Chapter 967 There is a wrongful cause


    Strong, gloomy, fierce evil thoughts came.


    For a moment, the sky was spinning, and the colors in all directions changed, and the vision of the spiritual consciousness began to distort, deformed, and dimly pale, as if it was trapped in a gloomy abyss, which was suffocating.


    Under such a huge evil thought, everyone''s souls were trembling. Even the peak of the golden elixir could not hold on. One by one, one by one, the eyes were lost, the seal hall turned black, and slowly fell to the ground.


    Ink painting lasts the longest, but it is also very difficult.


    It seems that there is an evil force of thought that constantly distorts the space of his sea of ??consciousness and pulls his spiritual consciousness out of his self.


    Seeing Elder Xun and the others slumping to the ground one by one, Mo Hua could not hold on in the end.


    He gave up his resistance and allowed the evil power to incarnate his divine thoughts from the sea of ??consciousness and bring them into another unknowable realm.


    The surrounding scenery is like the complexity of people.


    There are colorful and bizarre.


    Full of emotions such as splitting, coldness, resentment, deformity and so on.


    The world is twisted, broken, blurred, and then rebuilt.


    When Mo Hua opened her eyes again, she found herself in an illusory nightmare world.


    There is still a huge temple around.


    This temple is similar to the temple he had just seen in his present world.


    There are magnificent everywhere, the pavilions and solemn pavilions, but they are filled with strong, gloomy and dark evil spirits.


    Dirty black water, soaked in golden pavilions.


    The rotten flesh produced by evil thoughts hangs on the eaves.


    Between the walls, there are deformed and ugly eyes, full of despair, peeping at something.


    There are ghosts in the sky, like dark clouds flying by.


    Seeing such a scene around me, Mo Hua took a slight breath, then his eyes were slightly slight and his mind turned:


    "The body of the second elder was destroyed, the witchcraft was broken, the dragon lock was shattered, and the evil fetus must have woken up..."


    "Its evil thoughts were too strong. In just a moment, it filled the temple, twisted the world, and absorbed all the spiritual consciousness into its nightmare."


    "Nightmare is a world of evil fetus. Evil fetus will not die, and nightmare will not be broken."


    "Everyone is trapped in this nightmare, and the only ending is to be swallowed by the evil fetus one by one, becoming the nourishment for the nightmare..."


    "In other words, this is a killing game that will surely be killed..."


    "Is this the purpose of that pale and weird human being?"


    "It wants to kill everyone and let everyone die in this nightmare..."


    Mo Hua raised her head and looked at the temple filled with the power of the evil gods, holy and solemn, but corrupt, dirty and depraved, with a gradually solemn expression.


    This is the largest and most truly evil nightmare he has seen so far.


    The evil thoughts that permeate the nightmare are so strong that they are as real.


    Mo Hua frowned.


    "The evil fetus at the peak of the third grade..."


    Even though he had strong spiritual consciousness and transformed his divine thoughts and practiced the sword-killing style of Taixu Sect, he didn''t know **** such a terrifying existence.


    Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a moment, and sighed slightly.


    "First find Elder Xun, Master Gu and others..."


    Elder Xun and the others must have been ingested in this evil fetal nightmare, and now they don’t know where they are.


    Although they are golden elixirs, they do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness and do not practice the methods of spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness of the original self is exposed to such a dangerous nightmare of evil fetus, which is extremely dangerous.


    Once in danger, life and death will be unpredictable.


    Elder Xun and his team were involved in this evil fetal incident in order to save themselves.


    In terms of emotion and reason, ink paintings must ensure their safety.


    As for the evil fetus at the peak of the third grade, let’s take one step at a time…


    Mo Hua observed the nightmare, estimated the direction, and began to walk along the steps in front of him step by step towards the depths of the temple.


    Fortunately, the virtual realm of divine thoughts is based on the realm of matter.


    There will be differences between the two, but the overall difference is not big.


    The road to the final temple has been passed by ink painting in this world. Now that I walk it again, I probably know the direction.


    The golden steps are stained with black blood.


    The ink painting restrained its breath, concealed its spiritual thoughts, and hid its golden spirit, just like an ordinary child, stepping on these steps, moving up step by step.


    The demons and ghosts around them are strange in shape, flying in the sky and hiding in the earth, and the crazy demons dance.


    But none of them can see through his miracles.


    In this way, the ink painting kept moving forward and reached a golden temple.


    This temple is exactly the same as the temple outside, but the only difference is that the temple is no longer a bronze man, but is bound by a bronze man, one after another.


    These unjust souls were trapped in the bronze man and worshipped towards the temple in the distance.


    They are struggling, wailing, and crying.


    The pain and despair in their bodies turned into nutrients and flowed into the depths of the temple.


    He was a slave during his lifetime and was exploited by others.


    After death, he becomes an unjust soul, and he will be exploited with the power of pain and despair to offer to the evil fetus.


    This is the logic of the operation of the temple.


    It is also the truth about Gushan.


    A hint of compassion was revealed in the eyes of the ink painting.


    Suddenly, a miserable scream sounded. Mo Hua looked in the sound and saw several lonely ghosts who broke free from the **** of the bronze man in the distance, their eyes were red and saliva flowing, like wild dogs, gnawing and tearing a person.


    This man is a young man with a fair face and a weak aura, which is Chen Qingsheng.


    At this time, Chen Qingsheng was panicked and swung the long sword in his hand to drive away the lonely soul that was biting him.


    This long sword is his natal magic weapon embryo, which has been kept warm for many years. Therefore, it can also be manifested in nightmare, but its power is not very strong. At least it is very difficult to deal with ordinary ghosts.


    "The ghost who broke free from the **** of the bronze man is biting Chen to celebrate his birthday..."


    Mo Hua looked around and felt a little clear in her heart.


    Chen Qingsheng is Chen Shouxing''s son.


    Chen Shouxing is the culprit for killing more than 100,000 casual cultivators in Gushan.


    There is **** cause and effect here.


    Therefore, Chen Qingsheng was taken into a nightmare and fell near this temple, which immediately made the ghosts around him angry and crazy.


    They desperately broke free from the shackles of the bronze man and demanded their lives from Chen Qingsheng.


    I want to swallow him alive and let him lose his soul.


    Good and evil will be rewarded, but cause and effect will be determined.


    Mo Hua didn''t want to care much, so she wanted to leave like this, but when she turned around, she was stunned. After thinking for a while, she still took action to save Chen Qingsheng.


    He released a trace of pressure and drove away the wronged souls.


    And with divine thoughts, he condensed the array patterns and sealed these unjust souls again among the bronze man.


    The wronged soul dissipated, and Chen Qingsheng was still in shock. He waved a long sword in his hand and shouted: "Get out, you lowly people, you short-lived poor people, don''t touch me, get out..."


    A moment later, Chen Qingsheng realized that the wronged soul had disappeared, his face was confused, and he didn''t know what was going on, and then he was ecstatic.


    "It must be the blessing of the ancestors of the Shen family..." Chen Qingsheng''s face was pale and murmured, "This ghost place cannot be kept..." He was about to run away when he turned around and saw another person in front of him.


    "Children?"


    Chen Qingsheng looked surprised. When he saw his face clearly, his pupils trembled, "Are you...Mo Hua?!"


    Mo Hua said lightly "Oh".


    "Why...you look like this?" Chen Qingsheng was a little unbelievable.


    "This is a dream, dreams are amorphous."


    Mo Hua is too lazy to explain so much, so she just said simply.


    Chen Qingsheng''s eyes were too long and he stared at the ink painting.


    From the surface, Ink Painting is just an ordinary child without the power to tie a chicken.


    He has degenerated?


    Do you want to kill him at this time?


    Chen Qingsheng thought silently in his heart.


    There are many hatreds between him and ink painting, and even Gushan’s unlucky things are ultimately caused by ink painting.


    If it weren''t for Mo Hua, I wouldn''t have come to Gushan at all. Naturally, I wouldn''t have been caught by those **** tomb robbers, and I wouldn''t have been taken to this tomb to suffer and suffer such humiliation and persecution.


    The source of all this is in ink painting.


    He wished Mo Hua could die.


    "I killed him in my dream, I wonder if he would die directly in reality..." Chen Qingsheng looked at the "young" ink painting with a gloomy look.


    But he hesitated a little.


    The scene of Mo Hua killing Mr. Pi is still vivid in my mind.


    He has never taken advantage of Mo Hua''s hands.


    At this time, in my dream, although Mo Hua looked weak, she felt a sense of incomprehensible calmness on her body.


    Chen Qingsheng was not sure whether he should do it.


    But Mo Hua looked at him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked, "How much do you know about the Shen family?"


    There are injustices, but there are masters of debts.


    He no longer paid attention to Chen Qingsheng, but walked straight to the temple covered with bronze men and evil souls.


    Chen Qingsheng said in surprise: "Where are you going?" "Deep in the temple."


    "Where can you go out?"


    "It''s possible."


    "Chen Qingsheng was unclear, but Mo Hua has always been smart and cunning. Even if the way he took was not a way out, it was at least a way out.


    Here are the unjust souls that choose people to be eaten everywhere.


    Chen Qingsheng didn''t want to stay here, so he followed Mo Hua and walked forward.


    Mo Hua took a few steps and looked back at him, "You want to follow me?"


    Chen Qingsheng sneered, "The road is here, if you can walk, I can''t walk?"


    Chen Hua looked at him silently and nodded, "Okay, you can follow me."


    Chen Qingsheng pointed his finger, and the shallow golden light appeared in a series of divine fog patterns, part of which was engraved on Chen Qingsheng and part of it was painted on himself.


    "This is a formation used to hide the breath." Mo Hua said, "Don''t break it. Once the formation is broken, the breath will be leaked and ghosts will be plagued by ghosts. No one can save you." Chen Qingsheng looked at the golden formation patterns on his body and was shocked: "This little ghost named Mo Hua can draw formations in his dreams? Fortunately, I didn''t do it rashly just now..."


    "Okay." Chen Qingsheng nodded.


    Ink painting continues to walk deep into the temple.


    He had searched outside, but there was no trace of Elder Xunziyou, Master Gu and Fan Diansi. In this way, they should be deeper in the temple.


    That is exactly where the evil fetus is.


    "I hope Elder Xun and others are safe..." Mo Hua said silently in his heart.


    So Mo Hua walked in front, Chen Qingsheng followed behind him, and the two walked step by step through the golden bronze dojo and towards the temple deeper.


    Along the way, golden bronze men were everywhere.


    Above the bronze man, the wronged souls, who were bound, sealed, and squeezed with pain and despair, were struggling with sorrow.


    They seemed to have faintly sensed the cause and effect of being surrounded by hatred and were walking past them.


    But because of the divine mist array of ink paintings, they cannot sense the breath of Chen Qingsheng, so they can only roar and roar wildly.


    The deep hatred as deep as blood was suppressed.


    Amazing anger is brewing.


    Chen Qingsheng felt more and more uneasy as he walked away. Seeing that the bronze men around him were ugly and the evil soul was ferocious, he couldn''t help but curse: "These things are ugly and cheap. I really don''t know what to do when I stand here..."


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but stop, slowly turned her head, and looked at Chen Qingsheng with a slightly cold look, "This is all, your Shen family''s ''masterpiece''..."


    "I don''t know what you are talking about... what is my Shen family''s masterpiece?" Chen Qingsheng''s face was a little uncomfortable.


    "Your father just now, he said it all in person." Mo Hua said.


    Chen Qingsheng was stunned, "What did my father say?"


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly condensed, and then he remembered that when Chen Shouxing told the Shen family''s scandal, Chen Qingsheng seemed to have been "a demon of Taoist heart". He was confused and heard nothing.


    It seems that he doesn''t know what his father did back then.


    Mo Hua didn''t say anything, but continued to move forward.


    Under the protection of the divine fog array, the two walked for a while, getting closer and closer to the exit of the dojo, and the dragon-headed gate of the Great Wilderness Temple also appeared and floated in the distance.


    But the yin energy around it became stronger and stronger.


    It seems that because Chen Qingsheng is about to leave this temple safely, these unjust souls sensed their century-old resentment, deep blood hatred, and the **** cause and effect will never be settled, so they all became angry and roared with hatred.


    They are desperately breaking free from the **** of the bronze man, and even if the mind body on their bodies is broken by the shackles of the bronze man and their limbs are torn, they will not give up.


    The entire temple began to shake, and the resentment of the wronged souls was like a tide, surging.


    Finally, with the sound of breaking.


    A wronged soul tore off the bronze man, but it was squeezed in the waist, leaving only half of its body. Despite this, it was still ferocious and rushed towards Mo Hua and the others.


    This is the first one, then the second one, the third one… ???????The sound of breaking the bronze man is coming one after another.


    More and more unjust souls broke free from their shackles and gathered together whistling like a tide.


    But there is a divine mist array of ink paintings that covers them, and they cannot find the position of their "enemy", so they can only be angry and furious.


    The dark clouds are covered with the sky and the earth.


    Pulled by cause and effect, there is a larger third-grade evil ghost with fangs and a ferocious face slowly emerging between the black clouds.


    The perception of the third-grade evil ghost is much stronger than that of ordinary unjust souls, so it can vaguely see two figures hidden under the divine fog array.


    The fear of life and death enveloped my heart, and Chen Qingsheng was frightened and terrified.


    "Run!" Chen Qingsheng said in a trembling voice, and then ran wildly.


    Mo Hua followed him.


    The unjust souls in the sky sensed a slight fluctuation of the breath and began to slowly sweep towards them.


    But it was still too late.


    In less than a stick of incense, Chen Qingsheng had already run out of the dojo, stepped onto the steps of the temple, and left the scope of the wronged soul''s life-seeking.


    Chen Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Mo Hua. When he saw this, his expression changed drastically and said in horror: "Mo Hua, behind!"


    Mo Hua was stunned and turned to look, but before he could see anything, a piece of sword tip appeared in his chest.


    A long sword pierced the divine mist array pattern on his body and also penetrated his chest.


    Mo Hua slowly turned her head and looked at Chen Qingsheng.


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    The huge evil spirit also appeared.


    The chest of the ink painting was penetrated by a long sword.


    Chen Qingsheng pushed the ink painting suddenly, pushed it into the temple, and pushed it to the center where the wronged souls were raging and the yin air was dense.


    "Since you care about these poor people who died in Gushan, then use yourself to feed them..." Chen Qingsheng said with a grim smile.


    The sacred mist array of ink painting was broken, the breath was exposed, and the chest was penetrated by a long sword, and it was impossible to escape.


    The thin body was caught up by thousands of vicious souls and surrounded little by little.


    The huge and terrifying evil ghost also came behind Mo Hua and opened his **** mouth.


    The smile on Chen Qingsheng''s face became more and more proud.


    But in just a moment, the smile on his face cooled down a little bit, and replaced by incredible horror.


    In his eyes, the evil souls in the sky were roaring around the ink painting, like a tsunami that almost swallowed everything.


    But none of them dared to really get close to ink paintings.


    Even the huge evil ghost opened his **** mouth towards Mo Hua, and I wondered if he noticed something, but fear also appeared in his ugly eyes and retreated little by little.


    Ghosts and monsters danced around, covering the sky and the earth.


    The small figure stood firmly, and all ghosts were invaded.


    It seems to be a little king of **** who suppresses the underworld.


    The huge chill spread from the bottom of my heart bit by bit. Chen Qingsheng''s pupils slowly dilated, and he struggled to turn around and ran away.


    But a golden light flashed by.


    A golden sword broke through the air, piercing Chen Qingsheng''s thigh, nailing him firmly to the ground.


    Chen Qingsheng struggled a few times, and the more he struggled, the more painful he felt. He quickly turned his head.


    Mo Hua looked calm and pulled out the long sword that Chen Qingsheng had plotted against him from his chest, and gently pinched his fingers and pinched them into powder.


    "Your heart of Tao has rotted..." Chen Qingsheng looked frightened.


    Ink painting stretched out her white palm and grabbed it in the void.


    The light blue water light with a trace of blood-colored evil spirit appeared. The suffocating water prison technique condensed, tightly **** Chen Qingsheng, and then dragged it into the temple little by little, dragging it into the mouth of thousands of unjust souls.


    "Your father''s account is paid first..."


    In the lonely mountain, thousands of souls who died tragically were suffocated, and then they roared and screamed, the wind was pouring back, and they were excited and crazy.


    (This chapter ends)