Chapter 876 Suicide
Mo Hua heard that Xie Fei was anxious.
The enemy is anxious, which means that he has done the right thing.
The fact that the enemy is in a hurry means that you are doing the right thing.
Mo Hua slashed harder.
The ancient sword intention in the bamboo sword turned into a deep, heavy, virtual and real giant sword, as if it was too empty, and it slashed hard on his life soul.
It was like being cut in half with a sword.
A huge pain came.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth and frowned, enduring the tearing pain of "killing his life and soul by himself".
But the evil fetus is more painful than him.
There are seven souls hidden in the life soul of the ink painting.
He only killed one soul, the Fushiya soul where the evil fetus resided.
As for the evil fetus parasitizing in Mo Hua's life soul, there is only one soul, so Mo Hua only killed one-seventh of himself.
But what was killed was all of the evil fetus.
The pain of the evil fetus was at least seven times that of his, and the injuries were also seven times that of his.
Thinking about it, Mo Hua suddenly felt that it didn’t hurt that much anymore.
"This little lamb dares to jump in my face and disturb my Taoist mind. I will make it look good now!"
Mo Hua was cruel and struck three more times with his sword.
These three swords were so powerful and heavy that they slashed the evil infant's heart to pieces, howling sharply, and then cursed angrily:
"You desperate little beast! You really are Do you want to die? ”
"If you kill your soul, aren't you afraid that the soul will disappear and your body will die?!"
Mo Hua ignored the evil infant.
He does things relatively simply. He can usually do things with his hands and never talk.
Let the other party be unable to move their hands before you speak again.
If you really can't defeat others, you will only speak.
But in the current situation, it is obvious that I have the upper hand. "The advantage is mine", so talking about it is just a waste of time.
Mo Hua struck another blow with his sword.
The evil baby screamed in pain, and knowing that Mo Hua was determined, he screamed: "Don't forget, I am you, you are me, if you kill me, you will be killed." "Myself."
"Nonsense."
Mo Hua said indifferently, and then slashed with his sword.
The heartbreaking pain spread to Mo Hua's soul, and at the same time, it spread to the evil infant seven times.
The evil infant was mad with pain, and finally with a ferocious look on his face, he used all his strength to forcefully break through the Shinto seal under the ink canvas, and exposed his head from his body, wanting to take a breather.
The evil baby showed up.
At the same time, behind Mo Hua, another head "grew" out of thin air, dark, dirty, ugly and evil.
It is the head of the evil infant.
The moment the evil baby showed his head, Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
His little hand reached out, as fast as lightning, and grabbed behind him, directly grabbing the Evil Infant's neck. Without saying a word, he grabbed the evil infant by the neck and ran towards the Taoist monument.
On the Taoist monument, the bright red thunderbolt is shocking.
The evil infant was suddenly choked by Mo Hua, and immediately felt a chill in his heart, "He was tricked by this brat!"
Then it sensed the bright red on the Taoist monument. The aura of destruction made his heart even more horrified.
The evil fetus immediately endured the pain without thinking, peeled off a layer of skin, and turned into a puddle of black water. At the critical moment, it finally merged into the life soul of the ink painting.
When Mo Hua put his hand in front of Jie Lei, the evil infant strangled in his hand had disappeared.
Only some thick black water remains.
It seems to have been removed by the Evil Infant.
“Shedding?”
Mo Hua frowned.
Where did this little lamb learn his skills? Didn't it do this before?
Or is this also one of its natal magical powers, slowly awakening with its memory?
Ink painting is deeply difficult, but also a bit regretful.
"Almost..."
First, use the training method of the God-Slaying Sword to kill your own life soul, causing the evil infant unbearable pain and forcing it out of the Fuya Soul.
Then, while it is angry and distracted, with lightning speed, you can quickly catch it and destroy it with the Tribulation Thunder, eliminating future troubles forever.
Unfortunately, this evil infant is too smart, and at some point, he learned this weird "sloughing" method.
It responds a little slower.
Or it won't "shed".
It's dead this time.
The "duck" he got flew away, and Mo Hua was very unhappy.
But this time, after the evil infant merged into Mo Hua's life soul, there was no sound at all, and he did not dare to reveal a breath at all.
Mo Hua said: "Hey, come out."
"Weren't you very arrogant before?"
The evil infant remained silent.
"If you don't come out, I will kill you again." Mo Hua said.
But even so, the Evil Infant still huddled in Fu Ya Po, not daring to show any movement.
What an evil fetus, it was frightened into a frightened bird.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, mobilized the ancient sword intention, and struck another sword towards his soul.
The sword was very painful, and the Evil Infant finally couldn't bear it any longer. It said viciously:
"Okay, just kill it..."
"The evil thoughts come from me. Tools, immortal and immortal, I want to see which of us has a harder life, and see who will die first..."
After that, it went dormant completely.
No matter how Mo Hua slashed it, it never made any sound.
It was not easy for Mo Hua to behead him anymore, because it would really hurt to cut off his own soul.
If the evil infant was beheaded and screamed, he would feel better if he had a comparison.
But now that the evil infant is "pretending to be dead", if he continues to behead him, he will only feel his own pain.
The ink painting stopped.
When he stopped, the cracks in his soul that were cut by the ancient sword felt as painful as a knife.
Mo Hua covered his head, his body trembling with pain.
"It's over, I cut too much..."
It was not obvious when I cut, but after the cut, the remaining pain began to come back bit by bit.
The pain is getting worse.
Mo Hua quickly mobilized his spiritual thoughts and used the remaining spiritual essence to repair the wounds on his soul.
The marrow slowly seeps into the body, like a universal elixir, repairing the wounds on the soul of the ink painting.
At this moment, it seemed that the aura of the divine marrow was sensed, and the evil fetus made some strange movements, and there was also a hint of greed.
But in the end, I still didn’t dare to show my head and steal the essence of the ink painting.
"You know what's going on..."
Mo Hua snorted coldly.
But then, his heart was not relaxed.
This time I taught this little lamb a lesson, but the final result was a bit "lose-lose".
Of course, the evil fetus suffered more defeats.
Compared with the evil fetus, I am considered a "small defeat".
But continuing like this is not an option...
Although he had contained the evil fetus's arrogance, his soul had also been damaged to a certain extent.
Quenching the soul with a sword and killing the soul itself, as Patriarch Dugu said, it is an extremely dangerous way of practice.
I can’t stand it, let alone others.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart.
Those Taixu Sect seniors who have not followed the enlightenment path of spiritual consciousness, and whose spiritual thoughts have not been enlightened, can rely on their own efforts to successfully cultivate the "God-killing Style" because of their strong talent, strong character, and The high level of understanding is enough to be admired.
It is too difficult to kill one's own soul...
"Then do you want to continue learning this god-killing style?"
Mo Hua frowned. .
He sat cross-legged on the ground, thought deeply for a while, and silently strengthened his thoughts.
You still have to keep learning.
Even if your soul is injured, you must learn.
If it was normal, it would be fine. He would learn it later, or follow the teachings of Patriarch Dugu, learn the God-Slaying Style step by step, and learn it slowly. It would not have much impact.
But it’s different now.
The evil fetus is parasitic in his life soul, nourished by his sea of consciousness, and is slowly awakening his magical power and awakening his memory. From any angle, it is a huge hidden danger.
This hidden danger must be eliminated.
This evil fetus also forced him to learn the God-Slaying Style.
If you don’t learn and can’t kill this evil baby, then as long as something happens in the future and this evil baby takes advantage of it, you will most likely be completely polluted and become a slave of the Great Wilderness Evil God. puppet.
That’s why learning the Divine Sword is a must!
My opponent is an evil fetus, or even an evil god in the future.
Although the Dao Monument and Tribulation Thunder are both in his own sea of consciousness, they are still considered "foreign objects".
The "God-Slaying Sword" is the only one that he can actively control, and can counter or even kill the evil god.
Your life must be in your own hands.
Mo Hua has a firm gaze.
The only problem now is the injuries left after the life soul killed itself.
The divine marrow can repair the injuries of the divine soul, but after several injuries to the divine soul, there is not much marrow left in Mo Hua's hand.
With the lack of spiritual essence, Mo Hua’s current spiritual enlightenment is also a little weaker to a certain extent.
The incarnation of Divine Mind is far less golden than before.
"That's a problem..."
Currently, I don't have the means to replenish my divine essence. In addition, I am controlled by the evil fetus, and I have to spend a lot of time learning formations and swords. Law, let alone looking for an altar everywhere.
Mo Hua frowned.
At this moment, he realized that his hands were dirty and sticky. When he looked down, he realized that there was black mucus on his palms.
It seems to be the bloody skin that the evil fetus shed just now after forcibly escaping.
This black water is so dirty that the ink paintings are a bit disgusting.
After a moment, he suddenly froze, his eyes lit up slightly, and he threw these filthy "bloody skins" onto the Taoist monument and killed them with a thunderous strike.
A slight, demon-like and terrifying wailing sound sounded.
Afterwards, the black energy evaporated, the evil thoughts were purged, and pure golden marrow flowed out of the originally filthy blood skin.
Moreover, this golden color is deeper and purer than all the divine essences he had obtained before, with a hint of crystal.
Mo Hua wiped the essence off with his fingers, put it in his mouth and licked it, his eyes immediately lit up.
“It’s too pure!”
Unfortunately, the amount was too small. He sucked it a few times and it was gone.
The meaning of the ink painting is still unfinished, but an idea suddenly dawned:
"I almost forgot that the evil fetus is the embryo of the Great Wild Evil God, so it must have an extremely rich divine marrow..."
The evil fetus is parasitic. In one's own soul.
In other words, it is a "treasure house of divine marrow" hidden in one's own soul.
It's just that you have to find a way to get the essence in this treasure house...
Mo Hua's eyes sparkled immediately.
This divine sword must be learned!
If you kill the evil fetus, you will have good food to eat!
How to kill it?
Mo Hua pondered for a moment and gradually came up with an idea.
To a certain extent, the God-Slaying Sword is also "self-mutilation", so it should not be done too hastily. Just kill one sword a day to avoid overloading the soul and causing too serious injuries.
Only one sword strike in one day.
Use this sword that "quenches the gods with the sword and kills the soul of life", understand the meaning of the sword and practice the style of the sword.
As time goes by, every drop of water wears away the stone.
Sooner or later, one day, I will be able to completely kill this evil fetus! And if you can rely on your own strength, use your own spiritual thoughts, and implement Taixu's sword intention to kill this evil fetus, then to a certain extent it means...
My own God-Slaying Sword, not to mention a great success, is at least a small one!
This evil fetus is not only a "sandbag" for me to practice the Divine Sword, but also a "touchstone" for me to test the strength of the Divine Sword.
Once the evil fetus is completely killed, a large amount of divine marrow can be obtained.
Having such pure and rich spiritual essence is enough to repair the injuries accumulated over many years of self-sacrifice.
Misfortunes are where blessings depend.
This evil fetus is a disaster, but it also happens to be my opportunity to cultivate the Divine Sword!
Mo Hua was full of emotions for a moment, but he remained calm in his expression, and even looked embarrassed, muttering in pain:
"The backlash of this sword move is too serious, it would have been too long ago." If you know, there’s no need..."
This sentence was naturally heard by the evil infant in his life soul.
Xie Ying only sneered, seeming to be mocking Mo Hua for his recklessness and ignorance.
If you kill your own soul, do you think that you are one of the five degenerates of heaven and human beings, and you have achieved enlightenment?
It is true that the ignorant are fearless...
It originally thought that Mo Hua would stop after realizing that it hurt, but it never expected that this kid would never die of evil intentions. From then on, Cut yourself off with a sword every day.
Not much, just one sword.
Of course, this mere sword cannot kill it, it is more like a kind of spur and humiliation.
The evil infant was angry, but he could only endure it silently.
It is waiting, waiting for Mo Hua to continue "seeking death" like this. Once one day, he kills himself too much, he will inevitably experience a change in his path and usher in a catastrophe.
When the time comes, it will be your chance...
The evil baby grinned, but before he finished smiling, Mo Hua scolded him:
"Be honest with me. Click!”
“Your expression is reflected on my face, don’t think I don’t know you are smiling sinisterly…”
The evil infant’s face turned black for a moment.
......
After that, Mo Hua continued to kill himself with a sword every day.
A few days later, when the seven-day period came again, Mo Hua was broken through the void by Dugu Patriarch, captured and taken to the back mountain to teach swordsmanship.
After the transmission, Patriarch Dugu looked at the ink painting. Seeing that the ink painting looked a little tired, he frowned and said:
"Have you hurt your soul?"
The ink painting definitely can't He admitted, just shook his head and said: "I have learned a lot of formations recently, and my spiritual consciousness has been excessively exhausted, so I am a little tired."
Dugu Patriarch was silent for a moment, not having any doubts.
The appearance of the ink painting can be said to be that the soul is injured, or that the consciousness is excessively depleted.
But according to common sense, monks whose souls are injured often have dull eyes, confused minds, and often tingling pain in the sea of consciousness. The symptoms are much more serious than ink paintings.
Although the ink painting is a little tired, the energy is still quite high.
Dugu Patriarch didn’t pay much attention, but he still specifically warned, “Cultivating Taoism pays attention to water droplets penetrating stone, and there is no need to overwork yourself.”
“There are also sword marks on the bamboo slip, which contains hidden meanings. The ancient sword intention of Taixu Sect is actually not something you can understand now. Even if you can’t understand it, don’t be discouraged.”
"You only need to meditate on it all the time and be influenced by this sword intention. It will be of great benefit to you in the future to truly learn the 'God-Slaying Sword'."
Mo Hua said sincerely: "Thank you, ancestor, for your teaching!"< br>
Dugu Patriarch nodded, "Go back."
"Well," Mo Hua bowed his hands and saluted, "Disciple leaves."
Then he was sent away by Dugu Patriarch again. Returned to his disciple's residence.
After returning to the disciple's residence, there was still some time before dawn. Mo Hua seized the time and sank his consciousness into the sea of consciousness again, practicing some formations on the Taoist monument.
After practicing the formation, it was almost dawn, Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of consciousness, took out the bamboo slip, visualized the sword shape, and cut himself with the sword.
This sword hurts.
Mo Hua grimaced in pain, and then said silently in his heart: "The evil fetus hurts more than me, the evil fetus hurts more than me..."
Sure enough, after a while, the pain eased a lot.
But after finishing the beheading, Mo Hua suddenly remembered the advice that Patriarch Dugu had given him just now, especially about the ancient Taixu Sword Intent on the bamboo slips.
He always felt that there was a slight dissonance in his heart.
It seems that the ancestor’s words are slightly conflicting with my own understanding.
But where the conflict lies, Mo Hua cannot tell clearly.
A trace of worry emerged in Mo Hua's mind:
"I can't...have I learned something wrong again?"
Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and realized it was impossible.
The fireball technique was learned incorrectly because of my special spiritual consciousness.
I learned the Huajian style crookedly because I didn’t inherit it.
The reason why I learned the Jingshenjian wrongly is because no one taught me...
Now proficient in the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords, Patriarch Dugu, who sits on the mountain behind Taixu Gate, gave himself bamboo slips of swordsmanship and taught himself himself.
You can’t possibly do it yourself, are you learning wrong?
Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
What's more, I clearly followed the eight words of "quenching the spirit with the sword, killing the soul of one's own life".
Not a single word is wrong!
How is it possible to learn wrongly?
Mo Hua was completely relieved.
The morning sun rises, the bright sunshine shines into the disciples' residence, and a new day begins again.
After refreshing his mind through "cutting oneself with a sword", Mo Hua cheered up and started a new practice.
He remembered Mr. Xun's instructions and ignored other things, practicing with peace of mind and learning formations.
But during the days when he was practicing peacefully, the entire Qianxue State was in turmoil.
Too Amen.
In the head's palace, head Tai'a and several elders were discussing matters.
"Master, the negotiations have failed..."
"The four major sects are putting pressure, and Dao Tingsi is not letting go. The Yanzhizhou matter cannot be suppressed at all. He just wants to There is no way to slow down..."
Another elder sighed: "Our original intention is to 'cut our flesh and feed it to the eagles', to transfer some of the sect's interests in exchange for some opportunities."
"Those disciples who got on the Rouge Boat and violated the laws of the Taoist court and the sect's rules will not be punished, but will wait until this Dao discussion conference before punishing them."
"After all, The sect's restructuring is imminent, and this first Dao discussion conference is of great significance."
"But... alas..."
An elder said: "It's useless. This is obviously a trap. Almost all the geniuses of our Tai'a sect are included in it."
The head of Tai'a immediately sneered and said: "What kind of genius? Age? Qingqing, if they don’t practice well, follow others around the brothels, and do shady things, do they deserve to be called Tianjiao?”
He is tall and burly, with dark complexion, square eyebrows, straightforward speech, and good temper. Not very good either.
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and then he said angrily:
“If it weren’t for the Dao Discussion Conference coming soon, I would have listened to your advice and taken care of the interests of the sect and killed these beasts long ago. If you have lost your cultivation and have been expelled from Tai Amen, why do you need to go around like this and accept the arrogance of the four major sects and Dao Tingsi? "
Other elders did not dare to interrupt.
On the contrary, an older elder with senior qualifications sighed softly:
"The world is full of lust and colors. They are young, unstable in Taoism, and strong-blooded. How can they possibly experience it?" Resist the temptation. "
"What's more, some disciples were obviously framed. They were either coerced or coerced, and it was their first time to go on that boat."
" We, the elders, have been negligent and neglected to take precautions, and we cannot escape our responsibility..."
The head of Tai'a did not refute.
Not only the elder, but also the leader has a responsibility.
I always thought that I could take this opportunity of sect restructuring to make further progress, but I didn’t expect to look up all day long. I didn’t notice that someone tripped me under my feet, and I was bleeding.
There are also elders with solemn eyes:
“What happened this time is too coincidental. If there is no calculation by the four major sects, I will never believe it.”
“Even the Daoting Division, and even the Central Daoting, must be secretly adding fuel to the flames...”
“Now that things have happened, what’s the use of saying these words?”
“Who? I don’t know, they are plotting against us?”
“How can such an important position of the four major sects be given up to others...”
“This method is too despicable...”
"If you win, it's called a strategy. If you lose, you'll be called despicable."
"We may not lose..."
"Don't say such naive words. How can you still win now? Let alone go further, you are lucky to be able to keep your current position..."
"How can you gain other people's ambition and destroy your own prestige?" br>
"Otherwise? Isn't this a fact..."
Everyone was arguing with each other, and the quarrel became more and more fierce.
An elder coughed, and everyone gradually calmed down.
The head of Tai’a’s face was as dark as water, and then he could only sigh helplessly:
“Let’s change a group of disciples. During this period, let them practice hard and hone their Taoism. This is the only way to go about this Tao Discussion Conference..."
All the elders nodded one after another, but their faces could not help but look gloomy.
Even the head of Tai'a was not very optimistic.
Do your best and obey fate.
He could only say silently in his heart: "I hope my ancestors will bless me and allow me to pass this threshold..."
...
Chong Virtual door.
Houshan Cave Fuzhong.
The ancestor of Chongxu also said to the leader of Chongxu:
"The matter has come to this, all the mechanisms have been exhausted, and under the mist of heaven, following the carefully designed path of others, we can only Admit defeat."
"I've done everything I can, and the rest depends on fate."
Headmaster Chongxu sighed, "I hope these substitute disciples can do it. An unexpected performance.”
Ancestor Chongxu nodded, but had no expectations.
When it comes to cultivation, weak is weak and strong is strong.
Occasionally the weak defeat the strong, this is a fluke.
But in a Taoism conference like this, after multiple rounds of fierce battles, there is almost no room for such "lucky".
The ancestor of Chongxu said: "Try to survive this term, and it will be fine in the next term. We Chongxu Sect has a 'killer'."
Chongxu Palm Men perked up and nodded, with some hope in his heart.
Linghuxiao is extremely talented and has extraordinary swordsmanship.
If he leads the team, Chongxumen will definitely shine in the next sword competition.
It is possible to turn the tide.
But Patriarch Chongxu’s heart is still filled with dark clouds.
He was only afraid that the four major sects would do everything right and not give them a chance to breathe...
...
This scene between Tai'amen and Chongxumen, in Qianxue Within the boundaries of the state, this was happening among the upper echelons of many sects.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Some people succeed in their plans, while others look up to the sky and sigh.
The closer we get to the Tao Discussion Conference, the more frequent the changes become.
Undercurrents are also surging.
As for Mo Hua, an "ordinary" disciple of the Taixu Sect, he doesn't know much about these and has never paid attention to them.
He remembered his duty and practiced with peace of mind.
His cultivation level is increasing little by little.
His swordsmanship is honed every moment.
And his formation, under the guidance of Mr. Xun and his day and night efforts, has gradually become solid to a point that is unimaginable for ordinary monks...
Time flies by.
Soon, more than six months passed.
Under the spotlight, the Qianxue Zhouxue Conference began...
(End of this chapter)