his fangs were scattered. He bit Mo Hua again, but while he was bitten, Mo Hua avoided it again.
The exquisite Mo Hua looked calm and obviously did not take this demon seriously.
The dog-headed demon bared his teeth and continued to slap.
But no matter how fast it is, how fierce it is, how fierce it is, how fierce it is, it cannot even touch the corner of the clothes of the ink painting.
The dog-headed demon was extremely angry, with his vertical pupils getting bigger and bigger, with bloodshots and cracked eyes.
The evil spirit on its body was surging, and then it opened its fangs and exposed its bloody mouth. It bit Mo Hua at all costs and killed him.
Mo Hua's eyes were calm, and his steps changed, turning around lightly, avoiding the bite.
At the same time, Mo Hua accumulates strength on his side, clenchs his five fingers slightly, clenches into a small fist, gathers his spiritual thoughts, and punches out!
The power of the fifteen-line divine thought that is promoted after the qualitative change with the compression of the eighteen lines.
With just this punch, it is powerful!
The demon's dog head was directly bombarded!
The head of the dog-headed demon was crushed by the power of divine thoughts attached to the Mo Hua fist and was directly destroyed, blown into a pool of black water, splashing several feet away.
All the demons, whose pupils shrink slightly, were all fearful.
The ink painting smiles.
really!
The spiritual consciousness changes in quality, condenses like mercury, and is extremely tough.
That means...
His "body" in the divine sense is very powerful.
In reality, he is innately weak and has weak blood.
But in the sea of ​​consciousness, his divine consciousness "body" is indestructible, powerful and powerful, and can even get close to him and fight against these cruel demons!
These demons are transformed from evil thoughts, but they are soaked in black water like the sin "amnioshui", so the demon shadow slightly condenses and has a slight "qualitative change".
This "qualitative change" makes them very different from ordinary evil spirits.
However, the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is compressed by the eighteen-patterned spiritual consciousness. After being reconstructed by the Mystery Heaven Array, even the hair is condensed like mercury.
These demons themselves are just like evil thoughts of "atomization", and are stained with some black water.
However, the spiritual thoughts of ink painting are like casting of mercury.
His "qualitative change" is far above these demons!
Therefore, the strength of divine thoughts alone is enough to crush these demons.
This is the reconstruction of the sea of ​​consciousness of the Tianyan Jue and the qualitative change of divine thoughts!
It is also true, the divine consciousness proves the truth!
Mo Hua looked excited, but it was a pity to think about it again.
This kind of change in spiritual consciousness is not very good...
Mo Hua discovered that since the spiritual consciousness was compressed, reconstructed, and qualitatively changed, his spiritual incarnation seemed to have "not grown up"...
He is fifteen years old now, and in reality, he has obviously grown up a little.
But the appearance in the sea of ​​consciousness is still the same as when the foundation is built, with small arms and calves, and it looks very "innocent".
The heart of Tao is like a child, and the mind of the gods is the original.
Although this kind of spirit and form remain unchanged and adhering to the original intention is also a good thing, I am still a little dissatisfied with the ink painting.
However, any exercise will always have some disadvantages.
The incarnation of spiritual consciousness is not shown to others, so such a trivial matter doesn’t matter.
After the dog-headed demon died suddenly, the other demons were afraid, but they were also stimulated and stimulated their ferociousness. After a moment, they became even more fierce and rushed towards Mo Hua.
The ink painting looked excited, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Although he was only in the sea of ​​consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of "unparalleled body".
The demon approached, slaughtered and bitten, and the storm blew.
The ink painting is surrounded by light blue water shadows, and it flicks and moves around the demons, and is at ease. Once you catch the opportunity, you will punch.
There is nothing, it cannot be solved with one punch.
If so, then two punches.
The more you play in ink painting, the happier you become, and the more you play, the more skilled you become, and various means emerge one after another.
A horse-faced demon, and the other accidentally, was caught by Mo Hua and punched through the chest.
A bull-headed demon was used by Mo Hua with both hands and broke off his horns.
A wolf-body demon fell from the sky by Mo Hua and stepped on his waist...
There were also those who broke his neck, smashed his front teeth, pulled his tail, kicked his spine, and kicked his head away...
After all, ink painting is not a real physical practice and has never learned formal Taoist martial arts, so it can only use simple and unpretentious moves to deal with these demons.
Each move is extremely superficial.
No skills, all is strength.
Relying on his powerful spiritual sense, he "flyed a lot of power" and punched and punched and crushed the evil spirits.
The powerful divine "body", coupled with the exquisiteness of the storm, and the sharp spiritual sense, clear perception, and control of the fighter jets.
These demons are not enemies of Mo Hua when they are close.
The ink painting kills all directions, majestic and trembling with demons.
Suddenly, a sinister water arrow broke through the air, hit Mo Hua's shoulder, and broke the robe he transformed into.
The water arrow is soaked with rotten water, as if it contains vicious evil thoughts, which can corrupt people's hearts and divine thoughts.
Under the white and tender skin of Mohua, a trace of dark spots appeared and some black blood flowed out.
Mo Hua frowned, a little unhappy.
He just fucked the flesh and was happily hitting it, but he was a little negligent, but he didn't expect that he was implicated by the demon and was injured with the evil rotten water arrow.
Mo Hua turned his head and looked into the distance. He saw that there were indeed a few snake-headed demons in the distance. He made up his hands, his eyes were full of viciousness, and he spitted out a letter.
This rotten water arrow is the evil technique they cast.
One of them had a long and narrow pupil and a smirk. It was obvious that the rotten water arrow that had just attacked the ink painting was its hand.
The Mohua was surrounded by a group of demons, and it happened to hide in the distance and attacked in a sinister way.
The sneak attack was successful, and the snake-headed demon was proud and couldn't help laughing wildly.
But as soon as it was halfway through laughter, a fireball came quickly and instantly exploded its snake head.
The snake demon died, his head was blown away, and his body slowly fell down.
The unpleasant laughter came to an abrupt end.
The other snake monsters were in panic.
Of course, ink paintings will not let them go.
He dared to attack!
When Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, his fingers were frequent, and he used the fireball technique.
The second-grade fireball technique, with a blazing flame, like magma, one after another, drawing out fire lights, and swiftly and accurately, all the demons with snake heads, magic tricks, and long-lasting letters in the distance were blown away.
The demons around wanted to stop the ink painting.
But the ink paintings are exquisite in their steps, which is enough to calmly avoid the attacks of demons.
Fireball is fast, and in the middle of lightning, spells can be formed and condensed into fireballs.
They can't stop them at all.
If you are not careful, Mo Hua's small fist will catch the flaw and penetrate the chest, and then kill you.
Some ranged demons want to escape.
Ink painting will use water stamina technique, trap it first, and then use fireball technique to kill it...
Because of being attacked by a sneak attack, Mo Hua was no longer polite, using both fists and feet, and using both spells.
One punch, one kick, one water and one fire.
With the blessing of the power of the fifteen-patterned qualitative transformation of divine thoughts, Mo Hua began to "slaughter" this group of hideous and terrifying demons.
But as he killed him, Mo Hua frowned.
He felt that he had killed a lot, but these demons did not seem to have reduced much...
“Somewhat weird…”
Mo Hua did not stop, but at the same time he also released his spiritual consciousness and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression was shocked.
It's black water!
These black waters are viscous and filthy, and can also corrode spiritual thoughts, such as something terrible has been nurtured.
And these monsters and monsters are hatched from black water.
Every time you kill a demon, these demons will be swallowed up by black water, and then they will be pieced together with the limbs of humans or demons to hatch a stranger demon.
If this continues, no matter how strong your spiritual consciousness is, it will be consumed a little bit.
But these demons can be regenerated by black water, but they can be endless.
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little dangerous.
On the other side, I saw the countless demons I had hatched, slaughtered by Mo Hua like "stinky fish and rotten shrimps", and there seemed to be a burst of anger in the black water.
The coldness came, and the storm blew.
The black water trembles, rolls and jumps, as if it is suffering from the pain of "childbirth".
Above the black water, black mist gushed out, condensed together, like a huge, evil embryo, pulsating like a heartbeat.
The moment the black water "embryo" condensed, Mo Hua discovered it.
His eyes narrowed, his fingers frequently, and fireballs were swept with fire, attacking the huge black water embryo.
The black water trembled, as if he was a little afraid.
A sudden strange roar came from it.
The demons around obeyed the orders and crashed into the fireball like a moth to the fire. They used their bodies to resist the attack of the Ink Painting Fireball Technique, desperately trying to protect the embryo.
The demons near Mohua also roared and rushed towards Mohua.
The ink painting was temporarily involved and there was no time to take care of him.
After more than ten breaths, the black water trembled, the black mist surged and swollen, and a huge demon hatched out of it in its breath.
Its body is soaked in black water, its breath is violent and greedy, with no hands or feet, and even a body, and only a huge head.
Black and dirty ears attract wind, thick and long nose, and long fangs.
This is a "pig-headed demon".
The black water hatched a huge pig-headed demon. I wanted to swallow the ink painting once and for all, and then corrode it with black water to digest it!
As soon as the pig-headed demon was born, he opened his eyes wide, his eyes were red, his saliva flowed, and his pupils turned irregularly, and he focused his attention on Mo Hua.
The air around him suddenly suppressed.
The demon next to him also looked frightened, as if he was afraid of the "pig-headed demon".
At this moment, the murderous intent suddenly grew.
The pig-headed demon suddenly opened his bloody mouth and swallowed directly at Mo Hua at an astonishing speed.
The demons along the way were not in a hurry to dodge and were swallowed whole by it.
Mo Hua looked calm and hummed:
"Want to eat me?"
His little hand stretched forward, and a golden array pattern suddenly appeared on the ground, condensed into golden chains, stacked layer by layer, like a prison.
The Three Lotus Golden Lock Reset Formation, the golden light condensed instantly.
The pig-headed demon rushed halfway and was tied up by the golden lock formation, and the forward rushing ended abruptly.
The golden chains condensed from the ink painting are deeply penetrated into its flesh and no matter how hard it roars and struggles, it cannot break free, and it cannot get closer to the ink painting.
Mo Hua flashed and rode to the top of the pig-head demon's head.
He first hugged the pig-head demon's fangs with both hands, tightened his face, and used his strength to pull it out hard, pulling it off directly, and withdrew the pig's teeth, and with the skin and flesh, he removed the "blood" black water.
The heart-wrenching pig cries sounded.
I ignored the ink painting, and after pulling out one, I pulled out another.
After the two were lifted up, Mo Hua still clenched his fists and rode on the pig-head demon's head, punching each other, and pounding the pig-head demon's head.
"Make you want to eat me!"
The pig-headed demon was tied to death by the Golden Lock Formation and was suppressed by Mo Hua, so he could not be afraid of it at all.
The other demons were frightened by Mo Hua's momentum and showed fear on their faces and did not dare to step forward.
Mo Hua became more and more proud, his fist was like rain, and he used the power of his spiritual consciousness to change. In a short while, the pig-head demon was blown away, and even a faint sound of bone cracks...
I don’t know how long I was “beating”, but I heard a loud "boom".
The pig-headed demon was also "exploded" by ink paintings.
Its demon body cannot condense and becomes a thick black mist transformed by divine thoughts.
After these black mists scattered, they condensed again and contracted backwards, hoping to return to the black water and re-incubate the demons.
But the ink painting is no longer allowed.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked it suddenly.
The black fog that was shattered by him was involuntarily pulled and pulled, and finally couldn't resist. It was all sucked into Mo Hua's mouth and swallowed into his stomach.
This change is just a blink of an eye.
All the demons stood there, their bodies trembled, and their eyes were filled with great horror.
These demons... were eaten by "people"...
Looking at the innocence and a hint of childishness, these demons couldn't tell who the real "demon" was...
"Swallowed" the pig-head demon's ink painting, dark spots began to appear on the body, and evil thoughts began to invade the body.
However, Mo Hua has experienced many battles in the formation and has become more evil spirits, so these evil thoughts cannot defile his heart.
His spiritual consciousness is reconstructed and transformed.
These black water stains cannot hurt his spiritual consciousness.
In just a few breaths, the turbid air of the black fog and evil spirits was refined.
The body of the spiritual thought of the ink painting is also as clear as before and as intact as before.
At the same time, the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting has further grown, and it has gone one step further on the basis of the fifteen patterns, and is only a little short of the sixteen patterns.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, there is a silence like death.
The once arrogant and ferocious demons and ghosts had their limbs trembling and their eyelids twitched, and they didn't even dare to look at the ink paintings again.
But Mo Hua smacked her lips, and she was still a little impressed.
"Pig head meat is not very delicious..."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the other demons...
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Chapter completed!