"Or...try it?"

"Try drawing formations with human blood and human skin, what does it feel like..."

As soon as this idea came out, it immediately burst into flames in Mo Hua's heart, occupying all his mind.

Driven by curiosity and desire, Mo Hua even really stretched out his hand to grab the bone pen. He wanted to use this pen, dip it in blood, draw the formation on the human skin, and feel the changes in the spiritual consciousness and the power of the formation...

The fingertips were about to touch the white bone pen, and a chill suddenly surged into my heart.

There seemed to be an ancient and honest bell ringing in my ears.

Mo Hua was shocked and woke up instantly. He quickly shrank his hand back, and was very scared:

"It's so unrestrained, I almost 'acted' myself."

Every time I act, it is a hint, both a lie to others and a self-deception.

If you have too many hints, you will believe it and you will also have evil thoughts and desires in your heart.

The ink painting feels solemn in his heart.

"Next time I encounter this kind of thing, you must be vigilant and not be really bewitched and influenced by evil desires."

"A gentleman is cautious in his own life and does not deceive the dark room. The more he is alone, the more he must be self-disciplined and keep his heart."

"Only if your heart of Tao is truly firm can you truly be invincible."

"It must be sure, I must learn it."

Mo Hua nodded seriously, and then continued to draw the formation...

...

At this time, the flesh and blood maze was in the center.

Gloomy and dark, flesh and blood squirming.

In the middle of the skeletons, there is an altar.

On the altar, there is a huge white statue of an evil god with human face, horns, ferocious fangs, blood-stained white.

Mr. Tu, holding a skull in his hand and kneeling in front of the altar, slowly looked up and looked at the white skull in his hand.

A crack appeared on the skull.

His great delusional magic was broken.

Mr. Tu frowned.

Can you detect such a hidden metaphor and correct yourself?

At a young age, can the heart of Tao be so firm?

This perseverance is much better than the old thing that Shangguan Wang has lived for hundreds of years...

Mr. Tu was a little regretful, but more of it was admirable, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"This is a good thing..."

Mr. Tu slowly stood up, saluted respectfully to the human-faced, sheep horned evil god statue, then stepped back and left the altar, came to the white bone desk on one side, and spread a roll of human velvet paper.

The human velvet paper is sallow, and the above records it is the method of refining demons.

Cruel illustrations are about how to dismember humans and monsters, maintain a certain activity, and sew them together according to certain rules. Finally, using human resentment, demonic thoughts, human spiritual power and demonic power to hatch and merge, and refine a brand new, deformed, evil and powerful demon...

"It's time to change your body..."

Mr. Tu murmured.

His traces have been exposed, and his existing body has cause and effect, and will be counted and noticed.

Moreover, the body has been used for too long and has become pale and dead gray.

The cunning rabbit has three holes, it is time to prepare another body.

Mr. Tu turned to the last page.

The last page is a manuscript.

The manuscript is painted on the manuscript, wrapped in a human skin, made up of various demons, dragon scales and dragon claws, like a half-demon, half-dragon and half-human body.

This is the powerful "body" that Mr. Tu planned for himself.

But this body has only a body, but no head.

"When God Lord is resurrected, all things in heaven and earth will be sacrifices."

"The Lord of God devours the evil god of Taixu, and I, the Lord of the evil god..."

"The body is too weak, the spiritual roots are too poor, but the understanding is very high, and the spiritual consciousness is very strong... Then remove the dross, take only the essence, and use his head to sew the powerful demon body. This is the most perfect body..."

Mr. Tu murmured, then took out the bone pen, dipped it in blood ink, and drew a head on the powerful but deformed demon body in the manuscript.

This head is the head of a handsome young man.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, but they are drawn with blood...

This head is the head of ink painting.

...

In the flesh and blood prison, Mo Hua is still studying the formation.

In the following days, Mr. Tu also came to see him from time to time, saying that he would not force ink painting, but from time to time he would use his words to motivate ink painting, seduce ink painting without any trace, and "brainwash" the ink painting.

“Good and evil are just prejudice…”

"Those who achieve great things must use any means and do not have a sense of morality."

"If you have some hypocritical conscience and self-comfort, you will find it difficult to become a great person."

"Although these human bones, human blood, and human skin are from human bodies, these people are not killed by you. If they die, the Tao will disappear. The remaining skin, flesh, bones, and blood are just dead objects in the world. What's the harm if you use them for use?"

"You don't have to feel guilty or guilty."

...

But no matter what Mr. Tu said, ink paintings are just struggling on the surface, but in fact they are firm and calm inside, so they will not move at all. Mr. Tu gave him human skin and bone pen.

Mr. Tu is not surprised, but on the contrary, he is a little relieved.

Such a monk, who has such a firm belief, deserves to be the head of his new body.

When he learned ink painting slowly, he waited patiently.

But a few days later, Mr. Tu was teaching Mo to draw a formation, and suddenly his expression changed. He didn't say anything and left suddenly.

The ink painting is unclear, but I didn't ask.

But less than an hour later, Mr. Tu came back with an ugly face and ordered Mo Hua to say:

"I'm leaving this flesh-and-blood maze for a while. You can learn the formation by yourself and don't cause trouble."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, but he nodded seriously.

Mr. Tu turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered something, but he was still worried. He stretched out his finger and pointed it on Mo Hua's forehead, opening the tight bone horn with bloodlines, and re-sealing Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua was shocked and hurriedly said, "My spiritual sense has been sealed, so I can't learn the formation."

But Mr. Tu ignored him at all.

Obviously, it is not important to learn the formations of the Mo Hua or not.

But sealing ink paintings and eliminating this unstable factor is more important than anything else.

Mo Hua had no choice but to touch it, and he embedded it firmly on his head, locking the tight bones of his sea of ​​consciousness tightly. He couldn't help but seize the opportunity and asked:

"Mr. Tu, what exactly is this tight hoop?"

If it were before, Mr. Tu would not answer at all.

But now, he has a good relationship with Mo Hua, and the "head" of Mo Hua is already his own thing.

When Mo Hua asked, Mr. Tu became more patient.

"This is my sacred object in the Great Wilderness. It is made of a tooth bone of a divine beast, which can be used to enfeoff gods and ward off evil spirits." Mr. Tu said lightly.

A divine beast?

Mo Hua asked a little curiously, "What kind of divine beast?"

Mr. Tu's eyes flashed slightly, with awe in his mouth, and said slowly:
Chapter completed!