Chapter 915 Blackening


    The ancient mysterious sword of Taixu Slashing Divine Sword with the five elements flowing, and the formation and path are united, with a sudden light rising like a river of heaven hanging upside down.


    The blood-killing blade condensed with blood in the moment of confrontation, broke inch by inch. The blood-killing path on it, which was slaughtered, cruel, murderous, deadly and inhumane, was also strangled by the sword path of Mo Hua, and was eventually crushed by the ancient and vast Taixu sword intent.


    In the end, the Blood Blade collapsed.


    The majestic God-Slaying Sword cut off the blood blade, swept open the sea of ??blood, and slashed the body of the divine skeleton with its supreme force.


    The third-grade divine bones, the divine thoughts are condensed and true, and the black and red blood is like indestructible armor.


    But in front of this "Slaying Sword" that combines the Kaishan Sword Formation, the Broken Gold Sword Formation, the Guishui Sword Formation, the Lihuo Sword Formation, and the ancient Taixu Sword Intent, it is still vulnerable.


    The dazzling sword sword that killed the **** for only a moment was stalemate, then it broke the blood armor of the divine bone, shattered its shoulder bone, cut into its body, and then went downward, completely cutting the divine bone in half, breaking its way, and slashing its origin.


    The divine body is broken, the blood flows out, and the origin is broken.


    At the wound, the sword intent remains, and it is still cutting continuously to prevent the injury from recovering and to destroy all vitality.


    The horrified expression of Shenshou still stayed on his face. After a moment, it slowly turned its head and looked at the ink painting holding the Great Sword of the God-Slaying Sword in both hands, with its eyes terrified.


    "What a strong sword..."


    Gradually, the expression of the **** skeleton became calm and indifferent.


    Its body is gradually dissipating and its will is gradually disappearing, but its tone is very dull.


    "You won..."


    "Your Taoism is a mess, your swordsmanship is messy... But I have to say, it is indeed very strong."


    "But the Tao is endless. The more you go to the back, the more you need to be more refined and pure. You will not go far if you are so rough and sparse."


    Bloody divine bones, and finally took a deep look at Mo Hua.


    "I lost this time. I hope I will meet you again next time..."


    "If you don''t die, if..."


    "You''re still yours."


    After saying that, the divine bone turned into ashes and completely annihilated, leaving only a black and red smoke like gravel on the spot.


    But Mo Hua frowned.


    "I lost this time, and I will meet me next time... Isn''t this thing dead? Why did I meet me even after I die?"


    "And...isn''t it the divine skeleton of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness? Why is it so different from other divine skeletons?"


    "Is it because it is a third grade, or is there another reason?"


    "This divine skeleton is a bit strange..."


    Mo Hua pondered it, and suddenly the sea of ??consciousness stinged, and immediately felt awe in his heart:


    "I''ve suffered, it''s over-consuming..."


    As the third-grade external evil spirit, the burden on his sea of ??consciousness and physical body was too great, causing his blood and energy to shrink, and the sea of ??consciousness began to hurt.


    Also, the essence has been used up...


    Mo Hua felt bitter in her heart and murmured:


    "This battle was really a tragic victory. I was exhausted, and I had all my trump cards, and my family''s wealth was all over. Fortunately, I killed a third-grade divine bone, so I should be able to recover some of the books. I hope these third-grade divine bones will not disappoint me..."


    Mo Hua stood up weakly, walked up to the third-grade black smoke, stretched out his palm, trying to manifest the formation, and simply refined it first, but when he stretched out his palm, Mo Hua found that his palm was pitch black.


    Ink painting was stunned.


    "When did I get injured?"


    "Are you still contaminated by this divine bone?"


    He looked down and realized that not only his palms, but his entire arms, shoulders, chest, and even half of his body were all pitch black.


    The pupils of ink painting shrank.


    At the same time, a sharp, sinister and harsh laughter sounded.


    Evil fetus!


    Mo Hua''s expression changed and he immediately wanted to set up a divine formation to completely seal his soul, but it was too late.


    Black water gushed out from inside his divine body, polluting his limbs and bones, and even his face was stained with black spots.


    "I clearly set up the formation, how did I come out?" Mo Hua said in shock.


    The black water of the evil fetus covered the face of the ink painting. The mouth of the ink painting sneered in a sharp and weird voice:


    "Why... do you think your little attainment can seal me?"


    "I''ve been dormant for a long time. Do you think I''ll do nothing and let you seal it, waiting for you to kill me?"


    "I''ve been waiting for a long time, and what I''m waiting for is now..."


    Mo Hua''s heart sank, and she wanted to call out the Taoist stele, but there was no movement in the sea of ??consciousness.


    He then remembered that the Taoist monument would not appear until the end of this time.


    The evil fetus sneered, "Don''t waste your energy. I am hiding in your soul and know everything about you."


    "Your monument will not come out until the end of your life."


    "Although your divine consciousness is strong, it is not as good as the third-grade divine bone. If you forcefully fight, it will definitely consume your divine essence."


    "If you are not lucky, you will die at the hands of the gods."


    "Even if you win the God Skeleton, you must do your best and give all your trump cards. For a period of time, you will be exhausted..."


    Mo Hua frowned and said, "So you actually called this third-grade divine bone? You have been dormant for so long, just for the present?"


    After Mo Hua said that, his face became dark and gloomy again, turning into an "evil fetus", and said sarcastically:


    "Yes, you are really smart, and you only figure it out now."


    Mo Hua said coldly: "Don''t forget that you can''t erode my heart. If you confront me head-on, even if I''m exhausted now, you won''t be my opponent."


    "Just drag for a few hours, and until midnight, there is a Taoist monument to protect the sea of ??consciousness, and you can still be your ''head-reducing turtle''."


    "In time, I will kill you!"


    Even though ink painting is at a disadvantage, these words still make the evil fetus feel palpitations when they hear it.


    It has long been pitted with shadows by ink painting, and only when ink painting fights to the death and is exhausted, will it dare to emerge.


    But it also knows that this is the only opportunity.


    Black blood surging around the ink painting.


    "I have been thinking about how to win you, **** you, how to eat you..."


    "My dusty memories are awakening little by little, but there is no way to kill you in these memories."


    "You are surrounded by ancient existences in your sea of ??consciousness. There are too many secrets in you. Your spiritual consciousness is too strong, and your methods are emerging one after another."


    "So, I figured it out..."


    The evil fetus smiled gloomyly, "I can''t beat you. Only you can defeat yourself, and only you can kill yourself..."


    Mo Hua was shocked and suddenly felt something was wrong.


    Then evil spirit suddenly appeared, and the black blood on his body, like a worm, penetrated into the fine antennae, and penetrated into his divine incarnation, constantly absorbing, replicating, assimilating, as if he was about to differentiate him.


    The struggle in ink painting is of no use at all.


    I don’t know how long it took, the black blood had completely wrapped the ink painting, like an embryo, and finally the embryo trembled, hatched, molted, and turned into another figure.


    The evil fetus also merged with this figure, standing opposite the ink painting.


    Mo Hua then slowly looked up and looked at the opposite side, looking shocked.


    Standing opposite is another "ink painting".


    A "black ink painting" that is the same size, the same body, the same face, but is soaked in black blood, and is sour with evil spirits.


    At this time, the "Black Ink Painting" grinned, revealing her white teeth:


    "This is my last original magical power: fetal transformation."


    Its sound is exactly the same as the ink painting, but it has a hint of cunning and sinisterness in its crispness.


    "I took your soul as the guide and my Shinto as the ''fetus'' and hatched another you."


    "I can''t pollute you and can''t make you me."


    "Since that''s the case, I''ll be you."


    "In this way, as long as I kill you and eat you, you will not distinguish between each other. You have me and I have you, and you have merged into the ultimate divine fetus, and you and I will eventually become one."


    Mo Hua''s face looked a little ugly.


    He pointed with one hand, turned into a surging fireball, and headed straight for the "black ink painting" turned into the evil fetus.


    But at the same time, "Black Ink Painting" also pointed out a pitch-black fireball, which whistled out, colliding with the red fireball of the ink painting.


    The fire broke, the divine thoughts exploded, and the fireball disappeared, but the black fireball with evil spirit was obviously better.


    Ink painting is held in a virtual palm again, and grabs it out of thin air. A water prison comes and goes to the bounds of "black ink painting".


    A flash of black water, the black ink painting performed its lapse of water steps, escaped from the water prison technique, and after standing still, he grabbed it with his backhand, and a black water prison technique suddenly came to Mo Hua''s side.


    Ink painting also used its lapse of water to avoid it, and then its pupils were deep, and its spiritual thoughts moved, manifesting the golden lock array, trapping the "black ink painting" from all directions.


    The golden array pattern turned into chains and wrapped around the body of the "black ink painting".


    But "Black Ink Painting" suddenly sneered, waved his left hand, and immediately untied the golden lock array pattern around him.


    As soon as his right hand condensed, the Black Li Fire Sword appeared. With a casual slash, he split the entire golden lock array, and the golden lock array collapsed and completely dissipated. The ink painting looks extremely solemn.


    "Hei Mo Hua" looked at him and grinned, his smile was both innocent and evil, "I said that I hatched you, I am you, I know all the moves you know."


    Ink painting was speechless for a moment.


    After this battle, he realized how difficult it was to "self"?


    And, not only that.


    Now he is exhausted from fighting for a long time.


    And the blackened self in front of me has just been hatched by the evil fetus and is still in full bloom. If you continue to fight like this, it is not a solution at all.


    Mo Hua sighed, "It was born with the same roots, why not be too anxious to fight each other? Since you are me, why should we shake hands and make peace? Why do we have to divide it to the death?"


    "Black Ink Painting" sneered:


    "I said that I am you. You can lie to others, don''t lie to yourself."


    The ink painting sounded "showed".


    "Black Ink Painting" pointed a finger, and a black fire ball rushed to the Ink Painting. Then, with a grasp of the palm, it turned into the Black Li Fire Sword again, and used its passing steps. Its body flashed a few times, and it approached the body of Ink Painting, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart of Ink Painting.


    Ink painting used its lapse of water, flashed through the black fireball, grabbed it with his backhand, manifested the Tai''a Kaishan Sword, pulled a sword flower, swung the Black Li Fire Sword that stabbed his chest, and then slashed close to him, fighting with his "black" self.


    However, after fighting with the third-grade divine bones, the ink painting''s divine mind was consumed too much and he was no match for the "Black ink painting". Whether it is spells, formations or swordsmanship, they were all at a disadvantage.


    The moves of "Black Ink Painting" become more fierce and more fierce.


    The breath of ink painting is getting weaker and weaker, and there are more and more wounds on the body, and the injuries are getting worse and worse.


    But despite this, ink painting is still struggling to support it.


    But his support is obviously limited.


    I don’t know how long it took to fight, but Mo Hua finally exhausted her energy, she lost her mind and staggered under her feet, revealing her flaws.


    The "black ink painting" that has been pressing against ink painting, his smile instantly grimaced, his left hand was holding it, and evil thoughts rose, manifesting the Lishan cremation evil formation, trapping the ink painting in the formation.


    Then its right hand condensed into a black water sword and threw it violently. The black water sword stained with evil spirit flew out of the air and headed straight for Mo Hua''s heart.


    Black Mountain moves, turning into a cage, evil fires surge and evil thoughts surging, swallowing the ink paintings directly.


    The sinister black water sword also stabbed the place where the ink painting was, and the sword light broke and strangled to death.


    The dark evil thoughts, mixed with fire, spread out for a moment.


    But when the smoke of gunpowder dissipates, there is no figure of ink painting in the formation.


    "Black Ink Painting" looked up and saw that the ink painting with golden light on the edge of the formation was panting with a dim golden light on his body, leaning on the mountain-opening sword in his hand.


    Obviously, he didn''t know what method he used to avoid the killing situation of the formation and sword technique that consumed a lot of evil thoughts.


    "You''re lucky...but your appearance as a ''water dog'' won''t last long..."


    "Black Ink Painting" sneered, then did not talk nonsense, and reappeared the dark Kaishan Sword and killed Mo Hua.


    The ink painting, which had been exhausted, could only grit its teeth and continue to fight with its blackened self.


    After playing like this for a while, the ink painting finally disappeared again, revealing its flaws.


    "Black Ink Painting" continued to kill, using both formation and sword techniques, hoping to take Mo Hua''s life.


    Huge fluctuations of spiritual thoughts came, but after the smoke of gunpowder calmed down, the ink painting still "had absent and dangerous".


    "Black Ink Painting" was so angry that he rushed towards Ink Painting again.


    The ink painting barely supports it, but it has been several times. It seems to be about to hang it, but it just doesn''t hang it.


    "Black Ink Painting" finally realized something was wrong and immediately said furiously:


    "Your wise is not used up at all! Do you still have the essence?"


    Mo Hua shook her head: "No."


    Hei Mohua''s eyelids twitched and pointed at him and said, "I''m still quibbling. What''s the corner of your mouth? Isn''t it the essence of the stolen food just now?"


    Mo Hua wiped the corner of her mouth, "You read it wrong, this is the blood I vomited."


    Hei Mohua was so angry that she almost vomited blood, "You are indeed... despicable and cunning."


    The ink paintings were no longer installed, and he said with confidence:


    "I am a child from a poor family. Whether it is the spirit stone or the spirit, I am used to saving some spare parts to avoid using it all, and I feel panicked."


    Mo Hua looked at "Hei Ink Painting", "Didn''t you say you are me? Then you should understand this habit."


    "Black Ink Painting" was speechless.


    Mo Hua said strangely, "Don''t you understand? Oh, right..."


    He suddenly realized and confirmed something, "It was me, but you were born from the evil fetus of the Great Wilderness and your embryo is bad. I don''t know the sufferings of the lower-level monks. You are not me after all."


    "Black Ink Painting" has a gloomy face and is very ugly.


    It suddenly realized that it still underestimated this half-human and half-god little devil, it was really hard to kill...


    It is harder to kill than ordinary gods.


    But no matter how hard it is to kill, there should be a limit.


    "Your divine essence is not much, right?" Hei Mohua looked at Mohua with evil eyes. "I don''t believe that you can have much divine essence left when you fight the third-grade divine bone. You can''t delay it for too long."


    Mo Hua nodded and admitted, "It''s not much, it can''t be delayed for too long, so..."


    "I''m going to kill you too!" Mo Hua said in a deep voice.


    The pupils of the black ink painting shrank.


    Mo Hua held his hands with his hands, held high above his head, and looked determined to die with a look of determination:


    "I admit that you did push me into a desperate situation..."


    "I was indeed plotted against by you. At this moment, it is the time when I am the weakest, and my spiritual essence is indeed gone."


    "If I drag on it any longer, I have no chance of winning, so I can only fight to the death."


    "This final sword, I will fight your life and death with you!"


    "I won, then I''m still me."


    "If I lose, then you will be me."


    "Do you dare to fight with me with my life and fight for this last sword?"


    Mo Hua looked down on her eyes, as if she was looking at an ant, looking at her blackened self in front of her.


    Hei Mohua was stunned and then became angry.


    Dare you?


    It sneered, "Don''t forget, I came from the ''fetal transformation'' with you as the model. I can do all your moves. Do you think that by fighting the Divine Sword, you can kill me?"


    Mo Hua said: "How can you know if you don''t try?"


    Black ink paintings look indifferent.


    It doesn''t plan to fight.


    It knows better than anyone else how cunning and difficult the essence of "ink painting" is, and how dirty it is in its belly.


    He wants to fight with himself, and there is definitely a problem here.


    "Black Ink Painting" did not move at all, and then he found that Mo Hua said "sword-slinging" on her mouth, but in fact she raised her hands empty above her head, and there was no movement at all, and the slightest bit of sword energy did not condense, and even her eyes flashed, and she was a little guilty.


    "Black Ink Painting" instantly understood.


    He is bluffing!


    He is me, I am him.


    He knew that "I" was suspicious, so he bluffed and pretended to fight to the death, but in fact he felt afraid and dared not fight to the death with him.


    He is delaying time!


    When it was dragged to midnight, the Taoist monument appeared and protected his sea of ??consciousness. Then I had no choice but to do anything to him.


    And spells, formations, and even ordinary "sword-transforming styles" cannot kill him at all.


    The only way to kill him is the final style of the Taixu Divine Thought-turning Sword - "Slaying God Sword".


    "Black Ink Painting"''s pupils shook and his mind changed rapidly:


    "It''s not that he wants to fight with me, but that I should fight with him!"


    "Before the Taoist stele emerged, I tried this sword and killed him. This is the only chance I could replace ''Ink Painting''."


    "He also understood this ''ink painting'', so he took the lead and pretended to fight with me to the death, which made me afraid and dared not really use the ''Divine Sword'' to fight him to the death."


    "As long as I feel hesitant and dare not take action to kill him. Once it is midnight, I will never do anything to him. All my plans so far will be wasted..."


    "Black ink painting" with the same origin as ink painting instantly understood the thoughts of "ink painting".


    Then it no longer hesitated, held its hands in vain, held it in the air, and the black evil sword formation condensed into a sword of divine thoughts one by one, which merged in its hands, with a terrifying momentum.


    He can do the sword, so can I do it. I understand what he understands, too.


    His divine consciousness was damaged and consumed a lot, and his divine essence was almost used. But my evil thoughts are still abundant.


    This sword will fight life and death, and the advantage lies in me!


    Hei Mohua''s eyes were determined and looked at Mohua, and his voice was a bit rampant and cruel:


    "Okay, let''s fight for life and death! Let''s see who will be this ''ink painting''!"


    (This chapter ends)