After the soul was extinguished, Mr. Wu's remaining spiritual thoughts scattered around with streams of blood.
This was originally something that could be "eaten", but even though Mr. Wu turned into a yaksha, he was still a human being, and he was also cannibalistic. Mo Hua was a little disgusted and had no appetite, so he condensed a fireball and ate the remaining spiritual thoughts together.
Burned.
This rotten side dish doesn't matter.
Next, there is something better waiting for you.
He needs to save his appetite and prepare to "eat" a big meal!
Now that Xie Liu, Shui Yanluo, Xiao Zhenhai, and Mr. Wu are all dead, almost all the enemies in the Dragon King Temple have been eliminated.
And under the leadership of the "loyal" believers of the God Lord, the ink paintings as "sacrifice" finally descended on the altar of the Great Wild God Lord.
The essence of Mo Hua's body began to flow, the whole body glowed with a faint golden light, and the eyes turned into dark gold, with a majestic and unfathomable gaze.
It looks like a "god".
Afterwards, the ink painting sat on the altar.
The altar ushered in a hypocritical "divine master".
But this "false god" has a very similar aura to the Lord of the Wilderness.
He had even truly stolen part of the authority of the Lord of the Wilderness and exercised power on behalf of the Lord of the Gods. Now that he came to the altar and was familiar with the roads, it was as if he had arrived at his own "home".
The altar also upheld its own "loyalty" and granted authority to this false god.
At that moment, the endless laws of the great avenue were like rain and passing by like meteors.
The rays of light are condensed, constantly changing, weaving together, and coming together to form an endless and vast light flow.
The flow of light is like a towering tree, rising into the sky, spreading its branches and leaves, covering the entire world.
The Tree of Divine Power!
The ink painting is located on the altar, and in the clear eyes, I once again witness these extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying laws of light, intertwined with light and death, and merge into one, reaching the sky and the earth.
This was not the first time he had seen this scene, but he still felt shocked and fascinated by it.
"Gods are born according to the Tao, and the avenue they adhere to and the authority given by God are just a branch of this towering divine tree."
"If one day, I can penetrate the entire tree of divine power and control the laws of heaven and earth, which are as complicated as meteors, and thousands of avenues, converge into one, does that mean that I can... become an immortal?"
Mo Hua thought with some "wishful thinking" in his heart.
Of course, he also understands that this road is still far away.
He has only scratched the surface of his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.
He felt that the power of the Great Wilderness Evil God was vast, incomprehensible, and unable to be completely controlled, let alone the tree of the origin of the power that stretched across the heavens and the earth and was like the legendary "building tree".
The road to immortality is long, but its journey is far away.
The ink painting collects the mind.
"Eat a full meal first before we talk..."
He used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the altar, and on the "Tree of the Origin of Divine Power" woven by the laws of heaven and earth, he located his own... no, it was the tree of Divine Power of the Lord of the Wilderness.
Mo Hua stole the divine power and took control of the "Tree of Divine Power" of the Lord of the Wilderness.
At that moment, divine authority connected with his consciousness.
The trees of the Great Wilderness spread out, and the nodes above them lit up one after another. In each node, there were many nightmares, and thousands of demons and evil spirits raised by the evil god were all under his control.
Of course, the top of the tree of divine authority is still shrouded in mist.
This is because Mo Hua is just a young "god" at best, and does not have enough "divine power" to clear the fog and gain access to the topmost divine authority, the Lord of the Wilderness.
However, this is enough.
Just ordering food, why do you need so much power?
After Mo Hua sensed the demon node, he started looking for "Yu'er".
Yu'er is easy to find.
In the theocratic system of the Lord of the Wilderness, Yu'er's status is very special, and the nightmare node where she is located is also brighter.
Compared with other nodes, the aura is also purer. There is no evil and bloody aura, but it has an innocent childish aura.
Mo Hua found Yu'er almost immediately.
But when he looked at Yu'er's nodes, he suddenly frowned.
"It seems... a little darker than before, the aura of innocence is a bit lighter, and the aura of weirdness is stronger..."
Why?
Obviously Yu'er is by his side, running around happily every day like a little sparrow, but why is her breath not as good as before?
Is it an illusion?
Or...in the past few days, I have killed less demons, so Yu'er's nightmare has been oppressed again?
Mo Hua sighed, "I have no choice. For the sake of Yu'er, I have to do whatever it takes this time and 'eat' more..."
Then he cheered up and officially started ordering.
This time he has experience.
Which demons are strong and which demons are weak;
Which monsters are "fat" and which monsters are "thin";
Which monsters seem strong but are vulnerable to a single blow and can be killed with just one punch;
Which monsters look weak, but act strangely and are troublesome to kill...
What kind of monsters are there? The evil spirits are too strong and they look very fat. But after killing them and refining their evil thoughts, there is not much pure thought power left.
There are also some demons who look very thin, but their demonic nature is only concentrated in their heads. After pinching off the heads, the remaining evil thoughts were slightly refined, and the residual thought power was unexpectedly large...
This is all the experience he has accumulated after a long period of "hunting", "refining", and "tasting" the spiritual demons.
It's a pity that he doesn't have any like-minded "taoist friends" in terms of "appreciating monsters". It's a pity that he has so many experiences but no one to share them with.
Mo Hua shook his head and continued to order for himself.
Compared with before, his appetite was much bigger this time.
The divine consciousness of the Nineteenth Pattern is close to the peak of foundation building. For most second-level demons, even if the qualitative change of the spiritual consciousness is not taken into account, purely in terms of the amount of spiritual consciousness, it has already shown some "crushing"
” trend.
This means that most second-grade demons can no longer satisfy his "appetite".
And going up to the 19th line, the amount of spiritual consciousness required is even greater. If you want to "eat" your spiritual consciousness to the 20th line, you don't know how many demons and ghosts you have to swallow.
Therefore, cherish every opportunity to "order".
"Ox and horse demons, come first with a thousand..."
"Wolf-headed demon, five hundred first."
"Pig-headed demon, a hundred first...isn't it enough? Then let's make do with fifty."
"The ram's horns are a little short, so I'll order seven..."
"This node looks good, let's do it all..."
…
On the altar, the ink paintings are like mice that have fallen into the rice barn, and they are having a great time ordering food.
But as he was lighting, he was suddenly startled and realized that something was wrong. It seemed that someone was secretly watching him from behind.
Mo Hua slowly turned his head and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Behind him, there was indeed a "thing".
This was a baby, covered in black blood, as if it had just hatched from an embryo. The blood was mixed with amniotic fluid, dirty and bloody.
Its pupils are pitch black, there are two horns on its head, and its body exudes a mysterious, ancient, and powerful aura.
Now, it looks at the ink painting silently with empty and indifferent eyes.
The two looked at each other.
A golden infant god looked at a newly hatched black-blooded baby.
There was sudden silence all around.
Mo Hua gradually felt something bad in his heart.
"It's over, it seems... I met a big guy..."
The next moment, he was covered in black blood and looked like an "evil baby". His voice was as vague as a baby's, with a hint of ignorant babble, but it also contained cruel emotions.
Mo Hua frowned slightly, not understanding what it was saying.
The dark evil baby with ram's horns looked at the ink painting silently, his pupils cold and a little confused.
It seemed that it had just been born, and it was trying its best to remember something. After a moment, there was a hint of clarity in its empty eyes. It looked at the ink painting and said in half-baked words:
"You...left it for me...to eat..."
Mo Hua's expression changed, he felt a warning sign in his heart, and he immediately ducked away.
The moment he dodged away, a dark claw suddenly fell down and held him in place, and then the demonic energy raged, as if an innocent spirit was biting him.
Once caught by this devil's claws, the soul will be damaged.
Mo Hua's expression also turned cold. He pointed his hand back, and a fireball roared out, heading straight for the evil baby with sheep's horns.
The evil infant only raised his hand slightly to block the fireball.
Anger appeared on its young but deformed face.
"eat……"
The next moment, it stood up slowly, with evil thoughts surging all over its body, turning into a black air and heading straight towards the ink painting.
"Not long after I was born, you want to eat me?"
Mo Hua's face was ugly, and he was immediately rude. Golden light surged all over his body, colliding with the dark evil aura.
Suddenly, two powerful spiritual thoughts collided around the altar, causing vibrations to spread around. The table overturned, the offerings were shattered, and the sacrificial statues also had cracks.
In the center of the shaking, the golden ink painting and the evil infant covered in black blood were fighting together.
Fist to fist, foot to foot.
This is the simplest and most essential confrontation of spiritual thoughts.
Every killing round, the surroundings of the altar will vibrate.
The evil infant becomes more violent as he fights, and Mo Hua fights harder and harder.
Fists and feet intertwined, golden light and black light intertwined, but for a moment, the two incarnations of divine thoughts were evenly matched, and no one could win.
The evil infant's expression became increasingly grim.
Mo Hua became more and more frightened.
Unable to win...
Ever since he took the path of divine knowledge and enlightenment and swallowed the divine marrow, he became a small master of the Dao. In the battle of spiritual thoughts, he has always been invincible in the face of these evil spirits, punching one by one.
There is no monster that cannot be defeated with one punch.
If so, then give it two punches.
But in this short period of time, he had already punched this little black sheep nearly a hundred times, but he still couldn't take it down.
More than that, Mo Hua didn't even feel that he had the upper hand.
What's even more frightening is that, comparing the two, Mo Hua has a vague feeling that this "evil baby" with ram's horns may be stronger than him at the soul level.
Its weak point lies in the skill of spiritual thoughts.
It seems that it was hatched not long ago, and its "memory" has not yet recovered, so it only has the instinct to fight, but its killing moves are very unfamiliar, and it has no magical powers at all.
While fighting with ink painting, it is also gradually learning, gradually adapting, gradually mastering, and gradually recovering.
Its gaze is a little more cunning.
Its killing moves are smoother.
The "memory" engraved in the soul is also gradually awakening.
Even, while the fists and feet were fighting each other, it began to take the time to use other moves, swallowing clouds and spitting out evil mist, turning blood hands out of thin air, chain of wronged souls, frightening stabs, sheep bone halberd, summoning demon march...
These moves are diverse, evil, sinister and vicious.
Mo Hua suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly, but he could only resort to tricks, activate the power of his spiritual thoughts, manifest fireballs, water blades, quicksand, wooden prisons, burials and other spells, mixed with various Five Elements and Bagua formations.
Above the Altar of Spiritual Thought, black clouds suddenly covered the place, evil mist surged, five-light spells circulated, and formations bombarded.
This is the true battle of gods.
With Mr. Wu's strength, even if he had not died before, he would probably die dozens or hundreds of times even if he was only affected by the aftermath.
After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the evil goat-horned evil infant suddenly realized something like a ghost, and then summoned a giant evil goat-horned statue, and suddenly slapped the ink painting with a huge palm.
Mo Hua never expected that the evil infant could do this. He was caught off guard and could only set up an iron wall formation to defend himself, and then activated the golden light to cover his body and ate the demon statue by force.
Taken with a giant palm, it seems like it blocks the sky and the sun.
Then there was a rumble.
The iron wall array's light flowed, held up for a while, and then shattered, and the giant palm came down with a bang, hitting Mo Hua.
For a moment, the evil mist was like a tide, and the golden light burst.
Under the collision, the overflowing spiritual thoughts were like river waves.
When everything dissipated, the ink painting still stood in the field, his mind unmoving, only his face turned slightly pale.
The evil infant did not take action again.
After the battle with Mo Hua, its instincts were stimulated, its innate memory seemed to have recovered a lot, and its eyesight became more alert.
Looking at the ink painting at this time, there was a little more thought and confusion in the originally empty eyes:
"You are very powerful...like a god, but you are not yet."
"You have humanity, but you're not quite human."
"You don't have magical powers, but you can use formations..."
"Weird... In my memory inheritance, it seems... there is no weird existence like you..."
Its voice was intermittent, obviously immature, but very gloomy, with some tearing timbre.
Finally, it looked at the ink painting and solemnly said:
"Submit to me, and I will forget your blasphemy."
"Submit yourself to me, and you will be wiped out by me."
"When I wake up completely, I will grant you supreme divine power, grant you a respected position, and give you unparalleled authority..."
Mo Hua's eyelids twitched.
I woke up completely...
This evil baby is the "original body" of the Great Wilderness Evil God?
Or is it a true "divine fetus" of the Lord of the Wilderness?!
"It's not good..."
The soul of the ink painting feels a dull pain.
He had used the "Shocking Sword" too many times before, first killing Shui Yanluo, and then shocking Xiao Zhenhai, and the accumulated injuries exploded.
At this time, he had a head-on confrontation with this little black sheep kid who was almost a "divine fetus". They fought fiercely for so many rounds. In a hurry, he even received a big slap from the goat-horned golem. No matter how strong his spiritual will was, he would not be able to do it at this time.
Some couldn't hold it any longer.
What's even more dangerous is that if this little black sheep is really a "divine fetus"...
That means it is born with the innate memory of the Great Wild Evil God.
I have only lived for twenty years, while the Great Wild Evil God has lived for countless thousands of years. His knowledge, strength, tricks, methods, magical powers, etc. in the divine way are simply not comparable to my own.
And just now Mo Hua realized it.
In the process of fighting with him, this little black sheep gradually learned its innate "inheritance" as the memory of his talent awakened. Not only did his spiritual thoughts become stronger little by little, but his methods also increased little by little.
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It even occasionally uses magical means almost instinctively that it doesn't know where it comes from.
And he himself became the "whetstone" for the growth of this ram-horned evil infant, the evil god's "divine fetus".
Mo Hua's face looked a little ugly.
It's always him who hurts others.
Unexpectedly, someone is here to torture him now.
If you use yourself as a "whetstone", you won't be afraid of breaking the knife.
Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart.
But I also know that I need to find a way to quickly deal with this divine fetus.
Otherwise, once it fully awakens and takes control of its own inheritance, with its current strength, it will definitely not be its opponent.
Mo Hua looked at the ram-horned evil infant in front of him and asked:
"Are you a 'divine fetus'?"
The evil baby with sheep's horns said solemnly: "You should respect me as 'Lord' and surrender to me. You can live as long as heaven and earth, and you can live through countless calamities without immortality..."
Mo Hua was disdainful.
He only believed in the pie painted by the evil god when his brain was broken.
"It's okay to surrender to you, but you have to agree to one condition." Mo Hua said.
The evil infant looked unhappy.
Obviously, it doesn't like bargaining.
Over the years, almost no one has dared to bargain with this evil god.
Power, fame and fortune, disaster, misfortune, all these things, as long as there is charity, are gifts from God, and mortals have no right to refuse them.
But the person in front of me is no ordinary person.
But his current divine body has not yet awakened, and his plan has not been completed.
The powerful demigod in front of him, who is still young, will become his sharpest divine sword once he surrenders.
"What conditions?" Evil Infant said solemnly.
Mo Hua said: "I have a big appetite and eat more."
The evil infant recalled it for a moment, and then said indifferently, "It doesn't matter, I have thousands of demons under my command, and they are ready for you to devour."
Mo Hua shook his head, "I have a big appetite now and I can't stand them. If you want me to submit to you, you must cut off some of the marrow every day so that I can eat enough."
As soon as these words came out, the evil infant was furious, and the surrounding area was extremely depressed.
Cutting the marrow?
What a courage!
This guy is extremely arrogant and arrogant, and is not worth "taming" at all.
The evil infant stretched out his ugly palm and wanted to call out the evil god and demon statue again, suppress the ink painting, and then refine it bit by bit to die.
Unexpectedly, Mo Hua raised his hand first and said silently:
"kill!"
Before he could finish his words, the killing array suddenly rose up.
While chatting, Mo Hua had already accumulated his spiritual thoughts and made preparations. When the evil infant became angry and careless, he suddenly launched an attack and manifested the Lishan Cremation Complex that trapped and killed everyone.
The rocks rose up and turned into a prison.
Li Huo burned the mountain, and the flames were like the sea.
The evil infant is too powerful to fight for a long time. In order to kill the enemy in one fell swoop, Mo Hua didn't hold back at all.
The complex formation created by the majestic spiritual thoughts burned the entire altar area, and the fire was so powerful that it destroyed everything.
When the fire stopped, the Evil Infant's figure slowly emerged.
Its body was covered with burnt black spots, black blood and black ash intertwined, and scars were everywhere.
Its body was burned into an extremely ugly shape by the powerful power of the formation, and its eyes were extremely angry.
This is disrespectful and humiliating!
His soul must be thrown into the Three Thousand Hells, burned by the fire of karma, devoured by demons, and taste endless pain for life after life!
"Your formation is indeed not weak, but do you think you can kill me like this?"
The evil infant's voice became ferocious due to anger.
"Of course not..."
The crisp sound of ink painting sounded.
The evil infant was startled, and suddenly turned his head, and saw that at some point, Mo Hua had appeared behind him, with an astonishing bright golden light shining in his eyes.
"This is……"
Evil Infant felt a chill in his heart.
"Shocking Sword!"
Mo Hua whispered.
Then, strong golden sword energy surged around him, intertwining behind him, forming a huge sword prison.
The sword prison is strict and the sword energy is fierce.
The evil infant was stunned for a moment when he found that he had been trapped in the sword prison, with hundreds of thousands of majestic sword lights swaying his divine body inch by inch.
Fear seeped into my heart.
It wanted to struggle, but it couldn't muster the courage to struggle. It seemed that it had committed a heinous crime and deserved to be killed.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the evil infant was frightened by the Jingshen Sword and his soul was in chaos, Mo Hua condensed his right hand and used the "Sword Transformation Style" to condense a golden, ancient dagger.
Holding a dagger, he approached the Evil Infant, strangled the neck of the "divine fetus" that had just hatched from the Lord of the Wilderness, and with a flash of golden light, he pierced its head with a sword.
Chapter completed!