This evil fetus is both familiar and unfamiliar.

It looks like a pitch-black baby, somewhat like the one Mo Hua killed before, but it is obviously larger, and its limbs are more deformed, and its breath is more chaotic. It is unknown how much resentment and bitter hatred is mixed with it.

How much malice.

At this time, it was looking at the ink painting with a cold expression and ferocious eyes.

Mo Hua is also watching it.

In the dark and filthy nightmare, a golden figure and a filthy black evil baby looked at each other silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the evil infant's expression suddenly became violent, its mouth full of jagged teeth opened, its eyes were blood red, its right hand pointed at the ink painting, and it murmured a strange sound.

Mo Hua frowned, not knowing what he was going to do, when he noticed black mist surging around him and blood trembling.

The ground bulged everywhere, and black water condensed, manifesting into silhouettes one after another.

The human image is like a monster, but if you look closely, it is not a "monster", but a real "human being", people who died tragically one after another.

They were in ragged clothes, with broken limbs and arms, their faces covered with blood and tears. They were enslaved and dominated, filled with countless resentments, and struggled to crawl towards the ink painting.

One hand grabbed the ink painting, and opened its mouth to bite the ink painting.

Severe pain came.

This kind of pain is not just physical pain, it seems to be mixed with the depression and suffering of countless monks during their lifetime, and the sorrow and despair after death.

The expression on the ink painting changed, and he pointed a little, but no fireball appeared on his fingertips.

When he moved his spiritual thoughts, no formations were formed around him. When he held his palms, no spiritual swords were formed in his palms.

It was as if in this nightmare, he was just a weak, humble low-level monk.

He has no cultivation, no spells, no formations, no sword techniques, nothing. He is desperate and powerless in the face of the catastrophe.

More and more people who died tragically crawled to Mo Hua's side and gnawed at Mo Hua's body.

The pain of life and the despair of death are like poison, seeping into the body of the ink painting.

The pain intensified, and Mo Hua, who had lost all strength, gradually felt cold and desperate.

Just when he was bitten by these half-human, half-ghost demons, sinking into boundless pain, and about to be submerged by the mountain of corpses, a sudden clarity arose, and his Taoist heart suddenly became as clean as before.

Mo Hua suddenly woke up.

"Fake...everything is fake."

"This weak, powerless, humble low-level monk is not me."

"I am Mo Hua. I have Taoist spiritual thoughts and my own Tao. Hundreds and thousands of formations are so perfect that they blend into my body. My spiritual thoughts turn into swords to kill both ego and evil spirits."

Mo Hua's gaze became more and more determined, blooming like a sword.

He held his hands empty.

There is a wisp of sword intent in the palm, which is constantly twisting, flickering, and forming. It is constantly breaking through certain limitations of thoughts and breaking certain nightmare rules...

Finally, there was a slight sound and cracks all over the body of the ink painting.

When the ink painting's right hand is grasped, golden light suddenly appears, and the sword reveals its edge.

He held the sword of spiritual thought in his hand, and the first sword was directed at himself.

The golden sword light flashed and directly chopped his "Incarnation of Divine Mind" into pieces.

But it was not himself who was killed, but the humble monk who was weak, powerless, and desperate, and could only die miserably in the face of the catastrophe.

What was cut was the nightmare rule, which was given to his "self" through deception and bewitchment.

False self-annihilation, self-reflection, and ink paintings make the mind instantly clear.

The rules of nightmare are broken.

All the spiritual power of the ink painting returned to the body.

The sword of spiritual thought in his hand was flowing with brilliant light, and the sword energy surged. Mo Hua waved his arm, and the sword energy pulled out a bright golden light, like a river bursting its embankment, sweeping across.

All the half-human, half-ghost monsters were cut in half, strangled by the golden sword light, and turned into ashes.

The dark energy in the nightmare was swept away.

Mo Hua turned his head and looked straight ahead.

The deformed and strong "evil baby" in front is still looking at the ink painting with ferocious eyes.

Mo Hua did not kill this "evil baby".

Because he knows that what is in front of him is just an "illusion", it is just a non-existent thing, and it is a kind of causal force.

It is like the "anchor" of cause and effect, nightmares and monsters come because of it, but it is not here at all.

The rules of the nightmare were broken, Mo Hua's consciousness gradually awakened, the nightmare dissipated, and the evil baby's figure gradually disappeared.

But the evil fetus is still looking at the ink paintings...

When the ink painting fell into a dream, it was looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting was swallowed up by the demon, it was looking at the ink painting; when the ink painting broke the nightmare and killed the demon with a sword, it was still looking at the ink painting; now that the nightmare is about to dissipate, it is still looking at it

Ink painting.

Its pupils were empty and pitch-black, oozing with bloodshot eyes, looking eerie and terrifying.

Until the nightmare completely dissipated and Mo Hua woke up from the nightmare, these bloody eyes were still imprinted in his mind.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

I found that the spiritual ink had been knocked over on the table, the ink had penetrated into the paper, and the traces were still wet.

The nightmare comes and goes as quickly as it comes.

Not much time passed from falling asleep to waking up from the dream.

Mo Hua cleaned up the table, wiped the ink stains, arranged the books, and then sat at the table, frowning and thinking.

"Why am I having this nightmare?"

Is it because the evil fetus was not completely chopped off before? Or is it because of the cause and effect after beheading the evil fetus?

Or is it because I met that 'young master' and personally saw the poppy-like fallen chains of heaven, so cause and effect began to work in some mysterious way?

"Why is this nightmare different from the previous one? In the dream, I seem to be no longer me. Could this be the ability of the evil god?"

besides……

Mo Hua frowned.

"What is this evil fetus that I dreamed about?"

Is it dead or not dead?

If he is dead, why does he appear in his dream?

If it is not dead, does that mean that the Great Desolate Evil God does not only have one evil fetus?

How many evil fetuses did Mr. Tu raise?

Yu'er's words and dreams came to mind again. Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gradually began to make guesses.

What is to be done next is gradually taking shape.

Mo Hua calmed down his mood, began to abandon foreign objects, and continued to draw formations unshakably.

Formation must be practiced. As long as you practice it, you will definitely make progress.

No matter how many accidents or changes occur in life, as long as there is time, we must practice the formation.

And time is limited, and the passing away is so inexhaustible. Once any trivial time is wasted, it is impossible to recover it.

Mo Hua continued to practice the formation, but after practicing for a while, his expression became slightly stern.

Those empty, dark, bloodshot, and eerie eyes appeared in front of him again, looking at him silently.

These eyes seem to last forever.

I will always be in an unknown place, looking at the ink paintings forever, forever.

Mo Hua also silently stared at these terrifying eyes in his heart. After a moment, he murmured in a low voice:

"How dare you look at me..."

"If you look again, I will 'eat' you..."

…

A few days later, Taixu City.

Mo Hua made an appointment with Master Gu and met at a restaurant.

Since it was not a weekend break and there was still ink painting class, time was limited, so the two of them just had a simple meal and chatted.

Master Gu is a third-grade weapon refining master of the Gu family, and he is in charge of the weapon refining shop opened by the Gu family in Gushan City.

The Weapon Refining Shop was on the verge of bankruptcy and struggling to make a living. It was Mo Hua who drew the formations for them, customized the spiritual weapons, and also brought in business. Only then could they come back to life and get better and better.

Master Gu was extremely grateful to Mo Hua. He poured wine and food for Mo Hua at the table, as if Mo Hua was the golden elixir and he was just a foundation-building monk...
To be continued...