Chapter 916 Worse than hell
The black ink painting’s voice was fierce and fierce.
The real ink painting turned pale and his eyes were panicked.
He seemed to really just want to deceive his "blackened" self, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop according to his expectations at all, and "Black Ink Painting" was really trying to fight him.
Mo Hua turned around and wanted to escape, but they were "from the same origin". This trick naturally could not escape the eyes of "Black Mo Hua".
Its eyes were dark, demonic energy surged, and evil swords shuttled back and forth, weaving into a whole prison, directly suppressing Mo Hua from the air.
The Evil Fetus Jingshen Sword!
"Want to run? It's too late." Hei Mohua sneered.
Mo Hua used the Jing Shen Sword Style to restrain the third-grade divine skeleton, forcing it to fight with him. Now this trick has also been used by Hei Mo Hua against himself.
Mo Hua tried several times but couldn't break free. Finally he sighed and could only accept his fate and raised his hands above his head.
Forced by the situation, he had to fight to the death with his blackened "self".
The expression in the ink painting is solemn. Between the hands, the sword formation is formed, the sword shape is concise, and the five elements flow and merge into one, turning into a sharp spiritual sword.
It was the "God-Slaying Sword" he had just used to cut off the third-grade divine skeleton.
But opposite him, the sword in the hand of "Black Ink Painting" was exactly the same as his. Not only that, it was even more powerful because of the evil aura added to it.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth and continued to integrate the ancient and mysterious Taixu Sword Intent.
The "Black Ink Painting" sneered, exactly the same, with Taixu Sword Intent also integrated into his hands.
On the blackened "God-Slaying Sword", the murderous intention suddenly surged, the souls of injustice flew, and its power increased to a higher level.
The two "God-Slaying Swords" faced each other in the air.
One is black, one is upright, one is strong and one is weak.
Mo Hua was at a disadvantage and looked increasingly nervous.
"Black Ink Painting" stared at the ink painting, admiring the panic, panic and despair on the ink painting's face.
However, it didn't appreciate it for too long, and the "despair" on Mo Hua's face completely disappeared. Instead, there was a sly smile.
This smile...
Xie Fei was startled, and his expression gradually changed. A chill filled his heart, and its pupils gradually widened.
"What...are you laughing at?"
Hei Mo Hua's voice was uneasy for no reason.
"Actually," Mo Hua lost his previous embarrassment and the smile on his face became brighter, "Like you, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time..."
"You dare not come out while the Taoist monument is there."
"Only when I fight with a powerful enemy until the fuel is exhausted can you risk everything and fight me desperately."
"So what?" Black Ink Painting lost its voice. It didn't realize it, and there was a tremor in its tone. "I am you, and you are me. I know you well. Now that things have happened, what else can you have?" Can this trick kill me? ”
After Hei Mo Hua finished speaking, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
Then it watched helplessly as the temperament of the ink painting gradually changed.
"I specially reserved this sword for you. I don't even want to use it to chop others..."
An air of cold, dead silence and nothingness filled the air.
At the same time, Mo Hua looked solemn and began to use the real and final "God-Slaying Sword".
He first cut off his ego and his desires.
His face became cold, heartless, nihilistic, and ethereal, as if there were no longer human joys and sorrows, but only the ruthlessness of heaven and man.
Taishang Zhanqing said.
This way was integrated into the way of swordsmanship, and the God-Slaying Sword in Mo Hua's hand also expanded further. The origin of Taixu swordsmanship, which was originally simple and majestic, was integrated into the deep and void black like the stars in the sky. The two were intertwined to form a sword. , the luster flows, but is as dark as chaos, the real "god-slaying giant sword".
This "god-killing giant sword" is several times larger than the ink painting itself. When it is raised, it looks like a sword holding up the sky, with black and white intertwined and gold wrapped around the body.
The ink paintings with mortal remains looked like gods and demons in the sky.
"Heaven...Devil Kill?!"
The black ink painting was in disbelief, his eyes were horrified, and he screamed:
"How can you follow the devil's path?!"
"Why can you even learn the Demon Slash? What the hell are you?!"
The ink painting holding the giant sword of the devil in his hand looks like a ruthless god and demon, indifferent to this blackened evil fetus hatched by his soul.
Taixu's Divine Sword is meant to kill the ego.
The Supreme Being cut off the love and wanted to cut off the evil desires.
Today, he will kill this "evil self", achieve the path of killing love, and cultivate a true, unparalleled God-Slaying Sword!
The "evil child" who was regarded by Mo Hua as a rotten dog of the Dao and a sacrifice of the sword suddenly felt a fierce warning of life and death in his heart.
"This damn little beast, he even deceived 'me' and plotted against 'me'. Everything was set up by him."
"He figured it all out..."
"What a monster with a nearly demonic mind!"
"No, we can't let him cut it out..."
"Black Ink Painting" gritted his teeth fiercely, poured all his evil power into the blackened God-Slaying Sword, and then struck preemptively, slashing down suddenly.
"Kill him and I will be 'Mo Hua'!"
But by now, it's too late.
Mo Hua uses his own sword formation as the basis, incorporates Taixu Sword Intent, and implements the "God-Slaying Giant Sword" that implements the Demon's Love-Slaying Way. It has been activated.
The sword drawn in black ink was struck first.
But the giant sword drawn in ink came later.
For a moment, it was as if the heaven and the earth were falling, the mountains and rivers were shattering, the majestic sword intent, the surging sword energy, and the complex and unspeakable ancient sword ways and the love of heaven and demons were completely integrated into one, pouring down like a rainbow through the sun.
Just one sword can destroy everything.
The blackened God-Slaying Sword of "Hei Mo Hua" was instantly cut off by Mo Hua's larger God-Slaying Sword, shattered inch by inch, and turned into spiritual powder.
Then the sword light was like a river bursting its embankment, continuing to rush downward. The vast and unrivaled sword energy slashed towards the body painted in black ink.
"Black Ink Painting"'s pupils were wide open and its face was full of shock. It wanted to resist and struggle, but it was like a mantis using its arms as a cart, unable to do anything at all. In the end, it could only be swallowed up by the sword energy, and was completely annihilated in the Taixu Divine Sword, like a torrent of sword light. Among...
Use the formation to turn the sword into a sword, integrate Taixu swordsmanship, realize the demon and slay the love, kill the evil self, and create a true god-slaying sword style!
This sword was slashed out, and at this point, the final sword style of Taixu Divine Mind Transformed into a Sword Art, the God-Slaying Sword, was finally completed!
Mo Hua holds the huge God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and feels that man, sword, and Tao are one, and there is nothing between heaven and earth that cannot be cut!
People can be killed, feelings can be killed, desires can be killed.
Ghosts can be killed, demons can be killed, demons can be killed.
Even gods can be killed!
The moment of achievement in the way of swordsmanship.
Taixu Gate, Sword Tomb on the back mountain.
The broken swords buzzed one after another, and the sword intention of the dead sword cultivator turned into white smoke, curling up and connecting with the clouds and mist in the mountains.
The Dugu Ancestor, who was closing his eyes to rest and concentrating on the self-proclaimed inner demon, suddenly opened his eyes with a shocked expression.
Another strange phenomenon appeared in Jianzhong.
The broken sword echoes in the lonely grave, and the sword energy turns into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it was more obvious and more powerful.
This is the Taixu Sect, a sign of the resurgence of swordsmanship.
Before, Ancestor Dugu might have been gratified and delighted, but now, he was shocked, mixed with uneasiness and fear.
Others may not be able to see or hear, but he can.
He clearly saw that not only white smoke was produced in the sword tomb, but also the illusory and strange Nine Heavens Demonic Shadow that ordinary people could not see.
At this moment, the demons were dancing wildly, and the demonic sounds filled their ears.
These demons are celebrating, rejoicing, and making horrifying, ugly, yet captivating cries.
Someone has learned their ways.
Someone has become a bridge of communication, becoming their "anchor" in this world, and becoming another devil's child in the world of demons.
The innocent appearance painted in ink floated in Patriarch Dugu’s mind.
Ancestor Dugu seemed to have aged dozens of years instantly, his back was pale and desolate.
"A good child..."
"It's already too late, there's no turning back..."
"Blessings come with disasters. After all, it was me who was wrong..."
……
In the sea of consciousness.
The aftermath of the God-Slaying Sword dissipated.
Mo Hua frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"Black Ink Painting" was beheaded, his spiritual thoughts were shattered, and his origin was cut off, but he was not dead. It seemed that his origin had extraordinary vitality.
But after being killed, the evil fetus had lost its human form, leaving only a mass of black mist, beating like a heart, like a real "embryo".
It's still trying to repair its injuries.
However, Taixu's sword intention has a long heritage, and the sword intention was too sharp, causing deep injuries.
The Supreme Being cut off the emotions, the desire to kill me, and the will of the soul. The evil fetus that had been cut off had a desire to die. It clearly wanted to live, but it had no desire to "survive".
Because the desire to live was cut off.
The evil fetus squirmed and kept repairing the wounds that could not be repaired at all.
Even the two thoughts of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" are still intertwined and confronting each other.
Mo Hua didn't want to delay any longer.
He is truly "out of steam" now.
No matter how strong he is, how cautious he is, and how thoughtful he is, he has reached his limit after killing a third-grade divine skeleton and an evil fetus in succession.
Mo Hua sighed helplessly, "We have to kill the third-grade divine skeleton, and the evil god's fetus, and we have to kill them in succession..."
“I don’t know whose foundation-building monk has to suffer this kind of crime?”
At my age, I am under too much pressure.
But fortunately it was killed.
Mo Hua used the last bit of his spiritual thoughts to manifest the divine formation and turned it into a spiritual chain, completely sealing the "evil fetus" within it.
The evil fetus at the end of its life as a captive has no ability to resist at all.
Mo Hua meditated on the spot and waited for a while. When it was midnight, the Taoist monument appeared, and then he carried the evil fetus and walked to the Taoist monument.
On top of the Dao Monument, the Tribulation Thunder is bright red and dazzling, like a torture knife tempered with heavenly fire.
Sensing the breath of death above the tribulation thunder, the evil fetus, which was originally dying and looked like "evil thoughts sarcoma", suddenly struggled in fear and screamed: "Little devil, evil barrier, how dare you..."
"I've said it before, I dare!" Mo Hua said.
The evil fetus struggled for a moment and suddenly fell silent.
Mo Hua paused for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "You don't want to beg for mercy anymore?"
The evil fetus's voice became shriller and more childish, revealing an indifferent and strange tone, "Kill me."
Its flesh trembled, and it opened a crack, like a terrifying big eye, staring at the ink painting, as if it wanted to remember the appearance of the ink painting in its heart forever.
"Kill me and I will become one with you."
"In this life, you will never be able to get rid of the 'brand' of the Lord of the Wilderness. Even to the ends of the world, the followers of the God Lord will hunt you down endlessly, treating your flesh, blood, and soul as the Supreme Lord of the Wilderness. The sacrifices you are waiting for..."
"Do you think I'm scared?" Mo Hua didn't look scared at all, and even looked forward to it.
But he still had some doubts, "If I kill him, will he merge with me?", "Can't he get rid of the 'brand' of the Lord of the Wilderness?"
What does this all mean?
Mo Hua was curious and wanted to ask, but in the end he held back.
Villains die from talking too much.
I shouldn't be considered a "villain", but I still have to be cautious in front of the evil fetus. Kill it while it's sick and don't give it a chance to breathe. Otherwise, if I hesitate, I will be the one who gets into trouble.
Furthermore, even if he asked, the evil fetus who was about to die would definitely not tell him.
Mo Hua no longer hesitated, tied the evil fetus with a Shinto lock, and threw it towards the Taoist monument.
The annihilating, terrifying calamity thunder containing the supreme law of heaven is like a bright red "branding iron", obliterating everything about the evil fetus, all its origins and all will...
The evil fetus said nothing, staring at the ink painting with ferocious eyes, and never looked away until his soul was completely destroyed.
"You are so majestic even though you have defeated a general?"
Mo Hua also stared at it confidently.
Until this evil and weird evil god's fetus was completely wiped out, leaving behind an extremely pure and as rich as spring water.
Mo Hua felt relieved and then felt overjoyed.
This major worry has finally been completely eliminated!
His soul was finally completely liberated.
From now on, I won’t be afraid of being contaminated by the evil god, let alone the evil fetus that will suddenly appear with a sinister laugh.
And...
Lots and lots of magic!
It was more than all the divine marrow he had swallowed before combined. It flowed gurglingly like spring water, and it was purer than before.
Mo Hua stretched out his finger, dipped it in and took a sip, as if he had taken a bite of liquefied sunlight, feeling comfortable all over.
He couldn't help but take a few more sips, with a smile on his face. He was just about to enjoy the meal when he suddenly remembered something.
"It's Zishi now, and I'm still outside the mountain gate and haven't returned to the sect."
"Moreover, after two consecutive deadly battles, the pressure on the sea of consciousness is too great, and even the blood will wither."
"If the physical body is gone, it will be useless no matter how strong the spiritual thoughts are. I can't stop being a human being, become a ghost, or become an evil god, right?"
"And to be honest, being a ghost is not that simple. In order for a person to transform into a ghost after death, various conditions such as natural disasters, the hatred of evil people, etc. are required. It is not something that can be cultivated just by wanting to."
"Not to mention the evil god, I don't know how many evils he will cause..."
"It's important to look at the physical body first..."
Mo Hua quickly withdrew from the sea of consciousness and traced his spiritual consciousness back to his physical body.
But as soon as his consciousness returned, he felt pain everywhere in his limbs, his blood and energy were not flowing smoothly, his meridians were a little withered, he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't open his eyes.
It’s over!
Mo Hua's heart dropped.
It was the middle of the night, still in a remote mountain, sparsely visited.
Once the physical body encounters any danger, the trouble will be big.
Mo Hua's heart froze, and then he quickly calmed down and forced himself to open his eyes with a strong will.
But the eyelids felt like they were filled with sand, and they were as heavy as a stone, and they couldn't open them at all.
Mo Hua didn't give up and kept trying. After an unknown amount of time, he endured the severe pain and slowly opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was a gentle face and a pair of soft eyes.
This is...
"Murong...elder?"
Mo Hua was surprised, and then heard Elder Murong say to the side with a voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Ancestor, this child is awake."
"Well." Mr. Xun's old voice sounded from the side, "You can feed the elixir now."
Before Mo Hua came back to his senses, he felt a pair of beautiful, cold fingers with a faint licorice flavor holding a few pills and stuffing them into his mouth.
Before he could taste anything, the elixir rolled down his throat and into his abdomen, turning into a warm medicinal power that blended into his limbs and replenished his blood.
Then, Elder Murong fed him some bitter spiritual liquid.
Then he was fed some unknown elixirs.
Mo Huaguo feels much better, can move his limbs, and his throat is much clearer. He can speak, but his voice is still a little hoarse:
"Thank you, Murong... Elder..."
Elder Murong stroked Mo Hua's forehead with his slender fingers and said with a warm smile:
"It's okay. You didn't say a word and fainted in the outer mountain. You lost too much blood. Fortunately, the old gentleman noticed it early and ordered someone to find you and send you to me..."
Mo Hua's voice was hoarse, and he wanted to say a few words of thanks, but was stopped by Elder Murong, "You haven't recovered yet, so stop talking."
Mo Hua nodded.
"I won't disturb your rest." Elder Murong checked Mo Hua's injuries, stood up lightly, bowed to Mr. Xun, and then retreated gently.
Mr. Xun then walked to Mo Hua's bed and looked at him worriedly.
"I'm causing you... trouble."
Although Elder Murong asked him not to speak, Mo Hua still thanked him hoarsely.
Mr. Xun shook his head, "As long as it's okay."
He took another deep look at Mo Hua, and flashed in his mind the blood, black energy, evil thoughts, and even the intertwining of sword intent on Mo Hua's face just now, and he frowned.
"You... hit an evil spirit?"
Mo Hua nodded obediently, "It hit...a little bit."
"What happens now?"
"Solved..."
Mr. Xun took a look at Mo Hua's eyes and saw that although he looked weak, his eyes were clear and full of divinity. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is there any future trouble?"
Mo Hua shook his head.
"Well, that's good..." Mr. Xun said, then stood up and left, "You have a good rest. If anything happens, just take good care of yourself."
Mo Hua had a sore throat and was speechless. He could only nodded seriously.
Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting from head to toe with his profound gaze. After confirming that this "treasure disciple" of Taixu Sect was really fine, he slowly turned around and left.
But after leaving the alchemy room, Mr. Xun's expression suddenly darkened.
"In this Taixu Mountain, how can evil spirits be attracted for no reason?"
"And the black energy is so strong that it is almost the source of evil. This is extraordinary..."
"And... sword intent?"
Mr. Xun was puzzled.
Mo Hua is not a swordsman, so how could such a strong sword intention appear on his body?
Moreover, this sword intent was complicated and obscure, and there were weird things hidden in it, which made him, the ancestor, feel faintly palpitated.
Where did he learn it?
And who taught him?
……
Old Mr.
"This kid... is too capable of provoking Karma."
"I don't know if my Taixu Sect can be suppressed..."
Mr. Xun shook his head and walked slowly. In just a few steps, his figure disappeared completely and left the alchemy room.
In the alchemy room, Mo Hua still felt a little weak, and his eyelids were as heavy as lead. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.
While Mo Hua was sleeping, he didn't even realize that the Qi of his whole body was changing.
The secret of heaven flows slowly, and the chain of cause and effect emerges, with the appearance of the ink painting as the "foundation", running through his past and leading to his future.
This chain of interlocking cause and effect that exists in the heavenly secrets, traces back to the past, anchors the present, and leads to the future, is his fate.
Mo Hua was sleeping, but his life was trembling.
A pitch-black mist, filled with hatred that was extremely ferocious and as strong as substance after he was killed, crawled into his fate along the chain of cause and effect.
Then, this black mist trembled like a heart, hatched like an embryo, and finally transformed into what it looked like in life:
An evil, dark, terrifying, blackened, young "ink painting".
Followed by a cry that was terrifying enough to frighten ghosts and gods.
"Black Ink Painting" opened his eyes.
It had dark pupils and looked around with pure malice.
A ghost that seems to be there but not at all, and whose body is insignificant and invisible.
There are vicious zombies all over the mountains and plains.
And a corpse king with a bronze head and iron bones, violent blood eyes, majestic and terrifying, full of evil aura.
The evil baby-like black ink painting cried again.
This cry contained a strong intimidating force, carrying the dark wind and whistling past.
The female-looking ghost remained silent, and the zombies in the mountain were as silent as cicadas. Only the corpse king had scarlet eyes and revealed his ferocious fangs.
But the evil infant made no other movements. It just slowly closed its eyes and fell asleep again. Under it, thick black water oozed out, like evil amniotic fluid, swallowing up cause and effect, feeding back on itself, and growing stronger little by little. .
Even though it was just an evil baby, the evil energy it exuded was enough to compete with the blood energy of the Corpse King who commanded the corpses. Black energy and blood energy intertwined into one, covering the sky and the sun.
Under the pervasive evil spirit and blood energy, evil ghosts lurk, the corpse king is entrenched, and the evil infant is sleeping.
The scene in the ink painting of karma is simply worse than hell.
It's just that at this time, under the cover of Taixu Liangyi Lock, no one in the world has the chance to see this terrifying scene of purgatory.
(End of chapter)