When Mo Hua heard this, Xie Fei became anxious.

If the enemy is anxious, it means that he is doing the right thing.

If the enemy is in a hurry, it means you are doing the right thing.

Mo Hua slashed harder.

The ancient sword intention in the bamboo sword turned into a deep, heavy, virtual and real giant sword, as if it was too imaginary, and slashed hard on his life soul.

It was like being cut in half with a sword.

A huge pain came.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and frowned, enduring the tearing pain of "killing his soul to death".

But the evil fetus is more painful than him.

There are seven souls hidden in the life soul of the ink painting.

He only killed one soul, the Fushiya soul where the evil fetus resided.

However, there is only one evil fetus parasitizing in Mo Hua's life soul, so Mo Hua only killed one-seventh of his body.

But what was killed was all of the evil fetus.

The pain of the evil fetus was at least seven times that of his, and the injuries were also seven times that of his.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Hua suddenly felt that it didn't hurt that much anymore.

"This little lamb dares to jump in my face and disturb my Taoist mind. I will make it look good now!"

Mo Hua was cruel and struck three swords in a row.

These three swords were so powerful and heavy that they slashed the evil infant's heart to pieces, howling sharply, and then cursed angrily:

"You desperate little beast! Do you really want to die?!"

"If you kill your soul, you are not afraid that your soul will disappear and your body will die?!"

Mo Hua ignored the evil infant.

He does things relatively simply and can usually do things with his hands, never using his words.

Make the other party unable to move his hands before you speak again.

If you really can't defeat others, you will use your words.

But in the current situation, it is obvious that I have the upper hand and "the advantage is mine", so talking about it is just a waste of time.

Mo Hua slashed with his sword again.

The evil infant screamed in pain, and knowing that Mo Hua was determined, he screamed: "Don't forget, I am you, and you are me. If you kill me, you will kill yourself."

"nonsense."

Mo Hua said indifferently, and then slashed with his sword.

The heartbreaking pain spread to Mo Hua's soul, and at the same time, it spread to the evil infant seven times.

The evil infant was mad with pain, and finally with a ferocious face, he used all his strength to break through the Shinto seal under the ink canvas, and exposed his head from his body, wanting to take a breather.

The evil baby showed up.

At the same time, behind Mo Hua, another head "grew" out of thin air, dark, dirty, ugly and evil.

It was the head of the evil infant.

But the moment the evil baby showed his head, Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

He reached out with his small hands, as fast as lightning, and grabbed behind him, directly grabbing the Evil Infant's neck. Without saying a word, he grabbed the Evil Infant's neck and ran towards the Dao Monument.

On the Taoist monument, the bright red thunderbolt is shocking.

Evil Infant was suddenly choked by Mo Hua, and immediately felt a chill in his heart, "He was tricked by this brat!"

Then it sensed the bright red aura of destruction on the Taoist monument, and was even more horrified.

The evil fetus immediately endured the pain without thinking, peeled off a layer of skin, and turned into a puddle of black water. At the critical moment, it finally merged into the life soul of the ink painting.

When Mo Hua put his hand in front of Jie Lei, the evil infant in his hand had disappeared.

Only some thick black water remains.

It seems to have been removed by the Evil Infant.

"molt?"

Mo Hua frowned.

Where did this little lamb learn this trick? Didn't it know this trick before?

Or is this also one of its natal magical powers, slowly awakening with its memory?

Ink painting is deeply difficult, but also a bit regretful.

"Almost..."

First, use the training method of the God-Slaying Sword to kill your own life soul, causing the evil infant unbearable pain and forcing it out of the Fuya Soul.

Then, when it is angry and distracted, you can quickly catch it with lightning speed, destroy it with tribulation thunder, and eliminate future troubles forever.

It's a pity that this evil baby is too smart, and he didn't know when he learned this weird "sloughing" method.

It reacts a little slower.

Or it won't "shed".

It's dead this time.

The "duck" he got flew away, and Mo Hua was very unhappy.

But this time, after the evil infant merged into Mo Hua's life soul, there was no sound at all, and he didn't even dare to reveal a breath.

Mo Hua said: "Hey, come out."

"Weren't you very arrogant before?"

The evil infant remained silent.

"If you don't come out, I will kill you again." Mo Hua said.

But even so, the Evil Infant still huddled in Fu Ya Po, not daring to show any movement.

What an evil fetus, it was so frightened that it turned into a frightened bird.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, mobilized the ancient sword intention, and struck another sword towards his soul.

This sword was very painful, and the evil infant finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said viciously:

"Okay, just kill it..."

"Evil thoughts have their own nature and will never die. I want to see which of us has a harder life and see who will die first..."

After that it went dormant completely.

No matter how Mo Hua cuts it, it won't make any sound at all.

It was not easy for Mo Hua to behead him anymore, because it would really hurt to cut off his own soul.

If the evil infant was beheaded and screamed, he would feel better if he had a comparison.

But now that the evil infant is "pretending to be dead", if he continues to behead him, he will only feel his own pain.

The ink painting stopped.

And this time he stopped, the cracks in his soul that were cut by the ancient sword were as painful as a knife.

Mo Hua covered his head, his body trembling with pain.

"It's over, too many cuts..."

It wasn't obvious when it was cut, but after the cut, the remaining pain began to come back bit by bit.

The pain is getting worse.

Mo Hua quickly mobilized his spiritual thoughts and used the remaining spiritual essence to repair the wounds on his soul.

The marrow slowly seeps into the body, like a universal elixir, repairing the wounds on the soul of the ink painting.

But just at this moment, it seemed that the aura of the divine marrow was sensed, and the evil fetus made some strange movements, and there was also a hint of greed.

But in the end, I still didn't dare to show my head and steal the essence of the ink painting.

"You know what's going on..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly.

But then, he didn't feel relaxed either.

This time, this little lamb was taught a lesson, but the final result was somewhat "lose-lose".

Of course, the evil fetus suffered more defeats.

Compared with Xie Fei, he is considered a "small defeat".
To be continued...