After the soul was extinguished, Mr. Wu's remaining spiritual thoughts scattered around with streams of blood.

This was originally something that could be "eaten", but even though Mr. Wu turned into a yaksha, he was still a human being, and he was also cannibalistic. Mo Hua was a little disgusted and had no appetite, so he condensed a fireball and ate the remaining spiritual thoughts together.

Burned.

This rotten side dish doesn't matter.

Next, there is something better waiting for you.

He needs to save his appetite and prepare to "eat" a big meal!

Now that Xie Liu, Shui Yanluo, Xiao Zhenhai, and Mr. Wu are all dead, almost all the enemies in the Dragon King Temple have been eliminated.

And under the leadership of the "loyal" believers of the God Lord, the ink paintings as "sacrifice" finally descended on the altar of the Great Wild God Lord.

The essence of Mo Hua's body began to flow, the whole body glowed with a faint golden light, and the eyes turned into dark gold, with a majestic and unfathomable gaze.

It looks like a "god".

Afterwards, the ink painting sat on the altar.

The altar ushered in a hypocritical "divine master".

But this "false god" has a very similar aura to the Lord of the Wilderness.

He had even truly stolen part of the authority of the Lord of the Wilderness and exercised power on behalf of the Lord of the Gods. Now that he came to the altar and was familiar with the roads, it was as if he had arrived at his own "home".

The altar also upheld its own "loyalty" and granted authority to this false god.

At that moment, the endless laws of the great avenue were like rain and passing by like meteors.

The rays of light are condensed, constantly changing, weaving together, and coming together to form an endless and vast light flow.

The flow of light is like a towering tree, rising into the sky, spreading its branches and leaves, covering the entire world.

The Tree of Divine Power!

The ink painting is located on the altar, and in the clear eyes, I once again witness these extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying laws of light, intertwined with light and death, and merge into one, reaching the sky and the earth.

This was not the first time he had seen this scene, but he still felt shocked and fascinated by it.

"Gods are born according to the Tao, and the avenue they adhere to and the authority given by God are just a branch of this towering divine tree."

"If one day, I can penetrate the entire tree of divine power and control the laws of heaven and earth, which are as complicated as meteors, and thousands of avenues, converge into one, does that mean that I can... become an immortal?"

Mo Hua thought with some "wishful thinking" in his heart.

Of course, he also understands that this road is still far away.

He has only scratched the surface of his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

He felt that the power of the Great Wilderness Evil God was vast, incomprehensible, and unable to be completely controlled, let alone the tree of the origin of the power that stretched across the heavens and the earth and was like the legendary "building tree".

The road to immortality is long, but its journey is far away.

The ink painting collects the mind.

"Eat a full meal first before we talk..."

He used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the altar, and on the "Tree of the Origin of Divine Power" woven by the laws of heaven and earth, he located his own... no, it was the tree of Divine Power of the Lord of the Wilderness.

Mo Hua stole the divine power and took control of the "Tree of Divine Power" of the Lord of the Wilderness.

At that moment, divine authority connected with his consciousness.

The trees of the Great Wilderness spread out, and the nodes above them lit up one after another. In each node, there were many nightmares, and thousands of demons and evil spirits raised by the evil god were all under his control.

Of course, the top of the tree of divine authority is still shrouded in mist.

This is because Mo Hua is just a young "god" at best, and does not have enough "divine power" to clear the fog and gain access to the topmost divine authority, the Lord of the Wilderness.

However, this is enough.

Just ordering food, why do you need so much power?

After Mo Hua sensed the demon node, he started looking for "Yu'er".

Yu'er is easy to find.

In the theocratic system of the Lord of the Wilderness, Yu'er's status is very special, and the nightmare node where she is located is also brighter.

Compared with other nodes, the aura is also purer. There is no evil and bloody aura, but it has an innocent childish aura.

Mo Hua found Yu'er almost immediately.

But when he looked at Yu'er's nodes, he suddenly frowned.

"It seems... a little darker than before, the aura of innocence is a bit lighter, and the aura of weirdness is stronger..."

Why?

Obviously Yu'er is by his side, running around happily every day like a little sparrow, but why is her breath not as good as before?

Is it an illusion?

Or...in the past few days, I have killed less demons, so Yu'er's nightmare has been oppressed again?

Mo Hua sighed, "I have no choice. For the sake of Yu'er, I have to do whatever it takes this time and 'eat' more..."

Then he cheered up and officially started ordering.

This time he has experience.

Which demons are strong and which demons are weak;

Which monsters are "fat" and which monsters are "thin";

Which monsters seem strong but are vulnerable to a single blow and can be killed with just one punch;

Which monsters look weak, but act strangely and are troublesome to kill...

What kind of monsters are there? The evil spirits are too strong and they look very fat. But after killing them and refining their evil thoughts, there is not much pure thought power left.

There are also some demons who look very thin, but their demonic nature is only concentrated in their heads. After pinching off the heads, the remaining evil thoughts were slightly refined, and the residual thought power was unexpectedly large...

This is all the experience he has accumulated after a long period of "hunting", "refining", and "tasting" the spiritual demons.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any like-minded "taoist friends" in terms of "appreciating monsters". It's a pity that he has so many experiences but no one to share them with.

Mo Hua shook his head and continued to order for himself.

Compared with before, his appetite was much bigger this time.

The divine consciousness of the Nineteenth Pattern is close to the peak of foundation building. For most second-level demons, even if the qualitative change of the spiritual consciousness is not taken into account, purely in terms of the amount of spiritual consciousness, it has already shown some "crushing"

” trend.

This means that most second-grade demons can no longer satisfy his "appetite".

And going up to the 19th line, the amount of spiritual consciousness required is even greater. If you want to "eat" your spiritual consciousness to the 20th line, you don't know how many demons and ghosts you have to swallow.

Therefore, cherish every opportunity to "order".

"Ox and horse demons, come first with a thousand..."

"Wolf-headed demon, five hundred first."

"Pig-headed demon, a hundred first...isn't it enough? Then let's make do with fifty."

"The ram's horns are a little short, so I'll order seven..."

"This node looks good, let's do it all..."

…

On the altar, the ink paintings are like mice that have fallen into the rice barn, and they are having a great time ordering food.

But as he was lighting, he was suddenly startled and realized that something was wrong. It seemed that someone was secretly watching him from behind.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Behind him, there was indeed a "thing".

This was a baby, covered in black blood, as if it had just hatched from an embryo. The blood was mixed with amniotic fluid, dirty and bloody.

Its pupils are pitch black, there are two horns on its head, and its body exudes a mysterious, ancient, and powerful aura.

Now, it looks at the ink painting silently with empty and indifferent eyes.

The two looked at each other.

A golden infant god looked at a newly hatched black-blooded baby.

There was sudden silence all around.

Mo Hua gradually felt something bad in his heart.

"It's over, it seems... I met a big guy..."

The next moment, he was covered in black blood and looked like an "evil baby". His voice was as vague as a baby's, with a hint of ignorant babble, but it also contained cruel emotions.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, not understanding what it was saying.

The dark evil baby with ram's horns looked at the ink painting silently, his pupils cold and a little confused.
To be continued...