The night was dark and the side room was dead silent.
In the empty room, Yu'er was still curled up and trembling, her little face was pale and full of fear.
The surroundings are gloomy with ghosts, demons dancing wildly, and the black water is turbid and dotted with scarlet. It is like purgatory, but ordinary monks cannot see it at all.
Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yu'er, looking calmly, looking directly at the group of monsters.
There was a hint of scorn in his eyes, as if he was provocative.
The demon was angry, and the deformed demon heads and ghost faces looked hungry and drooled, staring at the ink painting, but they seemed to dare not act rashly.
They seemed to be praying for permission from something.
Suddenly a strange voice sounded.
It's eerie and cold, yet seems to contain supreme majesty.
This group of demons were evil and looked in awe, but their expressions could not conceal their excitement.
It was as if someone told them, "It's time to eat..."
This group of monsters immediately roared ferociously, turned into balls of dirty wind, and rushed towards Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.
The ink painting stood "dumbly", letting the demon turn into a black water-like shadow and penetrate into his sea of ​​consciousness.
The demon entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness in Mo Hua, and the gloomy atmosphere in the room gradually disappeared.
The fear on Yu'er's face gradually disappeared, and her little hands and feet stopped struggling and gradually settled down.
But Mo Hua's face was covered with a layer of gloom, his eyes were blank, and his hall was black.
Within a moment, Mo Hua fell to the ground and slowly closed his eyes.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts were incarnated and opened their eyes at the same time.
The sight was gloomy, and the turbid and rotten black water spread, polluting most of the sea of ​​consciousness.
In the black water, there were dozens of ugly and deformed monsters that were neither humans nor monsters, clustered together densely.
Their pupils are huge and red, looking at the ink paintings, with thick saliva flowing from the corners of their ferocious mouths.
In the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the ink painting, it seems that there is a demon festival and a feast of ghosts.
The sacrifices of the festival are ink paintings.
At least in the eyes of these monsters.
Mo Hua, who was originally sitting in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly stood up.
He did not deliberately restrain his breath. After a "qualitative change", a deep and condensed breath, as pure as spirit and as fresh as blood, rippled out.
All the demons suddenly lost their voices.
They opened their eyes wide, somewhat in disbelief, but in an instant, all the deformed eyes showed fanaticism again, and they screamed desperately.
They roared incomprehensibly.
Mo Hua couldn't understand, but with the help of divine calculations, he vaguely "heard" two words from these fanatical and noisy roars:
"God... embryo."
Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.
Divine fetus?
What's the meaning?
"Do these demons regard me as a 'divine fetus'? Or do they want to use me to feed the 'divine fetus'?"
"Is this divine fetus the fetus of divine consciousness, or..."
"The fetus of the evil god..."
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
On the other side, dozens of evil demons looked at the ink paintings and salivated, with uncontrollable hunger in their eyes.
But they all restrained their greed and seemed to be waiting for orders.
Suddenly, a strange murmuring sound sounded, whether it was a human or a demon.
Like the whispers of the Nine Nether Purgatory.
In the sea of ​​consciousness, it was quiet for a moment, and then became even more restless.
Mo Hua knew that these monsters seemed to have obtained permission from a certain existence, and they couldn't wait to start "dining"...
The fishy wind suddenly became violent.
Several monsters, like wild horses running wild, are using their hands and hooves together, and their ugly teeth are biting towards the ink painting.
Leading the way is a dog-headed man with arms turned upside down and four "hooves" running in parallel, like a monster that has been "cut" and pieced together.
In the blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon was close to Mo Hua.
It opened its bloody mouth and suddenly bit into the ink painting.
But where the fangs bite, light blue water stains emerge, and the ink painting body is like passing water, both real and illusory, drifting away.
Step by step!
The dog-headed demon's eyes darkened, and he used his hands and feet to twist his head. His fangs were fierce and he bit at Mo Hua again, but during the bite, Mo Hua dodged him again.
The masterful ink painting of Shui Shui Bu looked calm, and he obviously didn't take this monster seriously.
The dog-headed demon bared its teeth and roared, continuing to kill.
But no matter how fast it is, how fiercely it pounces, how ferociously it screams, it can't even touch the corner of Mo Hua's clothes.
The dog-headed demon was extremely angry, with a pair of vertical pupils that opened wider and wider, bloodshot and ferocious, and the corners of his eyes were cracked.
The evil spirit on its body was surging, and then it opened its fangs, revealing its bloody mouth, and desperately attacked Mo Hua to kill him.
Mo Hua's eyes were calm, his walking style changed, he turned around lightly and avoided the bite.
At the same time, Mo Hua turned sideways to gather strength, clenched his five fingers into a small fist, concentrated his mind, and punched out!
The power of the fifteen lines of spiritual thought is enhanced by the compression of the eighteen lines and the qualitative change.
Just one punch, so powerful!
Directly blasted the demon's dog head!
The head of the dog-headed demon was crushed by the power of divine thoughts attached to Mo Hua's fist, and was directly destroyed. It exploded into a puddle of black water and splashed several feet away.
All the monsters, with their pupils shrunk, are all afraid.
The ink painting shows a smile.
really!
The quality of spiritual consciousness has changed, becoming as condensed as mercury and extremely tough.
It means...
His "flesh" in the spiritual sense is very powerful.
In reality, he was born weak and weak in blood.
But in the sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual "physical body" is indestructible, tyrannical and invincible. He can even get up close and fight with these ferocious monsters!
These demons were born from evil thoughts, but their bodies were soaked in black water like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, so the demonic shadows slightly condensed and had a slight "qualitative change".
This "qualitative change" makes them very different from ordinary evil spirits.
But the spiritual thoughts in the ink painting are compressed from the eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness, and reconstructed by the Mysterious Heaven Formation, even the hair is as condensed as mercury.
These demons themselves are just like "atomized" evil thoughts stained with some black water stains.
But the spiritual thoughts in ink paintings are like being cast by mercury.
His "qualitative change" is far superior to these monsters!
Therefore, the strength of spiritual thoughts alone is enough to crush these monsters.
This is the reconstruction of the sea of ​​consciousness in Tianyan Jue and the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts!
It is also true, divine knowledge and enlightenment!
To be continued...