When Mo Hua heard this, Xie Fei became anxious.
If the enemy is anxious, it means that he is doing the right thing.
If the enemy is in a hurry, it means you are doing the right thing.
Mo Hua slashed harder.
The ancient sword intention in the bamboo sword turned into a deep, heavy, virtual and real giant sword, as if it was too imaginary, and slashed hard on his life soul.
It was like being cut in half with a sword.
A huge pain came.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth and frowned, enduring the tearing pain of "killing his soul to death".
But the evil fetus is more painful than him.
There are seven souls hidden in the life soul of the ink painting.
He only killed one soul, the Fushiya soul where the evil fetus resided.
However, there is only one evil fetus parasitizing in Mo Hua's life soul, so Mo Hua only killed one-seventh of his body.
But what was killed was all of the evil fetus.
The pain of the evil fetus was at least seven times that of his, and the injuries were also seven times that of his.
Thinking about it this way, Mo Hua suddenly felt that it didn't hurt that much anymore.
"This little lamb dares to jump in my face and disturb my Taoist mind. I will make it look good now!"
Mo Hua was cruel and struck three swords in a row.
These three swords were so powerful and heavy that they slashed the evil infant's heart to pieces, howling sharply, and then cursed angrily:
"You desperate little beast! Do you really want to die?!"
"If you kill your soul, you are not afraid that your soul will disappear and your body will die?!"
Mo Hua ignored the evil infant.
He does things relatively simply and can usually do things with his hands, never using his words.
Make the other party unable to move his hands before you speak again.
If you really can't defeat others, you will use your words.
But in the current situation, it is obvious that I have the upper hand and "the advantage is mine", so talking about it is just a waste of time.
Mo Hua slashed with his sword again.
The evil infant screamed in pain, and knowing that Mo Hua was determined, he screamed: "Don't forget, I am you, and you are me. If you kill me, you will kill yourself."
"nonsense."
Mo Hua said indifferently, and then slashed with his sword.
The heartbreaking pain spread to Mo Hua's soul, and at the same time, it spread to the evil infant seven times.
The evil infant was mad with pain, and finally with a ferocious face, he used all his strength to break through the Shinto seal under the ink canvas, and exposed his head from his body, wanting to take a breather.
The evil baby showed up.
At the same time, behind Mo Hua, another head "grew" out of thin air, dark, dirty, ugly and evil.
It was the head of the evil infant.
But the moment the evil baby showed his head, Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
He reached out with his small hands, as fast as lightning, and grabbed behind him, directly grabbing the Evil Infant's neck. Without saying a word, he grabbed the Evil Infant's neck and ran towards the Dao Monument.
On the Taoist monument, the bright red thunderbolt is shocking.
Evil Infant was suddenly choked by Mo Hua, and immediately felt a chill in his heart, "He was tricked by this brat!"
Then it sensed the bright red aura of destruction on the Taoist monument, and was even more horrified.
The evil fetus immediately endured the pain without thinking, peeled off a layer of skin, and turned into a puddle of black water. At the critical moment, it finally merged into the life soul of the ink painting.
When Mo Hua put his hand in front of Jie Lei, the evil infant in his hand had disappeared.
Only some thick black water remains.
It seems to have been removed by the Evil Infant.
"molt?"
Mo Hua frowned.
Where did this little lamb learn this trick? Didn't it know this trick before?
Or is this also one of its natal magical powers, slowly awakening with its memory?
Ink painting is deeply difficult, but also a bit regretful.
"Almost..."
First, use the training method of the God-Slaying Sword to kill your own life soul, causing the evil infant unbearable pain and forcing it out of the Fuya Soul.
Then, when it is angry and distracted, you can quickly catch it with lightning speed, destroy it with tribulation thunder, and eliminate future troubles forever.
It's a pity that this evil baby is too smart, and he didn't know when he learned this weird "sloughing" method.
It reacts a little slower.
Or it won't "shed".
It's dead this time.
The "duck" he got flew away, and Mo Hua was very unhappy.
But this time, after the evil infant merged into Mo Hua's life soul, there was no sound at all, and he didn't even dare to reveal a breath.
Mo Hua said: "Hey, come out."
"Weren't you very arrogant before?"
The evil infant remained silent.
"If you don't come out, I will kill you again." Mo Hua said.
But even so, the Evil Infant still huddled in Fu Ya Po, not daring to show any movement.
What an evil fetus, it was so frightened that it turned into a frightened bird.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, mobilized the ancient sword intention, and struck another sword towards his soul.
This sword was very painful, and the evil infant finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said viciously:
"Okay, just kill it..."
"Evil thoughts have their own nature and will never die. I want to see which of us has a harder life and see who will die first..."
After that it went dormant completely.
No matter how Mo Hua cuts it, it won't make any sound at all.
It was not easy for Mo Hua to behead him anymore, because it would really hurt to cut off his own soul.
If the evil infant was beheaded and screamed, he would feel better if he had a comparison.
But now that the evil infant is "pretending to be dead", if he continues to behead him, he will only feel his own pain.
The ink painting stopped.
And this time he stopped, the cracks in his soul that were cut by the ancient sword were as painful as a knife.
Mo Hua covered his head, his body trembling with pain.
"It's over, too many cuts..."
It wasn't obvious when it was cut, but after the cut, the remaining pain began to come back bit by bit.
The pain is getting worse.
Mo Hua quickly mobilized his spiritual thoughts and used the remaining spiritual essence to repair the wounds on his soul.
The marrow slowly seeps into the body, like a universal elixir, repairing the wounds on the soul of the ink painting.
But just at this moment, it seemed that the aura of the divine marrow was sensed, and the evil fetus made some strange movements, and there was also a hint of greed.
But in the end, I still didn't dare to show my head and steal the essence of the ink painting.
"You know what's going on..."
Mo Hua snorted coldly.
But then, he didn't feel relaxed either.
This time, this little lamb was taught a lesson, but the final result was somewhat "lose-lose".
Of course, the evil fetus suffered more defeats.
Compared with Xie Fei, he is considered a "small defeat".
But there is no way to continue like this...
Although he had contained the evil foe's arrogance, his soul had also been damaged to a certain extent.
Using a sword to temper one's soul and kill one's own soul is, as Patriarch Dugu said, an extremely dangerous way of practice.
I can't stand it myself, let alone others.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart.
Those Taixu Sect seniors who have not followed the enlightenment path of spiritual consciousness, and whose spiritual thoughts have not been enlightened, can successfully practice the "God-killing Style" through their own efforts, because of their strong talent, strong character, and high understanding.
Admirable.
It is really difficult to kill one's own soul...
"Then do you want to continue learning this God-Slaying Style?"
Mo Hua frowned.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, thought deeply for a while, and silently strengthened his thoughts.
You still have to keep studying.
Even if your soul is injured, you must learn.
If it was normal, that would be fine. If he learned it later, or if he followed the teachings of Patriarch Dugu and learned the God-Slaying Style step by step and steadily, it would not have much impact if he learned it slowly.
But it's different now.
The evil fetus is parasitic in his life soul, nourished by his sea of ​​consciousness, and is slowly awakening his magical powers and memories. From any angle, it is a huge hidden danger.
This hidden danger must be eliminated.
This evil fetus also forced him to learn the God-Slaying Style.
If you don't learn and can't kill this evil baby, then if something happens in the future and this evil baby takes advantage of it, you will most likely be completely polluted and become a puppet of the Great Wild Evil God.
Therefore, you must learn the Divine Sword!
My opponent is an evil fetus, or even an evil god in the future.
Although the Dao Monument and Tribulation Thunder are both in his own sea of ​​consciousness, they are still considered "foreign objects".
The "God-Slaying Sword" is the only means that he can actively control, and can counter or even kill the evil god.
Your own life must be in your own hands.
Mo Hua's eyes are firm.
The only problem now is the injuries left after Minghun committed suicide.
The marrow can repair the injuries of the soul, but after several injuries to the soul, Mo Hua doesn't have much marrow left in his hands.
With the lack of spiritual essence, Mo Hua's current divine thoughts are also a little weaker to a certain extent.
The incarnation of Divine Mind is far less golden than before.
"This is a problem..."
Currently, I don't have the means to replenish my divine essence. In addition, I am subject to the evil fetus, so I have to spend a lot of time learning formations and sword skills, and it is impossible to find altars everywhere.
Mo Hua frowned.
At this moment, he realized that his hands were dirty and sticky. When he looked down, he discovered that his palms were stained with black mucus.
It seems to be the bloody skin that the evil fetus had just forcibly escaped from.
The black water is so dirty that the ink paintings are a bit disgusting.
After a moment, he suddenly froze, his eyes lit up slightly, and he threw these filthy and dirty "blood skins" onto the Taoist monument and killed them with a thunderbolt.
A slight, demonic and terrifying wailing sound sounded.
Afterwards, the black energy was evaporated, evil thoughts were purged, and pure golden marrow flowed out of the originally filthy bloody skin.
Moreover, this golden color is deeper and purer than all the divine essences he had obtained before, and it also has a hint of crystal.
Mo Hua wiped the essence off with his fingers, put it in his mouth and licked it, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Too pure!"
Unfortunately, the amount was too small, so after he sucked it a few times, it was gone.
The meaning of the ink painting is not yet complete, but something has suddenly emerged:
"I almost forgot that the evil fetus is the embryo of the Great Wilderness Evil God, so it must have extremely rich divine essence..."
The evil fetus is parasitic in one's own soul.
In other words, it is a "treasure house of divine marrow" hidden in one's own soul.
It's just that you have to find a way to get the marrow in this treasure house...
The eyes painted in ink immediately shined.
This God-Slaying Sword must be learned!
Kill the evil fetus and you will have good food to eat!
But how to cut it?
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and gradually came up with an idea.
To a certain extent, the God-Slaying Sword is also "self-inflicted", so it should not be done too hastily. Just kill one sword a day to avoid overloading the soul and causing too serious injuries.
I only cut this sword in one day.
Use this sword that "quenches the gods with the sword and kills the soul of one's life", understand the meaning of the sword and practice the style of the sword.
Over time and over time, drops of water penetrate the stone.
Sooner or later, one day, I will be able to completely kill this evil fetus!
And if you can rely on your own strength, use your own spiritual thoughts, and implement Taixu's sword intention to kill this evil fetus, then to a certain extent it means...
My own God-Slaying Sword, not to mention a great success, is at least a small one!
This evil fetus is not only a "sandbag" for me to practice the Divine Sword, but also a "touchstone" for me to test the strength of the Divine Sword.
And once the evil fetus is completely killed, a large amount of divine marrow can be obtained.
With such pure and rich spiritual essence, it is enough to repair the injuries accumulated over many years of self-destruction.
Misfortunes are where blessings depend.
This evil fetus is a disaster, but it also happens to be my opportunity to cultivate the Divine Sword!
Mo Hua was full of emotions for a while, but he remained calm in his expression. He even looked embarrassed and murmured in pain:
"The backlash of this sword move is too serious. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used it..."
These words were naturally heard by the evil infant in his soul.
Xie Ying only sneered, seeming to be mocking Mo Hua for his recklessness and ignorance.
If you cut off your life soul, you will be regarded as one of the five degenerates of heaven and human beings, and you will achieve enlightenment after dismemberment?
It is true that the ignorant are fearless...
It originally thought that Mo Hua would stop when he realized it was hurting, but it never expected that this kid was so evil that he would kill himself every day from then on.
Not much, just one sword.
Of course, this mere sword cannot kill it, it is more like a kind of spur and humiliation.
The evil infant was angry, but he could only endure it silently.
It is waiting, waiting for Mo Hua to continue "seeking death" like this. Once one day, he kills himself too much, he will inevitably experience a change in his path and usher in a catastrophe.
When the time comes, it will be your chance...
Evil Infant grinned, but before he finished smiling, Mo Hua scolded him:
"Be honest with me!"
"Your expression is reflected on my face, don't think I don't know you are laughing sinisterly..."
The evil infant's face turned as black as ink for a moment.
…
From then on, Mo Hua continued to kill himself with a sword every day.
A few days later, when the seven-day period came again, Mo Hua was broken through the void by Dugu Patriarch, captured and taken to the back mountain to teach swordsmanship.
After passing it on, Patriarch Dugu looked at the ink painting. Seeing that the ink painting looked a little tired, he frowned and said:
"Did you hurt your soul?"
Mo Hua definitely couldn't admit it, so he just shook his head and said: "I have learned a lot of formations recently, and my spiritual consciousness has been excessively exhausted, so I am a little tired."
Patriarch Dugu was silent for a moment, not having any doubts.
The appearance of the ink painting could be said to be an injury to the soul, or an excessive loss of consciousness.
But according to common sense, monks whose souls are injured often have dull eyes, confused minds, and often tingling pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. The symptoms are much more serious than those in ink paintings.
Although the ink painting is a bit tired, the energy is still quite high.
Patriarch Dugu didn't pay much attention, but he still specifically warned him, "In cultivating Taoism, you should pay attention to how water can penetrate the stone, and there is no need to overwork yourself."
"And the sword mark on that bamboo slip contains an ancient sword intention of the Taixu Sect. In fact, it is not something you can understand now. Even if you can't understand it, there is no need to be discouraged."
"You only need to meditate on it all the time and be influenced by the sword's intention. It will be of great benefit to you in the future when you truly learn the 'God-Slaying Sword'."
Mo Hua said sincerely: "Thank you, ancestor, for your teaching!"
Ancestor Dugu nodded, "Go back."
"Well," Mo Hua bowed his hands and saluted, "disciple takes leave."
Then he was sent back to his disciple residence by Patriarch Dugu.
After returning to the disciple's residence, there was still some time before dawn. Mo Hua seized the time and sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness again, practicing some formations on the Taoist monument.
After practicing the formation, it was almost dawn, and Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, took out the bamboo slip, visualized the shape of the sword, and cut himself with the sword.
This sword hurts.
Mo Hua grimaced in pain, and then said silently in his heart: "The evil fetus hurts more than me, the evil fetus hurts more than me..."
Sure enough, the pain relieved a lot after a while.
But after finishing the beheading, Mo Hua suddenly remembered the advice that Patriarch Dugu had given him just now, especially about the ancient Taixu Sword Intent on the bamboo slips.
He always felt that there was a slight dissonance in his heart.
It seems that the ancestor's words are slightly conflicting with my own understanding.
But where the conflict lies, Mo Hua cannot tell clearly.
A trace of worry emerged in Mo Hua's mind:
"I won't...be wrong again, right?"
After thinking about the ink painting for a moment, I realized it was impossible.
The reason for learning the fireball technique wrongly is because of my special spiritual consciousness.
The sword-forming style was learned crookedly because it was not passed down.
The reason why I learned the Jingshen Sword incorrectly is because no one taught me...
Now proficient in the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, Patriarch Dugu, who sits on the mountain behind Taixu Gate, gave himself bamboo slips of swordsmanship and taught himself himself.
It’s impossible for you, maybe you’ve learned something wrong?
Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
What's more, I clearly followed the eight words of "quenching the spirit with the sword, killing the soul of one's own life".
Not a word wrong!
How is it possible to learn wrongly?
Mo Hua was completely relieved.
The morning sun rises, the bright sunshine shines into the disciples' residence, and a new day begins again.
After refreshing his mind through "cutting oneself with a sword", Mo Hua cheered up and started a new practice.
He remembered the instructions of Mr.
But during the days when he was practicing peacefully, the entire Qianxue State was in turmoil.
So Amen.
In the head's palace, head Tai'a and several elders were discussing matters.
"Master, negotiations failed..."
"The four major sects are exerting pressure, and Daotingsi is not letting up. The Yan Zhizhou matter cannot be suppressed at all. Even if we want to slow it down, we can't..."
Another elder sighed: "Our original intention is to 'cut our flesh and feed it to the eagles', giving away some sect interests in exchange for some opportunities."
"Those disciples who got on the Rouge Boat and violated the laws of the Taoist court and the sect's rules will not be punished, but will wait until this Dao discussion conference before being punished."
"After all, the sect is about to undergo restructuring, so this first Dao discussion conference is of great significance."
"But... alas..."
An elder said: "It's useless. This is obviously a trap. Almost all of our Tai Amen's geniuses have been included in it."
The head of Tai'a immediately sneered: "What kind of genius? They are young, don't practice well, follow others around the brothels, and do shady things. Do they deserve to be called genius?"
He is tall and burly, with dark complexion, square eyebrows, straightforward speech, and a bad temper.
The head of Tai'a became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and then said angrily:
"If it weren't for the Tao Discussion Conference coming soon, I would have listened to your advice and, taking into account the interests of the sect, would have abolished the cultivation of these beasts one by one and expelled them from Tai Amen. Why would there be such a need to go around and accept the four major sects and Taoism? Tingsi’s birdiness?”
The other elders did not dare to interrupt.
However, an older and more senior elder sighed softly:
"The world is full of lust and all kinds of colors. How can they withstand the temptation because they are young, have an unstable Taoist mind, and are strong-blooded?"
"What's more, some disciples were obviously framed. They were either coerced or coerced, and it was their first time on that ship."
"We, the elders, were negligent and neglected to take precautions. We cannot escape responsibility..."
The head of Tai'a did not refute.
Not only the elder, he as the leader also has responsibilities.
I always thought that I could take this opportunity of the sect's restructuring to make further progress, but I didn't expect to look up all day long. I didn't notice that someone tripped me under my feet, and I was bleeding.
There are also elders with solemn eyes:
"What happened this time is too much of a coincidence. I would never believe it if there were no calculations from the four major sects."
"Even the Dao Tingsi, and even the Central Dao Ting, must be secretly adding fuel to the flames..."
"What's the use of saying these words now?"
"Who doesn't know that they are plotting against us?"
"How could such an important position in the four major sects be given up to others..."
"It's just that this method is too despicable..."
"If you win, it's called a strategy. If you lose, you'll be called despicable."
"We may not lose..."
"Don't say such naive words. How can you still win at this point? Don't talk about going one step further. It's a blessing to be able to keep your current position..."
"You guys, how do you enhance other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"
"Otherwise? Isn't this a fact..."
Everyone was quarreling with each other, and the quarrel became more and more fierce.
An elder coughed, and everyone gradually calmed down.
The head of Tai'a's face was as dark as water, and then he could only sigh helplessly:
"Let's change a group of disciples. During this period, let them practice hard and hone their Taoism. This is the only way this Taoism Conference can be done..."
All the elders nodded one after another, but their faces could not help but look gloomy.
Even the head of Tai'a was not very optimistic.
Do your best and obey destiny.
He could only say silently in his heart: "I hope my ancestors will bless me and allow me to pass this threshold..."
…
Chongxumen.
Houshan Cave Fuzhong.
Ancestor Chongxu also said to the leader of Chongxu:
"The matter has come to this, all the mechanisms have been exhausted, and under the fog of heaven and earth, I have followed someone else's carefully planned path, so I can only admit defeat."
"I've done everything I can, and the rest is up to fate."
Head Chongxu sighed, "I hope these substitute disciples can perform beyond expectations."
Ancestor Chongxu nodded, but had no expectations.
When it comes to cultivation, the weak is weak and the strong is strong.
Occasionally the weak defeat the strong, it is a fluke.
But in a forum like this, where there are multiple rounds of fierce battles, there is almost no room for such "lucky".
Ancestor Chongxu said: "Try to survive this term, and it will be fine in the next term. We Chongxu Sect has a 'killer'."
Head Chongxu perked up and nodded, with some hope in his heart.
Linghuxiao is extremely talented and has extraordinary swordsmanship.
If he leads the team, Chongxu Sect will definitely shine in the next sword competition.
Even turning the tide is possible.
But the clouds still linger in the heart of Patriarch Chongxu.
He was just afraid that the four major sects would do everything possible and not give them a chance to breathe...
…
This scene between Tai'amen and Chongxumen was played out among the upper echelons of many sects in Qianxue Prefecture.
Some are happy, some are sad.
Some people's plans succeed, while others look up to the sky and sigh.
The closer we get to the Taoism Conference, the more frequent the changes will be.
Undercurrents are also constantly surging.
As for these, Mo Hua, an "ordinary" disciple of the Taixu Sect, didn't know much about them and never paid attention to them.
He remembered his duty and practiced with peace of mind.
His cultivation level is increasing little by little.
His swordsmanship is honed every minute.
And his formation, under the guidance of Mr. Xun and his hard work day and night, gradually became solid to a point that ordinary monks could hardly imagine...
Time flies by like a white horse.
Soon, more than six months passed.
Under the spotlight, the Taoism Conference in Qianxue Prefecture began...
Chapter completed!