With a human face of white bones and ferocious goat horns, he looks small in size, which is the height of an average adult monk, but is much shorter than those monsters.

Mo Hua asked doubtfully: "What are you?"

The demon with a bone face and ram's horns was furious when he heard this and roared something unknown. Seeing Mo Hua's confused look, it changed into a lame and ghastly human voice:

"Rude brat!"

"Kill some god slaves and monsters, and think you're great!"

"I serve as the Lord of God..."

"You have offended the Lord of God and deserve to die. If you kneel down to beg for mercy and convert to my Lord, I may grant you grace and forgiveness..."

Ink Hua flashed past the water, approached it, clenched his fist, and punched it in the face.

The demon had no power to resist, and was directly punched away by Mo Hua. It fell to the ground like a torn sack, rolled around several times, and then struggled to escape.

Mo Hua stretched out his right hand, formed a golden pattern, locked it, and then made a move with his small hand.

The golden chain dragged the demon to the front of the ink painting.

Mo Hua punched it again and knocked it away, then pulled it back and knocked it away again...

After doing this three or four times, the demon was beaten to the ground.

Mo Hua stepped forward and stepped on it, with a puzzled look on his face, "You seem to be an idiot? Don't you understand what's going on now?"

You are already so strong.

The demon sons and grandsons it hatched were all cremated by him using formations, roasted and eaten.

Why is this monster so arrogant without even a wink?

Mo Hua kicked it and asked:

"What is the worship of the Lord of God? Is it an evil lackey?"

"Lord God, what is this thing? Is it an evil god?"

The bone-faced ram-horned demon was furious, "Insult the Lord God, you..."

It wanted to curse "You deserve to die", but when it saw Mo Hua raising his little fist with a "ferocious" look on his face, he didn't dare to curse.

Mo Hua looked at the demon and touched his chin, a little confused, "You seem... not afraid of death?"

The demon sneered:

"It is a supreme honor to devote oneself to the Lord of God, and..."

The demon's voice is crazy and his eyes are crazy:

"I serve the God Lord. I am protected by the God Lord, and my divine thoughts are immortal. You can bully me and humiliate me, you can beat me and hurt me, but you can never kill me!"

"If the Lord God is immortal, I will not die!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, and then he realized that he had just punched the bone-faced ram's horn many times, and there were no cracks in its bones, nor was its horn broken.

As for the Lishan Cremation Array, although it burned its black water, it didn't hurt it at all.

"It's strange..."

Mo Hua's gaze was like a torch, sizing up the monster.

Although this demon sounded arrogant, he still felt frightened when Mo Hua stared at him like this.

Suddenly Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Sheep horns!"

He reached out and touched the goat's horn on the demon's head, and then tried to break it off, but found that it couldn't stop breaking off.

Upon closer inspection, the ink painting looked shocked.

"Really..."

Ordinary spiritual thoughts are essentially like fog.

The spiritual thoughts in ink paintings are as condensed as mercury.

And this demon's horns, no, not only the horns, but the entire skull, are similar to the "real thing" and are extremely strong.

"From fiction to reality..."

Mo Hua was shocked.

His expression was seen by the demon. The demon was extremely proud and sneered: "You know the Lord of God...what are you going to do??!"

Before it finished speaking, Mo Hua opened his mouth and bit the "goat's horn".

It's a pity that I didn't eat it.

Mo Hua beat the horns a few more times and found that he didn't understand...

"Sure enough, he is a tough guy..."

Mo Hua muttered.

The demon sneered: "It's good if you know..."

But Mo Hua became competitive, and he had to smash this bone today.

Make big bone soup to strengthen your body!

If you chew this hard bone, wouldn't your consciousness become stronger?

Maybe it can directly break through the sixteen lines, or even get close to the seventeen lines?

Mo Hua's eyes showed excitement, and then under the horrified gaze of the demon, Mo Hua used all kinds of methods, first using formations, then using spells, and then beating randomly with his small fists.

But no matter what, this ram's horn skull is not broken at all.

Mo Hua's brows wrinkled more and more tightly.

The demon gradually became relieved.

"As expected! The blessing of the God Lord is unstoppable!"

Even this little monster, who can be called a monster, can't help himself.

While the ram-horned demon was being tortured by the ink painting, he felt proud of his piety and the blessing given to him by the God.

It sneered, "Don't bother, you are a young brat, like a dog, how do you know the power of the Lord of the Wilderness?"

Mo Hua was a little angry.

He frowned, then suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"I'll show you something good."

The demon was startled, even if I beat it to death, I wouldn't believe that Mo Hua would really show it something "good".

The demon snorted coldly, "Don't play any tricks. In front of the God Lord, everything..."

But Mo Hua ignored it at all. Before it could finish speaking, he picked up the back of its neck and dragged it to the Taoist monument.

At this time, it has passed the time of Zi, and the Taoist monument can already be seen.

Mo Hua pressed the demon's head on the Taoist monument and ordered:

"Take a look."

Although the demon did not think that there was anything that could break the blessing of the God Lord, he still had lingering fears about the ink paintings, so he still closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look at anything.

Mo Hua thought for a while and said:

"Your Divine Master is a rat, sneaky, sneaky, shameless, and shameless..."

"If anything happens, just hide behind and act like a coward."

"No, you said it hasn't woken up yet, so it's probably dormant..."

"Live this long..."

"A thousand-year-old bastard and a thousand-year-old turtle. Is your God Lord a bastard or a turtle?"

The sheep's horn was so angry that it trembled all over. Under Mo Hua's "sweet words" in turn, it finally couldn't bear it anymore.

It opened its eyes suddenly and froze immediately.

In front of its eyes, there is a scarlet, dead formation.

The anger in the goat-horned demon's heart dissipated instantly, and boundless fear surged into his heart.

Tribulation thunder...

Tribulation thunder??!

It opened its eyes in disbelief.

What kind of monster is this kid?!

How could the Tribulation Thunder be sealed in his sea of ​​consciousness?!

"you?!"

Before the sheep horns could finish speaking, they saw thunder patterns flashing slightly, revealing only a trace of breath, and generating a weak thunder current, which instantly wiped out its consciousness.
To be continued...