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..."

Super-level spiritual consciousness, killing thoughts, extraordinary talent, formation manifestation...

Just thinking about it makes it very 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 Taoist, his consciousness would be destroyed, and he would become a puppet.

Old Puppet understood and fell silent.

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

...

Mo Hua returned to his room and began to learn 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 heart.

The key point of manifestation is actually visualization.

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

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

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

No matter my parents, Mr. Zhuang, my junior brother, my junior sister, or Elder Yu, Dahu and Dazhu from Tongxian City, none of them could manifest.

It seems that people can’t do it…

No, it’s people other than myself 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 later turned into, 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 beast can’t do it, what about the spirit beast?

Mo Hua thought of Da Bai again.

After trying, he found that Da Bai couldn’t manifest 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, tea cups, etc. in the room.

But it didn’t work.

I guess I’m not 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 seen 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 the Thousands of Troops" and "As Powerful as a Thousands of Weapons", 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 was his own spiritual power, spells, and formations.

Mo Hua first tried to manifest his spiritual power.

He visualized himself and simulated the movement 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.

After a few hours, 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 were not actually spiritual power.

But manifested by the divine consciousness.

On the surface, it is spiritual power, but in essence, it is still divine consciousness.

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

It seems real and fake, 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 spiritual power, Mo Hua began to try to simulate magic with spiritual power.

In the shadow of Mo Hua's divine consciousness, it seems that the light blue spiritual power can be seen through the skin, flowing along the meridians in the dantian and arms, and then condensed in the fingers, and finally forming magic.

It's just that the fireball spell condensed went out after a few flashes.

The first attempt failed.

But Mo Hua was not discouraged.

He tried several more times, each time better than the last.

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

Divine consciousness manifests spiritual power. Without divine consciousness, there is no spiritual power, and magic can no longer be used.

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

After two days of hard work, Mo Hua finally successfully used the first fireball spell.

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

But the meaning was different.

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

In this way, if there were any sneaky evil thoughts invading his sea of ​​consciousness, he would have the 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 the concealment spell was hard to say, after all, in the sea of ​​consciousness, he himself did not know whether he was invisible or not, so he could only try it again when he had the chance.

After manifesting these spells, Mo Hua felt relieved.

Now when he encountered danger, he also had the means to kill.

Next, it was to manifest the formation.

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

He first consumed his spiritual consciousness to manifest spiritual power, and then controlled the spiritual power, and drew the formation little by little in 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 to form a formation.

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

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness went wrong, and he failed to control the trajectory of the spiritual power, and the formation was scrapped.

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

Mo Hua frowned and murmured.

He knew how to draw the formation, but his spiritual consciousness just couldn't control the spiritual power well, and he 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 the speed of drawing the formation in 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 it again.

Tianyan Jue, Lingshu Formation, Shenshi Yansuan...

Could it be the Lingshu Formation?

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said:

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

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

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

He found that his spiritual power had changed.

The spiritual power manifested by the spiritual consciousness became more delicate and fine.

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

Moreover, these spiritual filaments seemed to echo and merge with his own spiritual consciousness.

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

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

Mo Hua was shocked.

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

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

It is worthy of being the Little Lingyin Sect...

No, or rather, it is the top-secret inheritance of the Great Lingyin 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 the spiritual power with the consciousness, transform the spiritual power into spiritual silk, and draw the formation with the spiritual silk.

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

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

Without a pen or ink, as soon as the mind moves, the array pattern will be automatically generated to form an array.

It is fast and convenient.

In this way, in his sea of ​​consciousness, it seems that there is no array anywhere, but as long as the mind moves, there will be arrays everywhere!

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

This is too powerful.

Although it was only a seven-pattern formation, the speed of drawing this formation was really incredible.

Then Mo Hua felt it was a pity.

This method can only be used in one's own sea of ​​consciousness, and cannot be used outside.

"I wonder if one day, I can also use my powerful divine thoughts to instantly form a formation outside the sea of ​​consciousness..."

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 formation manifestation, I just need to practice and improve continuously.

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

There are also formations. Seven patterns are fast to draw, but the more difficult eight or nine patterns formations 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 ancestor picture.

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

"Junior Brother, Junior 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 will take a sneak peek later and close the picture..."

"If everything is normal, you don't have to worry about it."

"If I stare at the picture and don't close it, you can help me close it, then throw it on the ground and kick it hard."

"If my temperament changes when I look at the picture, you can knock me out and call the master."

"If there is any abnormality in this picture, or something is about to come out, you can just burn it! Let the ashes fly!"

...

Mo Hua considered various situations and made clear arrangements.

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

After making thorough preparations, Mo Hua unfolded the Zhang Family Patriarch Picture.

The painting unfolded, and the ink painting glanced at it like a dragonfly skimming the water.

With just one glance, the whole picture of the painting was revealed.

This is a group portrait, depicting the master teaching.

The pavilion was solemn, and incense smoke curled.

In front of him, an old man with white hair and beard, who was highly respected, sat in the middle, preaching and lecturing.

There were many disciples sitting in rows below.

These disciples sat down in order from seniority to juniority.

They all wore white clothes, and sat in a dignified and respectful posture.

It was a solemn picture of the master teaching.

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

Those people in the picture seemed to come alive.

Mo Hua heard the old man's bewitching words again:

"You are gifted..."

"You have extraordinary roots..."

"Join my school... I will help you achieve enlightenment..."

"Join my school... I will help you become an immortal..."

"Join my school..."

...

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

Revealing faces that looked like zombies.

Mo Hua was slightly shocked.

Is this Zhang family ancestor preaching to zombies?

Or have all the Zhang family members become zombies?

Before he could figure it out, a zombie disciple who was the farthest away from the Zhang family ancestor and at the end of the seat suddenly showed a ferocious face, jumped off his seat, and rushed straight to Mo Hua's head, drilling into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

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

When other zombies were ferocious and wanted to invade his sea of ​​consciousness,

Mo Hua was quick to close the picture.

He left a group of zombies in the picture.

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