Chapter 967: The injustice is over
Strong, gloomy, and ferocious evil thoughts came.
For a moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, colors changed in all directions, and the vision of the consciousness began to distort, deform, and become eclipsed, as if falling into a gloomy abyss, which was suffocating.
Under the sweep of such huge evil thoughts, everyone's souls were trembling, and even the golden elixir at its peak could not hold on. One after another, their eyes were blank, their halls turned black, and they slowly fell to the ground.
The ink painting lasted the longest, but only reluctantly.
It was as if there was an evil force of thought that was constantly twisting the space of his sea of consciousness, pulling his consciousness away from himself.
Seeing Elder Xun and the others falling to the ground one by one, Mo Hua couldn't hold on anymore.
He gave up resistance and allowed the evil force to incarnate his spiritual thoughts, withdrawing from the sea of consciousness and bringing him into another unknown realm.
The surrounding scene is like the mixed emotions of thousands of people.
Colorful and bizarre.
Full of feelings of separation, coldness, resentment, deformity, etc.
The world twists, breaks, blurs, and then is reconstructed.
When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found himself in an illusory nightmare world.
There is still a huge temple all around.
This temple was similar to the one he had just seen in this world.
Everywhere is magnificent, with gorgeous pavilions and majestic pavilions, but it is filled with a strong, gloomy, and dark atmosphere of evil thoughts.
Dirty black water soaked in golden pavilions.
The rotten flesh transformed from evil thoughts hangs on the eaves.
Between the walls, there are deformed and ugly eyes, full of despair, peeping at something.
There are still ghosts in the sky, flying like dark clouds.
Seeing such a scene around him, Mo Hua took a slight breath, then his eyes were slightly sharp, and his mind was turning:
"The body of the second elder was destroyed, the witchcraft was broken, the dragon lock was shattered, the evil fetus must have awakened..."
"Its evil thoughts were so strong that in just a moment, it filled the temple, distorted the world, and sucked everyone's consciousness into its nightmare."
"The nightmare is the world of the evil fetus. If the evil fetus does not die, the nightmare will not break."
"Everyone is trapped in this nightmare. The only ending is to be swallowed up by evil fetuses one by one and become the nourishment of the nightmare..."
"In other words, this is a fatal situation..."
"Is this the purpose of that pale, strange human demon?"
"It wants to kill everyone and let everyone die in this nightmare..."
Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the temple that was filled with the power of the evil god, sacred and solemn, but also corrupt, dirty and depraved, his expression gradually became serious.
This is the largest and most realistic evil nightmare he has ever seen so far.
The evil thoughts permeating the nightmare are as strong as reality.
Mo Hua frowned.
"The evil fetus at the peak of the third level..."
Even though he has powerful spiritual consciousness, Taoist spiritual thoughts, and has also practiced Taixu Sect's God-Slaying Sword Style, he still doesn't know how to kill such a terrifying existence.
Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment, then sighed slightly.
"Let's find Elder Xun and Master Gu first..."
Elder Xun and the others must have been sucked into this evil fetus nightmare, and they don't know where they are now.
Although they are golden elixirs, they do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness or cultivate their spiritual thoughts. Their own spiritual thoughts are exposed to such a dangerous evil nightmare, which is extremely dangerous.
Once in danger, life or death is uncertain.
Elder Xun and the others were involved in this evil fetus incident in order to save themselves.
Both emotionally and rationally, Mo Hua must ensure their safety.
As for the evil fetus at the peak of the third level, just take it one step at a time...
Mo Hua observed the nightmare, estimated the direction, and began to walk along the steps in front of him, step by step towards the depths of the temple.
Fortunately, the virtual world of spiritual thoughts is built on the physical world.
There will be differences between the two, but the overall difference is not big.
Mo Hua has walked the road to the final temple once in this world, and now that he walks it again, he roughly knows the direction.
The golden steps were stained with black blood.
The ink painting restrained its breath, concealed its spiritual thoughts, and hid its golden essence, just like an ordinary child stepping on these steps and walking up step by step.
There are monsters and monsters all around, with strange shapes, flying in the sky and escaping from the ground, and dancing wildly.
But no one can see through his miracles.
In this way, Mo Hua kept moving forward until he reached a golden dojo.
The location and layout of this dojo are exactly the same as those outside, but the only difference is that there are no longer bronze men in the dojo, but the innocent souls bound by the bronze men, one after another.
These innocent souls were trapped in the bronze figures and worshiped at the temple in the distance.
They are struggling, wailing, and moaning.
The pain and despair in them turned into nutrients and flowed deep into the temple.
He was a slave and exploited during his lifetime.
After death, he became an innocent soul, and his pain and despair were squeezed out of him to support the evil fetus.
This is the logic behind how the temple operates.
This is also the truth about Gushan.
There was a hint of compassion in Mo Hua's eyes.
Suddenly a miserable scream sounded, and Mo Hua followed the sound, and saw in the distance several lonely wild ghosts that had broken free from the shackles of the bronze men. Their eyes were blood red and their mouths were drooling. They were gnawing and tearing like wild dogs. Biting someone.
This man is a young man with fair face and weak breath. He is Shen Qingsheng.
At this time, Shen Qingsheng was looking panicked, waving the long sword in his hand to drive away the lonely soul biting him.
This long sword is the embryo of his natal magic weapon, which he has kept with him for many years. Therefore, it can also be manifested in nightmares, but its power is not very strong. At least it is very difficult to deal with ordinary ghosts.
"The ghost that broke free from the shackles of the bronze man is biting Shen Qingsheng..."
Mo Hua looked around and felt somewhat clear.
Shen Qingsheng is Shen Shouxing's son.
Shen Shouxing was the culprit who killed more than 100,000 casual cultivators in Gushan.
There is bloody cause and effect in it.
Therefore, Shen Qingsheng was absorbed into the nightmare and landed near this dojo, which immediately made the ghosts around him angry and crazy.
They desperately broke away from the shackles of the bronze man and demanded their lives from Shen Qingsheng.
I want to eat him alive and make him lose his soul.
Good and evil are rewarded, and cause and effect are established.
Mo Hua didn't want to worry about it. He wanted to leave just like that, but when he turned around, he was suddenly startled. After thinking about it, he decided to save Shen Qingsheng.
He released a trace of coercion and drove away the evil spirits.
And he used his spiritual thoughts to condense the formation patterns and seal these wronged souls into the bronze man again.
The innocent spirit dissipated, but Shen Qingsheng was still in shock. He waved his sword in his hand and shouted:
"Go away, you despicable things, you short-lived poor devils, don't touch me, go away..."
After a while, Shen Qingsheng noticed that the evil spirit had dispersed, his face was blank, he didn't know what happened, and then he felt ecstatic in his heart.
"It must be the blessing of the ancestors of the Shen family..."
Shen Qingsheng turned pale and murmured, "We can't stay in this damn place..."
Just as he was about to run, he turned around and saw another person in front of him.
"Child?"
Shen Qingsheng looked surprised. When he saw his face clearly, his pupils trembled, "Are you... Mo Hua?!"
Mo Hua said lightly "Hmm".
"Why...are you like this?" Shen Qingsheng was a little unbelievable.
"This is a dream, and dreams have no shape."
Mo Hua was too lazy to explain so much, so he simply said.
Shen Qingsheng looked at the ink painting with gloomy eyes.
On the surface, Mo Hua is just an ordinary, powerless kid.
Has he regressed?
Should I kill him now?
Shen Qingsheng thought silently in his heart.
There was a lot of grudge between him and Mo Hua, and even the bad luck in Gushan was ultimately caused by Mo Hua.
If it weren't for Mo Hua, he wouldn't have been able to come to Gushan. Naturally, he wouldn't have been caught by those damn tomb robbers, taken to this tomb to suffer, and suffered all kinds of humiliation and persecution.
The source of all this lies in ink painting.
He wished that Mo Hua died.
"I killed him in my dream. I wonder if he will die directly in reality..."
Shen Qingsheng looked at the "young" ink painting with a sinister look.
But he hesitated.
The scene of Mo Hua killing Mr. Pi is still vivid in his mind.
He has never taken any advantage in Mo Hua's hands.
At this time in the dream, although Mo Hua looked weak, there was an elusive calmness about him.
Shen Qingsheng was not sure whether to take action or not.
Mo Hua looked at him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked: "How much do you know about the Shen family?"
"What about the Shen family?"
"Mass graves."
Shen Qingsheng's eyelids twitched, "I only have Zhuji, and I am in my twenties. How can I know about family affairs..."
Mo Hua nodded.
Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.
He ignored Shen Qingsheng and walked straight towards the dojo where there were bronze figures and innocent souls everywhere.
Shen Qingsheng asked in shock: "Where are you going?" "Deep in the temple."
"Where can I get out?"
"It's possible."
Shen Qingsheng didn't know what was going on, but Mo Hua had always been smart and cunning, and the path he took was, if not a way out, at least a way out.
This place is full of innocent souls who choose people to eat.
Shen Qingsheng didn't want to stay here anymore, so he followed Mo Hua and walked forward.
Mo Hua walked a few steps and looked back at him, "You want to follow me?"
Shen Qingsheng sneered, "The road is right here. If you can walk on it, I can't?"
Mo Hua glanced at him silently, nodded and said: "Okay, you can follow me."
He pointed a finger, and a shallow golden light appeared into lines of divine mist formations, part of which was engraved on Shen Qingsheng's body, and part of which was painted on himself.
"This is a formation used to conceal the aura." Mo Hua said, "Don't break it. Once the formation is broken, the aura will leak out and attract ghosts, and no one can save you."
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Shen Qingsheng looked at the golden formation patterns on his body and was shocked:
"This kid named Mo Hua can draw formations in his dreams? Fortunately, he didn't do it rashly just now..."
"Okay." Shen Qingsheng nodded.
Mo Hua continued walking deeper into the dojo.
He had searched outside, but there was no trace of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Fan Diansi. So, they should be deeper in the temple.
That is exactly where the evil fetus is.
"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe and sound..."
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
So Mo Hua walked in front, Shen Qingsheng followed him, and the two walked step by step through the golden bronze dojo and walked deeper into the temple.
Along the way, golden bronze figures are everywhere.
Above the bronze man, there are many souls who have been bound, sealed, and squeezed out of pain and despair, struggling with sorrow on their faces.
They seemed to be vaguely aware of the cause and effect of deep hatred, and they were walking past them.
But because of the divine mist formation in the ink painting, they couldn't sense Shen Qingsheng's aura, so they could only roar and roar like crazy.
The hatred as deep as blood was suppressed.
Amazing anger is brewing.
Shen Qingsheng felt more and more uneasy as he walked. Seeing the ugly bronze figures and the ferocious ghosts around him, he couldn't help but curse:
"These things are ugly and cheap. I really don't know what they are doing here..."
Mo Hua couldn't help but stop, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qingsheng with cold eyes, "These are all the 'masterpieces' of your Shen family..."
"I don't know what you are talking about... what is the masterpiece of my Shen family?" Shen Qingsheng looked a little uncomfortable.
"Your father just said it himself," Mo Hua said.
Shen Qingsheng was startled, "What did my father say?"
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he remembered that when Shen Shouxing told the scandal about the Shen family, this Shen Qingsheng seemed to have been possessed by a "demon in the Taoist heart", and he was so confused that he didn't hear anything.
It seems that he doesn't know what his father did back then.
Mo Hua didn't say anything, but continued to move forward.
Under the protection of the divine mist formation, the two walked for a while, getting closer and closer to the exit of the dojo. The dragon-headed gate of the Great Wilderness Temple was also looming, floating in the distance.
But the yin energy around him became stronger and stronger.
It seems that because Shen Qingsheng is about to leave this dojo safely, these wronged souls secretly sense that their century-old grudges and bloody feuds, this bloody cause and effect, will never be resolved, so they all become angry and mad, roaring with hatred.
They are desperate to break free from the shackles of the bronze man. Even if their thoughts are cut off by the shackles of the bronze man and their limbs are torn apart, they will not give up.
The entire dojo began to tremble, and the resentment of the wronged souls surged like a tidal wave.
Finally, with the sound of breaking.
An innocent soul tore the bronze man into pieces, but it was cut off at the waist, leaving only half of its body. Despite this, it still charged towards Mo Hua and the two men with a ferocious look.
This is the first one, then the second one, then the third one...
The sound of breaking that imprisoned the bronze man came and went one after another.
More and more innocent souls broke free from their restraints and roared together like a tide.
But covered by the ink-painted divine mist array, they could not find the location of their "enemy", so they could only rage with anger.
Dark clouds covered the sky and the earth.
Drawn by cause and effect, among the black clouds, there was an even bigger third-level ghost with fangs and a ferocious face, slowly appearing.
The perception of the third-level ghost is much stronger than that of ordinary wronged souls, so it can faintly see the two figures hidden under the divine mist formation.
The fear of life and death enveloped his heart, and Shen Qingsheng was terrified.
"Run!"
Shen Qingsheng said in a trembling voice, and then ran wildly.
Mo Hua followed him.
The innocent souls all over the sky, sensing a slight fluctuation of aura, began to slowly sweep toward them.
But in the end it was too late.
In less than a stick of incense, Shen Qingsheng had already run out of the dojo, stepped onto the steps of the temple, and was out of the range of the innocent soul seeking his life.
Shen Qingchang let out a long sigh of relief, and then turned to look at Mo Hua. Upon seeing this, his expression immediately changed and he said in horror:
"Ink painting, behind!"
Mo Hua was startled and turned around to look, but before he saw anything, a sword tip pierced his chest.
A long sword pierced the divine mist formation pattern on his body and penetrated his chest.
Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Qingsheng.
Shen Qingsheng's facial features were distorted and his face was ferocious, "Go to hell, you little beast!"
Mo Hua looked puzzled, "Why..."
"Why?" Shen Qingsheng smiled ferociously, "Why? I have wanted to kill you for a long time. Do you think I am joking with you? What's more, although I don't know what my father said to you, I Shen You seem to already know the secret of the family, so I can’t keep you here..."
Mo Hua's pupils shrank, "Did you know about those things about the Shen family from the beginning?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, "My father kept it secret from me and didn't tell me. He thought I wouldn't be able to find out?"
"Isn't it just murder? How big a deal is it?"
"What's more, those lowly mining repairmen were killed, what's the big deal?"
"Can the life of a servant be life?"
Mo Hua looked calm and said: "This is all what your father taught you?"
Shen Qingsheng sneered, "Do we still need to be taught this kind of thing?"
"Who am I? I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, and I was born to be a master!"
"Since people are superior to others, they must have the consciousness of being superior to others."
"Those despicable people only want to be humble to me. Even if they treat me as the dogs of the Shen family, they still want to see my face."
"My father worked so hard to let me live a life like this, isn't it?"
"The funny thing is that my father killed so many people back then and his hands were full of blood before he could reach the position of a powerful elder."
"On the contrary, he told me every day that he should follow the right path, practice diligently, be kind to others, and sympathize with the weak."
Shen Qingsheng suddenly sneered, "I don't even know what he is teaching me. Doesn't he think these sanctimonious words are ridiculous when he says them himself?"
"Those lowly casual cultivators have lived in poverty all their lives. What is there to sympathize with?"
The ink painting looked indifferent, "The prosperity of your Shen family and your fine clothing and food are all based on their poverty."
Shen Qingsheng was stunned for a moment, then sneered:
"Then blame them for their lack of ability. No matter whether they are poor or miserable, it is their fate and they deserve it. What does it have to do with my Shen family?"
As soon as these words came out, the ghosts gathered in the dojo and screamed.
The huge ghost also appeared.
Mo Hua's chest was penetrated by a long sword.
Shen Qingsheng smoothly pushed the ink painting into the dojo, into the center where the ghosts of injustice were raging and the evil energy was dense.
"Since you care about these poor ghosts who died in Gushan, then use yourself to feed them..."
Shen Qingsheng said with a cruel smile.
The divine mist array drawn by Mo was broken, his aura was exposed, and his chest was penetrated by a long sword, making him unable to escape.
The thin body was overtaken by thousands of vicious ghosts and surrounded bit by bit.
The huge and terrifying ghost also came behind Mo Hua and opened its bloody mouth.
The smile on Shen Qingsheng's face became more and more proud.
But in just a moment, the smile on his face gradually cooled down, and was replaced by unbelievable panic.
In his eyes, the ferocious ghosts of injustice filled the sky, whistling and roaring around the ink painting, like a monstrous tsunami, almost ready to swallow everything.
But none of them dared to really get close to the ink painting.
Even after the huge fierce ghost opened its bloody mouth at the ink painting, I don't know if it noticed something. There was fear in its ugly eyes, and it backed away little by little.
Ghosts and monsters danced wildly, covering the sky and the earth.
That small figure stood firm, impervious to all ghosts.
It's like a little king of hell suppressing the underworld.
A huge chill spread from the bottom of his heart little by little. Shen Qingsheng's pupils slowly dilated and he struggled to turn around and run away.
But a golden light flashed.
A golden sword shot through the air, pierced Shen Qingsheng's thigh, and pinned him firmly to the ground.
Shen Qingsheng struggled a few times, and the more he struggled, the more painful it became, so he turned his head hurriedly.
With a nonchalant expression, Mo Hua pulled out Shen Qingsheng's plotting sword from his chest, pinched it lightly with his fingers, and crushed it into powder.
"Your Taoist heart is rotten..."
Shen Qingsheng looked horrified.
Mo Hua stretched out his white palm and grasped the void.
Light blue water with a hint of blood-colored evil energy emerged, and the suffocating water prison technique condensed, tightly binding Shen Qingsheng, and then dragged it bit by bit towards the dojo, bit by bit, towards the covetous eyes of thousands of innocent souls in the mouth.
"You should pay your father's debt first..."
In the lonely mountain, thousands of innocent souls who died tragically were suffocated, and then they screamed and hissed, the dark wind blew back, and they were crazy with excitement.
(End of chapter)