Chapter 967: The Injustice Has Its Cause

Strong, gloomy, and fierce evil thoughts came.

For a moment, the sky and the earth spun, the four directions changed color, and the vision of the spiritual consciousness began to distort, deform, and dim, as if falling into a gloomy abyss, suffocating.

Under such a huge evil thought, everyone's soul trembled, even the peak of the golden elixir could not hold on, one after another, their eyes were blank, their foreheads were black, and they slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Hua held on the longest, but it was also very reluctant.

It seemed that there was an evil thought force that kept distorting the space of his sea of ​​consciousness and pulling his spiritual consciousness out of himself.

Seeing Elder Xun and the others fall to the ground one by one, Mo Hua finally couldn't hold on.

He gave up resistance and let the evil force pull his spiritual consciousness out of his sea of ​​consciousness and bring him into another unknown realm.

The surrounding scene was like a complex picture of the hearts of thousands of people.

Colorful and bizarre.

Filled with feelings of separation, coldness, resentment, deformity, etc.

The world twisted, shattered, blurred, and then reconstructed.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found himself in an illusory nightmare world.

There was still a huge temple around him.

This temple was similar to the one he had just seen in the real world.

It was magnificent, with gorgeous pavilions and solemn buildings, but it was filled with a strong, gloomy, and dark evil spirit.

The dirty black water soaked the golden buildings.

The rotten meat transformed by evil thoughts hung on the eaves.

Between the walls, there were deformed and ugly eyes, full of despair, peeping at something.

There were also ghosts in the sky, flying like dark clouds.

Seeing the scene around him, Mo Hua took a breath of cold air, and then his eyes were slightly stern, and his mind turned:

"The body of the second elder was destroyed, the witchcraft was broken, the dragon lock was shattered, and the evil fetus must have woken up..."

"Its evil thoughts were too strong. In just a moment, it filled the temple, distorted the present world, and absorbed everyone's consciousness into its nightmare."

"The nightmare is the world of the evil fetus. The evil fetus will not die, and the nightmare will not be broken."

"Everyone is trapped in this nightmare. The only ending is to be swallowed by the evil fetus one by one and become the nourishment of the nightmare..."

"In other words, this is a deadly killing game..."

"Is this the purpose of the pale and strange demon?"

"It wants to kill everyone and let everyone die in this nightmare..."

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the temple filled with the power of the evil god, sacred and solemn, but corrupt, dirty and degenerate, and his expression gradually became solemn.

This is the largest and most real evil nightmare he has ever seen so far.

The evil thoughts that permeated the nightmare were as strong as substance.

Mo Hua frowned.

"The peak third-grade evil fetus..."

Even though he had a strong spiritual consciousness, his spiritual consciousness was transformed into Taoism, and he had also cultivated the Taixu Sect's sword-slaying style, he didn't know how to kill such a terrifying existence.

Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a moment, then sighed slightly.

"Let's find Elder Xun and Master Gu first..."

Elder Xun and the others must have been absorbed into this evil fetus nightmare, and now they don't know where they are.

Although they are golden elixirs, they don't follow the path of spiritual consciousness and don't cultivate the methods of spiritual consciousness. Their own spiritual consciousness is exposed to such a dangerous evil fetus nightmare, which is extremely dangerous.

Once in danger, life and death are unpredictable.

Elder Xun and the others were involved in this evil fetus incident in order to save themselves.

Mo Hua must ensure their safety in terms of emotion and reason.

As for the evil fetus at the peak of the third rank, let's take it one step at a time...

Mo Hua observed the nightmare, estimated the direction, and began to walk along the steps in front of him, step by step, into the depths of the temple.

Fortunately, the virtual world of divine thoughts is built on the material world.

There will be differences between the two, but the overall difference is not big.

Mo Hua has walked the road to the final temple once in the real world, and now he knows the direction after walking it again.

The golden steps are stained with black blood.

Mo Hua restrained his breath, concealed his divine thoughts, and hid his golden essence. He was like an ordinary child, stepping on these steps and walking up step by step.

The surrounding demons and ghosts were strange, flying in the sky and hiding in the ground, and the demons were dancing wildly.

But none of them could see through his miracles.

In this way, Mo Hua kept walking forward, until he came to a golden dojo.

This dojo is exactly the same as the dojo outside, but the only difference is that there are no longer bronze men in the dojo, but souls bound by the bronze men.

These souls are trapped in the bronze men, and they pay homage to the temple in the distance.

They are struggling, wailing, and wailing.

The pain and despair in them turn into nutrients and flow into the depths of the temple.

They were slaves and exploited in life.

After death, they become souls, and their pain and despair are used to feed the evil fetus.

This is the logic of the temple.

It is also the truth of Gushan.

Mo Hua's eyes showed a trace of compassion.

Suddenly, a miserable scream sounded. Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound and saw in the distance, several lonely ghosts who had broken free from the shackles of the bronze men were gnawing and biting a person like wild dogs with bloodshot eyes and drooling mouths.

This man was a young man with a pale face and a weak breath. It was Shen Qingsheng.

At this time, Shen Qingsheng was panicking, waving the long sword in his hand to drive away the lonely soul that was biting him.

This long sword is the embryo of his life magic weapon, which he has been nurturing for many years. Therefore, it can also be manifested in the nightmare, but its power is not strong, at least it is very difficult to deal with ordinary ghosts.

"The ghost that broke free from the copper man is biting Shen Qingsheng..."

Mo Hua looked around and understood something.

Shen Qingsheng is the son of Shen Shouxing.

Shen Shouxing is the culprit who killed more than 100,000 casual cultivators in Gushan.

There is a bloody cause and effect in it.

Therefore, Shen Qingsheng was taken into the nightmare and landed near this Taoist temple, which immediately made the surrounding ghosts angry and crazy.

They desperately broke free from the copper man and asked for Shen Qingsheng's life.

They wanted to eat him alive and let his soul fly away.

Good and evil will be rewarded, and cause and effect are set.

Mo Hua didn't want to care much and wanted to leave just like that, but when he turned around, he was suddenly startled. After thinking about it, he still rescued Shen Qingsheng.

He released a trace of pressure and drove away the wronged soul.

And with divine thoughts, he condensed the array pattern and sealed these wronged souls in the bronze man again.

The wronged souls dissipated, but Shen Qingsheng was still in shock. He waved his long sword in his hand and shouted:

"Get out of here, you cheap things, you short-lived poor ghosts, don't touch me, get out..."

After a while, Shen Qingsheng noticed that the wronged souls had retreated. His face was blank, and he didn't know what happened. Then he was ecstatic.

"It must be the blessing of the ancestors of the Shen family..."

Shen Qingsheng's face was pale, and he murmured, "This ghost place, you can't stay..."

He was about to run, and turned around to see another person in front of him.

"Child?"

Shen Qingsheng looked surprised, and when he saw the face clearly, his pupils trembled for a moment, "You are... Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua said lightly.

"Why... do you look like this?" Shen Qingsheng was a little unbelievable.

"This is a dream, and dreams have no form."

Mo Hua was too lazy to explain so much, and just said it simply.

Shen Qingsheng stared at Mo Hua with a gloomy look.

On the surface, Mo Hua was just an ordinary, powerless child.

Has he degenerated?

Should he kill him now?

Shen Qingsheng pondered silently in his heart.

There were many grudges between him and Mo Hua, and even the bad things in Gushan were all caused by Mo Hua.

If it weren't for Mo Hua, he would never have come to Gushan, and naturally he would not have been caught by those damn tomb robbers, and would not have been brought to this tomb to suffer, and suffered all kinds of humiliation and persecution.

The source of all this was Mo Hua.

He wished Mo Hua would die.

"I killed him in the dream, I wonder if he would die directly in reality..."

Shen Qingsheng looked at the "young" Mo Hua with a sinister look.

But he hesitated.

The scene of Mo Hua killing Mr. Pi was still vivid in his mind.

He had never taken advantage of Mo Hua.

At this moment in the dream, although Mo Hua looked weak, he exuded an unpredictable calmness.

Shen Qingsheng was unsure whether to take action or not.

Mo Hua looked at him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked: "How much do you know about the Shen family?"

"The Shen family?"

"The mass grave."

Shen Qingsheng's eyelids jumped, "I am only in the foundation building stage, in my twenties, how could I know about the family's affairs..."

Mo Hua nodded.

Every grievance has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor.

He no longer paid attention to Shen Qingsheng, but walked straight to the Taoist temple full of bronze men and wronged souls.

Shen Qingsheng was surprised and said: "Where are you going?"

"Deep in the temple."

"Where can I get out?"

"It's possible."

Shen Qingsheng didn't know what was going on, but Mo Hua was always smart and cunning. Even if the road he took was not a way out, it was at least a way to survive.

There were wronged souls everywhere here who chose to devour people.

Shen Qingsheng didn't want to stay here any longer, so he followed Mo Hua and walked forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and looked back at him, "You want to follow me?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "The road is here, you can go, but I can't?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently and nodded, "Okay, you can follow me."

He pointed his finger, and a faint golden light appeared as a series of divine mist array patterns, part of which was engraved on Shen Qingsheng's body, and part of it was painted on his own body.

"This is a formation for concealing the breath." Mo Hua said, "Don't break it. Once the formation is broken, the breath will leak out, attracting ghosts, and no one can save you."

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Shen Qingsheng looked at the golden array pattern on his body and was shocked:

"This little ghost named Mo Hua can draw arrays in dreams? Fortunately, I didn't act rashly just now..."

"Okay." Shen Qingsheng nodded.

Mo Hua continued to walk deeper into the dojo.

He had looked outside, but there was no trace of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, and Fan Diansi. So, they should be deeper in the temple.

That was where the evil fetus was.

"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

So Mo Hua walked in front, and Shen Qingsheng followed behind him. The two of them walked through the golden bronze dojo step by step and walked deeper into the temple.

Along the way, golden bronze men were everywhere.

On the bronze men, there were bound, sealed, and oppressed souls of pain and despair, struggling with sorrow.

They seemed to have also vaguely sensed the cause and effect of the deep hatred, passing by them.

But because of Mo Hua's divine mist formation, they could not sense Shen Qingsheng's breath, so they could only roar and rage wildly.

The deep hatred as deep as blood was suppressed.

The amazing anger was brewing.

Shen Qingsheng felt more and more uneasy as he walked. Seeing the ugly bronze figures and the hideous ghosts around him, he couldn't help but curse:

"These things are ugly and cheap. I really don't know what they are doing here..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but stop, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qingsheng with a slightly cold look, "These are all your Shen family's 'masterpieces'..."

"I don't know what you are talking about... What masterpieces of my Shen family?" Shen Qingsheng looked a little uncomfortable.

"Your father just said it all in person." Mo Hua said.

Shen Qingsheng was stunned, "What did my father say?"

Mo Hua's eyes condensed slightly, and then he remembered that when Shen Shouxing told the scandal of the Shen family, this Shen Qingsheng seemed to be "demonized by the heart of Taoism", and he was confused and didn't hear anything.

It seemed that he didn't know what his father had done in the past.

Mo Hua didn't say anything, but continued to move forward.

Under the protection of the divine mist formation, the two walked for a while, getting closer and closer to the exit of the dojo. The dragon-headed gate of the Great Wilderness Temple was also looming and floating in the distance.

But the surrounding yin energy became stronger and stronger.

It seemed that because Shen Qingsheng was about to leave this dojo safely, these wronged souls sensed in the dark that their century-old grudges, blood feuds, and bloody cause and effect would never be resolved, so they were all furious and roared with hatred.

They were desperate to break free from the shackles of the bronze man, even if their thoughts were cut by the shackles of the bronze man and their limbs were torn, they would not give up.

The entire dojo began to shake, and the resentment of the wronged souls was like a tide, surging.

Finally, with a sound of breaking.

A wronged soul tore the bronze man apart, but it was cut in half, leaving only half of its body. Despite this, it still rushed towards Mo Hua and the others with a ferocious look.

This was the first one, and then the second, the third...

The sound of the bronze man being imprisoned breaking came one after another.

More and more wronged souls broke free from their restraints, whistling and gathering together, like a tide.

But with Mo Hua's divine mist array covering them, they could not find the location of their "enemy", so they could only be furious.

The dark clouds covered the sky and the earth.

And due to the cause and effect, there was a bigger, fanged, and ferocious third-grade evil ghost slowly emerging from the dark clouds.

The perception of the third-grade evil ghost was much stronger than that of ordinary wronged souls, so it could vaguely see the two figures hidden in the divine mist array.

The fear of life and death enveloped his heart, and Shen Qingsheng was terrified.

"Run!"

Shen Qingsheng said in a trembling voice, and then ran away.

Mo Hua followed behind him.

The ghosts in the sky, sensing a slight fluctuation of the breath, began to slowly sweep towards them.

But it was too late.

In less than an incense stick of time, Shen Qingsheng had already run out of the dojo, stepped onto the steps of the temple, and escaped from the range of the ghosts.

Shen Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to look at Mo Hua. When he saw this, his expression changed drastically, and he said in horror:

"Mo Hua, behind!"

Mo Hua was startled and turned his head to look, but before he saw anything, a sword tip pierced through his chest.

A long sword pierced through the divine mist array pattern on his body and also pierced through his chest.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Qingsheng.

Shen Qingsheng's facial features were distorted, and his face was ferocious, "Go to hell, little beast!"

Mo Hua looked puzzled, "Why..."

"Why?" Shen Qingsheng grinned, "Why? I've wanted to kill you for a long time. Do you think I'm joking with you? What's more, although I don't know what my father told you, you seem to have known the secrets of my Shen family, so I can't keep you..."

Mo Hua's pupils shrank slightly, "You knew about the things of the Shen family from the beginning?"

"You're talking nonsense?" Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, "My father hid it from me and didn't tell me. Did he think I couldn't find out?"

"Isn't it just killing people? What's the big deal?"

"What's more, those who were killed were those lowly mine repairmen, what's the big deal?"

"Can the lives of servants be lives?"

Mo Hua said calmly: "Your father taught you all this?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "Do you need to be taught this kind of thing?"

"Who am I? I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, born to be a superior person!"

" Since you are the superior, you must have the consciousness of being the superior. "

"Those lowly people are only worthy of bowing down to me. Even if they are dogs of my Shen family, they have to look at my face."

"My father worked hard to let me live this kind of life, isn't it?"

"What's funny is that my father killed so many people and his hands were bloody before he could become the powerful elder."

"Instead, he told me every day to walk the right path, practice diligently, be kind to others, and sympathize with the weak."

Shen Qingsheng suddenly sneered, "I don't know what he is teaching me. Doesn't he find these hypocritical words ridiculous when he says them himself?"

"Those lowly casual cultivators have been poor all their lives. What is there to sympathize with?"

Mo Hua looked indifferent, "The prosperity of your Shen family and your luxurious food are all built on their poverty."

Shen Qingsheng was stunned, and then sneered:

"Then blame them for their incompetence. Whether they are poor or miserable, it is their fate. They deserve it. What does it have to do with my Shen family?"

As soon as these words came out, the ghosts gathered in the dojo and screamed.

A huge evil ghost also appeared.

Mo Hua's chest was pierced by a long sword.

Shen Qingsheng pushed Mo Hua to the dojo, to the center where the wronged ghosts were rampant and the yin energy was dense.

"Since you care about these poor ghosts who died in Gushan, then use yourself to feed them..."

Shen Qingsheng grinned.

Mo Hua's Shenwu array was broken, his breath was exposed, and his chest was pierced by a long sword, unable to escape.

His thin body was caught up by thousands of evil wronged ghosts and surrounded little by little.

The huge and terrifying evil ghost also came behind Mo Hua and opened his bloody mouth.

The smile on Shen Qingsheng's face became more and more proud.

But in just a moment, the smile on his face cooled down a little bit, replaced by incredible fear.

In his eyes, the evil spirits were roaming around Mo Hua, like a tsunami, almost swallowing everything.

But no one dared to get close to Mo Hua.

Even the huge evil ghost, after opening its bloody mouth at Mo Hua, seemed to have noticed something, and fear appeared in its ugly eyes, and it retreated little by little.

Ghosts and monsters were dancing wildly, covering the sky and the earth.

That small figure stood firm, invulnerable to all ghosts.

It was like a little king of hell who suppressed the underworld.

A huge chill spread from the bottom of his heart little by little, and Shen Qingsheng's pupils slowly enlarged, struggling to turn around and run.

But a golden light flashed.

A golden sword broke through the air, pierced Shen Qingsheng's thigh, and nailed him firmly to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng struggled a few times, and the more he struggled, the more pain he felt, and he turned his head hurriedly.

Mo Hua looked calm, pulled out the long sword that Shen Qingsheng had used to plot against him, and crushed it into powder with a light pinch of his fingers.

"Your Dao heart has rotted..."

Shen Qingsheng looked horrified.

Mo Hua stretched out his white palm and grabbed the air.

A light blue water light with a hint of blood-red murderous aura emerged, and the suffocating water prison technique condensed, tightly tying Shen Qingsheng, and then dragged him into the Daochang little by little, and dragged him into the mouths of thousands of wronged souls.

"You should pay your father's debt first..."

In the lonely mountain, thousands of wronged souls who died tragically choked, and then screamed and screamed, and the cold wind blew back, and they were excited.