Because the Fu Ya Soul among the Seven Soul Souls was parasitized by evil fetuses, Mo Hua did not dare to be too arrogant, so he only manifested various Five Elements spells and many Bagua formations to kill these demons one by one.
Wave after wave of demons died in his hands, and were instantly refined by him into pure thought power, which he breathed into his mouth.
And because of his overseas knowledge, the big white dog also enjoyed eating it.
The demons who escaped from the gaps guarded by the ink paintings followed the blockade formed by the Shenguan Formation and the Shensuo Formation, and naturally arrived in front of the big white dog.
The big white dog's eyes widened, and a majestic shadow appeared in his eyes, frightening a crowd of demons.
Then, taking advantage of this gap, he immediately pounced forward, biting each of them into pieces, then swallowed them into his belly.
It seemed that it was just biting into the air and did not "eat" actual flesh and blood.
But the big white dog ate very happily.
This kind of demonic mind power is a rare and great tonic for it.
The "two-legged beast" of Mo Hua did not lie to it, it was really a "big meal".
The big white dog is a strange beast, not a monk, and does not have a complicated human heart. In addition, with the blood of a divine beast, it is not afraid of evil thoughts contaminating the Taoist heart. Therefore, the demons it swallows wholeheartedly will be absorbed directly by dividing three by five.
, even some impurities and evil thoughts were not let go.
The night is getting darker, the room is filled with gloomy air, and demons are dancing wildly.
Wenren guards were standing outside the house, sensing the gloomy atmosphere inside, feeling frightened and uneasy.
But he remembered Mo Hua's instructions and could only endure his temper and stay firmly outside the door.
The fierce battle inside the room continues.
Mo Hua stood guard in front, using spells and formations to kill one after another. At the same time, he used battles to make up for the battles and restore the consumed spiritual thoughts.
The big white dog was very excited and ran all over the place, killing the monsters that the ink painting missed.
I don’t know how long I have been killing, but the torrent of demons gradually subsided.
In the end, the Tree of Divine Power began to shrink, the black water embryos withered, and fewer and fewer demons were hatched.
These demons are numerous in number, but individually they are not too strong.
It's really too strong, and the ink painting is pointless.
And those elite monsters such as the Sheep Horn Cultivator and the Sheep-Head Warlord, who were relatively strong before, are already regarded as "miscellaneous fish" in front of the ink paintings of the nineteen-grain realm and the transformation of divine consciousness.
After all, in a sense, he is already comparable to the evil fetus of the Lord of the Wilderness.
If a mere monster cannot be eliminated with one move, then use two moves.
When the last warrior demon was crushed by Mo Hua with his bare hands, refined with a formation, and sucked into his belly, the fierce battle finally came to an end.
Then in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain.
The old man with a long beard was still letting go of his consciousness and searching quietly.
But this time he was worried and searched very slowly.
And because he didn't dare to really release his spiritual consciousness, lest he cause a disturbance, and then his junior brother came to visit him, his perception was very vague.
Coupled with the obstruction of the divine mist array under the ink canvas, the long-bearded old man searched for a long time but still found nothing.
And just now, he discovered that the cause and effect of those raging and raging demons were gradually dissipating.
I don't know if the source of these demonic torrents has been cut off.
These monsters were all wiped out.
But no matter what, once the cause and effect are dispersed, the traces will gradually disappear...
Ancestor Dugu frowned, slightly angry in his heart.
He still didn't give up, and still released his spiritual consciousness, scanning back and forth at Taixu Mountain.
But after searching again and again, there are still no traces...
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The disciples live in the inner chamber.
As the last demon warrior was killed, the gloomy and cold atmosphere in the room was swept away.
Amidst the curls of smoke, Yu'er was still sleeping peacefully. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, and she began to suck her little hand.
The atmosphere is quiet and peaceful.
Mo Hua nodded and walked out of the inner room with the big white dog.
When Wen Renwei saw Mo Hua outside, his eyes lit up and he asked: "Little Master Mo..."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "It's all settled, Yu'er slept well."
Wen Renwei cupped his hands and said sincerely: "Thank you, sir."
"Uncle Wei, you're welcome."
After the ink painting, we exchanged a few words and then went back to the room.
However, he thought about it and left the big white dog behind. "Let this big white dog stay here to guard the door in case there is another accident tonight."
Wen Renwei thanked Mo Hua again, and at the same time sighed in his heart that the young master was really thoughtful and considerate in his actions.
And the big white dog didn’t refuse.
It's full, its belly is bulging, and it needs to be digested.
At this time, it was too lazy to move. Seeing what Mo Hua said, it lay down on the spot, squinted its eyes and began to refine the demon that it had just swallowed.
Mo Hua returned to his house.
Generally speaking, this battle was within his plan. There were no disturbances or accidents.
All the demons were killed, the evil fetus did not move, and Yu'er was fine.
He has also eaten a lot of evil spirits. At this time, he needs to thoroughly refine these evil spirits, cleanse them of evil spirits, and absorb their pure thoughts, so as to further advance his spiritual consciousness.
In a simple and quiet living room.
Hold your breath and concentrate on the ink painting, sit and meditate.
Wisps of thought power were refined.
His spiritual consciousness was strengthening little by little, and the state of his spiritual thoughts also climbed up little by little starting from the nineteen lines.
The sea of ​​consciousness expands, the mind becomes strong, and the perception of everything in the world becomes clearer and clearer.
A large amount of mental power was refined, and Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness grew rapidly at first.
But soon, we encountered a bottleneck.
It was as if his spiritual consciousness had reached the limit of a foundation-building monk, and an almost insurmountable chasm lay in front of him.
This natural chasm is the limit set by heaven for the foundation-building monks.
Opposite the natural moat is Jindan.
The ink painting has swallowed up a large number of demons, and the enhanced spiritual consciousness is like a drop in the bucket in front of this "natural chasm".
The growth rate of his spiritual consciousness also slowed down sharply, until finally, it stopped at the peak of the nineteen lines.
Mo Hua opened his eyes and sighed.
really……
Just like when refining Qi to break through and build a foundation, breaking through to a large realm is extremely difficult and requires a lot of hard work and effort over time.
The amount of spiritual consciousness required for its growth has almost doubled.
It's not the nineteenth line to the twentieth line, it looks like a difference of one line.
And it is roughly equivalent to starting from the first line and then repairing it to the nineteen lines, which is a total difference of nineteen lines.
This shortfall cannot be made up by just eating this big meal.
Although this situation was expected by Mo Hua, he still felt somewhat regretful in his heart.
Mo Hua smacked his lips.
"It would be great if I could eat the golden elixir in one breath..."
Mo Hua thought a little wishfully.
However, the gap between foundation building and golden elixir was even greater. After much deliberation, he didn't know what he should eat to ascend.
Eat a real evil god?
Mo Hua shook his head.
Not to mention evil gods, he can't even afford evil fetuses.
Now there is an evil fetus parasitic in his soul, but he can't do anything about it.
"Forget it, the peak of nineteen lines is just okay. You can't become fat in one breath..."
And the peak of the nineteen lines...
Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized that this had reached the limit of foundation-building consciousness.
After that, almost all the foundation-building monks could not be stronger in spiritual consciousness than him, a monk who realized the spiritual consciousness.
And he was only in the middle stage of foundation building.
Calculated this way, it is still quite remarkable.
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little complacent.
Moreover, all the second-grade formations from now on, except for the real second-grade absolute formations that are ranked above the twenty lines, are very easy for him to learn, and there will no longer be any pressure on his spiritual mind.
Mo Hua was satisfied and a little excited.
When he gets excited, he can't sleep - even though he doesn't usually need to sleep.
Mo Hua really wanted to find a few formations to practice with, and see if he would be faster in learning the formations with his peak nineteen-mark spiritual consciousness, and whether he would be stronger when setting up the formations...
I thought about the ink painting for a while, then took out the paper and ink.
He spread the paper on the ground, placed the ink on the table, and then began to draw formations on the ground using his spiritual thoughts as his pen and his spiritual consciousness to control the ink.
This time he wanted to try how fast he could draw the formation with his peak consciousness and all his strength.
Therefore, he poured out his spiritual thoughts without reservation.
But what he didn't know was that the outpouring of spiritual thoughts also happened to touch the unknown, unfathomable and powerful Dongxu spiritual consciousness that was secretly wandering in the Taixu Mountains...
In Mo Hua's room, there is no mist formation, so it cannot block the perception.
He had just "eaten" the evil spirits, and the spiritual thoughts he released were still mixed with traces of impurities.
Therefore, the filling was leaked.
In the forbidden area behind the mountain.
The old man with a long beard suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp edge in his eyes.
"Finally, I caught it..."
There is a hint of evil in his spiritual thoughts.
It was obvious that he had used some means to remove his evil skin and tried to disguise himself as a serious monk in order to get through.
But the "vest" hasn't been taken off yet, so the flaw is exposed.
"You...can't run away!"
The skinny palm of the bearded old man suddenly swiped and grabbed into the void.
At this time, the disciple was in the middle.
Mo Hua, who still knew nothing about it, was still concentrating on drawing his formation.
But as he continued to draw, suddenly something unexpected happened.
A terrifying wave came.
A dark, mottled space crack opened in the void in front of him for no reason.
The people in Mo Hua were stunned, and their brains shut down for a moment.
Before he could react, a big skinny hand stretched out from the crack in the void, grabbed Mo Hua, and pulled him in.
Then, the cracks in the void slowly closed.
The disciple was inside, and there was no sign of ink painting anymore, only his half-painted formation that was not finished yet was left...
…
The forbidden area behind the mountain. A crack in the void flashed, and a figure emerged.
The old man with a long beard broke through the void and scooped it up. He didn't know what he had picked up, so he just pulled it in front of him.
"I want to see who the evil spirit is..."
The bearded old man snorted coldly, and then his voice suddenly stopped.
He was obviously stunned.
Only then did he realize that he had thought it was an evil heretic and a strange person, so he shattered the void and grabbed it.
As a result, after this arrest, the "thing" that came over was a young disciple with a handsome appearance and clear eyes... a young disciple?
Moreover, judging from his dress, he is actually a disciple of his Taixu Sect?
Mo Hua, who knew nothing about the situation, couldn't help but blink and felt a little confused when he was being carried by the old man.
The old man and the young man looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere was a bit silent for a while.
After a while, the old man spoke slowly and asked in a hoarse and low voice:
"You...are a member of the Taixu Sect?"
Mo Hua came back to his senses for a moment, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he realized that he didn't know where he was. It was dark all around, with dead graves everywhere, and the moonlight was cold, desolate and depressing.
The old man in front of him seemed to be locked by formations and chains. Although his identity and realm were unknown, he looked very scary at first sight.
Based on the intuitive perception, it is the kind of terrifying existence that can crush oneself to death with the move of a finger.
Even the intuitive feeling is much stronger than that of the master.
They are much stronger than all the monks he has seen before, including the few demonic immortals who died in the hands of his uncle, and the Xia Supervisor who came from the Dao Ting to become immortals.
Ancestor Dongxu?!
Mo Hua immediately became honest, nodded and said:
"Yes."
The bearded old man frowned slightly, "What were you... doing just now?"
When Mo Hua heard this, his heart tightened.
What happened? Got caught?
What he did was discovered by this old-timer?
So, could this old man be the ancestor of my Taixu Sect?
Did he notice something unusual and arrest him?
Mo Hua was nervous, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.
He was nervous because his "stealing" incident might have been discovered.
He breathed a sigh of relief because since this old man was the ancestor of the Taixu Sect, he shouldn't kill him if he disagreed.
Moreover, if what I expected is true, Mr. Xun is also a figure of the ancestors.
This old man with a long beard may have known Mr. Xun, so he shouldn't embarrass himself.
If it really doesn't work, I will bring out Mr. Xun's name. Maybe this old man will let me go.
Seeing that the bearded old man looked unhappy, Mo Hua respectfully said:
"Returning to the old man, I have a young brother who often has nightmares. There are demons in his dreams and he can't sleep. So I borrowed a big white dog from the manager to watch the door for my brother."
"I just finished watching tonight and returned to the room. I thought it was still early to practice some formations. For some reason, you... suddenly caught me here..."
Mo Hua told some "truths" selectively.
The old man frowned and after thinking for a moment, asked: "What is your brother's name?"
"Shangguanyu." Mo Hua said.
"Shangguan?" The old man was a little surprised, "Are you from the Shangguan family?"
Mo Hua shook his head, "I'm not, my surname is Mo."
The old man's eyes were slightly cold, "Your surname is Mo, and your brother's surname is Shangguan?"
Mo Hua explained: "I'm not a biological brother. I met him by chance. I saved him and he called me brother."
A life-saving grace?
The old man nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your surname is Mo... which Mo family are you? There is no family named Mo near the border of Qianxue Prefecture. Are you from Kunzhou or Kanzhou..."
Mo Hua shook his head and said: "I was born in Lizhou. I am a casual cultivator and do not have aristocratic family."
"It's actually a casual cultivator..." The long-bearded old man was startled.
He didn't expect that after so many years, Taixu Sect could still admit a casual cultivator, which was strange.
He is a rogue cultivator who has no clan or power, but because of this, he cannot find his followers.
"You said...you borrowed a dog from the boss?" the old man asked again.
Mo Hua nodded.
"What kind of dog?"
"White, big, with very long hair, with a little bit of golden hair, eyes higher than the top of the head, looking down on people..."
The ink drawing depicts the appearance of a large white dog.
The old man with a long beard felt something in his heart, and his expression became somewhat clear.
"It's that thing..."
He gradually understood.
The children of the Shangguan family have a constitution that attracts evil spirits. The child named Mo couldn't bear the suffering of his younger brother, so he begged strange beasts to suppress evil spirits.
The evil spirits were suppressed by using strange beasts, but this child also had some evil aura about him.
He noticed this breath and mistakenly thought it was "Evil Demon Xiaoxiao", so he grabbed it.
The long-bearded old man's eyes narrowed slightly.
There are still some oddities here, but generally it makes sense.
The child spoke in detail, including names and surnames, and even told about the headmaster. After a simple check, the authenticity can be verified.
Moreover, judging from my experience of knowing people for nearly a thousand years, although this child is a little awkward, he should generally not lie.
The old man with long beard sighed slightly.
Although he didn't lie, it seemed that he had arrested the wrong person...
This is just an ordinary young disciple and has nothing to do with evil cause and effect.
But thinking about it, a young disciple who is only twenty years of cultivation, unless he is reincarnated by a Taoist and an old demon seizes his body, how can he affect the cause and effect and summon so many demons and evil spirits...
Since he is an ordinary disciple, the old man will naturally not embarrass Mo Hua.
He was not interested, so he just waved his hand and said:
"You can go back..."
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Talking to such a mysterious and powerful old man who didn't know his true identity made him nervous every word he said.
But I finally got through it.
Mo Hua bowed meticulously and said respectfully: "Old senior, this disciple will take his leave."
The old man with the long beard didn't say anything.
Mo Hua then walked out, but after taking a few steps, he stepped back again, scratched his head and asked in a low voice:
"Old senior, how...how do you get out?"
There are dead graves everywhere here, it is desolate and weird, and the formations nearby are very high-end, which is not something he can understand now.
He has never been here before and doesn't know the way at all.
If he gets lost, or accidentally touches some mechanism or formation, or bumps into him, his life may be lost if he just builds a foundation...
The old man with a long beard sighed slightly, knowing that he was negligent, so he said: "I will take you back."
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ink painting.
Mo Hua didn't hide. Of course, he couldn't dodge Patriarch Dongxu's grasp even if he wanted to.
But just before he was caught and sent away, Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a broken sword stuck between the dark withered graves on the ground. Then he suddenly remembered something and said quickly.
:
"Old senior, wait!"
The old man with long beard froze his hands, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mo Hua then asked: "Old senior, is this the Sword Tomb?"
The bearded old man's eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes."
really!
It was too dark at night, so he was a little nervous when he was suddenly caught here. He didn't dare to take a closer look, and just assumed that he was in a withered grave.
It was only then that he saw the broken sword on the tomb through the moonlight, and then he remembered that Elder Xun Ziyou once said that there was a sword tomb in the forbidden area behind the Taixu Gate.
And he also has something he has always wanted to do.
Mo Hua felt slightly relieved and asked:
"Old senior, I know a senior who also practices swordsmanship. He is probably buried in this sword tomb. I would like to return this senior's relics to the original owner, is that okay?"
Buried in the Sword Tomb...
The old man with long beard was startled.
In this sword tomb, those buried in the Taixu Sect were all sword cultivators in the past who had cultivated spiritual thoughts into swords and sacrificed their lives to kill monsters and fight against evil spirits. As a result, their lives and souls were damaged and they died suddenly.
This child actually has this kind of origin? Could it be that he is also a descendant of... a Shinto sword cultivator?
The old man's eyes looking at Mo Hua couldn't help but become much gentler.
He nodded and sighed: "Okay, go ahead."
Mo Hua looked happy and quickly said, "Thank you, senior!"
Then he walked towards the surrounding sword tombs.
What he wants to return is Senior Dugu Xuan's broken sword.
According to Senior Xun Zixian, spiritual thoughts turn into swords to hurt others and themselves, especially their own souls. Therefore, once injured, it is difficult to heal.
Within the Taixu Sect, most of the monks who cultivated their spiritual thoughts into swords rarely had a good death. They either died young or died of hardship.
Senior Dugu Xuan once fought a life-and-death battle with the fallen River God, the incarnation of the Great Wilderness Evil God, in the bloody fishing village. Although he finally suppressed the Evil God's arrogance, his own natal sword was also here.
Unfortunately it was broken during the battle.
This means that he was seriously injured and his foundation was damaged.
After that, Mo Hua never found any clues related to Senior Dugu Xuan.
Therefore, he speculated that this senior swordsman in the Taixu Sect, who was extremely talented and practiced spiritual sword-making, might have "died young."
Most of the dead monks who turned their spiritual thoughts into swords were buried in the forbidden area of ​​​​the Sword Tomb.
Mo drew his broken sword, deduced the cause and effect from the sword, and learned the two divine sword moves of Huajian Sword and Jingshenjian, which meant he had won the mantle of this senior. So he thought about the grace of dripping water and surged.
I hope that one day I can come to the Sword Tomb and return the broken sword to its original owner.
After all, sword cultivators regard swords as their second life.
He returned the broken sword so that it could be buried with its owner in the grave, thus settling a cause and effect.
Senior Xuan knows that Quan Xia knows this, so he should also feel gratified.
The ink painting was among the nearby sword tombs, looking around.
But the sword tomb only has swords and tombs, no monuments, and no names. Mo Hua has no idea which sword tomb belongs to Senior Xuan.
He wanted to ask this long-bearded old man who guarded the sword tomb.
But this old man's cultivation was too strong, his aura was terrifying, and he looked like he would avoid strangers. Mo Hua was not familiar with him, and he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only immerse himself in finding it.
But I searched and searched, but still found nothing.
Perhaps it had been delayed for a long time, but the bearded senior was obviously a little impatient.
Mo Hua had no choice but to think about it and had to do it himself, dig some soil and build a simple small earth bag as a "new tomb".
Then he secretly took out the broken sword that was suppressed at the bottom of the blood pool in the bloody fishing village from the Na Zi Ring, and inserted it into the new tomb he had just dug out, forming a new "sword tomb".
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And the moment Mo Hua took out the broken sword, the originally impatient old man with a long beard suddenly felt an inexplicably familiar aura.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the broken sword that Mo Hua had stuck on the earthen bag. His expression changed drastically, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
"This is……"
Xuan'er's sword?!
Chapter completed!