The night is deep and the room is silent.

In the empty room, Yuer was still curled up, trembling, her little face was full of fear and pale.

The surrounding ghosts and monsters were gloomy, demons were dancing, the black water was turbid, and scarlet spots were like purgatory, but ordinary monks could not see it at all.

Mo Hua stood silently in front of Yuer, looking straight at the group of demons.

His eyes were filled with a hint of contempt, as if provocative.

The demon was angry, with a deformed and weird-shaped demon head and ghost face, all of whom looked hungry and drooling, staring at Mo Hua, but they seemed to dare not act rashly.

They seem to be asking for permission for something.

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out.

It is gloomy and cold, and it seems to contain supreme majesty.

These demons and evil spirits showed awe, but their expressions could not hide their excitement.

It seemed as if someone told them, "You can eat..."

The group of demons immediately roared hideously, turning into a mass of dirty wind, and pounced on Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua stood "idly", allowing the demon to transform into a pool of black water-like demon shadows, penetrated into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The demon entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Mo Hua, and the gloomy aura in the room gradually disappeared.

The fear on Yuer's face gradually faded, and her hands and feet stopped struggling and gradually settled down.

But Mo Hua's face was covered with a layer of gloom, her eyes were lost, and her Yin Tang turned black.

But after a moment, Mo Hua fell to the ground and slowly closed her eyes.

And in the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua's divine incarnation opened his eyes at the same time.

The dark water that is gloomy and turbid, fishy and rotten is spreading, polluting most of the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the black water, there are more than dozens of ugly and deformed monsters, densely packed together.

Their pupils are huge and blood-red. Looking at the ink painting, their ferocious mouths are filled with sticky saliva.

In the sea of ​​consciousness of the Mohua, it seemed like a demon festival and a feast of ghosts and monsters were held.

The offerings for the festival are ink paintings.

At least in the eyes of these demons.

The ink painting, who was originally sitting upright in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly stood up.

He did not deliberately restrain his breath. After a "qualitative change", the deep and concise, pure and fresh as spiritual, and fresh as blood rippled.

All the demons lost their voices in an instant.

They opened their eyes wide and were a little disbelief, but in a blink of an eye, all of their deformed eyes were frenzy and they roared desperately.

They make roars of unknown significance.

Ink paintings couldn't understand, but he used the secret of heaven to calculate, and he vaguely "heared" two words from these fanatical and noisy roars:

"God...fetal."

The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.

Divine fetus?

What's the meaning?

"Does these demons regard me as a 'divine fetus'? Or do they want to feed me to the 'divine fetus'?"

"Is this divine fetus the fetus of divine consciousness, or..."

"The fetus of the evil god..."

The eyes of Mo Hua's eyes slightly condensed.

On the other side, dozens of demons and evil spirits looked at Mo Hua and there was an uncontrollable hunger in his eyes.

But they all restrained their greed and seemed to be waiting for orders.

Suddenly, a strange murmur sounded, unknown to humans or demons.

It's like a whisper in the Nine Nether Purgatory.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, I was quiet for a moment, and then there was a greater restlessness.

Mo Hua knew that these demons seemed to have obtained permission from some existence, and could not wait to prepare for "meal"...

The fishy storm suddenly became fierce.

Several demons were like wild horses that had broken away from their reins, using their hands and hooves, and their mouths were ugly, and they were biting towards the ink painting.

The one who took the lead was a dog-headed man with his arms reversing and standing on the ground, and four "hooves" were in parallel, like a demon that was "cut" and pieced together.

In just a blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon approached Mo Hua's body.

It opened its bloody mouth and suddenly bit it at the ink painting.

But wherever the fangs are biting, light blue water marks appear, and the ink painting body is like passing water, both real and illusory, floating away.

Steps to the water!

The dog-headed demon's eyes sank, and his hands and feet were used together. He twisted his head and his fangs were scattered. He bit Mo Hua again, but while he was bitten, Mo Hua avoided it again.

The exquisite Mo Hua looked calm and obviously did not take this demon seriously.

The dog-headed demon bared his teeth and continued to slap.

But no matter how fast it is, how fierce it is, how fierce it is, how fierce it is, it cannot even touch the corner of the clothes of the ink painting.

The dog-headed demon was extremely angry, with his vertical pupils getting bigger and bigger, with bloodshots and cracked eyes.

The evil spirit on its body was surging, and then it opened its fangs and exposed its bloody mouth. It bit Mo Hua at all costs and killed him.

Mo Hua's eyes were calm, and his steps changed, turning around lightly, avoiding the bite.

At the same time, Mo Hua accumulates strength on his side, clenchs his five fingers slightly, clenches into a small fist, gathers his spiritual thoughts, and punches out!

The power of the fifteen-line divine thought that is promoted after the qualitative change with the compression of the eighteen lines.

With just this punch, it is powerful!

The demon's dog head was directly bombarded!

The head of the dog-headed demon was crushed by the power of divine thoughts attached to the Mo Hua fist and was directly destroyed, blown into a pool of black water, splashing several feet away.

All the demons, whose pupils shrink slightly, were all fearful.

The ink painting smiles.

really!

The spiritual consciousness changes in quality, condenses like mercury, and is extremely tough.

That means...

His "body" in the divine sense is very powerful.

In reality, he is innately weak and has weak blood.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, his divine consciousness "body" is indestructible, powerful and powerful, and can even get close to him and fight against these cruel demons!

These demons are transformed from evil thoughts, but they are soaked in black water like the sin "amnioshui", so the demon shadow slightly condenses and has a slight "qualitative change".

This "qualitative change" makes them very different from ordinary evil spirits.

However, the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting is compressed by the eighteen-patterned spiritual consciousness. After being reconstructed by the Mystery Heaven Array, even the hair is condensed like mercury.

These demons themselves are just like evil thoughts of "atomization", and are stained with some black water.

However, the spiritual thoughts of ink painting are like casting of mercury.

His "qualitative change" is far above these demons!

Therefore, the strength of divine thoughts alone is enough to crush these demons.

This is the reconstruction of the sea of ​​consciousness of the Tianyan Jue and the qualitative change of divine thoughts!

It is also true, the divine consciousness proves the truth!

Mo Hua looked excited, but it was a pity to think about it again.

This kind of change in spiritual consciousness is not very good...

Mo Hua discovered that since the spiritual consciousness was compressed, reconstructed, and qualitatively changed, his spiritual incarnation seemed to have "not grown up"...

He is fifteen years old now, and in reality, he has obviously grown up a little.

But the appearance in the sea of ​​consciousness is still the same as when the foundation is built, with small arms and calves, and it looks very "innocent".

The heart of Tao is like a child, and the mind of the gods is the original.

Although this kind of spirit and form remain unchanged and adhering to the original intention is also a good thing, I am still a little dissatisfied with the ink painting.

However, any exercise will always have some disadvantages.
To be continued...