Chapter 835 White Dog


    No one knows the entire Taixu Sect. In the secret painting has learned what kind of method.


    I feel like I have learned ink painting wrong again.


    But this time it was not much crooked, it was only a little crooked.


    Shock Sword or Shock Sword.


    Blood Prison Eyes or Blood Prison Eyes.


    But the two learn from each other and blend with each other.


    I thought about it for a while and felt that no one had ever practiced it like this before.


    I think so, the Divine Thought Sword is the inheritance of the Taixu Sect''s sect, and the Seven-Soul Blood Prison Eyes are the top secret pupil technique that the Water Prison Sect has not been passed down by.


    No one could have obtained these two inheritances at the same time before.


    As for the fusion of sword techniques and eye techniques, it looks simple, but it involves many ways of changing spiritual consciousness, and even includes some skills of "Daoxin Demon". Apart from the master who has been immersed in this Tao for a long time, not many people should be able to master it.


    Ink painting consciously "created" a very powerful Taoist method, and was very excited in the following few days.


    He really wants to find someone to try his own Shocking Sword... No, it should be called the power of the "Seven Soul Shocking Sword".


    Just looking around, there is no opponent.


    He can''t just find a fellow disciple to discuss with him in the sect.


    This kind of shocking sword contains the power of soul-killing.


    If you compete with your junior brothers and fail to pay attention and hurt their souls, it would be bad.


    After all, the younger brothers cannot compare with themselves, their souls are very fragile.


    Ink painting sighed, a little regretful.


    Rimohua was having a meal in the kitchen hall, while gnawing on the chicken legs and thinking about the use of the Jingshen Sword, but suddenly he saw Situ Jian bringing Yu''er over.


    Yu''er seemed to be frightened, with aggrieved expression and a pale face.


    Situ Jian kept comforting him.


    Mo Hua was stunned when he saw this, and then his face darkened.


    In Taixu Sect, there is still someone who dares to bully Yu''er?


    Ink painting is a little unbelievable.


    Among the disciples of the same class, Mo Hua is the "Little Senior Brother".


    Other disciples also knew that Yu''er "mixed" with Mo Hua, and was a young follower of Mo Hua. He was also kind to Yu''er on weekdays, so he naturally didn''t dare to bully him.


    The junior brothers and sisters who are in the lower class have not been in the process of getting started now, and are busy familiar with many affairs and Taoist practice courses in the mountains. They are dizzy and probably dare not bully them at will. They are very "out of the future" at first glance.


    The seniors in the first year of high school will not be so boring and bully Yu''er a child.


    What''s more, their meeting on the discussion is about to be held, and they can''t even get busy.


    Of course, if they really do...


    I thought about it and was not afraid at all.


    He also has some connections with his senior brothers and sisters.


    Even if he doesn''t use his connections, he is not afraid of fighting.


    Even if the seniors who are one class higher than him have the ability to cultivate the foundation in the later stage, they have proper planning and have a lot of ways to deal with them.


    Then, there are the elders of the sect.


    If you are really the elder of the sect, you will make things difficult for Yuer... Then go and "report" to Mr. Xun!


    Mo Hua quickly passed all the possibilities in her heart, feeling that there was nothing scary, so she asked with confidence:


    "What''s going on?"


    Situ Jian sighed, "It''s a dog."


    Mo Hua was stunned.


    He thought for a long time, but never expected that the one who bullied Yu''er turned out to be a dog.


    This is outrageous!


    Just in case, Mo Hua asked, "Who raised this dog?"


    Situ Jian shook his head, "I don''t know who raised it, but it doesn''t look like a master. It''s tied outside a remote book pavilion in the north, and it''s probably for visiting the door."


    Mo Hua nodded.


    Then don’t be afraid.


    Just a watchdog.


    Situ Jian glanced at Yu''er and said pitifully:


    "Yu''er finished her homework and was playing outside. She seemed to be chasing a drinking crane and ran to the outside of the book pavilion. The watchdog, who was originally dozing off, suddenly woke up for some reason, and grinned at Yu''er and bitten her desperately. She looked very fierce. Yu''er was caught off guard and was frightened."


    "Fortunately, the dog was **** with a chain, otherwise he might have hurt Yu''er even in anger."


    "I happened to pass by, and when I ran into it, I brought Yu''er back..."


    Ink painting frowned.


    Suddenly screaming at Yu''er?


    He turned his head and saw that Yu''er was still in shock and his little face was pale. He touched his head and said:


    "Don''t be afraid, just a watchdog, I''ll get you back!"


    Situ Jian was a little helpless.


    He, the young senior brother, is calm whenever he is involved in major events. Once at a critical moment, I am very calm and steady, meticulous and very reliable.


    But, from time to time on weekdays, I feel a little... "childish".


    Just a watchdog, what place can you find?


    Situ Jian sighed.


    But Mo Hua didn''t care about so much, and told Situ Jian to take good care of Yu''er, and went to the Book Pavilion alone with great momentum.


    The entire map of Taixu Mountain was roughly in his mind.


    He had a little impression of this bookstore.


    However, the location is remote and the environment is quiet, and it is not on the road for disciples to go to and from get out of class to practice, so few people have passed.


    But before the ink painting, I didn’t remember any big dog in front of the book pavilion.


    Of course, there may be, but he ignored it.


    In front of the book pavilion, there are pavilions, towers and pavilions, and the small pond is quiet.


    There are cranes in the pond, koi swimming in the water, and several brocade phoenixes and spiritual rabbits, full of fairy spirit.


    But these are not the point.


    As soon as Mo Hua raised his eyes, he saw a big dog tied by a golden wire chain in front of the book pavilion.


    This big dog is snow-white all over, neither ugly nor handsome, just like a dog. At this time, he is lying on the ground, looking down on others with a look of contempt.


    Mo Hua raised his eyebrows and pointed at it and said:


    "I''m so brave!"


    The big dog seemed to be a little bit human and knew that Mo Hua was scolding it. He immediately stood up and looked at Mo Hua with fierce eyes.


    It stood up and showed its figure, one head taller than the ink painting, and grinned, it was indeed a bit scary.


    But ink painting is not afraid of being happy.


    Because the dog is **** on a chain.


    He was like this, although he was shorter, but he still confronted the big white dog with awesome momentum.


    But after watching it for a while, the ink painting became a little confused.


    What to do next?


    Beat this dog?


    Or find a way to slaughter it and stew it into a meat pot to suppress Yuer’s shock?


    As if he had noticed the idea of ??Mo Hua''s "great disrespect", the big white dog suddenly became angry and his expression became even more ferocious. A powerful, fearful pressure spread from it.


    In the vertical pupil, there seemed to be some light flowing.


    Mo Hua was stunned and muttered in her heart.


    This big white dog seems not an ordinary dog?


    It is not a monster, nor does it look like a spirit beast. Could it be... some kind of special strange beast?


    A strange beast? Probably not easy to mess with...


    Do you want to forget it first?


    As soon as the idea of ??ink painting arose, it seemed that this big dog was noticed.


    Its eyes looked at Mo Hua with some contempt and disdain.


    Mo Hua was angry when she saw this.


    A mere watchdog looks down on me?


    good!


    If you can''t beat, kill, or stew meat, then you will scare you and make you suffer a little. You will know that there are mountains outside the mountain and there are people outside the dog!


    Mo Hua snorted coldly, his eyes condensed, and his spiritual thoughts manifested the Sword of Shocking God, and he used the Seven-Soul Eye Technique. A sharp light burst out from his eyes, just like the flow of sword energy, and a trace of power flowed out.


    Shocking Sword!


    This is his first time to use the Sword Technique to a Man, no, to a Dog.


    As Mo Hua expected, the big dog should have been blinded in an instant and begged for mercy.


    But this big white dog''s vertical pupils trembled, and a pure white light kept flowing in his eyes, turning into a blurred phantom, rising and falling one after another, constantly changing.


    In front of the beautiful book pavilion, each person and a dog stared at me.


    One is a young boy and the other is a big white dog, and the two are facing each other.


    Watching some children''s play, but where the two eyes intertwined, where ordinary monks could not see, the light golden sword light and pure white phantom were constantly strangling, one was rising and the other was growing, and the killing continued.


    After a moment, there is no difference in the outcome.


    Both sides stopped.


    Mo Hua pointed at it and said, "Wait for me, and I will come to you again after class tomorrow."


    The big white dog also looked at Mo Hua contemptuously, as if saying, "I''m waiting, if you have the ability, come again."


    Mo Hua snorted coldly and turned around and left.


    Back at the back of his disciple''s residence, Mo Hua collapsed on the chair, looking depressed and feeling frustrated.


    "It''s outrageous. I haven''t beaten a dog..."


    He thought that his Sword of Shocking was successful and could "kill all directions" as long as he used it, but he was defeated by a dog...


    Although strictly speaking, Mo Hua felt that his sword-do pupil technique should be slightly better than this big dog in the confrontation, if he didn''t win, he wouldn''t win, and he couldn''t make excuses for himself.


    "What is the origin of this big dog..."


    Mo Hua frowned, but the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. "No, no matter what its origin, you have to give it a color."


    Otherwise, my original method that combines the Taixu Shock God Sword Style and the Seven-Soul Blood Prison Eye Technique would be a shame.


    The first battle failed and even a dog could not take it.


    Mo Hua cheered up his fighting spirit and competed with this big dog.


    "This shocking sword needs to be practiced again..."


    The ink painting took out the water ban box and began to visualize again.


    The Seven Soul Blood Prison has become the Seven Soul Sword Prison.


    Logically speaking, the seven souls of the corpse dog, the arrow, the bird''s yin, the swallowing thief, the non-toxic, the elimination of filth, and the stinky lung should be integrated into the heart of the sword prison, and one by one to activate the soul. Only then can the eyes be used as the orifices to turn into the "sword intent" and the soul that has evil spirits is used as a means of killing.


    There are eight sword prisons, first integrate the seven souls, and then merge the soul of life.


    Before the ink painting, a sword prison was only engraved in the soul, and the soul was integrated into the "corpse dog". In addition, the other six souls need to be integrated. Only this improved Sword of Shocking God can truly achieve a small success.


    After the seven souls are integrated, the soul of life is then integrated. Only then can the complete sword prison be created and the sword evil is integrated. Only this Sword Sword can be considered a great success.


    Ink painting''s mood gradually calmed down.


    “It’s still early…”


    Whether it is the Sword of the Sword or the Seven Soul Eyes Technique, there are still many profound secrets that have not been discovered, and there are many difficult ways to learn. It is not enough to just blend one soul into it.


    Now I have just learned the beginning.


    Continuously practice and cultivate the Jingshen Sword to the extreme!


    Ink painting abandoned all distracting thoughts, began to concentrate, and continued to understand the Seven Spirits Sword of Shocking Deeper.


    Based on the soul of life, on the basis of the soul of life, the Seven Spirits Sword Prison is forged to form the Sword Sword Art of Shocking God.


    "The corpse and dog soul has already melted the heart and formed a sword prison. The next soul is...the fuzhishen spirit..."


    "Imagine the forbidden picture, replace the torture instrument with a sword, and use a sword instead of torture..."


    "Use the sword to enter the heart, use the heart to blend the soul, and lead the soul to leave the body..."


    …


    The ink painting is meticulous little by little, and practices over and over again. The more you comprehend, the more you can experience the Sword of the Sword and the Seven-Soul Blood Prison Eye Technique, the inner depth and mystery of these two methods.


    And his sword prison where he was lying on his siege was also creating little by little.


    This speed is much slower.


    It seems that this kind of magical thoughts and magic tricks are the slower they practice.


    But even if it was slow, the ink painting took a whole night and still melted half.


    His Sword Eye Technique is much better than before.


    The next day, he couldn''t wait to show off the big dog again.


    In front of the book pavilion, beside the small pond.


    One man and one dog, and began to stare at each other again.


    What surprised Mo Hua was that he still didn''t win, but compared with the last time, he had firmly gained the upper hand.


    After fighting for a while, he and Dagou were both in a state of dissatisfaction, so he gave up temporarily.


    "I''ll come again in a few days!" Mo Hua was not willing to give up.


    The big dog''s expression was also disdainful, and he even bared his teeth fiercely at Mo Hua.


    But this time, its gaze became much more serious and he dared not really not take ink painting seriously.


    After Mo Hua returned, he was not thinking about food and food, and continued to practice the Jingshen Sword.


    Finally, three days later, his progress made rapid progress, and he completely integrated into a sword prison in the sacred spirit.


    At this point, he had melted two of the seven souls, one corpse, one dog, and one arrow.


    The power of pupil technique has greatly increased.


    The next day, ink painting came to the book pavilion with great confidence again.


    This time, he will compete with this big dog.


    The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment.


    The big white dog obviously knew the power of Mo Hua. After sensing the sharper aura on Mo Hua, it lost its previous contempt and replaced it with a ferocity to face a strong enemy.


    One person and one dog, they all moved seriously.


    The two were still as always, staring at each other.


    But this soul confrontation was more fierce than before.


    The sword intent of the ink painting turns into a sword shape, forming a prison. The prison contains a strong evil spirit, which is daunting.


    The big dog seemed to have stimulated some blood, and the phantom in his eyes became more solid, turning into a pure white, holy phantom of a divine beast, which made people dare not look directly at it.


    I don’t know how long the stalemate has lasted, but ink painting is better.


    His divine thoughts have been transformed, and his soul is closer to the "god". He is really fighting for divine thoughts. He has never been afraid of anyone yet.


    The big white dog was defeated, the pure white shadow dispersed, and was backfired.


    It was stabbed into its eyes by the sword intent of Mo Hua. In pain, it had to cover its eyes with two claws, screaming in pain.


    Ink painting is full of energy.


    Although his soul was also a little painful and felt a little heavy, he must not lose face in front of this "strong enemy" Big White Dog.


    "Do you still dare to look at me?"


    Ink painting is a bit arrogant.


    Then, he ran to his disciple''s residence and called Yu''er over.


    In front of the big dog, Mo Hua pointed at Yuer and ordered to the big dog:


    "Apologize."


    Unexpectedly, when the big dog saw Yu''er, his face suddenly turned ferocious. He roared and roared again regardless of the pain of his eyes, trying to pounce on Yu''er.


    Yu''er''s face turned pale.


    Mo Hua''s face was stern, and his eyes lit up, and the big dog immediately became honest.


    It looked at Yu''er, then looked at Yu''er behind him, and his righteous ink painting, and he said "whistle" to Yu''er unwillingly, just as he apologized.


    Yu''er stood behind Mo Hua. With Mo Hua to support him, she was no longer afraid. She even saw the white dog''s white fluffy and wanted to reach out to touch the dog''s head, but remembering the dog''s ferocity, she still held it back.


    No matter what, the venue has been recovered.


    Mo Hua nodded, quite satisfied.


    He was about to scold the big dog for a few more words when suddenly a gentle voice sounded:


    "What are you doing?"


    Mo Hua was stunned and turned around and saw that at some point a middle-aged monk with fair face, black hair, slightly fat body and a kind look came out of the book pavilion.


    Mo Hua was startled, "Palm...President?"


    This middle-aged monk is the head of Taixu Sect.


    Mo Hua was not familiar with him and never spoke alone. He just saw the head of the sect speaking in the dojo at the annual opening ceremony.


    The head of Taixu Sect looked at Mo Hua, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he remembered something, "You are... Mo Hua?"


    Mo Hua opened her mouth, "Do you... recognize me?"


    The head of Taixu Sect thought to himself, entrusting the blessing of the ancestor Xun, there are probably not many people in this Taixu Sect who do not recognize you...


    The head of Taixu nodded slightly, turned his head to look at Yu''er, and asked, "Is this the little kid from the Shangguan family?"


    Yuer bowed nervously and said stutteringly:


    "Hello, leader."


    "good."


    The head of Taixu said kindly, and then in a blink of an eye, he saw the big white dog who seemed to have just been "bullied" on the side, and his expression stuttered.


    Mo Hua suddenly realized something and asked in a low voice:


    "Sect Master, this big dog...can''t it be... you raised it?"


    Big dog?


    The head of Taixu was stunned, his expression was a little subtle, and he nodded and said, "That''s right..."


    But Mo Hua''s heart skipped a beat.


    Finished!


    Beating a dog depends on the owner.


    I bullied the dog raised by the leader!


    At this moment, the head of Taixu Sect asked, "What are you two children doing here just now?"


    Mo Hua changed his mind quickly and immediately said, "We... saw that this big dog is hungry and it''s so pitiful, so I''ll feed it some things, right..."


    Mo Hua gave Dabai Dog a sharp look.


    The big dog succumbed to the "power of ink painting" and subconsciously let out a whistle.


    The head of Taixu looked strange.


    After Mo Hua finished speaking, he immediately said, "Sect Master, that... I''ll leave, I won''t bother you..."


    Then Mo Hua took Yu''er and bowed to the head, and then slipped away in a hurry.


    The head of Taixu Sect looked at Mo Hua''s back, smiled slightly, and murmured:


    "I''m an interesting child, no wonder my ancestor likes it."


    He turned his head again and looked at the "big dog" lying on the ground with a pleasant tone, with a calm tone, but he said with some gloating:


    "On weekdays, don''t you bark when you see people, don''t even give me my face? Why are you so honest today?"


    The big dog lay down in a depressed manner, rolling his eyes to the head of Taixu.


    After that, it also turned its gaze to the distance, first looked at the ink painting, and then involuntarily, looking at Yu''er, with a ferocity like a "natural enemy".


    This ferocity was also captured by the head of Taixu.


    His eyes paused slightly, turned his head and looked at Yuer, who was holding hands by Mo Hua, who was gradually moving away, and his brows gradually frowned...


    (This chapter ends)