Chapter 710 Loopholes


    Demons are like tides, one after another.


    The aura of evil spirits is endless.


    The cold and cold air in the room is layer by layer, and is rich in many changes, either violent, bizarre, sinister, or majestic, as if the types of evil spirits are emerging one after another, and their offensives are like the sea.


    In such a surging sea of ??demons, Mo Hua''s small body remained motionless.


    Wen Renwei''s eyes were nervous, and cold sweat was already seeping out of his palms.


    Worry about ink painting and Yuer.


    I don’t know how long it took, just as Wen Renwei was worried, all the evil aura suddenly disappeared.


    The inexplicable cold air subsided, and the gloomy pressure suddenly decreased. Wenrenwei looked around again, and although he still couldn''t see anything, he felt that all evil spirits no longer existed.


    Wenrenwei immediately looked into the inner room and saw the ink painting, and he had already opened his eyes.


    The tree of divine power ceased, and the army of demons was swallowed up.


    Ink Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes became brighter.


    Wen Renwei looked at Mo Hua carefully. Seeing that his eyes were clear and his expression was normal, without any evil or madness, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he still asked tentatively:


    "Young Master, you..."


    Mo Hua smiled, "I''m fine."


    Wenrenwei felt relieved and bowed his hands and said solemnly:


    "I''m sorry, young man."


    Mo Hua was not polite, nodded and said:


    "Yu''er is fine, it''s getting late, I''ll go back to rest."


    Wen Renwei bowed to the ink painting again.


    The attitude is much more respectful than before.


    “Thank you, Mr. Mo!”


    Mo Hua also returned the greeting politely, then got up and left with brisk steps.


    After Mo Hua left, Wen Renwei looked up again and looked at the four walls in the house, shocked.


    Really... nothing is gone.


    It seemed as if all the gloomy and depressing moments and the evil aura were all illusions that were suddenly realized.


    Wen Renwei glanced at Yu''er again.


    Yu''er is still lying on the bed, her breath is long, her mouth is slightly opened, and she occasionally smacks her lips, as if she is eating something in her dream.


    From beginning to end, I slept soundly.


    Wen Renwei thought of Wen Renwan''s words and couldn''t help but look relieved and sighed:


    "Miss Wan is right, Young Master Yuer, he really met a little noble person..."


    …


    On the other side, Mo Hua had just returned to the room and immediately sat on the bed, meditated and meditated, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ??consciousness.


    He ate the Huthi Sea and "swallowed" too many demons and the sea of ??consciousness was too full, so he had to "digest" it quickly.


    And the realm of spiritual consciousness can no longer be suppressed.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, Mohua carefully concentrated his mind and began to refine the many evil thoughts that had just swallowed them whole and could not be digested one by one, removing the filth and taking the pure, and then absorbing them one by one to strengthen one by one.


    Strips of pure spiritual thoughts are integrated into the incarnation of spiritual thoughts in ink painting.


    The spiritual consciousness of ink paintings is rising rapidly.


    In just a moment, the purified demonic mind power filled the gap in the realm of spiritual consciousness and broke through the bottleneck that had been blocked for a long time.


    It’s like a river breaking its dam, surging and moving forward.


    The spiritual consciousness of ink painting finally went further, breaking the spiritual bottleneck between the middle stage of the foundation building of the sixteen lines and the late stage of the foundation building, and successfully promoted to the seventeen lines!


    The early stage of foundation building, the late stage of foundation building with seventeen-stitched foundation building!


    At that moment, the spiritual thoughts suddenly came to an end.


    Mo Hua felt that his sea of ??consciousness was a little wider and his spiritual consciousness became much deeper.


    The distance from the spiritual consciousness released has also increased a lot.


    With the realm of spiritual consciousness as the foundation and the amount of spiritual consciousness as the support, his derivation and weird calculations are more calm than before.


    More importantly, it is the formation!


    He can finally learn the seventeen-patterned formation now!


    In the early stage of foundation building, learn the second-grade high-level formation!


    Although it is only the second-grade seventeenth-stitch formation, it has not reached the nineteenth-stitch yet, and it is not considered a truly "high-level".


    But it is at least considered an introduction to high-level formations.


    The seventeen-patterned formation has great lethality even when dealing with ordinary late-stage cultivators in the foundation building stage.


    Mo Hua felt that his back was much harder.


    As long as he is given the opportunity to set up a formation, the late-stage cultivator of the foundation building stage will not be able to take advantage of it!


    However, the formation matter will be discussed later.


    Because Mo Hua discovered that the "takeout" this time has not been finished.


    This time, the demons "eat" more than he thought.


    His spiritual sense has already had seventeen patterns, even stronger than the seventeen patterns.


    But there is still a continuous stream of demonic thought power, after being swallowed by it, it is integrated into his divine incarnation.


    The spiritual consciousness of ink painting is still growing...


    "Not...it''s straight to the eighteen lines, right?"


    The bottleneck between the seventeenth and eighteenth lines is a small bottleneck, not as big as the sixteenth and seventeenth lines.


    Mo Hua''s little heart trembled, and then she couldn''t help but smile.


    Eighteen lines!


    Take two steps in one step!


    Mo Hua was very excited, and then immediately calmed down, focused on meditation, swallowed his mind and strengthened his spiritual consciousness.


    His spiritual consciousness, as he wished, gradually grew stronger and stronger at a clear and visible speed.


    Finally, just a little bit away, you can reach the eighteen-line state...


    Even the ink painting can clearly feel that the bottleneck of the eighteen-line spiritual consciousness is loosening a little bit and disintegrating...


    There was a smile on Mo Hua''s face.


    But at this moment, everything came to an abrupt end.


    In the dark, something seemed to tremble.


    This feeling is actually a bit similar to the Taoist stele, a bit like...


    The way of heaven?


    Mo Hua felt shocked in her heart, and then she felt a faint feeling that she seemed to have some supreme will. She glanced at him from all things in the world, and then found that he seemed to...


    Something went wrong.


    Then a temporary rule came to the ink painting.


    The spiritual consciousness is still growing, but the bottleneck is not loosened, and all the growing spiritual consciousness has not even known where it flows and has sunk directly.


    The realm of spiritual consciousness is no longer improved.


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    “What’s going on…”


    "Where is my eighteen-patterned spiritual consciousness?"


    "It''s obviously a little bit..."


    Mo Hua looked around and found that in his sea of ??consciousness, a strange crack appeared out of thin air.


    This crack is dark and deep, with a deep golden color inside.


    As if it is a manifestation of some kind of concrete laws of the Great Dao.


    This law is generated out of thin air, but it is integrated with one''s own sea of ??consciousness.


    And he refined the demon and devoured his mind power. All the divine thoughts he had grown were swallowed up by this crack.


    It seems that the Heavenly Dao does not allow his spiritual consciousness to become stronger, so he temporarily added the Taoist law to make up for the loopholes...


    This law is concretely black and contains golden void cracks.


    Once the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting grows, it will "confiscate" these increased spiritual consciousness to suppress the enhancement of his spiritual consciousness.


    Limit his spiritual consciousness to a certain limit, so that his spiritual consciousness will not break through some limits...


    Ink painting was dumbfounded.


    What''s the meaning?


    Now, is it equivalent to a "loophole" of the way of heaven?


    So the way of heaven temporarily added laws to fix this "loophole"?


    Not so...


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel a little resentful.


    I am a small foundation-building monk, so I won’t be “targeted” like this…


    This seems to be the second time.


    Mo Hua remembered that when he broke through the foundation building, his spiritual consciousness soared rapidly, but later it seemed to exceed the limit and was reversely suppressed by some law of heaven.


    In addition to the mysterious heaven formation of the Tianyan Jue, the spiritual consciousness was reconstructed, and it had to change from "quantity" and was suppressed into "qualitative" transformation.


    The result is now...


    After a kick, I saw eighteen tattoos, but I temporarily restricted them by laws.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but curl her lips and whispered:


    "The way of heaven is so stingy..."


    After complaining inwardly, Mo Hua sighed again.


    The "component" of his sea of ??consciousness has become very complicated.


    The sea of ??consciousness belongs to oneself, and has its own incarnation of divine thoughts.


    In addition, there are mysterious Taoist monuments and thunder patterns that are destroyed by disasters. Now there is another inexplicable law of the law of heaven.


    Especially this law of heaven...


    Mo Hua’s head hurts a little.


    He ate some demonic mind power again, consumed his spiritual consciousness, and tried the manifestation formation. After trying this several times, he probably knew the use of this law in his heart.


    This law is used to deduct spiritual consciousness.


    Your own spiritual consciousness can be used normally, consumed normally, recovered normally, but it cannot "grow" any more.


    Once it grows, it will be "deducted" by this law like a crack in the void.


    Ink painting is a little worried.


    It doesn’t matter if you deduct some spiritual consciousness, but when will it be deducted?


    I won''t deduct it for a lifetime...


    Or, when your cultivation level catches up, your realm and spiritual consciousness are balanced, or roughly balanced - at least not that outrageous, will this law disappear on its own?


    Or, when the deducted spiritual consciousness is enough to reach a certain limit, it will disappear?


    The road is cold and the rules are silent. No one can tell Mo Hua the answer. Ink Painting sighed deeply.


    "Let''s do it first..."


    Be content and happiness in life.


    The seventeen lines are just seventeen lines.


    And his spiritual sense should be the peak of the seventeenth pattern, and it is only a little bit away from the eighteenth pattern...


    This spiritual consciousness is "barely enough" in his own realm.


    As for what will happen in the future.


    Mo Hua thought about it and felt that no matter how long this rule was to be "deducted", it didn''t matter.


    Because I can''t do anything about it...


    Who can tell the truth about the laws of the great way?


    Since this is the case, just follow the steps and practice steadily, and try your best to temper your spiritual consciousness as always.


    If your cultivation level is high or your spiritual consciousness is supplemented, you will sooner or later lift the limitations of this law.


    Mo Hua stared at the sea of ??consciousness again, and looked at the great law like a crack in the void, and suddenly she was a little confused.


    "What is the rule...the truth?"


    "Why did the law manifest in this way?"


    "In the darkness, it has a golden color, like a crack in the void... Why can it devour the spiritual consciousness?"


    "Void, crack...is it related to the rules of the ''Cave Void Realm''?"


    Ink painting suddenly felt profound.


    He decided to study this "rule" when he had time in the future to see if he could find out some tricks and learn something.


    Since this "uninvited guest" has come to his sea of ??consciousness out of thin air, then you have to find a way to get some wool, otherwise wouldn''t it be a waste.


    Thinking of this, Mo Hua''s mood instantly improved.


    The laws of the great way!


    He hasn''t seen it yet.


    In other words, this is not something that a foundation-building monk or even ordinary monks can access.


    Now a clear and clear law of the great way is embodied and remains in one''s own sea of ??consciousness, constantly tying one''s own spiritual consciousness.


    Although the spiritual consciousness is deducted and the growth of one''s own spiritual consciousness is limited, it also gives oneself a chance to see with one''s own eyes the manifestation and operation of the laws of the great way.


    Everything depends on good fortune and bad fortune, and good and bad fortune.


    Mo Hua nodded and was excited.


    But he has no time to study it yet, so he has to "eat" the demon first.


    There are still a lot of demon "takeout" he ordered on the altar and cannot be wasted.


    Ink painting continues to "eat" the demonic power.


    But this time he ate, it was a bit "delicious".


    Because of these evil thoughts, he couldn''t "eat" his stomach and was detained by the way of heaven.


    Mo Hua felt a little aggrieved in her heart, but with the spirit of not being wasted, she still ate these evil thoughts.


    After eating, the ink painting could clearly feel that the limitations of the laws of heaven in the sea of ??consciousness seemed to be a little looser.


    It also "eats" a little full.


    “Sure enough…”


    Mo Hua sighed, and made up his mind that he must pull more wool from the way of heaven in the future to vent his hatred of "snatching food".


    Our "snacks" are not that easy to grab!


    Mo Hua snorted softly, then calmed down and began to review the formation patterns on the Taoist monument.


    He wants to prepare.


    In the next days, he will officially start to learn the formation of the Seventeen-patterned Patterns!


    …


    Taixu Gate, the forbidden area in the back mountain.


    A crack in the void appeared out of thin air.


    Mr. Xun, with white hair, walked out of the void.


    He was in the elder''s residence, abandoning external objects and concentrating on cause and effect, but suddenly, he sensed the powerful sword intent floating, and he couldn''t help but not notice it.


    But just halfway through, the compass couldn''t stop.


    Mr. Xun could only patiently and deduce the compass, and then rushed over to check the situation.


    In the sword tomb, the old man with a long beard sat in his place with a daze.


    Mr. Xun didn''t know what happened, looked around and said with a serious expression:


    "Senior brother, have you moved your sword again?"


    The old man with long beard touched the broken sword at his hand and shook his head slightly in disbelief.


    “Half out…”


    Mr. Xun frowned.


    What does it mean when you are half out?


    The sword was released, but it was not cut out?


    Mr. Xun looked at the old man with a beard again. Seeing that he was not thinking about his heart, he seemed to have something to do. He felt a little anxious and asked:


    "Senior brother, what happened?"


    The old man with a long beard looked sharp and thoughtful, and suddenly asked a strange question:


    "Did our Taixu Sect raise a divine beast?"


    "Divine Beast?"


    Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, and he was puzzled.


    Why did the senior brother suddenly ask such an unrestrained question?


    Could it be...


    Mr. Xun''s eyes froze.


    Evil thoughts are polluted, the sword intent is backfiring, the injury becomes heavier, it has already hurt the sea of ??consciousness, and the thoughts are confused?


    Mr. Xun was silent.


    He watched as he worked hard for the Taixu Sect and worked hard all his life, but his body and mind were broken, and he had to stay alone and guard the sword tomb with his burial. He felt a pain in his heart with this senior brother who was buried with broken swords and iron in the mountains.


    Mr. Xun sighed deeply, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, shook his head and sighed softly:


    "Where are there things like divine beasts now..."


    The old man with long beard didn''t know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and he still pondered, "So, have there been a master who has stayed in my Taixu Sect in recent days?"


    Mr. Xun thought about it for a moment and shook his head and said:


    "No."


    There are people who stay there, but there are no ones who can be called "a master" by their senior brothers.


    The old man with long beard frowned, thought for a moment, and asked slowly:


    "Then... have my Taixu Sect ever received any talented disciples in recent years?"


    Extraordinary talent?


    Mr. Xun was a little surprised and thought for a while.


    There are also disciples with high talent over the years, and this class has many disciples with high-quality spiritual roots and excellent qualifications.


    But even though the spiritual roots are good, they may not be taken seriously by the senior brother.


    At the level of a senior brother, he is almost the limit of a monk. The talent he mentioned is definitely not "extraordinary talent" in the general sense.


    It must be a man of amazing talent among the geniuses.


    Mr. Xun''s mind moved and suddenly thought of ink painting.


    This kid in ink painting...


    The formation is amazing, but except for the formation, there are other ones that are the same, and nothing can do...


    The subject is biased to the extreme.


    And the formation... has nothing to do with the senior brother.


    Senior brother, he is not proficient in formations, and he should not care about formation geniuses like this.


    But just in case, Mr. Xun still asked, "Talent... what kind of ''talent'' is meant?"


    The old man with long beard showed contemplation.


    If it is a disciple in the sect... then this person must have a strong sense of killing...


    The old man with long beard said, "Is there any disciple who is born with sword spirits, born with sword intent, or is born with spiritual consciousness manifestation and good at fighting..."


    The intent of sword intent, and fight with spiritual consciousness...


    Mr. Xun nodded slightly.


    Then it has nothing to do with ink painting.


    That child is a formation master, not a sword cultivator. He is hard to dance with swords and is well-behaved and weak, so he would not fight with others.


    There seems to be no other disciples...


    The Taixu Sector transformed into a sword with a divine mind and sealed it as a forbidden technique.


    Other swordsmanship are not very good.


    If there is really a supreme seedling who is born with sword intent, how could he join the Taixu Sect and learn these mediocre sword inheritances?


    There are many swordsmen in the academic prefecture area, and he can choose from it.


    Moreover, even if the magical sword is not sealed, I dare not let this good seedling of "natural sword intent" practice it, unless his life is really hard and he can''t die even if he wants to.


    "No." Mr. Xun concluded.


    The old man with long beard closed his eyes and sighed, feeling a little disappointed.


    Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior Brother, why do you ask these questions?"


    The old man with long beard opened his eyes and looked at his white-haired junior brother who was worried about the sect and saw his gentle and energetic appearance when he was young, and he couldn''t bear to worry him anymore.


    "It''s nothing, just ask." The old man with long beard said calmly.


    Mr. Xun didn''t believe it, but when he saw that his senior brother had closed his eyes and rested, he looked like he was reluctant to say more, he sighed helplessly.


    I have been stubborn all my life, but now I have been half buried in the soil, and my temper has not changed at all.


    Mr. Xun shook his head and gave a complaint, "Save a breath and stop drawing the sword..." Then he turned around and stretched out his fingers, drew a crack in the void, and left.


    After Mr. Xun left, the old man with long beard slowly opened his eyes again. He turned his head and took the entire ancient and majestic Taixu Mountain into his eyes. He frowned and murmured: "Who is it..."