Chapter 479 Coveting

Nanyue City, in a quiet bamboo room.

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

"The disciple is too smart, which is also a trouble..."

"Once you are smart, you think a lot. If you don't pay attention, you will think of things that you shouldn't think of..."

The old man who was holding a piece of wood and carving a little tiger for Mo Hua was slightly startled when he heard this and frowned:

"Has it been counted again?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Almost." He sighed slightly, "Fortunately, that kid is smart..."

He knows how to use the Dao Yun of the earth to cover up his own Qi. Otherwise, if the person really sees his appearance, it will take a lot of trouble.

The old man thought for a moment and said silently:

"This kid, Mo Hua, hasn't been back for a long time..."

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

"What, do you miss him?"

The puppet boss ignored him and silently peeled the little tiger in his hand.

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

Now he has carved many little tigers, but his ink paintings are no longer in his home.

After a while, the old man sighed and said helplessly:

"I've finished eating the pine nuts, and no one is frying them for me."

Mr. Zhuang suggested:

"Why don't you let Zi Sheng fire it for you? He is my disciple and can be regarded as your junior. He should help you with this kind of thing."

The old man was a little disgusted, "The disciples of the Bai family can only use swords, guns, swords and halberds, but nothing else."

"There are quite a few things to pay attention to..." Mr. Zhuang shook his head.

The old man ignored him and only thought about when Mo Hua would come back.

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

"How much longer?"

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

"almost……"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were somewhat profound.

"He has learned the formation."

"That thing is almost finished."

"The corpse air spreads, and the heaven is turbid."

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

The old man nodded.

Mr. Zhuang looked at the mines outside the city again.

Above the mine are the miserable mine repairmen.

They know nothing and still work hard every day.

Mr. Zhuang sighed: "Every time there is a great calamity, it is always the lowest monks who suffer..."

"You're being sentimental again."

The old man's voice was dull.

Mr. Zhuang laughed at himself and said:

"I can't help it, I'm too old."

The old man looked at Mr. Zhuang, his eyes showing deep regret and melancholy.

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

Knife after knife, the technique is skillful, sawdust falls, and the lines of the little tiger are natural.

In the bamboo room, it suddenly became quiet.

After a while, the puppet master suddenly said: "I'll kill senior brother You."

Mr. Zhuang was startled.

"Kill him and you can live a few more years." The old man said in a cold voice.

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

"Thank you very much."

Then he said apologetically:

"You have helped me so much, but I don't have much time left, so I probably won't be able to help you anymore..."

The old man shook his head and said, "If you don't care about your master's feelings, I will send puppets all over the world to kill him. If you live for a few more decades, you may still be able to help me."

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

"Can't be killed..."

The old man frowned, "Is it really so difficult to grow a devil in the heart of the Dao?"

Mr. Zhuang said calmly: "He entered the Demon Palace and became a Taoist. The Taoist name he inherited is 'Gui'. He inherited the divine will and cultivated it to such a depth that he is almost like a demon."

"He was very cautious before, and even the elder Ge couldn't do anything to him."

"Now that he has achieved great success in cultivating demons in his Taoist heart, his spiritual thoughts follow a 'treacherous' path. He is so treacherous that he can no longer be killed simply by relying on his Taoist cultivation..."

The old man also fell silent, with unknown emotions hidden in his old eyes.

"How will you know if you don't kill me?"

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

The old man furrowed his brows and said, "Taoist demons cannot be regarded as the ultimate inheritance of the demon sect."

How could it be so terrible?

Mr. Zhuang looked disappointed, "I am not a Taoist demon, but my senior brother, he is a monk with extremely spiritual mind..."

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

Mr. Zhuang looked helpless and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Mo Hua's innocent smiling face appeared in his mind.

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

"It's still early..."

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

…

The Lu Family Corpse Mine, among the Ten Thousand Corpses Altar.

It wasn't until he finished painting a thick earth formation, his consciousness became clear, and the strange aura disappeared without a trace that Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was filled with fear and cold sweat broke out on my back.

"It's so weird..."

I didn't read his name, didn't mention his Taoist number, I just thought about it deeply, and I was sensed by this Taoist, and even his figure appeared in my heart.

The body is also vaguely out of control.

Take the name of the law and take refuge in it.

What kind of method is this? Is it also a spiritual technique?

Mo Hua didn't dare to think about it further.

He hid these three words "deceitful person" deep in his heart, trying not to touch them or think deeply about them.

At the same time, the ink paintings are also a bit decadent.

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~