The incarnation of spiritual consciousness is not shown to others, so such a trivial matter doesn’t matter.

After the dog-headed demon died suddenly, the other demons were afraid, but they were also stimulated and stimulated their ferociousness. After a moment, they became even more fierce and rushed towards Mo Hua.

The ink painting looked excited, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Although he was only in the sea of ​​consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of "unparalleled body".

The demon approached, slaughtered and bitten, and the storm blew.

The ink painting is surrounded by light blue water shadows, and it flicks and moves around the demons, and is at ease. Once you catch the opportunity, you will punch.

There is nothing, it cannot be solved with one punch.

If so, then two punches.

The more you play in ink painting, the happier you become, and the more you play, the more skilled you become, and various means emerge one after another.

A horse-faced demon, and the other accidentally, was caught by Mo Hua and punched through the chest.

A bull-headed demon was used by Mo Hua with both hands and broke off his horns.

A wolf-body demon fell from the sky by Mo Hua and stepped on his waist...

There were also those who broke his neck, smashed his front teeth, pulled his tail, kicked his spine, and kicked his head away...

After all, ink painting is not a real physical practice and has never learned formal Taoist martial arts, so it can only use simple and unpretentious moves to deal with these demons.

Each move is extremely superficial.

No skills, all is strength.

Relying on his powerful spiritual sense, he "flyed a lot of power" and punched and punched and crushed the evil spirits.

The powerful divine "body", coupled with the exquisiteness of the storm, and the sharp spiritual sense, clear perception, and control of the fighter jets.

These demons are not enemies of Mo Hua when they are close.

The ink painting kills all directions, majestic and trembling with demons.

Suddenly, a sinister water arrow broke through the air, hit Mo Hua's shoulder, and broke the robe he transformed into.

The water arrow is soaked with rotten water, as if it contains vicious evil thoughts, which can corrupt people's hearts and divine thoughts.

Under the white and tender skin of Mohua, a trace of dark spots appeared and some black blood flowed out.

Mo Hua frowned, a little unhappy.

He just fucked the flesh and was happily hitting it, but he was a little negligent, but he didn't expect that he was implicated by the demon and was injured with the evil rotten water arrow.

Mo Hua turned his head and looked into the distance. He saw that there were indeed a few snake-headed demons in the distance. He made up his hands, his eyes were full of viciousness, and he spitted out a letter.

This rotten water arrow is the evil technique they cast.

One of them had a long and narrow pupil and a smirk. It was obvious that the rotten water arrow that had just attacked the ink painting was its hand.

The Mohua was surrounded by a group of demons, and it happened to hide in the distance and attacked in a sinister way.

The sneak attack was successful, and the snake-headed demon was proud and couldn't help laughing wildly.

But as soon as it was halfway through laughter, a fireball came quickly and instantly exploded its snake head.

The snake demon died, his head was blown away, and his body slowly fell down.

The unpleasant laughter came to an abrupt end.

The other snake monsters were in panic.

Of course, ink paintings will not let them go.

He dared to attack!

When Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, his fingers were frequent, and he used the fireball technique.

The second-grade fireball technique, with a blazing flame, like magma, one after another, drawing out fire lights, and swiftly and accurately, all the demons with snake heads, magic tricks, and long-lasting letters in the distance were blown away.

The demons around wanted to stop the ink painting.

But the ink paintings are exquisite in their steps, which is enough to calmly avoid the attacks of demons.

Fireball is fast, and in the middle of lightning, spells can be formed and condensed into fireballs.

They can't stop them at all.

If you are not careful, Mo Hua's small fist will catch the flaw and penetrate the chest, and then kill you.

Some ranged demons want to escape.

Ink painting will use water stamina technique, trap it first, and then use fireball technique to kill it...

Because of being attacked by a sneak attack, Mo Hua was no longer polite, using both fists and feet, and using both spells.

One punch, one kick, one water and one fire.

With the blessing of the power of the fifteen-patterned qualitative transformation of divine thoughts, Mo Hua began to "slaughter" this group of hideous and terrifying demons.

But as he killed him, Mo Hua frowned.

He felt that he had killed a lot, but these demons did not seem to have reduced much...

“Somewhat weird…”

Mo Hua did not stop, but at the same time he also released his spiritual consciousness and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression was shocked.

It's black water!

These black waters are viscous and filthy, and can also corrode spiritual thoughts, such as something terrible has been nurtured.

And these monsters and monsters are hatched from black water.

Every time you kill a demon, these demons will be swallowed up by black water, and then they will be pieced together with the limbs of humans or demons to hatch a stranger demon.

If this continues, no matter how strong your spiritual consciousness is, it will be consumed a little bit.

But these demons can be regenerated by black water, but they can be endless.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little dangerous.

On the other side, I saw the countless demons I had hatched, slaughtered by Mo Hua like "stinky fish and rotten shrimps", and there seemed to be a burst of anger in the black water.

The coldness came, and the storm blew.

The black water trembles, rolls and jumps, as if it is suffering from the pain of "childbirth".

Above the black water, black mist gushed out, condensed together, like a huge, evil embryo, pulsating like a heartbeat.

The moment the black water "embryo" condensed, Mo Hua discovered it.

His eyes narrowed, his fingers frequently, and fireballs were swept with fire, attacking the huge black water embryo.

The black water trembled, as if he was a little afraid.

A sudden strange roar came from it.

The demons around obeyed the orders and crashed into the fireball like a moth to the fire. They used their bodies to resist the attack of the Ink Painting Fireball Technique, desperately trying to protect the embryo.

The demons near Mohua also roared and rushed towards Mohua.

The ink painting was temporarily involved and there was no time to take care of him.

After more than ten breaths, the black water trembled, the black mist surged and swollen, and a huge demon hatched out of it in its breath.

Its body is soaked in black water, its breath is violent and greedy, with no hands or feet, and even a body, and only a huge head.

Black and dirty ears attract wind, thick and long nose, and long fangs.

This is a "pig-headed demon".

The black water hatched a huge pig-headed demon. I wanted to swallow the ink painting once and for all, and then corrode it with black water to digest it!

As soon as the pig-headed demon was born, he opened his eyes wide, his eyes were red, his saliva flowed, and his pupils turned irregularly, and he focused his attention on Mo Hua.

The air around him suddenly suppressed.

The demon next to him also looked frightened, as if he was afraid of the "pig-headed demon".

At this moment, the murderous intent suddenly grew.

The pig-headed demon suddenly opened his bloody mouth and swallowed directly at Mo Hua at an astonishing speed.

The demons along the way were not in a hurry to dodge and were swallowed whole by it.

Mo Hua looked calm and hummed:

"Want to eat me?"

His little hand stretched forward, and a golden array pattern suddenly appeared on the ground, condensed into golden chains, stacked layer by layer, like a prison.

The Three Lotus Golden Lock Reset Formation, the golden light condensed instantly.

The pig-headed demon rushed halfway and was tied up by the golden lock formation, and the forward rushing ended abruptly.

The golden chains condensed from the ink painting are deeply penetrated into its flesh and no matter how hard it roars and struggles, it cannot break free, and it cannot get closer to the ink painting.

Mo Hua flashed and rode to the top of the pig-head demon's head.
To be continued...