Chapter 917 Breakthrough
Mo Hua had a good night''s sleep.
He doesn''t sleep on weekdays, and devotes almost all his time to practice and drawing formations during the day and at night.
Especially after midnight, there was a Taoist stele, and he practiced the formation many times every night.
But at this time, after several fierce battles, coupled with the super-level battle of divine thoughts, the oppression of the sea of ??consciousness and the decay of the body, Mo Hua really couldn''t stand it, so she forgot everything and slept down a solid night.
When I woke up, the sky was white.
The bright sunshine shines into the room.
Mo Hua slowly opened her eyes, her mind was a little blank, and she was staring at the sunlight outside the window in a daze.
"Awaken?" A gentle voice sounded.
Mo Hua turned her head and saw Elder Murong, who had a fair face and graceful look in dignity, with a slight smile on his lips, looking at himself gently.
"Hello Elder Murong..." Mo Hua whispered.
His voice was still a little hoarse.
"Don''t talk," said Elder Murong, "It''s time to take medicine."
Elder Murong stood up, took out a few pills, and handed them to Mo Hua''s mouth.
Ink Hua could not move, so she could only open her mouth and accept Elder Murong''s "feeding".
After feeding the elixir, Elder Murong took Mo Hua''s pulse again, pondered for a moment, and said softly:
"Okay, you can take good care of yourself. You can go back to class in about two or three days."
"Thanks…"
Mo Hua only said one word "Thank you", and then her throat hurts and she can''t speak again.
Elder Murong chuckled, "You have a good rest" and then left.
Mo Hua lay alone on the bed, looking at the cloud patterns of the Bagua Dan Furnace on the ceiling, and was stunned. After a long time, he suddenly came to his senses.
"The flesh is really the body of divine thoughts."
If the body is strong, then the spirit is good and the spirit is abundant;
On the contrary, now my body and blood are deficient, and even my spiritual consciousness is not easy to concentrate, and my mind is a little dazed.
Fortunately, Mr. Xun saved himself, and there was also someone who was kind-hearted and very powerful in the alchemy. Elder Murong refined elixirs for him. The injuries on his body were nothing serious.
"But next time you do things, you should be more cautious and more careful."
"Also, if my body is stronger, it would be great..."
Mo Hua said silently in her heart.
Then a burst of fatigue and sleepiness came, Mo Hua felt sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.
While his spiritual sense was weak and he fell asleep slowly, he did not notice the strange phenomena in his cause and effect, nor did he know that an evil, dark, terrifying, black, young "ink painting" was also sleeping in his destiny...
…
Taixu Gate, back mountain.
Mr. Xun climbed up the steps, walked over the seals, and walked towards the sword tomb.
He still cares very much about the "sword intent".
Logically speaking, with the sword skills of ink painting, he could not condense the "sword intent" at all, but he was indeed a clever "sword intent" that emerged. This was not something that could be cultivated by foundation building, and it was not reasonable at all.
The first thing Mr. Xun thought of was his senior brother.
The only one who can pass this brilliant sword art and profound sword intent to the foundation-building disciples is probably the only one in Taixu Mountain. He was the best in Qianzhou in his past, overwhelming the geniuses of his peers, slashing demons and eliminating countless demons, and making countless demons frightened. The Dugu Ancestor of Taixu Mountain was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was in a state of fear.
But absolutely not!
No matter how much he respected this senior brother, he would never allow it. He taught Mo Hua that child to practice swordsmanship.
Mr. Xun knew very well that the end of his swordsmanship and his destiny were only one of the destinies he passed on, that is...
"Taixu''s Divine Thoughts Turning Sword True Art"!
This sword technique is already the Taixu Forbidden Technique.
Once you learn this sword, you will step into the abyss and you will never turn back in this life.
Ink paintings have a wider array. You must not walk on this path because of curiosity for a moment. Demons are everywhere, great terror is coming, and dangerous situations are in danger.
Mr. Xun walked into the sword tomb with a heavy heart.
In the sword tomb, there are broken swords standing in the middle. Dugu’s ancestor was like usual, closing his eyes and squeezing his breath, and sitting in place wither.
"Senior Brother..." Mr. Xun said.
But Dugu’s ancestor did not answer, and even had no reaction. He sat among the dead tomb, like a dead white rock, silent.
“…Senior Brother?”
Mr. Xun frowned slightly and realized something was wrong.
He gradually slowed down, a sharp edge appeared in his muddy gaze, and he looked at Dugu Zu vigilantly.
Dugu’s ancestor’s face trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.
His expression was calm, but his eyes were strange, the whites were black, but his pupils were white, with light and dark intertwined, and the darkness was uncertain.
Mr. Xun''s expression suddenly changed.
"Senior brother, you!"
In the sea of ??consciousness of Dugu, it seemed that he was also experiencing the battle between heaven and demons. His face gradually became pale, and his facial features were melting and distorting. With the only remaining will, he said to Mr. Xun word by word:
"Go quickly..."
"Cross the sword tomb..."
“Also, save it…”
He didn''t have time to say that name, or those existences, he was not allowed to reveal this name.
In the endless, flying and dancing demons, Dugu’s ancestor’s facial features completely melted and turned into a “faceless person.”
Mr. Xun''s pupils trembled violently, and then without thinking, he grabbed it out of thin air, tore open the cracks, took out a compass, and injected his spiritual thoughts and spiritual power.
Above the compass, a series of patterns formed, spreading around like a spider web.
In the sword tomb, the dense sealing formations were also activated at this time.
The breath of Taixu Liangyi flowed, and the sealed golden doors were stacked layer by layer, surrounding the entire sword tomb and blocking it tightly.
A fifth-grade sealing formation was built on the entire sword tomb.
This formation seals the sword tomb, seals everything in the sword tomb, and also blocks all breaths and avoids external transmission.
But at this time, Dugu’s ancestor was full of sword intent, and the formation patterns were shaking.
Mr. Xun''s heart sank, crushed a jade slip and said, "Junior Brother Murong, there is a change in the forbidden area, come and help me."
The jade slip broke through the air, and in just a moment, a five-color crack appeared in the void.
"I''m busy going into seclusion, don''t...
An old man with a slender figure, handsome demeanor, and a child-haired face and a crescent hair walked out of the crack in the void. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the strange-looking ancestor Dugu and the dangerous sealing formation. His pupils immediately shook and he took a breath.
"Senior brother, he..."
"Don''t talk nonsense, take action."
The old ancestor Murong, with a child-faced and crane hair, immediately looked solemn, and used his hand to pinch his hands to sacrifice a Taixu Seal, making a illusion of the four-way blue dragon, which was surrounded by the sword tomb, suppressing the strange demonic aura.
Mr. Xun took this opportunity to fully activate the seal of the sword tomb layer by layer, and then reinforce it...
The sealing patterns turned into chains of voids, completely sealing the sword tomb without leaving any gaps.
The ancestor Dugu was completely suppressed.
This sealing formation was left by the ancestors of Taixu Sect. It is completely opened and is enough to seal any existence such as divine thoughts, spiritual power, flesh and blood within the fifth grade.
Until this time, Mr. Xun and Mr. Murong breathed a sigh of relief.
"What''s wrong with him, senior brother?" asked Old Ancestor Murong.
Mr. Xun looked solemn and shook his head, "I can''t explain it clearly, but my senior brother''s condition is very wrong. I''m afraid it''s the things that are ''seal'', and they are trying every means to come out..."
Old Ancestor Murong changed his expression when he heard this, "Wouldn''t that be the senior brother..."
Mr. Xun said in a solemn voice: "The mind still exists, but I don''t know how much it has been ''contaminated'', so I can only seal it first..."
"That…"
"Senior brother, he is a sword master, and he may have a way. In fact, we can''t help too much..."
Mr. Xun sighed helplessly.
Ancestor Murong looked up at the sealing array, then looked at the vague figure of Dugu in the array, with a sad expression and sighed:
"The great catastrophe of the demons in that time lasted for a long time, with tragic casualties. Finally, it was the senior brother who cut off his own way and used his body as a prison to guard the gate, and then he would have peace in the future generations of Taixu Sect."
"Senior brother... gave up his supreme talent, his immeasurable future, and his great scenery. He went from the famous Qianzhou No. 1 sword to a living tomb. He has been unknown for so many years and has been guarding this forbidden area. Now he is old and cannot be separated from humans and demons. I don''t know if there will be a good end..."
The ancestor Murong felt deeply sad.
Mr. Xun felt sad, but he still said, "This road was chosen by senior brother himself, and he knows these things better than us."
"I know." Old Ancestor Murong sighed and asked softly, "What should I do now?"
Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, "You and I will work together to completely seal the back mountain, locking the void, and not allowing anyone or any existence to enter and exit. After a while, let''s see the situation..."
Old Ancestor Murong pondered for a moment, "If things cannot be done..."
"If things cannot be done," Mr. Xun''s brow frowned into the word "Sichuan" and sighed, "I''ll find another way."
He didn''t say anything, and the ancestor Murong didn''t ask, just nodded:
"That''s all..." After that, both of them remained silent and had a lot of worries.
The bright sunshine shines into the back mountain, as if it is covered with a layer of gloom, with coldness and heaviness.
The ancestor Murong looked around and saw the entire Taixu Mountain in his eyes, and sighed softly:
"Even though the three sects have merged, these twists and turns have occurred again. My Taoist sect''s Taoist sect is probably uncertain..."
Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, with a lot of thought in his eyes, and slowly shook his head and said, "It''s not that my Taixu Gate''s future is uncertain, but this world, all the vast beings have an uncertain future..."
Old Ancestor Murong was stunned, "This...is probably because he is serious..."
Mr. Xun looked indifferent and thought for a moment before he slowly expressed his worries:
"The great disaster of heaven and earth is terrible, but it is actually not the most terrifying."
"The most terrifying thing is actually the decline of human hearts."
"The great disasters in the past are naturally dangerous, but there are also great monks like senior brothers who have great cultivation, great perseverance, and a big picture, who give up fame and fortune, honor and disgrace, and self-bearing the people, and resist this great disaster."
“What about now?”
"Like the sects today, the word "benefit" is the first. Most of the disciples under the sect do selfish things. If people do not cultivate their minds, do not seek the truth, and are selfish, what will happen if they really encounter a great disaster?"
As if thinking of that scene, Mr. Xun''s expression was extremely serious and his tone was chilling.
"I always have a premonition that when people''s hearts are corrupt, the next great disaster may be the... death disaster in this Jiuzhou."
This statement was too shocking, and even the ancestor Murong was shocked.
The ancestor Murong said in a deep voice: "The nine provinces are unified and the Taoist court is powerful. Even if it declines a little, it should not be so far. It is…"
But his words didn''t seem to be saying to Mr. Xun, but instead seemed to be saying to himself.
Mr. Xun was silent for a moment and looked up at the distance.
"I hope this is the case..."
…
Everything in the back mountain was strictly blocked by the formation, and outsiders did not know.
Time flows quietly.
Three days later, the ink painting will be almost done.
He can continue to teach, practice, and draw formations.
Of course, the most important thing is that he has a third-grade divine bone and an evil fetus "legacy". He can continue to refine the divine marrow, swallow the divine thoughts, and solve the puzzle array.
After another half month, Mo Hua meditated in his disciple''s residence, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ??consciousness, solving the puzzle array as usual.
But today is a little different.
Because today, he can solve the mystery array, which also means that the bottleneck in the later stage of the foundation building of the Tianyan Art will break through tonight.
He is about to build the foundation in the late stage!
Mo Hua pressed her excited heart and began to solve the last mysterious formation with her slightly trembling hands.
As his fingers outlined, the golden divine thought patterns shuttled through the mysterious formations, condensed into one array pattern after another, and the mysterious formations were also deconstructing, collapsing, and eliminating...
Finally, as the last stroke condensed, the last golden pattern settled, and the "mystery array" that served as the bottleneck of the Tianyan Jue finally turned into a golden gossip and completely dissipated.
At that moment, the sea of ??consciousness in the ink painting suddenly became clear.
Qihai is no longer suppressed by bottlenecks.
The spiritual power flows by itself, forming a circle of heaven and brings into the sea of ??ink painting.
The meridians of the limbs and bones also feel a little "hungry".
Mo Hua immediately opened his eyes, took out the spirit stones that had been prepared, crushed them all, sucked them into the body through breathing, flowing through the sky, refining them one by one, and sedimenting them into the sea of ??qi.
Mo Hua felt that his spiritual power had been strengthened again after a long time.
His sea of ??consciousness is also expanding little by little, and the realm of spiritual consciousness is gradually rising...
I don’t know how long it took, but finally, as the sea of ??qi fills up, the sea of ??consciousness opens up, the meridians of the whole body are stable, and the spiritual power is determined.
Mo Hua opened her eyes, and a strange light burst out in her eyes, and her aura also increased.
Later stage of foundation building!
Finally a breakthrough!
The entire breakthrough process was quite smooth.
But the premise of success is that before this, he spent too much effort and too much layout, and after hard battles, he first killed the divine bones and then killed the divine fetus, so that he could have such a smooth breakthrough now.
“It’s really not easy to practice Taoism…”
Ink painting feels emotion.
Fortunately, the Emperor of Heaven has lived up to the hard work, and he is finally a late-stage cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage.
In front of the young junior brothers, I was finally able to raise my head and chest.
Ink painting looked inward and examined his current strength:
His body has become stronger - although it has no effect.
His spiritual power is a bit thicker - of course, there is still a big gap compared to his disciples who are often at the top level, with their top level spiritual roots and skills.
The only thing that is good is his spiritual consciousness, as always, he is so strong that he is far ahead.
The peak of the nineteen-patterned peak...
Because it swallowed the third-grade divine bones, the huge divine consciousness left behind by the evil fetus, and the spiritual consciousness enhancement brought by breaking through the late stage of foundation building, the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting took another big step above its limit.
At this time, his spiritual sense was infinitely close to twenty patterns.
Even Mo Hua felt that as long as you had another opportunity, you could break through this boundary, so that you could truly have the spiritual consciousness of the twenty-stitch realm.
Later stage of foundation building…Divine Consciousness Knot Pill.
Ink painting was also a little stunned for a moment.
He didn''t expect that the day of the Divine Consciousness Pill was approaching before he knew it, even making him feel a little unreal.
When he was in the Qi Refining Realm and his spiritual consciousness built the foundation, he had worked very hard to draw the formation every day before he slowly polished it up.
But looking back, this may also be because the Qianxuezhou area was hosted by an evil **** in the Great Wilderness.
The evil **** of the Great Wilderness is so fat that he follows "eat and drink freely". Only then will he be indifferent to his attention and his spiritual consciousness will be about to form a pill.
And, not only that.
Mo Hua''s spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ??consciousness, lowered his head, and looked at his incarnation of his spiritual consciousness.
He successively refined a third-grade divine bone and a second-grade evil fetus, which swallowed a large amount of divine essence. His current divine thoughts have also turned into a color that is almost pure gold.
Nearly pure gold, but there is still a trace of impurities.
This color is already very terrifying. At least in the ink painting, it has never seen such a pure "gold" in the existence of any god.
Even Huangshanjun doesn’t.
Not to mention the little silverfish, it is silvery.
As for the above gold color, I only heard from Huang Shanjun that I have no idea about this kind of essence.
"The next step is to remove impurities and refine your divine thoughts into pure gold?"
"What''s the matter?"
Ink painting is confused.
Thinking of the essence of the mind, Mo Hua remembered what the third-grade blood-colored skeleton said to him not long ago.
The divine bone said that he knew nothing about "Taohua", and said that his Tao was a mess...
Mo Hua was a little unhappy, but when I thought about it carefully, I felt that the third-grade divine skeleton should not have told any lies.
Our understanding of "the realization of the divine consciousness" does need to be deepened. The strength of the divine consciousness needs to be polished more, and the inheritance of the whole body must be gradually mastered.
That divine skeleton really wanted to kill himself, but it also reminded him.
The key is... why does it remind itself, why does it say this to itself?
Isn’t it the divine bone of the Lord of the Great Wilderness?
Mo Hua recalled the little things he had dealt with this blood-colored skeleton and suddenly discovered a problem:
"Blood…"
Although other divine bones are also cruel, bloody, devour human lives, and have blood shadows, they will not have such a strong "blood" background like this divine bone. Even its innate magical power is a "blood-killing blade" that condenses the way of blood.
"Its Tao is related to blood..."
"This seems to be not the ''Tao'' of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness?"
Mo Hua frowned.
Things seem to be getting complicated...
However, he didn''t know much about evil gods, the way of gods, the laws of great way, and he encountered few situations.
Now that I think about these things, I can’t think of any reason.
“Let’s talk about it later…”
"Anyway, the foundation building is already in the late stage..."
Mo Hua was satisfied, put down his other thoughts, and slept peacefully.
(This chapter ends)