Chapter 869 Sword Tomb


    Because the Fuzhi Soul among the seven souls of the life soul was parasitized by the evil fetus, Mo Hua did not dare to be too arrogant, so he only manifested all kinds of five elements magic and many Eight Trigrams formations to kill these demons one by one.


    Waves of demons died in his hands, and were refined by him in an instant, refined into pure thought power, sucked into his mouth.


    And his consciousness overseas, the big white dog also "eats" with great joy.


    The demon who escaped from the gap guarded by Mo Hua, followed the blockade formed by the Divine Pass and the Divine Lock Array, and naturally came to the big white dog.


    The big white dog glared at his eyes, and the majestic phantom appeared in his eyes, shocking a demon.


    Then he took advantage of this gap and immediately rushed forward, bite them one by one, and then swallowed them into his stomach.


    It seems that it is just biting into the air and does not "eat" the actual flesh and blood.


    But the big white dog was very happy to eat.


    This kind of demonic mind power is a rare and great tonic for it.


    The "two-legged beast" of Mo Hua did not deceive it, it was really a "big meal".


    The big white dog is a strange beast, not a monk, without complex human hearts, and with the blood of the divine beast, he is not afraid of evil thoughts contaminating the Taoist heart. Therefore, the demons swallowed it whole are absorbed in a few seconds, and they are not even allowed to have some evil thoughts of impurities.


    The night is getting darker, and the yin energy in the room is spreading, and demons are dancing.


    Wenrenwei was guarding outside the house, feeling the gloomy breath inside, and was frightened and worried.


    But he kept in mind Mo Hua''s instructions, just patiently and firmly guarded the door.


    The indoor battle continues.


    Mo Hua guarded in front, using spells and formations to kill one after another, while fighting with battles to restore the consumed divine thoughts.


    The big white dog was very excited, running around the ground, purging the demon that Mo Hua missed.


    I don’t know how long I have been killed, but the torrent of demons gradually faded.


    By the end, the tree of divine power began to shrink, the black water embryos withered, and fewer and fewer demons hatched.


    These demons are numerous, but they are not too strong in individuals.


    The one that is really too strong, there is no point in the ink painting.


    And those elite demons like sheep horns that were relatively strong before, such as sheep head warriors, have long been considered "mixed fish" in front of the ink paintings with the nineteen-patterned realm and the Taoist transformation of spiritual consciousness.


    After all, in a sense, he is already an existence that can compete with the evil fetus of the Lord of the Great Wilderness.


    If a mere demon cannot be solved with one move, then there are two moves.


    When the last warrior demon was crushed by Mo Hua with bare hands, refined with formations and sucked into his abdomen, the fierce battle finally ended.


    And in the forbidden area of ??the back mountain.


    The old man with long beard was still releasing his spiritual sense and searching quietly.


    But this time he was worried and searched very slowly.


    And because I dare not really release my spiritual sense to avoid causing riots, my junior brother came to me, so my perception was very vague.


    In addition, there was a divine fog array blocked under the ink canvas, and the old man with long beard searched for a long time, but still found nothing.


    Just now, he discovered that the cause and effect of those surging and raging demons had gradually disappeared.


    I don’t know that the source of these torrents of demons was cut off.


    These demons were all wiped out.


    But no matter what, as the cause and effect dissipate, the traces will gradually disappear...


    Dugu’s ancestor frowned and felt slightly angry.


    He still did not give up, and still released his spiritual consciousness and looked back and forth in Taixu Mountain.


    But after searching, there are still slim traces...


    …


    The disciple lives in the inner room.


    As the last demon general was killed, the gloomy and cold air inside was swept away.


    As the smoke was curling, Yu''er was still asleep peacefully. She had some dreams and began to **** her little hands.


    The atmosphere is quiet and peaceful.


    Mo Hua nodded and walked out of the inner room with the big white dog.


    Wen Renwei, who was outdoor, saw Mo Hua, his eyes lit up and he asked, "Young Master Mo..."


    Mo Hua nodded and said, "All of them have been solved, Yu''er slept well."


    Wenrenwei bowed and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mr.."


    "Uncle Wei, don''t be polite."


    After Mo Hua, he exchanged a few more greetings and was about to go back to his room.


    But after thinking about it, he left the big white dog, "This big white dog, just stay here to guard the door, just in case any accidents will happen tonight."


    Wen Renwei thanked Mo Hua again, and at the same time he sighed in his heart that the young master was indeed meticulous and considerate in his actions.


    And the big white dog did not refuse.


    It has a bulging stomach and needs to be digested.


    At this time, it was too lazy to move. Seeing Mo Hua say this, it lay down on the spot, squinted its eyes and began to refine the demon that had just swallowed it into its belly.


    Mo Hua returned to his house.


    Overall, this battle was in his plan, and there was no trouble or accident.


    All the demons were killed, but the evil fetus did not move, and Yu''er was fine.


    He also ate a lot of evil spirits. At this time, he had to completely refine these evil spirits, cleanse all the evil spirits, absorb their pure mental power, and thus take their spiritual consciousness a step further.


    Simple and quiet room.


    Mo Hua held his breath and meditated.


    Widths of thought power are refined.


    His spiritual consciousness is increasing little by little, and the realm of spiritual consciousness also begins from the nineteenth pattern and rises little by little.


    The sea of ??consciousness has expanded, the spiritual thoughts are strong, and the perception of the world and all things has become clearer and clearer.


    A large amount of mental power was refined, and the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting grew rapidly at the beginning.


    But soon, I encountered a bottleneck.


    It seems that his spiritual consciousness has reached the limit of a foundation-building monk, and a trench that is almost insurmountable is standing in front of him.


    This natural chasm is the limit set by the way of heaven for foundation-building monks.


    Opposite the heavenly chasm is the golden elixir.


    The ink painting swallowed a large number of demons, and the enhanced spiritual consciousness is like a drop in the bucket in front of this "natural chasm".


    The speed of his spiritual consciousness growth also slowed down sharply until he finally stayed at the peak of the nineteen-patterned lines.


    Mo Hua opened her eyes and sighed.


    Sure enough...


    Just like when refining Qi to break through foundation building, breakthroughs in major realms are extremely difficult. It takes a lot of water grinding skills over time.


    The amount of spiritual consciousness required for its growth has almost doubled.


    It is not the nineteenth to twenty-year-old lines, this seems to be a gap between one pattern.


    It is roughly equivalent to re-mixing from one pattern to nineteen patterns, which is the difference between the nineteen patterns.


    It is not possible to make up for this deficit by eating this big meal.


    Although this situation was expected by Mo Hua, he still felt a little regretful.


    Mo Hua smacked her lips.


    "It would be great if I could eat the golden elixir in one breath..."


    Mo Hua thought about it with some delusion.


    However, there is even greater gap between foundation building and golden elixir. After thinking about it, he didn''t know what he actually had to eat to get up.


    Eat a real evil god?


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    Not to mention evil gods, he can’t afford to even have evil fetus.


    Now there is an evil fetus parasitized in his soul, but he has no choice.


    "Forget it, the peak of the nineteenth line is still okay, I can''t eat a fat man in one breath..."


    And the peak of the nineteen-line pattern...


    Mo Hua thought about it for a while and then suddenly realized that this had reached the limit of the foundation-building consciousness.


    From then on, almost all foundation-building monks could not be stronger than him, a monk who had achieved enlightenment in his spiritual sense.


    And he was in the middle stage of foundation building.


    This calculation is still amazing.


    Ink painting couldn''t help but feel a little complacent.


    Besides, he learned all second-grade formations from now on, except for the real second-grade formations above the twenty-seven patterns, and he would have been very relaxed when he learned them, and he would no longer have any pressure on his mind.


    Mo Hua was satisfied and a little excited.


    When he was excited, he couldn''t sleep—although he didn''t need to sleep much.


    Mo Hua really wants to find a few formations to practice, and see if it will be faster to learn the formation with his peak nineteen-patterned spiritual sense. If it is stronger to set up the formation...


    The ink painting is a little thoughtful, and then take out the paper and ink.


    He spread the paper on the ground, placed the ink on the table, and then began to use his spiritual thoughts as his pen, use his spiritual sense to control the ink, and draw formations on the ground.


    This time he wanted to try it out, using his peak spiritual consciousness and taking all his strength to draw the formation.


    Therefore, he poured out his divine thoughts without reservation.


    But what he didn''t know was that the pouring out divine thought just touched the powerful cavern consciousness that was wandering in secret between Taixu Mountain...


    In the room of Mo Hua, there is no fog array in the Bu Shen, which cannot obstruct the perception.


    He had just finished "eating" the evil spirit, and the divine thoughts were mixed with a trace of impurities.


    Therefore, the filling is leaked.


    In the forbidden area of ??the back mountain.


    The old man with long beard suddenly opened his eyes and showed a sharp edge in his eyes.


    "Finally, I caught it..."


    There is a trace of evil spirit in the divine thoughts.


    It is obvious that he used some means to remove the evil spirit''s skin and wanted to disguise himself as a serious monk to get away with it.


    But the "vard" has not been taken off, so the foot is leaked.


    "You...can''t run away!"


    The old man with long beard suddenly slashed his thin palm into the void.


    At this time, the disciples were in the middle.


    The ink painting, who is still ignorant, is still drawing his formation attentively.


    But as you draw, a sudden change arises.


    A terrifying wave came.


    A dark, mottled crack in the space cracked open in the void in front of him for no reason.


    The people in Mo Hua were stupid, and their brains also had a momentary crash.


    Before he could react, a thin hand stretched out from the crack in the void, grabbed Mo Hua and pulled him in.


    Then, the void crack slowly closed.


    The disciple was inside, and there was no more ink painting, only his own set of formations that had been half drawn...


    …


    Forbidden area in the back mountain. A crack in the void flashed and a figure appeared.


    The old man with long beard broke through the void and pulled it down. He didn''t know what he had pulled, so he just pulled it in front of him.


    "I want to see who the evil demon is..."


    The old man with long beard snorted coldly, and then his voice stopped abruptly.


    He was obviously stunned.


    At this time, he realized that he thought it was an evil heretic and an alien slut, so he broke the void and grabbed it.


    As a result, the "thing" that was pulled over was a young disciple who was young, handsome and clear-eyed...


    Moreover, judging from his clothes, he was actually his disciple of Taixu Sect?


    The ink painting, which knew nothing about the situation, was carried by the old man and blinked, and was also a little confused.


    The old and the young looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere was a little silent for a moment.


    After a while, the old man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and lowly:


    "You... are you a member of Taixu''s Sect?"


    Mo Hua came to his senses a little, and glanced at him after a glance, and found that he didn''t know where he was. There were black dust around him, withered tombs everywhere, and the moonlight was cold, desolate and depressing.


    The old man in front of him seemed to be locked by formations and chains. Although he did not know his identity and realm, he looked very terrifying at first glance.


    With intuitive perception, it is the kind of terrifying existence that can kill oneself by wiping your fingers.


    Even the intuitive feeling is much stronger than that of the master.


    It is much better than all the monks I have seen in the past, including the few demonic mages that died at the hands of the master, and the Xia Zheng of the mage who came from the Daoting Court.


    Ancestor Dongxu? !


    Ink painting immediately became honest and nodded:


    "Yes."


    The old man with long beard frowned slightly, "What are you doing just now?"


    When Mo Hua heard this, his heart became tight.


    Have you suffered, was "catched"?


    What I did was discovered by this old senior?


    Then, can this old senior be the ancestor of my Taixu Sect?


    He caught himself after he noticed the abnormality?


    Mo Hua was nervous and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.


    The nervousness is because he "stole food" and is likely to be discovered.


    I breathed a sigh of relief because since this old senior is the ancestor of Taixu Sect, he should not kill himself in a disagreement.


    Moreover, if what I expected was not bad, Mr. Xun was also a member of the ancestor''s generation.


    This bearded senior may know Mr. Xun, and he should not make things difficult for him.


    If you really can''t do it, I will bring out Mr. Xun''s name. Maybe this old senior will let him go.


    Seeing that the old man with a long beard looked unhappy, Mo Hua said respectfully:


    "Ask senior, I have a young brother who often has nightmares. In the dreams, demons are invaded and unable to fall asleep. So I borrowed a big white dog from the head of the sect to keep a look for my brother."


    "I just finished looking at the door tonight. After returning to the room, I thought it was still early and practiced the formation. For some reason, I suddenly got caught here by you..."


    Ink paintings said some "truth" pickyly.


    The old man frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "What''s your brother''s name?"


    "Shangguan Yu." Mo Hua said.


    "Shangguan?" The old man was a little surprised, "Are you from the Shangguan family?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "I''m not, my surname is Mo."


    The old man''s eyes were slightly cold, "Your surname is Mo, and your younger brother''s surname is Shangguan?"


    Mo Hua explained: "It''s not my brother, but I met by chance. I saved him and he called me brother."


    Life-saving grace?


    The old man nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Who is your surname Mo... which Mo family is it? Near the Qianxuezhou area, there is no aristocratic family named Mo, is it from Kunzhou or Kanzhou..."


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I came from Lizhou, I am a casual cultivator and have no aristocratic family."


    "It turned out to be a casual cultivator..." The old man with long beard was stunned.


    He didn''t expect that after so many years, Taixu Sect could still bring in a casual cultivator, which was strange.


    The casual cultivator has no clan or power, but because of this, he cannot find his followers.


    "You said... you borrowed a dog from the head?" the old man asked again.


    Mo Hua nodded.


    "What kind of dog?"


    "White, big, long hair, with a little golden retriever, with eyes higher than the top, and some look down on people..."


    Ink painting describes the appearance of a big white dog.


    The old man with long beard moved and his expression was a little clear.


    "It''s that thing..."


    He gradually understood in his heart.


    The child of the Shangguan family has a physique that attracts evil spirits. This child surnamed Mo couldn''t bear to suffer his younger brother, so he went to ask for a strange beast to suppress evil spirits.


    Using a strange beast to suppress evil spirits, but the child also brought some evil spirits to his body.


    This aura was noticed by myself and mistakenly thought it was a "evil demon", so I grabbed it.


    The old man with a long beard stared slightly.


    There are some strange things here, but it makes sense in general.


    This child said it in detail, with a name and a surname, and even said the matter of the head. After that, just a brief check can be found.


    Moreover, from the perspective of knowing people for nearly a thousand years, although this child is a little cramped, he should not have lie in general.


    The old man with long beard sighed slightly.


    Although I didn''t lie, I seemed to have caught the wrong person...


    This is just an ordinary little disciple and has nothing to do with the cause and effect of evil demons.


    But I think so, a young disciple who is only twenty years old, unless he is a Taoist reincarnation and an old demon taking over the body, how could he affect the cause and effect and summon so many demons and evil spirits...


    Since he is an ordinary disciple, the old man will naturally not make things difficult for ink painting.


    He was indifferent to interest and waved:


    "You can go back..."


    Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.


    He was worried when talking to such a mysterious and powerful old senior who was unknown to him, every word he said.


    But I finally got away with it.


    Mo Hua bowed meticulously and said respectfully: "Senior, then the disciple will say goodbye."


    The old man with a long beard said nothing.


    Mo Hua walked out, but after walking a few steps, he retreated, scratched his head, and asked in a low voice:


    "Senior, how do you get out?"


    There are so many tombs here, desolate and weird, and the nearby formations are all very high-end, which is not something he can understand now.


    He has never been here, and he doesn''t know the way at all.


    If he gets lost, or accidentally touches some mechanism or formation, he will be able to build a foundation with a small foundation, and maybe his life will be gone...


    The old man with long beard sighed slightly, knowing that he was negligent, so he said, "I''ll take you back."


    He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ink painting.


    Mo Hua didn''t hide. Of course, he couldn''t hide from the capture of the old ancestor Dongxu.


    But just before being caught and sent away, Mo Hua glanced at him and suddenly saw a broken sword on the ground between the black and broken tombs, and then he suddenly remembered something and said:


    "Old senior, wait!"


    The old man with long beard stopped and frowned and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Mo Hua asked, "Senior, is this a sword tomb?"


    The old man with long beard stared slightly, "Yes."


    Sure enough!


    The night was too dark before, and he was suddenly caught here. He was a little nervous and did not dare to look at it carefully, just thinking that he was in a dry tomb.


    Until this moment, he saw the broken sword on the tomb through the moonlight, and then he remembered that Elder Xunziyou once said that there was a sword tomb in the forbidden area of ??the back mountain of Taixu Gate.


    And he also has something that he always wants to do.


    Mo Hua felt a little relieved and asked:


    "Old senior, I know that a senior is also a swordsman, and he is probably buried in this sword tomb. I want to return the relics of this senior to the original owner, is it okay?"


    Burial in the sword tomb...


    The old man with long beard was stunned.


    In this sword tomb, the sword cultivators who have been buried in the Taixu Sect, who have practiced the magical sword and turned into a sword for all generations, have killed the demons and fought against evil spirits, and have thus damaged their souls and passed away.


    This child actually has this origin? Could it be...a descendant of the Shinto Sword Cultivator?


    The old man looked at Mo Hua and couldn''t help but feel much gentler.


    He nodded and sighed, "Okay, you go."


    Mo Hua looked happy and hurriedly bowed, "Thank you, senior!"


    Then he walked towards the sword tomb around him.


    What he wants to return is the broken sword of Senior Dugu Xuan.


    According to senior Xun Zixian, the divine thoughts turn into swords, hurting others and oneself, especially hurting one''s own soul. Therefore, once injured, it is difficult to heal.


    In the Taixu Sect, most monks who have practiced the magical sword will have difficulty in having a good end. They will either die young or die in distress.


    Senior Dugu Xuan once fought to the death with the fallen river god, the evil **** of the Great Wilderness in the blood-colored fishing village. Although he eventually suppressed the evil god''s arrogance, his own natal sword was unfortunately broken in this battle.


    This means that he suffered a serious injury and injured his foundation.


    Since then, ink paintings have never been found again, any clues related to senior Dugu Xuan.


    Therefore, he speculated that this swordsman who was in the Taixu Sect with outstanding talent and practiced the sword of divine consciousness was likely to have "died young".


    Most of the dead divine-minded sword monks were buried in the forbidden area of ??the sword tomb.


    Mo Hua was able to get his broken sword, and deduced the cause and effect from the sword. He learned the two magical sword moves, namely the sword-making style and the Jingshen Sword Sword, which was considered the mantle of this senior. Therefore, he thought about the kindness of a drop of water and repayed it with a spring of water. One day, he would come to the sword tomb and return the broken sword object to the original owner.


    After all, sword cultivators regard swords as their second life.


    I returned the broken sword and let the broken sword accompany my master to bury it in the tomb, which also eliminated a cause and effect.


    Senior Xuan should also feel relieved if he knows something under the spring.


    The ink painting was between the nearby sword tombs, searching for it.


    But there is only sword and tomb in the sword tomb, no monument or name. Mo Hua doesn’t know which sword tomb is from Senior Xuan.


    He wanted to ask the old senior who was guarding the sword tomb.


    But this old senior has too strong cultivation and a terrible aura. He looks like he is not close to a stranger. Mo Hua is not familiar with him and does not dare to ask too much, so he can only look for him.


    But after searching, I still found nothing.


    Perhaps it was delayed for a long time, the long-bearded senior was obviously a little impatient.


    Mo Hua had no choice but to think about it for a while, so she had to do it herself, dig some soil, and build a simple small soil bun to treat it as a "new tomb".


    Then he secretly took out the broken sword suppressed at the bottom of the blood pool from the blood-colored fishing village from the Nazi Ring, inserted it on the new tomb he had just dug out, and became a new "sword tomb".


    And just as Mo Hua took out the broken sword, the old man with long beard, who was originally a little impatient, suddenly felt an inexplicable aura.


    As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the broken sword inserted by Mo Hua on the earth bun. His expression changed drastically and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.


    "This is…"


    Xuan''er''s sword? !


    (This chapter ends)