Chapter 455 Opening the Map

After Mo Hua left, in the quiet room, Kui Lao slowly showed up again.

He glanced at Mr. Zhuang, who looked calm, and said unhappily:

"Why do you teach him all these weird things?"

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyebrows, "It's right to be weird. It's better to be weird than the enemy."

Kui Lao frowned and said silently:

"If Mo Hua continues to learn like this, I can't understand him..."

Spiritual consciousness is super-class, spiritual thoughts are killing, natural talent, formation is manifested...

Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely difficult.

I don't know whether it is good or bad to cultivate spiritual consciousness in this way...

Kui Lao suddenly remembered something, and his heart trembled. He said in a serious tone:

"Aren't you afraid of him? Will you follow your senior brother's path and become the second Weird Taoist?"

Mr. Zhuang was silent, his eyes were a little dim, and after a long time he slowly said:

"Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

"The life span of a cultivator is long, and life is also long."

"In this life, you will meet many people, many things, and face many choices. Whether you can stick to your original intention and strengthen your heart depends on him. I... can't accompany him for that long..."

Mr. Zhuang looked lonely and sighed:

"He is my little apprentice."

"All I hope is that he can live well, keep practicing, keep learning formations, keep sticking to his heart, and pursue the way of heaven..."

"Just keep living..."

"Even if he becomes the second 'Weird Taoist'...it's better than him becoming the 'Taoist' of the Weird Taoist..."

Becoming the second Weird Taoist, at least he is still alive.

But if he became a "Taoist", he would have been killed by the evil hands of the treacherous Taoist, his consciousness would be destroyed, and he would become a puppet.

Old Puppet understood and fell silent.

After a moment, he sighed, stopped talking, and gradually disappeared.

...

Mo Hua returned to his room and began to learn how to manifest his consciousness.

His room was not big, but it was fully furnished, exquisite and elegant. It was adjacent to the rooms of his senior brothers and sisters, and the layout was the same.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the bed and carefully read through the "Essentials of Manifestation of Divine Mind" given to him by Mr. Zhuang, and understood the general idea in his mind.

The key to manifestation is actually visualization.

First, through visualization, you can see through the external objects, and then in the sea of ​​consciousness, manifest their form with consciousness.

Mo Hua mastered the basic method and began to try to manifest.

He tried to manifest others first, but found that it didn't work.

Whether it was his parents, Mr. Zhuang, his junior brother, his junior sister, or Elder Yu, Dahu and Dazhu from Tongxian City, none of them could be manifested.

It seems that people can't do it...

No, it's people other than me who can't do it.

At least not now.

If people can't manifest, what about monsters?

Mo Hua thought of the little cat monster he caught, and the big tiger that the cat monster turned into later, and found that he still couldn't manifest it.

Mo Hua thought about Feng Xi... or forget it...

If the little cat monster can't do it, let alone the big monster.

If the monster can't do it, what about the spirit beast?

Mo Hua thought of Da Bai again.

After trying it, he found that Da Bai couldn't manifest it either.

Mo Hua sighed, at least he couldn't manifest living things for the time being.

Then he could only manifest some dead things.

Mo Hua tried to manifest the benches, tables, screens, array pens, array paper, teacups, etc. in the room.

But it didn't work.

I guess he wasn't familiar enough.

Mo Hua thought about it, and then manifested the Qianjun stick.

He was very familiar with the Qianjun Stick. When Master Chen was refining it, he had also gone to see it. The formations on it were all drawn by himself. Mo Hua also used the Qianjun Stick to hit many people.

Mo Hua took out the Qianjun Stick, stared at it carefully for a while, and memorized the shape, structure and formation of the Qianjun Stick in his mind.

Then he closed his eyes, sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and tried to manifest the Qianjun Stick.

After a while, a stick shadow appeared in Mo Hua's hand.

Mo Hua was overjoyed.

Although it was just a shadow, there was obvious progress.

In this way, he could also hit people with a club in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua waved it a few times, tried the two moves of "sweeping thousands of troops" and "powerful as a thousand pounds", and felt that it was even more handy than using it outside.

Mo Hua played with it for a long time, and then put the "Qianjun Stick" away with a sense of unsatisfaction.

He tried almost everything during this half day, and confirmed that among the external things and people, he could only initially manifest the prototype of the "Thousand-pound Stick".

The next thing to try is his own spiritual power, spells, and formations.

Mo Hua first tried to manifest his spiritual power.

He visualized himself, simulated the operation of his own meridians, and soon felt that there was a mysterious breath flowing through his body.

Mo Hua was refreshed, concentrated his mind, and further visualized and manifested.

A few hours later, Mo Hua opened his eyes in the sea of ​​consciousness and found that he was actually entangled with a faint spiritual power.

These spiritual powers are not spiritual power.

They are manifested by divine consciousness.

On the surface, they are spiritual power, but in essence, they are still divine consciousness.

Although it is divine consciousness, its effect is almost the same as spiritual power.

It seems true and false, real and virtual.

It has a sense of seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, but a mountain is also a mountain.

Spiritual power is the basis of magic.

After manifesting the spiritual power, Mo Hua began to try to use it to simulate magic.

In the shadow of Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness, it seemed that he could see the light blue spiritual power through his skin, flowing along the meridians in his dantian and arms, and then condensing in his fingers, and finally forming a spell.

It was just a condensed fireball spell, which went out after a few flashes.

The first attempt failed.

But Mo Hua was not discouraged.

He tried several more times, each time getting better.

After practicing for an unknown number of times, Mo Hua found that his spiritual consciousness was exhausted.

Spiritual consciousness manifests spiritual power. Without spiritual consciousness, there is no spiritual power, and there is no spell.

Mo Hua meditated and continued to practice after recovering his spiritual consciousness.

After practicing for two days without sleep and forgetting to eat, Mo Hua finally succeeded in using the first fireball spell.

The power was not great, just an ordinary fireball spell.

But the meaning was different.

He could finally use spells in his sea of ​​consciousness!

In this way, if there were any sneaky evil thoughts invading his sea of ​​consciousness, he would have a basic means of attack.

Mo Hua was refreshed.

After that, he practiced the water prison spell, the water step, and the concealment spell.

The water step was effective.

But it's hard to say about this concealment technique. After all, in the sea of ​​consciousness, he himself doesn't know whether he is invisible or not. He can only try it again when he has the chance.

After manifesting these spells, Mo Hua felt relieved.

Now he has the means to kill when he encounters danger.

Next, it's time to manifest the formation.

Mo Hua started with the relatively simple seven-pattern earth and fire formation.

He first consumed his consciousness, manifested his spiritual power, and then controlled his spiritual power, and drew the formation little by little according to the form of the earth and fire formation pattern.

The light blue spiritual power flowed on its own, winding on the ground of the sea of ​​consciousness, forming a formation.

But just after drawing three formation patterns, it went wrong.

Mo Hua's consciousness went wrong, and he didn't control the trajectory of the spiritual power well, so the formation was scrapped.

"It seems to be a bit difficult to control the spiritual power with consciousness alone..."

Mo Hua frowned and murmured.

He knew how to draw the formation, but his consciousness just couldn't control the spiritual power well, and couldn't make the spiritual power flow and condense into a formation according to his own wishes.

Mo Hua tried several times afterwards, but made little progress.

And drawing the formation this way is also very slow.

Mo Hua frowned.

This is not the same as what Mr. Zhuang said...

Did he miss something?

Mo Hua linked the key points before and after and reviewed them again.

Tian Yan Jue, Lingshu Formation, Shen Shi Yan Suan...

Could it be Lingshu Formation?

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said:

"The core of Lingshu Formation is control, but control is only a superficial phenomenon. Analyzing the structure of spiritual power is the essence of Lingshu Formation."

Controlling corpses and objects may be just superficial applications.

And its essence lies in understanding the structure of spiritual power.

Mo Hua did not think about using spiritual consciousness to control spiritual power and draw the formation first.

Instead, he calmed down, comprehended the Lingshu Formation, and used spiritual consciousness to understand the essence of spiritual power.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua's heart trembled and his mind became clear.

He found that his spiritual power had changed.

The spiritual power manifested by spiritual consciousness became more delicate and subtle.

These spiritual power threads are a more subtle structure under the spiritual power structure.

Moreover, these spiritual threads seem to echo and merge with his own consciousness.

The mind moves with the will, and the spirit moves with the consciousness, just like the fingers and arms, and it is natural.

Controlling the spiritual threads with spiritual consciousness is as natural as breathing.

Mo Hua was shocked.

He realized that the spiritual power principle contained in the Lingshu formation was so exquisite.

He had learned the Lingshu formation and applied the formation before, but he had never deeply understood the mystery inside.

It is worthy of the Xiaolingyin Sect...

No, or rather, it is the top-secret inheritance of the Dalingyin Sect back then...

This formation is really a waste of natural resources to control corpses.

Mo Hua was a little emotional.

Then he tried to control spiritual power with spiritual consciousness, transform spiritual power into spiritual threads, and draw formations with spiritual threads.

This time, the operation of spiritual power was much more flexible, accurate and fast.

As soon as Mo Hua's mind moved, in just a few breaths, the spiritual silk on the ground condensed and formed a seven-pattern earth fire array!

No pen or ink, as soon as the mind moved, the array pattern was automatically generated to form an array.

It was fast and convenient.

In this way, in his sea of ​​consciousness, there seemed to be no arrays everywhere, but as long as the mind moved, there were arrays everywhere!

Mo Hua was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

This is too powerful.

Although it is only a seven-pattern array, the speed of this array is really incredible.

Then Mo Hua felt it was a pity.

This method can only be used in his sea of ​​consciousness, not outside.

"I don't know if one day I can use the powerful mind outside the sea of ​​consciousness to instantly form an array..."

Mo Hua couldn't help thinking with some longing.

Of course, now I can only think about it...

After mastering the methods of spell manifestation and array manifestation, I just need to practice and improve continuously.

The power of the fireball technique is not enough, and I need to practice more.

There are also formations. Seven patterns can be drawn quickly, but eight or nine patterns are more difficult and will be much slower.

Mo Hua wants to find some first-grade nine-pattern formations to practice in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After practicing for a week or two, Mo Hua's divine thoughts have finally made some progress.

Next, it's time to try it out.

Mo Hua took out Zhang Quan's ancestral painting.

Just in case, Mo Hua also called Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi to protect him.

"Little brother, little sister, you must not look at this picture!"

"No matter what you hear, don't believe it!"

Mo Hua first warned, and then continued:

"I'll take a sneak peek later and close the picture..."

"If everything is business as usual, you don't need to worry about it."

"If I look at the painting in a daze and fail to close the painting, you will help me close the painting, then throw the painting to the ground and kick it hard."

"If my character changes drastically when I look at the picture, you can knock me out and call me Master."

"If there is any abnormality in this picture, or if something escapes, you can burn it directly! The ashes will also be scattered by it!"

…

Mo Hua considered various situations and arranged them clearly.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were a little confused, but they still nodded.

After being fully prepared, the ink painting unfolded the picture of the ancestors of the Zhang family.

The drawing unfolded, and Mo Hua's eyes glanced at it like a dragonfly on water.

With just one glance, you can see the whole picture.

This is a group portrait, depicting the teachings of the ancestors.

The high pavilion is solemn and the smoke is curling up.

At present, an old man with white beard and hair, who is highly respected and respected, is sitting in the middle, preaching and lecturing.

There were many disciples sitting in rows below.

These disciples were ranked according to seniority, from high to low, and took their seats in order.

They all wear white clothes and sit dignified and respectful.

What you see is a solemn picture of the ancestor imparting his knowledge.

But with just one glance, the scene in the picture suddenly changed.

Those people in the picture seem to be faintly alive.

Mo Hua heard another old man's confusing words:

"You are very talented..."

"You have extraordinary bones..."

"Come under my door...and help you attain enlightenment..."

"Join my sect...and help you become an immortal..."

"Come into my door..."

…

At the same time, the disciples under the old man's seat suddenly turned their heads and looked at Mo Hua in unison.

Revealing zombie-like faces.

Mo Hua was slightly shocked.

This Zhang family ancestor is preaching to zombies?

Or are all the Zhang family members zombies?

Before he could figure it out, a zombie disciple at the end of the seat who was farthest away from the founder of the Zhang family suddenly showed a ferocious look on his face. He jumped out of the seat, rushed straight to the ink painting heaven, and penetrated into the ink painting's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua's eyes were absent-minded for a moment, and then became bright again in an instant.

When other zombies were looking ferocious, trying to invade his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ink painter has a quick eye and quick hands, and can put the painting together.

Leave a group of zombies in the picture.

He also trapped a zombie in his sea of ​​consciousness.