Chapter 916 More **** than hell


    The sound of black ink painting is rampant and fierce.


    The real ink painting turned pale and his eyes were flustered.


    He seemed to be really just trying to cheat on this "black" self, but unexpectedly, things did not develop according to his vision, and "Black Ink Painting" was really fighting with him.


    Ink painting turned around and wanted to escape, but they were "the same origin" with each other. This trick naturally could not escape the eyes of "black ink painting".


    Its eyes were pitch black, its demonic energy surged, and the evil swords shuttled through, woven into a whole Taoist prison, which directly suppressed the ink painting.


    The evil fetus is shocked by the God Sword!


    "Do you want to run? It''s too late." Hei Mohua sneered.


    Ink painting uses the style of a shocking sword to suppress the third-grade divine skeleton and force it to fight with itself. Now this move has been used by Hei Mohua to deal with himself.


    Mo Hua tried a few times, couldn''t break free, and finally sighed, and could only accept his fate and raised his hands on his head.


    As the situation "forced" he had to fight to the death with the evil "self".


    The Mo Hua looked solemn. Between his hands, the sword formation was formed, the sword shape was condensed, the five elements were flowing, and they were integrated into one, turning into a sharp sword of divine thought.


    It was the "Divine Sword" he used just now to cut off the third-grade divine skeleton.


    But opposite him, the Divine Sword in the hands of "Hei Ink Painting" was exactly the same as him. Not only that, because it added evil spirit and its momentum was even better.


    Mo Hua gritted her teeth and continued to incorporate the ancient and mysterious Taixu sword intent.


    "Black Ink Painting" sneered, exactly the same, and also integrated into the Taixu sword intent between his hands.


    On the blackened "Slaying God Sword", the murderous intent suddenly surged, and the wronged souls flew, and the power went to a higher level.


    Two "Divine Swords" face each other across the air.


    One black and one positive, one strong and one weak.


    Ink painting is at a disadvantage and his expression is getting more and more nervous.


    "Black Ink Painting" stared at Ink Painting, admiring the panic, panic, and despair on Ink Painting''s face.


    But it didn''t appreciate it for too long, and the "despair" on Mo Hua''s face completely disappeared. Instead, there is a sly smile.


    This smile...


    The evil fetus was stunned and his face gradually changed. A cold air surged into my heart, and its pupils gradually widened.


    "why are you laughing?"


    The sound of the black ink painting is a little uneasy.


    "Actually," Mo Hua lost her previous embarrassment, and the smile on her face became brighter, "I''m the same as you, I''ve been waiting for this moment for a long time..."


    "When the Taoist monument is there, you dare not come out."


    "Only when I and the strong enemy fight until the oil is exhausted, you can make a desperate bet and fight with me."


    "So what?" Hei Mohua said in a lost voice. It didn''t even notice it. There was a tremor in its tone, "I am you, you are me. I know you well. At this point, what other tricks can you do, can you kill me?"


    After the black ink painting was finished, his pupils couldn''t help but shrink.


    Then it watched helplessly, and the temperament of ink paintings gradually changed.


    "I left this sword for you specifically. I didn''t want to kill others..."


    A cold and dead silence filled the air.


    At the same time, Mo Hua looked solemn and began to use the real, final "Sword of God-Slaying".


    He first cut off himself and his lust.


    His face became cold, ruthless, nothingness, and ethereal, as if there were no more people''s joys and sorrows, but only the ruthlessness of heaven and man.


    The Supreme Master''s love story.


    This path was integrated into the sword path, and the God-Slaying Sword in Mo Hua''s hand also soared further. In the original origin of the Taixu Sword Path, it merged into the deep and empty black like the starry sky outside the sky. The two intertwined, and then formed a stalker with a luster flowing, but also a dark, real "Giant Sword of God-Slaying Sword".


    This "Giant Sword of God" is several times larger than the ink painting itself. When raised, it is like a sword that holds the sky, with black and white intertwined, and gold entangled around the body.


    The ink painting with the shape of a mortal, for a moment it seemed like a **** and a demon in the sky.


    "Heaven...Demon Slash?!"


    Black ink painting was incredible, his eyes were horrified, and he shouted in shock:


    "How could you go to the devil''s way?!"


    "Why can you even learn the Demon Slash? What kind of thing are you?!"


    The ink painting of the giant sword of the Heavenly Demon Slaying God in his hand was like a ruthless **** and demon, ignoring the black-turned evil fetus hatched from his soul.


    Taixu kills the Divine Sword, and wants to kill me.


    The Supreme One''s way of killing love is to kill evil desires.


    Today, he will kill this "evil self", achieve the path of killing love, and cultivate the true and unparalleled sword of the world!


    The "evil fetus" of the ink paintings, which is regarded as a great straw dog and a sword sacrifice, suddenly a violent warning of life and death occurred in his heart.


    "This **** little beast, he even cheated on me and even planned on me. Everything was set up by him."


    "He''s all done..."


    "What a monster who is close to the demon of his mind!"


    "No, you can''t let him cut out..."


    "Black Ink Painting" gritted his teeth, poured all his evil power into the blackened God-Slaying Sword, and then took the initiative and slashed it down suddenly.


    "Kill him, I''m the ''Ink Painting''!"


    But now it''s too late.


    The ink painting uses its own sword formation as the basis, integrates the Taixu sword intent, and implements the "God-Slaying Sword" of the Heavenly Demon''s Love Slaying Path, which has been urged to be launched.


    The sword painted in black ink was cut off first.


    But the giant sword of Mo Hua arrived first.


    For a moment, it was like the sky and the earth collapsed, the mountains and rivers collapsed, the majestic sword intent, the surging sword energy, and the complex and unspeakable ancient swordsmanship and the heavenly and demons'' love were completely integrated into one, like a long rainbow running through the sun, pouring down.


    This sword can destroy the dead.


    The blackened God-Slaying Sword was instantly cut off by the larger God-Slaying Sword of Mo Hua, shattered inch by inch, turning into powder of divine thoughts.


    Then the sword light was like a river breaking the dam, continuing to rush down, and the vast and unrivaled sword energy slashed towards the body of Hei Mohua.


    "Black Ink Painting"''s pupils were wide open, and his face was full of shock. It wanted to resist and struggle, but it was like a mantis armed in a car, and it was powerless. In the end, it could only be swallowed by the sword energy, completely obscured by the Taixu Sword Sword, like a torrent of sword light...


    Use formation to transform swords, integrate Taixu sword art, understand the love of the demon, kill evil people, and create a true God-Slaying Sword!


    This sword was slashed out, and at this point, the sword-like sword-shaking sword-like true proof of Taixu''s Divine Thoughts were finally completed!


    Mo Hua held the huge sword of the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and only felt that man and sword, and Tao were united into one. There was nothing that could not be cut between heaven and earth!


    A man can be killed, love can be killed, and desire can be killed.


    Ghosts can be killed, demons can be killed, and demons can be killed.


    Even if a **** can be killed!


    The moment of achieving the sword of the God-Slaying Sword.


    Taixu Gate, sword tomb in the back mountain.


    The broken swords buzzed one after another, and the sword intent of the dead sword cultivator turned into white smoke, rising up, and connected with the clouds and mists in the mountains.


    The Dugu Ancestor, who was closing his eyes to rest and was self-deprecating his inner demon, suddenly opened his eyes and his expression was shaking.


    A strange phenomenon appeared in the sword tomb again.


    The broken sword sings in the lonely tomb, and the sword energy turns into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it is more obvious and has a greater momentum.


    This is a sign of the revival of the Taixu Sect.


    If it were before, Dugu’s ancestor might have been relieved and happy, but now, he was shocked, but he was mixed with uneasiness and fear.


    Others may not be able to see or hear, but they can.


    He clearly saw that not only white smoke appeared in the sword tomb, but also an illusory and weird Nine Heavens Demon Shadow that ordinary people could not see was born.


    At this moment, the demons danced randomly, and the sound of the demons filled their ears.


    These demons are celebrating, ecstatic, and making horrifying and charismatic calls.


    Some people learned their way.


    Some people, the bridge that communicates with Taoism has become their "anchor point" in the world, and the other fetus of the demons who appear in the world.


    The innocent appearance of Mo Hua floated in Dugu’s mind.


    The Dugu ancestor seemed to have grown up several decades in an instant, with a clear and sad look on his back.


    "A good child..."


    "It''s too late, I can''t look back..."


    "Blessings are the hidden dangers, and after all, I was wrong..."


    …


    In the sea of ??consciousness.


    The aftermath of the God-Slaying Sword dissipated.


    Mo Hua frowned at the scene in front of her.


    The "Black Ink Painting" was killed, the divine thoughts were shattered, and the origin was cut off, but it was not dead. It seemed that its origin had extraordinary vitality.


    But after being killed, the evil fetus had disappeared, leaving only a ball of black mist, pulsing like a heart, like a real "embryo".


    It is still trying to repair its injuries.


    But Taixu''s sword intent has a long history, and the sword intent is too fierce, causing deep injuries.


    The Supreme Master cut off the love, wanted to kill me, and also killed my divine will. The evil fetus that was cut off had a sense of death. He obviously wanted to survive, but he did not have the desire to "survive".


    Because of the desire to live, it was cut off.


    The evil fetus was wriggling and kept repairing it, and the wounds could not be repaired at all.


    Even the two thoughts of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" are still intertwined and confrontation.


    Ink painting doesn’t want to delay time any more.


    He is now truly "out of oil and exhausted".


    No matter how strong he is, no matter how cautious he is, no matter how much he is, he has reached his limit after killing a third-grade divine skeleton and an evil fetus in succession.


    Mo Hua sighed helplessly, "I want to kill the third-grade divine bones, the fetus of the evil gods, and the killing of one after another..."


    "I don''t know whose foundation-building monk will suffer this kind of crime?"


    At my age, the pressure I bear is too great.


    But fortunately, it was killed.


    The ink painting uses the last bit of divine thought to manifest the divine formation, turn it into a chain of divine thoughts, and completely block the "evil fetus" into it.


    The evil fetus at the end of his strength has completely lost the ability to resist.


    Mo Hua meditated on the spot, waited for a while, and at midnight, the Taoist stele appeared, and then he walked to the Taoist stele with his evil fetus.


    On the Taoist monument, the thunder of robbery is bright red, like a sword that quenchs the sky fire.


    Feeling the breath of silence above the thunder of the catastrophe, the evil fetus, which was originally dying, was like an "evil thought sarcoma", and immediately struggled in fear and screamed: "Little devil, evil, how dare you..."


    "I''ll dare!" Mo Hua said.


    The evil fetus struggled for a moment and suddenly became silent.


    Mo Hua paused his movements and couldn''t help asking, "Are you begging for mercy?"


    The sound of the evil fetus became even more sharp and tender, with a sense of indifference, "Kill me."


    Its sarcoma trembled and opened a crack, like a terrifying big eye, staring at the ink painting, as if it wanted to remember the ink painting forever.


    "If you kill me, I will be one with you."


    "In this life, you cannot get rid of the ''imprint'' of the Lord of the Great Wilderness. Even if you go to the ends of the earth, the believers of the Lord of the God will chase you endlessly and endlessly, and regard your flesh and blood, your soul as the best sacrifice of the Lord of the Great Wilderness..."


    "Do you think I was scared?" Mo Hua was not afraid at all, and even wanted it.


    But he was still a little confused, "If I kill him, will he be one with me?", "Can''t you get rid of the ''mark'' of the Lord of the Great Wilderness?"


    What does this mean?


    Mo Hua was curious and couldn''t help but want to ask, but in the end he still held it back.


    The villain died because he talked too much.


    I should not be considered a "villain", but in the face of evil tread, you should be more cautious, take advantage of its illness and kill it, and do not give it a chance to breathe, otherwise you will be the one who hesitates and will be the one who cheats.


    Besides, even if you ask yourself, you will definitely not tell the evil fetus that is about to die.


    Ink painting no longer hesitated, tied the evil fetus with the Shinto Lock and threw it to the Taoist monument.


    The terrifying, terrifying thunder containing the laws of the supreme heaven, like a bright red "bringing iron", erasing everything about the evil fetus, erasing all its origin and all will...


    The evil fetus did not say a word, with its hideous eyes splitting, staring at Mo Hua until the soul was completely destroyed and the Tao was gone, and he never looked away.


    "You are defeated, and you are still so majestic?"


    The ink painting also stared at it with confidence.


    Until this evil and strange fetus of evil **** was completely destroyed, leaving behind an extremely pure and plump divine marrow.


    Mo Hua then felt relieved and was very happy.


    This big trouble in my heart has finally been completely eliminated!


    My soul was finally completely liberated.


    In the future, I will not be afraid of being contaminated by the evil gods, nor will I be afraid of this evil fetus, and I will suddenly laugh out loud.


    besides…


    Many, many essences!


    More than all the divine marrow he had swallowed before, it was flowing like a spring water, and it was purer than before.


    Mo Hua stretched out his fingers and licked them in a bite, as if he had eaten a bite of the liquefied sunlight, and his whole body was comfortable.


    He couldn''t help but take a few more sips, his face was smiling, and he was about to feast on his face when he suddenly remembered something.


    "It''s my time now, and I''m still outside the mountain gate and haven''t returned to the sect."


    "Besides, after two death battles, the oppression of the sea of ??consciousness is too great, and the blood and energy will wither."


    "If the body is gone, no matter how strong the divine mind is, it will be useless. You must not be a human being, a ghost, or an evil god, right?"


    "And to be honest, being a ghost is not that simple. If a person wants to turn into a ghost after death, he will have various conditions such as natural disasters, evil people and resentment, and he cannot be cultivated just by thinking about it."


    "Not to mention the evil god, I don''t know how many murders I will commit..."


    "It''s important to look at the body first..."


    Mo Hua hurriedly withdrew from the sea of ??consciousness and traced his spiritual consciousness back to the physical body.


    But as soon as the spiritual consciousness was traced back, I felt that my limbs and bones were hurt everywhere, my blood and qi were not running smoothly, my meridians were withered, and I couldn''t move for a moment, and my eyes couldn''t open.


    It''s over!


    Ink paintings make your heart cool.


    It was midnight, and it was still in the remote mountains, with few people coming.


    Once the body encounters any danger, the trouble will be great.


    Mo Hua felt a stern, and then he quickly calmed down and forced himself to open his eyes with a strong will.


    But the eyelids were like mud and sand, as heavy as a pound, and they couldn''t open them at all.


    Mo Hua did not give up and kept trying. It took him a lot of time before he endured the severe pain and slowly opened his eyes.


    The eyes are filled with a gentle face and a pair of soft eyes.


    This is…


    "Murong...Elder?"


    Mo Hua was surprised, and then he heard Elder Murong say to the side with a gentle voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Old ancestor, this child is awake."


    "Yes." Mr. Xun''s old voice rang out from the side, "You can feed the elixir."


    Before Mo Hua could come to her senses, she felt a pair of beautiful and cold fingers with a faint licorice smell, and held a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth.


    Before he could taste anything, the pill rolled into his abdomen along his throat, turning into a warm medicinal force, blending into his limbs, replenishing his blood and energy.


    Then, Elder Murong fed him some bitter spiritual liquid.


    Then I fed some unknown elixirs.


    Mo Huaguo felt much more energetic, her limbs could move, her throat became much more refreshed, and she could speak, but her voice was still a little hoarse:


    "Thank you, Murong...Elder..."


    Elder Murong stroked Mo Hua''s forehead with his slender fingers and said with a gentle laugh:


    "It''s okay. You didn''t say a word, and you fainted in the outer mountain. You lost too much blood and energy. Fortunately, the old man found out that it was early and ordered someone to find you back and send it to me..."


    Mo Hua''s voice was hoarse and she wanted to thank her for a few words, but was stopped by Elder Murong, "You haven''t recovered yet, say less."


    Mo Hua nodded.


    "I won''t disturb you to rest." Elder Murong checked Xia Mohua''s injuries, stood up lightly, saluted Mr. Xun, and then gently retreated.


    Mr. Xun then walked to Mo Hua''s bed and looked at him worriedly.


    "I''ve caused you... trouble."


    Although Elder Murong told him not to speak, Mo Hua still thanked him hoarsely.


    Mr. Xun shook his head, "It''s fine."


    He looked at Mo Hua deeply again, and a flash of blood, black air, evil thoughts, and even sword intent flashed through his mind. He frowned.


    "You... bumped into the evil spirit?"


    Mo Hua nodded obediently, "I bumped... a little."


    “What’s going on now?”


    “Solved…”


    Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua''s eyes and saw that although he looked weak, his eyes were clear and his divine nature was hidden. He breathed a little relieved, "Is there any future trouble?"


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    "Well, that''s good..." Mr. Xun said, then stood up and left, "You have a good rest. If you have anything to do, take care of your health."


    Mo Hua''s throat was sore and he couldn''t speak, so he could only nod his head seriously.


    Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting from head to toe with deep eyes, confirming that the "baby disciple" of Taixu Sect was really fine, and then he slowly turned around and left.


    But after leaving the alchemy room, Mr. Xun''s expression instantly sank.


    "How could it attract evil spirits in this Taixu Mountain for no reason?"


    "And the black gas is so strong that it is almost the origin of evil nature, which is extraordinary..."


    "And...sword intent?"


    Mr. Xun was puzzled.


    Mo Hua is not a sword cultivator, so how could such a strong sword intent appear on his body?


    Moreover, this sword intent is complex and obscure, and there are strange things hidden inside, which makes him, the ancestor, feel vaguely palpitations.


    Where did he learn it?


    Who taught him?


    …


    Mr. Xun stopped and pondered, his mood was like waves, and his eyebrows were as heavy as a mountain. After a moment, he sighed deeply.


    "This kid...is too irritating cause and effect."


    "I don''t know if I can keep my Taixu Sect or not..."


    Mr. Xun shook his head and took a slow step. With just a few steps, his figure completely disappeared and he left the alchemy room.


    In the Dan room, Mo Hua still felt a little weak, her eyelids were as heavy as lead. After a while, she couldn''t stand it and fell asleep.


    Mo Hua was asleep and didn''t realize that his energy was changing around him.


    The secret of heaven flows slowly, and the chain of cause and effect appears. The appearance of ink painting is the "foundation", which runs through his past and leads to his future.


    This chain of causality that exists in the secrets of heaven, traces the past, anchors the present, and leads to the future, is his fate.


    Mo Hua was sleeping, but his fate was trembling.


    A ball of black mist that was pitch black, with extremely fierce and strong hatred after being killed, climbed into his fate along the chain of cause and effect.


    Then, the black mist trembled like a heart, hatched like an embryo, and finally turned into its appearance before its lifetime:


    An evil, dark, terrifying, black, young "ink painting".


    With a sound, a terrifying cry was enough to terrify the ghosts and gods.


    "Black Ink Painting" opened his eyes.


    Its pupils were pitch black and innocent and looked around.


    A ghost who seems to be there or not, and whose body is indifferent.


    Ferocious zombies all over the mountains.


    And a corpse king with copper head and iron bones, blood eyes, majestic and terrifying corpse king full of evil aura.


    The black ink painting like an evil baby cried again.


    This cry contained a strong shock and whistled by the cold wind.


    The evil ghost who looked like a woman was silent, and the zombies in the mountains were silent, only the corpse king, his eyes were scarlet and his hideous fangs were revealed.


    But the evil infant did not move any other things, but slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Under it, thick black water oozed out, like evil amniotic fluid, devouring cause and effect, feeding back to itself, growing stronger little by little.


    Although it is just an evil baby, the evil energy it emits is enough to compete with the blood and energy of the corpse king who commands the group of corpses. The black air and blood air are intertwined into a piece, covering the sky and the sun.


    Under the pervasion of evil spirits and blood energy, the evil ghost lurks, the corpse king entrenches, and the evil baby sleeps.


    The scene in the cause and effect fate of ink painting is even **** than hell.


    But at this moment, under the cover of the Taixu Liangyi Lock, people in the world had no chance to see this terrifying scene of purgatory.


    (This chapter ends)