Chapter 916: Worse than Hell

Hei Mo Hua's voice was fierce and fierce.

The real Mo Hua, however, turned pale and looked flustered.

He seemed to really just want to trick this "blackened" self, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop as he imagined. "Hei Mo Hua" was really fighting him desperately.

Mo Hua turned around and wanted to escape, but they were "of the same origin", so this trick naturally couldn't escape the eyes of "Hei Mo Hua".

Its eyes were dark, the devilish energy was surging, and the evil sword shuttled through, weaving into a whole Taoist prison, directly suppressing Mo Hua from a distance.

Evil Embryo Shocking God Sword!

"Want to run? Too late." Hei Mo Hua sneered.

Mo Hua used the Shocking God Sword style to suppress the third-grade divine skeleton, forcing it to fight with him. Now this trick was also used by Hei Mo Hua to deal with himself.

Mo Hua tried a few times, but couldn't break free. Finally, he sighed and could only accept his fate and raised his hands above his head.

Forced by the situation, he had to fight to the death with the blackened "self".

Mo Hua looked solemn. Between his hands, a sword formation was formed. The sword shape was condensed, and the five elements flowed and merged into one, turning into a sharp divine sword.

It was the "Sword of God Slayer" that he had just used to cut off the third-grade divine corpse.

But opposite him, the Sword of God Slayer in the hands of "Black Mo Hua" was exactly the same as his. Not only that, but because of the addition of evil spirit, the momentum was even better.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and continued to integrate the ancient and mysterious Taixu Sword Intent.

"Black Mo Hua" sneered, exactly the same, and also integrated the Taixu Sword Intent between his hands.

On the blackened "Sword of God Slayer", the killing intent surged, the wronged souls flew, and the power was even higher.

The two "Swords of God Slayer" faced each other in the air.

One black and one positive, one strong and one weak.

Mo Hua was at a disadvantage, and his expression became more and more nervous.

"Black Mo Hua" stared at Mo Hua, admiring the panic, panic and despair on Mo Hua's face.

However, it did not appreciate it for too long, and the "despair" on Mo Hua's face completely disappeared. Instead, there was a sly smile.

This smile...

Xie Tai was startled, and his face gradually changed. A chill surged into his heart, and his pupils gradually widened.

"What are you... laughing at?"

Hei Mo Hua's voice was somewhat uneasy for no reason.

"Actually," Mo Hua was no longer embarrassed as before, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, "I am the same as you, waiting for this moment, and I have been waiting for a long time..."

"When the Dao Monument was there, you didn't dare to come out."

"Only when I fight a strong enemy and my oil is exhausted, you will be able to go all out and fight me to the death."

"So what?" Hei Mo Hua lost his voice, and he didn't even notice that there was a tremor in his tone, "I am you, you are me. I know you very well. At this point, what tricks do you still have, can you kill me?"

After Hei Mo Hua finished speaking, his pupils shrank.

Then it watched helplessly as Mo Hua's temperament gradually changed.

"I left this sword for you. I couldn't bear to use it to cut others..."

A cold, dead, and empty atmosphere spread.

At the same time, Mo Hua looked solemn and began to use the real, final "God-slaying Sword".

He first cut off his ego and his lust.

His face became cold, ruthless, empty, and ethereal, as if there were no more human sorrows and joys, but only the ruthlessness of heaven and man.

The Supreme Way of Cutting Emotions.

This way was integrated into the sword way, and the God-slaying Sword in Mo Hua's hand also skyrocketed. In the original ancient and majestic Taixu Sword Way, it was integrated with the deep and empty black color like the outer space. The two intertwined to create a real "God-slaying Giant Sword" that was shining, but dark like chaos.

This "God-slaying Giant Sword" is several times larger than Mo Hua himself. When it is raised, it is like a sword that can support the sky, with black and white colors intertwined and gold wrapped around it.

Mo Hua, who has a mortal body, seems like a god or demon in the sky for a moment.

"Heaven... Heaven Demon Slash?!"

Mo Hua couldn't believe it, his eyes were horrified, and he screamed in shock:

"How can you follow the Heaven Demon Path?!"

"Why can you even learn Heaven Demon Slash? What the hell are you?!"

Mo Hua, holding the Heaven Demon Slaying Giant Sword, is like a ruthless god or demon, ignoring this blackened evil fetus hatched by his soul.

The Taixu God-slaying Sword is to kill the small self.

The Taishang Emotion-slaying Path is to kill evil desires.

Today, he wants to kill this "evil self", achieve the Emotion-slaying Path, and cultivate a true, unparalleled God-slaying Sword!

The "evil fetus" that Mo Hua regards as a straw dog of the Great Dao and a sacrifice of the Sword Dao suddenly has a fierce warning of life and death in his heart.

"This damned little beast, he even lied to me, even plotted against me, everything was set up by him."

"He has it all planned..."

"What a demon with a mind close to a demon!"

"No, we can't let him get out..."

"Hei Mo Hua" gritted his teeth, poured all his evil power into the blackened God-Slaying Sword, and then took the initiative and chopped it down.

"Kill him, I'm 'Mo Hua'!"

But now, it's too late.

Mo Hua used his own sword formation as the basis, integrated the Taixu sword meaning, and implemented the "God-Slaying Giant Sword" of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Love Dao, which has been activated.

Hei Mo Hua's sword chopped down first.

But Mo Hua's giant sword arrived first.

For a moment, it was as if the world was collapsing, the mountains and rivers were collapsing, the majestic sword meaning, the surging sword energy, and the complex and indescribable ancient sword way and the Heavenly Demon Love Dao in it were completely integrated into one, like a long rainbow piercing the sun, pouring down.

This sword alone can crush everything in its path.

The blackened God-Slaying Sword of "Hei Mo Hua" was instantly cut off by the larger God-Slaying Sword of Mo Hua, shattered into dust.

Then the sword light continued to rush downward like a river bursting its banks, and the vast and unrivaled sword energy slashed towards Hei Mo Hua's body.

"Hei Mo Hua"'s pupils widened, and his face was full of shock. He wanted to resist and struggle, but he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was completely powerless. In the end, he could only be swallowed up by the sword energy and completely annihilated in the sword light of the Taixu God-Slaying Sword, which was like a torrent...

Turning the formation into a sword, integrating the Taixu sword way, understanding the devil's love, slaying the evil self, and forging the real God-Slaying Sword Style!

This sword was slashed out, and at this point, the final sword style of the Taixu Divine Mind Transforming Sword True Art, the God-Slaying Sword, was finally cultivated!

Mo Hua held the huge God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and felt that man, sword, and Tao were united as one. There was nothing that could not be slashed between heaven and earth!

People can be killed, emotions can be killed, desires can be killed.

Ghosts can be killed, demons can be killed, and devils can be killed.

Even gods can be killed!

The moment of the achievement of the sword art of beheading gods.

Taixu Sect, the sword tomb in the back mountain.

Broken swords hummed one after another, and the sword intentions of the dead sword cultivators turned into white smoke, rising up and connecting with the clouds in the mountains.

The old ancestor Dugu, who was closing his eyes to rest and sealed himself as a demon in his heart, suddenly opened his eyes and looked shocked.

Another strange phenomenon appeared in the sword tomb.

The broken sword rang in the lonely tomb, and the sword energy turned into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it was more obvious and more powerful.

This is a sign of the revival of the sword art of Taixu Sect.

If it was before, the old ancestor Dugu might be relieved and happy, but now, in addition to the shock in his heart, he was mixed with anxiety and fear.

Others may not see or hear it, but he can.

He clearly saw that not only white smoke was produced in the sword tomb, but also the illusory and strange nine-day demon shadows that ordinary people could not see.

At this moment, the demons were dancing wildly, and the demon sounds filled their ears.

These demons were celebrating, in ecstasy, and making terrifying, unpleasant, and charming cries.

Some people learned their Tao.

Some people became the bridge of Tao and became the "anchor" of their present world, becoming another demon fetus for the demons to appear in the world.

Mo Hua's innocent face floated in the mind of the old ancestor Dugu.

The old ancestor Dugu seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, and his back was pale and sad.

"A good child..."

"Everything is too late, there is no turning back..."

"Blessings and disasters lie in the same place. After all, I was wrong..."

...

In the sea of ​​consciousness.

The aftermath of the sword of the gods dissipated.

Mo Hua frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Black Ink Painting" was cut, his mind was shattered, his origin was cut off, but he did not die, as if his origin had extraordinary vitality.

But after being killed, the evil fetus had lost its human form, leaving only a mass of black mist, beating like a heart, like a real "embryo".

It was still trying to repair its injuries.

But the Taixu sword intent had a long history, and the sword intent was too sharp, causing deep injuries.

And the Supreme Slashing Emotions, Slashing Desires, Slashing Me, and Slashing the Will of the Divine Mind, the evil fetus that had been cut had a desire to die, and clearly wanted to live, but had no desire to "survive".

Because the desire to live was cut off.

The evil fetus squirmed, constantly repairing the wound that could not be repaired at all.

Even the two thoughts of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" were still intertwined and confronting.

Mo Hua did not want to delay any longer.

He was now truly "running out of energy".

No matter how strong, cautious, and thoughtful he was, he reached his limit after killing a third-grade divine skeleton and an evil fetus in succession.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly, "I have to kill a third-grade divine skeleton and an evil god fetus, and I have to kill them one after another..."

"I don't know whose foundation-building cultivator has to suffer this kind of punishment?"

At his age, the pressure he bears is too great.

But fortunately, he killed it.

Mo Hua used the last bit of his divine consciousness to manifest the divine Dao formation, which turned into a divine consciousness chain, completely sealing the "evil fetus" in it.

The evil fetus at the end of the strong captivity also had no ability to resist.

Mo Hua meditated on the spot and waited for a while. When the Dao monument appeared at midnight, he carried the evil fetus and walked to the Dao monument.

On the Dao monument, the robbery thunder was bright red and dazzling, like a torture knife tempered with heavenly fire.

Sensing the aura of annihilation above the thunderbolt, the evil fetus, which was originally dying and looked like an "evil thought tumor", suddenly struggled in fear and screamed: "Little ghost, evil creature, how dare you..."

"I said, I dare!" Mo Hua said.

The evil fetus struggled for a moment and suddenly fell silent.

Mo Hua paused and couldn't help asking: "You don't beg for mercy?"

The evil fetus' voice became more shrill and childish, revealing a sense of indifference and weirdness, "Kill me."

Its tumor trembled and opened a crack, like a terrifying big eye, staring at Mo Hua, as if to remember Mo Hua's appearance forever in his heart.

"Kill me, and I will merge with you."

"You will never be able to get rid of the 'brand' of the Lord of the Great Wilderness in this life. Even if you go to the ends of the earth, the followers of the Lord of God will hunt you down endlessly, and regard your flesh and blood, your soul, as the best sacrifice to the Lord of the Great Wilderness..."

"Do you think I was brought up by fear?" Mo Hua was not afraid at all, and even wanted it.

But he still had some doubts, "If I kill him, he will merge with me?", "Can't get rid of the 'brand' of the Lord of the Great Wilderness?"

What does this mean?

Mo Hua was curious and wanted to ask, but he finally held back.

Villains die because they talk too much.

He should not be considered a "villain", but he should be cautious in front of the evil fetus. He should take its life while it is sick and not give it a chance to breathe. Otherwise, he would be the one who would suffer if he hesitated.

Besides, even if he asked, the evil fetus, who was about to die, would definitely not say anything.

Mo Hua no longer hesitated, tied up the evil fetus with the Shinto lock and threw it to the Taoist monument.

The annihilating, terrifying, and supreme heavenly law of the tribulation thunder was like a bright red "branding iron", obliterating everything about the evil fetus, obliterating all its origins and wills...

The evil fetus said nothing, staring at Mo Hua with ferocious eyes, and never looked away until his soul was completely destroyed.

"A defeated general, still so majestic?"

Mo Hua also stared at it with confidence.

Until this evil and strange fetus of the evil god was completely destroyed, leaving behind the incomparably pure and rich essence like spring water.

Mo Hua was relieved and then overjoyed.

This big worry in his heart was finally completely removed!

His soul was finally completely liberated.

In the future, he was no longer afraid of being polluted by the evil god, let alone the evil fetus, which suddenly appeared and laughed sinisterly.

And...

A lot of essence!

It was more than all the essences he had swallowed before, flowing like spring water, and it was purer than before.

Mo Hua stretched out his finger, dipped it and licked it, as if he had eaten a mouthful of liquefied sunlight, and his whole body was comfortable.

He couldn't help but take a few more sips, with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to feast on it, he suddenly remembered something.

"It's midnight now, and I'm still outside the mountain gate, not back to the sect."

"Moreover, after two fatal battles, the pressure on the sea of ​​consciousness is too great, and the blood will wither."

"If the body is gone, no matter how strong the mind is, it's useless. I can't stop being a human and become a ghost, or an evil god, right?"

"And to be honest, being a ghost is not that simple. If a person wants to transform into a ghost after death, there must be various conditions such as natural disasters, evil people's resentment, etc. It's not something you can cultivate just by wanting to cultivate."

"Not to mention the evil god, I don't know how many murders he will commit..."

"It's important to check the body first..."

Mo Hua hurriedly withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness and traced his mind back to the body.

But as soon as the mind traced back, he felt pain all over his limbs, his blood was not flowing smoothly, and his meridians were a little withered. He couldn't move at all, and couldn't open his eyes.

It's over!

Mo Hua's heart sank.

It was the middle of the night, and he was still in a remote mountain with few people.

Once the body encounters any danger, it will be a big trouble.

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and then he quickly calmed down and forced himself to open his eyes with a strong will.

But his eyelids seemed to be filled with mud and sand, heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't open them at all.

Mo Hua did not give up and kept trying. After an unknown period of time, he endured the severe pain and slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was a gentle face and a pair of soft eyes.

This is...

"Murong... Elder?"

Mo Hua was surprised, and then he heard Elder Murong say to the side in a gentle voice like spring breeze: "Ancestor, the child is awake."

"Well." Mr. Xun's old voice sounded beside him, "You can feed the pills."

Before Mo Hua came to his senses, he felt a pair of beautiful and cold fingers with a faint licorice taste, picking up a few pills and stuffing them into his mouth.

Before he could taste anything, the pill went down his throat and rolled into his stomach, turning into a warm medicinal power that blended into his limbs and replenished his blood.

Then, Elder Murong fed him some bitter spiritual liquid.

Then he fed him some unknown pills.

Mo Hua felt much better, his limbs could move, his throat was much clearer, and he could speak, but his voice was still a little hoarse:

"Thank you, Elder Murong..."

Elder Murong stroked Mo Hua's forehead with his slender fingers and smiled gently:

"It's okay. You fainted in the outer mountain without a sound, and your blood and energy were too much. Fortunately, the old man noticed it early and ordered people to find you and send you to me..."

Mo Hua's voice was hoarse, and he wanted to say a few words of thanks, but was stopped by Elder Murong, "You haven't recovered yet, so talk less."

Mo Hua nodded.

"I won't disturb you to rest." Elder Murong checked Mo Hua's injuries, stood up lightly, bowed to Mr. Xun, and then left gently.

Mr. Xun then walked to Mo Hua's bed and looked at him worriedly.

"I'm sorry... for causing you trouble."

Although Elder Murong asked him not to speak, Mo Hua still thanked him hoarsely.

Mr. Xun shook his head, "I'm glad you're okay."

He looked at Mo Hua again, and the blood, black air, evil thoughts, and even the sword intent on Mo Hua's face flashed through his mind, and he frowned.

"You... bumped into an evil spirit?"

Mo Hua nodded obediently, "I bumped into... a little."

"How is it now?"

"Solved..."

Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua's eyes, and saw that although he looked weak, his eyes were clear and his divinity was contained, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "Are there any future troubles?"

Mo Hua shook his head.

"Well, that's good..." Mr. Xun said, and then stood up and left. "You should have a good rest. If there is anything, take care of your health first."

Mo Hua's throat hurt, and he couldn't speak, so he could only nod seriously.

With his deep eyes, Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua from head to toe, and confirmed that this "treasure disciple" of Taixu Sect was really fine, and then he slowly turned around and left.

But after leaving the alchemy room, Mr. Xun's expression suddenly became gloomy.

"How could there be evil spirits in this Taixu Mountain for no reason?"

"And the black air is so thick, almost the origin of evil, this is unusual..."

"And... sword intent?"

Mr. Xun was puzzled.

Mo Hua is not a sword cultivator, how could such a strong sword intent emerge from his body?

And this sword intent is complex and obscure, and it contains strange things, which makes him, the ancestor, feel palpitations.

Where did he learn it from?

Who taught him?

...

Mr. Xun stopped to think, his mood was like waves, his brows were as heavy as a mountain, and after a moment, he sighed deeply.

"This kid... is too good at provoking karma."

"I don't know if my Taixu Sect can suppress him..."

Mr. Xun shook his head and took a few steps slowly. After only a few steps, his figure completely disappeared and left the alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, Mo Hua still felt a little weak, and his eyelids were heavy as lead. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

While Mo Hua was sleeping, he didn't realize that his body was changing.

The heavenly secrets flowed slowly, and the chain of cause and effect emerged. With Mo Hua's appearance as the "foundation", it ran through his past and led to his future.

This chain of cause and effect that existed in the heavenly secrets, traced back to the past, anchored the present, and led to the future, was his fate.

Mo Hua fell asleep, but his fate was trembling.

A ball of black fog that was as dark as the sky, with extremely fierce and strong hatred after being killed, crawled into his fate along the chain of cause and effect.

Then, the black fog trembled like a heart, hatched like an embryo, and finally turned into its appearance before death:

An evil, dark, terrifying, blackened, young "Mohua".

With a terrible cry that was enough to scare ghosts and gods.

"Black Mohua" opened his eyes.

Its pupils were dark, and it looked around with pure malice.

A ghost that seemed to be there and not there, with a faint and undetectable figure.

Ferocious zombies all over the mountains.

And a corpse king with a copper head and iron bones, bloodshot eyes, tyrannical, majestic and terrifying, full of evil breath.

The evil baby-like Black Mohua cried again.

This cry contained a strong deterrent force, and it whistled past with the cold wind.

The ghost in the shape of a woman was silent, and the zombies on the mountain were silent, only the corpse king had scarlet eyes and revealed his hideous fangs.

But the evil baby did not make any other movements, just slowly closed its eyes and fell asleep again, while under it, thick black water oozed out, like evil amniotic fluid, devouring the cause and effect, feeding itself, and growing little by little.

Although it was just an evil baby, the evil aura it exuded was enough to compete with the blood aura of the corpse king who commanded the corpses. The black aura and blood aura intertwined into one, covering the sky and the sun.

Under the evil aura and blood aura, evil ghosts lurked, the corpse king was entrenched, and the evil baby was sleeping.

The scene in the ink painting cause and effect fate was even more hellish than hell.

But at this time, under the cover of the Taixu Liangyi Lock, people in the world had no chance to see this terrifying purgatory scene.