The ink painting uses the self-created Seven Soul Jingshen Sword Style that combines the Taixu Sect's Jingshen Sword Style and the Seven Souls Jingshen Sword Style of the Water Prison Sect's Seven Souls and Blood Prison, defeating a big white dog. In the eyes of Yu'er's admiration, he feels proud.

Full, come back victorious.

After he came back, he suffered.

My soul hurt so much.

And it's not the pain of depleted spiritual consciousness, it's the pain of depleting the soul and shaking the seven souls from the source.

"It's too big..."

Mo Hua felt regretful in his heart.

"I should have known I wouldn't have fought so hard...Who is that stupid big white dog? Why is it so powerful..."

Mo Hua covered his head and curled up on the bed, unable to move due to the pain.

no.

The seven souls are lost and the life soul is unstable. If this continues, once one soul is broken and the life soul is damaged, I will probably become a fool...

Think of something...

Mo Hua endured the severe pain, concentrated his concentration, sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, and then meditated quietly.

But meditation doesn’t work.

He also sensed the Dao Monument, but the Dao Monument contained the meaning of the Dao and could exorcise evil spirits, but it could not repair his damaged soul.

Mo Hua tried many methods, but none worked, and the incarnation of his spiritual mind was as painful as being cut by a sword.

The incarnation of divine thoughts is transformed by the divine soul.

If the soul is injured, the incarnation will naturally be damaged as well.

There are already tiny cracks on the incarnation, which is a sign of the injury caused by the conflict between the soul and the human being.

Mo Hua frowned.

At this moment, his mind changed and he saw that there were not all cracks in the incarnation of his spiritual mind.

The light golden area is intact.

The thicker the gold, the more stable the incarnation.

This pale golden color is... the essence!

Mo Hua's mind tightened, and he couldn't care much at this time. He could only mobilize the marrow in his incarnation and turn it into "blood"-like filaments, swimming around the whole body.

The dazzling divine essence is like molten gold water, swimming in the body of the ink painting.

When it touches the cracks on the body of the incarnation of the spiritual mind that were damaged due to the battle between the souls, it melts in bit by bit, "repairing" these injuries.

The pain in my soul was also relieved.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Without further ado, Mo Hua mobilized all the divine marrow he had saved before and circulated it within the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts to repair the injuries on his soul.

Light golden marrow, consumed little by little.

The cracks in the incarnation of Divine Mind are also being repaired bit by bit.

After a long time, Mo Hua opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The pain in his mind was relieved, and the cracks were probably repaired. Only the remaining pain was still lingering.

He also determined one thing:

Injuries to the soul can be repaired with "spiritual essence".

Mo Hua frowned slightly...

Elder Xun Zixian once said that the spiritual consciousness of monks is a derivative of the spiritual soul of monks.

So that means that the marrow of a god is also a derivative of the soul of a god?

In addition to deriving telekinesis, the divine soul of a god can also derive divine marrow?

Just like there is blood and essence blood in the monk's heart?

And because the souls of gods and monks are fundamentally different, whether they can derive their divine marrow also represents the most essential difference between gods and monks?

In this case, what exactly is the essence of the soul?

Is it the soul or the power of mind?

Or is it the materialization of the Great Law?

What exactly is the soul of a god like, and how is it different from that of a monk?

The more Mo Hua knew, the more doubts he had.

He could only suppress these doubts in his heart first, and then slowly ponder them later as his spiritual experience increased.

Now, he only understands one thing:

I will stock up on more divine essences in the future.

The more the better.

Things like divine marrow are needed for the transformation of spiritual consciousness and for cultivating skills to break bottlenecks. Even in the killing of divine souls, some extra marrow may be needed as "injury medicine".

The real deal.

But this time, after the battle with the big white dog, his soul was damaged, and repairing the damage almost consumed more than half of the soul marrow that Mo Hua had worked so hard to devour so far.

Inside the incarnation of his spiritual mind, the blood-like golden medulla has become much lighter. In some places, it has even degraded to silver.

The ink painting has a sense of crisis.

Monks can only make progress, how can they regress?

Still have to eat.

Eat your mind power and replenish your spiritual consciousness.

Eat the marrow to replenish the soul.

There is no end to cultivating the Tao, and you cannot slack off at all!

Ink drawings lift your spirits.

But he can't work hard now. His soul has just been repaired and there is still pain, so he shouldn't use it easily anymore.

At this time, he finally understood for himself why the sect had completely cut off the inheritance of "Sword of Spiritual Mind" and would not allow disciples to learn this sword technique again.

Having your soul damaged is really no joke.

In other words, if you follow the path of spiritual consciousness and enlightenment on your own, you have a stronger foundation, know more spiritual consciousness methods, have some opportunities, and have evil gods "deliver meals", this can make up for the shortcomings.

Otherwise, the so-called "spiritual mind turns into a sword" is actually "life soul turns into a sword". In the true sense, "life" is used to kill people. The stronger the sword, the more dangerous the life.

"You should still use this trick with caution in the future."

If you can't use it, don't use it. Otherwise, even if you don't lose your soul, you will lose your marrow and your body will hurt.

The marrow is not that easy to get.

There are not "well-intentioned" evil gods everywhere in the world who are dozing off to give him the essence of life.

But then again...

It seems that it is really not easy for that big white dog to be "evenly matched" with myself in the spiritual battle...

Mo Hua lifted his chin.

The next day, Mo Hua bought some chicken legs from the dining hall, and then went to the remote bookstore.

In front of the bookstore, the big white dog is still there.

However, it no longer had the arrogance and arrogance it once had. The whole dog was sick and could not cheer up at all, and it was obviously not feeling well.

Mo Hua saw that there was no one around, and the leader was probably not around, so he ran over secretly.

When the big white dog saw the ink painting, he was immediately excited.

Mo Hua handed over a few big chicken drumsticks and said sincerely: "I admit, you are still very powerful."

The big dog was stunned.

"If you don't know each other without fighting, these big chicken drumsticks can be regarded as a meeting gift." Mo Hua said.

It is said to be a big chicken leg, but in the end it still looks small in front of the big white dog. However, it is full of color, flavor and flavor, and the skin is charred and the meat is tender. It is Mo Hua's favorite food.

The big dog hesitated for a moment, looked at the ink painting, and silently swallowed a few chicken drumsticks into his mouth, which was regarded as accepting the "meeting gift".

Mo Hua was overjoyed, stretched out his hand and said:

"Shake hands and make peace!"

The big white dog was a little reluctant.

But it lost, it also ate the chicken legs, and Mo Hua gave it enough face, so it followed the steps, silently stretched out its big paw, put it on Mo Hua's hand, and shook it.
To be continued...