Chapter 710 Loophole

Demons are coming in waves.

The evil breath is endless.

The cold air in the room is layered and full of changes, violent, treacherous, sinister, or majestic, as if the types of evil spirits are endless, and their offensive is like the sea.

In such a turbulent sea of ​​demons, Mo Hua's small body is motionless.

Wen Renwei's eyes are nervous, and cold sweat has already seeped out of his palms.

He is worried about Mo Hua and Yu'er.

I don't know how long it took, just when Wen Renwei was worried, all the evil breath suddenly disappeared.

The inexplicable cold air retreated, and the gloomy pressure suddenly decreased. Wen Renwei looked around again. Although he still couldn't see anything, he felt that all the evil spirits were gone.

Wen Renwei immediately looked into the inner room and saw Mo Hua, who had opened his eyes.

The divine power tree died down, and the demon army was devoured.

Mo Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes brightened.

Wen Renwei looked at Mo Hua cautiously, and saw that his eyes were clear and his expression was normal, without any evil or madness. He breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked tentatively:

"Young Master, you..."

Mo Hua smiled brightly, "I'm fine."

Wen Renwei felt relieved, and bowed his hands solemnly and said:

"Thank you, young master."

Mo Hua was not polite, nodded, and said:

"Yu'er is fine, it's getting late, I'll go back and rest."

Wen Renwei bowed to Mo Hua again.

His attitude was much more respectful than before.

"Thank you, young master Mo!"

Mo Hua also returned the greeting politely, and then stood up and left briskly.

After Mo Hua left, Wen Renwei looked up again, glanced at the walls of the house, and was shocked.

Really... nothing is left.

It seemed that all the gloomy and oppressive, demonic aura just now were all illusions.

Wenren Wei glanced at Yu'er again.

Yu'er was still lying on the bed, breathing long, her mouth slightly open, and occasionally smacking her lips, as if she was eating something in her dream.

She slept soundly from beginning to end.

Wenren Wei thought of Wenren Wan's words, and couldn't help but look relieved, and sighed:

"Miss Wan is right, Master Yu'er, he really met a little noble..."

On the other side, Mo Hua just returned to the room, and immediately sat on the bed, meditating, and his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He ate a lot of demons in a meal, and his sea of ​​consciousness was too full, so he had to "digest" it quickly.

And the realm of consciousness could not be suppressed.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua carefully concentrated his mind and began to refine the evil thoughts that he had swallowed and digested just now, removing the filth and taking the essence, and then absorbing them one by one to strengthen himself.

Strands of pure divine thoughts merged into Mo Hua's divine consciousness incarnation.

Mo Hua's divine consciousness rose rapidly.

In just a moment, the purified demonic power filled the gap in the realm of divine consciousness and broke through the bottleneck that had been blocking for a long time.

It was like a river bursting its banks, surging and moving forward.

Mo Hua's divine consciousness finally went a step further, breaking the bottleneck of divine consciousness between the middle stage of sixteen-line foundation building and the late stage of foundation building, and successfully promoted to seventeen lines!

The cultivation of the early stage of foundation building, the divine consciousness of the late stage of seventeen-line foundation building!

At that moment, the divine consciousness suddenly became unobstructed.

Mo Hua felt that his sea of ​​consciousness had widened a bit, and his divine consciousness had become much deeper.

The distance of divine consciousness was also increased a lot.

With the spiritual consciousness realm as the foundation and the amount of spiritual consciousness as the support, his calculations and tricks are more relaxed than before.

More importantly, it is the formation!

He can finally learn the seventeen-pattern formation now!

In the early stage of foundation building, learn the second-grade high-level formation!

Although it is only the second-grade seventeen-pattern formation, it has not reached the nineteen-pattern, which is not really "high-level".

But it is at least the entry of high-level formation.

The seventeen-pattern formation has a good killing power even against ordinary late-stage foundation building cultivators.

Mo Hua felt that his back was a lot stronger.

As long as he is given the opportunity to set up the formation, the late-stage foundation building cultivator will not be able to escape!

But the formation will be discussed later.

Because Mo Hua found that this "takeout" has not been eaten yet.

This time, the "eaten" monsters are more than he thought.

His spiritual consciousness has seventeen patterns, and it is even stronger than seventeen patterns.

But there is still a constant flow of refined demonic power, which is swallowed by him and integrated into his divine consciousness incarnation.

Mo Hua's divine consciousness is still growing...

"Will it not... directly reach the eighteenth pattern?"

The bottleneck from seventeenth pattern to eighteenth pattern is a bottleneck of a small realm, not as big as the one from sixteenth pattern to seventeenth pattern.

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and then he couldn't help but smile.

Eighteenth pattern!

Two steps in one step!

Mo Hua was very excited, and then he immediately calmed down, concentrated on meditation, swallowed the power, and strengthened his divine consciousness.

His divine consciousness, as he wished, gradually grew stronger and stronger at a clearly visible speed.

Finally, he was only a little bit away from reaching the eighteenth pattern realm...

Even, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the bottleneck of the eighteenth pattern divine consciousness was loosening and disintegrating a little bit...

Mo Hua's face was full of smiles.

But at this moment, everything stopped abruptly.

Something seemed to tremble in the dark.

This feeling is actually somewhat similar to the Dao Monument, a bit like...

Heavenly Dao?

Mo Hua was shocked, and then he felt vaguely that there seemed to be some supreme will, which glimpsed at him from the world, and then found that he seemed to have...

something wrong.

Then a temporarily generated law descended on Mo Hua.

His spiritual consciousness was still growing, but the bottleneck was not loosened, and all the growing spiritual consciousness flowed to an unknown place and sank directly.

The realm of spiritual consciousness was no longer improved.

Mo Hua was stunned.

"What's going on..."

"Where is my eighteen-pattern spiritual consciousness?"

"It's just a little bit short..."

Mo Hua looked around and found that in his sea of ​​consciousness, a strange crack appeared out of thin air.

This crack was dark and deep, with a deep golden color inside.

It was like the manifestation of some kind of concrete law of the Great Dao.

This law was generated out of thin air, but it merged with his sea of ​​consciousness.

And all the spiritual thoughts that he had gained by refining demons and devouring mental power were swallowed up by this crack.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao did not allow his consciousness to grow stronger, so it temporarily added a law to fill the loophole...

This law was embodied as a dark void crack with gold inside.

Once Mo Hua's consciousness grew, it would "confiscate" the growing consciousness to suppress the growth of his consciousness.

It limited his consciousness to a certain limit, preventing him from breaking through a certain limit...

Mo Hua was dumbfounded.

What does it mean?

I am now equivalent to the "loophole" of the Heavenly Dao?

So the Heavenly Dao temporarily added a law to fill this "loophole" of mine?

It shouldn't be that bad...

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

I am just a small foundation-building cultivator, so I shouldn't be "targeted" like this...

This seems to be the second time.

Mo Hua remembered that when he broke through the foundation-building stage, his consciousness soared rapidly, but later it seemed to exceed the limit and was suppressed by some Heavenly Dao law.

In addition, the mysterious formation of Tianyan Jue reconstructed the consciousness, and the change from "quantity" was suppressed to "qualitative" change.

The result is like this again...

At the last minute, it was about to have eighteen patterns, but it was temporarily restricted by the law.

Mo Hua couldn't help but curl his lips and complained:

"Heaven is so stingy..."

After complaining, Mo Hua sighed again.

The "components" of his sea of ​​consciousness have become very complicated now.

The sea of ​​consciousness is his own, with his own divine consciousness incarnation.

In addition, there are mysterious Dao tablets, thunder patterns of catastrophe, and now there is another inexplicable law of heaven.

Especially this law of heaven...

Mo Hua's head hurts a little.

He ate some demonic power, consumed his own consciousness, and tried to manifest the formation. After trying several times, he roughly understood the use of this law in his heart.

This law is used to deduct spiritual consciousness.

His own spiritual consciousness can be used normally, consumed normally, and restored normally, but it can no longer be "grown".

Once it grows, it will be "deducted" by this law that is like a crack in the void.

Mo Hua is a little worried.

It doesn't matter if a little spiritual consciousness is deducted, but when will it be deducted?

It won't be deducted for a lifetime...

Or, when his cultivation level catches up, his realm and spiritual consciousness are balanced, or roughly balanced - at least not so outrageous, this law will disappear on its own?

Or, when the deducted spiritual consciousness reaches a certain limit, it will disappear?

The avenue is cold and the law is silent, no one can tell Mo Hua the answer.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

"Let's do this for now..."

People should be content with what they have.

Seventeen lines are seventeen lines.

And his spiritual consciousness should be at the peak of seventeen lines, and there is only a little distance from eighteen lines...

This spiritual consciousness is "barely" enough in his realm.

As for the future.

Mo Hua pondered for a while and felt that no matter when this law would be "deducted", it didn't matter.

Because I have no way to deal with it...

Who can say for sure about the law of the great way?

In this case, I will follow the steps, practice diligently, and refine my consciousness as always.

With a higher level of cultivation or a sufficient consciousness, I will be able to remove the restrictions of this law sooner or later.

Mo Hua stared at the law of the great way in the sea of ​​consciousness, which looked like a crack in the void, and suddenly felt a little confused.

"Law... What exactly is it?"

"Why does the law appear like this?"

"In the black, with gold, it looks like a crack in the void... Why can it devour the consciousness?"

"The void, the crack... Could it be related to the rules of the 'Dongxu Realm'?"

Mo Hua suddenly felt profound.

He decided to study this "law" when he had time in the future to see if he could find some ways and learn something.

Since this "uninvited guest" came to his sea of ​​consciousness out of thin air, he had to find a way to get some wool, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's mood instantly improved.

The law of the great way!

He had never seen it before.

Or rather, this was not something that a foundation-building cultivator, or even an ordinary cultivator, could touch.

Now a clear and distinct law of the great way took shape and remained in his sea of ​​consciousness, constantly tapping his consciousness.

Although his spiritual consciousness was deducted, limiting the growth of his spiritual consciousness, it also gave him an opportunity to see with his own eyes the manifestation and operation of the laws of the great avenue.

In everything, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and pros and cons coexist.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling refreshed.

But he didn't have time to study it yet, he had to "eat" the demon first.

There is still a lot of the demon "takeout" he ordered on the altar and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua continued to "eat" the demon's mind power.

But this time, what he ate was a bit "bland".

Because these evil thoughts could not be "eaten" into his stomach, they were all taken away by the law of heaven.

Mo Hua felt a little aggrieved, but adhering to the spirit of not wasting it, he still ate up these evil thoughts.

After eating, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the restrictions of the laws of heaven in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have relaxed a little.

It also "eats" a little full.

"really……"

Mo Hua sighed and made up his mind to gather more of Tiandao's wool in the future to vent his hatred of "stealing food".

Your own "snacks" are not so easy to grab!

Mo Hua snorted softly, then calmed down and began to review the formation patterns on the Taoist monument.

He wants to prepare.

In the next few days, he will officially start to learn the formation of the Seventeen Patterns!

…

Taixumen, the forbidden area behind the mountain.

A crack in the void appeared out of thin air.

Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, walked out of the void.

In the Elder's Residence, he abandoned foreign objects and concentrated on calculating cause and effect, but just now, he suddenly felt a powerful sword intention floating around, and he couldn't help but notice it.

But just halfway through the calculation, the compass couldn't stop.

Mr. Xun could only be patient and after deriving the compass, he immediately came over to check the situation.

In the sword tomb, the old man with a long beard sat there blankly.

Mr. Xun didn't know what happened. He looked around and said solemnly:

"Senior brother, are you using your sword again?"

The long-bearded old man touched the broken sword in his hand and shook his head slightly absentmindedly.

"Half way out..."

Mr. Xun frowned.

What does half of it mean?

The sword was drawn, but not slashed?

Mr. Xun took another look at the long-bearded old man and saw that he was absent-minded and seemed to have something on his mind. He felt slightly shuddered and asked:

"Brother, what happened?"

The long-bearded old man's sharp eyes revealed some thoughts, and he suddenly asked a strange question:

"Did our Taixu Sect raise a divine beast?"

"Mythical beast?"

Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, confused.

Why did senior brother suddenly ask such an irrelevant question?

Could it be...

Mr. Xun's eyes narrowed.

The evil thoughts are polluting, the sword intention is backlashing, the injury has become more serious, it has already hurt the sea of ​​consciousness, and the thoughts are confused and unclear?

Mr. Xun was silent.

He felt pain in his heart when he saw that his senior brother, who had devoted all his energy and blood for the Taixu Sect, was broken physically and mentally, and had to be alone, guarding the sword tomb, and being buried with the broken swords and scraps of iron all over the mountain.

Mr. Xun sighed deeply, suppressed the sadness in his heart, shook his head and sighed softly:

"How can there be such a thing as a mythical beast nowadays..."

The long-bearded old man didn't know what Mr. Xun was thinking, and he pondered to himself, "Then, are there any masters staying at my Taixu Gate in the past few days?"

Mr. Xun thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said:

"No."

There are people who stay overnight, but there are no people who can be called "masters" by their senior brothers.

The old man with a long beard frowned, considered for a moment, and asked slowly:

"Then...have our Taixu Sect accepted any talented disciples in recent years?"

Gifted?

Mr. Xun was a little surprised and thought for a moment.

There have been many talented disciples over the years, and this year there are many disciples with high-grade spiritual roots and excellent qualifications.

But even though his spiritual roots are good, he may not be taken seriously by his senior brother.

At the level of senior brother, which is close to the limit of a monk, the talent he talks about is definitely not "gifted" in the general sense.

He must be someone who is astonishingly talented and beautiful among all the geniuses.

Mr. Xun suddenly thought of ink painting.

Mo Hua, this kid...

The formation is indeed amazing, but apart from the formation, everything else counts as the same, and none of them works...

Extremely biased.

And the formation...has nothing to do with senior brother.

Senior brother is not proficient in formations, so he shouldn't care about such things as formation geniuses.

But just in case, Mr. Xun still asked, "Exceptionally talented... what kind of 'talent' do you mean?"

The old man with a long beard looked thoughtful.

If he is a disciple of the sect... then this person must have extremely powerful killing intent...

The old man with a long beard asked: "Are there any disciples who are psychic in the way of swordsmanship, who are born with sword intent, or who are born with the manifestation of spiritual thoughts and are good at fighting..."

Innate sword power, divine will to fight...

Mr. Xun nodded slightly.

Then it has nothing to do with ink painting.

That child was a formation master, not a sword cultivator. It was difficult to dance with a sword, and he was well-behaved and weak. He would never fight with others.

It seems that other disciples don’t have either…

Taixu Sect turned his spiritual thoughts into swords and sealed them as forbidden arts.

Other sword techniques are not that good.

How could a talented young man with a natural talent for swordsmanship join the Taixu Sect and learn these mediocre swordsmanship traditions?

There are a lot of swordsmanship sects in Qianxue State for him to choose from.

And even if the divine sword is not sealed, we would not dare to let such a good young man with "natural sword intention" practice, unless his life is really hard and he cannot die even if he wants to.

"No."

Mr. Xun concluded.

The bearded old man closed his eyes and sighed, a little disappointed.

Mr. Xun frowned, "Senior brother, why do you ask these questions?"

The old man with a long beard opened his eyes and glanced at his gray-haired junior brother who was worried about the sect. The image of him when he was young, gentle and high-spirited came to his mind, and he finally couldn't bear to worry him anymore.

"Nothing, just ask." The bearded old man said calmly.

Mr. Xun didn't believe it, but he sighed helplessly when he saw that his senior brother had closed his eyes to rest and seemed unwilling to say more.

I have been stubborn all my life, and now I am half buried in the ground, but my temper has not changed at all.

Mr. Xun shook his head and warned with some complaint, "Take a breath and don't draw your sword again..."

Then he turned around, stretched out his fingers, drew a crack in the void, and left.

After Mr. Xun left, the long-bearded old man slowly opened his eyes again. He turned his head and took in the entire ancient and majestic Taixu Mountain. He frowned and murmured:

"Who is it...?"

Taixu Mountain is vast and the trees are lush, covering everything up.

The old man with a long beard showed his sharp eyes, "Next time I attack, I will definitely catch you..."