Chapter 968 Naked
Shen Qingsheng was heartbroken and struggled: "No, don't kill me!"
"I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, you can't kill me!"
"If you kill me, my father will kill you, and the Shen family will not let you go..."
The ink painting suddenly stopped.
Shen Qingsheng was startled, and then screamed: "You know it's okay to be afraid, hurry up, let me go!"
Mo Hua slowly approached Shen Qingsheng, stretched out his palm and placed it on Shen Qingsheng's head.
Shen Qingsheng was inexplicably frightened, and then he felt a warmth like light, and extremely pure thought power, flowing into his body bit by bit, nourishing his spiritual thoughts, like a blessing from "gods", making him feel like he had never felt before. of strength.
Shen Qingsheng felt happy, and then he was confused, "You...what are you doing?"
Mo Hua said gently: "You are too thin and there is not enough for them to eat."
"I will fatten you up and make you stronger, so that they can eat more and be full."
Fatten up a little? !
Shen Qingsheng was so horrified that his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he roared: "Mo Hua! You evil ghost! Are you still a human being?"
Mo Hua smiled lightly, "I have good intentions and let you have a taste of being eaten flesh, blood sucked, bones broken and marrow sucked..."
This smile is innocent yet profound, sacred yet strange.
Shen Qingsheng looked horrified, and then he realized that he had no idea who this Taixu Sect disciple, who looked innocent, was.
Mo Hua injected his mind power into Shen Qingsheng and watched him become "fat" and "strong" little by little. When he felt that it was almost done, he used his mind power to condense it into a rope and threw Shen Qingsheng into the sky like a kite. .
It's like throwing a piece of meat to a pack of hungry wolves.
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Suddenly, thousands of ghosts and ghosts surged towards Shen Qingsheng, biting his mind and sucking his soul.
The Shen family caused their family to be broken up, separated from their flesh and blood, died in the dark underground, enslaved by evil fetuses, and never saw the light of day.
These people, during their lifetime, wished they could eat the flesh of the Shen family alive and drink the blood of the Shen family.
Now after death, I finally have the souls of the Shen family.
They tasted the sweetness of revenge.
What's more, this is Shen Shouxing's only son.
The resentment that had been accumulated for a long time was finally released, and the blood-soaked cause and effect was also resolved.
The evil spirit and ghost that swallowed up Shen Qingsheng's spiritual thoughts were gradually fading away in their Yin Qi and Killing Qi.
The evil spirit in the entire temple has also weakened a bit.
And these enslaved innocent souls are the nourishment for evil fetuses.
Their grievances were relieved.
The pressure brought by the evil fetus to Mo Hua has also been reduced a lot.
And secretly, Mo Hua also felt a hint of gloomy "gratitude", as if he had settled the old grudges for these evil ghosts and accumulated some good "karma".
Or is this more like a "merit"?
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
He doesn’t know much about merit and doesn’t care much about it...
Follow the way of heaven in everything, rely on heaven's principles, never forget your original intention, and there is no need to deliberately seek merit.
Mo Hua turned and left.
Shen Qingsheng was hung in the sky like a "kite", bitten by thousands of ghosts, swallowing his soul and marrow,
He finally felt the heart-wrenching pain of being squeezed, blood sucked, bones knocked and marrow sucked, and the long pain and despair felt like a dull knife cutting flesh.
Only death greeted him.
Shen Qingsheng watched Mo Hua move away and roared angrily:
"Ink painting!"
"Mo Hua... Even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go!!"
Mo Hua, who was halfway there, was startled when he heard this. He turned his head to look at Shen Qingsheng and smiled calmly: "That's really... a dream come true."
If you were a human being, I would be quite gentle to you.
But if you become a ghost, then you will know how terrifying I am...
……
Shen Qingsheng was swallowed up by the evil ghost, and the consequences of his karma were gradually dispelled.
Mo Hua turned around and left, continuing to walk deeper into the temple.
After walking for a while, there was a sudden wave of spiritual thoughts in the distance. Mo Hua followed the movement and saw not far away, Master Gu and Fan Jin, one with a sword and the other with a hammer, fighting a group of evil ghosts.
They are golden elixir monks, possessing the spiritual consciousness of the golden elixir realm.
But they are not formation masters, their spiritual consciousness lacks training, and they do not know the method of spiritual thought. Therefore, they can only rely on their own spiritual consciousness foundation and instinct to fight against a group of evil ghosts.
At most, he could manifest his natal magic weapon and use it as a weapon.
But in this way, the killing ability is too weak, and it is not fatal to evil spirits.
On the contrary, a group of evil ghosts were waiting around. As long as they caught a flaw, they would rush in and take a bite, chewing a piece of spiritual flesh and blood.
Master Gu and his two men were in unspeakable pain, and their spiritual thoughts were gradually weakening, and they were gradually approaching their limit.
"Damn it...I won't admit it anymore, right? I'll be just a bad guy until the day I die..." Fan Jin was unwilling to give up and hit a wandering spirit with his sledgehammer.
The wandering soul was smashed, twisted a few times, and then restored to its original state.
Fan Jin's scalp was numb, "What the hell are these damn things..."
Master Gu used his long sword to split an evil ghost in half, and then saw that the evil ghost merged together again, and a trace of despair arose in his heart.
This was the first time for the two of them to personally encounter such a ghost at the spiritual level.
This weird existence is beyond ordinary cognition.
And even deeper, there are still unknown how many such evil ghosts there are.
Judging from the current situation, not only could they not save Young Master Mo, but they themselves might also be doomed.
"The cultivation world is really dangerous and unpredictable, with murderous intentions everywhere..."
The evil spirits are still biting and killing me.
The hearts of the two of them were also getting colder a little bit.
Just when they were almost in despair, the evil spirits around them suddenly screamed and turned into birds and beasts and dispersed.
Master Gu and Master Gu were startled and looked at each other, not knowing what had happened. Then they felt lucky to survive the disaster.
But the next moment, both of them were shocked at the same time and suddenly realized something.
The evil spirits are greedy for their flesh and blood and cannot suddenly retreat.
If they retreat, it means that these evil spirits have encountered something more terrifying.
Something more terrifying...
Not far away, a vague but powerful aura came, mixed with strange pressure...
"Coming?!"
The hands and feet of the two people were cold, and their hearts that had just been relieved suddenly felt lifted up again. They all turned their heads to look in horror, and then they saw a child, smiling and waving to them.
"Master Gu, Fan Diansi, I found you."
Master Gu and Fan Diansi were stunned for a long time, and then they slowly came to their senses, "...Little Master Mo?"
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
"How...why do you look like this?" Fan Diansi stuttered.
Mo Hua sighed slightly, "It's a long story..."
Everyone who met him asked this question over and over again, but he was too lazy to answer.
Can't tell the truth.
It's impossible for him to say that he will never grow up because he practiced "Tianyan Jue" and his spiritual thoughts changed...
Master Gu and Fan Diansi were also very sensible and did not ask any further questions.
"Little Master Mo, do you know where this is..." Master Gu asked.
He was still confused about the current situation.
Mo Huayan said concisely: "This is a dream, or more precisely, a nightmare. There is a powerful evil thing sealed in the lonely mountain. This evil thing woke up, so it dragged us all into this nightmare."
Master Gu nodded in understanding.
"What about us now?"
"Let's find Elder Xun first," Mo Hua said.
"Okay." Master Gu and Fan Diansi both nodded.
They have gradually become accustomed to the ink painting.
On the outside, although Mo Hua is very capable, at least it's not obvious on the outside.
But in this dream, Mo Hua seemed to have become smaller, but his whole body revealed an incredible and powerful aura, which made Master Gu and Master Gu convinced.
So, Mo Hua took Master Gu and the two of them and continued walking deeper into the temple.
He could faintly sense another wave of fluctuation in the temple. After walking like this for a while, he found Elder Xun Ziyou not far away.
Elder Xun Ziyou's situation is not good either.
What he faced was a huge ghost with deformed limbs, entangled with resentment, and a ferocious appearance.
Such fierce ghosts are simply not something ordinary golden elixirs can deal with.
Xun Ziyou was born in the Taixu Sect and was an elder of swordsmanship. He was proficient in sword intention. Although he did not learn the orthodox Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art, he was still able to fight with these third-grade ghosts by relying on the pure Taixu Sword Intent that came from the same line. Compete.
But he was clearly at a disadvantage, and the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.
The third-level demons bared their teeth and claws, becoming more and more rampant and rampant.
Xun Ziyou gritted his teeth and persisted, but he couldn't hold on for long.
At this moment, Mo Hua and others came over. Xun Ziyou also saw Mo Hua and the others for the first time. His heart trembled immediately and he said nervously:
"Don't come here, run!"
He was afraid that if he was no match and died in the hands of this evil spirit, Mo Hua and the others would also be doomed.
At this moment, he could only think of a way to hold off this evil spirit and give Mo Hua and the others a chance to escape.
But after Xun Ziyou said this, before Mo Hua and the others made any move, the evil ghost trembled all over, got down on all fours, and ran away with his tail between his legs as hard as he could.
Xun Ziyou was stunned for a long time, not understanding the situation.
He told Mo Hua and the others to run quickly.
But this evil ghost...why is it running away? It's like seeing a "ghost"...
Mo Hua had already walked over and asked, "Elder Xun, are you okay?"
After a hard battle, Xun Ziyou slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay."
No matter what the reason is, just run away.
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He had vaguely guessed that he might have fallen into a nightmare. Since it was a dream, it was always a little upside down.
Fortunately, it's finally gone.
This is a third-grade golden elixir realm ferocious ghost. If it doesn't leave, the next situation may be unpredictable.
Xun Ziyou then turned his head and stared at the ink painting, looking left and right. After looking at it for a long time, he felt it was novel, weird, and cute. He couldn't help but ask:
"Why have you become smaller?"
Mo Hua sighed and said helplessly: "This is how it is in dreams."
"How could this happen in the dream?" Xun Ziyou was a little confused.
Mo Hua originally wanted to give a random reason, but he soon realized that Elder Xun was not an ordinary person. He was an elder of Taixu Sect and an old acquaintance. If the news about his inability to grow up with his spiritual mind was reported back to Taixu Sect, he would Then you will lose a lot of face.
"This is a kind of cultivation of mind." Mo Hua said seriously.
"Cultivation of character?" Xun Ziyou frowned.
Mo Hua nodded and said seriously: "A cultivator should never lose his innocent heart. That's why my spiritual thoughts are like this."
"A cultivator should not lose his...innocent heart..."
Xun Ziyou recited it once, his pupils trembled, and he suddenly remembered the verses of the ancestors of the Taixu Sect, and his heart was surging.
He took a deep look at Mo Hua and nodded.
Mo Hua felt that Elder Xun's reaction was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it for a moment.
After all, we are now in the temple of Xie Fei, so it is not appropriate to stay for a long time.
"Since this is a dream, how can I wake up?" Fan Jin asked.
Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, but he had no clue. Although he was an elder of Taixu Sect, he focused on the art of swordsmanship, and he didn't know much about the various changes in spiritual thoughts.
This is what Xun Zixian is interested in.
Xun Ziyou couldn't help but turn his head and look at Mo Hua.
He knows that in terms of spiritual thoughts, ink painting has good attainments and a knowledge that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said truthfully:
"The root of the nightmare lies deep in this temple. If the root is not solved, everyone will be trapped in this nightmare and never wake up."
Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, frowned and said:
"In that case... let's go to the depths of this temple. Other than that, there seems to be no other way."
But his eyebrows were still very solemn.
The evil ghosts outside are so difficult to deal with, let alone how terrifying the existence deep in the temple is.
But now, there is no choice.
Xun Zi wanted to leave, but Mo Hua shook his head and said: "You can't go, I will go."
Xunzi was startled.
Master Gu and Fan Jin also looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.
Under this situation, Mo Hua did not care about being modest, but said firmly: "If I go in, there is still a chance of survival. If you go in, you will definitely die."
The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water.
Elder Xun Ziyou has always taken good care of himself.
Master Gu and Fan Diansi also helped me a lot.
He didn't want Elder Xun and the others to die gloriously and die in this nightmare.
If you can't do anything about it, that's fine. Since you have this power, it's even less likely that the people around you will make mistakes.
Those who deserve to be killed must die;
There is no room for error in the people you want to save.
If this is not the case, why should we cultivate the Tao and seek the power to reach the heavens?
Mo Hua's eyes are firm, and his small body exudes strong courage.
Xun Ziyou's heart trembled as he looked at the ink paintings. He was silent for a moment, sighed and agreed:
"Okay, I listen to you."
Master Gu and Fan Jin wanted to say something, but when Elder Xun nodded, they could only swallow their words.
Mo Hua nodded. Time was urgent. He no longer explained anything, but turned around and walked towards the deepest part of the temple alone.
After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something. He turned around, looked at Xunzi and the others, and frowned.
He felt that it was not safe for Elder Xun and the others to stay here, so he gathered his spiritual thoughts and drew some Shinto formations:
"You stay in the formation and don't come out."
Xun Ziyou and the others looked surprised and nodded silently.
Mo Hua then left with peace of mind.
Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua's leaving figure, lowered his head again, looked at the exquisite golden formation on the ground, and couldn't help but frown.
"What kind of formation is this..."
In the world of nightmares, these formations under the ink canvas are so impregnable that they actually make him, the Golden Elixir elder, feel a little powerless...
Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, his heart suddenly jumped, and he came up with an incredible guess:
Could it be that the fierce ghost just now escaped with his tail between his legs because he saw the ink painting?
No way...he just built the foundation...
Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment and sighed in his heart:
"After all, I underestimated this child..."
"He is still the old ancestor, with a far-sighted vision and a discerning eye..."
Xun Ziyou raised his head and found that Mo Hua's figure had drifted away and disappeared deep into the temple.
"The ancestors of the Taixu Sect have been blessing us for a long time, and nothing will happen to them..."
……
The deepest part of the temple.
In front of the ink painting stands a golden gate.
Above the gate, there are various gorgeous relief carvings.
But now, these reliefs are covered with a layer of evil, soaked in black blood, stained with rotten flesh, and exuding a sinister atmosphere.
Behind the gate is the evil fetus.
A heart-stopping fluctuation came from behind the door.
The ink painting looked slightly hesitant.
The divine fetus at the peak of the third level was not on the same dimension as ordinary evil spirits at all. To be honest, he didn't have much confidence.
But this is the only way out.
If you want to break the nightmare, you must get rid of this evil fetus.
Fortunately, when he sacrificed Shen Qingsheng before, some causes and effects were resolved and some resentments were resolved, thereby weakening the foundation of the evil fetus to a certain extent.
Without the pain, despair, and the karma of old grudges, the evil fetus will be somewhat weaker.
Although it may not be much weaker, this is the ultimate that ink painting can currently achieve.
The more the weak fight against the strong, the more we must do our best to accumulate every advantage and create victory bit by bit.
Mo Hua took a slow breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door of the temple.
The door was pushed open little by little.
Boundless death energy, bone-chilling cold air, and gloomy evil energy rushed towards his face like a tide.
The ink painting broke through these sinister atmospheres and stepped into the main hall.
The scenes in the palace came into Mo Hua's eyes one by one.
A magnificent and luxurious but strange and outdated palace.
An open dragon coffin stained with dirty flesh and blood.
Kneeling in front of the dragon coffin, his flesh and blood were corroded and turned into nothingness. His body mutated and merged with the dragon's bones. The second elder was already dead.
On the ground, there was a disemboweled body.
It's that Elder Xiong Zhen.
But now, his body has been torn into pieces. A python has its skin broken and is thrown to the ground. There is also a bear claw, which is being chewed by a monster with a deformed back in the middle.
Upon noticing Mo Hua's entrance, the "monster" paused for a moment and slowly turned around.
Mo Hua's pupils trembled.
This is a deformed, chaotic, twisted, hatched monster mixed with various kinds of flesh and blood.
It was tall, bleeding with black blood, and had out-of-control, deformed tumors.
And its face was narrow and sinister, with black and red eyes, revealing cold cruelty and pure evil thoughts.
This is... Mr. Huangshan!
The evil fetus's true form is a blackened, corrupted creature, mixed with the flesh and blood of various demons...Huangshan Jun.
(End of chapter)