Chapter 867 Pollution

The Xiao family ancestor was horrified.

A wisp of black air was entering his mind through the seven orifices of his incarnation, seeping into his soul, corroding, polluting, and corrupting him bit by bit.

The Xiao family ancestor didn't understand.

How did his great-great-grandson provoke such a terrifying existence?

This terrifying existence was very similar to the legendary "evil god" or "devil", and was a "taboo" that even he, the Dongxu ancestor, was extremely afraid of.

And when did this kind of existence begin to spread in the Qianxuezhou realm...

The Xiao family ancestor couldn't figure it out.

But under such a life-threatening crisis, there was no time for him to think carefully.

The Xiao family ancestor used all his life's learning of the secrets of heaven to activate a method of mind.

His mind incarnation, like shedding its skin, began to crack from the epidermis, and then abandoned the entire body of mind outside, thereby getting rid of the pollution of evil thoughts and ensuring the purity of his soul.

The magic of mind shedding!

This is the last and most difficult divine art in the Tianji magic he obtained through great fortune.

Through this secret art, one can shed the divine body and retain the divine soul like a dragon shedding its skin.

Although the divine consciousness will be greatly damaged, the polluted divine thoughts will also be shed, retaining the purest origin.

This is a divine thought method of "cutting off arms to survive" created to deal with various unknown existences and various strange pollutions in the divine thoughts.

It is also the most difficult secret art to practice in his inheritance.

The ancestor of the Xiao family originally thought that he would never use it in his lifetime.

Unexpectedly, his most beloved great-great-grandson brought him such a shocking "big surprise", making him face this "great terror" existence with almost no defense.

The divine thoughts of the ancestor of the Xiao family began to shed their skin.

The skin cracked inch by inch, and most of the divine thoughts, as well as the polluted black air that had penetrated into the divine thoughts, were abandoned together.

A "miniature", pure Xiao family ancestor broke out from the abdomen of the original body, and then did not look back, neither looked at the little ghost nor peeked at the source of the "terror", and fled directly to the cause and effect.

The situation is extremely urgent.

Time is also very urgent.

You must have the determination of "cutting off your arm", and you must also seize this rare opportunity, not a single minute, not a single second, can be missed.

If you hesitate a little, you will die without a burial place.

The body of the Xiao family ancestor's divine transformation desperately fled to the cause and effect.

The little ghost did not look at him again, as if he was attracted by the majestic divine thoughts of the cave realm that he had shed.

The "terror" existence is still just spreading polluted black air.

He seems to be on the verge of awakening, lacking a ritual, or lacking a medium for survival, and is about to awaken, but it seems that he has not awakened yet.

Otherwise, he only needs to look at it to pollute a cave.

The ancestor of the Xiao family feels fortunate.

He had bad luck, but also good luck.

Otherwise, he would have been doomed.

And this time, he finally saw what the "great terror" in the secrets of heaven was.

This will be of great benefit to his future practice of cause and effect.

"Escape first..."

The Xiao family ancestor spared no effort to escape, and the farther he escaped, the more he could jump out of the cause and effect and escape from this nightmare.

But at this moment, there was a sudden wave of distortion, and the Xiao family ancestor seemed to have collided with something again.

A fishy and rotten smell came.

It seemed to be a corpse.

After the transformation of the gods, the Xiao family ancestor raised his head and saw a "copper corpse" with eyes like blood sea, a body like bronze, tall and ferocious.

The Xiao family ancestor's heart tightened.

The copper corpse is not scary.

In the eyes of a Dongxu ancestor like him, a mere copper corpse is just a low-end zombie in the foundation-building realm.

However, this is in the cause and effect, in the deduction of the secrets of heaven...

Where did the copper corpse come from?

The ancestor of the Xiao family took a closer look and saw the arrogant majesty and the surging blood in the eyes of the bronze corpse, as well as the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood behind it. The chill surged in his heart and his internal organs were trembling with cold.

"This is not an ordinary bronze corpse. This is... the corpse king who leads a group of corpses and is accompanied by the sea of ​​blood?"

"What the hell is... Taoism?!"

It was like the severe cold of the 39th day of winter, and a basin of cold water was poured over his head.

The ancestor of the Xiao family was cold all over and his face was ashen.

He had never thought that he would encounter such a situation in his life.

The weird evil fetus ghost, the sleeping ancient evil god, the corpse king Taoism who blocked the road...

The ancestor of the Xiao family didn't know how he escaped from this situation.

When his divine consciousness struggled to trace back to his own sea of ​​consciousness, he didn't feel any relief for surviving the disaster, but only endless anxiety and fear.

In his soul, there were wounds from evil, pollution from evil gods, and teeth marks from evil fetuses.

His forehead was black, his eyes were dull, his face was as white as paper, and there were bloodshot under his eyes.

He was alive, but he looked like a "living corpse".

His mind had been "shed" like a skin bag by him using the Divine Shedding Technique, so the loss was extremely serious.

But his mind was obviously extremely weak, but his desires were very abundant.

His heart seemed to be filled with countless desires and desires.

The ancestor of the Xiao family looked numb, as if he had lost his parents, sitting in front of Xiao Tianquan's bloody corpse, muttering to himself:

"It's over..."

"The Xiao family is over, everything is over..."

"I... am no longer me, what am I..."

The door of the cave was closed, and no one answered.

…

A few days later.

On the Xia family's spiritual boat.

Supervisor Xia was writing a letter.

The first letter was addressed to the clan. The letter was addressed to a powerful elder of the Xia family, but he did not leave his name. He only wrote "The elder's personal letter":

"The plan has changed."

"Xiao Tianquan died suddenly, and the cause of death is unknown. The plan to control the Xiao family needs to be renegotiated."

"If it doesn't work, we can only gradually control the Dao Ting Division through the Guishui Sect, and then further infiltrate, and take advantage of the Dao Conference when the various sects are distracted and competing, to make a big plan."

"Xia Rong'er doesn't know the general situation and is not worthy of great use. From now on, the clan's support will be reduced by 30%..."

Xia Jianzhu paused and added, "...suspend Xia Rong'er's marriage proposal."

Then he selected the key points of the recent situation in Qianxuezhou and the trends of various families, and then sealed the letter, called his confidant, and asked him to pass it back to the clan through the Xia family's Yuanci secret channel.

After that, he started writing the second letter:

This letter was written to someone unknown, there was no title, and he did not sign his name.

"Xiao Tianquan's body was transported back to the Xiao family."

"The Xiao family ancestor sealed the cave. According to his habits, he should be deducing the cause and effect and figuring out the murderer, but..."

Xia Jianzhan looked a little solemn, "It has been three days since the cave was sealed, and it has not been opened yet. Not only that, the Xiao family ancestor also ordered that all Xiao family cultivators must not approach the cave, and he has been in seclusion until now, and there has been no news..."

"The Xiao family ancestor, it is very likely that he has been 'contaminated'."

Writing the word "contaminated", Xia Jianzhan felt cold sweat on his back.

"Although the situation was unexpected, one of the Xiao family's Dongxu is also useless..."

"The elder's guess is not wrong. There are indeed evil thoughts shrouding the Qianxuezhou realm, and there are evil things going on..."

"It's just that the aristocratic families are xenophobic and the sects are disloyal. I can't intervene for the time being and don't know the inside story."

"If things can't be done, it's better to make plans early..."

...

After writing, Xia Jianjian sealed the letter and put it into a golden sword. With a flick of his finger, the golden sword was annihilated in a moment of carelessness.

Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, with lingering fears.

"The ancestor really didn't lie to me. 'If it can't be counted, it won't be counted.' It's just a little bit short. I'm afraid that I will be 'contaminated'."

No, it's not just "contaminated".

The ancestor of the Xiao family, who has a Dongxu cultivation and a deep attainment in Tianji, has ended up like this. It's more likely to be dangerous. If it were me, I'm afraid I would die on the spot.

Xia Jianjian sighed and frowned.

Cultivating Taoism is dangerous, and Tianji is especially terrifying.

I don't know what kind of terrifying existence Xiao Tianquan has provoked...

...

Inside Taixu Sect.

This "terrifying" existence is in the preaching room, teaching his junior brothers and sisters to learn formations.

"You must remember these formation patterns, the sect assessment should be tested..."

"You must remember these formations, you will definitely use them when you go out to do tasks..."

Mo Hua said in a serious manner.

He taught seriously, and the junior brothers and sisters below listened seriously.

Under Mo Hua's guidance, the disciples of Taixu Sect improved their formations very quickly.

A junior brother of the same class, who was even one or two years younger than them, could teach formations on the podium, which invisibly inspired the fighting spirit of these disciples.

At the beginning, the disciples of the same sect all followed Mo Hua to learn formations with the ambition of "must surpass the junior brother".

Later, they found that the more they "surpassed", the greater the gap, and then they recognized the reality.

Their goal changed from "surpassing the junior brother" to "being on par with the junior brother".

Then it became "not falling behind the junior brother too much".

Finally, forced by the situation, they all became "not being able to not understand the lessons taught by the junior brother"...

And Mo Hua's status in Taixu Sect is also relatively transcendent.

The ancestor is partial to him, the elders are indulgent, and he is also quite prestigious among the disciples.

Therefore, he went to the Dragon King Temple and "skipped classes" for a long time. When he came back, he was like nothing happened, practicing and attending classes normally, and no one thought there was anything wrong.

Some disciples were really curious about where Mo Hua went and what he did, and they kept asking.

Mo Hua arranged some formation homework, and they didn't bother to ask anymore.

In this way, the life of the sect was on the right track.

But Mo Hua had a thorn in his heart.

That was the "evil fetus" of the Lord of the Great Wilderness that was integrated into his soul.

A few days ago, for some reason, the evil fetus in his soul seemed to be particularly excited, as if it had eaten a good meal from nowhere...

Mo Hua was shocked by this.

He thought that the evil fetus had broken through the divine array he had set up and began to devour his soul.

Later, he checked carefully and found that it was not.

This "evil fetus" did not know what to eat.

I don't know which unlucky guy sent it to its mouth and fed it.

Although it was not "eating" himself, it also reminded Mo Hua.

This "evil fetus", even if it was sealed by himself, still has some unpredictable means and is slowly getting stronger.

Once one day, it is strong enough to break through his divine array, it may unknowingly further pollute his divine thoughts, thus seriously threatening his soul.

Once the soul is completely contaminated, you will become indistinguishable from it, and you will truly become a "little evil god".

"Trouble..."

"The evil god is really not easy to mess with."

Mo Hua frowned.

But now he has no good way to eradicate this parasite and purify this "pollution".

He didn't dare to tell Mr. Xun.

If old Mr.

He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but at least for now, he can still suppress the evil fetus and prevent it from spreading and breeding.

He is still himself, not the embryo of an evil god.

But the problem is that he doesn't know what will happen next.

Mo Hua thought about it for a long time and had no idea, so he thought to forget it for now and just take it one step at a time.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.

The evil fetus is sealed, so I just need to be careful during this period of time.

The top priority is to eat the "dish" you ordered first.

Mo Hua painted a lot of monsters on the altar of the Dragon King Temple. What followed was bound to be a feast, so preparations needed to be made.

Before that, Mo Hua specifically went to consult Elder Xun Zixian. He made insinuations and made several inquiries to explore the relationship between the divine soul and divine consciousness. He was sure that devouring pure divine thoughts would not affect the divine soul or cause any changes in the divine soul. , it will not encourage the growth of evil fetuses, so you can rest assured.

But then, there is another problem:

He ordered too many.

So many demons will invade Yu'er's nightmare.

He could handle it on his own, since it wouldn't be that easy for the demon to hurt him anyway.

But if you are not careful and cannot control the situation, causing the demons to riot, Yu'er will be in danger.

He can deploy Shinto formations, but he feels that pure Shinto formations are not very safe.

It would be best if there was someone who could help him check for leaks and fill in the gaps from a spiritual level, and calm down the situation, so that he could feel completely at ease.

But it's hard to tell others about this kind of thing.

Moreover, not all monks' spiritual consciousness can withstand fighting against demons like his own.

Seeing that the day of "meal delivery" was approaching, Mo Hua was a little distressed.

After class that day, he was thinking about this while walking.

When passing the bookstore facing the water in the north of the disciple's residence, Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and happened to see a big white dog lying on the ground, bored.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

He ran up to the big white dog.

The big white dog was very alert. When he sensed someone approaching, his fluffy ears stood up, his aura suddenly became majestic, he stood up slowly, and let out a deep roar.

But halfway through the roar, he realized it was Mo Hua. He let out another "woof" and lay down listlessly.

"Why don't you have any energy?" Mo Hua muttered.

The big white dog lay on the ground, his eyelids slightly raised, and he glanced at Mo Hua resentfully.

Then it drooped its eyelids and continued to rest.

Mo Hua approached it and whispered: "I'll treat you to a big dinner, will you eat it?"

The big white dog's ears twitched, but he still ignored Mo Hua.

He's tired of chicken legs.

And it actually doesn't like eating chicken legs very much. It was just for the sake of Mo Hua that it reluctantly ate it.

"Not chicken legs."

Mo Hua understood what Big White Dog meant and whispered, "It's something more delicious..."

The big white dog turned his head and looked at the ink painting with his big eyes, somewhat confused.

Mo Hua thought for a while and didn't know how to explain it. Suddenly he had an idea and took out a bone sword from the storage bag.

"This thing..."

The big white dog was stunned, and then couldn't help but sniff, smelling a trace of strange smell from the sword.

demon!

The big white dog's eyes suddenly shone, and his saliva couldn't help but drip down.

It suddenly opened its mouth and was about to swallow the bone sword into its belly.

Fortunately, Mo Hua had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly put away the bone sword.

The bones up to the mouth were gone, and the big white dog glared at Mo Hua angrily.

Mo Hua glared back.

After touching Mo Hua's gaze, the big white dog's arrogance gradually extinguished and he lay on the ground again, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Mo Hua's hand.

At this time, the base body in the bone sword was almost scared out of its wits.

It was really afraid that the ink painting would like the new and dislike the old, so on a whim, it took its bone to feed the dog.

This little ancestor, if he was caught off guard, it would be really fatal...

Jian Gugu secretly broke into a cold sweat.

At this time, Mo Hua also warned the big white dog: "You can't eat this bone, but I can still use it."

The big white dog whined, very unhappy.

Mo Hua then seduced: "I'll take you to a big dinner. It's much fatter than these bones. Do you want to go?"

When the big white dog heard this, he immediately stood up, stuck out his big tongue, and nodded frequently at the ink painting.

"Okay!" Mo Hua said happily.

Then, when he was about to let the big white dog go, he found that it was tied up by a chain made of unknown material and could not leave the bookstore.

Mo Hua frowned and then remembered that this seemed to be the leader's dog.

"Head..."

Mo Hua touched his chin.

He wasn't familiar with the leader. So far, he had only met him a few times at the annual opening ceremony.

Also, the last time I "bullied" the big white dog at the door of the bookstore, he caught him in action.

However, even so, the leader did not blame himself.

Moreover, he is gentle and elegant, has a good temperament, and seems to be easy to talk to.

"How about asking the boss to borrow a dog?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and decided to give it a try.

But he didn't know where the head lived, so when he was free, he would squat at the door of the book pavilion, hoping to meet the head with good luck.

Two days later, he really met him.

As soon as the slightly fat head of Taixu, with a ruddy face and a head full of thick black hair, arrived at the book pavilion, he found Mo Hua squatting at his door and was startled.

"Mo Hua?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

"What's the matter?" Head of Taixu said gently.

"Head," Mo Hua whispered, "I have a small request, I wonder if you can agree..."

Head of Taixu was a little surprised, and then he became interested.

He has been the head for so many years, and few disciples can muster up the courage to make requests to him in person.

"You say." Head of Taixu nodded.

Mo Hua pointed to the big white dog outside the door, "Can you lend me this dog for two days? One day is also fine..."

Lend a dog?

The head of Taixu was stunned and didn't respond for a long time.

Mo Hua whispered: "Is it not possible..."

"It's not impossible, but..." The head of Taixu was a little confused, "What do you want to borrow this dog for?"

"Guarding the door!" Mo Hua said confidently.

The head of Taixu didn't know what to say for a while.

This kid really regarded this strange beast with only the blood of the remaining divine beast as a "guard dog"...

"This... dog is very dangerous." The head of Taixu reminded.

"It's okay, I have a good relationship with it, and I have fed it chicken legs." Mo Hua said.

The head of Taixu's expression was a little subtle.

He thought about it carefully and shook his head.

This dog is not an ordinary beast. It is too unruly. In the family, except for a few ancestors and a few elders who feed it, no one will give it face.

Once it goes crazy, ordinary cultivators can't do anything with it.

Therefore, it is easy to cause trouble if it is lent to disciples.

Master Taixu wanted to refuse, but when he looked at Mohua and remembered the importance and hope that Mr. Xun had for him, he suddenly changed his mind and nodded:

"Okay."

Mohua looked happy.

Then Master Taixu personally untied the big white dog's chain and handed the reins to Mohua.

Mohua smiled and said:

"Thank you, Master! You are such a good person!"

Master Taixu laughed, and just as he was about to remind Mohua, "This beast is unruly and wild, you have to be careful..."

But when he turned around, he found that this "unruly", "wild" big dog that had escaped the shackles of the chain was following Mohua meekly, wagging its tail happily...

Master Taixu silently swallowed the words on his lips, his expression was extremely complicated.