Chapter 457 Eat More

Mo Hua killed the zombie disciple, "ate" its evil thoughts, and began to meditate and refine.

There are some mottled memories in the evil thoughts.

They are all about refining corpses, raising corpses, and controlling corpses.

The Zhang family has been doing sneaky things for generations, selling coffins openly and refining corpses secretly.

This disciple is the same.

He is also Zhang Quan's ancestor.

But his talent is average, he only refines qi, and he has not been in contact with zombies for a long time, and the corpse poison attacks his heart and becomes a walking zombie.

The Zhang family was afraid that he would be exposed, so they killed him and sealed his mind in the ancestor's picture.

Like many other ancestors of the Zhang family.

When it was alive, it became a zombie, and it was still a zombie after death, so the evil thoughts that appeared after death were also zombies.

The Zhang family is also half human and half corpse.

Mo Hua refined its evil thoughts, and at the same time, a cold, rotten, and dead desire also polluted his consciousness.

Mo Hua's heart gave birth to a bloodthirsty desire.

It was as if he had become a zombie, craving for flesh and blood, wanting to choose someone to devour.

When evil thoughts entered his heart, Mo Hua immediately entered into a state of concentration, meditating quietly and abandoning all kinds of desires.

Mo Hua was not panicked.

As Mr. Zhuang said, every time an evil thought entered his heart, it was a test of his Tao heart.

Whether he could uphold his original intention and stick to his Tao heart in the midst of material desires and evil desires was crucial for a cultivator.

Once the Tao heart was lost and the original intention was annihilated, it was easy to go astray and go against the way of heaven.

People are not born invulnerable to all evil.

The Tao heart also needs to be trained little by little.

Mo Hua planned to start with the evil thoughts from a young age, temper his will, and gradually enlighten his mind.

Little by little, he would strengthen his Tao heart.

Until the future, he would be invulnerable to all evil.

Even if the evil god entered his brain and the demons were in chaos, his heart would be as clear as a mirror, spotless.

The zombie disciple was soon refined by Mo Hua.

Its slight evil thoughts were also abandoned by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's consciousness also increased significantly.

This was the most significant increase in Mo Hua's consciousness in the past few months.

But it was still not enough.

Mo Hua smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Zombie disciples only practiced Qi, and their consciousness was not strong. After practicing away evil thoughts, they would not have much consciousness left.

This little consciousness was not enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.

Mo Hua felt a little sorry, so he opened his eyes.

Bai Zisheng was staring at him with a sharp gaze, and when he saw Mo Hua open his eyes, he immediately asked:

"How is it?"

Mo Hua said: "Nothing."

Bai Zisheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:

"What's next?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "Let me take another look, are you still the same as I said before..."

"Yeah." Bai Zisheng nodded and said, "Knock you out, call me Master, burn the picture, and throw the ashes..."

Although it was a little different from what Mo Hua said, it was pretty much the same.

Mo Hua then carefully opened the painting again. On the surface, it was a "Pattern of the Ancestors" painting, but in fact, it was a visualization painting of a "Zombie Painting".

He took another look.

There were also people in the painting, looking back at him.

What was revealed was still a zombie face.

There were also zombies leaving the table, jumping out of the painting and jumping into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, Mo Hua released two zombies, and then closed the painting again.

These two zombies were still just Qi Refining. According to their human status, they were disciples of the Zhang family, and according to their zombie status, they were just walking corpses.

After these two zombie disciples jumped into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, they looked at each other and also showed ecstasy.

This sea of ​​consciousness was too broad.

The spiritual consciousness inside was too rich.

It was enough for them to eat for a long time.

It was even possible that they could eat directly to build a foundation!

I didn't expect that this young cultivator had a treasure land for eating in his sea of ​​consciousness.

But they didn't wait for long to be happy.

A fireball came whistling and exploded in an instant.

It directly blasted a zombie away, and the bright red flames burned its whole body, causing it to suffer and struggle on the ground.

Another zombie was stunned.

What was that just now?

Fireball?

Where did the fireball come from in the sea of ​​consciousness?

Soon it knew where the fireball came from.

Because not far away, a little monk with beautiful eyebrows and eyes was pointing at it with a deep gaze, without any joy or anger.

Before the zombie could react, a fireball condensed between the little monk's fingers.

This fireball was extremely fast, accurate, and fierce.

In an instant, it flew in front of it.

The zombie's dead white pupils were filled with red flames, and then the whole body was also blown away by the fireball, falling to the ground, suffering from the pain of being burned by the fire.

This pain was very real.

The zombie almost forgot that he was dead and had no flesh.

It was panic-stricken.

Who is this little monk?

Mo Hua didn't plan to waste words.

Time is limited, so it's a quick battle.

He didn't play hide-and-seek this time. The walking corpses in the Qi Refining Stage couldn't test the details of the Zhang family's ancestors.

Mo Hua was simple and rough, and directly used the fireball technique to kill the two walking corpses.

After killing them, he refined the evil thoughts and strengthened his spiritual consciousness.

After that, Mo Hua did the same thing again, opening the map to release the corpses, killing them with fireballs, and refining the evil thoughts.

Although the evil thoughts of Qi Refining were not strong, they accumulated little by little. After "eating" a few walking corpses, Mo Hua felt that his spiritual consciousness had been significantly enhanced.

But it was still not enough.

This time he set his sights on several ancestors in the front row of the Zhang family.

Sitting near the front, he is also well-known among the ancestors of the Zhang family, at least he is an elder of the Zhang family.

The evil thoughts of the elders should be stronger.

But how to lead them to his own sea of ​​consciousness?

Mo Hua thought about it, his eyes brightened slightly.

He took out two pieces of paper, one to cover the ancestor of the Zhang family, and one to cover the disciples at the end.

Only the middle row, who looked like elders of the Zhang family, was left.

Mo Hua randomly picked a person and stared at him.

After a few breaths, the "person" also turned his head and looked at Mo Hua.

It was also a zombie face.

Hooked nose, drooping eyes, sinister face, and cyan face.

It was an iron corpse!

When it saw Mo Hua, it looked vicious, and then greed flashed in its gray eyes, and it dodged and pounced into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

After entering Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, the iron corpse was startled.

Even though it was an elder who had seen the world, it was still shocked by Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Then it laughed wildly.

Its laughter was hoarse, its throat was broken, harsh and unpleasant.

Mo Hua, who was hiding nearby, nodded.

It seemed that the Iron Corpse Elder could not see through his hiding...

Mo Hua picked up the stick again, tiptoed behind the Iron Corpse, raised the Qianjun stick high, and hit the Iron Corpse's head with a stick.

The Qianjun stick hit the back of the Iron Corpse's head.

Mo Hua even heard a "clang" sound.

It was like the sound of iron colliding.

Mo Hua's palm was also slightly numb.

And the Iron Corpse Elder was also hit and staggered, his face was hideous and a little dazed, turned around, and saw Mo Hua, his expression was even more surprised.

After a moment, it came back to its senses, and its eyes became more greedy.

The look in its eyes when it looked at Mo Hua was like looking at a thousand-year-old ginseng.

Mo Hua felt a little sorry.

It seems that the strength of the Iron Corpse is still very strong.

The damage of hitting with a club is not great.

The figure of this Iron Corpse Elder is solid, unlike ordinary zombies, which will be a little scattered after being hit with a club.

It was hit by Mo Hua, and it just staggered a few times, with a painful expression, but no injuries.

The two confronted each other, and neither of them took action easily.

The Iron Corpse Elder could not figure out Mo Hua's details. Although he coveted, he was also afraid.

He looked at Mo Hua carefully, and then looked around. Suddenly, he suddenly realized and said in a hoarse voice:

"I was wondering why several disciples entered your sea of ​​consciousness but couldn't get out. It turned out that they were poisoned by you!"

The divine consciousness was manifested, and the divine consciousness was deep.

Compared with this Iron Corpse Elder, it was no less inferior.

Those Zhang family members who were in the realm of zombies could not be the opponents of this little cultivator.

It is understandable that they died in his hands.

Mo Hua did not comment.

Elder Tieshi's face flashed fiercely, "What crime should you be punished for killing my Zhang family's children?"

Mo Hua muttered in his heart:

"I will not only kill your Zhang family's children, but also your Zhang family's ancestors..."

But on the surface, he just said indifferently:

"They want to eat me, I killed them, and it's their own fault."

Elder Tieshi sneered, "They just want to eat a few bites of your consciousness, but you killed them. You are so cruel at such a young age."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Have you become a zombie and your brain is rotten? How can you say such a thing?"

Elder Tieshi snorted coldly.

It calculated Mo Hua's strength in its heart.

This little ghost's consciousness should be innate.

But the battle of consciousness is not that simple.

Even if this little ghost has some talent, how can it be compared with the Zhang family's corpse-path technique that has been passed down for hundreds of years?

One or two little disciples, this little ghost may be able to pick up the leaks.

But since he was allowed in, this little devil will be a feast for all the disciples of the Zhang family!

Elder Tieshi looked at the fresh and lovely Mo Hua and couldn't help licking his tongue.

Mo Hua also understood his thoughts and snorted in his heart:

"It's not certain who is the feast of whom?"

Elder Tieshi looked at Mo Hua and couldn't help it.

It suddenly opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, which were quenched with rotten corpse poison. Its body turned into a green light and bit directly at Mo Hua.

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Its attack seemed fast, but all its actions had been seen through by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua performed the Water Step and calmly avoided the attack of Elder Tieshi.

Elder Tieshi changed his moves continuously, stretched out his claws, and attacked from different angles several times, but Mo Hua avoided them one by one.

Mo Hua even stepped on Elder Tieshi's head in the end and retreated calmly.

Elder Tieshi was annoyed and angry.

This little ghost, dare to humiliate him?

It was about to pounce forward again, but found that Mo Hua, who had pulled away, pointed his finger at a distance, and a fire suddenly appeared.

A fireball came whistling.

The pupils of the Iron Corpse Elder shrank, and he only had time to cross his arms and block in front of him.

Then the fireball spell exploded in front of him.

The clothes on his arms were burned, revealing iron-blue, dead-like arms.

The iron arms were burned black.

There were still flames licking around his body.

The Iron Corpse Elder took a breath of cold air.

Fireball spell?

How is it possible?

How can the consciousness condense into a spell?

It realized that something was wrong...

This little ghost, it is not just good luck or good innate talent that can manifest the consciousness.

He must have inherited the divine thought method!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the spell is manifested.

This method is extremely clever. It has been parasitic in the picture for so long and has eaten so many monks' spiritual consciousness. It has never been seen before, and it is even unheard of.

Even the ancestors may not have known about this method.

Elder Iron Corpse was afraid.

"We need to take a long-term approach..."

It would be unwise to fight this brat alone.

It is necessary to gather the strength of the entire Zhang family to find another plan to kill this brat and then share his consciousness.

If there is a chance, take away his inheritance again!

The strength of the Zhang family will definitely increase greatly!

Elder Iron Corpse had made up his mind, so he decided to retreat.

Mo Hua instantly understood its thoughts.

Since he wants to run away, Mo Hua won't be polite.

He used the Water Prison Technique with his backhand to control the Iron Corpse, and then fired the Fireball Technique frequently, one after another, and the blazing flames directly engulfed the Iron Corpse Elder.

After a while, the fire faded and smoke spread everywhere.

Elder Iron Corpse roared angrily and stepped out of the smoke.

It has red eyes, a huge body, and a livid and black complexion. It has obviously turned into a corpse, and its overall strength has increased.

"Kid, you pissed me off!"

The iron corpse elder turned into a corpse and became angry.

But for ink painting, there is actually no difference.

He still controlled it with the Water Prison Technique, and then blasted it with the Fireball Technique.

The elder Iron Corpse had nowhere to use its strength and could only let the ink painting suppress it. It knew something was wrong, so it tried its best to withstand the impact of the fireball explosion and rushed to the ink painting.

But when he looked up, there was no one in front of him.

Mo Hua had used Water Step to retreat calmly, opened the distance again, then used the Water Prison Technique to control it, and then used the Fireball Technique to kill...

Amidst the fire, Elder Iron Corpse's face was ferocious, his figure was wretched, and he was frightened in his heart.

I have lived for so many years and eaten so many monks, but I am actually no match for this little monk?

I was actually suppressed by his spell and was unable to fight back?

Can you just be like a sandbag, immobilized by a spell and then beaten while hanging?

Elder Iron Corpse was in disbelief.

Mo Hua also frowned.

It seems...cannot be killed.

After this iron corpse was further transformed into a corpse, its skin and flesh were too hard.

Fireball alone can suppress and defeat it, but it is difficult to kill.

If you use it so hard, you may run out of consciousness and the power of your spells will weaken, and it will find an opportunity to escape.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, "We must find a way to kill it."

Elder Iron Corpse also understood this truth.

It is not Mo Hua's opponent, so it can only resist Mo Hua's fireball technique and minimize the damage. Only when Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness is exhausted can it have a chance to escape or even fight back.

Suppressing it with magic like this will consume a lot of spiritual consciousness.

This kid can't hold on for long...

Sure enough, the fireball technique stopped after a moment.

Elder Tie Zhi was ecstatic. When he raised his head, he saw Mo Hua closing his eyes and concentrating, not knowing what he was doing.

Elder Iron Corpse was startled.

What does this kid mean?

Lost your mind? Or gave up?

Or maybe God realized something was wrong?

Should he run away first, or pounce on him and kill him?

It hesitated for a moment and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The aura around him seemed to have changed.

Elder Iron Corpse suddenly lowered his head and looked down, and saw that at some point, many light blue, fine spiritual power hairsprings appeared under his feet. These hairsprings were winding, flowing on their own, and connected to form mysterious lines.

Elder Iron Corpse's eyes widened.

What is this?

Seeing that the opportunity was bad, it tried to run away, but it was already too late.

The first formation of the ink painting has been completed.

This is a golden lock array.

The light blue spiritual power formed a formation on the ground, and then emitted golden light, condensing into chains of spiritual power, locking the elder Iron Corpse in place.

Elder Iron Corpse tried several times but could not break free.

And after a while, the second formation was also drawn.

This is a molten formation.

The moment the formation pattern was formed, the light blue spiritual power emitted a dazzling red light, and the ground turned into a sea of ​​fire, like a furnace of flames, trapping the elder Iron Corpse and burning him.

Elder Iron Corpse was terrified.

Formation?

Is this kid a formation master?

But formation master, is this how you draw formations?

Without a pen or ink, how can you condense the formation so quickly with just your spiritual thoughts?

The formation adheres to the way of heaven and has the greatest impact on divine thoughts.

What's more, it's such a realistic and powerful formation.

Elder Iron Corpse trembled in his heart.

"It's over, the boat has capsized in the gutter."

It was just hungry for a long time, and it wanted to come out to eat something, but was roasted by a kid who didn't know where it came from, setting up a formation?

The world of cultivation is so damn dangerous!

A little devil is so dangerous.

When death was imminent, Elder Iron Corpse wanted to try his best to struggle one more time.

For a moment, it broke free from the golden lock formation, but was held in place by Mo Hua's water prison technique. After a moment, the spiritual power on the golden lock formation recovered again, turning into a golden lock, locking it firmly.

The furnace-like molten fire array was burning its body all the time.

If a dull knife cuts flesh, sooner or later it will be finished.

Elder Iron Corpse felt despair.

Mo Hua looked at Elder Iron Corpse from the side and suddenly said curiously:

"Your method of corpse transformation was passed down from your ancestors?"

Elder Iron Corpse gritted his teeth and said:

"So what?"

"Do you have any other means?" Mo Hua asked.

Elder Iron Corpse was angry and speechless.

"If you don't have any other means, you will die here today." Mo Hua reminded him "kindly".

Elder Tieshi was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought.

This Elder Tieshi seemed to be really at his wit's end and had no other means.

Mo Hua felt a little pity and said disappointedly:

"Your ancestors only passed on this little thing to you?"

Elder Tieshi sneered: "Of course it's impossible. My ancestors have many means, how can you be a small one..."

As it spoke, it suddenly stopped, and then it was suddenly startled.

This little ghost is trying to trick him?

What does he mean?

What does he want to know?

Ancestor...

He wants to find out the methods of the ancestors. Could it be that... he is plotting against the ancestors?

Elder Tieshi was frightened.

No, it's impossible.

How could a little ghost like him...

Elder Tieshi was stunned, and then his face was horrified.

No, it's possible!

With this little ghost's incredible ability in the sea of ​​consciousness, it is really possible to murder the ancestor!

If he really succeeds and finds out the ancestor's methods, then the ancestor, the ancestor...

The ancestor is in danger!

The heart of the Iron Corpse Elder trembled.

Mo Hua saw that his thoughts were seen through by it, and couldn't help but regret:

"It's better to be a confused ghost."

If you figure out everything, then I can only kill you.

Although Mo Hua didn't intend to let him live.

Mo Hua didn't say anything more, and concentrated on activating the formation, directly refining the terrified Iron Corpse Elder, and then swallowed him up.

The Iron Corpse's divine thoughts are much stronger.

After Mo Hua swallowed it, he couldn't refine it for the time being. It is estimated that it will take a few days to refine it slowly.

Some evil thoughts occasionally emerge from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Hua can only meditate in the future and gradually calm the evil thoughts in his heart.

After exiting the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked at the picture of the Zhang family's ancestor.

There are still many zombies in the picture, several iron zombies, and Zhang Quan's ancestors.

Come one by one...

No one can escape!

I just don't know if the consciousness will go directly to the thirteen patterns after "eating" all the zombies...

Mo Hua couldn't help but think about it.

Seeing this, Bai Zisheng asked: "Are you... okay?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "It's okay."

Bai Zisheng frowned, "Something is wrong..."

Bai Zixi's eyes were like water, and he also stared at Mo Hua for a while, wondering:

"Why does your face look bad?"

Mo Hua rubbed his little face, "I ate something bad and need to digest it."

This chapter is a bit long, more than 5k words, and it's a bit late to write~