The Ancient Mystery, the flow of the five elements, and the unity of the formation and path, the Taixu Divine Sword, radiated a sudden surge of light, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and suddenly slashed down.
The blood-slaying blade condensed with blood from the divine skeleton was broken every inch at the moment of the confrontation. The bloody path of slaughter, cruelty, killing, silence and dehumanization on it was also strangled by the swordsmanship drawn in ink, and was finally destroyed by the simple and vast
The Taixu Sword Intention was directly crushed.
Eventually, the Blood Blade collapsed.
The majestic God-Slaying Sword cut off the bloody blade, opened up the sea of ​​​​blood, and struck the divine skeleton with supreme force. The third-grade divine skeleton, with its divine thoughts condensed and realistic, and black and red blood, was like an indestructible armor.
But in front of this "God-Slaying Sword" that combines the Kaishan Sword Formation, the Broken Gold Sword Formation, the Guishui Sword Formation, the Lihuo Sword Formation, and the ancient Taixu Sword Formation, it is still vulnerable to a single blow.
The dazzling God-Slaying Sword blade only lasted for a moment before it broke through the bloody armor of the divine skeleton, shattered its shoulder bones, cut into its body, and then went straight down, completely cutting the divine skeleton into two halves.
Cut off its path and cut off its origin.
The divine body is broken, the blood flow is cut off, and the origin is cut off.
At the wound, the sword intention remained, still cutting continuously, preventing the injury from recovering and killing all life.
The horrified look on the corpse's face still remained on its face. After a moment, it slowly turned its head and looked at Mo Hua, who was holding the God-Slaying Sword in both hands, with frightened eyes. "What a powerful sword..."
Gradually, Shengui's expression became calm and indifferent.
Its body is gradually dissipating, and its will is gradually disappearing, but its tone is very calm. "You win...
"Your Taoism is a mess, and your swordsmanship is a mess...but I have to say that it is indeed very strong." "But the Tao has no end. The further you go, the more refined and pure you have to be. If you are so careless, you will not be able to move forward."
Far away."
The bloody divine corpse took a last deep look at the ink painting.
"I lost this time. I hope I can meet you next time..." "If you don't die, if..."
"It's still your words."
After the divine skeleton finished speaking, it turned into ashes and was completely annihilated, leaving only a black-red, gravel-like smoke on the spot. Mo Hua frowned.
"If you lose this time, you will meet me next time. Isn't this thing dead? Why did you meet me after it was dead?" "And... isn't it the divine skeleton of the Great Desolate Evil God? How can it be different from other divine skeletons?
Is the difference that big?”
"Is it because it is a third-grade one, or is there some other reason?" "This divine skeleton is a little weird..."
Mo Hua pondered for a while, and suddenly felt a sting in the sea of ​​consciousness, and immediately felt in his heart, "What happened, I consumed too much..."
As the divine skeleton of a third-grade external evil, the load on his sea of ​​consciousness and body was too great, causing his blood to shrink, and even his sea of ​​consciousness began to tingle. In addition, the marrow of his soul was also used up...
Mo Hua felt bitter in his heart and murmured:
"This battle is really a miserable victory. I am exhausted, I have used all my cards, and my family fortune has been wiped out. Fortunately, I killed a third-grade divine skeleton. I should be able to regain some of my original capital. I hope this third-grade divine skeleton
Don't let me down....
Mo Hua stood up weakly, approached the third-grade black smoke, stretched out his palm, and wanted to manifest the formation. He would simply refine it first, but when he stretched out his palm, Mo Hua found that his palm was completely black.
.
Mo Hua was startled.
"When was I hurt?"
"Or is it contaminated by this divine corpse?"
He looked down and realized that not only his palms, but his entire arms, shoulders, chest, and even most of his body were completely black, as if they were stained with sewage. Mo Hua's pupils shrank.
At the same time, a sharp, sinister and harsh laughter sounded from the evil fetus!
Mo Hua's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to set up a Shinto formation to completely seal his soul, but it was already too late.
Black water gushes out from inside his divine body, contaminating his limbs and bones until his face is stained with black spots. "I clearly set up a formation, how did you get out?" Mo Hua said in shock.
The evil-born black water covered Mo Hua's face. Using Mo Hua's tongue, he sneered in a sharp and strange voice: "Why... do you think your Shinto formation, with your modest attainments, can seal me?"
"I have been dormant for a long time. Do you think I will do nothing, just let you seal it, and wait for you to kill me?" "I have been waiting for a long time, and now is the time..."
Mo Hua's heart sank, and he wanted to call out the Dao Monument, but there was no movement in the sea of ​​consciousness. Then he remembered that the Dao Monument would not appear until midnight.
Xie Tai sneered, "Don't waste your efforts. I'm hiding in your soul and know everything about you." "Your Taoist monument won't come out until the time comes."
"Although your spiritual sense is strong, it is not as good as the third-grade divine skeleton. If you force a fight, your spiritual essence will be consumed." "If you are unlucky, you will die in the hands of the divine skeleton."
"Even if you win the Divine Bones, you still have to put in all your strength and use all your cards. Within a period of time, you will run out of gas...
Mo Hua frowned and said, "So this third-grade divine skeleton was actually summoned by you? You have been dormant for so long, just for now?" After Mo Hua finished speaking, his face became dark and gloomy again, and he changed into the appearance of an "evil fetus"
, sarcastically said:
"Yes, you are indeed smart. You just figured it out now."
Mo Hua said coldly: "Don't forget, you can't erode my Taoist heart. In a head-to-head confrontation, even if I am exhausted now, you will not be my opponent." "As long as it takes a few hours, it will last until the end.
At this time, there is a Taoist monument protecting the sea of ​​consciousness, but you can still only be your 'shrinking tortoise'."
"During the holidays, I will definitely kill you!"
Even though Mo Hua was at a disadvantage, these words still made Xie Fei's heart palpitate.
It had already been trapped in the shadow of Mo Hua, and it only dared to show up when Mo Hua was exhausted after a deadly battle with a powerful enemy. But it also knew that this was the only chance.
Black blood surged all over the body painted in ink.
"These days, I have been thinking about how to win you, how to kill you, how to eat you..." My dusty memories are waking up little by little, but among these memories, there is no one who can kill you.
Get out of your way."
"There are ancient beings living in the sea of ​​your consciousness. There are too many secrets in you. Your divine consciousness is too strong, and your methods are endless." "So, I want to understand..."
Xie Tai smiled gloomily, "I can't defeat you. Only you can defeat yourself. Only you can kill yourself... Mo Hua was shocked and felt something bad.
Then the evil energy suddenly appeared, and the black blood on his body was like a worm, seeping into the fine tentacles and seeping into the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts, constantly absorbing, replicating, and assimilating, as if it was trying to divide him.
I struggled with ink painting, but to no avail.
I don't know how long it took, but the black blood completely covered the ink painting, like an embryo. Finally, the embryo trembled, hatched, molted, and turned into another figure. The evil fetus also merged with this figure and stood there.
Opposite of the ink painting.
Mo Hua then slowly raised his head and looked towards the opposite side, his expression was shocked for a moment. Standing opposite was another "Mo Hua".
There was a "black ink painting" of the same size, same body shape, and same face as him, but his whole body was soaked in black blood, and he had a sinister and evil aura. He was a strange and terrifying "black ink painting". At this time, the "black ink painting" grinned, revealing its white teeth:
"This is my last original magical power: embryonic transformation."
Its voice is exactly the same as the ink painting, but there is a hint of cunning and insidiousness in the crispness. "I used your soul as a guide and my divine way as the "fetus" to hatch another you." "I pollute.
Without you, I can’t let you become me.”
"In that case, then I will be you."
In this way, as long as I kill you and eat you, there will be no difference between you and me. There will be me in you and you in me, and we will merge into the ultimate divine fetus, and you and I will become one. Mo Hua's face looked a little ugly.
He pointed his hands together and manifested a raging fireball, heading straight towards the "black ink painting" transformed by the evil fetus.
But at the same time, "Black Ink Painting" also pointed out a pitch-black fireball, whizzed out, and collided with the red fireball in the ink painting. The fire crackled, the spiritual thoughts exploded, and the fireball disappeared, but it carried an evil aura.
The black fireball is obviously better.
Ink Painting held his hand in vain again, and when he grabbed it out of thin air, a water prison descended and bounded away towards the "Black Ink Painting".
The black water flashed, and Hei Mo Hua used Water Leaving Step to escape from the Water Prison Technique. After standing still, he grabbed it with his backhand, and a Black Water Prison Technique suddenly came to Mo Hua's side. Mo Hua also used Water Flooding Step to avoid it, and then his pupils became deep.
, with a thought, the Golden Lock Formation manifested, trapping the "Black Ink Painting" from all directions.
The golden formations turned into chains, wrapping around the body of "Black Ink Painting".
But "Black Ink Painting" suddenly laughed ferociously, waved his left hand, and immediately removed the golden lock formation pattern all over his body.
Condensing his right hand, he manifested the Black Fire Sword, and with a casual slash, he split the entire Golden Lock Formation. The Golden Lock Formation collapsed and completely dissipated. Mo Hua's expression was extremely solemn.
"Hei Mo Hua" looked at him and grinned, the smile was both innocent and evil, "I said, I hatched you, I am you, I can do all the moves you know." Mo Hua was silent for a moment.
After this fight, he now realized firsthand how difficult "he" was. And it wasn't just that.
Now he is exhausted from fighting for a long time.
However, the blackened self in front of me has just been hatched from the evil fetus and is still in its "full power". Fighting like this is simply not an option.
Mo Hua sighed, "We are born from the same roots, so why rush to fight each other? Since you are me, why don't we shake hands and make peace? Why do we have to fight to the death?" "Hei Mo Hua" heard this and said with a smile:
"As I said, I am you. It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself." Mo Hua made a "thump" sound.
"Hei Mo Hua" pointed his finger, and a black fireball was blasted towards Mo Hua. Then he held his hand and re-manifested the Heili Fire Sword. He used the passing water step. With a few flashes of his body, he approached Mo Hua's body. The tip of the sword
Directly to the heart of ink painting.
Mo Hua used Water Step, dodged the black fireball, grabbed it with his backhand, manifested the Tai'a Kaishan Sword, held a sword flower, and swung away the Heili Fire Sword that was stabbing his chest, and then slashed close to him, and with "Black"
The "transformed" self started to fight.
However, after the battle with the third-grade divine skeleton, Mo Hua's spiritual energy was consumed too much, and he was no match for "Black Ink Hua". Regardless of spells, formations or sword techniques, he was at a disadvantage.
The moves of "Black Ink Painting" are becoming more and more fierce and cruel.
Mo Hua's breath is getting weaker and weaker, the wounds on his body are getting more and more, and the injuries are getting more and more serious. But despite this, Mo Hua is still struggling to hold on.
But his support obviously has limits.
After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua was finally exhausted, his mind was exhausted, and he stumbled, revealing a flaw.
The "black ink painting" that had been pressing the ink painting suddenly showed a ferocious smile, holding it in vain with its left hand, and evil thoughts rose, manifesting the Lishan Cremation Evil Array, trapping the ink painting in the array. Then it condensed the black water sword in its right hand, and fiercely
Throwing it, the black water sword soaked with sinister evil energy flew out of the air and went straight to Mo Hua's heart.
The black mountain stirred and turned into a cage. Evil fire surged and evil thoughts surged, engulfing the ink painting directly.
The sinister black water sword also stabbed where the ink painting was. The sword light shattered and strangled him wantonly. Dark evil thoughts, mixed with firelight, filled the air for a moment.
But when the smoke cleared, there was no figure drawn in ink in the formation.
"Black Ink Painting" looked up and saw an ink painting with a dim golden light on the edge of the formation. He was panting with the Mountain Sword in his hand. It was obvious that he had just used some means to avoid this formation that consumed a lot of evil thoughts.
And the killing game of swordsmanship.
"You're lucky...but you won't be able to hold on to your 'drowned dog' look for much longer..."
"Black Mo Hua" sneered, and then without any nonsense, he re-manifested the pitch-black Mountain Sword and attacked Mo Hua again. Mo Hua, whose oil was all gone, could only grit his teeth and continue to fight against his blackened self.
After fighting like this for a while, the ink painting finally failed again and showed flaws.
"Black Mo Hua" continued to kill, using both formations and sword techniques, trying to take Mo Hua's life.
Huge spiritual fluctuations came, but after the smoke subsided, Mo Hua still "suffered" "dangerously". "Black Mo Hua" was extremely angry and killed Mo Hua again.
The ink painting barely held up, but several times, it was about to hang up, but the "black ink painting" kept hanging up and finally realized something was wrong, and immediately said angrily:
"Your divine marrow has not been used up at all! Do you still have the divine marrow left?" Mo Hua shook his head: "No."
Hei Mohua's eyelids twitched and he pointed at him and said: "You are still quibbling, what is that on the corner of your mouth? Isn't it the essence of the spirit you just stole?" Mo Hua wiped the corner of his mouth, "You are wrong, this is the blood I vomited.
"
Hei Mo Hua was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "You are indeed... despicable and cunning." Mo Hua stopped pretending and said confidently:
"I'm a child from a poor family. Whether it's spiritual stones or divine marrow, I'm used to saving a little as a spare to avoid running out. I feel panicked." Mo Hua looked at "Hei Mo Hua", "Didn't you say you are me?
?You should understand this habit."
"Black Ink Painting" was silent.
Mo Hua said strangely, "You don't understand? Oh, right..."
He suddenly realized something and confirmed something, "You say it's me, but after all, you were born in the Great Wilderness, the embryo is bad, and you don't know the sufferings of low-level monks. After all, you are not me."
The face of "Black Ink Painting" is gloomy and very ugly.
It suddenly realized that it still underestimated this half-human, half-god kid. It was really difficult to kill...much more difficult to kill than ordinary gods.
But no matter how difficult it is to kill, there should be a limit.
"You don't have much divine marrow left," Hei Mo Hua looked at Mo Hua with his evil eyes, "I don't believe how much marrow you will have left after fighting against a third-grade divine skeleton. You can't delay it for too long."
Mo Hua nodded and admitted, "There isn't much left, we can't delay it for too long, so..." "I'm going to kill you too!" Mo Hua said solemnly.
The pupils of the black ink painting shrank.
Mo Hua held his hands in empty hands and raised them above his head, with a look of determination: "I admit, you did push me into a desperate situation..."
"I have indeed been plotted by you. At this moment, I am at my weakest, and my essence is indeed gone." "If I delay it any longer, I have no chance of winning, so I can only fight to the death."
"With this final sword, I will fight you to the death!" "If I win, then I am still me."
"If I lose, then you become me."
"Do you dare to fight with my life for this last sword?"
Mo Hua's eyes were stern, like looking at an ant, looking at the blackened self in front of him. Hei Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then he felt angry.
Do you dare?
It sneered, "Don't forget, I was born in the mold of you. I know all your moves. Do you think you can kill me with the Divine Sword?" Mo Hua said: "
How will you know if you don’t try?”
The black ink painting has an indifferent expression. It doesn't intend to fight.
It knows better than anyone else how cunning and difficult the body of "Mo Hua" is, and how much dirty water there is in its belly. He wants to fight with himself, and there is definitely something wrong with it.
"Black Ink Hua" remained motionless, and then he discovered that while Mo Hua was talking about "fighting the sword", he was actually raising his hands above his head. There was no movement at all, no sword energy condensed at all, and even his eyes flickered, and there was a little bit.
Guilty.
"Black Ink Painting" understood instantly. He was bluffing!
He is me and I am him.
He knew that "I" was suspicious, so he bluffed and pretended to fight to the death, but in fact it made him fearful and did not dare to fight to the death with him. He was stalling for time!
When he was dragged to his death, the Dao Monument emerged and protected his sea of ​​consciousness, so he had nothing to do with him. But spells, formations, and even the general "Sword Transformation Style" couldn't kill him at all.
The only way to kill him is the final form of Taixu's divine mind that transforms into a sword - "God-killing Sword". "Black Ink Painting"'s pupils trembled, and his thoughts changed rapidly:
"It's not that he wants to fight with me, but that I should fight with him!"
"Before the Dao Monument appears, use this sword to kill him. This is my only chance to replace the 'Mo Hua'."
"He also understands this about 'Mo Hua', so he took the lead and pretended to fight me desperately, which made me fearful and dare not really fight him to the death with the 'God-Slaying Sword'."
"As long as I hesitate and dare not take action to actually kill him, then once the time comes, I will no longer be able to do anything to him. All my plans so far have been in vain..."
"Black ink painting" has the same origin as ink painting, and I instantly understood the idea of ​​"ink painting".
Then it no longer hesitated. It held both hands in the air, and the pitch-black evil sword array condensed into the swords of divine thoughts one by one. They merged in its hands with terrifying momentum. I can also use the sword he knows. He can do it too.
If you understand, I understand too.
His spiritual thoughts were damaged and consumed a lot, and his divine marrow was almost used up. But my evil thoughts are still abundant. This sword will determine life and death, and I have the advantage!
Chapter completed!