Chapter 969 Shanjun


    Glorious and solemn, in the temple of gloomy and evil.


    There are thousands of changes of thoughts intertwined, and the strong spiritual thoughts are strangled, and the vibrations are heard one after another.


    Ink painting and the evil fetus are fighting hard.


    In the nervous killing game, Mo Hua seized the opportunity and condensed a fireball.


    The fireball roared out and hit the evil fetus, that is, the blackened and fallen "Huangshan Jun", and only a little spark exploded.


    Huang Shanjun waved a huge ferocious blood claw with his back hand. Mo Hua couldn''t avoid it, and a **** mouth was torn out of his arm.


    He was shocked and quickly activated the golden magic marrow to repair his injuries.


    And the attack from the evil fetus came again in a flash.


    A blood-colored halberd condensed by the wronged soul appeared out of thin air and was chopped off on his head.


    Ink painting activates the water step with all his strength, and he avoids it dangerously. Then he holds the hand in his hands and holds it in a low position, condenses the water stasis technique, and seven water stasis to tie the evil fetus firmly.


    As soon as the evil fetus raised its hand, the water prison broke one after another, dissipating into the light of water. As soon as he stepped on his legs, the black shadow flashed, and he approached Mo Hua''s side. With just a slap, he slapped Mo Hua away.


    Mo Hua felt severe pain in his bones. In the air, he forced his body to adjust his body style, stepped on the ground, and slid back for a long time before he stabilized his body.


    But the next moment, a blood flashed and the evil fetus''s killing move came again.


    Black blood was like a blade, stabbing into the heart of the ink painting.


    Mo Hua instinctively avoided the vital points, but her shoulder was still stabbed by a blood blade, rolling on the ground for several rounds, looking embarrassed.


    After taking the evil fetus, he approached the ink painting again.


    With its deformed claws, it condenses a dirty long halberd and stabs it at the ink painting.


    But in the next moment, the golden light suddenly rose.


    Dense array patterns appear.


    This is a formation that the ink painting secretly manifests.


    The golden light turned into a chain, locking the evil fetus tightly. The earth fire rushes around it, magma flows, and the explosion of divine thoughts comes one after another, burning the body of the evil fetus bit by bit.


    The evil fetus only pulled the chains condensed by the formation one by one, and walked through the sea of ??fire, as if walking in a hot spring without any harm.


    Mo Hua''s scalp was numb. Before she could think about it, a degenerate long halberd, with a yin energy, slashed in the waist.


    As soon as Mo Hua grasped his palm, the sword formation appeared and turned into a broken gold sword.


    The degenerate halberd is intersected with the sword of broken gold.


    The golden sword energy and the black and red evil energy are separated from each other and strangled each other. The remaining force directly shakes the ink painting away.


    Ink painting hurts the tiger''s mouth and blood is leaking.


    He continued to use his divine marrow to make up for his injuries, but found that part of his divine marrow was already contaminated by the black blood of the evil fetus.


    Mo Hua felt heartbroken.


    These wise minds were all accumulated little by little by little by little by little by little.


    Now, once it is polluted, it is ruined.


    The blood flashed, and the fishy wind blew on my face. Mo Hua knew from the feeling that the evil fetus was coming again.


    As soon as he looked up, he saw a blade with black blood and rotten flesh that pierced his head.


    The broken golden sword was broken, and Mo Hua grabbed it with his backhand and condensed a Tai''a Kaishan sword. The sword intent was as deep as a mountain, facing the evil fetus.


    For a moment, the evil **** and the demigod-level divine thoughts confronted each other head-on.


    The aura of degenerate and the aura of the golden **** intertwined and spread to the surroundings.


    In the sword light and sword shadows, Mo Hua fought with this evil fetus for nearly a hundred rounds.


    After his divine incarnation, his flesh and blood were exposed, and some even penetrated into his bone marrow.


    And this evil fetus, while the evil energy is stimulating, the body is still intact.


    The third-grade peak evil fetus, a dark and evil divine body, condensed as solid, like gold and iron armor, with water and fire magic invincible, and the divine mind is transformed into a sword without breaking.


    "This won''t work..." Mo Hua looked solemn.


    After that, he fought with the evil fetus for several rounds, and accidentally got swung away by the long halberd.


    Mo Hua just took advantage of the situation and retreated several feet apart, stretched the distance. After standing still, he held his hands high above his head, his eyes deep, and his sword intent climbed up.


    All the five elements sword formations and the Taixu sword laws flowed around him, gathered between his palms, forming the prototype of a giant sword...


    The ink painting had awe-inspiring murderous intent between his eyes.


    Spells cannot hurt you.


    The formation can''t trap you.


    The sword-transformed style cannot break your armor.


    I don’t believe that the Taixu True Art’s God-killing style can’t even cut your bones!


    Mo Hua held his hands with his hands, and the huge sword of killing the gods condensed little by little...


    But before he could manifest himself, a figure that was faster and as fast as lightning than before be moved closer to him.


    A dirty long halberd with black blood poked his face.


    “It’s too late!”


    Mo Hua''s face turned pale, and she could only grit her teeth and chop down the uncondensed God-Slaying Sword.


    The sword intent has not yet been condensed, and the half-step sword style of the God-Slaying Sword is bombarded with the Degenerate Squid filled with the power of the evil god.


    In an instant, the temple shook.


    The more terrifying divine fluctuations than before, spread out instantly like a hurricane. The whole nightmare was sweeping and the clouds were surging, and the unjust souls howled.


    Xun Ziyou and his men outside the hall changed drastically.


    They could sense the tremor between their souls.


    This is a force that is enough to destroy their souls.


    Even if it is just the power that is radiated, they feel irresistible.


    They could not imagine what a terrifying battle that happened in the hall at this time.


    Even Xun Ziyou, a senior elder of the Taixu Sect in the late stage of the Jindan period, felt a sense of terror.


    "Is this...ink painting?"


    "What the **** is he fighting against..."


    The movement is so terrible.


    Master Gu and Fan Diansi on the side were even pale and shocked and lost their minds.


    "Who is Xiao Gongzi... who is he..."


    "It should be... it''s a "person"..."


    …


    Deep in the hall.


    A dirty, black blood-stained halberd broke and was discarded on the ground.


    There is a look like Huangshanjun, wearing an evil demon armor and an evil fetus with deformed flesh and blood, standing there.


    A wound appeared on his shoulder, with flesh and blood squirming, evil qi sucking, and dirty blood dripping bit by bit.


    The evil fetus didn''t move, and seemed a little surprised.


    The ink painting on the side took advantage of this gap and gasped heavily.


    But before he could take a few breaths, the skin and flesh of the evil fetus had begun to be sutured, and the evil energy was revived bit by bit.


    The broken evil **** halberd reappeared in its hands again.


    Mo Hua gritted her teeth and took a breath.


    “Too strong…”


    The battle has gradually understood the Mo Hua.


    This evil fetus is an evil fetus that has failed. In other words, it is the "stillborn baby" of an evil god, with a stronger death aura than an ordinary evil god.


    It should be unconscious, with only the remaining instincts of devouring and killing.


    And its existence combines too many things.


    The origin of the evil god, the flesh and blood of demons, the pain of the tragic death of more than 100,000 mine cultivators in Gushan, despair, and the aura born under the oppression of despair.


    Chaos, deformity, mixed flesh and blood.


    The powerful, chaotic and deformed node that Mo Hua felt on the tree of divine power in the Great Wilderness now seems likely to be the evil fetus of this lonely mountain.


    And the strongest ingredient in this evil fetus is Huangshanjun.


    A third-grade peak god.


    After Huangshanjun was beheaded, the remaining huge divine bones seemed to fall into the hands of the evil gods and became the "medium" for him to hatch evil fetus and come to the world.


    Or, at the beginning, it was a conspiracy.


    It is a conspiracy against Huangshanjun.


    The Huangshan Lord of the past was too powerful, especially in the third-grade Gushan Realm, even the evil **** might not do anything to it.


    So the evil **** first thought of a way to make it degenerate, and then use a knife to kill people.


    The fallen Huangshan Jun is a hidden danger.


    The seniors of Taixu Sect naturally want to kill them.


    After a fierce battle, Huangshan Jun was killed by the senior of Taixu Sect and was seriously injured. He had only a trace of Qingming origin and escaped.


    But the body of the mountain **** who has become "evil" and has fallen into the nourishment for the evil fetus, has undergone various changes and has become part of the evil fetus.


    In a sense, everyone was plotted.


    This is the guess that Mo Hua has seen the true face of the evil fetus and has fought with him.


    The general context may be like this. As for the specific process and the details of the period, it is unknown.


    I''m afraid that only Mr. Huangshan, the senior of Taixu Sect, or the mastermind behind the evil **** - Mr. Tu, can know the truth.


    But the truth is, ink painting cannot be delved into it now.


    The biggest problem before us is that this evil fetus that failed, deformed and distorted, and had to sleep at the bottom of the lonely mountain.


    This evil fetus is really too strong.


    Mo Hua''s lips were tightly pursed, a little unwilling to accept it.


    The speed is faster than yourself, the move is crueler than yourself, the mind is stronger than yourself, the evil spirit is strange, the black blood can corrode the divine marrow, and the body is covered with magic armor, and the swords and swords are invincible.


    Even if you want to use the God-Slaying Sword, you will be interrupted by the evil fetus like a mad dog.


    There is no chance at all.


    Until now, ink painting has not taken advantage of at all.


    The only good news is that even if this evil fetus is at the peak of the third grade, the God-Slaying Sword can still cut off the armor and flesh of the evil fetus, causing a certain degree of damage to it.


    But it is hard to say whether it can be killed.


    The most important thing is that there is no such opportunity.


    This evil fetus is impossible to give yourself the opportunity to perform the complete God-Slaying Stage.


    And its realm is too high, and its own restriction methods, whether it is water prison technique or trapping array, are useless at all.


    “Run first?”


    Mo Hua thought about it and felt that it was the best way to go.


    Judging from the current situation, this evil fetus is based on the dragon coffin and should not be able to escape from the hall in front of you. "Try a while, then run, take a break, and then come back and fight?"


    Although this evil fetus is very strong, the ink painting itself is actually very "hard".


    Relying on the transformation of divine thoughts and some divine thoughts and sword techniques, you can also deal with this evil fetus for a while, so that you will not lose in a short time.


    Since that''s the case, I can only use it over and over again to seek a turning point...


    Mo Hua changed his mind quickly and thought about various ways to restrain the evil fetus, but in the blink of an eye, the evil fetus disappeared.


    Mo Hua suddenly had a warning in her heart and quickly retreated.


    But it was still one step late, and a huge and fierce claw, holding the fishy wind, directly tearing towards the ink painting.


    Several deep blood marks appeared on the back of the ink painting.


    The whole person was also suffocated, smashing against the wall of the temple like a small cannonball.


    With a roar, cracks were covered with cracks on the wall.


    Mo Hua gritted her teeth, and her whole body was in ache. She couldn''t help but curse, "Mr. Huangshan, I''ve recorded this account!"


    The root of the strong evil fetus is Huangshan Jun.


    If it weren''t for Huangshan Jun, why would he suffer these hardships?


    But no matter how much cursed it was, Mo Hua could only insist on getting up regardless of the injuries on her body.


    He knew that the next round of evil fetus''s offensive was coming again.


    This evil fetus will not give him much chance to breathe.


    Mo Hua endured the pain, held the golden sword in his hand, and waited for a long time, but after waiting for a while, the surroundings were calm and there was no evil fetus coming.


    Mo Hua was stunned. When he looked up, he saw the evil fetus standing not far away, motionless.


    At the same time, its body was churning with black blood, its demonic energy intertwined, and its whole body was trembling slightly, as if something was in conflict.


    There was also a golden light flashing on its face, and it was constantly dying.


    A familiar breath appeared and disappeared.


    The pupils of ink painting shrank.


    "Is this... Huang Shanjun''s consciousness?"


    "Can it be that it has not been completely contaminated?"


    The golden light on the evil fetus''s face was dim and the red light became more and more vivid.


    In a trance, Mo Hua finally caught a turn and shouted, "Shanjun, are you still alive?"


    “Mr. Huangshan!”


    This shout seemed to have really touched the evil fetus and awakened a trace of its hidden consciousness.


    The evil fetus''s face began to split, half black and red, half dark gold.


    The dark golden half of his face slowly opened his eyes, with a few traces of clearness, a few traces of evil spirit, and a strong majesty.


    "you…"


    It seemed that it hadn''t spoken for a long time, and its voice was low and torn.


    This is also the first time this evil fetus has spoken.


    "Who are you…"


    "Why... know... the name of my deity..."


    Sure enough!


    Mo Hua was delighted.


    The will of this mountain king has not been completely destroyed!


    Mo Hua felt a little unbelievable.


    After being polluted for so many years, he still has a trace of consciousness. How strong would Huangshan Jun be back then?


    However, now is not the time to sigh.


    Mo Hua seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and hurriedly said, "Mr. Shan, we are good friends!"


    The degenerate Huang Shanjun was silent for a moment, looking at the ink painting, his eyes full of doubts.


    He didn''t know the little boy in front of him at all.


    He is the **** of lonely Huangshan, and he is only one step away from breaking through the realm of the fourth-level true god. How could he become friends with such a little boy?


    Seeing that he looked suspicious, Mo Hua quickly said confidently: "It''s true!"


    What else did Huangshanjun want to say, but suddenly his head turned and cruel and cruel expressions appeared on his face. The hint of clarity also turned into hideousness.


    His consciousness disappeared again.


    The evil fetus looked at Mo Hua with his **** eyes, held the degenerated long halberd in his hand, and rushed towards Mo Hua again.


    Mo Hua had to hold a golden sword in his hand and fight with the evil fetus, but at the same time, he gradually had a thought in his heart.


    "I found an opportunity!"


    Everything has its own contradictions.


    From the outside, no matter how strong an enemy is, there must be contradictions inside.


    Contradictions are flaws.


    By grasping the flaws, you can defeat the strong with the weak and kill the strong enemies.


    And if this powerful evil fetus at the peak of the third grade is Chengyeshan Jun. If he wants to lose, he will definitely be defeated by Huangshan Jun.


    Huangshanjun is the only opportunity.


    Mo Hua was so energetic that he fought with the evil fetus regardless of the pain. Although he definitely couldn''t win, he also seized every opportunity and consumed the evil fetus little by little.


    Sure enough, after a moment, the aura of the evil fetus weakened and a dim golden light appeared slightly.


    Huang Shanjun''s consciousness shows signs of recovery.


    Unfortunately, this sign only existed for a moment and then disappeared.


    But Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly brighter and he confirmed his thoughts.


    The thoughts of good and evil rise and fall.


    As long as the evil fetus is constantly consumed and the evil fetus is under pressure, the flaws will be exposed step by step and the evil fetus will be separated step by step. Huang Shanjun''s consciousness may wake up again.


    This is the only hope to defeat this powerful evil fetus.


    Ink painting dare not relax at all, and dare not rest for a moment.


    Huangshan Jun was contaminated and assimilated by this evil fetus. He has experienced many years. His self-consciousness is like a candle in the wind, and he can''t last for how long.


    Once completely destroyed, everything is likely to end.


    With such a huge difference in realm, I don’t know what else to do to completely kill this evil fetus.


    Despite the scars, Mo Hua could only bite the bullet and fight against this evil fetus.


    While fighting, his mouth never stopped, and sentence after sentence, constantly disturbing the state of the evil fetus''s divine thoughts.


    "Mr. Shan, wake up..."


    "Mr. Shan, don''t die..."


    "If you die, I really can''t win..."


    “Mr. Shan!”


    But after talking for a long time, Huang Shanjun, who was inside the evil fetus, seemed to have not reacted much.


    Ink painting can only find another way, and said:


    "Mr. Shan, I am really your friend..."


    "You have another ''you'', who escaped from the lonely mountain, hid in a dilapidated temple on a small hill, and slept in the open air."


    "The roof leaks, the walls leaks..."


    "Drinking rainwater, eating rotten steamed buns, guarding a few feet of clay sculptures, afraid of both jackals and monks..."


    "I have sent you a sacrifice, invited you to eat meat, and drank wine with you..."


    "You have also taught me the knowledge of Shinto..."


    “Shanjun…”


    …


    Mo Hua was beaten and spoke.


    This battle is long and arduous.


    After a while, I wonder if this kind of life in the Gushan Mountains was too miserable, and it also touched the Huangshan Jun who was on the top of Guhuang Mountain and received thousands of incense.


    Finally, the evil fetus stopped again, and the evil energy surging around its body, and it was more violent than before.


    Two forces are constantly intertwined.


    Red and gold, bright and flashing.


    The deformed flesh and blood flowed like a python.


    With a painful roar mixed with cruelty and reason, a golden color finally appeared on the gloomy face of the evil fetus, revealing majesty.


    Huang Shanjun''s consciousness temporarily gained the upper hand.


    His divinity and memory, slightly retrospectively suppressed the "stillborn baby" of the evil god.


    He looked at Mo Hua silently with a pair of golden and narrow eyes, and said hoarsely:


    "You really... know me?"


    "One of my...''s other origin is still alive now?"


    A few bones were broken, covered in blood, and scarred ink paintings finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly:


    "Meet! Still alive!"


    Although I lived a miserable life, I am still alive.


    The wilderness is also very quiet, without so much noise or worry.


    Huang Shanjun looked at Mo Hua deeply again, and he did sense a trace of cause and effect from Mo Hua.


    There will be no mistake in this feeling of being connected to the original source.


    Other self does have some great friendship and fate with this little kid.


    and…


    Huang Shanjun looked at the ink painting with deep eyes again, feeling that the existence of ink painting was quite strange.


    Like humans, but much better than humans.


    Like a god, his breath is not pure enough, and his human nature is too full and he talks too much.


    Like a monster, there is a nearly demonic aura in the hidden cause and effect. It is very serious, but it is upright and upright...


    "No wonder this kind of existence is possible, you can be "friends" with yourself..."


    Huang Shanjun sighed slightly in his heart, and he couldn''t help but feel "abiding talents" and said to Mo Hua:


    "The fetus of the evil **** is immortal and cannot be killed..."


    "With my only remaining will, with the power of the evil god, I will let you go away from this nightmare. This is all I can do, the last thing..."


    It can be considered as, repaying you and me for the cause and effect...


    (This chapter ends)