Chapter 968 The innocent child


    Chen Qingsheng was both jealous and struggled and said, "No, don''t kill me!"


    “I am the direct descendant of the Shen family, you can''t kill me!"


    “If you kill me, my father will kill you, and the Shen family will not let you go..."


    Mo Hua suddenly stopped.


    Chen Qingsheng was stunned, and then screamed, "You know if you are afraid, hurry up, let me go!"


    Mo Hua slowly approached Chen Qingsheng, stretched out her palm, and placed it on Shen Qingsheng''s head.


    Chen Qingsheng was inexplicably frightened, and then he felt a warmth like light, and the extremely pure mind power flowed into his body little by little, nourishing his divine thoughts, just like the blessing of a "god", making him feel that he was unprecedentedly powerful.


    Chen Qingsheng was happy, and then confused, "You...what are you doing?"


    Mo Hua said gently, "You are too thin to eat enough for them."


    "I will fatten you and keep them stronger so that they can eat more and eat more full."


    "Feat up? !


    Chen Qingsheng was frightened and his eyes were about to pop out, and he roared, "Mo Hua! You evil ghost! Are you still a human?"


    Mo Hua smiled slightly, "I am kind, let you taste the taste of being eaten by people, sucking blood, and sucking bones and marrow..."


    This smile is innocent and profound, sacred and weird.


    Chen Qingsheng looked shocked, and then he realized that he had no idea who this disciple of the Taixu Sect, who looked simple, was.


    Ink painting injected his mind power into Chen Qingsheng. Seeing him become "fat" and "strong" little by little, he felt that it was almost done, so he used his mind power to condense into a rope, throwing Chen Qingsheng into the sky like flying a kite.


    It''s like throwing a piece of meat at groups of hungry wolves.


    One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.


    For a moment, thousands of unjust ghosts rushed towards Chen Qingsheng, biting his divine thoughts and sucking his divine soul.


    The Shen family caused their family to be destroyed, their flesh and blood separated, and they died in the dark underground, enslaved by evil fetus, and never saw the light of day.


    These people wanted to eat the Shen family''s meat and drink the Shen family''s blood before their lifetime.


    Now after death, I finally got the soul of the Shen family.


    They tasted the sweetness of revenge.


    What''s more, this is Chen Shouxing''s only son.


    The resentment that had been accumulated for a long time was finally released, and the cause and effect that was soaked in blood was also eliminated.


    The evil spirit and evil spirit who devoured Chen Qingsheng''s divine thoughts also faded little by little.


    The evil spirit of the entire temple is also a little weaker.


    And these enslaved unjust souls are the nutrients of the evil fetus.


    Their injustice has been relieved.


    The pressure brought by the evil fetus to ink painting has also been greatly reduced.


    In the dark, Mo Hua felt a little gloomy "gratitude", as if he had settled his grudges for these evil spirits and accumulated some kind-hearted "cause and effect".


    Or is this more like a kind of "merit"?


    Ink painting was slightly stunned.


    He doesn''t know much about merit, nor does he care too much about it...


    Abide by the laws of heaven in everything, follow the laws of heaven, and do not forget his original intention, and do not have to deliberately seek merit.


    Mo Hua turned around and left.


    Chen Qingsheng was hung in the sky like a "kite", bitten by thousands of ghosts, swallowing the soul and sucking the marrow. He finally realized the pain of being squeezed, sucking blood, and sucking the bones and sucking the marrow. He felt the long pain and despair like a dull knife cutting flesh.


    Only death is welcomed.


    Chen Qingsheng looked at the ink painting away and roared angrily:


    ?


    But if you become a ghost, then you will know how terrifying I am...


    Chen Qingsheng was swallowed by the wronged soul and the karma was being dissolved bit by bit.


    Mo Hua turned around and left, continuing to walk deep into the temple.


    After walking for a while, a sudden wave of divine thoughts came from a distance. Mo Hua followed the movement and saw that Master Gu and Fan Jin, one with a sword and the other swung a hammer, were fighting hard with a group of evil ghosts.


    They are Jindan cultivators and have the spiritual consciousness of the Jindan realm.


    But they are not formation masters, their spiritual consciousness lacks training, and they do not know the magical consciousness method, so they can only rely on their own spiritual consciousness foundation and fight with a group of evil ghosts by instinct.


    At most, you can manifest your natal magic weapon as a weapon.


    But in this way, the killing ability is too weak and there is no fatal damage to evil ghosts.


    On the contrary, a group of evil ghosts were around. As long as they grasped the flaws, they rushed up and took a bite, and ate a piece of divine thoughts and flesh.


    Master Gu and his two miserable people, their spiritual thoughts are getting weaker little by little, and they are gradually approaching their limit.


    "Damn... I won''t tell you this, I''ll just be a broken card until I die..." Fan Jin was unwilling to accept it and used a sledgehammer to hit a wandering soul desperately.


    The wandering soul was smashed and then twisted a few times, and returned to its original state.


    Fan Jin''s scalp was numb, "What the **** are these guys..."


    Master Gu used his long sword to split an evil ghost in half, and then he saw that the evil ghost merged together again, and a trace of despair in his heart.


    This is the first time that the two of them have encountered such a ghost at the level of divine consciousness in person.


    This strange existence is extraordinary.


    And deeper, I don’t know how many such evil spirits are.


    According to the current situation, not only can''t save Mr. Xiao Mo, but they are probably doomed.


    "The world of cultivation is really unpredictable, and murderous intentions are everywhere..."


    The evil ghosts are still constantly biting and sieging and killing.


    Their hearts were getting colder.


    Just when they were almost desperate, the evil ghosts around them suddenly roared and turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.


    Master Gu and the other were stunned and looked at each other, not knowing what happened, and then they were blessed with the joy of surviving the disaster.


    But the next moment, the two of them were shocked at the same time and suddenly realized something.


    The evil ghosts greedy for their flesh and blood, and it is impossible for them to suddenly retreat.


    If you retreat, it means that these evil ghosts have encountered something even more terrifying.


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    "Master Gu, Fan Diansi, I found you."


    Master Gu and Fan Diansi were stunned for a long time before slowly reacting, "...Little Young Master Mo?"


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    "How come you...how did you look like this?" Fan Diansi stuttered.


    Mo Hua sighed slightly, "It''s a long story..."


    Everyone asked him this time when he saw him, but he was too lazy to answer.


    The truth cannot be told.


    He could never say that he had practiced the "Tianyan Jue" and his divine thoughts changed, so he would never grow up...


    Master Gu and Fan Diansi were also very sensible and did not ask again.


    "Young Master Xiao Mo, do you know, where is this..." Master Gu asked.


    He was still confused about the current situation.


    Mo Hua said concisely: "This is a dream, or rather, a nightmare. Gushan sealed a powerful evil thing. This evil thing woke up, so we were all dragged into this nightmare." Master Gu nodded as if he understood it.


    "Then we are now?"


    "Let''s find Elder Xun first." Mo Hua said.


    "Okay." Master Gu and Fan Diansi nodded.


    They have gradually gotten used to it, and only the head of the ink painting is right.


    On the outside, although ink painting is powerful, at least it is not obvious from the outside.


    But in this dream, the ink painting seemed to have become smaller, but the whole body revealed an incredible and powerful aura, which forced Master Gu and the others to convince themselves.


    So, Mo Hua took Master Gu and the others to continue walking towards the depths of the temple.


    He could vaguely sense another fluctuation in the temple. After walking for a while, he found Elder Xunziyou not far away.


    Elder Xunziyou’s situation is not very good either.


    What he faced was a huge ghost with deformed limbs, tangled with resentment, and a ferocious look.


    Such evil spirits are not something that ordinary golden elixirs can deal with.


    Xun Ziyou was born in Taixu Sect and was an elder of the sword Taoist sect. He was proficient in sword intent. Although he did not learn the orthodox Taixu Divine Thoughts and Sword Transformation True Art, he could still compete with these third-grade evil spirits with the pure Taixu sword intent of his lineage.


    But he was obviously at a disadvantage, and the situation was getting worse and worse.


    The third-grade evil ghost was swaying his teeth and claws, becoming more and more rampant and rampant.


    Xunziyou gritted his teeth and persevered, but he couldn''t hold on for too long.


    At this moment, Mo Hua and others came over. Xun Ziyou also saw Mo Hua and the others at the first time. He immediately trembled and said nervously: "Don''t come over, run!" He was afraid that if he was not an opponent and died at the hands of this evil ghost, Mo Hua and the others would be doomed.


    At this moment, he could only find a way to try his best to hold this evil ghost and give Mo Hua and the others a chance to escape.


    But after Xun Ziyou said this, Mo Hua and the others had not moved yet, but the evil ghost trembled all over, his limbs on the ground and his tail was clamped, and he ran away desperately.


    Xun Ziyou was stunned for a while and didn''t understand the situation.


    He asked Mo Hua and the others to run away quickly.


    But what is this evil ghost...what does it run? Just like seeing a "ghost"... Mo Hua had already walked over and asked, "Elder Xun, are you okay?"


    Xun Ziyou, who had experienced hard battles, then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "It''s okay."


    No matter what, just run away.


    He had already vaguely guessed that he might have been trapped in a nightmare. Since it was a dream, it was always a bit abnormal.


    Fortunately, it finally left.


    This is a third-grade golden elixir realm. If it does not leave, the next situation will be unpredictable.


    Xun Ziyou turned his head and stared at Mo Hua left and right. After looking at him for a long time, he felt that it was novel, weird and cute. He couldn''t help but ask:


    Mo Huaben wanted to give a reason casually, but he soon realized that Elder Xun was not an ordinary person. He was an elder of Taixu Sect and an old acquaintance. If he passed on the matter that his divine consciousness could not grow up back to Taixu Sect, he would lose face.


    "This is a kind of cultivation of the mind." Mo Hua said seriously.


    "Cultivation of the mind and nature?" Xun Ziyou frowned.


    Mo Hua nodded and said seriously: "Those who practice Taoism do not lose their innocent heart. That''s why my spiritual thoughts are like this."


    "Those who practice Taoism do not lose their... innocent heart..."


    Xun Ziyou said it again, her pupils trembled, and suddenly remembered the verses of the ancestors of Taixu Sect, and her heart was surging.


    He looked at Mo Hua deeply and nodded.


    Mo Hua felt that Elder Xun''s reaction was a bit strange, but he didn''t think much about it for the time being.


    After all, you are in the temple of evil fetus and should not stay for a long time.


    "Since this is a dream, how can I wake up?" Fan Jin asked.


    Xunzi thought for a while but had no idea. Although he was an elder of the Taixu Sect, he focused on the sword path and knew very little about the changes in his divine thoughts.


    This is what Xun Zixian is interested in.


    Xun Ziyou couldn''t help but turn his head and look at the ink painting.


    He knew that ink painting had outstanding achievements in spiritual consciousness and had cognition that ordinary people could not reach.


    Mo Hua thought about it and said truthfully:


    The evil spirits outside are so difficult to deal with, let alone how terrible the existence deep in this temple is.


    But now, there is no choice.


    Xunziyou wanted to set off, but Mo Hua shook his head and said, "You can''t go, I''ll go."


    Xunziyou was stunned.


    Master Gu and Fan Jin also looked at each other, a little confused.


    In this case, Mo Hua did not care about modesty, but said confidently: "If I go in, there will be a glimmer of hope. If you go in, you will definitely die."


    The kindness of a drop of water will be repaid with a spring of water.


    Elder Xunziyou has always taken good care of himself.


    Master Gu and Fan Diansi also helped themselves a lot.


    He didn''t want Elder Xun and his friends to die gloriously and die in this nightmare.


    If you are powerless, it would be fine. Since you have this power, it is even more impossible for the people around you to make mistakes.


    The person who should be killed must die;


    The person who should be saved cannot be lost.


    If not, what kind of Tao can you practice and what kind of power can you seek to achieve the great power of heaven?


    Mo Hua''s eyes were firm, and her small body exuded great courage.


    Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua and felt silent for a moment. She sighed and agreed: "Okay, I''ll listen to you."


    Master Gu and Fan Jin wanted to say something, but when they saw that Elder Xun nodded, they could only swallow their words.


    Mo Hua nodded. Time was urgent, so he no longer explained anything, but turned around and walked to the deepest part of the temple alone.


    After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something, turned around, looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, and frowned.


    He felt that Elder Xun and his friends were a little unsafe to stay here, so he condensed his divine thoughts and drew some divine formations: "You stay in the formation, don''t come out."


    Xun Ziyou and the other two looked surprised and nodded silently.


    Mo Hua left with confidence.


    Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua''s departure back, lowered her head again, looked at the extremely exquisite golden formation on the ground, and couldn''t help but frowned.


    "What kind of formation is this..."


    ?


    No way... he built the foundation... Xunziyou was silent for a moment and sighed in his heart:


    "The ancestors of Taixu Sect have blessed me, and nothing can happen..."


    The deepest part of the temple.


    In front of the ink painting, a golden gate stands.


    Above the door, there are various gorgeous reliefs.


    But now, these reliefs are covered with evil, soaked in black blood, stained with rotten flesh, and exuding a gloomy atmosphere.


    After the door, there is the evil fetus.


    A heart-wrenching fluctuation came from behind the door.


    The ink painting looked slightly hesitant.


    The third-grade peak divine fetus is not on the same dimension as the ordinary evil spirit. To be honest, he is not very sure.


    But this is the only way out.


    If you want to break the nightmare, you must solve this evil fetus.


    Fortunately, when I was offering sacrifices to Chen Qing’s birthday, I cut off some cause and effect and relieved some resentment, thus weakening the foundation of the evil fetus to a certain extent.


    Without the pain, despair, and the causal offerings of old enemies, the evil fetus will be weaker.


    Although it may not be much weaker, this is also the ultimate in ink painting.


    The weaker you fight against the strong, the more you must do your best to accumulate every advantage and create a winning momentum bit by bit.


    Mo Hua took a breath slowly, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door of the temple.


    The door was pushed open little by little.


    The boundless dead energy, the bone-bone cold energy, and the gloomy evil energy were coming to the face like a tide.


    Ink painting breaks through these sinister auras and steps into the hall.


    The scenes inside the hall came into view one by one.


    The grand and luxurious but evil and outdated palace.


    A dragon coffin stained with dirty flesh and blood, has been opened.