Chapter 608 Golden Marrow


    The eyes of Mo Hua swept over, and all the demons and evil spirits were scattered and trembled.


    They are afraid of being "eat".


    The color of the black water is also a little lighter, and it seems that it takes effort to make it work. The pig-head demon that "delivered" was eaten, hurting its vitality.


    A strong anger came from the black water.


    It seems that there has never been a "person" who dares to be so disrespectful to it.


    What''s more, this person is still a young man with a tender face and a stinky breast.


    But at the same time, it also felt deeply afraid in its heart.


    Although eating this little devil will be a big tonic.


    But if you spend too much effort and hurt the origin of the God Lord, it will be more than worth the loss...


    Mo Hua thought and seemed to notice that the "black water" had a desire to retreat. When his eyes blinked, he had an idea of ??raising his chest, raised his head, and looked extremely arrogant.


    In the eyes of Mo Hua, there was contempt.


    At the same time, he licked his lips provocatively.


    It seems that this ball of black water is regarded as a "dssert".


    Hei Shui was stunned for a moment, then trembled violently, as if he was very angry by Mo Hua.


    A stronger murderous intent was also heard in the black water.


    This time it no longer holds back.


    The majesty of the Lord of God is inviolable.


    The dignity of the Lord of God cannot be blasphemed.


    It is about to "eat" this half-step little devil and offer the most delicious and pious sacrifice to the awakening of the Lord of God!


    In the sea of ??consciousness of ink painting, it suddenly became cold, and the filthy black water spread, dirty all over the floor.


    The black water expanded, turning into black fog, surging and turbulent.


    After a while, the black fog dissipated, with demons growing inside, and ghosts filled with them. They were all hideous and terrifying, deformed and ugly.


    And there is a ball of black water on their chests, like a heart, trembling slightly, using the evil and filthy black gas as blood, enhancing the power of the demon.


    This time, there are more demons hatching in the black water, and they are obviously stronger.


    Before Mo Hua could react, the demons and ghosts went crazy and rushed over, as if they didn''t want to give Mo Hua any chance to resist. They wanted to tear the Mo Hua apart and swallow it alive.


    Mo Hua frowned and began to dodge with her passing steps, while sneaking attacks with her small fists, occasionally using water pricking techniques to control it, or using fireball techniques to finish the attack.


    But these demons are obviously stronger.


    With one punch, he could only beat the demon to a broken bone, break his appearance, or be disabled, but he could not beat him.


    But the demon''s arrogance is even more arrogant.


    They are not afraid of death or pain, they are trying their best to eat a piece of meat from Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua had been hit for a while, and she was a little tired, and her hands and feet were a little sore, so she could only sigh.


    "I''m so tired of physical cultivation..."


    It’s refreshing, but after playing for a long time, it’s a bit boring.


    Mo Hua punched a horse-face demon''s face and crooked the face of a demon; with a backhand, he stepped on the waist of a wolf demon; with a backhand, he picked up the horn of a bull demon with his backhand, and threw it hard, overwhelming a large number of demons...


    With this gap, the ink painting touched the ground with his feet, took a few steps back, and opened the distance.


    “I’m tired of playing…”


    Ink painting said lightly, then spread his arms and his pupils instantly pitch black.


    In his body, the aura instantly changed from innocent and clear to profound and bizarre.


    A series of dark and strange textures appeared around him, densely woven, condensed into an ink-wash Taoist robe, draped on him.


    The demons changed color instantly.


    In the black water, a shrill roar came out, which twisted and turned into an intermittent and terrifying voice:


    "The secrets of heaven?!"


    "Who are you…"


    “Strange…”


    “…Who is it?!”


    Mo Hua is too lazy to talk nonsense, her spiritual sense is derived to the extreme, her eyes are full of strange shadows, and there are dense patterns on the Taoist robe.


    His spiritual consciousness tilted out, and at an extremely fast speed, it instantly condensed into a huge formation, covering all the demons and monsters.


    "Lishan Cremation Formation!"


    This is a trick made by the ink painting in his spare time. It is above the first level of the first level of the second level. The five elements and eight trigrams are in harmony. The five elements and eight trigrams are generated together. The eight trigrams and the eight trigrams are trapped in the enemy, and the killing style is restored.


    This set of reconstruction was built by Mo Hua after he was guided by Mr. Xun, and with his own insights on building the Five Elements Demon Destroying Array, he tried to integrate the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Array system and built it.


    This formation is very difficult.


    In reality, there are various restrictions.


    Using ink painting''s current realm of spiritual consciousness, it is very difficult to draw.


    But in his own sea of ??consciousness, the spiritual thoughts of ink painting are unrestrained, manifested formations, as they please, and unscrupulous.


    Ink paintings need to use this set of reconstitution to stew all the demons and monsters in a pot so that they can "eat" full.


    The moment the formation was formed, Hei Shui noticed a trace of great terror.


    It did not expect that it just wanted to give a tooth sacrifice, but it could encounter a monster who could instantly form a formation using the magical way and had a half-step divine fetus!


    But it''s too late.


    Ink painting showed murderous intent, and with a small hand, he said crisply:


    "kill!"


    In an instant, the Lishan cremation rehabilitation formation was opened.


    The rocks manifested by the divine thoughts are raised and intertwined, forming a rock dungeon, trapping all the demons.


    Then the fire of the five elements surges, and the Bagua Li fire covers the top, and the two intertwined, like magma, flowing between mountains and rocks.


    The entire reorganization is like an erupting volcano.


    Demons and monsters are trapped in volcanoes, burned by flames, and swallowed by lava.


    Their flesh and flesh are charred inch and turned into ashes.


    In the boundless fire hell, countless deformed and hideous demons shouted in their heads and howled in pain.


    The black water, as the "embryo", was also incinerated by the flames, evaporated and turned into black fog.


    Later, it was further refined by Lihuo to form the white and green energy.


    Mo Hua lives on the Lishan Cremation Reset Formation, looking down at the countless demons and ghosts, howling in pain in the formation, turning into black and gray, and nodding.


    "The formation is still easy to use..."


    "The physical cultivation is too stupid."


    Occasionally, you can move your fists and bones and move your muscles and bones, and it’s okay to play with it, but relying on your own three-legged cat’s practice and martial arts, it’s still too low to kill demons and eliminate demons.


    Mo Hua sat down cross-legged.


    He is going to "eat"!


    Lishan cremation array burns and kills demons, and at the same time, they also cleanse these demons and refine them into white energy.


    Mo Hua sat next to her, "baking" and "eating".


    Every thread, the spiritual thoughts enter the abdomen, constantly strengthening the spiritual consciousness of ink painting.


    Just after the ink painting was "eat", his spiritual realm was still at the fifteen-shaped lines. Although it was much deeper, it still did not make any breakthrough.


    After the Lishan Cremation Formation destroyed these demons, it gradually disappeared.


    All demons were slaughtered.


    All the black water was evaporated.


    Only one remains...


    It seems to be hidden in the deepest part of the black water, wrapped in black water without leaving any trace.


    But now the demons are slaughtered and the black water is burned, and it has to show its true form.


    This is one...


    Mo Hua narrowed her eyes and looked at it, "Sheep''s Head?"


    The bones have a human face and hideous sheep''s horns. They look not big, which is the height of an ordinary adult monk, but they are much shorter than those demons.


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "What are you?"


    The demon with bone-faced sheep horn was furious when he heard this, and didn''t know what he was roaring. Seeing Mo Hua''s face confused, it turned into a crappy and gloomy voice:


    "Irregular little devil!"


    "If you kill some **** slaves and demons, you think it''s amazing!"


    “I am the Lord of God…”


    "You offend the Lord of God, and you deserve all your sins. If you kneel down and beg for mercy and take refuge in my Lord, I may give you grace and forgive..."


    The ink painting flashed with a flash of water, approaching it, clenched its fist, and punched it on the door of its face.


    The demon had no power to resist and was directly hit by Mo Hua with a punch, and fell to the ground like a sack, rolled several times, and then struggled to escape.


    The ink painting stretched out his right hand and condensed into a golden array pattern. He locked it, and then used a small hand move.


    The golden chain dragged the demon to the ink painting again.


    Mo Hua punched it again, then pulled it back and hit it away...


    After many times, the demon was beaten and collapsed to the ground.


    Mo Hua walked forward and stepped on it on the soles of her feet, looking puzzled, "You seem like a fool? Don''t understand what''s going on now?"


    I am so strong.


    The demons and grandchildren it hatched were all cremated by itself using the formation and roasted and eaten.


    Why is this demon so arrogant?


    Mo Hua kicked it and asked:


    "What is it that God Lord follows? Is it a lackey of evil spirits?"


    "Lord of God, what''s the thing? Is it an evil god?"


    The bone-faced sheep horn demon was furious, "Insulting the Lord of God, you..."


    It wanted to scold "you deserve to die", but when he looked at Mo Hua raised his small fist, his face "vicious" and he didn''t dare to scold him.


    Mo Hua looked at the demon and touched her chin, feeling a little confused, "You seem...are you afraid of death?"


    The demon sneered:


    “It is the supreme glory to sacrifice yourself to the Lord of God, and…”


    The demon''s voice is crazy and his eyes are crazy:


    "I am the Lord of God, and I am protected by God, and my divine thoughts are immortal. You can bully me and insult me, you can beat me and hurt me, but you will never kill me!"


    "If the Lord of God is immortal, I will never die!"


    Mo Hua was slightly stunned, and then he realized that he had just beaten the bone-faced sheep horns and there were no cracks on its bones, and its sheep horns had never been broken.


    Although the Lishan cremation array burned its black water, it did not hurt it at all.


    “It’s strange…”


    Mo Hua looked at the demon like a torch.


    Although this demon was arrogant, he was still scared when Mo Hua stared at him like this.


    Suddenly, Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, "Sheep''s horn!"


    He reached out and touched the horns of the demon''s head, and then broke by force, and found that he could not break through.


    After a closer look, the ink painting looked shocked.


    “Real…”


    Ordinary divine thoughts, essence is like fog.


    The spiritual thoughts of ink painting are as condensed as mercury.


    And the demon''s horns, not only the horns, but the entire horn skull is almost "real" and extremely strong.


    “From virtual to real…”


    Ink painting was shocked.


    His expression was seen by the demon. The demon was extremely proud and sneered: "What do you want to do if you know the Lord of God...what are you going to do?!"


    Before it finished speaking, the ink painting opened its mouth and bit on the "sheep''s horn".


    Unfortunately, I didn''t chew it.


    Mo Hua beat the sheep''s horn a few more times, and found that he didn''t understand the beat...


    "It''s indeed a hard bone..."


    Mo Hua muttered.


    The demon sneered, "It''s good that you know..."


    But Mo Hua became competitive. He had to hammer the bone to pieces today.


    Both soup will make you strong!


    If you chew on this hard bone, your spiritual consciousness will be stronger?


    Perhaps it can directly break through the sixteenth pattern, or even close to the seventeenth pattern?


    Mo Hua''s eyes were excited, and then in the horrified eyes of the demon, Mo Hua used all kinds of methods, first using formations, then using magic, and then using small fists to beat them.


    But no matter what, the horn skull is not broken at all.


    Mo Hua''s brows became tighter and tighter the more she frowned.


    But this demon gradually felt relieved.


    "Sure enough! The blessing of the Lord of God is unscrupulous!"


    Even this little monster who is a monster can''t do anything to him.


    The demon of sheep horns was tortured by ink painting, but he felt proud of his piety and the blessings of the Lord of God.


    It sneered, "Don''t bother, the little ghost who is still stinky and like a straw dog, how could he know the great power of the Lord of the Great Wilderness?"


    Ink painting is a little angry.


    He frowned, and suddenly his eyes dripped, and he said with a smile:


    "I''ll show you something good."


    The demon was stunned and didn''t believe it even if he beat it to death. Mo Hua really showed it any "good thing". The demon snorted coldly, "Don''t use any conspiracy, in front of the Lord of God, everything..."


    But Mo Hua ignored it at all. Before it could finish speaking, she carried its neck and dragged it to the front of the Taoist monument.


    It is past midnight, and the Taoist stele can already be displayed.


    Mo Hua pressed the demon''s head on the Taoist stele and ordered:


    "Look at it."


    Although the demon didn''t think that there was something that could break the protection of the Lord of God, he was still scared of Mo Hua, and still closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look at anything.


    Mo Hua thought about it and said:


    "Your God Lord is a mouse, sneaky, shameless, shameless..."


    "If you have anything, hide behind you and act as a turtle."


    "No, if you say it hasn''t woken up yet, it''s probably dormant..."


    "Living for so long..."


    "A thousand-year-old turtle, turtle, turtle, are you a **** lord or a turtle?"


    Sheep horn trembled all over when she was angry. Under the "sweet words" of Mo Hua, it finally couldn''t help it.


    It opened its eyes suddenly and was stunned.


    In front of it, there was a scarlet, dead array pattern.


    The anger in the heart of the sheep horn demon instantly dissipated, and endless fear surged into his heart.


    Thunder of disaster...


    Thunder? ? !


    Its eyes wide open, incredible.


    What kind of monster is this little devil? !


    How could there be a thunder in his sea of ??consciousness? !


    "you?!"


    Before she finished speaking, she saw the thunder pattern flashing slightly, revealing only a trace of breath, and a faint stream of thunder was generated, which instantly wiped out its consciousness.


    At the same time, its "indestructible" sheep horns are protected by the Lord of the Great Wilderness, and there is also some "immortal" idea that is instantly erased.


    A cracks emerged above the skull of sheep.


    Mo Hua quickly took it away from Lei Wen, and broke it with his hand, and it was easily broken. A trace of light golden liquid thought flowed out of the skull...


    Mo Hua was shocked, "Is this... bone marrow?!"


    Light golden bone marrow!


    Mo Hua stared at the "bone marrow", hesitated for a long time, but still couldn''t help it. He dipped his index finger a little, put it in his mouth and licked it.


    No taste.


    But the taste is good...


    The spiritual consciousness contained is not strong, but after eating it, it has a very mysterious feeling.


    It seems that since then, I have been completely different from all living beings in the world.


    He is a **** who lives above the nine heavens, with a vast power and overlooking all living beings.


    And all living beings in this world are all ants and straw dogs.


    It is my own sacrifice...


    Mo Hua quickly shook her little head, throwing this absurd and strange thoughts behind her, and then carefully looking at herself.


    Only then did I realize that at some point, my body of divine thoughts, had a trace of light golden blood.


    Although it was very light, it was so faint that only he could notice it himself.


    Ink painting frowned.


    "Is this golden bone marrow a true ''god'' thought?"


    Could this trace of "blood of divine thoughts" be derived from the "divine master" mentioned by these demons, that is, the so-called "lord of the Great Wilderness"?


    Why do these demons pester Yu''er?


    They...want to use Yuer as a sacrifice?


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.


    In the dark, he always felt that there was a big conspiracy that enveloped Yu''er, Shangguan''s family, and even the entire Qianzhou...


    But he was still confused about what it was.


    "Forget it, let''s take one step at a time..."


    Just do what you should do...


    Adhering to the principle of "not waste", the ink painting drank all the remaining light gold "bone marrow".


    Anyway, I was struck by the thunder, even if there was really the divine consciousness of the "Wild God" in this "bone marrow", it was wiped out. The remaining ones were pure and had some magical consciousness.


    It is a great tonic!


    Mo Hua held the horn skull, drank the bone marrow, licked the corner of her mouth, and was satisfied. There were also a few more traces of light golden blood in his body.


    At this point, all the demons were eaten and wiped away by him, and they knocked on their bones and sucked the marrow.


    After "eating" full, I''ve gotten ready and it''s getting late, so Mo Hua plans to go out.


    …


    Ink painting withdrew from the sea of ??self-knowledge. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that her body was covered with a soft blanket.


    A gentle woman, who was by her side, looked anxious, was Aunt Wan.


    There were several monks who looked like elders in the distance, whispering something.


    "It must be an evil spirit!"


    "The Gu family is so dignified, where are the evil spirits coming from when so many great monks guarding me?"


    "You don''t understand..."


    “Evil spirits are different from evil spirits…”


    An old man snorted coldly, "I have been living for hundreds of years, what have I never encountered before? Where can there be any ''invisible evil spirit''?"


    "It''s not that you can''t see it, it''s that your spiritual sense cannot sense it..."


    "Absurd! Can''t the golden elixir and the feathered spiritual consciousness still sense?"


    "I can''t understand you when I play the piano to a cow..."


    “…Cause and effect…”


    "Then this kid..."


    “Let’s go wrong in practicing…”


    "What nonsense?"


    "…It must be that evil spirits invaded, hurting the sea of ??consciousness and invading the mind. Look at his Yin Tang''s dark face, his face is gloomy, and he is unconscious. If he does not treat it early, he will probably be more evil..."


    The man was halfway through his words and suddenly suffocated.


    Because he woke up when he saw Mo Hua...


    The others were also stunned and couldn''t speak.


    Only Wen Renwan, who looked worried, showed joy, "Mo Hua, are you okay..."


    Mo Hua nodded, "It''s okay."


    Wen Renwan hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice:


    "You just..."


    Mo Hua said: "I just had a nightmare. A group of monsters and monsters entered my dream and wanted to eat me, but they were not my opponents and were all killed by me!"


    Wen Renwan''s expression was complicated and I didn''t know what to say.


    The elders next to them also had different expressions.


    Some people have no expression on their faces, just think Mo Hua is talking in her sleep; some people laugh and shake their heads, just say "children''s words"; some people show sneer on their faces, just think Mo Hua is talking nonsense.


    No one thought that what Mo Hua said was actually the truth...


    Mo Hua saw their expressions in her eyes, a little helpless.


    There is no way, nowadays, no one believes the truth.


    Wen Renwan was still worried:


    "You... are you really okay..."


    Mo Hua smiled, "Don''t worry, Aunt Wan, and..."


    He turned his head and looked at Yuer who was lying on the bed, stretching his eyebrows and looking peaceful, and said softly:


    “…Yuer also slept well…”


    Wen Renwan was stunned, and then looked at Yu''er, with a gentle expression and gentleness as water. The stone that had been hanging in her heart also fell gently.


    "Yes, Yuer finally...slept well..."


    She looked at Mo Hua again, looking grateful.


    Everyone was still by Yu''er''s side.


    There is no danger in the ink painting, and they can’t see the clues, so they stop asking about it.


    There were only a few elders, looking at Mo Hua, with a focused look and thinking.


    The sky is getting brighter and the morning glow is spreading in from the window.


    Yu''er slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were a little hazy. Then she remembered something and immediately turned her head and saw Mo Hua was indeed with him.


    Yu''er''s face showed a bright smile.


    Mo Hua also smiled gently.


    …


    Yu''er slept peacefully for a night, and her complexion improved a lot, and she also had the appetite to eat. She just took a few bites and looked up at the ink painting, then squinted her eyes and smiled.


    It seems that if you stay by Mo Hua''s side, you will feel much more at ease.


    Ink Hua did not draw the formation, but took time to play with Yu''er for most of the day.


    At night, Mo Hua stayed by Yu''er''s side again.


    The night was calm.


    Ink painting is both reassuring and regretful.


    Don''t worry, Yuer can have a good sleep again.


    Unfortunately, the "food" of my spiritual sense is gone...


    Xiao Yu''er slept sweetly for another night, and her spirits became better and her face was not so pale.


    But the next day, Mo Hua was about to return to the sect.


    There is only two days off for a total of ten days.


    Yu''er drooped her little head, feeling a little reluctant, and kept delivering the ink painting to the door.


    Mo Hua promised him that he would come to see him again when he had time, and Yuer was only happier.


    Wen Renwan gave me a lot of delicious ink paintings, as well as some ink books and brushwork to show gratitude, but it seemed like I had something to worry about. After hesitating for a long time, he spoke slowly:


    “Ink painting…”


    But she didn''t know what to say.


    Mo Hua knew what Wen Renwan was worried about, so she smiled and said:


    "Aunt Wan, if Yu''er has another nightmare, I''ll take a look at him..."


    Wen Renwan was stunned, then breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Mo Hua, with even more grateful eyes.


    …


    Later, Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate in the Gu family''s carriage.


    After returning to the sect, it took two days to refine and absorb all the evil thoughts pursued by the demons and ghosts and the sheep horns.


    I meditated again and consolidated my mind.


    The spiritual consciousness of ink painting finally broke through the realm and reached the sixteen patterns!


    The sixteen lines are the ultimate spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of foundation building.


    The seventeenth pattern is the spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building.


    Sixteen to seventeen patterns are not that easy to break through through a thick layer of barriers.


    But Mo Hua is not in a hurry. His current level of spiritual consciousness is already very high, so he can settle down a little.


    When he reaches the sixteenth-stitch realm, he has enough spiritual consciousness to learn the second-grade sixteenth-stitch "Beijing Fire Yuan Magnetic Array"!


    But the problem now is that he has not made enough achievements and cannot change the formation map.


    "We must work hard and make more contributions..."


    Mo Hua went to ask Senior Sister Murong.


    Murong Caiyun thought for a while and said, "There is indeed a task, which is not difficult and has not many merits. It is estimated that it is only more than eighty points. If you want to go, you can go together."


    Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and said with a smile:


    "Thank you, Senior Sister Murong!"


    A little over eighty points, and it’s not too much.


    It’s better than drawing a first-grade formation by yourself.


    Murong Caiyun said gently: "The location of this mission is in Bishan City outside Qianxuezhou. The mountains are steep and there are many mountains and rivers around..."


    "I will send you specific maps and mission messages."


    "If you have time, take a look in Taixu Order..."


    "Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.


    Bishan City…


    After he went back, he looked at the mission information, then looked through the map of Bishan City, thinking about what to prepare...


    As he looked, Mo Hua was stunned.


    He found that in the map, there was a deserted mountain outside Bishan City that looked very familiar.


    Mo Hua thought about it in her mind and then realized that this barren mountain was actually the broken mountain of "Huangshan Jun".


    The desolate mountain **** Huangshanjun, its dilapidated temple is located on the top of this barren mountain.


    “Hanging Mountain…”


    Mo Hua silently recorded the name of the mountain. After deciding to complete the task, he walked along the Hanged Mountain and visited Huangshan Jun.


    The story about Taixu’s Divine Thoughts and Sword True Art, Huangshan Jun must have something to hide from himself...


    You have to ask clearly!


    Thank you for your reward for cultivating immortals together~


    ??Yesterday I was going to let Xiao Mohua "eat" full, but I couldn''t write it anymore. Today I will let the Mohua "eat" better...


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    (This chapter ends)