Chapter 290 Ending


    Scarface was pretending to die, but unexpectedly, Mo Hua suddenly got hit by him and couldn''t help but hum in pain.


    But he was injured by the third leader, and his breath was weak. Facing the ink painting, he had no power to resist at all. Even if he had to eat a thousand-pound stick in the ink painting, he could only bear it.


    "Little kid, how did you see it?"


    Scarface said with a pain, but at the same time he was puzzled.


    His method of breathing in the turtle can hold his breath and pretend to die. He stolen it from an old evil cultivator.


    The old evil cultivator relied on this magic to escape danger and survived his life for many years. Only then could he survive until he was old.


    This turtle breathing method is quite remote, and few monks can see the flaws. Even the third leader has never noticed it for a while.


    He couldn''t understand that this little devil was young and had little experience. Why could he see that he was pretending to be dead?


    Mo Hua snorted coldly, but didn''t want to answer him.


    Now that his spiritual consciousness has broken through the limit, he already has the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building realm.


    Although the spiritual power flowed slowly on Scar''s face, it was not stagnant. Some tiny spiritual power flowed out in Mo Hua''s spiritual sense, so he could not deceive him.


    And he is a demon hunter.


    The necessary homework for the demon hunter is to detect the monster and pretend to die. How could he be deceived by Scarface''s crude turtle breathing method?


    As for the third leader.


    He didn''t realize the scar face and pretended to die, because he was all focused on Mo Hua and neglected to perceive;


    Second, I am also confident in my cultivation and feel that if I do it myself, Scarface will definitely die.


    The most important thing is that he is not a demon hunter and has no experience in detecting and cheating.


    Mo Hua did not answer Scarface''s words, but raised a thousand-pound stick to stimulate the formation, and broke Scarface''s limbs one by one.


    Scarface was in great pain and said hatefully:


    "Little devil, you and I have no grudges, why should we kill them all?"


    "No grievance or revenge?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and hit him with another stick:


    "What kind of hatred do those women who have been punished by you until death, and the monks who have been killed by you? Haven''t you killed them all?"


    Scarface sneered in pain, "Whether I pick and punish or kill someone, what''s the matter with you?"


    "Guess."


    Scar''s face and eyelids twitched. This little devil spoke unreasonably and could not guess what he was thinking or what he was going to do. He couldn''t even feel the murderous intent.


    But he knew in his heart that this little devil must be killing him!


    Why?


    He should have never met this little ghost and had no grudges.


    Scarface couldn''t figure it out and gritted his teeth and said:


    "Where did I offend you? Tell me clearly and let me die clearly."


    "I like to make people die in an unknown way, so as to save trouble." Mo Hua said.


    His appearance of not getting into salt makes Scarface helpless.


    Scarface turned his mind sharply and suddenly sneered: "You don''t want to be a chivalrous and righteous person, and stand up for justice, right?"


    Mo Hua ignored him and started to think about something.


    Scarface mocked, "This world of cultivation is the prey of the weak. You are so naive and naive, and you can''t survive in the world of cultivation. You will die sooner or later without a place to bury..."


    Seeing that he was about to die and was still chattering, Mo Hua slapped him in the face with another stick.


    "What nonsense?"


    Mo Hua thought about it, took out a large handful of demon **** cordata from the storage bag, twisted out the grass juice, and dripped it on Scar''s face, and continued:


    "The survival of the jungle is just a lie..."


    "When you are a strong person and want to bully the weak, you will say ''the strong prey on the weak''; when you are a weak person and are bullied by the strong, you will say ''The way of heaven is the most righteous''."


    "After all, it''s just an excuse for selfishness."


    After twisting the grass juice in the ink painting, he threw all the remaining demon treacherous cordata on Scarface and said:


    "And now, you are the one who dies without a burial place..."


    Scarface smelled a fishy smell on his body and said in panic: "What are you going to do?"


    Mo Hua said: "This is demon **** cordata, which tastes fishy and rotten, and will attract monsters to come and eat you."


    "Didn''t you say ''the strong prey on the weak''? I''ll let you experience the feeling of being a weak person, being ''the strong prey''. See if you will say that in the future..."


    Scar''s face showed horror.


    "Oh, by the way." Mo Hua thought for a while, and then suddenly said, "You may not be in the future... Then let''s do it in the next life. If you can still be reincarnated as a human being in the next life."


    Scar''s face was so bloody, "You little devil, your heart is so vicious!"


    "Evil?"


    Mo Hua snorted coldly: "When you harm others, you don''t feel that you are vicious. If you harm you, you blame others for viciousness. It is wrong to favor one or the other."


    Scarface knew that death was coming, and he felt fearful. His eyes turned and then said:


    "Little brother...No, Master Dao, let me go, I will definitely change it in the future."


    "What to change?"


    "I will do good deeds and accumulate virtues in the future, and I will not do evil things if I do not cultivate evil deeds!" Scarface said hurriedly.


    "Really?"


    "If you violate this oath, you will be struck by lightning!" Scarface swears.


    Mo''s screen showed hesitation: "Take it serious?"


    Seeing this, Scarface thought that something had turned around and immediately said:


    "Take it seriously! I will definitely eat vegetarian food and do good deeds in the future and will not do anything contrary to the laws of heaven."


    Mo Hua thought for a moment, nodded and said with relief: "It is no greater good to know that you can correct your mistakes."


    Scarface was overjoyed, "Then can you let me have a way out?"


    Mo Hua smiled brilliantly, "No."


    Scar face was stunned.


    "I''m lying to you. You can correct your mistakes. This sentence is nothing more than good. How can you correct your mistakes? You can''t even change them."


    Scarface was furious.


    This little devil is playing with himself!


    He struggled to get up, but suddenly realized that at some point, the little devil had set up a formation beside him, killing him to death.


    This little devil was talking nonsense to him, it turned out to dispel his vigilance and set up a formation so that he could not struggle and died completely!


    The little spiritual power he had finally recovered was useless.


    As long as the monster comes, he will definitely die!


    Scarface was desperate, staring at Mo Hua tightly, with a ferocious and resentful expression:


    "Little beast, even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go!"


    Ink paintings turn a deaf ear.


    He was "eat" by the real green-faced ghost, but he was still afraid that he would be a false ghost that he made a wish and could not actually be a ghost?


    Scarface still wanted to scold him again, Mo Hua had already done what he had done and was out of patience to talk nonsense to him.


    "Then you remember..."


    Mo Hua walked to Scarface with a thousand-pound stick and said condescendingly:


    "If you are a human being, I will let you die without a complete corpse. If you are a ghost, I will still let you lose your soul!"


    "You just wait for death with peace of mind!"


    After saying that, before Scarface said something, Mo Hua raised the thousand-pound stick and smashed it down with a heavy blow.


    The stick was so strong that it was completely knocked unconscious.


    Mo Hua put away the thousand-pound stick and nodded slightly.


    The scarred face fainted. When he woke up, he would probably see himself eating by a monster and truly experience the "salary to the weak".


    Mo Hua was afraid that he would scream, so he knocked him out, which was also considered to avoid him from suffering before his death.


    After all, waiting before death is the most painful.


    Ink painting is considering it "kindly".


    After doing these things, Mo Hua sighed again, feeling a little depressed.


    He thought of the woman who committed suicide in the night.


    Living people suffer all the torture, and wanting to die is also a luxury.


    He now let the scar face experience the torture and despair the woman suffered before her death.


    But his level is low and his cultivation is limited, so all he can do is this.


    Not far away, there were already several monsters that came out of the night. Smelling the rotten smell of demon **** cordata and the fishy smell of human blood, his eyes greedily rushed towards the woods.


    Mo Hua''s spiritual consciousness had long discovered these monsters.


    He calmly used the concealment technique, concealed his body, and at the same time used the vanishing steps, and found a direction without a monster or a third leader to gallop.


    After staying in Heishan Village for so long and experiencing so many twists and turns, now that he has finished his work, he can finally go home.


    And along the way, he no longer has to be afraid.


    The visual image was revealed, and after eating the green noodles ghost, he refined his divine thoughts.


    Nowadays, the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua is comparable to building a foundation. No one in this deep mountain can see through his hidden art.


    As long as you leave the Heishan Village, fish will enter the sea.


    It is impossible for these evil cultivators to find him again.


    (This chapter ends)