Chapter 917 Breakthrough

Mo Hua had a good sleep.

He doesn't sleep on weekdays, and devotes almost all of his time during the day and night to practicing and drawing formations.

Especially after Zi Shi, when there was a Dao Monument, he would practice the formation many, many times every night.

But after several fierce battles at this time, coupled with the battle of super-level spiritual thoughts, the oppression of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the withering of the physical body, Mo Hua really couldn't stand it anymore, so he forgot everything and slept peacefully. Sleep.

When I woke up, it was already daylight.

Bright sunlight shines into the room.

Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his mind was a little blank, and he stared at the sunshine outside the window in a daze.

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded.

Mo Hua turned his head and saw Elder Murong, who had a fair face and was dignified and graceful. He had a slight smile on his lips and looked at him gently.

"Hello, Elder Murong..." Mo Hua whispered.

His voice was still a little hoarse.

"Stop talking," Elder Murong said, "It's time to take medicine."

Elder Murong stood up, took out a few pills, and handed them to Mo Hua's mouth.

Mo Hua couldn't move and could only open his mouth to accept Elder Murong's "feeding".

After feeding the elixir, Elder Murong took Mo Hua's pulse again, pondered for a moment, and said softly:

"Okay, take good care of yourself and you'll be able to go back to class in about two or three days."

"Thanks……"

Mo Hua only said one word of thanks, then his throat hurt and he was speechless again.

Elder Murong chuckled lightly, "You have a good rest," and then left.

Mo Hua was lying alone on the bed, looking at the Bagua Dan furnace cloud patterns on the ceiling, and was lost in thought. After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"The physical body is indeed the host body of spiritual thoughts."

If the body is strong, the spirit will be good and the mind will be abundant;

On the contrary, now that my physical body is losing blood and vitality, it is difficult to concentrate even with my spiritual consciousness, and my spirit is also a little dazed.

Fortunately, Mr. Xun saved him, and there was someone with a kind heart and a very powerful alchemy master named Elder Murong who made elixirs for him, so his physical injuries were not serious.

"But next time we do things, we should be more cautious and thorough."

"Also, it would be nice if my body could be stronger..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Then a burst of fatigue and sleepiness hit him, Mo Hua fell into a deep sleep, and slowly closed his eyes.

While his mind was weak and he fell asleep slowly, he did not notice the vision in his cause and effect, nor did he know about an evil, dark, terrifying, blackened, young "ink painting", Also sleeping in his destiny...

…

Taixumen, back mountain.

Mr. Xun climbed up the steps, passed over the many seals, and walked towards the sword tomb.

He is still very concerned about the "Sword Intent" matter.

Logically speaking, the swordsmanship attained by Mo Hua cannot be condensed into "sword intent" at all, but there is indeed a superb "sword intent" emerging in him. This cannot be cultivated by foundation building at all, and it is not possible at all. Unreasonable.

The first thing Mr. Xun thought of was his senior brother.

I am afraid that he is the only one in the entire Taixu Mountain who can pass on this superb swordsmanship and profound swordsmanship to the foundation disciples. In the past, he was the best swordsman in Qianzhou, overwhelming the geniuses of his generation, and slaying countless demons. , the one who made countless demons and evil spirits frightened upon hearing this, was the Dugu Patriarch of Taixu Mountain.

But absolutely not!

No matter how much he respected this senior brother, he would never allow him to teach the kid Mo Hua how to practice swordsmanship.

Old Mr.

"The true secret of turning Taixu's spiritual thoughts into swords"!

This sword art is already a Taixu forbidden art.

Once you learn this sword, you will step into the abyss and never look back in this life.

Mo Hua has a broader formation path, and you must not take this road out of curiosity, where monsters are everywhere, great terror is approaching, and there is no danger of survival.

Mr. Xun walked into the sword tomb with a heavy heart.

In the sword tomb, there are many broken swords. Ancestor Dugu, as usual, closed his eyes and collected his breath, sitting on the same spot.

"Senior brother..." Mr. Xun said.

But Patriarch Dugu didn't answer or even react at all. He sat among the withered graves, like a dead white rock, silent and withered.

"...senior brother?"

Mr. Xun frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.

He gradually slowed down his pace, with a hint of edge in his cloudy eyes, and looked at Patriarch Dugu warily.

Ancestor Dugu's face trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were strange. The whites of his eyes were black, but the pupils were white, with light and dark intertwined and unclear.

Mr. Xun's expression suddenly changed.

"Senior brother, you!"

Ancestor Dugu's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be experiencing a battle between heavenly demons. His face gradually turned pale, and his facial features were melting and distorting. With his remaining will, he said to Mr. Xun word by word:

"Go quickly..."

"Seal the sword tomb..."

"Also, help..."

He didn't have time to say that name, or those beings didn't allow him to reveal the name.

In the endless disturbance of the flying demons, Dugu Patriarch's facial features completely melted and turned into a "faceless man".

Mr. Xun's pupils trembled violently, and then without thinking, he grabbed it out of thin air, tore open the crack, took out a compass, and injected it with spiritual thoughts and spiritual power.

On the compass, formation patterns appeared, spreading around like a spider web.

In the sword tomb, the densely packed sealing array was also activated at this time.

The aura of Taixu Liangyi circulated, and the golden doors of the seals were stacked layer by layer, enclosing the entire sword tomb and sealing it tightly.

Above the entire sword tomb, a fifth-grade sealing array was built.

This array sealed the sword tomb, everything in the sword tomb, and also blocked all the aura to prevent it from being leaked.

But at this time, the sword intent of the old ancestor Dugu was fierce, and the array pattern of the array was crumbling.

Mr. Xun's heart sank, and he crushed a jade slip and said, "Junior Brother Murong, there is a change in the forbidden area, come and help me."

The jade slip broke through the air, but in just a moment, a five-colored crack appeared in the void.

"I'm busy in retreat, don't worry..."

An old man with a slender figure, handsome demeanor, and white-haired face walked out of the crack in the void. Before he finished speaking, he saw the strange-looking Dugu Patriarch and the precarious seal formation. His pupils immediately trembled and he took a breath of cold air.

"Brother, he..."

"Don't talk nonsense, take action quickly."

The young-faced and white-haired Murong Patriarch immediately looked solemn, pinched his fingers, and sacrificed a Taixu Seal, which turned into four blue dragons, suppressing the surroundings of the sword tomb and suppressing the strange demonic energy.

Mr. Xun took this opportunity to fully activate the seal of the sword tomb layer by layer, and then reinforced it heavily...

The seal patterns turned into void chains, completely sealing the sword tomb without leaving any gaps.

Also, Dugu Patriarch was completely suppressed in it.

This seal formation was left by the senior masters of Taixu Sect. When fully opened, it is enough to seal any divine thoughts, spiritual power, flesh and blood within the fifth rank.

Until this time, Mr. Xun and Patriarch Murong breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to Senior Brother?" asked Patriarch Murong.

Mr. Xun looked solemn and shook his head, "I can't explain it, but Senior Brother's condition is very wrong. I'm afraid that the things that are 'sealed' are trying to come out..."

Patriarch Murong changed color when he heard this, "Then Senior Brother is..."

Mr. Xun said solemnly: "The mind is still there, but I don't know how much it has been 'contaminated'. I can only seal it first..."

"Then..."

"Senior Brother is a master of swordsmanship. He may have a way himself. We can't help too much..."

Mr. Xun sighed helplessly.

Patriarch Murong looked up at the seal formation, then at Patriarch Dugu whose figure was blurred in the formation, with a somewhat sad expression, and said with a sigh:

"The great catastrophe of the demons lasted for a long time, with tragic casualties. In the end, it was Senior Brother who cut off his own path, used his body as a prison, and guarded the gate, so that Taixu Sect could have peace in the future."

"Senior Brother... gave up his top talent, gave up his infinite future, gave up his great scenery, and turned from the famous first sword of Qianzhou into a living tomb. For so many years, he has been unknown and guarded this forbidden land. Now he is old and it is difficult to distinguish between humans and demons. I don’t know if he can have a good end..."

Patriarch Murong felt deeply sad.

Mr. Xun also felt sad, but still said: "This road was chosen by my senior brother himself. He knows these things better than us."

"I know." Patriarch Murong sighed, and then asked softly, "What should we do now?"

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, "You and I will work together to completely seal this back mountain, even the void, and not allow anyone or any existence to enter or leave. After a while, we will see the situation..."

Mr. Murong pondered for a moment, "If it is impossible..."

"If it is impossible," Mr. Xun frowned and sighed, "I will think of another way."

He didn't say what the method was, and Patriarch Murong didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded:

"It can only be like this..." After that, the two were silent, each with a heavy heart.

The bright sunshine shone into the back mountain, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, revealing coldness and heaviness.

Patriarch Murong looked around and took in the entire Taixu Mountain. He sighed softly:

"The three sects have merged, but there are twists and turns. I am afraid that the future of my Taixu Sect is uncertain..."

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment, his eyes full of thoughts, and slowly shook his head and said: "It is not that the future of my Taixu Sect is uncertain, but the future of this world and all living beings is uncertain..."

Mr. Murong was stunned, "This... I am afraid it is too much..."

Mr. Xun looked indifferent, pondered for a moment, and then slowly expressed his worries:

"The great catastrophe of heaven and earth is indeed terrible, but it is not the most terrible thing."

"The most terrifying thing is actually the decline of human hearts."

"The great calamities in the past were naturally dangerous, but there were still great cultivators like my senior brother who had great cultivation, great perseverance, and great vision, who gave up fame and fortune, honor and disgrace, and self, to carry the lives of the people and resist this great calamity."

"What about now?"

"Nowadays, the sects in the world are all about profit. Most of the disciples under the sects also do self-interested things in a high-sounding manner. If people do not cultivate their hearts, do not seek the truth, and are selfish, what will happen if they really encounter a great calamity?"

As if thinking of that scene, Mr. Xun's expression was extremely stern, and his tone was also chilling.

"I always have a premonition that with the corruption of human hearts, the next great calamity may be the...death calamity of this Jiuzhou."

This statement was so shocking that even the ancestor Murong was horrified.

Patriarch Murong said in a deep voice: "With the unification of the Nine Provinces, the power of the Dao Court is great. Even if it has declined a little, it should not have reached this point..."

But his words didn't seem to be addressed to Mr. Xun, but rather to himself.

Mr. Xun was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked into the distance.

"I hope so..."

…

Everything in the back mountain is tightly sealed by the formation, making it unknown to outsiders.

Time flows quietly.

After three days, the ink painting was almost perfect.

He can continue to take classes, practice, and draw formations.

Of course, the most important thing is that with a third-grade divine skeleton and the "legacy" of an evil fetus, he can continue to refine the divine marrow, devour divine thoughts, and crack the mystery formation.

Another half month passed like this, at midnight, Mo Hua was meditating in his disciple's residence, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he was solving puzzles as always.

But something is different today.

Because today, he will be able to solve the mystery formation, which also means that the bottleneck in the later stage of his Tianyan Jue foundation building will be broken tonight.

He is about to reach the late stage of foundation building!

Mo Hua suppressed his excitement and began to solve the last puzzle formation with slightly trembling hands.

As he traced the outline with his fingers, the golden divine thoughts shuttled between the mystery formations, forming one formation after another. The mystery formations were also gradually deconstructed, collapsed, and eliminated...

Finally, as the last stroke was condensed and the last golden pattern settled, the "mystery array" that was the bottleneck of the Tianyan Jue finally turned into a golden hairspring and completely dissipated.

At that moment, the sea of ​​consciousness in Mo Hua suddenly became clear.

Qi Hai is no longer suppressed by bottlenecks.

The spiritual power flows by itself, forming the Zhoutian, and merges into the sea of ​​​​qi of the ink painting.

There is also a slight feeling of "hunger" in the meridians of the limbs and bones.

Mo Hua immediately opened his eyes, took out the spiritual stones that had been prepared, crushed them all, breathed them in, took them into the body, circulated around the sky, refined them one by one, and settled into the sea of ​​qi.

Mo Hua felt that his spiritual power had strengthened again after a long time.

His sea of ​​consciousness is also broadening little by little, and the realm of his spiritual consciousness is gradually rising...

I don't know how long it took, but finally, as the sea of ​​qi filled up, the sea of ​​consciousness became clear, the meridians throughout the body became stable, and the spiritual power was established.

Mo Hua opened his eyes, with a strange brilliance blooming in his eyes, and the aura around him also increased.

Late stage of foundation building!

Finally a breakthrough!

The whole breakthrough process was quite smooth.

But the prerequisite for success was that he had spent too much thought, planned too many plans, and fought hard to kill the divine skeleton first and then the divine embryo, so that he could achieve such a smooth breakthrough now.

"It's not easy to practice Taoism..."

Mo Hua was filled with emotion.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off and he is now a late-stage foundation-building monk.

In front of all the junior fellow apprentices, I was finally able to hold my head up high.

Mo Hua looked inside himself and examined his current strength:

His physical body was stronger - although it had no effect.

His spiritual power is a bit richer - of course, compared to his disciples who are always at the top level and have high-grade spiritual roots and techniques, the gap is still quite big.

The only thing that was good was his consciousness, which was as strong as ever.

The pinnacle of the nineteen lines...

Because of the devouring of the third-grade divine skeleton and the huge spiritual thoughts left by the evil fetus, coupled with the enhanced divine consciousness brought about by breaking through to the late foundation building stage, Mo Hua's divine consciousness this time has taken another step beyond the limit. A big step.

At this time, his consciousness was infinitely close to the twenty lines.

Mo Hua even felt that as long as he had another opportunity, he could break through this limit and truly possess the spiritual consciousness of the twenty-line realm.

In the later stage of foundation building...the pill formation of spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua was a little dazed for a moment.

He didn't expect that the day when his consciousness would form a pill would be right in front of him without even realizing it, and it even made him feel a little unreal.

When he was in the Qi Refining Realm and building the foundation of his spiritual consciousness, he spent a lot of effort, drawing formations every day, and then slowly polished it up.

But thinking about it in retrospect, this may also be because the Great Wilderness Evil God is lodged in the border of Qianxue State.

The Evil God of Great Desolation was too fat, and he kept eating and drinking. As soon as he didn't pay attention, his consciousness was about to form a pill.

And, it's more than that.

Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, lowered his head, and looked at the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts.

He has successively refined a third-grade divine skeleton and a second-grade evil fetus, swallowing a large amount of divine marrow. His current divine thoughts have also turned into an almost pure gold color.

It is almost pure gold, but there is still a trace of impurities.

This color is already terrifying. At least so far, Mo Hua has never seen such pure "gold" on any god or other existence.

Not even Huangshanjun.

Not to mention the small whitebait, it is silver.

As for the golden color, Mo Hua had only heard from Huangshan Jun and had no idea about this kind of essence.

"The next step is to remove impurities and refine your spiritual thoughts into pure gold?"

"What happens next?"

Mo Hua was confused.

Thinking of the divine marrow, Mo Hua recalled what the third-grade bloody divine skeleton said to him not long ago.

That godly corpse said that he knew nothing about "Taohua" and that his Tao was a complete mess...

Mo Hua was a little unhappy, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the third-grade divine skeleton probably wasn't telling lies.

My understanding of the "Taoization of Divine Consciousness" indeed needs to be deepened, and the strength of my Divine Consciousness needs to be polished more, and I need to gradually master it through inheritance.

That divine skeleton did want to kill him, but at the same time it also reminded him.

The key is... why does it want to remind itself, why does it say these things to itself?

Isn't it the divine skeleton of the Lord of the Great Wilderness?

Mo Hua recalled every bit of dealing with this bloody divine skeleton, and suddenly found a problem:

"Blood..."

Although other divine skeletons are also cruel, bloodthirsty, devour human lives, and have blood shadows, they do not have such a strong "blood" background like this divine skeleton now, and even its innate magical power is a "Blood-Slaying Blade" that condenses the way of blood.

"Its way is related to blood..."

"This doesn't seem to be the 'way' of the Great Wilderness Evil God?"

Mo Hua frowned.

Things seem to be getting complicated...

However, he doesn't know much about evil gods, the way of gods, the laws of the great way, and the like, and he has encountered few situations.

Now thinking about these, I can't figure it out.

"Let's talk about it later..."

"Anyway, it's already in the late stage of foundation building..."

Mo Hua was satisfied, put aside other thoughts, and slept peacefully again.