After that everyone parted ways.

Ye Hong, whose children both died, stayed alone in Yanshui City.

Xia Diansi returned to Daotingsi in Qianxue Prefecture.

Gu Changhuai also wanted to return to Daotingsi, but before that, he had to send the ink paintings back to Taixu Sect.

Things have been going on lately, and accidents have happened frequently. He was a little worried if he didn't deliver the ink paintings to the mountain gate in person.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful. Near evening, the carriage finally arrived at Taixu City, and half an hour later, it arrived at the foot of the mountain at Taixu Gate.

Looking at the misty Taixu Mountain Gate, Gu Changhuai finally felt relieved.

In the Dragon King Temple, Mo Hua was imprisoned in the Bone Maze, and when he was drowned in blood, he was extremely anxious.

He was afraid that he would never be able to bring Mo Hua back in this life. In that case, not only would he feel guilty, but he would also be unable to explain to his cousin and the Taixu Sect.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

"Okay, go back and focus on nothing else. Practice with peace of mind. Don't think about other things."

Gu Changhuai instructed.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, then waved his hand and said, "Uncle Gu, Daotingsi has many things to do and is very busy. I won't keep you here. You should go back quickly."

Gu Changhuai nodded, warned him again, and drove away.

Mo Hua stood at the foot of the mountain and waved to Gu Changhuai. He did not turn around until Gu Changhuai's carriage rounded the corner of the mountain and disappeared on the mountain road.

But he did not walk towards the gate of Taixu Mountain. Instead, he turned around and followed the mountains on both sides, embarking on a rugged mountain road and arrived at a nearby, desolate mountain peak that was rarely visited by people.

Taixu Mountain is very big.

The area occupied by Taixu Gate is only the main mountain range of Taixu Mountain.

In addition, there are many remote, desolate wild mountains with lush vegetation and rugged rocks on both sides, which are not suitable for building temples and clans.

Mo Hua came to the top of a small mountain.

There is a cliff in front of me, there is no trace around, the clouds cover me and the fog surrounds me, the grass is deep and the rocks are dangerous, so no one will find me.

Mo Hua picked a big stone and sat down, then took out Boss Jiang's list from his storage bag.

Mo Hua looked at the names on the list with cold eyes.

He said that people who deserve to die will die.

He also agreed to avenge Senior Sister Ye Jin who almost turned into a ghost.

In this case, this roaring dog must die.

He is dead and no one can save him.

Neither can the gods.

Mo Hua put the list in front of him, and then took out a bottle of Yanshui River water taken from near the Dragon King Temple.

He also took out the blood stain scraped from the blood tablet without words in front of the altar of the Dragon King Temple.

Melt the blood dirt into the river water and pour it on the jade slip list.

Then Mo Hua held the list in his hand and carefully sensed it. With the help of this list, through some kind of causal connection, he communicated with the altar far away in the Dragon King Temple.

Dahuang evil fetus is the master of the altar.

Now the evil fetus of Dahuang has been integrated into his Fu Ya soul, becoming one with him.

He is the evil fetus, he is the evil fetus.

Then, he is also the owner of the altar.

Including Shui Yanluo, all the sin cultivators on the list have dedicated part of their souls to the evil fetus through soul contracts.

The Great Wild Evil Fetus controls their life and death.

But now, ink painting is, in a sense, the evil fetus of the Great Wilderness.

In other words, he also controls the life and death of everyone on the list!

After a while, there were gentle waves on the Yanshui River, a gloomy wind blew in the Dragon King Temple, and a dark blood glowed on the altar.

It is waiting for its master's call.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a bloody list appeared in front of the ink painting.

On the list, there are words engraved in blood.

In every blood word, there is a thread of life entwined.

Mo Hua didn't hesitate at all, stretched out his white and tender palms, crushed these life souls one by one, and wiped them out one by one.

He wants to cut the grass and root it out.

Not only Shui Yanluo, but also all the sin cultivators on this list, he wants to wipe them all out at once!

This soul contract is a channel for nourishing the evil god.

Likewise, it is also a breeding ground for the evil god's minions.

If they are not completely eliminated, characters like "Fire Buddha" and "Water Yama" may appear again in the future.

What kind of golden Yama, wooden Yama, earth Yama...

Mo Hua was too lazy to deal with them one by one, so he simply strangled them all in the cradle and directly wiped out their souls.

On the list, many remaining bloody words were erased one by one by Mo Hua, using the identity of the evil fetus and the authority of the "master".

The souls were also crushed one by one.

Every time a life soul is crushed, a wailing sound will be heard, and the soul will disappear accordingly.

The bloody names on the list also dimmed, which meant complete death of body and soul.

If you pinch the ink painting, one will die.

Just like that, I don't know how long I have been pinching, but finally, only the last name was left:

Water Yama.

"I told you, you are dead."

Mo Hua said coldly, then stretched out his hand and crushed Shui Yanluo's life soul into pieces.

In the secular world, there may be many barriers to fame and wealth, power and power, and spiritual and physical bodies.

But in the way of the soul, life and death are equal.

It is not much harder to strangle him to death than to strangle someone else who is a proud man with noble blood, respected status, and who may also hold a high position in the future.

With just this pinch, life or death is determined.

At this point, all names on the entire list have been erased.

All the sin cultivators who sold their souls to the evil god had their remaining souls wiped out, and their bodies and souls disappeared.

This list has been completely scrapped.

The ink painting condensed the magic, completely smashing the jade slip, and then scattered the jade fragments of the jade slip into the cliff in front of it.

Once the mountain wind passes, not a speck of powder is left.

The abyss has swallowed up the evidence of guilt.

The clouds and mist of Taixu cover the cause and effect.

The bright and gorgeous sunset on the horizon illuminates the ink painting's independent figure on the top of the mountain, like a god who is indifferent to the common people.

After doing all this, all causes and effects are settled.

Mo Hua calmed down and rubbed his face to remove the murderous look on his face, and his expression became calm and gentle again.

Accompanied by the clouds and mist in the mountains, he stepped on the rugged rocks and walked towards Taixu Gate with light steps.

Just like an ordinary Taixu Sect disciple.

While he was extinguishing the soul, various strange signs of death appeared frequently in the borders of Qianxue State and its surrounding areas.

Outside the boundaries of Qianxue Prefecture, there is a remote mountain in a remote neighborhood.

A dozen sin cultivators set up an ambush, holding swords and talismans in their hands, and were preparing to hijack a passing caravan of monks with their families in tow.

But before they could take action, several people in the Sin Cultivator suddenly seemed to have their throats strangled. Their eyes widened, and their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. They struggled and screamed, as if they were crazy. After a moment, Yintang burst out. Hei fell to the ground slumped, and suddenly died.

The monks in the caravan also noticed something strange.

An ambush turned into a head-on fight...

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Near the border of Qianxue State, there is an unknown small fairy city.

An evil cultivator who looked like a butcher grabbed a few innocent cultivators and pinned them on a chopping board, preparing to chop them into pieces and use them to make soup.

He is at the pinnacle of foundation building, and his evil skills are almost a breakthrough.
To be continued...