Chapter 479 Coveting

Nanyue City, in a quiet bamboo room.

Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he said helplessly:

"It's a problem that my disciple is too smart..."

"Once he's smart, he thinks a lot, and if he's not careful, he thinks of things he shouldn't think of..."

Kui Lao, who was holding a piece of wood and carving a little tiger for Mo Hua, was startled and frowned:

"Is he calculated again?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Almost." He sighed slightly, "Fortunately, the child is smart..."

Knowing to use the earth's essence to cover up his own aura, otherwise if that person really saw his appearance, it would take more trouble.

Kui Lao pondered for a moment and said silently:

"Mo Hua, this child, hasn't been back for a long time..."

Mr. Zhuang's face turned pale, but he raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and smiled slightly:

"Why, do you miss him?"

Kui Lao ignored him and silently carved the little tiger in his hand.

Mo Hua found him before and said that he might need a lot of little tigers and asked him to help carve some.

Now he has carved a lot of little tigers, but Mo Hua has not touched the family.

After a while, Kui Lao sighed and said helplessly:

"The pine nuts are all gone, and no one is frying for me."

Mr. Zhuang suggested:

"Why don't you let Zisheng fry for you? He is my disciple and your junior. He should serve you in this kind of thing."

Kui Lao was a little disgusted, "Disciples of the Bai family can only use some swords, spears, swords and halberds, nothing else."

"There are a lot of requirements..." Mr. Zhuang shook his head.

Kui Lao ignored him, just thinking about when Mo Hua would come back.

But he didn't understand, so he asked Mr. Zhuang:

"How long will it take?"

Mr. Zhuang pinched his fingers, looked at the mine in the distance, his eyes moved slightly, and slowly said:

"Soon..."

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were a little deep.

"He has learned the formation."

"That thing will be refined soon."

"The corpse gas is spreading, and the heavenly secrets are turbid."

"The disaster in Nanyue City this time is not small. It depends on how this child handles it..."

Kui Lao nodded.

Mr. Zhuang glanced at the mine outside the city again.

Above the mine, there are the miserable miners.

They know nothing and still work hard every day.

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "Whenever there is a great catastrophe in the world, the ones who suffer are always the lowest-level cultivators..."

"You are sentimental again."

Old Kui's voice was wooden.

Mr. Zhuang laughed at himself:

"There is no way, I am old."

Old Kui looked at Mr. Zhuang, and his eyes revealed deep regret and melancholy.

He didn't say anything, but continued to lower his head to carve the little tiger.

One knife after another, the technique is skillful, the wood chips fall, and the lines of the little tiger are natural.

The bamboo room suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Old Kui suddenly said: "I will kill your senior brother."

Mr. Zhuang was startled.

"Kill him, you can live a few more years." Old Kui's voice was cold.

Mr. Zhuang felt warm in his heart, and his elegant face showed a smile.

"Thank you very much."

Then he said apologetically:

"You have helped me so much, I don't have much time left, I guess I can't help you..."

Old Puppet shook his head, "If you don't care about the relationship between master and sect, I will use the puppets of heaven and earth to kill him. If you live a few more decades, you may still be able to help me."

Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment, shook his head and sighed:

"I can't kill him..."

Old Puppet frowned, "Is it really so difficult to plant a demon in the heart of Taoism?"

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "He entered the Demon Palace and became a Taoist. His inherited Taoist name is 'gui'. He got the inheritance of divine thoughts and cultivated to a deep level, almost like a demon.

"Before, he was cautious and the elder couldn't do anything to him."

"Now that his heart of Taoism has cultivated a demon, his divine thoughts follow the 'gui' way, which is cunning and treacherous. It is no longer possible to kill him simply by practicing Taoism..."

Old Puppet was silent, and there was an ambiguous emotion in his old eyes.

"How do you know if you don't kill him? "

Mr. Zhuang sighed, "You can kill him, and he will die, but who will die, and whether he will die in the end, no one knows..."

Old Kui frowned, "The Tao Heart Planting Demon, it is not the ultimate Demon Sect inheritance."

How can it be so terrible?

Mr. Zhuang looked disappointed, "The Tao Heart Planting Demon is not, but my senior brother, he is a cultivator with the ultimate mind..."

"I don't know who else can kill him in this world..."

Mr. Zhuang looked helpless and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the innocent smile of Mo Hua appeared in his mind.

Mr. Zhuang was slightly startled, and then his eyes were obscure. After thinking for a long time, he murmured:

"It's still early..."

"Don't get killed, just live well..."

...

Lu family corpse mine, in the altar of ten thousand corpses.

Until a thick earth formation was drawn, the consciousness was clear, and the strange The breath disappeared without a trace, and Mo Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he was terrified, and cold sweat oozed from his back.

"How strange..."

He didn't say his name, didn't mention his Taoist name, but just thought deeply about it, and was sensed by this Taoist, and even his figure appeared in his mind.

His body was also slightly out of control.

He followed his Taoist name and converted to his Taoism.

What kind of method was this? Could it be a kind of divine mind technique?

Mo Hua didn't dare to think about it any more.

He hid the three words "weird Taoist" deep in his heart, trying not to touch it or think about it deeply.

At the same time, Mo Hua was a little depressed.

He had thought that his divine consciousness method was perfect, and he could kill people in the battle of divine consciousness.

But he didn't expect that he would be noticed just by thinking about it.

And facing the strange shadow of the strange Taoist, he felt that he had no way to start and could not compete.

Mo Hua sighed:

"You should be cautious when practicing Taoism, and you can't be proud and complacent."

"There are mountains beyond mountains, and there are heavens beyond heavens."

"The methods of the great cultivators at a high level are all-encompassing and incredible. It is completely beyond the imagination of a small Qi refining cultivator like me."

"Don't get carried away!"

Mo Hua silently warned himself several times, and then nodded.

Then he thought of another question:

If this strange shadow is a divine consciousness method.

Then can he learn it in the future?

Cultivate the ultimate divine consciousness and prove the Tao with supreme divine consciousness.

Then can he also be like this Taoist, with strange methods that make people unable to defend against?

Now he is only practicing Qi, and his divine consciousness has only twelve patterns.

But if one day in the future, my spiritual consciousness is strong enough and I have enough spiritual means, can I directly compete with this "ghost shadow"?

If I can, then I can silently recite the name of "ghost Taoist" and lure his "ghost shadow" to come, can I...

"eat" it directly?

Can "eating" its ghost shadow also increase my spiritual consciousness?

After refining, will I be able to comprehend some spiritual thoughts?

...

Mo Hua just moved his mind, and suddenly his sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and the dry Taoist ink shadow appeared again.

Mo Hua was startled and quickly collected his thoughts.

He silently said in his heart: "I didn't think of anything, I didn't think of anything..."

I don't know how long it took, and the spiritual consciousness was clear, and the ghost shadow dissipated.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he didn't dare to have any more wishful thinking, but honestly forgot all the thoughts just now, and continued to explore the formation and altar in front of him...

...

And in the distance, in the desolate forest,

"Sun Yi" noticed something and was stunned.

Then he sneered: "You dare to come?"

"You think I won't know if you recite my name in your heart?"

He sat down cross-legged, took a blood pill, and recovered his qi. Then he was about to deduce, but suddenly his heart trembled.

He felt a little palpitation.

This palpitation came out of nowhere, and it came and went quickly.

It seemed that in the dark, the heavenly mechanism was running, and some divine thoughts were growing.

It stared at him, with bad intentions, and it seemed that there was some "coveting" in it...

What does it mean?

Who can, and who dares to covet him?

"Sun Yi" felt a little angry.

He wanted to reverse the deduction.

But this divine thought was like a thought, extremely weak.

Like a fish hook thrown into the water, it only touched lightly, creating a ripple, and then sank into the quiet bottom of the water, quietly dormant.

The water surface returned to calm, without a trace.

It was as if someone had hidden this thought deep in his heart.

And the laws of nature are constant, and all causes and effects have been running silently...

"Sun Yi"'s eyes were deep and empty, but finally no longer indifferent, but stained with a layer of frost:

"Who is it..."

The deep mountains were dead silent, and there was a strange sound of demons.

After a long time, "Sun Yi" turned around and continued to walk in the original direction, but his voice was hoarse, with a hint of hatred and terror:

"Don't let me find you..."

"Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words, and was drowned out by the deep weirdness in the mountains.

Finally, he got out before twelve o'clock~