Chapter 987 The Power of Killing God
In the Demon Refining Mountain, smoke and dust are everywhere.
A young man''s figure was moving rapidly in front of him, like a stunning light of water between heaven and earth, light and slender.
And behind him was a storm of dust.
The powerful, strong, and hill-like third-grade golden elixir black pig demon swept through the blood and dust storm-like black demon demon, plowing all the trees and rocks in front of him, smelling the sweet smell of human flesh, and chasing Mo Hua.
For a time, the demonic momentum was huge and the scene was spectacular.
The beasts scattered everywhere, and the birds flew in shock.
Xun Ziyou followed behind, holding the Taixu Sword in his hand. He wanted to draw the sword several times and slaughter the pig demon.
But after thinking about it, I still endured it.
Once he takes action, he will be exposed.
The meaning of the ancestor is to make ink paintings as much as possible while ensuring the safety of ink paintings.
The sword is sharpened by sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
He has always protected the ink paintings and did not let him suffer any risks. He himself cannot grow.
It''s too early to take action now.
What''s more, the situation has not really reached the end of the road.
Although the third-grade black pig demon is terrible, it is extremely dangerous every time it kills.
But Mo Hua relied on her extremely exquisite body skills and flicked and moved like flowing water, like a stunning geese, like dancing on a hanging silk. Every time she was at a critical moment, she could get rid of danger and deal with it.
Xunzi was shocked and praised: "The body technique of ink painting is really exquisite, and I don''t know where I learned it..."
But he knew that this situation would definitely not last.
After all, ink painting only has foundation building and low spiritual power. Facing this third-grade golden elixir pig demon with a heavy demon power as heavy as abyss, sooner or later, he will be exhausted.
In such a fierce, dangerous and so oppressive pursuit, once you are exhausted, it will be over.
Even if you feel tired or nervous, you will make a little mistake in your body and make a slight mistake in your body, it will be dangerous.
The ink paintings have repeatedly escaped from the black pig demon, which has further aroused the ferociousness of this evil beast.
The black pig demon gradually began to get angry. Its demonic power is still getting stronger and its speed is still getting faster.
Xun Ziyou held the sword in his hand tightly and raised his spirits.
And ink painting is indeed becoming more and more difficult.
The black pig demon in the third-grade Jindan realm has a strong sense of oppression. The surging demon power and the black demonic aura are like waves.
And ink painting is like a small boat in the waves, drifting with the flow.
But this dead pig was hunting him down just like he was killed.
Mo Hua escaped for a long time, but still couldn''t get rid of it, and he couldn''t help but feel a little angry.
He looked back at the corner of his eyes and happened to see the black pig demon, his pair of pig eyes as big as lanterns and stare at copper bells.
These eyes stared at the ink painting.
Mo Hua couldn''t help but feel a little impulse in her heart, but she was pressed down by him.
The black pig demon is too strong to take risks.
The most urgent task is to get rid of these third-grade pig demons, and it is not advisable to get rid of them too much.
Mo Hua continued to escape.
But the more he escaped, the more angry the black pig demon became.
Such ferocious monsters rely on their demonic power to crush them and never take any effort to hunt them.
The ink painting has made it chase after it for so long, which has stimulated its killing power.
Next, the black pig demon kept chasing him, and his body became faster and faster, his demonic aura became stronger and stronger, and the fierce light in his eyes became more and more powerful. It seemed that he would never give up without eating ink paintings.
Cold sweat broke out from the back of the Mohua, and it became increasingly difficult.
At the same time, his anger became more and more intense.
After a moment, the ink painting suddenly calmed down.
He looked back at the third-grade black pig demon, with a cold expression and a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.
I chased and fled for a while and arrived in a mountain and lake.
The body of the ink painting is like a flash of water, and the phantom turns into a heavy mist.
Three water shadows were differentiated in one go.
The black pig demon was confused for a moment and lost his target. He rushed towards a shadow of water, smashing the shadow to pieces.
After the water shadow shattered, a mountain wall was exposed.
The black pig demon, with his head and face, and half of his body, directly bumped into the mountain wall.
A moment of rumbling sounded like a mountain collapse and a crack in the earth.
After falling into the mountain wall, the black pig demon kept struggling.
But its demon body was so big that it was difficult to turn around. After struggling for a while, it broke free, with a dirt-faced face and **** eyes.
This third-grade black pig demon is obviously on the verge of "fury".
It exhaled the fishy smell, exhaled the demonic wind, and its eyes were covered with blood.
The hideous and ugly pig''s nose trembled, and soon smelled the smell of ink painting again. His cruel eyes immediately condensed and looked to the right.
Ink painting stands in a mountain forest not far away.
The surrounding mountains are dense, the water vapor is moist, and the stream is gurgling.
He did not run away, but stood like this, silently looking at the huge third-grade pig demon in front of him.
A thin and weak cultivator looked directly at a powerful monster with a huge body and a huge black air.
This is a naked provocation.
The black pig demon roared angrily.
This roar was like the howling of a purgatory ghost, the wailing ghost, stabbing people''s eardrums and shaking Lin Yue.
Then the blood and energy fluctuated, and the demonic energy swept over.
The black pig demon rushed towards Mo Hua with a dark demonic wind.
But as soon as I reached halfway through, a water flow suddenly surged on the ground, dissolved the mud and stone, and turned into a large mountain.
The mountains and swamps turned into swamps, and the ground was muddy.
The black pig demon''s huge body suddenly collapsed, and the mudslide was immediately trapped in the mud, and the mudslides were falling deeper and deeper.
The black pig demon struggled desperately, the demonic power shook, and the mud and stones were shaken and flew all over the sky.
But the mud is very deep, and the formations arranged around it are also very clever.
Seeing that there was no time for twenty or thirty breaths, the pig demon could not escape.
And in this kind of life and death pursuit, twenty or thirty breaths can already determine life and death. It''s also enough for Mo Hua to escape.
Xunziyou slowly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded secretly.
The formation of ink painting is becoming more and more exquisite.
It is not simply relying on the power of the formation, but through the formation, the power of the Eight Trigrams is derived, thereby changing the terrain, using the power of the natural power of heaven and earth to trap these third-grade monsters and seeking an opportunity to escape.
These can be thought of in a short period of time, and they will be implemented without any fault.
This child really has almost evil qualifications and understanding of the formation.
No wonder outsiders call him "the little monster of Taixu Sect."
"In this way, he can escape from the third-grade pig demon without taking action by himself..."
Xun Ziyou was relieved, but after a while, he found that Mo Hua had obviously trapped the pig demon with the formation, but did not escape, but stood quietly in place and pointed at her eyebrows.
Xun Ziyou was stunned and frowned.
What''s the meaning?
What is this kid doing?
Escape quickly!
After a while, the pig demon should break free from the mud formation.
Time is precious. Such a good opportunity, I don’t take the opportunity to escape. Instead, I’m going to be here and what are you thinking?
Xun Ziyou frowned and stared at Mo Hua for a while. Suddenly, his heart was shocked and a ridiculous guess emerged:
This kid, he didn''t want to... kill this pig demon, right?
No...
He has just built a foundation and wants to kill a monster in the third-grade Golden Pill realm alone? !
He... isn''t he crazy? !
Who gave him the courage? !
Even if the ancestors of Taixu Sect have blessed him, even if the heads of Taixu Sect’s ancestral grave are burned out and the green smoke is bald, he will not be able to save his life!
Xun Ziyou''s heart suddenly shrank, and his body was covered in cold sweat.
At the same time, the two front hooves of the third-grade black pig demon had already struggled out of the mud and scattered on the shore.
A ferocious giant pig''s head also emerged from the mud.
Xunzi was frightened and stopped hesitating. He silently used the sword technique and drew out the sword.
But the next moment, a strange sword intent came, and Xun Ziyou suddenly felt a sudden thrust in her heart and turned her head in disbelief.
In the mountains and forests, the powerful pig demon broke free from the mud.
The weak ink painting is confronting the pig demon.
He also gave advice between his eyebrows.
It seems ordinary, but in just a moment, a powerful sword intent that was far beyond the foundation building realm and was so fierce that it was so fierce that it burst out from his thin body.
As the divine thoughts roared, it seemed as if a surging sword intent storm was set off.
The sword intent rose, and the eyes of the ink painting became brighter and brighter.
The pure golden light is extremely condensed, and the sword light flows, extremely sharp.
And a wisp of spiritual power lingers in his fingertips, pointing between his eyebrows, communicating with the wall of virtuality and reality, and the powerful Taixu sword intent was pulled out bit by bit.
The amazing sharpness is revealed little by little in the world...
Sensing this ancient and profound sword intent, Xun Ziyou opened his mouth wide, and felt his breathing suffocation and his heart stopped.
As if he noticed the crisis, the pig demon''s roar became more and more shrill.
Its blood and energy were completely boiling, and the demonic energy was as dark as ink. As the demonic power was storming, it suddenly jumped out of the mud.
Then he slaughtered at Mo Hua at all costs, as if he wanted to directly kill this hidden danger in the cradle and swallow it into his stomach.
At this moment, Mo Hua''s eyes condensed, and pointed at him, and a sword light appeared with his fingertips.
This sword light is extremely dazzling.
It is an existence composed of divine thoughts.
Moreover, it is an existence that integrates the marrow of gods and is transformed into pure gold, transcends the spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks.
Even Xun Ziyou, who was in the late stage of the Jindan period, could see only a vague sword shadow, and occasionally the sword intent that would be revealed on the sword shadow, like golden glass.
The black pig demon stared at Mo Hua with its hideous eyes and holding the black wind. Ink painting has a cold look and points a little.
Taixu Sword of the Divine Sword is out of his body.
The huge sword shadow broke through the air and arrived in an instant, directly piercing into the pig demon''s hideous eyes as copper bells.
Eyes are the window of spiritual consciousness.
The powerful sword intent directly cut into the pig demon''s demon consciousness through this flesh-and-blood window.
Like gold and iron cutting clay sculpture.
The shrill and painful howling sounded extremely harshly and instantly resounded across the entire mountain.
Then the screams came to an abrupt end.
No one knows what happened in the Pig Demon''s sea of ??consciousness.
Just like the King of Hell, impermanence seeks life.
The life of the black pig demon disappeared suddenly.
Its fierce eyes as cruel as a copper bell, and in just a few breaths, their spirits were completely dim.
Without the support of will, its body became huge flesh and blood, and its limbs were limp on the ground, but maintained its inertia and kept sliding towards the ink painting.
The ground formation lit up, and stone thorns were bulging like spears, hindering the body of the black pig demon.
The stone thorns shattered one after another, and the black pig demon''s speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of Mo Hua.
Its eyes were still staring at the ink painting.
But the demon consciousness is completely destroyed, and it has completely lost its vitality.
Mo Hua stood quietly in place, her thin body, as if she was as tall as a mountain for a moment.
The black pig demon''s limbs and heads fell on the ground, with flesh and blood remaining, and his body as a hill seemed to be surrendering humbly at this time.
There was silence around.
The forest in the distance.
Xun Ziyou still kept drawing his sword, and his whole body was like a clay sculpture, motionless, but a storm was stirring up in his heart.
…Dead? !
A third-grade golden elixir monster died at Mo Hua’s hands? !
The ink painting in the foundation-building realm killed a third-grade Jindan realm monster with its own strength? !
Xun Ziyou''s heart was hit by a huge impact, and his hands began to tremble, and he could hardly believe his eyes for a moment.
Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he found it absurd.
Even for a moment, he began to wonder if he was still in the nightmare of the evil fetus of Gushan.
Everything he saw in front of him was dreaming...
Otherwise, this kind of thing that is far from the world will never happen...
It is almost impossible to build a foundation and kill the golden elixir.
Not to mention, the one who killed the Golden Pill Realm monster that was more powerful than the cultivator.
The one who killed this Jindan realm monster was still the ink painting, which had weak blood and low spiritual power, and had never been known for its cultivation.
He didn''t even use the formation.
Those formations are only used to restrain and control.
He is true. With his own strength, his unfathomable sword techniques and Taoism he practiced, and with his own strength, he killed the third-grade monster in a head-on battle!
Xunziyou was shocked.
This is a sect, what a powerful Taoist method?
What is another powerful force that is activated?
…
On the other side, the pig demon died.
Mo Hua came to his senses and looked at the huge corpse in front of him, and was more or less surprised.
This is...dead?
"I used my divine mind to transform a sword and killed a pig demon in the third-grade Golden Pill realm?"
Mo Hua looked at his fair and weak palms, and felt unbelievable.
This is just one tenth of his divine thought power.
The lethality of the God-Slaying Sword leaving the body is only 10% of the force he exerted with all his strength due to the various constraints between virtual and real.
Even so, this powerful third-grade pig demon was undoubtedly killed by his sword.
Mo Hua took a light breath of cold air.
If one day, I can really merge with the walls of reality and release the Divine Sword to completely, 100%, into reality...
Then how terrible will this sword be?
What level of cultivators or monsters can be killed?
Ink paintings are so hard to imagine.
He was shocked for a while, and then he remembered that such a big disturbance would definitely attract people''s attention.
The most urgent task is to find a way to "defend the aftermath", otherwise it will be difficult to explain.
But how should we recover from this?
Who should I find for the aftermath?
Mo Hua looked in front of her and stared at her third-grade golden elixir pig demon, as big as a hill, fell into deep thought.
After a while, he took out the Taixu Order and sent a letter to Xunziyou:
"Elder Xun, come quickly! I picked up a dead pig!"
Xun Ziyou in the distance glanced at Taixu Ling, and his expression was instantly wonderful:
“…”
Picking up a dead pig...
If he hadn''t seen it with his own eyes, he would have believed it.
Xun Ziyou suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, thought for a while, and also passed the letter to Mo Hua, "Where is it?"
The ink painting looked around and reported a location.
Xunziyou said, "Okay, I''ll go there now."
Mo Hua: “Yeah.”
Xun Ziyou then ran to the foot of the mountain, circled around him for a few times, guessing that the time was almost over, and then he pretended to come over in a hurry.
As soon as he arrived at the scene, Xun Ziyou looked "shocked":
"Third-grade pig demon?"
Mo Hua nodded.
"How did you die?" Xunziyou asked.
Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I don''t know much either. As soon as I came, I saw the pig die here, it was so big."
"I guess, either I was killed by someone, or I suddenly had a serious illness and hit a tree and died."
"I hit the tree and died..."
"Pigs have a stupid head and can''t turn, and they will hit and die."
“…”
Xunziyou has no temper at all.
This kid is just talking nonsense now and doesn’t say anything about it.
Xun Ziyou looked around and saw that all the traces left by the surrounding formations were wiped out, so he nodded slightly.
It is pretty good to wipe out all the traces of the formation, and it saves yourself trouble...
"Okay, I understand," Xun Ziyou nodded, "This Demon Refining Mountain is not safe, you can go back first. I will solve the problem of these third-grade pig demons."
Seeing that Elder Xun didn''t ask much, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking about it, he asked again: "Elder, can these third-grade pig demons be considered a merit?"
Although he has made many achievements now and is still enough for the time being, the more merits he has, the better.
What''s more, this is a third-grade pig demon. If Mo Hua doesn''t exchange for some merits, he will be really sorry.
Elder Xun looked at the ink painting silently and sighed:
"Luck is also part of your strength. Since you ''picked'' it, it is naturally your merit."
Mo Hua felt relieved and smiled and said, "Thank you, Elder Xun!"
Elder Xun said, "Go back."
"Um."
Mo Hua bowed and said goodbye and left. All the things that followed were handed over to Elder Xunziyou.
After Mo Hua left, Xunzi was silent for a moment before slowly approaching the black pig demon.
Looking at the almost intact body of the pig demon and the empty and unsightly eyes of the demon consciousness, Xun Ziyou couldn''t help but take a breath of cold air, then his eyes trembled, and he whispered the almost-destroying name in an incredible voice:
"Taixu...the true secret of the sword transformation..."
These words seem to have an amazing magic power, which makes Xun Ziyou fascinated and frightened.
He sighed and took out the sword. The sword light cut the pig''s skin, crushed the flesh and blood, and pierced the pig demon''s heart vein.
The originally intact pig demon was instantly covered with sword marks.
Then Xun Ziyou called people over with a letter order to deal with the huge third-grade pig demon''s corpse.
…
On the other side, Mo Hua returned to Taixu Gate and sat in his disciple Curie, still feeling ups and downs.
The situation of killing the pig demon is still vivid in my mind.
The power of killing the gods and leaving his body still made him a little scared.
He couldn''t help looking at his hands and was stunned.
In his own hand, he holds the method of killing the golden elixir...
This is the foundation of the divine consciousness to realize the truth, plus the true power of the divine mind transforming sword.
A feeling of controlling power gradually flowed throughout the body of the ink painting.
I studied in Qianxuezhou for eight years, practicing day and night, tempering the formation, swallowing evil spirits, integrating into the marrow of the divine path, laying the foundation of the divine path.
In addition, practicing sword art, and mastering the method of turning divine thoughts into swords step by step.
Sand gathers into a tower, and water drops through the stones.
Now, his divine thoughts can finally show his sharpness.
Ink painting holds the palms empty and has a sharp gaze.
The divine thoughts form elixirs and transform into swords to achieve success!
Since then, his spiritual line has become a "dead line".
Whether it is a human, a demon, or a demon, as long as he is allowed to cut the God Sword out of his body and break into the opposite sea of ??consciousness, he can ignore all flesh, spiritual power or demon power, destroy his divine thoughts, and eliminate his life.
And he finally took the first step to become a powerful "Shidao monk".
With powerful divine thoughts, we will control the life and death of others!
(This chapter ends)