Chapter 915 Darkening

The ancient and mysterious Taixu Sword of God-Slaying, which circulates the five elements and combines the formation and Dao, shone brightly, like an inverted river in the sky, and suddenly chopped down.

The Blood-Slaying Blade, which was condensed by the blood of the God Corpse, broke into pieces at the moment of the confrontation. The bloody Dao of slaughter, cruelty, murder, dead silence and annihilation of humanity on it was also strangled by Mo Hua's sword Dao, and was finally directly crushed by the ancient and vast Taixu Sword Intent.

In the end, the blood blade collapsed.

The majestic Sword of God-Slaying, slashed the blood blade, swept away the sea of ​​blood, and slashed on the God Corpse with supreme momentum.

The third-grade God Corpse, the divine thoughts were condensed as real, and the black and red blood was like an indestructible armor.

But in front of this "Sword of God-Slaying" that combined the Kaishan Sword Formation, the Broken Gold Sword Formation, the Guishui Sword Formation, the Lihuo Sword Formation, and the ancient Taixu Sword Intent, it was still vulnerable.

The dazzling sword blade of the God-Slaying Sword only stagnated for a moment before it broke through the blood armor of the God Corpse, shattered its shoulder bones, cut into its body, and then went down, completely cutting the God Corpse in half, breaking its path, and cutting its origin.

The body of the God was broken, the blood stopped flowing, and the origin was cut off.

The sword intent remained at the wound, still cutting continuously, preventing the injury from recovering and destroying all life.

The horrified expression of the God Corpse still remained on his face. After a moment, it slowly turned its head and looked at Mo Hua, who was holding the God-Slaying Sword in both hands, with a look of fear and uncertainty.

"What a strong sword..."

Gradually, the expression of the God Corpse became calm and indifferent.

Its body was gradually dissipating, and its will was gradually extinguished, but its tone was very calm.

"You won..."

"Your Dao is a mess, your swordsmanship is a mess... but I have to say, it is indeed very strong."

"But the Dao has no end. The further you go, the more refined and pure it must be. You can't go far with such a rough attitude."

The bloody God's skeleton looked at Mo Hua deeply at last.

"I lost this time. I hope I can meet you again next time..."

"If you don't die, if..."

"If you are still you."

After the God's skeleton finished speaking, it turned into ashes and completely disappeared, leaving only a black and red smoke like gravel on the spot.

Mo Hua frowned.

"If you lose this time, you will meet me again next time... Isn't this thing dead? How can it meet me again if it's dead?"

"And... isn't it the body of the Great Desolate Evil God? Why is it so different from other bodies?"

"Is it because it's a third-grade one, or is there another reason?"

"This body is a little weird..."

Mo Hua pondered for a while, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of ​​consciousness. He immediately felt a chill in his heart:

"Oh no, it's over-consumed..."

As a third-grade outer evil god, the burden on his sea of ​​consciousness and body was too great, causing his blood and qi to shrink, and his sea of ​​consciousness also began to ache.

Also, the essence is used up...

Mo Hua felt bitter and murmured:

"This battle was really a tragic victory. I was exhausted, all my cards were played, and my family's wealth was also used up. Fortunately, I killed a third-grade divine skeleton, which should be able to make some money back. I hope this third-grade divine skeleton will not let me down..."

Mo Hua stood up a little weakly, walked towards the third-grade black smoke, stretched out his palm, wanted to manifest the formation, and simply refine it first, but when he stretched out his palm, Mo Hua found that his palm was pitch black.

Mo Hua was startled.

"When did I get injured?"

"Or was it contaminated by this divine skeleton?"

He looked down and found that it was not just his palm, but his entire arm, shoulder, chest, and even most of his body, as if it was stained with dirty water, all black.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

At the same time, a sharp, sinister and piercing laugh sounded.

Evil fetus!

Mo Hua's expression changed, and he immediately wanted to set up a divine array to completely seal his soul, but it was too late.

Black water flowed out from his body, contaminating his limbs and bones, until his face was stained with black spots.

"I clearly set up an array, how did you get out?" Mo Hua was shocked.

The evil black water covered Mo Hua's face, and through Mo Hua's mouth, he sneered in a sharp and strange voice:

"Why... do you think your divine array with that little accomplishment can seal me?"

"I have been dormant for a long time, do you think I will do nothing, let you seal, and wait for you to kill me?"

"I have been waiting for a long time, waiting for now..."

Mo Hua's heart sank, and he wanted to call out the Dao monument, but there was no movement in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He then remembered that the Dao monument would not appear before midnight.

The evil fetus sneered, "Don't waste your energy. I'm hiding in your soul and know everything about you."

"Your Dao monument will not come out before midnight."

"Although your divine consciousness is strong, it is not as good as the third-grade divine skeleton. If you force a fight, you will definitely consume your divine essence."

"If you are unlucky, you will die in the hands of the divine skeleton."

"Even if you beat the divine skeleton, you must do your best and use all your trump cards. In a period of time, you will be exhausted..."

Mo Hua frowned and said, "So this third-grade divine skeleton is actually summoned by you? You have been dormant for so long, just for now?"

After Mo Hua finished speaking, his face became dark and gloomy again, turning into the appearance of "evil fetus", and sneered:

"Yes, you are really smart, and you only figured it out now."

Mo Hua said coldly: "Don't forget that you can't erode my Dao heart. In a head-on confrontation, even if I am exhausted now, you will not be my opponent."

"As long as you delay for a few hours, until midnight, there is a Taoist monument protecting the sea of ​​consciousness, and you can still only be your 'shrinking turtle'."

"Given time, I will definitely kill you!"

Even though Mo Hua was at a disadvantage, these words still made Xie Fei's heart palpitate when he heard them.

It had already been shadowed by Mo Hua, and it only dared to show its head when Mo Hua was exhausted after a deadly battle with a powerful enemy.

But it also knows that this is its only chance.

Black blood surged around the ink painting.

"These days, I have been thinking about how to defeat you, how to kill you, how to eat you..."

"My dusty memories are awakening little by little, but there is no way to kill you in these memories."

"There are ancient beings residing in the sea of ​​your consciousness. There are too many secrets in you. Your divine consciousness is too strong, and your methods are endless."

"So, I figured it out..."

The evil fetus smiled darkly, "I can't defeat you. Only you can defeat yourself. Only you can kill yourself..."

Mo Hua was shocked and felt something was not good.

Then the evil energy suddenly appeared, and the black blood on his body was like a worm, seeping into the fine tentacles and seeping into the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts, constantly absorbing, replicating, and assimilating, as if to divide him.

Mo Hua struggled, but to no avail.

After an unknown amount of time, the black blood completely covered the ink painting, like an embryo. Eventually, the embryo trembled, hatched, shed its skin, and turned into another human figure.

The evil fetus also merged with this figure and stood opposite the ink painting.

Mo Hua then slowly raised his head and looked to the opposite side, looking shocked for a moment.

Standing opposite is another "ink painting".

A "black ink painting" of the same size, same body shape, and same face as him, but his whole body was soaked in black blood, full of evil, and strange and terrifying.

At this time, "Black Ink Painting" grinned, revealing his white teeth:

"This is my last original magical power: embryonic transformation."

Its voice is exactly the same as the ink painting, but there is a hint of cunning and insidiousness in the crispness.

"I used your soul as a guide and my divine way as a 'fetus' to hatch another you."

"I can't pollute you, I can't make you become me."

"In that case, then I will be you."

"In this way, as long as I kill you and eat you, you and I will be indistinguishable from each other. I will be in you, and you will be in me. We will merge into the ultimate divine fetus, and you and I will become one."

Mo Hua's face looked a little ugly.

He pointed his hands together and manifested a raging fireball, heading straight towards the "black ink painting" transformed by the evil fetus.

But at the same time, the "black ink painting" also pointed out a pitch-black fireball, roared out, and collided with the red fireball in the ink painting.

The fire crackled, the spiritual thoughts exploded, and the fireball disappeared, but the evil black fireball was obviously better.

Mo Hua held his hand empty again and grabbed it out of thin air. A water prison descended and bounded away towards the "black ink painting".

The black water flashed, and Hei Mo Hua used Water Step to escape from the Water Prison Technique. After standing still, he grabbed it with his backhand, and a Black Water Prison Technique suddenly came to Mo Hua's side.

Ink Hua also used Water Step to dodge, and then with deep pupils and a movement of his mind, he manifested the Golden Lock Formation, trapping "Black Ink Hua" from all directions.

The golden formations turned into chains and wrapped around the body of "Black Ink Painting".

But "Black Ink Painting" suddenly laughed ferociously, waved his left hand, and immediately removed the golden lock pattern around his body.

Condensing his right hand, he manifested the Heili Fire Sword. With a casual slash, he split the entire Golden Lock Formation. The Golden Lock Formation collapsed and completely dissipated. The expression in the ink painting is extremely solemn.

"Hei Mo Hua" looked at him and grinned, his smile was both innocent and evil, "I said, I hatched you, and I am you. I can do all the moves you know."

Mo Hua was silent for a moment.

After this fight, he now realized firsthand how difficult "he" was.

And, it's more than that.

Now he is exhausted from fighting for a long time.

However, the blackened self in front of him had just been hatched from the evil fetus and was still in a "prosperous" state. Fighting like this was simply not an option.

Mo Hua sighed, "We are born from the same roots, so why rush to fight each other? Since you are me, why don't we shake hands and make peace? Why do we have to live and die?"

"Black Ink Painting" heard this and said with a smile:

"As I said, I am you. It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to 'yourself'."

The ink painting made a sound.

"Hei Mo Hua" pointed his finger, and a black fireball was blasted towards Mo Hua. Then he held his hand and re-manifested the Heili Fire Sword. He used the passing water step. With a few flashes of his body, he approached Mo Hua's body. The tip of the sword Directly to the heart of ink painting.

Mo Hua used Water Step, dodged the black fireball, grabbed it with his backhand, manifested the Tai'a Kaishan Sword, held a sword flower, swung away the Heili Fire Sword that was stabbing his chest, and then slashed close to him, and "Heili" The "self" started to fight.

However, after the battle with the third-grade divine skeleton, Mo Hua's spiritual energy was consumed too much, and he was no match for "Black Ink Hua". Regardless of spells, formations or sword techniques, he was at a disadvantage.

The moves of "Black Ink Painting" became more and more fierce and cruel.

Mo Hua's breath became weaker and weaker, and the wounds on his body became more and more numerous, and the injuries became more and more serious.

But despite this, ink painting is still struggling to survive.

But his support obviously has limits.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua was finally exhausted, his mind was exhausted, and he stumbled, revealing a flaw.

The "black ink painting" that had been pressing the ink painting suddenly showed a ferocious smile, and with his left hand holding it empty, evil thoughts arose, manifesting the Lishan Cremation Evil Array, trapping the ink painting in the array.

Then it condensed the Black Water Sword in its right hand and threw it violently. The Black Water Sword, imbued with sinister evil energy, flew out of the air and went straight towards Mo Hua's heart.

The black mountain stirred and turned into a cage. Evil fire surged and evil thoughts surged, engulfing the ink painting directly.

The sinister black water sword also stabbed where the ink painting was. The sword light shattered and strangled him wantonly.

Dark evil thoughts, mixed with firelight, filled the air for a moment.

But when the smoke cleared, there was no figure in the formation.

"Black Ink Painting" looked up and saw an ink painting with a dim golden light on the edge of the formation, holding the Mountain Sword in his hand, panting.

It was obvious that just now he did not know what method he had used to avoid the formation and swordsmanship that consumed a lot of evil thoughts.

"You're lucky... but you won't be able to hold on to your 'drowned dog' look for much longer..."

"Hei Mo Hua" sneered, and then without any nonsense, he manifested the black mountain sword again and killed Mo Hua again.

The ink painting, which has run out of oil, can only grit its teeth and continue to fight against the blackened self.

After fighting like this for a while, the ink painting finally failed again, revealing flaws.

"Black Mo Hua" continued to kill, using formations and sword techniques at the same time, trying to take Mo Hua's life.

Huge spiritual fluctuations came, but after the smoke subsided, the ink painting still managed to survive "dangerously".

"Black Ink Painting" was so angry that he attacked Mo Hua again.

The ink painting barely held up, but several times it looked like it was about to hang up, but it just wouldn't hang up.

"Black Ink Painting" finally realized something was wrong and immediately said angrily:

"Your divine marrow has not been used up at all! Do you still have the divine marrow left?"

Mo Hua shook his head: "No."

Hei Mohua's eyelids twitched, and he pointed at him and said: "Still quibbling, what is that on the corner of your mouth? Isn't it the essence of the spirit you just stole?"

Mo Hua wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "You are wrong. This is the blood I vomited."

Hei Mohua was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "You are indeed... despicable and cunning."

Mo Hua stopped pretending and said confidently:

"I am a child of a poor family. Whether it is spiritual stones or divine marrow, I am used to saving some as a spare to avoid running out and feeling panicked."

Mo Hua looked at "Hei Mo Hua", "Didn't you say you are me? Then you should understand this habit."

"Black Ink Painting" remained speechless.

Mo Hua asked strangely, "You don't understand? Oh, right..."

He suddenly realized something and confirmed something, "You say it's me, but after all, you were born in the Great Wilderness, the embryo is bad, and you don't know the sufferings of the low-level monks. After all, you are not me."

The face of the "black ink painting" is gloomy and very ugly.

It suddenly realized that it still underestimated this half-human, half-god kid. It was really too difficult to kill...

Much more difficult to kill than ordinary gods.

But no matter how difficult it is to kill, there should be a limit.

"You don't have much divine marrow left," Hei Mo Hua looked at Mo Hua with his evil eyes, "I don't believe how much marrow you will have left after fighting against the third-grade divine skeleton. You can't delay it for too long."

Mo Hua nodded and admitted, "There isn't much left, we can't delay it for too long, so..."

"I'm going to kill you too!" Mo Hua said solemnly.

The black ink painted pupils shrank.

Mo Hua held his hands in empty hands and raised them above his head, with a look of determination as if he was about to die:

"I admit, you did push me into a desperate situation..."

"I was indeed calculated by you. At this moment, I am at my weakest, and my essence is indeed gone."

"If I delay it any longer, I have no chance of winning, so I can only fight to the death."

"With this final sword, I will fight you to the death!"

"If I win, then I'm still me."

"If I lose, then you become me."

"Do you dare to fight with my life for this last sword?"

Mo Hua's eyes were stern, like looking at an ant, looking at the blackened self in front of him.

Hei Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then became angry.

Do you dare?

It sneered, "Don't forget, I was born in the mold of you, and I know all your moves. Do you think you can kill me by fighting with the Divine Sword?"

Mo Hua said: "How will you know if you don't try?"

The black ink painting looks indifferent.

It's not going to fight.

It knows better than anyone else how cunning and difficult the body of "Mo Hua" is, and how much dirty water there is in its belly.

He wants to fight with himself, there is definitely something wrong with this.

"Black Ink Hua" remained motionless, and then he discovered that while Mo Hua was talking about "fighting the sword", he was actually raising his hands above his head. There was no movement at all, no sword energy condensed at all, and even his eyes flickered, and there was a little bit. Guilty.

"Black Ink Painting" made sense instantly.

He's bluffing!

He is me and I am him.

He knew that "I" was suspicious, so he bluffed and pretended to fight to the death, but in fact it made himself afraid and did not dare to fight to the death with him.

He's stalling for time!

When he was dragged to his feet, the Taoist tablet appeared and protected his sea of ​​consciousness, so there was nothing he could do against him.

However, spells, formations, and even general "sword transformation" cannot kill him at all.

The only way to kill him is the final form of Taixu's divine mind-turned-sword - "God-Slaying Sword".

"Black Ink Painting"'s pupils trembled, and his thoughts changed rapidly:

"It's not that he wants to fight with me, but that I should fight with him!"

"Before the Dao Monument appears, I can kill him with this sword. This is my only chance to replace the 'Mo Hua'."

"He also understands this about 'Mo Hua', so he took the lead and pretended to fight me desperately, which made me fearful and dare not really fight him to the death with the 'God-Slaying Sword'."

"As long as I hesitate and don't dare to actually kill him, then once the time comes, I will no longer be able to do anything to him. All my plans so far have been in vain..."

"Black ink painting" has the same origin as ink painting, and you can instantly understand the thoughts of "ink painting".

Then it no longer hesitated, and raised its hands in the air with empty hands. The pitch-black evil sword array condensed into the sword of divine will one by one, and merged in its hands, creating a terrifying momentum.

If he knows how to use a sword, I can also do it. He understands it, and so do I.

His spiritual sense was damaged and consumed a lot, and his divine marrow was almost used up. But my evil thoughts are still abundant.

This sword determines life and death, the advantage is mine!

Hei Mo Hua looked at Mo Hua with a determined look, and his voice was a bit arrogant and fierce:

"Okay, let's fight to the death! Let's see who will be the 'ink painting'!"