Chapter 867 Pollution


    The ancestor of the Xiao family was both ruptured.


    A trace of black air was burying into his divine thoughts along the seven orifices in his incarnation, seeping into his soul, eroding, polluting, and corrupting him little by little.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family doesn’t understand.


    How did his great-great-grandson provoke such a terrifying existence?


    This terrifying existence is very similar to the legendary "evil god" or "demon", and is a "taboo" that even he, the ancestor Dongxu, is extremely afraid of.


    And when did this existence begin to spread in the Ganxuezhou community...


    The ancestor of the Xiao family can''t figure it out.


    But under such a deadly crisis, there was no time for him to think about it.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family has learned all his life''s secrets and has activated a magical method.


    His divine incarnation was like a molting skin, and began to crack from the epidermis, and then he abandoned the whole body of divine thoughts outside to get rid of the pollution of evil thoughts and ensure the purity of his own soul.


    Divine Transformation Technique!


    This is the last and most difficult secret magic of the divine magic he obtained through great fortune.


    Through this secret technique, you can shed your divine body and preserve your soul like a dragon and snake shed your skin.


    Although the spiritual consciousness will be greatly damaged, it will also degenerate the polluted spiritual consciousness and retain the purest source.


    This is a method of divine thought "breaking arm to survive" created in order to cope with all kinds of unknown existences and all kinds of strange pollution in the divine mind.


    It is also the most difficult secret technique to practice in his inheritance.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family originally thought that he would never use it in his life.


    But unexpectedly, his favorite great-grandson brought him such a shocking "big surprise", allowing him to face such an "big terror" existence without any warning.


    The divine thoughts of the ancestor of the Xiao family began to shed their skin.


    The skin was cracked inch by inch, and it was also abandoned, along with most of the divine thoughts and the polluted black gas that had already penetrated into the divine thoughts.


    A "shrinkable" and pure ancestor of the Xiao family broke out from the original body, and he did not look back. He neither looked at the little ghost nor peered at the root of the "terror", and directly escaped to the outside of cause and effect.


    The situation is urgent.


    Time is also very urgent.


    We must have the determination to "cut off our arm" and seize this rare opportunity. No minute or a single minute can be missed.


    If you hesitate a little, you will die without a place to bury.


    The body of the ancestor of the Xiao family was desperately fleeing beyond cause and effect.


    The little devil didn''t look at him anymore, as if he had been shedded by him. The majestic divine thoughts in the cave realm attracted attention.


    The "terrifying" existence is still just spreading the black air of pollution.


    He seems to be on the verge of awakening, lacking a certain ritual or a medium for surviving, and is about to wake up, but it seems that he has not woken up.


    Otherwise, He can only take a look and contaminate a hole.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family was very grateful.


    He is very lucky, but he is also very lucky.


    Otherwise, if you are a little short, you will be doomed.


    And this encounter, he finally realized what the "great horror" in the secrets of heaven is.


    This will definitely be of great benefit to his future practice of cause and effect.


    "Escape first..."


    The ancestor of the Xiao family spared no effort to escape, and the further he fled, he could jump out of cause and effect and escape from this nightmare.


    But at this moment, a sudden wave and twist were twisted, and the ancestor of the Xiao family seemed to be full of collision with something.


    The smell of fishy rotten came.


    It seems to be a corpse.


    After the divine transformation, the ancestor of the Xiao family raised his head and saw a tall and ferocious "copper corpse" with eyes as blood as a sea of ??blood and body as ancient bronze.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family felt nervous.


    The bronze corpse is not scary.


    In the eyes of his ancestor Dongxu, a mere copper corpse is just a low-end zombie in the foundation-building realm.


    But this is in cause and effect, in the deduction of the secrets of heaven...


    Where did the copper corpse come from?


    The ancestor of the Xiao family looked at it for a moment and saw the arrogant majesty in the eyes of the bronze corpse, the surging blood, and the scene of the corpse mountains and seas of blood behind it. The cold air surged in his heart, and his internal organs were trembling with coldness.


    "This is not an ordinary copper corpse, this is... the corpse king who commands the group of corpses, accompanied by the sea of ??blood?"


    "Is this the fuck... the evil spirit?!"


    "It''s like the cold cold of the three nines, and a pot of cold water poured down his head.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family was cold and his face was ashamed.


    He never thought in his life that he would encounter this situation.


    The strange evil demon, the sleeping ancient evil god, the corpse king who sealed the road...


    The ancestor of the Xiao family didn''t know how he escaped from this situation.


    When his divine thoughts struggled to go back to his own sea of ??consciousness, he didn''t have any happiness in his heart for the rest of his life, but only endless uneasiness and fear.


    In his soul, there are wounds of evil spirits, pollution from evil gods, and tooth marks of evil fetus.


    His seal hall was black, his eyes were dull, his face was as white as paper, and there was bloodshot in his eyes.


    Even though he was alive, he looked like a "living zombie".


    His divine thoughts have been "smelted" like a skin sac, so he suffered extremely serious losses.


    But his spiritual thoughts were extremely weak, but his desires were very abundant.


    The heart seems to be filled with countless desires and desires.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family looked numb, as if he had lost his parents. He sat in front of Xiao Tian''s **** body and murmured to himself:


    “It’s over…”


    "The Xiao family is finished, everything is over..."


    "I...is no longer me, what am I..."


    The gate of the cave was closed and no one answered.


    …


    A few days later.


    On the spiritual boat of the Xia family.


    Supervisor Xia was writing letters.


    The first letter was written to the clan. It looked like a powerful elder of the Xia family, but he did not leave his name, but only wrote the four words "Elder''s Instruction":


    “The plan has changed.”


    "Xiao Tianquan died suddenly, but the cause of his death is unknown. The plan to dominate the Xiao family must be re-arranged."


    "It really doesn''t work. You can only gradually control the Dao Tingsi through Guishuimen, so as to further infiltrate, and use the Dao Conference to make plans when various sects are distracted to compete."


    "Xia Rong''er doesn''t know the general and is useless. After that, she will provide support to the clan, she will reduce it by 30%..."


    Supervisor Xia paused and added another note, "…Suspended Xia Ronger''s marriage negotiations."


    Then he selected the recent situation in Qianxuezhou and the movements of various families, and briefly explained it, and then sealed up the letters and called his confidants to pass them to the Hui tribe through the Yuanci secret message channel of the Xia family.


    Afterwards, he began to write a second letter:


    I don’t know who this letter was written to, and he didn’t look up and he didn’t sign it.


    "Xiao Tianquan''s body was transported back to the Xiao family."


    "The ancestor of the Xiao family closed the cave. According to his habits, he should be deducing the cause and effect and calculating the murderer, but..."


    Supervisor Xia looked a little solemn, "After the cave was closed, it has been three days since it was closed and it has not been opened. Not only that, the ancestor of the Xiao family also ordered that all the monks of the Xiao family should not get close to the cave, and he has been in seclusion and has no news anymore..."


    "The ancestor of the Xiao family is very likely to have been ''contaminated''."


    After writing the word "pollution", Xia Jianchao only felt cold sweat appearing on his back.


    "Although the situation was unexpected, the Xiao family''s emptiness is considered to be useless..."


    "The Ge Lao guessed right. The Qianxuezhou community is indeed surrounded by evil thoughts, and the filth and filth are born..."


    "It''s just that the aristocratic family is xenophobic and the sect is unfair and cannot interfere for the time being, and I don''t know the inside story."


    "If things cannot be done, make plans early..."


    …


    After writing the letter, Xia Zheng sealed the letter and put it in a golden sword. With a light flash of his finger, the golden sword was accidentally destroyed.


    Then he breathed a sigh of relief and felt scared.


    "The ancestor really doesn''t deceive me. ''If you can''t count, you won''t count''. It''s just a little bit. I''m afraid that the one who is ''contaminated'' is probably myself."


    No, it’s not just “pollution”.


    The ancestor of the Xiao family, Dongxu''s cultivation and profound attainments, all ended up like this, with so much danger. If it were him, he would probably have lost his life on the spot.


    Supervisor Xia sighed and frowned.


    The practice of Taoism is sinister, and the secrets of heaven are particularly terrifying.


    I don’t know what terrifying existence Xiao Tianquan is causing...


    …


    Inside Taixu Gate.


    This "terrifying" existence is teaching his junior brothers and sisters to learn formations in the missionary room.


    "You must remember these formation patterns. The sect assessment should be tested..."


    "You must remember these formations. You can definitely use them when you go out to do tasks..."


    Ink painting said with one glance.


    He taught seriously, and the junior brothers and sisters below listened seriously.


    Under the guidance of Mo Hua, the disciples of this Taixu Sect made rapid progress in the formation.


    A young senior brother of the same class, who is even one or two years younger than them, can teach formations on the podium, which invisibly inspires the fighting spirit of these disciples.


    At the beginning, the disciples of the same sect all learned the formation with the ambition of "must surpass the younger brother".


    Later I found out that the more they "super", the bigger the gap, and then I realized the reality.


    Their purpose has changed from "beyond the younger brother" to "comparing with the younger brother".


    Then it became "can''t fall behind too much of the younger brother."


    In the end, the situation turned into "I can''t understand the lessons taught by my senior brother"...


    The status of ink painting in Taixu Sect is also relatively transcendent.


    The ancestor is partial and the elders are indulged, and they are quite prestigious among their disciples.


    Therefore, he went to Longwang Temple and "absent from class" for a long time. When he came back, he was like nothing happened. He practiced and taught classes normally, and no one thought there was anything wrong.


    Some disciples were really curious about where the ink paintings went and what they did, and they kept asking them.


    Mo Hua arranged some formation homework, so they didn''t have the time to ask again.


    In this way, the life of the sect was on the right track.


    But there was a thorn in Mo Hua''s heart.


    That is the "evil fetus" of the Lord of the Great Wilderness that is integrated into his soul. A few days ago, for some reason, the evil fetus in his soul seemed to be very excited, as if he had a good meal from nowhere...


    Ink painting was shocked by this.


    He also thought that the evil fetus broke through the divine formation he had set up and began to swallow his soul.


    Later he checked it carefully and found that it was not.


    I don’t know what I eat with this “evil fetus”.


    I don’t know which unlucky guy was sent to his mouth and fed it.


    Although it is not me who "eats" yourself, this also reminds the Mo Hua.


    Even if this "evil fetus" is sealed by itself, it still has some unpredictable means that it is slowly becoming stronger.


    Once one day, it is strong enough to break through its own divine formation, it may unknowingly further pollute its divine consciousness, thereby seriously threatening its soul.


    Once the soul is completely polluted, then you will not distinguish between yourself and it and you will really become a "little evil god".


    “Trouble…”


    "The evil **** is indeed not easy to mess with."


    Mo Hua''s brows were furrowed.


    But he has no good idea now to eradicate this parasite and purify this "pollution".


    He didn''t dare to tell Mr. Xun either.


    If Mr. Xun suddenly says "destroying relatives for justice", then he will be in tears.


    I don’t know what the situation will be in the future, but at least for the time being, he can still suppress the evil fetus and prevent it from spreading and growing.


    I am still myself, not the embryo of the evil god.


    But the problem is that he doesn''t know what will happen in the future.


    I thought about it for a long time and had no idea, so I thought about letting go first and taking a look.


    There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain.


    The evil fetus is sealed. I just need to be careful during this period.


    The most urgent task is to eat the "dish" you ordered first.


    Ink paintings were ordered in the altar of the Dragon King Temple, and there were many demons. The next one would be a big meal, so it needed to prepare well.


    Before this, Mo Hua specifically asked Elder Xun Zixian and Xun, and repeatedly verified, explored the relationship between the soul and the consciousness, and determined that he had swallowed pure spiritual thoughts that would not affect the soul, would not cause changes in the soul, and would not encourage the breeding of the evil fetus. Only then would he feel relieved.


    But with that, there is another problem:


    He ordered too much.


    So many demons will invade Yu''er''s nightmare.


    He could handle it himself, but it was not that easy for the demon to hurt him anyway.


    But if you are not careful and cannot control the scene, causing a riot in the demon, Yu''er will be in danger.


    He can set up a shrine formation, but he also feels that a simple shrine formation is not very safe.


    It is best if someone can help him check for omissions and fill in the gaps from the perspective of divine thoughts, so that he can feel completely at ease.


    But this kind of thing is not easy to tell others.


    Moreover, not all monks'' spiritual consciousness can withstand fighting with demons like themselves.


    As the day of "delivery" is approaching, Mo Hua is a little distressed.


    After this daily class, he thought about this while walking.


    When I passed by the disciple''s book pavilion facing the water in the north, Mo Hua glanced at me and happened to see the bored white dog lying on the ground.


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes couldn''t help but lit up.


    He ran to the big white dog.


    The big white dog was very alert and noticed someone approaching. His fluffy ears stood up, and his momentum suddenly became majestic. He slowly stood up and his mouth also made a low roar.


    But halfway through the roar, I found it was an ink painting. It let out a "poof" sound again and lay down listlessly.


    "Why are you not energetic at all?" Mo Hua muttered.


    The big white dog lay on the ground, raised his eyelids slightly, and looked at Mo Hua with resentment.


    Then it drooped its eyelids and continued to rest.


    Mo Hua approached it and whispered: "I treat you to a big meal, do you eat it?"


    The big white dog''s ears moved, but he still ignored the ink painting.


    He is tired of eating chicken legs.


    And it actually doesn''t like to eat chicken legs very much. It''s entirely for Mo Hua''s sake, so it''s hard to eat it.


    "Not chicken legs."


    Mo Hua understood the meaning of the big white dog and said quietly, "It''s a better thing..."


    The big white dog turned his head and looked at the ink painting with big eyes, a little confused.


    Mo Hua thought about it, but didn''t know how to explain it, and suddenly had an idea and took out a bone sword from the storage bag.


    “This thing…”


    The big white dog was stunned, and then couldn''t help but sniff it, and a trace of strange smell came out of the sword.


    Demon!


    The big white dog''s eyes suddenly shone, and his saliva couldn''t help but drip.


    It suddenly opened its mouth and was about to swallow the bone sword into its stomach.


    Fortunately, Mo Hua quickly put away the bone sword.


    The bones in his mouth disappeared, and the big white dog stared at the ink painting angrily.


    Mo Hua glared at him.


    As soon as Mo Hua''s eyes touched, the big white dog''s arrogance gradually faded and he lay on the ground again, but his eyes couldn''t help but glance at Mo Hua''s hand.


    The cheap bones who were lying in the bone sword at this time were almost scared to death.


    It was really afraid that the ink painting would be bored with the old and fed the dog when it was whim, so it took its bone to feed it to the dog.


    This little ancestor was caught off guard and tossed. It was so fatal...


    Jiaobo secretly squeezed his cold sweat.


    At this time, Mo Hua also reminded Dabai Dog: "This bone cannot be eaten, I still have any use."


    The big white dog whined, very unhappy.


    Mo Hua tempted, "I will take you to a big meal. It''s much fatter than this bone. Will you go?"


    When the big white dog heard this, he immediately stood up, stretched out his big tongue, and nodded frequently at Mo Hua.


    "Okay!" Mo Hua said happily.


    Then he was about to let the big white dog go, but found that it was **** by a chain of unknown material, which was inseparable from this book pavilion.


    Mo Hua frowned and then remembered that this seemed to be the head of the sect.


    "The leader..."


    Mo Hua touched her chin.


    He is not very familiar with the head of the sect, and so far, he has seen it several times at the opening ceremony every year.


    Also, last time at the entrance of the book Pavilion, he caught him when he "bullyed" the big white dog.


    However, even so, the head of the sect did not blame himself.


    And he is gentle and elegant, elegant, and looks easy to talk.


    "How about you, come to the head to borrow a dog?"


    Ink painting pondered for a moment and decided to try it.


    But he didn''t know where the head of the sect lived, so when he had time, he would squat at the entrance of the book pavilion, hoping that he would be lucky and meet the head of the sect.


    Two days later, he really encountered it.


    The head of Taixu, who was slightly fat, rosy in his face and covered in dark and thick hair, just as soon as he arrived at the Book Pavilion, he found the ink painting squatting at his door, and was stunned.


    “Ink painting?”


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.


    "Is there anything wrong?" said the head of Taixu gently.


    "President," Mo Hua whispered, "I have a small request, I wonder if you can agree..."


    The head of Taixu was a little surprised and became interested later.


    He has been the head of the sect for so many years, and there are few disciples who can muster up the courage to make requests to him in person.


    "You said." The head of Taixu nodded.


    Mo Hua pointed to the big white dog outside the door, "Can you lend me this dog for two days? It''s OK for one day..."


    Borrowing a dog?


    The head of Taixu was stunned and did not respond for a long time.


    Mo Hua whispered: "Isn''t it okay..."


    "It''s not impossible, it''s just..." The head of Taixu was a little confused, "What are you doing with this dog?"


    "Guardian!" Mo Hua said with confidence.


    The head of Taixu didn''t know what to say for a while.


    This child really regarded this strange beast with only the remaining bloodline of the divine beast as a "watch dog"...


    "This...dog is very dangerous." The head of Taixu reminded.


    "It''s okay, I have a good relationship with it. I have also fed it chicken legs." Mo Hua said.


    The expression of the head of Taixu Sect was a little subtle.


    He thought carefully and shook his head.


    This dog is not an ordinary beast, and his temperament is too unruly. In the family, except for a few ancestors and a few elders who feed it, no one can give him any face.


    Once you go crazy, ordinary monks will be helpless with it.


    Therefore, it is easy to cause major trouble if you lend it to your disciples.


    The head of Taixu originally wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the Mo Hua, he remembered Mr. Xun''s attention and hope for him. Suddenly, he changed his mind and nodded in a strange way:


    "OK."


    Ink painting looked happy.


    Then the head of Taixu personally untied the chain of the big white dog and handed the reins to Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua quickly smiled:


    "Thank you, Master! You are such a great person, Master!"


    The head of Taixu laughed, and then he was about to instruct Mo Hua, "This beast is unruly and wild and difficult to tame. You must be careful..."