Chapter 876: Self-dead
I heard that the evil fetus was anxious.
The enemy is anxious, which means you have done it right.
The enemy is in a hurry, which means you are doing it right.
The ink painting cut even harder.
The ancient sword intent in the bamboo sword turned into a deep, heavy, circulating with virtual and real, and slashed **** his own soul.
It was like being chopped in half by someone.
A huge pain came.
Mo Hua gritted her teeth and frowned, enduring the torn pain of "the soul of life is slashing itself".
But the evil fetus hurts more than him.
There are seven souls hidden in the soul of ink painting.
He only killed one soul, which is the Fuya Soul who was hosted by the evil fetus.
The evil fetus is parasitic in the soul of the ink painting, and there is only one soul, so the ink painting is only one-seventh of its own.
But what was cut off was the whole of the evil fetus.
The pain of the evil fetus was at least seven times that of his, and the injury was also seven times that of his.
Thinking of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt that it didn''t hurt that much.
"This little lamb dares to jump on my face and mess up my heart. I will make it look good!"
Mo Hua made up his mind and killed three swords in a row.
These three swords were powerful and powerful, slashing the evil baby into heartbreaking, screaming and then cursing:
"You little beast who doesn''t want to die! Do you really want to die?!"
"If you kill your soul, aren''t you afraid that your soul will die?!"
The ink painting doesn’t care about the evil baby.
He is relatively simple in doing things, usually he can do things, never speak.
If the other party can’t move, he will speak again.
If you really can''t beat others, you will talk.
But now, it is obvious that I have the upper hand and “the advantage lies in me”, so it is a waste of time to speak.
Mo Hua cut another sword.
Xie Ying screamed in pain, and knew Mo Hua was so determined, so she screamed: "Don''t forget, I am you, you are me, killing me, that is, killing yourself."
“Nonsense.”
Mo Hua said indifferently, and then slashed another sword.
The heart-wrenching pain spread to Mo Hua''s soul, and also seven times as much as the evil baby.
Xie Ying was in a state of madness, and finally had a ferocious face. He used all his strength to forcibly break through the shrine seal under the ink canvas, and showed his head out of his soul, trying to breathe for a moment.
The evil baby showed up.
At the same time, behind Mo Hua, another head "growns" out of thin air, which is dark and dirty, ugly and evil.
It was the head of that evil baby.
But the moment the evil baby showed his head, Mo Hua''s eyes lit up.
He stretched out his little hand, as fast as lightning, grabbed Xie Ying''s neck directly. Without saying a word, he pulled Xieying''s neck and ran towards the Taoist tablet.
On the Taoist monument, the bright red thunder was shocking.
Xie Ying suddenly got strangled by Mo Hua, and immediately felt cold in her heart, "I''ve been plotted against by this little kid!"
Then it sensed the bright red destructive aura on the Taoist monument, and it was even more shocked.
The evil fetus immediately endured the pain without thinking, and shedded the pain, she shed a layer of skin, turned into a pool of black water. At the critical moment, she finally merged into the soul of Mo Hua.
When Mo Hua brought his hand to the front of the thunder, the evil baby strangled in his hand had disappeared.
Only some thick black water remains.
It seems that the evil baby faded.
"Molting?"
Mo Hua frowned.
Where did this little lamb learn the methods? Did it not know this before?
Or is this also a kind of supernatural power of its natal life, and it slowly awakens with memory?
Ink painting feels very difficult, but it is also a pity.
"Almost..."
First, use the method of killing the God Sword to kill the soul by yourself, making the evil infant unbearable pain and force it out of the soul of the arrow.
Then, taking advantage of his anger and inattention, he quickly grabbed it with the momentum of thunder and used the thunder to destroy it, and eliminate future troubles forever.
It’s a pity that this evil baby is too agile, and at some point he learned this strange method of “molting skin”.
It reacts a little slower.
Or it will not "molt".
It''s all dead this time.
The "duck" he got flew away, and Mo Hua was very unhappy.
This time, after Xie Ying merged into the soul of Mo Hua, he had no sound at all, and he did not dare to reveal a trace of breath.
Mo Hua said, "Hey, come out."
"Aren''t you very arrogant before?"
Xie Ying didn''t say a word.
"If you don''t come out, I''ll kill you again." Mo Hua said.
But even so, the evil baby still shrank in the hidden arrow soul and did not dare to show any movement.
A good evil fetus was scared into a frightened bird.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, mobilized the ancient sword intent, and slashed a sword towards his soul.
This sword hurts very much, and the evil baby finally couldn''t help it. It said viciously:
"Okay, just kill..."
"Evil thoughts are born, and they are immortal. I want to see who is stronger and who will die first..."
After that, it was completely dormant.
No matter how Ren Mohua cut it, it no longer made any noise.
It’s not easy to cut the ink painting again, because it really hurts to cut off your own soul.
If the evil baby is beheaded and screams, he will feel more comfortable when he has a comparison.
But now that the evil baby is "pretending to be dead", he can only feel his own pain if he cuts it down.
Mo Hua stopped.
With this stop, the cracks cut by the ancient sword in the soul were painful like a knife cut.
Mo Hua covered her head, her body trembling in pain.
"It''s over, I''ve been killed too much..."
The slash was not obvious when it was cut. After the slash, the remaining pain began to go back little by little.
The pain is intensifying.
Mo Hua quickly mobilized his spiritual thoughts and used the remaining spiritual essence to repair the wounds on his soul.
The divine marrow slowly penetrated into the body, like a unimaginable elixir, repairing the wounds on the soul of the ink painting.
At this moment, I seemed to have sensed the breath of the divine marrow, and the evil fetus had some abnormal movements and a hint of greed.
But in the end, I didn’t dare to show my head and **** the essence of ink painting.
"You know what you know..."
Mo Hua snorted coldly.
But then, he didn''t feel relaxed.
This time I taught this little lamb a lesson, but the final result was somewhat "both losing both sides".
Of course, the evil fetus has bleed a little more.
Compared with the evil fetus, I am considered a "small defeat".
But this is not a solution...
Although he suppressed the aura of the evil fetus, his soul was also damaged to a certain extent.
Use swords to temper the soul, and kill the soul itself. As Dugu Zu said, it is an extremely dangerous way of practice.
I can''t stand it myself, let alone other people.
Ink painting sighed in his heart.
Those seniors of Taixu Sect who do not go through their spiritual consciousness and have never transformed into the Tao, can successfully cultivate the "Shenzhe" with their own efforts. Their strong talents, firm mind and high understanding are all admirable.
It is really difficult to kill your own soul...
"Then do you need to continue learning this God-killing Technique?"
Mo Hua frowned.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, thought carefully for a while, and silently strengthened his thoughts.
We must persist in learning.
Even if your soul is hurt, you must learn it.
It would be fine if he learned it later, or followed the teachings of Dugu’s ancestor, and steadily learned the God-killing Style. If he learned it slowly, it would not have much impact.
But now it''s different.
The evil fetus is parasitized in his life soul, nourished by his sea of ??consciousness, and is still slowly awakening his supernatural powers and awakening his memories. From which perspective, it is a huge hidden danger.
This hidden danger must be eliminated.
This evil fetus also forced him to learn the God-killing style.
If you don’t learn and cannot kill this evil baby, then as long as you make some changes in the future, let the evil baby take advantage of the loophole, you will likely be completely polluted and become a puppet of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness.
Therefore, when killing the God Sword, you must learn it!
Your opponent is an evil fetus, and even an evil **** in the future.
Although the Taoist stele and the catastrophe thunder are all in their own sea of ??consciousness, they are all considered "external objects" after all.
The "Divine Sword" is the only way that you can take the initiative to control and even kill the evil gods.
You must hold your own life in your own hands.
Ink painting has a firm look.
And the only problem now is the injury left behind after the life soul was killed.
The divine marrow can repair the injuries of the soul, but after several damages to the soul, there is not much divine marrow left in Mo Hua''s hands.
As soon as the divine essence is less, the current divine thoughts and Taoism of ink paintings have become a little weaker to a certain extent.
The incarnation of divine thoughts is far less golden than before.
"This is a problem..."
At present, I do not have the means to replenish my divine essence. In addition, I have to spend a lot of time learning formations and sword techniques, so it is even more impossible to find an altar everywhere.
Mo Hua frowned.
At this moment, he found that his hands were dirty and sticky. When he looked down, he found that there was black mucus stain on his palms.
It seems that the evil fetus forced to escape and shed blood skin.
These black waters are too dirty, and the ink paintings are a little disgusted.
After a moment, he was suddenly stunned, his eyes lit up slightly, throwing these dirty "blood skins" onto the Taoist monument and killing them with thunder.
A slight wailing sound of a terrifying wail like a demon was heard.
After that, the black gas was evaporated, the evil thoughts were washed away, and the originally filthy blood skin flowed out of pure golden marrow liquid.
Moreover, this gold color is deeper and purer than all the divine essence he has obtained before, and it has a hint of crystal clearness.
Mo Hua wiped down the marrow with her fingers, put it in her mouth and licked it, and her eyes lit it immediately.
“Too pure!”
It’s a pity that the amount was too small, and he sucked it a few times and it was gone.
The ink painting is still not satisfied, but it is also enlightened:
"I almost forgot that the evil fetus is the embryo of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness, so it must have an extremely strong divine essence..."
The evil fetus is parasitized in his own soul.
In other words, it is a "divine treasury" hidden in your own soul.
But, the essence of this treasure house has to be found by yourself...
Ink painting''s eyes immediately shone brightly.
This God-Slaying Sword must be learned!
After cutting off the evil fetus, you will have good things to eat!
But how to kill?
After thinking about it for a while, I gradually got an idea in my mind.
To a certain extent, the Sword of the God-Slaying is also "self-harm", so you cannot be too hasty. Just cut one sword a day to avoid too much load on the soul and too severe injuries.
Only one sword will be cut in a day.
Use this sword that "uses sword to temper the gods and kills the soul of life" to understand the intent of the sword of the gods and practice the sword of the gods.
Over time, water drops through the stones.
Sooner or later, one day, I can completely kill this evil fetus!
If you can use your own strength and your own divine thoughts to implement Taixu''s sword intent and kill this evil fetus, it will mean to some extent...
Our own God-Slaying Sword, not to mention great success, at least it has already been a small success! This evil fetus is not only a "sandbag" for practicing the God-Slaying Sword, but also a "touchstone" for testing the fire of the God-Slaying Sword.
Once the evil fetus is completely killed, a large amount of divine marrow can be obtained.
With such pure and rich divine essence, it is enough to repair the injuries accumulated by oneself over the years and killing one''s own life soul.
Unfort is the place where good fortune relies.
This evil fetus is a disaster, but it also happens to be oneself, the opportunity to cultivate the Divine Sword!
Ink painting was very emotional for a while, but she still showed no expression in her expression, and even showed a dilemma, muttering in pain:
"This sword move has a serious backlash. I wouldn''t have to know it if I had known it..."
This sentence was naturally heard by the evil baby in his soul.
Xie Ying just sneered, as if she was ridiculing Mo Hua''s recklessness and ignorance.
The soul of one’s own life, do you think the five decays of heaven and man, and you will be able to achieve enlightenment after the corpse is resolved?
The ignorant is fearless…
It originally thought that Mo Hua would calm down when she knew it hurt, but it never expected that this kid would be "unstoppable" and since then, he has killed himself every day.
Not many, just one sword.
This mere sword naturally cannot kill it, it is more like a spur and humiliation.
The evil infant was angry, but he could only endure it silently.
It is waiting, waiting for Mo Hua to continue to "seek death" like this. Once one day, he will be too slashed by himself, and he will inevitably experience the Taoist changes and usher in a great disaster.
At that time, it will be your own opportunity...
Xieying grinned, but before she finished laughing, Mo Hua scolded her:
"Be honest!"
"Your expressions are all on my face. Don''t think I don''t know you are smiling..."
Xie Ying''s face was as dark as ink for a moment.
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After that, Mo Hua still cut a sword on his own a day.
A few days later, it was seven days later. The ink painting was broken through the void by Dugu ancestor, captured it to the back mountain, and taught the sword technique.
After the transmission, Dugu Zu looked at the ink painting. Seeing that the ink painting looked a little upset, he frowned and said:
"You''re hurting your soul?"
Mo Hua definitely couldn''t admit it, so he just shook his head and said, "I have learned a lot of formations recently, and my spiritual sense has been exhausted, so I''m a little tired."
Dugu''s ancestor was silent for a moment, without any doubt.
The appearance of the ink painting is okay to say that the soul is damaged, and it is also correct to say that the spiritual consciousness is exhausted.
But according to common sense, monks with souls often have dull eyes, confused minds, and often stinging pain in the sea of ??consciousness. The symptoms are much more serious than those in ink painting.
Although the ink painting is a bit confusing, it is still very energetic.
Dugu’s ancestor didn’t care much, but he still gave a special reminder, “Practicing Taoism requires water drops and stones to wear away, and there is no need to overwork.”
"There is also the sword mark on the bamboo slip, which contains an ancient sword intent of the Taixu Sect. In fact, it is not something you can comprehend now. Even if you can''t see the trick, you don''t have to be discouraged."
"You just need to visualize from time to time and be influenced by this sword intent, which will be of great benefit to you in the future real learning of the "Slaying Sword".
Mo Hua said sincerely: "Thank you for your teachings!"
Dugu Ancestor nodded, "Go back."
"Well," Mo Hua bowed and bowed, "Disciple said goodbye."
Then he was sent back to his disciple''s residence by Dugu ancestor.
It was still dawn when I returned to the disciple’s residence. Mo Hua seized the time and sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ??consciousness and practiced the formation on the Taoist monument.
After practicing the formation, it was almost dawn. Mo Hua left the sea of ??consciousness, took out the bamboo slip, visualized the sword shape, and cut a sword by himself.
This sword hurts very much.
Mo Hua grinned in pain, and then silently said in his heart: "The evil fetus hurts more than me, and the evil fetus hurts more than me..."
Sure enough, the pain relieved a lot in a while.
But after the killing, Mo Hua suddenly remembered that Dugu’s ancestor had just given him guidance, especially about the ancient Taixu sword intent on the bamboo slips.
He always felt in his heart that there was a slight incongruity.
It seems that the words of the ancestor are a little bit conflicting with his own understanding.
But the conflict is not clear.
A trace of worry appeared in Mohua''s heart:
"I can''t... learn wrong again, right?"
After thinking about the ink painting for a while, I thought it was impossible.
The fireball technique is wrong because of my special spiritual consciousness.
The learning of the sword-making style is wrong because it has no inheritance.
The Jingshen Sword was learned wrongly because no one taught it...
Now, Dugu, who is proficient in the true art of the magical mind transforming sword, is in charge of the back mountain of Taixu Gate, gave himself the sword-track bamboo slips and taught himself personally.
It’s impossible for me to learn it wrong, right?
Ink painting shook his head repeatedly.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
What''s more, I clearly practiced according to the eight words "using sword to temper the gods and kill the souls of life".
No word is bad!
How could you learn wrongly?
The ink painting is completely relieved.
The rising sun rises, and the bright sunshine shines into the disciple''s residence, and a new day begins again.
After "cutting a sword by yourself", Mo Hua cheered up and started a new practice.
He remembered Mr. Xun''s instructions and ignored other things, practiced with peace of mind and learned the formation with peace of mind.
But during his days of peace of mind, the entire Ganxuezhou community was in turmoil.
Tai Amen.
In the head of the sect, the head of Tai''a and several elders are discussing matters.
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The more Tai A''s leader thought about it, he became more angry, and then said angrily: "If the Dao Conference was about to be imminent, I would listen to your advice and take care of the interests of the sect, and would have destroyed these beasts one by one and expelled them from Tai A''s party. How could he need to mediate like this and be subject to the bird energy of the four major sects and the Dao Tingsi?"
The other elders did not dare to interrupt.
A, an older and experienced elder sighed softly: ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Not only the elder, but also the head of the sect, is indeed responsible.
I always think that I can take advantage of this opportunity to reorganize the sect to go further, but I didn’t expect to look up all day long, and didn’t notice that I was tripped by someone and fell into blood.
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The elder coughed, and then everyone gradually calmed down.
The head of Tai A was as deep as water, and then he could only sigh helplessly: "Let''s change a group of disciples. During this period, let them practice and practice Taoism. This is all this..."
The elders nodded one after another, but their faces were bleak.
Even the head of Tai''a was not very optimistic.
Perform your duties and leave your will.
He could only say silently in his heart: "I hope my ancestors can bless me, so that I can pass this threshold..."
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Chongxu Sect.
In the Houshan Cave Mansion.
For things like cultivation, weak means weak, and strong means strong.
Occasionally, the weak defeats the strong, which is a lucky draw.
But after multiple rounds of fierce battles in the Taoist Conference, there is almost no room for such "lucky".
The ancestor Chongxu said, "Try to survive this class, just as soon as possible. We have a ''trump card'' in Chongxu''s sect."
The leader Chongxu was excited and nodded, and a little expectation arose in his heart.
Linghu Xiao is talented and has extraordinary swordsmanship.
If he leads the team, Chongxu Sect will definitely shine in the next swordsmanship conference.
Even if you turn the tide, it is possible.
But the clouds still remained unshakable in the heart of the ancestor Chongxu.
He was afraid that the four major sects would do nothing and would not give them a chance to breathe...
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Some people are happy, some are sad.
Some people succeeded in their plans, while others sighed to the sky.
The closer you get to the conference on Taoism, the more frequent the changes will be.
Undercurrents are also constantly surging.
And these are the ink paintings of a "ordinary" disciple of the Taixu Sect, and they don''t know much about them.
He remembers his duties and practices with peace of mind.
His cultivation is growing little by little.
His swordsmanship is tempered every minute.
And his formation, under the guidance of Mr. Xun and his efforts day and night, gradually became a level that ordinary monks could not imagine... Time passed by like a flash of time.
Soon, more than six months passed.
Under the attention of everyone, the conference on the Taoist discussion in the state community of Ganxue has begun...
?Thank you for your reward for cultivating immortals together~
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??In addition, let me tell you in advance that I should ask for a leave tomorrow.
??I am a little too tired recently, so I can take it a little bit.
??The subsequent plots are also key plots, so we need to sort them out.
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(End of this chapter)