Chapter 709 Wan Xie


    The storm in Taixumen Mountain is coming, the small fishing village devotes itself to worship, and the little silverfish steals the incense.


    I don’t know any of these things in the ink painting.


    The River God’s matter has been handled and you can be stable for a while.


    He was in the sect, happily practicing and drawing formations in class every day, waiting for the "takeout" with anticipation.


    Six days later, he stole the authority of the evil **** and ordered the "takeout" he finally arrived.


    This portion, no, is this "wave" takeaway, which will probably be "delivered" to Yuer''s dream at midnight tonight.


    At this time, I was also specially selected by Ink Painting.


    Safe, secret, unobtrusive, and there is also a Taoist stele to protect yourself, so the ink painting is more confident.


    But before this, ink painting needs to be made some preparations.


    These preparations are mainly for Yuer.


    This time he ordered a lot of demons and evil spirits.


    It doesn''t matter to Mo Hua himself. The River God and the evil **** died at his hands, and were beaten by his head and thunder, "swallowed alive", let alone these inferior demons.


    But Yu''er is different. After all, he is just a child and has no means of killing or protecting the divine mind.


    If you fail, it will be nothing if your divine mind is injured, but if the evil demons rage and hurt Yu''er, then you will feel guilty.


    Therefore, we must prepare carefully in advance.


    In addition, Mo Hua also painted several Shinto formations to suppress evil spirits and protect Yu''er.


    Twilight is coming, and midnight is approaching.


    Mo Hua came to Yu''er''s room, spread the Shinto formation around the bed, and surrounded Yu''er.


    Yuer has big eyes and a curious look on her face. She pointed to the formation and asked:


    "Brother Mo, what is this?"


    Mo Hua touched Yu''er''s little head, "This is used to exorcise evil spirits and can prevent you from having nightmares."


    Yu''er smiled and said sweetly, "Thank you brother."


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but smile and said in a warm voice: "Go to rest early, and you will have to get up early tomorrow to practice."


    "Uh-huh!"


    Yu''er quickly lit her head and said.


    After comforting Yu''er, Mo Hua found Wen Renwei again and lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Wen Ren, there may be danger tonight..."


    Wenrenwei''s expression condensed.


    Mo Hua said with a serious face: "I always feel a little... tonight, and it seems that there will be an invasion of external evil. After midnight, Yuer may have nightmares..."


    I heard that people and Wei did not cultivate their divine thoughts, and although they could not see the appearance of demons, they had been with Mo Hua for a long time. They had seen Mo Hua watch over Yu''er, felt the gloomy and evil spirit in the room, and knew that there must be some tricks that are unknown to ordinary people. They also had some vague concepts about the so-called "external evil" of Mo Hua.


    The world of cultivation is vast and vast.


    There are too many knowledge of Taoism and too many unknown secrets in this world.


    Even if he is a golden elixir, he dare not say that he knows very well about the thousands of ways of cultivation.


    There are always some taboo areas in the world that few monks have set foot on.


    And monks who can enter these taboo fields, regardless of their spiritual roots, are all people with transcendent abilities.


    In Wen Renwei''s heart, although Young Master Mo is young and has a low cultivation level, he is indeed such a "capable man and stranger"...


    Wen Renwei looked solemn and confused, and frowned:


    "Young Master Yuer... has been unhurried by nightmares for a long time. Why did the ''external evil'' suddenly invade tonight?"


    I''ve recruited it...


    Ink painting can’t say such words…


    Mo Hua blinked and sighed, "Since he is an external evil, he will inevitably be evil and has many tricks. Who can know..."


    Wenrenwei nodded when he heard this, and felt it was right. Then he looked at him with a hint of worry and asked:


    "That little young master Mo..."


    Ink painting immediately patted his chest and promised:


    "Don''t worry, it''s all for me!"


    These demons, whenever they come, even if they enter the tiger''s mouth, they will not be able to escape.


    Mo Hua said again: "But there are some things, I want to tell you in advance..."


    Ink painting talked about some "taboos" and emergency methods with Wen Renwei.


    For example, if your evil spirit becomes heavier, your mind becomes incorrect, you go crazy, become stupid, and you are backfired by the evil demon, what should you do?


    This is the first time Wenrenwei has heard these.


    Although I don’t quite understand the tricks inside, I also think this seems to be a very complex and profound inheritance. I respect ink painting a little more...


    After that, Yuer fell asleep as usual.


    He was young and simple-minded, and knew nothing about these things. He only knew how to stay by Mo Hua''s side and felt relieved, so he fell asleep quickly.


    Mo Hua stayed by Yu''er''s side and meditated.


    Wenrenwei was guarding outside, full of vigilance, and guarding against changes inside.


    Time passes by bit by bit.


    I don’t know how long it took, but midnight has arrived.


    In just a moment, the chill in the room became deeper, and a gloomy and depressing feeling enveloped my heart.


    Wen Renwei''s face changed and he looked around, but he couldn''t see anything.


    But he could clearly feel that something was slowly growing around the house.


    It seemed as if one evil thing after another, invisible and unknown, crawled out of nothingness...


    And this time the feeling is much stronger than before.


    It seems that the evil spirits invading Young Master Yu''er''s nightmare are much more than before, and they are extremely powerful...


    Wen Renwei took a slight breath of air conditioning.


    He really wanted to go into the inner room to take a look, but remember Mo Hua''s advice, "If anything happens, don''t come in, so as not to be contaminated by evil spirits..." Then he gave up this idea and just stayed as a mountain as a stable and stayed outside.


    But Wen Renwei still couldn''t help feeling anxious.


    In the inner room, the ink paintings that meditate and meditate also opened their eyes.


    His eyes are deep, his eyes are black and white, his eyes are mysterious, and his world is hidden inside.


    The black of strange calculation, the white of derivation, and the golden of the gods, are intertwined and integrated into one in their eyes.


    All evil spirits and ghosts in the room have nowhere to hide.


    The texture of the secret of heaven emerged, half dirty and half bloody, with black and red intertwined, like a chain of sin, degenerating from the void.


    These textures are like chains when they first saw them.


    Now looking at it, it looks more like branches of trees containing evil laws.


    The Tree of Divine Power!


    Moreover, the causal texture this time is clearer and more real, and obviously the divine authority involved is more respected than before.


    The demons summoned therefore are even stronger.


    The tree of causal power transcends the divine consciousness of ordinary monks, and gradually spreads in the house.


    Then, above the branches, black water condenses, and "bears" without flowers.


    The black water, like the sinful "amnioshui", condensed into evil embryos, like the heart, trembling constantly.


    Then the embryos broke and hatched one by one from them, with human hands, cow hooves, horse faces and terrifying demons.


    On the branches of the divine power, there are more and more demon fruits.


    The evil spirits hatched are getting stronger and stronger.


    They are densely packed, twisted their limbs, hung upside down on the roof, hanging on the fishy saliva, staring at Yuer with scarlet eyes.


    Yuer felt a little uneasy, frowned and murmured in her dream.


    The ink painting''s spiritual thoughts moved slightly, and a faint light lit up, protecting Yu''er in the middle, isolating the gloomy breath and the cold evil spirit.


    The way to dream was sealed by the Shinto formation.


    The path of the demon was blocked.


    They roared angrily, their eyes suddenly became fierce and violent, and then they turned their eyes to the ink painting that ruined their good deeds.


    The tree of evil gods is coming.


    Pairs of blood-red eyes staring at the ink painting.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were calm, and a light, provocative smile hung on the corner of her mouth.


    "Certain beasts, come and eat me..."


    The tree of divine power trembled, the demons were furious, and then they opened their teeth and claws, turning into thick black and red evil smoke, and rushed to the sea of ??consciousness of Mohua.


    …


    at the same time.


    In the Qianxuezhou area, there is a majestic and magnificent palace, like a vast sect in the white jade capital in the sky.


    Mr. Tu, wearing human skin and looking gentle and elegant, was sitting and taking a nap, suddenly woke up.


    He looked shocked, "Who... used the authority of the Lord of God?!"


    "How is this... possible?!"


    Mr. Tu''s eyes were full of disbelief.


    And Taixu Gate is the forbidden area in the back mountain.


    At the moment when many demons and evil spirits appeared, the old man with long bearded sitting in the sword tomb and blocked by numerous formations suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.


    "Monster..."


    No…


    The old man with long beard suddenly opened his eyes, and he was furious, and his teeth were cold, "Evil... God?!"


    He sensed the authority of the evil god...


    The tree of divine power, clearer, stronger, more evil than before, and closer to the origin, came to Taixu Sect!


    Previously, when the evil spirit came, he slashed a sword and cut out a Taoist evil. After suffering a secret loss, he was worried.


    After that, the evil spirit calmed down for a while, and occasionally some monsters were in danger, and he just watched silently and did not take any action. But unexpectedly, he felt the breath of the evil **** and evil power tree in the mountain gate of Taixu Gate today!


    This is an evil **** who ordered the demons to invade Taixu Sect in the imperial land.


    It''s really outrageous!


    Haoran Qianzhou is so popular!


    The great Taixu Sect, the art of transforming swords by divine thoughts for only hundreds of years, has an evil **** who dares to emerge like this and be so arrogant and offend me? !


    The old man with long beard had sword intent and murderous aura. The sword weapon in the sword tomb in the mountain trembled slightly, and the sword energy reached the sky.


    "Even if your life span is damaged and your foundation is not solid, today I will kill you, the tree of evil power..."


    The old man with long bearded sword intent rose halfway and suddenly stopped.


    He was stunned for a moment.


    Because of the evil aura, it has disappeared.


    But in a moment, all disappeared, as if it had never existed...


    The old man with long beard slowly lowered the broken sword in his hand, but before he could put it down completely, the tree of divine power spread again, and the aura of evil spirits came again.


    The old man was about to get angry, but then all the evil spirit disappeared again.


    It seemed as if there was a large mouth of the abyss in the Taixu Sect that swallowed all the demons and evil spirits...


    The old man with long beard sat silently for a long time, and a trace of shock and confusion flashed in his sharp eyes.


    "What kind of thing is there in my Taixu Sect..."


    …


    In the sea of ??consciousness, Mo Hua opened her mouth wide and sucked all the demons that had just been killed and refined into white smoke into her mouth.


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


    This is the second round.


    Although they are all ordinary monsters, they are not bad to use as "appetizers" and to slap your belly.


    After eating two rounds, the ink painting could clearly feel that his spiritual consciousness had taken another step towards the realm of the seventeen-patterned pattern.


    “It’s still a little bit too long!”


    My eyes lit up and I was very happy.


    Soon, it’s the next round again.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, evil energy gathered and black water filled. From the evil thoughts, two demons with sheep horns and dark bodies hatched.


    This is the two sheep horns to follow.


    The position of sheep horns among the demons under the evil gods is obviously higher than that.


    Their attitude is even more arrogant, and they sneer as soon as they appear.


    But before they could say anything, Mo Hua grabbed the sheep''s horns and pressed them to the ground. A golden light flashed, and his sword fell with his hand, chopping off the sheep''s head.


    I followed the two sheep horns and didn''t know how I died until I died.


    After chopping off the sheep''s head, Mo Hua used his divine mind to transform his sword. After a long time of slashing the sheep''s bones, he then simply used the thunder to eliminate the poison, and then sucked away all the light gold marrow inside.


    In this way, it was simple and ate two sheep heads.


    Unfortunately, the level of pursuing sheep horns is already a little low, and there is not much magical essence inside. Mo Hua smacked her lips and felt that she had disappeared before she could taste it.


    Apart from this, there are not many evil thoughts.


    Ink painting can only continue to wait for the next "dish".


    After a while, the foul air was strong, and a fat, huge, ferocious pig''s head with fangs emerged from the sea of ??consciousness.


    As soon as the pig-headed demon appeared, he roared fiercely.


    Before he finished calling, Mo Hua jumped onto the pig''s head, clenched his hands into fists, and pounded them down.


    This thump, carrying the power of the gods, made the pig head demon''s forehead crack.


    The vicious roar of the pig-head demon turned into a wail of fear.


    The ink painting beat the huge pig-headed demon a few more times, and it directly pounded the huge pig-headed demon into distortion and deformation, splitting, and finally turned into a pool of black blood.


    The ink painting manifested the Lihuo array, burned the black water, extracted pure divine thoughts, and ate the huge pig-headed demon.


    However, time is limited and there is no time to refine it.


    After a moment, a pink suddenly appeared, and a sweet fragrance came.


    Mo Hua was stunned and suddenly realized that there were many beautiful women in his sea of ??consciousness.


    They all covered their bodies with a veil, with slender waists and beautiful shadows, and looked at the ink paintings with spring water in their eyes, with every frown and smile, and their endless charm and affection.


    Occasionally, a woman took off her silk shirt and suddenly she was filled with a bright spring scenery.


    The face of the ink painting is slightly red.


    But in a blink of an eye, the young senior sister was cold and ethereal, as if angry and angry, and as if she was shimmering in water, flashed through Mo Hua''s mind.


    Mo Hua suddenly shuddered and immediately came to her senses.


    A golden light flashed in his eyes, he looked around and looked around, looking at the true nature, his expression became cold.


    "Red pink and dry bones, rotten skin and flesh, demon foxes and animals, messing up my heart!"


    Mo Hua snorted coldly, holding his little hand in a hollow, and the magnificent cremation formation of Lishan rose up from the ground, while the back mountain was like a prison, and the sea of ??fire was raging.


    The beautiful red and pink woman screamed in the fire.


    They lost their charm that charmed all living beings, their expressions were distorted, and they pulled off their beautiful skins one by one, revealing their ugly true nature.


    Or the dry bones in the tomb have empty eyes.


    Or rotten flesh, and the skin is maggots.


    Or if the human body and fox face become a demon animal.


    The ink painting showed no mercy and directly started killing, using the Lihuo Formation to slaughter these red pinks as the appearance and demons as the evil spirits inside, and then swallowed them all.


    The ghostly fox demon was killed.


    After that, the black smoke suddenly became strong, the evil spirit became cold, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing, and the neighing sound of war horses sounded.


    Mo Hua felt a little anxious, and saw a burly demon general walking out of the black fog, with white bones in armor, holding a blood-colored halberd in his hands, and two sheep horns on his head. He saw a very powerful demon general.


    The Sheep Horn Warrior!


    And there is only one "hard dish" in the menu.


    It is estimated that even an evil **** would take a lot of effort to refine such a powerful evil spirit.


    Mo Hua looked at the tall and mighty demon general with a terrifying and majestic body, and the fighting spirit arose in his heart, and some birds were eager to try.


    The scarlet pupils of the Sheep''s Horn Warrior took a look at the ink painting.


    Although the incarnation of the divine mind of the ink painting looks just a "little one", the demon generals who have been through the battlefield for a long time still feel a huge threat.


    The demon mount roared.


    The battle of the sheep horns was as fast as the wind, and the long halberd swung a blood light and rushed directly towards Mo Hua.


    As soon as Mo Hua held his little hand, the golden light condensed, turned into a small sword, and rushed forward and fought with the generals.


    For a moment, evil spirits overflowed and golden light spread.


    The swords and halberds intertwined, and the divine thoughts were shaken.


    The Sheep Horn War is a demon specially refined for killing and fighting. It is very powerful, but unfortunately it faces in ink paintings.


    No matter how strong a demon is, it is just a demon.


    Ink painting is almost like a young god.


    And he is a "god" who is proficient in formation and has learned to turn into a sword through divine thoughts.


    In just ten rounds, the powerful demon general of sheep horns was turned into a sword by Mo Hua with a divine thought and slashed under the horse.


    "He''s a good opponent!"


    "What a refreshing battle!"


    Ink painting, which is not tired, wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead to show respect, and then chopped off the head of the sheep horn general as usual.


    Another sheep''s head.


    Still a big head.


    Mo Hua used a golden sword to chisel a small hole in the sheep''s head, and then killed the poison, sucked the marrow, and swallowed a lot of evil thoughts.


    I ate too much this time and I was already a little overwhelmed.


    The bottleneck of the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is also ready to move.


    But the ink painting still suppressed the realm for a while, and waited for the matter here. After finishing the flowing water mat, slowly digested it, and broke through the realm with peace of mind.


    Later, there were demons, carrying thick black fog, coming one after another.


    There are all kinds of strange appearances, deep evil thoughts, and the methods are either bizarre, vicious, or fierce...


    But they are all no match for ink painting.


    Even if there are thousands of evil spirits, the ink painting slashed it with one sword and swallowed it with one mouthful.


    Kill first, then eat!


    Like a little evil **** turned into a glutton...


    Apart from the sea of ??consciousness, Wenrenwei looked shocked and his mood fluctuated.


    He could sense that wave after wave of evil existence, like a tide, constantly invading.


    The gloomy aura in the room also resonated, making him, a Jindan monk, feel vaguely frightened.


    The end of these tide-like evil spirits is the weak and helpless young master Yuer.


    And ink painting lies between the two.


    It is obviously just a thin, small body, but it looks like a solid and majestic city, blocking all the invading monsters and monsters.


    A man should be in a pass, and no evil will be opened.


    Wen Renwei''s eyes trembled, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.


    ?Thanks Xu Hao for your reward~


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    (This chapter ends)