Chapter 456 Eat and be eaten


    This zombie disciple of the Zhang family looked shocked as soon as he entered the sea of ??Mo Hua''s consciousness:


    "What a deep spiritual sense!"


    “Innately great replenishment!”


    Its voice was hoarse and sticky, and it was a little leaking.


    Like a living person who has become a corpse.


    Then it couldn''t wait, opened its hideous mouth and sucked a mouthful of spiritual consciousness filled with consciousness.


    At the entrance of the spiritual consciousness, the zombie disciple''s eyes were excited.


    Pure, rich and delicious.


    This is the taste of the top-grade spiritual consciousness!


    The zombies laughed wildly.


    After that, I couldn''t help but eat and sucked up suddenly.


    As it swallows more spiritual consciousness, its body gradually becomes stronger and its body becomes a little taller.


    The zombies **** their spiritual consciousness, and the sea of ??consciousness in the ink painting also hurts faintly.


    "Is this the feeling of being eaten by the spiritual consciousness?"


    Hidden aside, observing the zombie''s ink paintings, and said silently in his heart.


    Some pain, a little discomfort, but quite obscure.


    If you don’t pay attention, you will not notice it.


    Even if I hadn''t seen it with my own eyes, I would probably not believe it at all.


    You will only feel that you are mentally exhausted, have poor energy, have a distraction, are depressed, and have many worries and evil desires linger in your heart.


    I would never have thought that my spiritual consciousness was being eaten by evil things.


    Mo Hua nodded, remembering this feeling.


    "Be careful in the future!"


    People’s hearts are unpredictable, and they may not be able to discover the many changes in their spiritual consciousness at all times.


    Therefore, we must step by step be familiar with the various signs of the change in the sea of ??consciousness, prevent the problem from escalating, and eliminate unknown hidden dangers in the spiritual consciousness.


    In order to avoid any evil spirits in the future, I will not know about it.


    In addition, ink painting has also verified a little.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, the hidden technique can take effect.


    At least this zombie didn''t find himself.


    Mo Hua frowned slightly again.


    But what is this zombie?


    Is it a human, or a zombie?


    After observing the ink painting for a while, I gradually became speculated in my mind.


    This zombie disciple should be considered the ancestor of the Zhang family.


    The Zhang family has refined corpses for generations, and their divine thoughts are assimilated with zombies. In their self-cognition, they are both humans and corpses. Therefore, after their death, their divine thoughts are sealed in the picture and they appear as zombies.


    But no matter whether it is a human or a corpse, Mo Hua does not intend to let it go.


    Mo Hua hid herself, carrying a thousand-pound stick, and quietly walked behind the zombie disciple.


    The zombie opened her mouth wide and ate happily.


    I never thought that every move I made was under the gaze of others.


    I also didn''t realize that danger was gradually coming.


    Mo Hua walked behind the zombie, held up a thousand-pound stick, and smashed it hard with all his strength with both hands!


    "Let you steal food!"


    This stick was extremely powerful, and it made the zombie disciple''s scalp deform and his body became a little illusory.


    The height that had grown due to stealing his spiritual sense was smashed by the stick and he went back shorter.


    After smashing, the ink painting was also a little surprised.


    He didn''t expect that his thousand-pound stick would be so powerful.


    The zombie disciple had a numb scalp and heartbroken pain. After finally recovering, he turned his head angrily and saw a young monk with beautiful eyebrows and red lips and white teeth standing behind him.


    The zombie disciple was stunned.


    Then it widened its eyes, as if it had seen a "ghost".


    "No! How could anyone be there?!"


    Mo Hua had a small face and looked a little dangerous:


    "You went to my sea of ??consciousness to steal food and asked why there was someone? Is my spiritual consciousness so delicious? I..."


    Ink painting wants to threaten a few more words.


    But before he could finish speaking, the zombie disciple ran away when he saw that the opportunity was not good.


    Its ugly face was full of panic.


    The moment he saw the ink painting, he knew that he was no match at all.


    This young monk is not old, has a small figure, but his figure is extremely clear and his aura is profound and unpredictable.


    This is a sign of the powerful spiritual consciousness and complete manifestation.


    What''s more, it just ate a thousand-pound stick.


    The power of this stick makes it lingering fear.


    The greater the power, the stronger the spiritual consciousness.


    The zombie disciple was frightened.


    If the spiritual consciousness has not been manifested, you can still eat it.


    But once it manifests and the disparity in spiritual consciousness reaches this point, if you don’t run away, you can only be buried here.


    The zombie wants to escape from Mo Hua''s sea of ??consciousness.


    The ink painting will not let it escape. With a stretch of your little hand, you will hold it in the palm of your hand, and the manifested spiritual power condenses into a water **** technique.


    The shackles of divine thoughts appeared out of thin air, tied the zombie tightly in place. The zombie disciple struggled to break free, but he couldn''t break free at all.


    It looked frightened and said in disbelief:


    "Spell?"


    How could it be?


    Can divine thoughts still use magic?


    The ancestor has never said this...


    Ink painting slowly walked to it.


    The zombie knelt on the ground and said in panic: "Senior, spare my life!"


    Mo Hua said, "Don''t you spare your life and let you harm others again?"


    The zombie disciple swore: "Don''t worry, senior, I will do my duty from now on and will never harm others!"


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "You are a zombie. Isn''t your duty harmful to others? How can you not harm others if you abide by your duty?"


    The zombie disciple was stunned and saw Mo Hua''s expression of fun. He knew that this young monk would not believe in his fraud at all, so he said furiously:


    "The ancestor will not let you go!"


    Mo Hua''s eyes moved slightly, and she said with a smile:


    "Do you think...I will let your ancestor go?"


    The zombie disciple was shocked.


    This little devil is actually trying to attack his ancestors? !


    How dare he?


    The zombie disciple suddenly felt a chill in his heart.


    This little ghost has powerful spiritual consciousness, many tricks, unpredictable methods, and can use magical ideas. He can use his own mind to make a fool of himself, and he is afraid that his ancestor...


    The zombie disciple was both shocked and angry.


    "No, you must inform the ancestor, otherwise the ancestor will be in danger!"


    The zombie disciple''s face suddenly became ferocious. He bit off his fingers and swallowed them into his abdomen. Then his body expanded, and his malice gradually arose. In an instant, it turned into a dead body with a white skin.


    It is exactly the same as Zhang Quan took the corpse blood pill.


    "First try my best to deal with this young monk, then take the opportunity to escape and report to the ancestor that even if he is seriously injured in his vitality and incomplete in his limbs, his ancestor will protect me from being filial to me."


    The zombie disciple thought.


    Then it tried its best to break free from the constraints of the water prison technique and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua''s expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand gently and condensed a fireball technique.


    The fireball is bright red and hot, and is a false fire condensed by the spiritual consciousness, but it looks extremely real.


    As soon as Mo Hua thought, the fireball suddenly shot out and bombarded the chest of the zombie.


    The fire was filled with fire. Before the zombie disciple could pounce on Mo Hua or deal with it for a round, he was directly hit back to his original form by the Fireball Technique.


    He was as if he was deflated, he took off his body and was on fire, lying on the ground wailing.


    It seems that there is a real fire burning on it.


    Along with the pain, there is also boundless despair.


    It never expected that the divine consciousness of this little monk would be so powerful.


    The fireball technique revealed is so powerful...


    Mo Hua also frowned and said in confusion:


    "Why am I so strong?"


    He thought about it for a while and gradually understood.


    In reality, I am refining my energy.


    But in the sea of ??consciousness, I am building the foundation.


    This zombie disciple is just a walking zombie, which is considered to be the cultivation level of Qi refining.


    Now I am building the foundation and cultivating my energy.


    It is a bullying of the "small" with "big".


    The small waist of the ink painting straightened up instantly.


    "No wonder, I said why I suddenly became so powerful!"


    It is not natural to build the foundation and win the cultivation of qi.


    The ink painting was proud for a while, but felt a little boring.


    This zombie disciple is too weak to exert his strength.


    It seems that among Zhang Quan''s ancestors, I have to choose some strong people to practice.


    Step by step, step by step.


    Once you have mastered the methods of manifestation and understand the methods of the zombies in the Zhang family, then attack Zhang Quan''s ancestor.


    This will be foolproof.


    Zhang Quan''s ancestor has the highest cultivation level and the strongest evil thoughts, so he must be a big zombie.


    And after living for so long, there must be many tricks.


    There are still some risks in starting it now.


    Besides, it has so many "superbs and grandsons", and its fists are hard to beat four hands. A group of zombies ran into the sea of ??consciousness, and Mo Hua couldn''t handle it.


    The rice must be eaten at a bite.


    The idea of ??ink painting was decided, so he planned to "eat" the first bite of rice first.


    This zombie disciple is useless.


    Ink paintings are intended to be used for the full purpose.


    He used several more fireball techniques to directly knock the zombie to ashes.


    The ashes dissipated, and the zombie''s thoughts were all destroyed, turning into gray, sliver-like divine thoughts.


    A small mouth of ink painting, swallow all of them into the belly.


    This zombie who only wants to eat Mo Hua''s spiritual sense was eventually "eated" by Mo Hua.


    Its evil thoughts also strengthened the spiritual consciousness of ink painting.


    (This chapter ends)