"What's going on?"

"Ghost riot?!"

Everyone's expressions changed, even the leader of the Demon Sect, who was as calm as a mountain, looked extremely solemn.

The yin energy around him suddenly gathered like wind and clouds, and was so strong that the air was so gloomy that it could even drip with water. The astonishing chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

The old man in black robe looked up at the sky.

The sky was gray and gloomy, with nothing in it.

But he could predict that something shocking was going to happen.

The old man in black robe turned his head again and looked at Mo Hua, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened, the ghostly movements in the dojo must have been attracted by this kid's consciousness.

"What happened..."

The dark wind surged, bringing with it a huge sense of oppression, gathering at the top of the head, and then stagnated, constantly hovering above.

The old man in black robe didn't know what happened, but Mo Hua could see it.

In his field of vision, countless ghosts and ghosts were gathered around him like a tide, attracted by the smoke of his golden consciousness.

This golden divine thought makes them long for it, but also makes them fear it.

This desire makes them roar and tremble.

But this fear also makes them frightened and hesitate to move forward.

It seemed like a "gift" from the gods, with supreme honor. They wanted to eat it, but no one really dared to eat it.

The evil spirits gathered more and more, lingering around the golden spirit, overwhelming the sky and the earth, forming a terrifying evil hurricane.

This dense evil spirit crowds and tramples each other, even causing the space to become somewhat distorted.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on the forehead of the old man in black robe.

The rest of the people were equally outrageous and did not dare to speak out.

The lamp above Mo Hua's head was still burning, and the golden divine thoughts were still rising, becoming stronger bit by bit.

Finally, one evil spirit couldn't bear it any longer.

Its greed outweighed its fear, and it took the first sip, which came from the divine thoughts of the "demigod" Mo Hua.

The indescribable sweetness and mellowness instantly filled its whole body.

Its body even began to undergo changes, with traces of light golden lines appearing.

It roared desperately, with a look of extreme joy on its ferocious and ugly face.

It wanted to take a second breath, but in the next moment, it was torn apart by other wandering souls.

Like a fat lamb that fell into a pack of hungry wolves, its body of evil thoughts was torn to pieces by countless evil spirits and ghosts around it, and then devoured one by one.

Greed tore a hole open, and the aroma of divine thoughts wafted out.

More ghosts have tasted this sweetness that penetrates deeply into the bones of their souls.

They are completely crazy.

More and more wandering souls began to become bolder and devour the golden consciousness of the ink paintings.

But as long as you take a bite, the next moment, they will be torn into pieces by more ghosts and wandering spirits, and they will be devoured completely.

The spiritual thoughts of ink painting are both a "tonic" and a "plague".

Eating ghostly things can provide you with great nourishment, but after eating them, you will be met with death and be buried in the mouths of other ghosts.

Ghosts all over the sky, surrounding this ray of golden consciousness, are constantly fighting and roaring, with gusts of wind blowing, and ghosts crying and wolves howling.

And in the distance, some more terrifying breaths are coming.

It seemed that some powerful ghosts were also attracted by this ray of divine consciousness.

The black-robed old man's pupils trembled sharply, and he said hoarsely: "Run!"

There are too many ghosts.

If you don't run, everyone will die!

Even if they are golden elixirs and are top-level late-stage golden elixir cultivators, they will still die in the hands of these invisible and unknowable ghosts.

Invaded, polluted, devoured, alienated and died by them!

Everyone did not dare to neglect, activated their body movements, and began to rush forward.

In this way, a flaw was revealed in the mist lamp, and the breath of some strangers came out.

Many ghosts were suddenly startled, and their faces were ferocious, turning into strands of sinister wind and attacking everyone.

The old man in black robe suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then without thinking, he took out a monster skull and threw it into the sky.

The skull exploded and turned into a pool of blood mist.

These ghosts were attracted by the blood mist and were stopped for a moment.

"Maoshan Talisman!"

The old man in black robe said immediately.

Mr. Xuan understood, turned to look into Mr. Hui's eyes, and ordered in a strange tone:

"Use the talisman!"

Second Master Hui nodded dully, took out a bunch of Maoshan jade talismans from the storage bag, regardless of whether they were real or fake, and then detonated them all one after another.

He was possessed by a Taoist demon and his mind was muddled, so he used jade talismans from different categories without any discrimination.

Most of the jade charms have no effect at all.

But there was a small part that, after exploding, produced a golden tiger shadow, mixed with mysterious seal characters, which indeed thwarted these sneaky moments.

Taking advantage of this gap, the old man in black robe spit out another mouthful of blood essence and sprayed it on the mist cup. Using his own blood energy, he pushed the treasure's function to the extreme, forming a thicker mist that enveloped everyone.

The ghost was temporarily disoriented.

But after a moment of confusion, the next moment, they still rushed towards everyone, and this time the attack was even crazier, and the aura of powerful ghosts could even be heard from far away.

It seems that the evil ghost is also eyeing everyone.

The old man in black robe was shocked and understood immediately.

"Kill the lights out!"

Generally, when monks light a human lamp, they will sacrifice a part of their spiritual consciousness for Sneaky to enjoy. This is regarded as "tolls".

But the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is too precious.

This is equivalent to exposing gold and silver jewelry when you go out.

The crime of carrying a jade is not a "toll", but a "life-saving fee".

Mr. Xuan immediately took off Mo Hua's golden hoop, not daring to let Mo Hua light the "human lamp" anymore.

The golden wisp of spiritual smoke disappeared.

The ghosts filled with injustice were startled, and as expected they became quiet, but within a moment, intense anger and roars followed.

When it reaches the mouth, the "fat meat" flowing with the breath of the gods flies away.

Countless ghosts and ghosts were furious.

They began to go crazy, twist, mutate, and began to fight each other, flying all over the sky, biting everything indiscriminately.

"Are these ghosts...all crazy?"

The old man in black robe took a breath of cold air, then did not dare to slack off, and used all his strength to activate the mist lamp, covering everyone and running forward.

But it's a little late after all.

Some evil spirits had broken through the fog and started biting everyone.

Hui Erye and Shitou were the most corroded by ghosts.

The rest of the people were also more or less tainted with a sneaky aura.

The only exception is ink painting.

Whether it is an innocent spirit or a vicious ghost, when they rush in front of the ink painting, it is as if they have encountered something terrible, and they dare not move at all.

Therefore, among the ghosts dancing in the sky, ink painting is actually the safest.

These are all changes at the evil level. Mo Hua can clearly see them, but others cannot.

The old men in black robes just felt eerie, the surroundings were cold to the bone, and there was a huge pressure coming from them.

But they didn't know that the evil ghost had actually bitten them and pulled out some "meat" from their bodies.

If this continues, no matter whether they are the leaders of the Demon Sect or their Jindan cultivation level, they will all die in this dojo.

But fortunately, we are not far from the edge of the dojo.
To be continued...