Chapter 959: The Demon (Thank you, the leader of the boss Q Chai, for rewarding~)


    "He? To me? The Taoist heart is a demon?"


    This kind of thing is really incredible. Mo Hua didn''t know what expression to make for a moment, so her expression became more and more dazed.


    Mr. Xuan nodded, his voice low, with some bewitching tone:


    “Did you remember?”


    Mo Hua nodded dullly.


    "Repeat it." Mr. Xuan said.


    Mo Hua said: "From now on, I will be your master and you will be my slave."


    "You will obey me."


    "If I let you live, you will be born; if I let you die, you will be dead..."


    As soon as these words came to my ears, Mr. Xuan was stunned for a moment, and a hint of anger arose in his heart.


    Let you repeat, not let you repeat.


    If you say this, who is whose master?


    Mr. Xuan frowned.


    "Why is this happening? The Daoxin Demon has gone wrong? The other two are all fine, no accidents..."


    "Or... he has strong spiritual consciousness and intelligent mind, so he is resistant to the demons of the Taoist heart?"


    Mr. Xuan looked at Mo Hua and felt that his guess was not impossible. He shook the Three Realms card in front of Mo Hua and read his words "Tao Heart Demon" again.


    After reading it, Mo Hua''s eyes were dim.


    He seemed to be thinking, digesting, and learning something.


    A moment later, Mo Hua looked at Mr. Xuan, with deep eyes, revealing a strange gray color, and said word by word:


    "This word is the Tao, it turns into a demon seed, planted in your heart, and will never lose or destroy..."


    Mr. Xuan was slightly stunned, and his mind was floating, thinking that something was wrong.


    The next moment, Mo Hua said to him in a low voice: "I will obey you only by your will..."


    "I will obey you only my will."


    Mr. Xuan''s mind gradually changed, and he nodded, and then he felt relieved and felt much more at ease:


    “It’s done.”


    "Sure enough, this kind of smart little guy is not enough to plant it once, it takes two to plant it."


    Since he has planted demons with Taoist heart, he will definitely obey himself. If he lets him have a life, he will die.


    This idea also remained in the heart of Mr. Xuan.


    “Follow me…”


    Mr. Xuan said to Mo Hua, then turned around and walked forward arrogantly.


    Mo Hua followed him with a dull look, but at the same time, he couldn''t help but think heavily in his heart.


    This Young Master Xuan actually knows the devil in the heart?


    Why?


    Does he have any relationship with his uncle?


    It should be unlikely...


    His level does not seem to be inherited by his master.


    Even if they are one in a thousandth level of their master, these golden elixirs have probably been killed by themselves.


    It’s not the inheritance of the master, that is the “Daoxin Demon” of the orthodox Demon Sect?


    Mo Hua had also studied it a little before and knew that the method of "Taoxin Planting Demons" was not originally the "signature" of his master, but an ancient demon sect, the inheritance of the Phantom Demon Sect.


    It is just the "Daoxin Demon" of the Phantom Demon Sect. Although it is tricky, sinister, vicious and strange, poisoning people''s hearts, making the monks feel scared, it is actually not a truly top-notch inheritance.


    But the "Tao Heart Demon" of the master is completely different.


    The Taoist who is distracted by the mysterious way is unique and has been named "Taoist". The Taoist heart seeds deepened by the secrets of heaven are unique.


    Moreover, it seems to be much stronger than the Fantasy Demon Sect.


    But no one knows how strong it is.


    None of the people who were infected with the "Tao Heart Demon" of the Devil seems to have survived.


    In the Wanmo Palace outside Lizhou City, I remember Mo Hua clearly that there were so many golden elixirs, including three real people in the realm of Demonic Dao, who were also silent.


    Especially in the crowd, plant one and die.


    Ink painting thought for a while.


    When Mr. Xuan used this trick of the Taoist demon, he seemed to have to borrow a certain type of evil weapon - that is, the amber jade plaque made of three skulls in his hand, to confuse people''s hearts.


    In addition, a certain type of "speech" is needed as a medium.


    This mantra is a bit slow, sometimes it doesn’t work if you recite it once, but you have to recite it twice, and the daylily is cold.


    But the master is different.


    He wants to plant demons in the heart of Tao, basically just take a look. Sometimes, a simple sentence, a thought, or even a name may become the "seed" of planting demons in the heart of Tao.


    Master is really too strong.


    That''s why I learned his things secretly back then.


    This Mr. Xuan is far from that.


    But then again, since Master’s method of divine thoughts is still called “Daoxin Demon”, it is probably also evolved from the method of Daoxin Demon Sect’s Daoxin Demon Sect.


    Now, I must not be able to learn from my master’s “Tao Heart Demon”.


    Then let’s take the second best, start from Mr. Xuan, and then understand the basic usage of the “Tao Heart Demon”?


    “It seems to be possible, and…”


    Mo Hua glanced at the temple around him with his aftertaste again, and his mind moved slightly.


    This temple seems magnificent, but it is sealed with corpses and hidden deep in it, which must contain great danger.


    Next, I don’t know what I will encounter.


    And it is too risky for me to be a foundation-building monk and follow these great golden elixir demon cultivators.


    Not to mention the leader of the Demon Sect in the late stage of the Jindan, the Bear Cultivator in the late stage of the Jindan, and the old man in the black robe in the late stage of the Jindan, even the "Young Master Xuan" in front of him, he was no match for him.


    If you are not careful and show your strength, you will be suspicious and even have a life-threatening disaster.


    Since this is the case, it is better to hand over some "handle" and be their "puppet" so that they can feel at ease.


    Mo Hua looked at Mr. Xuan walking in front again, and his eyes showed a hint of strangeness:


    "What''s wrong with it? How dare you use the Taoist heart to plant demons..."


    Young Master Xuan, who was walking in front, had a slight trembling heart. He suddenly looked back and saw Mo Hua''s eyes dim and his expression was dull, following him like a fool, with nothing unusual.


    Mr. Xuan frowned, and was a little confused.


    But as soon as this doubt arose, the words Mo Hua said and the mantras he had recited sounded in his heart again.


    Mr. Xuan thought for a moment, and his brows gradually spread out.


    "How can you be wrong with the Daoxin magic method used to a foundation-building monk? This kid is already my ''toy''..."


    Mr. Xuan nodded, turned around and continued to lead Mo Hua forward.


    The temple is magnificent, with magnificent pavilions, lined with copper pillars, and intricate corridors, making it difficult to identify the location.


    But Mr. Xuan seemed to recognize the way, and walked straight through the layers of Jintai pavilions and came to a front hall.


    In the front hall, there were shadows everywhere, and the golden elixir demon cultivators were there.


    Even Master Hui Er and Shi Tou are there.


    But these two people had dull eyes and were confused at this time, and they were obviously also "successful in the Taoist heart".


    Judging from their appearance, it seems that they were also attacked by Mr. Xuan.


    "It''s all." Mr. Xuan said.


    The old man in black robe nodded slightly, then looked at the ink painting, "You guys, have you planted it too?"


    "This is natural," said Mr. Xuan, and then looked at Mo Hua, "I''m doing this for his own good..."


    "If you plant a demonic thought and become a puppet, you will not hear what we say. In this way, you may still save your life afterwards. Otherwise, he will be dead if he hears a few words in the temple."


    "Besides, this kid looks simple, but in fact he is very clever. I''m not relieved not to plant demons for him."


    "That''s good," the old man in black nodded, then looked at Mr. Xuan, "Young Master seems to value this kid quite seriously?"


    Mr. Xuan smiled and said, "I am missing a slave who is a pretty person who looks like a good person. This kid is just right."


    The black-robed ancestor stopped saying anything.


    Mr. Xuan looked at Shen Qingsheng in the hands of the old man in the black robe and asked, "Where is this kid from the Shen family, do you also want to take him?"


    The old man in black robe nodded: "The Shen family will not give up, so keep it as a bargaining chip."


    "That''s right." Mr. Xuan nodded.


    "It''s getting late, let''s go."


    "Well," Mr. Xuan nodded, and then looked slightly solemn and smiled, "I finally got to this point after going through thousands of difficulties and dangers. I hope the second elder and the third prince will not disappoint me."


    The old man in black robe did not answer and walked in front.


    The leader of the Demon Sect also followed him and walked towards the depths of the temple.


    Mr. Xuan walked at the end with ink painting, Master Hui Er and Shi Tou, three "puppets" who were planted by the Taoist heart.


    The steps of the temple are wide and long, like a dragon covered with golden scales, winding and extending to the highest point, leading to the most majestic and luxurious hall on the top of the Silver Platform and Golden Pavilion.


    Along the way, carved beams and painted buildings, golden buildings and jade buildings were magnificent and dazzling.


    The ink painting walked on the steps, as if it was a humble "pilgrim", going to meet the powerful gods, and couldn''t help but complain in my heart:


    "Okay, Huangshan Jun, you''re so corrupt..."


    But he didn''t dare to look at it anymore, but tried to be as dumb as possible, like a wooden man, walking up one step at a time.


    I don’t know how long I walked, but a square appeared in front of me.


    The square is extremely large, built with the bright chalcopyrite, and it is shining with golden light.


    And there were also dense crowds of bronze men kneeling.


    These bronze men, men, women, young and old, were mostly ragged and had sad faces. At this time, they all knelt on the ground piously and prayed for blessings to the temple on the top of the mountain.


    It was obviously a solemn and sacred scene, but the old man in black robe felt a little creepy inexplicably.


    Because this golden hall is filled with extremely rich yin energy.


    It seems like a whole sea of ??evil, which makes people shudder.


    The old man in black robe stopped, turned to look at Master Hui Er, and asked Master Xuan, "Which level has your Taoist demon cultivated to the level?"


    Mr. Xuan understood the meaning of the old man in black robe and said:


    "The younger generation has a shallow attainment. Those who have been planted with demons cannot use martial arts and Taoism, but can only control some instinctive physical skills. However, if you ask him, he can answer and do some basic things."


    The old man in black robe said, "Let him take out Maoshan jade and measure the evil spirit."


    "Yes," Mr. Xuan nodded, and then gave an order to Mr. Hui, "take Maoshan jade."


    As expected, Master Hui Er took out the previous jade pendant from the storage bag.


    Above the jade pendant, there was a shiny green light.


    This light is deeper than before, and even darker. Mr. Xuan asked, "What does this mean?"


    Mr. Hui said mutely: "This is a sign of... a great yin, and he is full of resentment."


    As soon as this statement was spoken, the atmosphere was solemn and everyone''s faces were heavy.


    Mo Hua also nodded secretly.


    It is indeed a sign of great yin.


    He now saw with his own eyes that on the golden square where thousands of bronze men were kneeling, countless evil spirits and ghosts were roaring, roaring, and a group of black soldiers were like soldiers slamming the city, and dark clouds were swaying, which was very shocking.


    It’s a pity that Mr. Xuan and others couldn’t see this scene.


    The old man in black robe frowned and pondered, and said slowly:


    "This is a temple, and it is also the imperial tomb of my Great Wilderness. Gods need people to worship, and my Great Wilderness royal descendants also need people to bow their heads."


    "These bronze statues in front of me are bronze men poured from living people. They worship both gods and royals. From birth to death, they kneel down and worship."


    "During their lifetime, they were slaves of the imperial power. After their death, they would also turn into evil ghosts and guard the imperial tomb and temple."


    "Therefore, this worship place is the holy place of the dead, and the living are forbidden to walk."


    Mr. Xuan looked stern and asked, "How to break the deadlock?"


    The old man in black robe shook his head slightly.


    Mr. Xuan said strangely: "This is the inheritance of your Great Wilderness. It should be made by the Great Wilderness clan. The second elder doesn''t know?"


    The old man in black robe had a turbid gaze trembled slightly, and he suddenly showed a bitter murderous intent, "The person who set up the layout is a traitor to my great wilderness. He... stole the inheritance of my great wilderness, and he deserved to die..."


    The ink painting on the side was stunned when he heard this.


    A traitor from the Great Wilderness?


    Who is he talking about?


    Mr. Xuan didn’t care much about the traitors in the Great Wilderness. He only cared whether he could go to the temple.


    "Is there no other way?"


    The old man in black robe pondered for a moment and said, "I have something, which is a relic of the Great Wilderness lineage, called the ''Shenwuzhang'', which can cover up the traces of spiritual consciousness and avoid evil ghosts."


    "but…"


    The old man in black robe looked into the distance, "But this temple is too big, evil things are like clouds, and the path is too long. This ''Shenwu Cup'' alone may not be able to survive."


    Mr. Xuan said, "Why not, light another personal light?"


    The black-robed ancestor thought for a moment and nodded: "I have to do this."


    Mr. Xuan ordered Mr. Hui to take out his golden hoop.


    The old man in black robe shook a few times, and a cold evil force injected into Shen Qingsheng''s meridians, stimulating him to wake him up, and then put the golden hoop on Shen Qingsheng''s head.


    The familiar feeling came back, Shen Qingsheng''s face turned pale in an instant, and he said in horror: "No, I will die..."


    The old man in black robe used his blood-colored spiritual power to seal Shen Qingsheng''s mouth and nose, preventing him from shouting.


    Then he silently recited a mysterious and ancient wilderness speech, igniting the divine mist cup.


    A light lit up and the mist filled the crowd, covering it, covering up the breath of everyone.


    The ink painting sensed the fog around her, and after thinking for a while, she understood in her heart.


    In this divine fog cup, a divine fog formation is engraved. After activation, fog can be transformed into confusing the perception of divine thoughts.


    Yin and evil ghosts are also "divine thoughts", so they will naturally be confused by this divine mist cup.


    Mo Hua was a little surprised.


    This divine mist cup can actually blend with the divine mist array. Its ingenious craftsmanship may also be used in the ancient artifacts of the Great Wilderness lineage.


    The inheritance of the Great Wilderness is really extraordinary.


    Under the cover of the divine mist, everyone walked between the temple.


    Around me are the infused bronze men, and above my head is as dark as clouds, and I am safe and sound.


    But as we walked, some obviously more powerful ghosts noticed the abnormality and looked into the fog of the divine mist.


    The old man in black robe glanced at Mr. Xuan.


    Mr. Xuan understood and immediately imitated Mr. Hui and lit the "human lamp" above Shen Qingsheng''s head.


    Shen Qingsheng''s sea of ??consciousness began to be burned little by little again.


    His divine thoughts turned into smoke and spread into the sky, attracting these ghosts to the side.


    Mr. Xuan and others breathed a sigh of relief.


    In this way, everyone kept moving forward under the cover of the divine fog and the lights.


    Shen Qingsheng was regarded as a "candle" and burned all the way.


    But Shen Qingsheng''s spiritual sense is not strong after all. He clicked it once before, and this time he clicked it again, and it has gradually dried up.


    Shen Qingsheng''s head seemed to have been stabbed by a thousand needles.


    Not long after, he rolled his eyes and fainted.


    Mr. Xuan tried his breath, flipped his eyelids again, shook his head and said, "It''s almost drained. If you click on it, I''m afraid the person will be gone."


    It is useful to keep Shen Qingsheng, and the old man in black robe doesn''t want him to die now.


    As soon as the light goes out, the yin energy becomes heavier.


    It seems that there is no bait and there are powerful ghosts to peek at their mist.


    The old man in black robe said, "Switch people."


    Mr. Xuan nodded.


    So, this golden hoop lamp was brought to Master Hui Er''s head.


    Mr. Hui has always used others to "light the lights" throughout his life. I''m afraid he didn''t expect that one day, his head would be taken by someone.


    The human lamp ignited again, and the smoke of spiritual consciousness rose up.


    Master Hui Er is a golden elixir, and his spiritual sense is stronger than Shen Qingsheng.


    But what is surprising is that his spiritual smoke is even more complicated than Chen Qingsheng, as if he is too old, his mind is complicated and his greed is too heavy.


    In addition, he was bitten by a corpse, and his divine thoughts were already dirty.


    Therefore, not all ghosts are willing to eat the smoke from his divine thoughts, and the effect will naturally be worse.


    Although it is a little worse, he is a golden elixir after all, so he is more resistant to "burning".


    Only after walking a long way did he show signs of his spiritual consciousness being exhausted.


    "Switch again." said the old man in black robe.


    So the lamp was replaced by a stone.


    Shi Tou''s divine thoughts are much better than Master Hui Er. His mind seems to be not as complicated as Master Hui Er, and his greed is not that heavy.


    But he is a physical cultivation, a little stupid and doesn''t like to use his brain.


    Therefore, the smell of the magical smoke burned is a bit bland.


    However, with the protection of the divine fog, the quality of the human lamp does not have that much impact, as long as it can be lit.


    In this way, everyone continued to cross the Golden Dojo and walked forward.


    I don’t know how long I have been walking, but the towering hall of gods in the distance is already visible to the naked eye. The imperial tomb of the Great Wilderness seems to be in front of me.


    But at this moment, the stone''s spiritual consciousness was almost burning out and the human lamp was about to go out.


    It is still a short journey to leave the dojo.


    Chen Qingsheng, Hui Erye, and Shi Tou were all lit by the lamp, and the only one left was ink painting.


    These demon cultivators naturally would not use their own divine thoughts to light the lamp.


    But ink painting...


    Prince Xuan was somewhat hesitant. He kept ink paintings, which was of great use. He really used him to light the lamp, but he was a little reluctant to let it go.


    If you ruin your mind a little bit, you will lose a good slave.


    The old man in black robe was also a little hesitant.


    But as the lights are about to run out, there seems to be no other choice.


    "Come on." said the old man in black robe.


    "Yeah."


    Young Master Xuan thought for a moment, nodded, then took off the golden hoop from the top of the stone, and turned to Mo Hua''s head.


    Mo Hua wanted to resist, but she didn’t dare to move.


    After all, he is now an "puppet" of the demon of the Taoist heart, and he cannot have independent consciousness.


    Moreover, there are all golden elixir demon cultivators around, each one is stronger than the other.


    "Let''s just light the light..."


    At most, you''ll be able to get some spiritual sense, so it shouldn''t be a big deal.


    Besides, he had long been accustomed to the loss, damage, and even exhaustion of spiritual consciousness. It would be fine if he could draw some spiritual consciousness.


    Mo Hua stood motionless, still moving, and Mr. Xuan clasped the golden hoop of the human lamp on his forehead.


    Afterwards, Mr. Xuan began to light the lights.


    The lights were on for a while, but there was no reaction at all.


    "What''s going on?" Mr. Xuan was stunned.


    The old man in black robe also frowned.


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, not very clear, so he looked inward and perceived it for a while before he slowly understood.


    His divine thoughts and skills were integrated into the Tao, and they were like copper pouring gold casting, and the human lamp could not be "pulled".


    If you can''t pull your spiritual sense, you will naturally not light the lamp.


    The old man in black robe and Mr. Xuan looked at him. There was no way, and the ink painting could only "release the water".


    He took the initiative to release part of his spiritual consciousness and fed it to the human lamp for the human lamp to burn.


    The human lamp slowly burned.


    "Okay..."


    Prince Xuan nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.


    But the next moment, he was stunned again.