Chapter 607 Blow-out
The night is deep and the room is silent.
In the empty room, Yu''er was still curled up, trembling, her little face was full of fear and pale.
The ghosts and monsters around were gloomy, demons were dancing, the black water was turbid, and scarlet spots were like purgatory, but ordinary monks could not see it at all.
Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yu''er, looking straight at the group of demons.
His eyes were filled with a hint of contempt, as if provocative.
The demons were angry, with a deformed and weird-shaped demon head and ghost face, all of them looked hungry and saliva, staring at Mo Hua, but they seemed to dare not act rashly.
They seem to be asking for permission for something.
Suddenly, a strange voice sounded.
Grim and cold, as if it contains supreme majesty.
These demons and evil spirits showed awe, but their expressions could not hide their excitement.
As if someone said to them, "You can eat..."
The group of demons immediately roared hideously, turning into a mass of dirty wind, pounced on Mo Hua''s sea of ??consciousness.
Mo Hua stood "idly", allowing the demon to turn into a pool of black water-like demon shadows, penetrated into his own sea of ??consciousness.
The demon entered the sea of ??consciousness of the Mo Hua, and the gloomy aura in the room gradually disappeared.
The fear on Yuer''s face gradually faded, and her hands and feet stopped struggling and gradually settled down.
But Mo Hua''s face was covered with a layer of darkness, her eyes were lost, and her seal hall turned black.
In just a moment, Mo Hua fell to the ground and slowly closed her eyes.
And in the sea of ??consciousness, the incarnation of the divine thought of Mo Hua opened her eyes at the same time.
The dark water spreads into the eyes, polluting most of the sea of ??consciousness.
In the black water, there are more than dozens of ugly and deformed monsters, densely packed together.
Their pupils are huge and blood-red. Looking at the ink painting, their ferocious mouths are filled with sticky saliva.
In the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting, it seemed like a demon festival and a feast of ghosts and monsters were held.
The offerings for the festival are ink paintings.
At least in the eyes of these demons.
The ink painting, which was originally sitting upright in the middle of the sea of ??consciousness, slowly stood up.
He did not deliberately restrain his breath. After a "qualitative change", the deep and concise, pure and fresh breath spread out.
All the demons lost their voices in an instant.
They opened their eyes wide and were a little disbelief, but in a blink of an eye, all the deformed eyes were full of fanaticism, and they roared desperately.
They make roars of unknown significance.
Ink paintings couldn''t understand, but he used the secret of heaven to calculate. From these fanatical and noisy roars, he vaguely "heared" two words:
“God…fetal.”
The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.
Divine fetus?
What''s the meaning?
"Do these demons regard me as a ''divine fetus''? Or do you want to feed me to the ''divine fetus''?"
"Is this divine fetus the fetus of divine consciousness, or..."
"The fetus of the evil god..."
Mo Hua''s eyes slightly condensed.
On the other side, dozens of demons and evil spirits looked at Mo Hua and there was an uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.
But they all restrained their greed and seemed to be waiting for orders.
Suddenly, a strange murmur sounded, unknown to humans or demons.
Whispers like the Nine Nether Purgatory.
In the sea of ??consciousness, I was quiet for a moment, and then there was a greater restlessness.
Mo Hua knew that these demons seemed to have obtained permission from some existence, and could not wait to prepare for "meal"...
The fishy storm suddenly became fierce.
Several demons, like wild horses that were rid of reins, used their hands and hooves together, and their mouths were ugly, and they bit them towards the ink painting.
The one who took the lead was a dog-headed man with his arms reversing and standing on the ground, and four "hooves" were in parallel, like a demon that was "cut" and pieced together.
In just a blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon approached Mo Hua''s body.
It opened its **** mouth and suddenly bit it towards the ink painting.
But wherever the fangs are biting, light blue water marks appear, and the ink painting body is like passing water, both real and illusory, floating away.
Shifting steps!
The dog-headed demon''s eyes sank, using his hands and feet, twisting his head, and his fangs were scattered, and he bit Mo Hua again, but while he was bitten, Mo Hua avoided it again.
The ink painting, who was sophisticated, looked calm and obviously did not take this demon seriously.
The dog-headed demon bared his teeth and continued to **** the murder.
But no matter how fast it is, how fierce it is, how fierce it is, how fierce it is, it can''t even touch the corner of the ink painting''s clothes.
The dog-headed demon was extremely angry, with his vertical pupils getting bigger and bigger, his bloodshot was ferocious and his eyes were cracked.
The evil spirit on its body was surging, and then it opened its fangs and exposed its **** mouth. It bit Mo Hua and killed him regardless of everything.
Mo Hua''s eyes were calm, and his steps changed, and he turned around lightly, avoiding the bite.
At the same time, Mo Hua accumulates strength on his side, clenchs his five fingers slightly, clenches into a small fist, condenses his spiritual thoughts, and punches out!
The power of the fifteen-line divine thoughts that are promoted after the qualitative change.
With just this punch, it is powerful!
The demon''s dog head was directly bombarded!
The head of the dog-headed demon was crushed by the power of divine thoughts attached to the Mo Hua fist and was directly destroyed, blown into a pool of black water, splashing several feet away.
All the demons whose pupils shrank slightly, were all fearful.
Ink painting smiles.
Sure enough!
The spiritual consciousness changes in quality, condenses like mercury, and is extremely tough.
That means...
His "body" in the divine sense is very powerful.
In reality, he is born weak and has weak blood.
But in the sea of ??consciousness, his divine thought "body" is indestructible, powerful and powerful, and can even get close to him and fight against these cruel demons!
These demons are transformed from evil thoughts, but they are soaked in black water like the sin "amnioshui", so the demon shadow condenses slightly, and there is a trace of "qualitative change".
This "qualitative change" makes them very different from ordinary evil spirits.
But the spiritual thoughts of ink painting are compressed by the eighteen-patterned spiritual consciousness. After the reconstruction of the Mystery Heaven Array, even the hair is condensed like mercury.
These demons themselves are just like evil thoughts of "fogging", stained with some black water stains.
And the spiritual thoughts of ink painting are like casting of mercury.
His "qualitative change" is far above these demons!
Therefore, the strength of divine thoughts alone is enough to crush these demons.
This is the reconstruction of the sea of ??consciousness of the Tianyan Jue and the transformation of the divine thoughts!
It is also true, the spiritual consciousness proves the truth!
Mo Hua looked excited, but it was a pity to think about it again.
This kind of change in spiritual consciousness is not a little good...
Mo Hua discovered that since the spiritual consciousness was compressed, reconstructed, and qualitatively changed, his spiritual incarnation seemed to have "not grown up"...
He is fifteen years old now, and in reality, he has obviously grown up a little.
But the appearance in the sea of ??consciousness is still the same as when the foundation is built, with small arms and calves, and it looks very "innocent".
The heart of Tao is like a child, and the mind of the gods is the original.
Although this kind of spirit and form remain unchanged and adhering to the original aspiration is also a good thing, I am still a little dissatisfied with the ink painting.
However, there are always some disadvantages in any exercise.
The incarnation of spiritual consciousness does not show it to others, and such a small matter doesn’t matter.
After the dog-headed demon died suddenly, the other demons were afraid, but they were also stimulated and stimulated their ferociousness. After a moment, they became even more fearless and rushed towards Mo Hua.
The ink painting looked excited, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
Although he was only in the sea of ??consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of "unparalleled body".
The demon approached, slaughtered and bitten, and the storm blew.
The ink painting is surrounded by light blue water shadows. In the battle between demons, it flicks and moves with ease. Once you catch the opportunity, you will punch.
Nothing can’t be solved with one punch.
If so, then two punches.
And the ink paintings are also happier and more skilled, and various means are emerging one after another.
A horse-faced demon, and the other accidentally, was caught by Mo Hua and punched through the chest.
A bull-headed demon was used by Mo Hua with both hands and broke off his horns.
A wolf-body demon fell from the sky by ink painting and broke his waist...
There were also those who broke his neck, smashed his front teeth, pulled his tail, kicked his spine, and kicked his head away...
After all, ink painting is not a real physical practice and has never learned formal Taoist martial arts, so it can only use simple and unpretentious moves to deal with these demons.
Each move is extremely superficial.
No skills, all is strength.
Relying on his powerful spiritual consciousness, he "flyed his strength" and punched and crushed the evil spirits.
The powerful "body" of divine thoughts, coupled with the exquisiteness of the crucifixion, sharp spiritual consciousness, clear perception, and control of the fighter jets. These demons are not enemies of Mo Hua when they are close together.
Ink paintings kill all directions, majestic and trembling.
Suddenly, a sinister water arrow broke through the air, hit Mo Hua''s shoulder, and broke the robe transformed by his divine thoughts.
In the water arrow, there is rotten water, as if it contains vicious evil thoughts, which can corrupt people''s hearts and divine thoughts.
Under the white and tender skin of the ink painting, a trace of dark spots appeared and some black blood flowed out.
Mo Hua frowned, a little unhappy.
He just got his flesh and was happily hitting, but he was a little careless, but he didn''t expect that he was hinting at the cold arrow and was injured with the evil rotten water arrow.
Mo Hua turned her head and looked into the distance. She saw that there were indeed a few snake-headed demons in the distance. She made up her hands, her eyes were full of viciousness, and she was spitting out a letter.
This rotten water arrow is the evil technique they used.
One of them had a long and narrow pupil and a smirk. It was obvious that the rotten water arrow that had just attacked the ink painting was its hand.
The ink painting was surrounded by a group of demons, and it happened to hide in the distance and attacked in a sinister way.
The sneak attack was successful, and the snake-headed demon was proud and couldn''t help laughing wildly.
But as soon as it was halfway through laughter, a fireball came quickly and instantly exploded its snake head.
The snake demon died, his head was blown away, and his body slowly fell down.
The unpleasant laughter came to an abrupt end.
Other snake monsters were panicked.
Of course, ink paintings will not let them go.
He actually dared to attack!
Mo Hua''s eyes turned cold and his fingers were frequent, so he used the fireball technique.
The second-grade fireball technique, with a blazing flame, like magma, one after another, drawing out fire lights, and swiftly and accurately, all the demons with snake heads, magic tricks, and long-lasting words in the distance were all exploding.
The demons around want to stop the ink painting.
But the ink paintings are exquisite in their steps, which is enough to calmly avoid the attacks of demons.
The fireball technique is fast, and in the middle of lightning, a spell can be formed and condensed into a fireball.
They can''t stop them at all.
If you are not careful, you will be caught by Mo Hua''s small fist, and you will be killed by the flaws, and you will be killed.
Some remote demons want to escape.
Ink painting will use water stamina technique, trap it first, and then use fireball technique to kill...
Because he was attacked by a sneak attack, he was a little angry. Ink painting was no longer polite, using both fists and feet, and using both spells.
One punch, one kick, one water and one fire.
With the blessing of the power of the fifteen-patterned qualitative transformation of divine thoughts, Mo Hua began to "slaughter" this group of hideous and terrifying demons.
But as he killed, Mo Hua frowned.
He felt that he had killed a lot, but these demons did not seem to have reduced much...
“Somewhat weird…”
Mo Hua did not stop, but at the same time he also released his spiritual consciousness and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression was shocked.
It’s Black Water!
These black waters are viscous and filthy, and can also corrode spiritual thoughts, like something terrible has been nurtured.
And these monsters and monsters are hatched from black water.
Every time you kill a demon, these demons will be swallowed up by black water, and then they will piece together the limbs of humans or demons to incubate a stranger demon.
If this continues, no matter how strong your spiritual sense is, it will be consumed a little bit.
And these demons can be endless and reborn based on black water.
Mo Hua''s eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little dangerous.
On the other side, I saw the countless demons I had hatched, slaughtered by Mo Hua like "stinky fish and rotten shrimps". There seemed to be a burst of anger in the black water.
The coldness came, and the storm was blowing.
The black water trembles, rolls and jumps, as if it is suffering from the pain of "childbirth".
Above the black water, black mist gushed out, condensed together, like a huge, evil embryo, pulsating like a heartbeat.
The moment the black water "embryo" condensed, Mo Hua discovered it.
His eyes narrowed, his fingers were frequent, and his fireballs were swept with fire, attacking the huge black water embryo.
Black water trembled, as if he was a little afraid.
A sudden strange roar came from it.
The demons around obeyed the orders and crashed into the fireball like a moth to the fire. They used their bodies to resist the attack of the Ink Painting Fireball Technique, desperately trying to save the embryo.
The demons near the ink painting also roared and rushed towards the ink painting.
Ink paintings are temporarily involved and have no time to take care of them.
After more than ten breaths, the black water trembled, the black fog surged and swollen, and a huge demon hatched out of it while breathing.
Its body is soaked in black water, its breath is violent and greedy, with no hands or feet, and even a body, only a huge head.
Black and dirty ears attract wind, thick and long nose, and long fangs.
This is a "pig-headed demon".
The black and turbid water hatched a huge pig-headed demon. I wanted to swallow the ink painting once and for all, and then corrode it with black water to digest it!
As soon as the pig-headed demon was born, he opened his eyes wide, his eyes were red, his saliva flowed, and his pupils turned irregularly, and he focused his attention on Mo Hua.
The air around was suddenly suppressed.
The demon next to him also looked frightened, as if he was afraid of the "pig-headed demon".
At this moment, the murderous intent suddenly grew.
The pig-headed demon suddenly opened his **** mouth and swallowed directly at the Mohua at an astonishing speed.
The demons along the way were not in a hurry to dodge and were swallowed whole by it.
Mo Hua looked calm and hummed:
"Do you want to eat me?"
His little hand stretched forward, and golden array patterns suddenly appeared on the ground, condensed into golden chains, layered and like prisons.
The three lotus golden locks are restored to the formation, and the golden light is shining, instantly condensed.
The pig-headed demon rushed halfway and was **** by the golden lock formation, and the forward rush came to an abrupt end.
The spiritual thoughts of ink painting, with the help of the formation, are deeply rooted into its flesh and blood. No matter how much it roars and struggles, it cannot break free, and it cannot get closer to ink painting.
Mo Hua flashed and rode to the top of the pig-head demon''s head.
He first hugged the pig-head demon''s fangs with both hands, tightened his face, and used his strength to pull it out hard, pulling it off directly, and withdrew the pig''s teeth, and with the skin and flesh, he removed the "blood" black water.
The heart-wrenching pig cries sounded.
Don’t care about the ink painting, and after pulling out one, then pulling out another.
After the two were lifted up, Mo Hua still clenched his small fists and rode on the pig-head demon''s head, punching one after another, "clang" and hitting the pig-head demon''s head.
"Make you want to eat me!"
The pig-headed demon was tied to death by the Golden Lock Formation and was suppressed by Mo Hua, so he could not be afraid of it at all.
Other demons were frightened by the momentum of Mo Hua and showed fear on their faces and did not dare to step forward.
The ink painting became more and more proud, and the fist was like rain, with the power of the change of consciousness, and soon the pig-headed demon was blown away, and even the sound of bone cracks faintly...
I don’t know how long I was “beating”, but I heard a loud "boom".
The pig-headed demon was also "exploded" by ink painting.
Its demon body cannot be condensed and becomes a thick black mist transformed by divine thoughts.
After these black fogs scattered, they condensed again and contracted backwards, hoping to return to the black water and incubate the demons again.
But ink painting is not allowed.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked it suddenly.
The black fog that was beaten to pieces by him was involuntarily pulled and pulled. In the end, they were unable to resist and were all sucked into Mo Hua''s mouth and swallowed into her stomach.
This change is just a blink of an eye.
All the demons stood there on the spot, their bodies trembled, and their eyes were filled with great horror.
These demons... were eaten by "people"...
Looking at the ink painting with a naive face and a hint of childishness, these demons couldn''t tell who the real "demon" was...
"Swallowed" the ink painting of the Pig-Head Demon, dark spots began to appear on his body, and evil thoughts began to invade the body.
But Mo Hua has experienced many battles in the formation and has become more evil spirits, so these evil thoughts cannot defile his heart.
His spiritual consciousness is reconstructed and changed.
These black water stains cannot hurt his spiritual sense.
In just a few breaths, the turbid air of the black fog and evil spirits was refined.
The body of the spiritual thought of ink painting is also as clear as before and as intact as before.
At the same time, the spiritual consciousness of ink painting has further grown, and it has taken one step further on the basis of the fifteen patterns, only a little short of the sixteen patterns.
In the sea of ??consciousness, there is a silence like death.
The once arrogant and ferocious demon and ghost had their limbs trembling and their eyelids twitched, and they didn''t even dare to look at the ink painting again.
But Mo Hua smacked her lips, and she was still a little impressed.
"Pig head meat is not very delicious..."
After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the other demons...
(This chapter ends)