Chapter 402 Eighth Floor

"Who is this person? What's his name?"

"I should remember..."

"But why can't I remember it?"

"Why can't I remember it?!"

"Sun Yi" was talking crazily and thinking painfully.

He covered his forehead with both hands, scratched his scalp, and scratched it hard until his head bled and his face was torn, but he was still thinking hard.

After a while, he slowly stopped.

A trace of cold determination flashed in his eyes.

He dipped his finger in his own blood and tremblingly drew a formation pattern on his forehead.

The formation pattern was evil and bright red. It was not a regular formation, but a magic pattern of the Demon Sect.

After the magic pattern was formed, it seemed to come alive and absorb Sun Yi's blood and divine thoughts.

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, his blood slowly weakened, but his thoughts gradually became clear.

The fog shrouding his memory gradually dissipated.

He finally remembered something.

"There is another... little disciple..."

"Little disciple..."

"What's his name?"

"Sun Yi" looked painful, as if he was being tortured, and finally remembered it bit by bit:

"Mo..."

"Mo... Hua!"

Mo Hua!

"Sun Yi" was excited at first, and then confused.

"Why?"

"Hide this name so deeply?"

"Who is this kid?"

A smiling face emerged in Sun Yi's memory.

This is the smiling face of a ten-year-old monk.

Innocent, kind and cute.

At the same time, his understanding of Mo Hua gradually became clear.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, first-class formation master, foundation-building consciousness..."

"Sun Yi" trembled in his heart.

Foundation-building consciousness?

So that's it...

"With such a terrifying talent, no wonder he has to hide it..."

"Sun Yi" sneered, and as he smiled, his smile gradually disappeared.

"What was I thinking just now?"

"Who erased my memory?"

"Sun Yi" was slightly angry, and endured the severe pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and once again sought the truth he had just forgotten from the fog.

He remembered Mo Hua's name again.

Then he saw Mo Hua's smiling face again.

His understanding of Mo Hua became clear again.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, foundation-building consciousness..."

Before he could react, this memory was stuck and lost again.

"Sun Yi" looked cold.

He actually hid this child so deeply...

Junior brother, what are you going to do?

He thought again and remembered.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, foundation-building consciousness..."

But he didn't expect that memories would be erased here.

Every time it was erased, the memory faded a little, and every time it faded a little, it became a little blurry.

After countless times, there were only two vague concepts of "Seventh level of Qi Refining, foundation-building..."

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, not yet building a foundation..."

"Sun Yi" nodded.

Then he thought again, isn't this nonsense?

Seventh level of Qi Refining, naturally not yet building a foundation.

But when he thought about it carefully, it was hazy again, and he couldn't think of anything.

"Is it a little apprentice who is just making up the numbers?"

Sun Yi murmured.

He simply stopped caring, only remembering Mr. Zhuang, Old Kui, and the Bai brothers and sisters, and then nodded.

Sun Yi took off his coat and wiped the blood off his face and body.

Then he tore off the dirty and old Taoist robe from the dead Sun Ji and put it on himself.

"Now it fits."

Sun Ji was tall and thin, while Sun Yi was of medium build and slightly fat.

The Taoist robe fit him just right.

"Sun Yi" opened the door again, and when it was slightly dark, he walked out alone.

The disciples of the Sun family were all startled when they saw him.

Because he was wearing an old Taoist robe, it looked very strange.

A disciple saluted and greeted Sun Yi, but he ignored them and continued to walk out, his steps deep and shallow.

Sun Yi went out of the Sun family gate.

Then he walked along the main road of Qianjia Town, without looking back, and disappeared at the end of the vast mountains.

This was the last time the Sun family disciples saw their master.

The spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village also rumored that Sun Yi, the master of the Sun family, wore a Taoist robe of a dead person and limped away, as if his soul was taken away by something.

Most people guessed that Sun Yi violated the ancestral precepts and was taken to the underworld by the Sun family ancestor to be punished.

Sun Yi never came back after that.

No one saw him again.

…

While "Sun Yi" was calculating Mo Hua's identity, Mr. Zhuang in the carriage also opened his eyes.

"Master, do you want some tea?" Mo Hua asked in a crisp voice.

Mr. Zhuang liked to take a nap, and when he woke up, he liked to drink a sip of tea.

Mo Hua remembered the master's preferences very clearly.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua poured him a cup of tea.

Mr. Zhuang seemed a little tired. After drinking Mo Hua's tea, he felt better and asked:

"Mo Hua, how can people die?"

Not only Mo Hua was stunned.

Even Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were puzzled.

They didn't know why Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked such a question.

"Uh... will you die if you are killed?"

Mo Hua said silently.

"You will die if you are hungry, and you will die if you are old..." Bai Zisheng also said.

"What does it come down to?"

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said about the spiritual power, blood and consciousness of the cultivator, so he tried to say:

"The cultivator will die if the flesh body is exhausted, the qi sea is broken, and the consciousness disappears..."

"The death of the cultivator, in the final analysis, is related to these three things?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

"If someone wants to kill you, they will start with these three things, either destroying your body, breaking your qi sea, or destroying your consciousness."

Mo Hua's heart trembled, "Master, is someone going to kill me?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Be prepared."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, thought for a while, and then asked in confusion:

"Master, I understand killing people through the body and qi sea. Ordinary martial arts or magic spells destroy people's bodies, corrode meridians, and destroy people's qi sea, but killing people through consciousness...how to kill?"

"There are many ways." Mr. Zhuang said.

He looked at the ink painting, then at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and said patiently:

"One is the spiritual consciousness spell, which condenses the spiritual consciousness to hurt other people's spiritual consciousness."

"This kind of spell is extremely rare, don't learn it easily or use it. If you use it for a long time, your own spiritual consciousness will be easily damaged."

"And this kind of spell is all ancient secrets, and it also requires talent, so it is generally not learned."

"The second kind is spiritual consciousness parasitism, which divides the spiritual consciousness and parasitizes on other cultivators."

"This is a magic method. Don't learn it, let alone use it."

"The third kind is spiritual consciousness pollution. In ancient times, some indescribable filthy divine thoughts were sealed to pollute other people's spiritual consciousness, causing others to degenerate, their spiritual consciousness to become abnormal, and even their sea of ​​consciousness to collapse, becoming neither human nor ghost..."

"This is a kind of killing with a borrowed knife. But when you pollute others, you are also polluting yourself."

"Other people's spiritual consciousness is stained with filth, and your spiritual consciousness will not do it. "It's just that you don't know it."

"So it's best not to use this method."

"There are other ways to kill people with spiritual consciousness, but most of them are treacherous and unconventional, and I don't know much about them."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he looked at the three disciples and reminded them:

"The reason I told you this is that I hope you will be on guard."

"Most of the means that can harm the body and spiritual power are visible;"

"But the danger of spiritual consciousness is often invisible."

"In this world, there are many invisible and indescribable horrors, but the cultivators' spiritual consciousness is weak, so they are not aware of it at all."

"So you must be extremely careful about things related to spiritual consciousness."

"Don't peek at people who can't be peeked at, and don't peek at things that can't be peeked at."

"If you meet a weird person, don't talk to him, don't get entangled with him, and don't look into his eyes..."

The three disciples all looked serious and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, and then whispered:

"Master, if someone's spirit is parasitized, is there a way to kill the spirit of others?"

Mo Hua thought of the little ghost in the visualization picture.

It jumped into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to occupy the nest of the magpie and use Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness as a breeding ground.

Although Mo Hua suppressed the little ghost with the help of the Dao Tablet, after a lot of twists and turns, he finally "ate" the little ghost.

But he was a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

Although the Dao Tablet is useful, you can't rely on it too much.

Otherwise, once the Dao Tablet fails, he will be parasitized by the little ghost again like before, which will be very dangerous.

So Mo Hua wanted to know if there was any way to deal with the parasitic spirit without the help of the Dao Tablet.

The formation seems to be possible, but it is slow to draw the formation, and you can only stay in the formation without coming out, which is still relatively passive.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked at Mo Hua in surprise.

Their junior brother's thinking is really... different from ordinary people.

Mr. Zhuang was not surprised, but nodded and said, "Yes."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Then..."

"I can't teach you now."

Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, and then expected:

"Master, when can I teach you?"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were meaningful:

"When your spiritual consciousness is stronger, I will teach you."

"Stronger?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "All means of dealing with spiritual thoughts must be based on the strength of spiritual consciousness..."

"As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the dangers on the spiritual consciousness will naturally not be dangerous."

"If the spiritual consciousness is strong, then all evil will not invade!"

Mr. Zhuang said in a deep voice.

If the spiritual consciousness is strong, then all evil will not invade...

Mo Hua muttered silently, and then nodded expectantly:

"Okay, Master!"

...

After that, Mo Hua studied the formation even harder.

Unable to use the Dao Monument, he could only use all his time to practice the thick earth formation.

Whenever the carriage stopped, he would draw the formation on the ground.

Along the way, there were formation patterns left by him on the rocks and the land.

He even brought some soil to the carriage to draw.

Practicing the first-grade eleven-pattern thick earth formation over and over again.

Mo Hua used this to continuously hone his spiritual consciousness.

He faintly sensed a sense of urgency.

Mr. Zhuang never spoke without a purpose.

Mr. Zhuang must have anticipated something when he mentioned the spiritual consciousness.

Killing with spiritual consciousness...

That means someone might kill you with spiritual consciousness.

In this case, you must prepare for the rainy day.

A strong spiritual consciousness is immune to all evil!

The stronger the spiritual consciousness is, the safer you are...

Mo Hua worked tirelessly to cultivate his spiritual consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness increased significantly, but he was still a little short of the twelve patterns...

And no matter how he practiced the formation, it seemed to have little effect.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

That day, Mo Hua got up early, faced the morning sun, and practiced as usual.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​qi trembled slightly.

Mo Hua was stunned, and then he was happy again.

He quickly took out the spirit stone, constantly absorbed spiritual energy, refined spiritual power, ran the meridians, and accumulated spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi.

After an unknown period of time, the spiritual power condensed and the breath strengthened.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile.

The eighth level of Qi Refining!

And it's not just that.

After the realm is broken through, the spiritual consciousness will also grow.

Although compared to his foundation consciousness, his realm is only Qi Refining, and after the realm breakthrough, the increase in consciousness is not much.

But these little consciousnesses make up for that slight gap, allowing his consciousness to cross the threshold and successfully reach the twelfth pattern!

The morning glow splashed in the mountains and sprinkled on Mo Hua.

At this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old, Qi Refining Level 8, and foundation-building twelve-line consciousness!