Chapter 790 Escape quickly


    In the prison, the demons were almost wiped out.


    The ink painting with the nineteen-patterned spiritual consciousness has bright eyes, the spiritual consciousness is more concise, and the breath is stronger.


    There is no one here, and no evil spirit can stop him.


    He turned his head and looked at the gate of Yangke.


    Above the gate, there are layers of divine seals blocking.


    These divine formations were quite strict in Mo Hua''s eyes before.


    But at this time, he swallowed countless demons, broke through the "seal" of the Heavenly Dao, and digested the "seal" of the Heavenly Dao, and understood the divine formation one step further.


    Now when you look at it again, you can vaguely sense that there are faint rules flowing between the formation patterns of the divine formation above the Yangke Gate.


    But the "seal" rule on this door, the ink painting looks a bit shallow now, full of "flaws".


    He raised his palm, and a golden sword condensed from his palm, and slashed with the momentum.


    It looks like an ordinary sword, but it contains the understanding of the operation of the laws in the divine formation, just like "the butcher cuts the ox", avoiding it and attacking its weakness.


    With just one sword, it pierced the gate through the shintography pattern.


    Mr. Tu’s pupils suddenly shrank.


    The demonic spirit outside the door faded...


    The evil **** is still breaking the door.


    "So many demons... were all killed?"


    This evil **** is so terrifying? !


    Although Mr. Tu had already expected it, he was still a little unbelievable.


    What kind of "breed" evil **** can have such terrible strength, not afraid of the biting of demons or the consumption of mental power, and slaughter all the thousands of demons in such a short time?


    Mr. Tu''s face was as deep as water, and he turned to look at the empty mural on the other side, breathing a sigh of relief.


    "The Shen Bridge has been broken, and the road to Shen Township has been blocked."


    "No matter how terrifying this evil **** is, it will end here. He cannot covet the land of the Lord of God..."


    Mr. Tu looked at the pale "Young Master" next to him and said solemnly:


    "Young master, go quickly."


    What else does the young master want to say?


    Suddenly, there was a "puff".


    The Yangjiao Gate was pierced again, and several formations were broken, and a golden sword tip was revealed on the door.


    This sword is transformed by divine thoughts, simple and simple.


    But it contains amazing spirits and killing aura.


    Mr. Tu changed his color and hurriedly said:


    "Go away! If you don''t leave, it will be too late!"


    "This fierce **** is coming in!"


    The young master said, "Sir, you..."


    Mr. Tu said, "I will give up this residual soul to serve as the rear of the Young Master''s Palace, otherwise we will not be able to leave..."


    While speaking, several holes were poked out on the gate of Yangke, and the sword energy was fierce.


    There are not many divine formations on the door.


    The terrifying figure of the "frightened god" outside the door also appeared and disappeared.


    The young master gritted his teeth and said:


    "Okay, I''m sorry!"


    He immediately took out a piece of divine bone, sprinkled the blood of divine thoughts on the bone, and then gradually escaped from the "nightmare" in the demon refining picture with the sensing of the virtual and real effects of the divine bone.


    His figure is also disappearing bit by bit.


    The "evil god" outside the door seemed to have felt something. After a little hesitation, he condensed a stronger sword energy and accelerated the speed of scoring the ball.


    Above the gate, the sheep horn relief was cut to the point of mottled.


    The entire Shinto gate was once the most unbreakable "seal", but now it has been chopped like paper, leaking air everywhere.


    After a few breaths, the Shinto Gate was completely broken.


    A figure, carrying the dazzling golden light, was about to step in.


    "not good!"


    As we watched, the "Young Master"''s divine thought had not yet completely separated.


    "Mr. Tu", who had only one wisp of residual soul, immediately turned his eyes upwards, and his whole eyes turned into two crimson blood holes, revealing numbness and cruelty.


    This is a secret method of evil ways.


    He destroyed his reason and gave birth to evil nature to the extreme.


    Two black, dirty, and broken horns grew on Mr. Tu’s head, and the flesh and blood of the body’s mind began to distort and became deformed and ugly.


    In just a moment, he turned into a "sheep horn demon".


    At the same time, his evil spirit also reached its peak.


    Before Mo Hua could enter the door, Mr. Tu, who turned into an evil demon, suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua with a gust of fishy wind and strong evil thoughts.


    But before he could approach, his body suddenly stiffened and he stood still.


    A moment later, a golden light appeared between his forehead.


    A golden sword directly pierced through "Mr. Tu"''s forehead, and then the sword energy dissipated outward, dismembering Mr. Tu''s body into pieces.


    "It''s worthy of being... a fierce god..."


    "With the power of this remnant soul, it is simply incomparable."


    "The way of gods is really magnificent and unpredictable..."


    Mr. Tu''s face was cut into pieces by the sword energy. His black and broken pupils gradually dissipated and faded away wildly. His reason was slightly restored like a flash of light.


    He tried his best to look at the "evil god".


    He wanted to see the face of this "evil god".


    I want to see what the "enemy" of the Lord of God looks like.


    But his eyes were covered with blood, and there was a golden light entering his eyes. He could not see what the evil **** who pierced his forehead and killed him was.


    He could only see that among the interweaving blood and golden light, there was a "young" figure and a pair of cold and majestic eyes.


    This is a "young" evil god.


    It seems that it has just been incubated from the divine fetus.


    But His eyes already had God''s majesty and indifference to the people, even more than that...


    A vaguely, "Mr. Tu" also saw that there were strange patterns of mysterious white floating and rising in these eyes.


    “Die at the hands of the ''god’.”


    "Die at the hands of the powerful enemy of the Lord of God."


    “Die for the great cause of God Lord!”


    "This residual soul is dead..."


    Mr. Tu said piously in his heart, and then his soul was completely shattered by the golden light and disappeared.


    On the other side, the young master''s figure was gradually dissipating. Before he completely escaped from the nightmare and his divine thoughts completely dissipated, he also saw this figure of the "evil god" who killed Mr. Tu with one sword.


    The body is covered with golden light, shaped like a young child, but it has the majesty of being as condescending as a **** and the terrifying indifference.


    Let him feel that he is so humble.


    Even a feeling of inexplicable fear arose.


    He only took a look and dared to look at this time. He couldn''t wait to escape from the nightmare through the time he fought for Mr. Tu''s remnant soul.


    He was afraid that he would be buried in the hands of this terrifying evil god.


    …


    In the hall in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.


    The young master who was meditating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he kept gasping for breath.


    His back was already soaked in cold sweat.


    It''s like having a "nightmare".


    And his eyes were full of coldness and resentment.


    "This is the first time in my life, I''m so embarrassed..."


    He kept the outline of that young **** in his heart, with a cold look:


    "I will never forget such humiliation..."


    …


    At the moment when the remnant soul was wiped out, an elder who was teaching his disciples in Qianxuezhou and within the Qiandao Sect suddenly turned pale and his headache was about to break.


    It seemed as if there was a wisp of soul that was torn off from its own body.


    His face was a little distorted and almost couldn''t maintain his original shape.


    "Elder Shen" quickly covered his face with his sleeve to cover his face. At the same time, he bent his body and coughed uncontrollably, almost coughing up bleeding.


    The disciples under the seat were stunned and looked at each other, not knowing what happened.


    Some disciples said with concern:


    "Elder, are you okay?"


    "Elder Shen" coughed a few more times, secretly smoothing the human skin on his face, and then slowly raised his head.


    His face was terriblely white and terrifyingly white, like a dead face.


    The whole person was also extremely haggard.


    The disciples under the seat were shocked to see.


    "Elder, you..."


    "Elder Shen" turned his mind sharply, his face was bitter, he sighed and said slowly:


    "I recently got a set of ancient scrolls of formations, which were difficult and obscure. I forgot to eat and sleep, and it was difficult to understand them. Before I knew it, my spiritual consciousness was exhausted and my vitality was damaged."


    After Elder Shen finished speaking, he looked up at the disciples in the room and said earnestly:


    "...You should also learn it as a warning. When learning formations, you must act within your ability. If you lack spiritual consciousness, you should not comprehend it forcibly. You should not rush to do it in a hurry. You should proceed step by step and follow the steps..."


    "If you are greedy for me, you will be like me..."


    Elder Shen coughed a few times, his face becoming more paler, "…the loss of spiritual consciousness has damaged the foundation."


    The disciples were filled with awesome hearts and bowed their heads and said:


    "Thank you for your teachings, disciples must remember them."


    "Elder Shen" nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, let''s continue to class..."


    "yes."


    Elder Shen opened the file, compared the array diagram on the array plate, and explained the formation to the disciples, and his expression gradually returned to normal.


    But he was not at all calm in his heart.


    "My wisp of my residual soul...is actually dead?"


    "What happened in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley..." "Who destroyed my remnant soul?"


    Elder Shen couldn''t help but his pupils shrank slightly, and his heart felt cold.


    …


    In the demon refining picture.


    The ink painting was covered in golden light, and it wiped out a blood-colored evil demon with the power of thunder. When he turned to look at another figure, it was too late.


    In a quick glance, he only saw the figure of a noble young man.


    But before I could take a closer look, it gradually blurred and disappeared completely, and I don’t know where I went.


    “What a pity…”


    Mo Hua sighed slightly.


    This blood-colored evil demon suddenly came over with great momentum.


    I was careless for a moment and didn''t think about keeping my hand. I pierced the mind with a sword, killing it without leaving any survivors.


    Now that I think about it, this should be the "Mr. Tu".


    And that "young man" couldn''t keep him, let him run away, and he didn''t even see his face clearly.


    "The plan is so meticulous and the action is so secret, it is indeed not easy to catch..."


    Ink painting feels regretful.


    "If you run away, run away, there should be a chance in the future..."


    Mo Hua calmed down, turned her head, looked around, and found that the surroundings were empty and nothing special, and she felt puzzled again:


    "What are you doing when Mr. Tu and this young master hide behind the sheep horn gate?"


    It must be a big deal if they make such a confidentiality.


    Even a big thing that even if you die, you will still accomplish.


    Mo Hua frowned slightly, looked around again, and suddenly let out a light "Huh".


    He found a small blank mural.


    This mural is different from the demon refining picture outside. It is only one person tall, with bare and nothing on it.


    Mo Hua almost regarded it as an ordinary "stone wall" and ignored it.


    Mo Hua let go of his spiritual sense and felt it carefully, and his mind was shocked.


    “There is a…very special atmosphere…”


    Serene, quiet, mellow, sweet…


    It seems to be a breath that is close to the origin of the gods, which makes the "divine nature" in the divine thoughts of the ink painting produce a kind of longing restlessness.


    "What''s this?"


    Mr. Tu and others hid here and sneaked in order to erase the traces of this thing and prevent others from...


    Or just, don’t let yourself discover it?


    Ink painting is a bit confusing and curious.


    He really wanted to know what was hidden in this blank mural before, and that there was such a "melt and sweet" atmosphere of gods.


    Ink painting checked the mural inch by inch.


    Even other things in the hall were carefully "scanned" with their spiritual sense.


    But I still found nothing.


    "My hands and feet are pretty clean..."


    Mo Hua shook her head and saw that there were no other clues around her, so she could only sigh in her heart:


    "Forget it, it''s getting late, let''s go back first."


    "Anyway, I will deal with the evil gods of the Great Wilderness in the future. If there are clues at that time, I will peel them off and check them slowly."


    "And, this time the demon monk has eaten too much. If he doesn''t go back early to meditate and meditate, and abandons distracting thoughts, there will be problems with the Taoist heart..."


    Ink painting nodded slightly.


    The demonic thoughts of Mr. Tu’s death were also scattered in the air.


    Mo Hua disliked these demonic thoughts and naturally would not eat them.


    He condensed several sword energy to wipe out these remaining demonic thoughts, completely eradicating the troubles, and then left the hall.


    After leaving the hall, Mo Hua found the sword bone hiding in a corner and "keeping it alone".


    Since the demons swarmed up, the sword bones hid here and "pretend to death".


    Of course, the ink painting book didn''t expect it to help itself.


    The Great Prison Demon is in chaos, it would be great if it could survive.


    "I''m back..." Mo Hua said.


    "Yes, yes..." Jianbo nodded repeatedly.


    It only has bones left, and it bent even more bent.


    After seeing countless tides like demons in this prison, they were completely killed by Mo Hua and even swallowed them all.


    Jianbo was silent and did not even dare to look up at the ink painting.


    Since it turned into a sword demon, it has never seen a god.


    But I think the "god" is just like that.


    When he thought of the strong spiritual consciousness of the little ancestor in front of him, he couldn''t help but bend his waist lower.


    Along the way, the small ink painting held her head high and her tall sword demon bowed.


    In this way, one person and one demon returned the same way, left the demon refining map, and returned to the blood pool of the sword bones.


    In the blood pool, Linghu Xiao and the other two were still unconscious.


    Mo Hua checked their status and found that nothing abnormal was happening. Then he said to Jianbo:


    "You let me out first, and then you can let go whoever I ask you to let go. If you dare to be careful..."


    Jianbo said quickly:


    "I dare not, I dare not..."


    How dare I bet on my own?


    Is that just a little trick? That''s cheating on one''s own life.


    Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out his little hand and said to Jianbo, "I''m going out."


    Jianbo''s little hand was shivering subconsciously, and the ribs that were broken by these hands hurt slightly again.


    But it still tried its best to restrain itself.


    The sword bones turn into their true form and turn into a bone sword.


    The bone sword in its body is the key to entering and exiting the bleeding pool.


    Mo Hua held the bone sword in his hand, and his mind moved, and then the blood mist spread and the scenery in front of him changed. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had arrived in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.


    In front of me is a picture of the demon-refining image that looks like a mural.


    In his hand, he was holding a broken bone sword, and the broken sword was inserted into the mural.


    The moment Mo Hua opened her eyes, the three Jindan elders Xun Ziyou noticed it.


    Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian both breathed a sigh of relief and looked slightly happy.


    Only Shangguan Xuan from Chongxu Sect saw the elder, looked nervous, and couldn''t help but feel a hint of hope in his tone, but also a hint of despair:


    "Ink painting, Xiaoer..."


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "It''s okay, I''ve brought it back."


    When Shangguan Xuan saw this, he felt for a moment that there was no more handsome face in this world than Mo Hua.


    Even if the fairy smiles with a flower, it is not as good as the smiling face of Mo Hua at this time.


    Shangguan Xuan breathed a deep breath of relief when he saw that he was drowned for a long time. He worked hard and finally got ashore. He felt both a "feeling of exhaustion" and a sense of liberation.


    "That laughed..."


    Shangguan Xuan saw that he was still unconscious after looking at it, with a pale face and a blood-colored Linghu smile, and his expression was a little worried.


    Mo Hua said: "Wait a moment."


    He pulled out the broken bone sword, walked to Linghu Xiao, put the bone sword on Linghu Xiao''s forehead, and said softly:


    "Sword bone, release people."


    The sword bone inside did not dare to neglect at all.


    After a while, Mo Hua sensed that there was a trace of soul-like breath on Linghu Xiao''s body, there was a little blood color on his face, and there was also a faint breath between his mouth and nose.


    Feeling this change, Shangguan Xuan was overjoyed.


    Later, Mo Hua made the same mistake and returned Ouyang Mu and Song Jian''s souls to themselves.


    At this point, all three of them were rescued.


    However, they were "sacrificed" into the map, and their souls were forced to leave their bodies. Now they have returned their souls. They need to adapt for a while and have a rest before they can wake up.


    Shangguan Xuanjian clasped his fists at Mo Hua and said:


    "Little brother, I will never thank you for your kindness. If you have any needs in the future, as long as you do not violate the morality of a monk, I will do my best!"


    Rescuing Linghu Xiao, a swordsman, to some extent, can also be regarded as saving the future of Chongxu Sect.


    Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Elder Shangguan, you are polite. I have only done a little insignificant ''little thing''."


    A trivial matter...


    When the three elders Xun Ziyou heard this, their expressions were a bit subtle.


    It is related to the way of divine thoughts. This "insignificant little thing" is at least not something that the three elders of the late Jindan stage sect can do...


    Xun Ziyou couldn''t help but pat Mo Hua on the shoulder and gritted his teeth and said:


    "Okay, people should know how to be humble, but excessive humility is self-conceited."


    "The elder Shangguan is respected and has a lot of words. He asks you to find him if you have something to do, so don''t be polite to him."


    What you mean, you agree quickly to avoid them from regretting it.


    The promise of an elder in the late stage of Jindan is that no one can want.


    Mo Hua understood it and immediately returned the tribute and said with a smile:


    "Thank you, Elder Shangguan."


    Shangguan Xuan nodded.


    Since he said it, he naturally would not regret it.


    Moreover, compared with Linghu Xiao''s safety, his promise is actually nothing.


    "Okay," Xun Ziyou said, "Since all three children have been saved and Wan Yao Valley has been broken, let''s go back first. The sect will deal with the matters afterwards, you..."


    But Mo Hua said, "Elder Xun, wait a moment."


    Xun Ziyou was stunned, "What''s wrong?"


    Ink painting thought for a little while and said slowly:


    "There should be a door nearby..."


    (This chapter ends)