Chapter 710 Loophole
The demons are coming in waves, one after another.
The evil atmosphere is also endless.
The cold air in the room is layer by layer, and is full of many changes, either violent, strange, sinister, or majestic, as if there are endless types of evil spirits, and their offensive is like the sea.
In such a turbulent sea of demons, the small body of Mo Hua remained motionless.
Wen Renwei's eyes were filled with anxiety, and his palms were already covered in cold sweat.
Not only worried about Mo Hua, but also worried about Yu'er.
I don't know how long it took, but just when Wen Renwei was worried, all the evil smells suddenly disappeared.
The inexplicable coldness subsided and the gloomy pressure suddenly decreased. Wen Renwei looked around again. Although he still couldn't see anything, he felt that all evil spirits no longer existed.
Wen Renwei immediately looked towards the inner room and saw Mo Hua, who had already opened his eyes.
The tree of divine authority died down, and the army of demons was devoured.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief slowly, his eyes brightened.
Wen Renwei took a cautious look at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were pure and his expression was as usual, showing no evil or madness. He breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked tentatively:
"Young Master, you..."
Mo Hua smiled brilliantly, "I'm fine."
Wen Renwei felt relieved, raised his hands and said solemnly: "Thank you, young master."
Mo Hua was not polite, nodded and said: "Yu'er is fine, it's getting late, I'm going back to rest."
Wen Renwei bowed to Mo Hua again.
The attitude is much more respectful than before.
"Thank you, Mr. Mo!"
Mo Hua also bowed politely, then stood up and left briskly.
After Mo Hua left, Wen Renwei raised his head again and glanced at the four walls of the house, feeling shocked in his heart.
Really... nothing.
It seemed that all the gloomy, depressing and evil atmosphere just now were all a sudden illusion.
Wen Renwei looked at Yu'er again.
Yu'er was still lying on the bed, her breath lingering, her mouth slightly open, and occasionally smacking her lips, as if she was eating something in her dream.
From beginning to end, I slept soundly.
When Wen Renwei thought of Wen Renwan's words, he couldn't help but look pleased and sighed in his heart:
"Miss Wan is right, Master Yu'er has really met a young nobleman..."
…
On the other side, as soon as Mo Hua returned to the room, he immediately sat on the bed, meditating, and his consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness.
He "swallowed" too many demons in one meal, and his sea of consciousness was too full, and he had to "digest" it quickly.
Moreover, the realm of spiritual consciousness cannot be suppressed anymore.
In the sea of consciousness, Mo Hua concentrated carefully and began to swallow the many evil thoughts that had just been swallowed whole and could not be digested. He began to refine them one by one, removing their filth and extracting their essence, and then absorbed them one by one to strengthen his body.
Wisps of pure spiritual thoughts, the incarnation of divine thoughts integrated into ink paintings.
Mo Hua's consciousness rose rapidly.
In just a moment, the purified demonic mind power filled the gap in the realm of spiritual consciousness and broke through the bottleneck that had blocked it for a long time.
It's like a river bursting its banks, surging forward with overwhelming force.
Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness has finally taken a step further, breaking through the bottleneck of spiritual consciousness between the mid-stage of sixteen lines of foundation building and the late stage of foundation building, and successfully promoted to the seventeen lines!
Cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, spiritual consciousness in the later stage of foundation building with seventeen lines!
At that moment, his spiritual thoughts suddenly became clear.
Mo Hua felt that his sea of consciousness was wider and his spiritual consciousness was much deeper.
The distance of the spiritual consciousness has also increased a lot.
With the realm of divine consciousness as the foundation and the amount of divine consciousness as the support, his calculations and calculations are more calm than before.
What's more important is the formation!
He can finally learn the Seventeen Pattern Formation now!
In the early stage of foundation building, learn the second-grade high-level formation!
Although it is only a second-grade seventeen-line formation, it has not yet reached nineteen lines, so it is not considered a true "high-level" one.
But it is at least an introduction to high-level formations.
The seventeen-line formation has considerable lethality even against ordinary late-stage foundation-building monks.
Mo Hua felt that his waist had become much stiffer.
As long as he is given a chance to set up a formation, even the late-stage foundation-building monks will have to walk around in pain!
But we will talk about the formation later.
Because Mo Hua discovered that the "takeaway" this time was not finished yet.
This time, he "ate" more monsters than he thought.
His spiritual consciousness has already reached the seventeenth level, and is even stronger than the seventeenth level.
But there is still a steady stream of refined demonic thoughts, which after being swallowed by it, are integrated into the incarnation of his divine thoughts.
Mo Hua's consciousness is still growing...
"You won't...go directly to the eighteen lines, right?"
The bottleneck between the seventeenth and eighteenth lines is a small realm bottleneck, not as big as the sixteenth to seventeenth lines.
Mo Hua's heart trembled, and then he couldn't help but smile.
Eighteen lines!
One step at a time, two steps forward!
Mo Hua was so excited that he immediately calmed down and concentrated on meditating, swallowing his mind power and enhancing his spiritual consciousness.
His spiritual consciousness, as he wished, gradually grew stronger step by step at a clearly visible speed.
Finally, there is only a slight difference to reach the realm of eighteen lines...
Even Mo Hua can clearly feel that the bottleneck of the eighteen lines of spiritual consciousness is loosening and disintegrating little by little...
Mo Hua's face was filled with a smile.
But at this moment, everything came to an abrupt end.
In the dark, something seemed to tremble.
This feeling is somewhat similar to the Dao Monument, a bit like...
The way of heaven?
Mo Hua's heart was shocked, and then he faintly felt that there seemed to be some kind of supreme will. He glanced at him from the universe, and then found that he seemed to be...
have some problem.
Then a temporarily generated law came to Mo Hua.
The spiritual consciousness is still growing, but the bottleneck is not loosening. All the increased spiritual consciousness has no idea where it is going, and it sinks directly.
The realm of spiritual consciousness is no longer improved.
Mo Hua was stunned.
"what happened……"
"Where is my eighteen lines of consciousness?"
"It's obviously just a little bit close..."
Mo Hua looked around and found that at some point, a strange crack appeared out of thin air in his sea of consciousness.
This crack is dark and deep, and contains deep gold.
It's like the manifestation of some kind of concrete law of the great road.
This law is generated out of thin air, but it is integrated with your own sea of consciousness.
And he refined the demons and devoured the power of thoughts, and all the spiritual thoughts he gained were swallowed up by this crack.
It's as if the law of heaven doesn't allow his consciousness to become stronger any more, so he temporarily added the law of Tao to make up for the loopholes...
This law is embodied as a crack in the void that is pitch black and contains gold.
Once Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness increases, it will "confiscate" these increased spiritual consciousness to inhibit the enhancement of his spiritual consciousness.
Limit his consciousness within certain limits and prevent him from breaking through certain limits...
Mo Hua was dumbfounded.
What's the meaning?
Are you now a "loophole" in the way of heaven?
So Tiandao temporarily added rules to fix this "loophole" of its own?
No way...
Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little resentful.
As a small foundation-building monk, I wouldn't be "targeted" like this...
This seems to be the second time.
Mo Hua remembered that when he first broke through the foundation building, his spiritual consciousness soared rapidly, but later it seemed that he exceeded the limit and was suppressed by some kind of heavenly law.
Coupled with the mysterious formation of Tianyan Jue, the spiritual consciousness was reconstructed, and the change from "quantitative" was forced to be suppressed into "qualitative" change.
The result is like this again...
At the last moment, I saw that I had eighteen lines, but in the end, I was temporarily restricted by rules.
Mo Hua couldn't help but curled his lips and cursed:
"Tiandao is so stingy..."
After slandering, Mo Hua sighed again.
The "composition" of his current consciousness sea has become very complicated.
The sea of consciousness belongs to oneself and has its own incarnation of spiritual thoughts.
In addition, there are mysterious Tao monuments, catastrophic thunder patterns, and now there is another one, the inexplicable law of heaven.
Especially this law of heaven...
Mo Hua's head hurts a little.
He took some more demonic telepathy, consumed his own consciousness, and tried the manifestation formation. After trying it several times, he probably understood the usefulness of this law.
This law is used to control spiritual consciousness.
One's own consciousness can be used normally, consumed normally, and restored normally, but it cannot "grow" any more.
Once it grows, it will be "deducted" by this void crack-like law.
The ink painting is a bit worrying.
It doesn't matter if you deduct some spiritual consciousness, but when will it be deducted?
I won’t be deducted for the rest of my life...
Or should we say that once my cultivation has caught up and my realm and consciousness are balanced, or roughly balanced - at least not so outrageous, this law will disappear on its own?
Or, when enough spiritual consciousness is deducted to reach a certain limit, it will disappear?
The road is cold and the rules are silent. No one can tell Mo Hua the answer. Mo Hua sighed deeply.
"Let's do this first..."
A person should be content and happy.
Seventeen lines, just seventeen lines.
Moreover, my spiritual consciousness should be at the peak of the seventeenth line, and it is only a hair away from the eighteenth line...
This spiritual consciousness is "barely" enough in my own realm.
As for what happens next.
Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that it didn't matter no matter how long this rule had to be "deducted".
Because there is nothing you can do about it...
Who can say accurately about the laws of the Great Dao?
In this case, just follow the steps, practice steadily, and hone your spiritual consciousness as always.
As your cultivation level becomes higher, or your spiritual consciousness is supplemented, sooner or later you will be able to lift the restrictions of this law.
Mo Hua stared at the Dao Law that looked like a crack in the void in the sea of consciousness again, and suddenly felt a little confused.
"The law...what exactly is it?"
"Why does the law manifest like this?"
"The darkness is tinged with gold, like a crack in the void... Why can it swallow spiritual consciousness?"
"The void, the cracks... are they related to the rules of the 'Dongxu Realm'?"
Mo Hua suddenly felt profound.
He decided to study this "law" when he had free time in the future to see if he could figure out some methods and learn something.
Since this "uninvited guest" has come to the sea of consciousness out of thin air, we must find a way to gather some wool, otherwise it would be too wasteful.
Thinking of this, Mo Hua's mood instantly improved.
The law of the great road!
He hasn't seen it yet.
In other words, this is not something that foundation-building monks, or even ordinary monks, can touch.
Now a clear and clear law of the great road has been embodied and left in the sea of one's own consciousness, continuously holding on to one's spiritual consciousness.
Although the spiritual consciousness was deducted and the growth of his spiritual consciousness was limited, it also gave himself an opportunity to see with his own eyes the manifestation and operation of the laws of the great avenue.
In everything, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and pros and cons coexist.
Mo Hua nodded, feeling refreshed.
But he didn't have time to study it yet, he had to "eat" the demon first.
There is still a lot of the demon "takeout" he ordered on the altar and cannot be wasted.
Mo Hua continued to "eat" the demon's mind power.
But this time, what he ate was a bit "bland".
Because these evil thoughts could not be "eaten" into his stomach, they were all taken away by the law of heaven.
Mo Hua felt a little aggrieved, but adhering to the spirit of not wasting it, he still ate up these evil thoughts.
After eating, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the restrictions of the laws of heaven in the sea of consciousness seemed to have relaxed a little.
It also "eats" a little full.
"really……"
Mo Hua sighed and made up his mind to gather more of Tiandao's wool in the future to vent his hatred of "stealing food".
Your own "snacks" are not so easy to grab!
Mo Hua snorted softly, then calmed down and began to review the formation patterns on the Taoist monument.
He wants to prepare.
In the next few days, he will officially start to learn the formation of the Seventeen Patterns!
…
Taixumen, the forbidden area behind the mountain.
A crack in the void appeared out of thin air.
Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, walked out of the void.
In the Elder's Residence, he abandoned foreign objects and concentrated on calculating cause and effect, but just now, he suddenly felt a powerful sword intention floating around, and he couldn't help but notice it.
But just halfway through the calculation, the compass couldn't stop.
Mr. Xun could only be patient and after deriving the compass, he immediately came over to check the situation.
In the sword tomb, the old man with a long beard sat there blankly.
Mr. Xun didn't know what happened. He looked around and said solemnly:
"Senior brother, are you using your sword again?"
The long-bearded old man touched the broken sword in his hand and shook his head slightly absentmindedly.
"Half way out..."
Mr. Xun frowned.
What does half of it mean?
The sword was drawn, but not slashed?
Mr.
The long-bearded old man's sharp eyes revealed some thoughts, and he suddenly asked a strange question:
"Did our Taixu Sect raise a divine beast?"
"Mythical beast?"
Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, confused.
Why did senior brother suddenly ask such an irrelevant question?
Could it be...
Mr. Xun's eyes narrowed.
The evil thoughts are polluting, the sword intention is backlashing, the injury has become more serious, it has already hurt the sea of consciousness, and the thoughts are confused and unclear?
Mr. Xun was silent.
He felt a pain in his heart when he saw that his senior brother, who had devoted all his energy and blood for the Taixu Sect, was broken physically and mentally, and had to be alone, guarding the sword tomb, and being buried with the mountains of broken swords and scraps of iron.
Mr. Xun sighed deeply, suppressed the sorrow in his heart, shook his head and sighed: "How can there be such a thing as a mythical beast now..."
The long-bearded old man didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and he pondered to himself, "Then, are there any masters staying at my Taixu Gate in the past few days?"
Mr. Xun thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said: "No."
There are people who stay overnight, but there are no people who can be called "masters" by their senior brothers.
The long-bearded old man frowned, considered for a moment, and asked slowly:
"Then...has my Taixu Sect accepted any talented disciples in recent years?"
Gifted?
Mr. Xun was a little surprised and thought for a moment.
There have been many talented disciples over the years, and this year there are many disciples with high-grade spiritual roots and excellent qualifications.
But even though his spiritual roots are good, he may not be taken seriously by his senior brother.
At the level of senior brother, which is close to the limit of a monk, the talent he talks about is definitely not "gifted" in the general sense.
He must be someone who is astonishingly talented and beautiful among all the geniuses.
Mr. Xun suddenly thought of ink painting.
Mo Hua this kid...
The formation is indeed amazing, but apart from the formation, everything else counts as the same, and none of them works...
Extremely biased.
And the formation...has nothing to do with senior brother.
Senior brother is not proficient in formations, so he shouldn't care about such things as formation geniuses.
But just in case, Mr. Xun still asked, "Exceptionally talented... what kind of 'talent' do you mean?"
The old man with a long beard looked thoughtful.
If he is a disciple of the sect... then this person must have extremely powerful killing intent...
The old man with a long beard asked: "Are there any disciples who are psychic in the way of swordsmanship, who are born with sword intent, or who are born with the manifestation of spiritual thoughts and are good at fighting..."
Innate sword power, divine will to fight...
Mr. Xun nodded slightly.
Then it has nothing to do with ink painting.
That child was a formation master, not a swordsman. It was difficult to dance with a sword, and he was well-behaved and weak. He would not fight with others.
It seems that other disciples don’t have either…
Taixu Sect turned his spiritual thoughts into swords and sealed them as forbidden arts.
Other sword techniques are not that good.
How could a talented young man with a natural talent for swordsmanship join the Taixu Sect and learn these mediocre swordsmanship traditions?
There are a lot of swordsmanship sects in Qianxue State for him to choose from.
And even if the divine sword is not sealed, we would not dare to let such a good young man with "natural sword intention" practice, unless his life is really too hard and he cannot die even if he wants to.
"No."
Mr. Xun concluded.
The bearded old man closed his eyes and sighed, a little disappointed.
Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior brother, why do you ask these questions?"
The old man with a long beard opened his eyes and glanced at his gray-haired junior brother who was worried about the sect. The image of him when he was young, gentle and high-spirited came to his mind, and he finally couldn't bear to worry him anymore.
"Nothing, just ask." The bearded old man said calmly.
Mr. Xun didn't believe it, but he sighed helplessly when he saw that his senior brother had closed his eyes to rest and seemed unwilling to say more.
I have been stubborn all my life, and now I am half buried in the ground, but my temper has not changed at all.
Mr. Xun shook his head and warned with some complaint, "Take a breath and don't draw your sword again..."
Then he turned around, stretched out his fingers, drew a crack in the void, and left.
After Old Mr.
Taixu Mountain is vast and the trees are lush, covering everything up.
The old man with a long beard showed his sharp eyes, "Next time I attack, I will definitely catch you..."
(End of chapter)