Zhenren Situ, who witnessed the ink painting with his own eyes, was invincible, and was like cutting melons and vegetables, slaughtering the demons of the dream, fell into deep self-doubt.

Seeing that his demon "children" were slaughtered by Mo Hua, the evil god's true fetus was also out of wrath.

His figure has grown a little taller.

The sheep horns on the head became even more ferocious.

The ancient patterns turned into pitch-black scales, covering the skin like evil armor.

This evil god's true fetus is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, its innate magical powers are also awakening little by little. Black fog, blood claws, evil roars, scales and armor are emerging one after another, and they are all going to kill Mo Hua.

But in front of Mo Hua who has experienced many battles and rich experience, these newly awakened minor magical powers cannot threaten him at all.

The black fog was melted by the fireball, the blood claws were blocked by the golden body, and the evil roar was not as good as the dragon roar of the ink painting.

In the body of divine thoughts, the evil god's true fetus was just born and was still a "chicken".

Ink paintings, after a long battle of formations, have a pure gold body of Daoization. Now they have surpassed the limitations of the Great Dao and have broken through to the realm of the Twenty-Second-Third-Level Golden Elixir. The body of divine thoughts is extremely powerful, and the art of divine thoughts is also infinitely mysterious.

The magic of the magical thoughts is sharp and fast, with one punch and one kick, and the power of the divine power, and then combined with the instant formation.

The true fetus of the evil god of the Great Wilderness is controlled, suppressed, bound, burned, and immersed in water - and then suppressed by the powerful fists and feet of the Mohua,

He was beaten and retreated step by step, and the wolf fox was invincible.

And his law of divine power seems to be ineffective against ink painting. Even if it exudes the majesty of a god, it cannot make ink painting afraid or surrender. This is a battle at the god level:

A newborn evil god is being "beat up" by someone's head. One day, this incredible scene actually appeared in front of him.

Zhenren Situ opened his mouth and for a moment he really thought he was dreaming.

only.

Looking at the fierce battle situation in front of him, Zhenren Situ frowned slightly.

It seems that ink painting does have the upper hand.

But no matter how fierce his divine attack was, he could only "humiliate" the evil god and could not really hurt the origin of the evil god.

This newborn evil god of the Great Wilderness was just in a mess. He seemed to be beaten without temper and was covered in bruises, but he was not threatened by "fatal" and his power was still recovering little by little, and his awakening magical powers became stronger and stronger.

It seems that Mo Hua, the "strong enemy", put a lot of pressure on him, forcing him to awaken quickly and transform step by step.

All the attacks of Mo Hua became the "wist stone" of the transformation of the evil god.

If this continues, the situation will be bad.

Situ Zhenren looked solemn.

I realized that under my "humiliation", the fetus of the evil god who became stronger little by little, and Mo Hua's expression also changed a little, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart:

"It is worthy of being the evil god of the Great Wilderness that is hard to kill, and the real fetus is even harder to kill."

Even though his divine thoughts have become enlightened and have broken through to the realm of the Golden Pill, the power of various divine thoughts is nearly twice as powerful, but with his own strength, he can only suppress the newborn evil god's true fetus, so he can't repay his hand and cannot really "tear" it.

Not only that, the true fetus of the evil god of the Great Wilderness is still growing stronger under its own "tonication", and its magical powers and techniques are gradually becoming more mature.

If this continues, once he grows to a certain stage and awakens stronger magical powers, he will really not be able to control him.

"There are still quite a lot of gaps-"

Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart.

Suddenly, his heart trembled and he heard a subtle and strange sound in his ears.

This sound is obscure and ancient, as if it is an ancient divine word.

When Mo Hua proved that he looked up, he saw that the evil fetus used various magical powers to deal with his magical thoughts while opening and closing his mouth.

He spoke the old saying of a god, and seemed to be talking to himself:

"You have the breath of the deity—

"Who are you?"

The ink painting vaguely could understand his meaning, but he could not speak divine words, so he could only keep silent.

When the evil god saw the ink painting, he didn't answer, and suddenly he felt a little angry, "Are you not a god?"

Ink painting still doesn't answer.

The evil god's true fetus's eyes suddenly became cold, his voice was shocked, and even a hint of inexplicable excitement and fear:

"You have surpassed the taboo of the gods, you are heretics of the way of heaven!"

The ink painting was pleasant, and then the eyebrows were furrowed.

Heresy of Heaven?

I?

"Heaven!" The evil god's true fetus roared.

It seemed that he was stimulated by "hereth" that the expression of the evil god of the Great Wilderness began to distort. His innate memory began to awaken quickly, and the evil thoughts and body around him began to increase. An ancient and powerful aura was gradually awakening. Mo Hua's expression changed and he thought to himself: Not good!

In his perception, the young body of the evil god in front of him was growing at an incredible speed and gradually transforming towards the real evil god of the Great Wilderness.

He grew up too fast.

Mo Hua no longer held back and immediately punched the evil god with a majestic golden light.

But the next moment, a pitch-black palm caught Mo Hua's fist.

The powerful evil spirit suppresses the golden divine thoughts of the ink painting.

The evil god's true fetus has grown a head taller than Mo Hua, and his palms are twice as big as those of Mo Hua. It is covered with ancient scales, with sharp claws at fingertips, and his fists are tightly attached to Mo Hua's fists.

Mo Hua frowned, and a trace of coldness appeared in her eyes.

"I've become stronger again, I can't delay any more-""

Seeing that Mo Hua was suppressed by himself, a grim smile appeared on the face of the evil god's true fetus.

He began to take the lead, punching and clawing, attacking Mo Hua closely, wearing evil spirits such as black fog and blood claws, with fierce momentum, and for a moment, he hit Mo Hua and couldn't raise his head.

Situ Zhenren was stunned and soon realized something, and his expression changed drastically.

He turned to look at Wen Renwan. Sure enough, he saw Wen Renwan's lips and teeth open, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Stripped away the law!"

"There is no longer any sound within this dream demon!"

"not good!"

Zhenren Situ immediately turned his head and looked at the evil god's true fetus. Sure enough, he saw the evil god's true fetus, and his body suddenly swelled up again. The evil thoughts around him turned into armor, strong and mighty, and the two horns on his head became dark and ferocious. In the meantime, more powerful evil power condensed into a point, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

Awakening the magical powers and stripping away the laws made Wen Renwan unable to speak out for the time being.

Such a natural maternal law can no longer restrict him.

And you can use the innate magical powers of the evil god to form a killer move and condense all the evil powers, and in an instant, the most threatening ink painting can be completely erased.

The evil god's natural powers are not as good as the top magical method.

And the power of this magical killing move is even more terrifying.

Even gods can never resist it.

Situ Zhenren's face was pale and his whole body was trembling. He felt very bad. He struggled to help the ink painting, but his spiritual thoughts were gone and the treasures were broken.

There was no way out, so I could only watch all this, watching the shocking evil thoughts gather.

Just as Situ Zhenren was full of despair, another golden light was alerted to the corner of his eyes.

It was a very sharp golden light.

Zhenren Situ turned his head and saw the ink painting confronting the evil god. At this time, his expression was calm, his hands were held and raised above his head. His eyes, which were as clear as glass, burst out with an unsightly sharp edge.

At the same time, the sword formations of opening mountains, breaking gold, Lihuo, and Guishui appear in turn, and the ancient Taixu sword intent surged.

The heart-wrenching breath of swordsmanship is condensed in the palm of the ink painting.

"This is"

Situ Zhenren's pupils shrank, and his face was full of horror.

A name he almost could not have expected, and even a name he never thought he would see again in this life, came to his mind.

"Taixu's Divine Thought - The True Art of Transforming Swords?!"

Situ Zhenren's heart trembled, and then his pupils shook:

"No, this is not the ordinary true technique of the Divine Sword Transformation, but the final form of the Divine Sword Transformation - the Divine Sword?!"

Sword of God-killing!

The huge shock hit Situ Zhenren's heart, and his face was full of disbelief:

"This kid - how could he kill the God Sword?!"

"He is the successor of Dugu ancestor of Taixu Sect?"

"It's impossible"
To be continued...