Chapter 457 Eat more


    Mo Hua killed the zombie disciples, "eat" its evil thoughts, and began to meditate and refine them.


    There are some mottled memories in the evil thoughts.


    It’s all about refining corpses, raising corpses, and controlling corpses.


    The Zhang family has been passed down from generation to generation, and they do things that are sneaky. They sell coffins openly and refine corpses secretly.


    The same is true for this disciple.


    He is also Zhang Quan''s ancestor.


    But he was very talented, only refining qi, and he didn''t come into contact with zombies for long, and then he became a zombie.


    The Zhang family was afraid that he would be exposed, so they killed him and then sealed his divine thoughts in the picture of the ancestor.


    Like many other ancestors of the Zhang family.


    When it is alive, it becomes a zombie, and after it dies, it is still a zombie, so the evil thoughts that appear after it dies are also zombies.


    The Zhang family is also like this.


    The ink painting refined its evil thoughts, and at the same time, a cold, rotten, dead desire also polluted his spiritual consciousness.


    The bloodthirsty desire arises in Mo Hua’s heart.


    It seems that I have also become a zombie, longing for flesh and blood, and wanting to choose people and eat them.


    Evil thoughts enter the heart, ink painting immediately enters into meditation, meditate in meditation, and abandon distracting desires.


    Mo Hua was not panicked.


    As Mr. Zhuang said, every time evil thoughts enter the heart, it is a test of one''s own Taoist heart.


    Whether you can uphold your original aspiration and stick to your Taoist heart in the midst of material desires and evil desires is crucial to monks.


    Once the Taoist heart is lost and the original intention is destroyed, it is easy to make mistakes and be contrary to the way of heaven.


    People are not born to be invincible.


    The heart of Tao also needs little by little training.


    Mo Hua intends to start with evil thoughts from childhood, temper her will, and gradually realize her mind.


    Little by little, firmly believe in Taoism.


    Until the future, all evil will not invade.


    Even if the evil **** enters the mind and the demons are confused, their hearts are like a mirror and spotless.


    The zombie disciple was quickly refined by ink painting.


    Its slight evil thoughts were also abandoned by ink painting.


    The spiritual consciousness of ink painting has also increased significantly.


    This is the most obvious increase in the spiritual consciousness of ink painting in the past few months.


    But it''s not enough.


    Ink painting smacked her lips, and she was still unsatisfied.


    Zombie disciples only refine qi, but their spiritual thoughts are not strong. If they refine evil thoughts, they will not get much spiritual consciousness.


    This little spiritual consciousness is not enough to be stuck between the teeth.


    Mo Hua was a pity, so she opened her eyes.


    Bai Zisheng stared at him with bright eyes. When he saw Mo Hua open his eyes, he immediately asked:


    "How about it?"


    Mo Hua said: "It''s okay."


    Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:


    “What’s next?”


    Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "I''ll take a look, you''re still what I said before..."


    "Yeah." Bai Zisheng nodded, "I knocked you out, called Master, burned pictures, and raised the ashes..."


    Although it is somewhat different from what Mo Hua said, it is quite different.


    Mo Hua carefully opened this picture again. It was the "Picture of the Ancestor" on the surface, but it was actually the visualization picture of the "Zombie Picture".


    He took another look.


    There is also someone in the picture, looking back at him.


    What was revealed was still the zombie face.


    There are also zombies leaving the table, jumping out of the painting, and jumping into the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting.


    This time, Mo Hua placed two zombies, and then closed the picture.


    These two zombies are still just refining qi. According to their human identity, they are disciples of the Zhang family. According to their zombies, they are just walking zombies.


    These two zombie disciples jumped into the sea of ??consciousness of Mo Hua and looked at each other, showing ecstasy on their faces.


    This sea of ??consciousness is too broad.


    The spiritual consciousness inside is too rich.


    Enough for them to eat for a long time.


    It is even possible that eating directly becomes a foundation-building!


    Unexpectedly, this young monk was a treasure land for food in his sea of ??consciousness.


    But I haven''t waited for them to be happy for long.


    A fireball technique roared and exploded in an instant.


    There was a direct blow to a zombie, and the bright red flames burned its whole body, causing it to suffer and struggle on the ground.


    Another zombie was stunned.


    What was that just now?


    Fireball?


    Where does the fireball technique come from in the sea of ??consciousness?


    Soon it knew where the fireball technique came from.


    Because not far away, a young monk with picturesque eyes was deep and he could not see any joy or anger, and his little hand pointed at it.


    Before the zombie could react, a fireball condensed from the little monk''s fingers.


    This fireball is extremely fast, extremely accurate, and extremely cruel.


    In an instant, it flew to its front.


    The zombie''s white pupils were filled with red flames, and then the whole body was also blown away by the fireball technique, and fell to the ground, suffering from the burning fire.


    This pain is very real.


    The zombie almost forgot that he was dead and had no physical body.


    It was panicked.


    Who is this little monk?


    But I didn’t intend to talk nonsense.


    Time is limited, so the battle is quick.


    This time he stopped playing hide-and-seek, and the zombies in the Qi Refining Stage could not test the details of the Zhang family''s ancestors.


    The ink painting is simple and rough, and directly uses fireball techniques to kill these two zombies.


    After the bombardment, refine evil thoughts and enhance spiritual consciousness.


    Later, the ink painting was made in the same way, opening the picture to release the corpse, bombarding the fireballs, and refining evil thoughts.


    Although the evil thoughts of refining Qi are not strong, they accumulate a lot. After "eating" a few zombies, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness was significantly enhanced again.


    But it is still a bit insufficient.


    This time he made up his mind and hit several ancestors in the front row of the Zhang family.


    The seats are high, and among the ancestors of the Zhang family, they are also ranked, at least they are elders of the Zhang family.


    The elder''s evil thoughts should be stronger.


    But how can you lead them to your own sea of ??consciousness?


    Mo Hua thought about it and her eyes were slightly brighter.


    He took out two pieces of paper, one covered the ancestors of the Zhang family, and the other covered the disciples of the last class.


    Only a row in the middle was left, looking like an elder, the monks of the Zhang family.


    Mo Hua randomly picked one person and stared at him.


    After a few breaths, the "man" also turned his head and looked at the ink painting.


    The same zombie face.


    Horn nose, hanging eyes, a sinister face, and a gray complexion.


    It''s an iron corpse!


    When it saw Mo Hua, it looked vicious, and then in its gray eyes, a greedy look flashed, and it flashed in its sea of ??consciousness.


    After entering the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting, the iron corpse was stunned.


    Even though it was an elder who had seen the world, he was shocked by the sea of ??consciousness of Mo Hua.


    Then there was a crazy laugh.


    Its laughed hoarsely, its throat was broken, harsh and unpleasant.


    Ink painting, who was invisible next to him, nodded.


    It seems that Elder Iron Corpse cannot see through his concealment...


    Mo Hua held a stick again and tiptoed behind the iron corpse. He held up a stick high, and looked at the iron corpse''s head with a stick.


    A thousand-jung stick hit the back of the iron corpse''s head.


    Ink painting even heard a "clang" sound.


    It''s like the sound of iron tools intersecting.


    The palms of the ink painting were also slightly numb.


    The elder of the Iron Corpse was also staggered by the smash, with a ferocious face and a little confused. He turned his head and looked even more surprised when he saw Mo Hua.


    After a moment, it came back to its senses and its eyes became more and more greedy.


    The look of looking at Mo Hua was like looking at a thousand-year-old ginseng.


    Ink painting is a bit of a pity.


    It seems that the strength of the Iron Corpse is still very strong.


    Beating a stick is not very harmful.


    The iron corpse elder has a solid figure, unlike an ordinary corpse. If he sticks down, his body will be a little dispersed.


    It was hit by Mo Hua and staggered a few times, looking painful, but not hurt.


    The two of them confronted each other and did not take action easily.


    Elder Iron Corpse could not understand the background of the ink painting. Although it was coveted, it was also afraid.


    He looked at the ink painting carefully, looked around again, and suddenly he suddenly realized, and said hoarsely:


    "I said why? There are several disciples who entered your sea of ??consciousness but couldn''t get out. It turned out that they were attacked by you!"


    The divine consciousness is manifested and the divine consciousness is profound.


    It is no inferior to the Iron Corpse Elder.


    Those Zhang family members at the walking zombie realm could not be the opponent of this little monk.


    There is nothing wrong with dying at his hands.


    Ink painting is not up to date.


    Elder Tiezi flashed with a sharp look, "What should you blame for killing my Zhang family?"


    Mo Hua muttered in her heart:


    "I not only want to kill your Zhang family, but also your Zhang family ancestor..."


    But on the surface, he just said nothing:


    "They want to eat me, and I kill them, which is their own fault."


    Elder Iron Corpse sneered, "They only want to eat a few bites of your spiritual sense, but you killed them. At a young age, the methods are too cruel."


    Mo Hua was shocked, "Have you become a zombie and your brain is rotten? Can you say such words?"


    Elder Tiezi snorted coldly.


    It is thinking about the strength of ink painting in mind.


    The manifestation of this little ghost''s consciousness should be an innate talent.


    But the confrontation of divine thoughts is not that simple.


    Even if this little devil has some talent, how can he compare with the corpse art techniques that the Zhang family has inherited for hundreds of years?


    One or two little disciples, this little devil may be able to pick up the bargain.


    But since I let myself in, this little devil is the disciples of the Zhang family, a big meal!


    Elder Tiezi looked at the tender and cute ink painting and couldn''t help but lick his tongue.


    Mo Hua also understood its thoughts and snorted coldly in her heart:


    "Who is whose feast is not certain?"


    Elder Tiezi couldn''t help it when he looked at the ink painting.


    It suddenly opened its big mouth, revealing its fangs. On it, it was tempered with rotten corpse poison, and its body turned into a blue light and bit it directly towards Mo Hua.


    Its attack seems to be fast, but all its behavior has long been clearly understood by the Mohua. Ink paintings used their vanishing steps and calmly avoided the culprit of the Iron Corpse Elder.


    Elder Iron Corpse acted in one go, changed his moves continuously, stretched out his sharp claws, and slapped several times from different angles, but Mo Hua avoided them one by one.


    Mo Hua even stepped on the head of the Iron Corpse Elder and calmly retreated.


    Elder Iron Corpse was both annoyed and angry.


    This little devil dares to humiliate himself?


    It was about to rush forward again, but found that the ink painting that was stretched apart, and the fingers were a little far away, and the fire suddenly appeared.


    A fireball roared.


    Elder Tiezi''s pupils shrank, and he had only time to cross his arms and blocked him.


    Then the fireball Explode exploded in front of it.


    The clothes on both arms were burned, revealing the iron-blue-like arms.


    The iron arm was burned to charred.


    There are still flames licking all over the body.


    Elder Iron Corpse took a breath.


    Fireball?


    How is that possible?


    How can spiritual consciousness condense into spells?


    It realized something was wrong...


    This little devil is not just because he has good luck or is innately talented to manifest his spiritual consciousness.


    He must have the inheritance of the divine thought method!


    In the sea of ??consciousness, magic is manifested.


    This method is extremely clever. It has been parasitized in the picture for so long and has eaten so many spiritual consciousnesses of monks. I have never seen it before, and it is even unheard of it.


    Even my ancestors probably never knew this method.


    Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.


    "We need to make a long-term plan..."


    It''s really unwise to fight alone with this little devil.


    We need to gather the power of the entire Zhang family, plan other plans, kill this little devil, and then share his spiritual sense.


    If you have the chance, you will take his inheritance again!


    The strength of the Zhang family will surely increase greatly!


    Elder Tiezi had decided to retreat.


    Ink painting instantly understood its thoughts.


    Since you want to run away, I’m welcome.


    He used a water prison technique to control the iron corpse, and then the fireball technique frequently occurred, one after another, and the blazing flames directly swallowed the iron corpse elder.


    After a moment, the fire disappeared and smoke and dust spread everywhere.


    Elder Iron Corpse roared and walked out of the fire smoke.


    It has red eyes, huge body, and black skin. It has obviously become corpse. Its overall strength has risen a little further.


    "You little dear, you angered me!"


    The Iron Corpse Elder became angry when he turned into a corpse.


    But for ink painting, there is actually no difference.


    He still used water prison technique to control it and then used fireball technique to kill it.


    Elder Iron Corpse had nowhere to exert his strength, so he could only let Mo Hua suppress it. He knew it was not good, and tried his best to rush to Mo Hua against the explosion of the fireball technique.


    But when I looked up, there was no sign in front of me.


    The ink painting has used its lapse of water steps to retreat calmly, and the distance is opened again, then controlled by water pricking technique, and then bombarded with fireball technique...


    In the midst of the fire, the Iron Corpse Elder''s face was ferocious and in a messy figure, and was frightened.


    I have lived for so many years and ate so many monks, but I am completely no match for this little monk?


    I was suppressed by his spells so much that I had no power to fight back?


    Can you only be like a sandbag, fixed by spells and then hung and beaten?


    Elder Iron Corpse was incredible.


    But Mo Hua also frowned.


    It seems...it can''t be killed.


    After the iron corpse became further transformed, the flesh was too hard.


    Fireball alone can be suppressed and defeated, but it is difficult to kill.


    If you spend so much, your spiritual sense may be exhausted and your magic power will be weak, so it will find an opportunity to escape.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly cold, "I have to find a way to kill it."


    Elder Tiezi also understood this truth.


    It is not the opponent of Ink Painting, so it can only resist Ink Painting''s fireball technique and minimize damage. Only when Ink Painting''s spiritual sense is exhausted can it have the chance to escape or even kill.


    In this way, the magic will be suppressed and the spiritual consciousness will be consumed.


    This little devil can''t hold on for long...


    Sure enough, the fireball technique stopped after a moment.


    Elder Tiezi was ecstatic. As soon as he looked up, he saw Mo Hua close his eyes and concentrate, not knowing what he was doing.


    Elder Iron Corpse was stunned.


    What does this little devil mean?


    Distracted? Or give up?


    Or maybe, what happened to the spiritual consciousness?


    Should I escape first, or pounce directly and kill him?


    It hesitated for this moment and suddenly realized something was wrong.


    The breath around the body seems to have changed.


    Elder Iron Corpse suddenly looked down and saw that at some point, many light blue, fine spiritual power gossips appeared under his feet. These gossips meandered and circulated on their own, connecting them into mysterious patterns.


    Elder Tie Corpse widened his eyes.


    What is this?


    It saw that it was not good, and it was about to run away, but it was too late.


    The first secondary formation of ink painting has been completed.


    This is a golden lock array.


    The light blue spiritual power formed a formation on the ground, and instead emitted golden light, condensed into chains of spiritual power, locking the Iron Corpse Elder tightly in place.


    Elder Iron Corpse tried several times but couldn''t break free.


    And after a while, the second formation was already drawn.


    This is a smelting array.


    The moment the formation pattern was formed, the light blue spiritual power emitted a dazzling red light, and the ground turned into a sea of ??fire, like a furnace of flames, trapping the elder of the Iron Corpse and burning it.


    Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.


    Formation?


    Is this little devil a formation master?


    But is the formation master drawn in this way?


    Without a pen or ink, you can condense the formation so quickly with just the spiritual thoughts?


    The formation adheres to the way of heaven and kills divine thoughts.


    What''s more, it''s such a realistic and powerful formation.


    Elder Tiezi''s heart trembled.


    "It''s over, the gutter has capsized."


    It was just hungry for a long time. When he wanted to come out to eat something, he was roasted by a little devil from somewhere.


    The cultivation world is so **** sinister!


    A little devil is so dangerous.


    As death comes to an end, Elder Iron Corpse wants to do his best and struggle for a while.


    For a moment, it broke free from the Golden Lock Formation, but was fixed in place by the water **** technique of Mo Hua. After a while, the spiritual power on the Golden Lock Formation was restored again and turned into a Golden Lock, locking it firmly.


    And the furnace-like fusion array is no longer burning its body.


    A blunt knife cuts the flesh sooner or later.


    Elder Iron Corpse was desperate.


    Mo Hua looked at the Elder Iron Corpse while on the side and suddenly said curiously:


    "Your method of corpse transformation was passed down by your ancestors?"


    Elder Iron Corpse gritted his teeth and said:


    “So what?”


    "Do you have other means?" Mo Hua asked.


    Elder Tiezi said in anger.


    "You have no other means, you will die here today." Mo Hua reminded "good intention".


    Elder Tiezi was so angry that he couldn''t speak.


    Mo Hua touched her chin and thought.


    This Iron Corpse Elder seems to be in trouble and has no other means.


    Ink painting is a bit regretful, but also a little disappointed:


    "You ancestors, will you pass on this little thing?"


    Elder Tiezi sneered: "Of course it''s impossible. My ancestors have many methods. How could they be just a little boy..."


    As it was talking, it suddenly stopped, and then it was suddenly shocked.


    This little devil is trapping his own words?


    What does he mean?


    What does he want to know?


    Old ancestor…


    He wanted to figure out the methods of his ancestors. Could it be... he was trying to make the ancestors'' ideas?


    Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.


    No, it is impossible.


    How could he be like a little devil?


    Elder Tiezi was stunned and then looked horrified.


    No, it is possible!


    With this little devil''s incredible ability in the sea of ??consciousness, he really may be able to murder his ancestors!


    If he really lets him succeed and understand the methods of the ancestor, then the ancestor, the ancestor...


    The ancestor is in danger!


    Elder Tiezi''s heart trembled.


    When Mo Hua saw his thoughts, he saw through them and couldn''t help but feel sorry for him:


    “It’s great to be a fool.”


    If you figure out everything, you can only kill you.


    Although Mo Hua did not intend to let him live.


    Mo Hua didn''t talk too much, and focused on activating the formation, directly refining the terrified iron corpse elder, and then swallowed it in one mouthful.


    The iron corpse''s divine consciousness is much stronger.


    After swallowing the ink painting, it is still not enough to be refined for the time being. It will probably take a few days to slowly refine it.


    Some evil thoughts occasionally emerge from the bottom of your heart.


    Ink painting can only meditate quietly in the future and gradually calm down the evil thoughts in the heart.


    After quitting the sea of ??consciousness, Mo Hua opened her eyes and looked at the picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family.


    There are also many zombies, a few iron corpses, and Zhang Quan''s ancestors in the picture.


    Come one by one...


    None of them can escape!


    I just don’t know if the spiritual consciousness will directly reach the Thirteenth line after the pot is finished...


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but think about it.


    Bai Zisheng asked when he saw this, "Are you... okay?"


    Mo Hua came to his senses and shook his head, "It''s okay."


    Bai Zisheng frowned, "Something is wrong..."


    Bai Zixi''s eyes were like water, and she also stared at Mo Hua for a while, and said in confusion:


    "How come your face looks bad?"


    Mo Hua rubbed her little face, "I have to digest something bad after eating."


    ?This chapter is a bit long, more than 5k words, so it’s a little late~


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    (This chapter ends)