The spiritual consciousness was drowsy and woke up, but it was still very tired. The sea of ​​consciousness felt like it was heavy, as if it was carrying too many grievances and debts.

And there was a hazy place in front of me.

Everything you see is half black and half white.

It seems that the world has lost its color and returns to the most original color. In the interweaving of black and white, it makes people feel that everything is dead and that the way is united.

Mo Hua blinked hard again.

The black and white colors of the world faded slightly, with a little more color, but they did not completely dissipate. The half-black and half-white phantom was still stuck to the edge of the eyes.

This black and white vision seems to be integrated into one with his eyes.

Mo Hua frowned, blinked again, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Xun, who was gray-haired, serious and worried, with a look on his face.

The ink painting was shocked, "Mr. Xun..."

As soon as he wanted to get up, he was pressed by an old but warm palm, "Don't move."

Mr. Xun put the forehead of the ink painting on the back of his hand, and then tried the pulse of the ink painting. He sensed the strength of the meridians, the profit and loss of blood and energy, and the flow of spiritual power in the ink painting. Finally, he pinched the ink painting's chin and looked at the ink painting's eyes left and right.

Seeing that the black and white colors gradually faded in Mo Hua's eyes, there was no evil spirit left, nor evil spirit, and the corpse energy and blood energy were soaked. Only then did he feel relieved in the end.

"Can you see things clearly?"

"Can see clearly," Mo Hua nodded and said truthfully, "but there is still a little blur, with a little black and white edge."

"Where is the spiritual power of meridians?"

The ink painting ran for a while and said, "It should be no problem."

"Do you feel tired?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "I felt heavy on my shoulders, as if something was pressing against me and prevented me from breathing..."

Mr. Xun sighed slightly.

The murder is so heavy, but I just feel that it is "heavy". This fate cannot be described by the word "hard".

"You..." Mr. Xun paused slightly, and finally asked directly, "Do you want to kill someone?"

"kill?"

Mo Hua was stunned, a little confused, "Why do I want to kill someone?"

Mr. Xun didn't know where to start and sighed, "It's good if you don't want to kill someone."

Mr. Xun stared at Mo Hua's eyes again, and then he was relieved that Mo Hua's eyes were clear and sincere and did not lie to him.

Mo Hua was a little confused, "Mr. Xun, what's wrong with me?"

Mr. Xun looked at Mo Hua silently and asked lightly: "Do you know what you have done?"

"I……"

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and felt that this was better to tell Mr. Xun the truth.

After all, Mr. Xun treated himself very well and had to hide some things from him. He was forced to speak up.

But it is generally possible to say that the blood sacrifice array is going to save people and did not do bad things, so there is no need to hide it from the old man.

What's more, this matter is too big, so I will definitely not be able to withstand it.

Tell Mr. Xun honestly that Mr. Xun can still provide him with the best care.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and told Mr. Xun what he had done.

In order to save his fellow disciples and other geniuses in learning, he broke the evil formation of Yan Luoshan.

Later, in order to save Yu'er, he and Mr. Tu were experiencing a snare and survived in the cracks between the devils. Finally, he successfully saved Yu'er, exploded the blood sacrifice formation, and killed all the devils in the formation.

Mr. Xun sighed, feeling that it was as scattered as a storyteller.

However, he was shocked too many times and became numb.

No matter what shocking things Mo Hua does, he can now accept them.

As for some details, the ink painting must have been concealed, and Mr. Xun did not intend to ask in detail.

Just have a number in your mind. Sometimes it may not be a good thing to know too much.

Especially the things about Ink Painting.

"I understand," Mr. Xun nodded, "This matter has ended here. You should not mention it to the second person anymore. You must remember..."

Mr. Xun looked at the ink painting deeply and said slowly:

"You just happened to rescue his 'body' from Yu'er. You don't know what happened in the nightmare."

"The self-destruction of the Blood Sacrifice Formation has nothing to do with you."

"The death of those demon cultivators is their deserved sin, and it has nothing to do with you."

"No matter what happens, you have to bite to death, 'It has nothing to do with you'."

"If not, so many golden elixirs and even the devil's death will not only be the Blood Refining Sect, Xuanmo Sect, Yin Zi Valley, Demon Sword Sect, Hehuan Sect... These demonic sects will regard you as the "blood feud" of the Demon Sect and will never die with you."

"Even if you study various sects and families, you will covet you and regard you as a thorn in your eyes. You will do everything possible to make your decisions, knock your bones and open your skulls, and study your sea of ​​consciousness..."

"Your enemies will be spread all over the world of good and evil. No matter what you do, you will be unable to move forward and will kill every step of your life."

"You must remember these words!"

Mr. Xun looked extremely serious.

Mo Hua also knew the pros and cons of it, and nodded seriously, "Well, sir, I remember it all.

Seeing this, Mr. Xun's face dissipated, his eyes became gentle again, and he said softly:

"Okay, forget all this and have a good rest and recuperate. During this period, you will stay in this back mountain and don't go anywhere."

"I'll handle other things."

Mo Hua said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr.."

Mr. Xun waved his hand, looked at Mo Hua kindly, and instructed him loudly:

"You have suffered from causal injuries and are under heavy mental burden. Don't act rashly, and don't worry too much. Just sleep for a while if you have nothing to do."

"Um."

Mo Hua nodded, and indeed felt dizzy and lacked energy. So he closed his eyes again and fell asleep slowly.

Mr. Xun waited for Mo Hua to fall asleep without any abnormalities, so he got up and left.

After leaving, Mr. Xun called an inner disciple and ordered: "Tell me my order to the head of the sect to hold a three-mountain road meeting. If you have any questions, you have to discuss it."

"Yes, ancestor." The inner disciple took the order.

Mr. Xun looked back at Mo Hua and murmured in his heart:

"After building the foundation, I'm just trying to do this. If I get to the Golden Pill and make trouble again, I, the ancestor, may not be able to hold on..."

...

A few days later, Mr. Xun was busy opening a sect meeting and ordered all parties to operate, and to do the "seal" of the aftermath for Mo Hua.

To the greatest extent, reduce the causal connection between ink painting and the disaster of the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice.

Try to let Mo Hua "invisible" from this matter, so as not to attract bloody revenge from the Demonic and covetousness from other forces with ulterior motives.

No matter how much insiders know about Taixu Sect, they all "sealed".

Of course, the real "seal" was made by the ink painting myself.

To be more precise, he was called "silence" - killing all the demon cultivators who had seen him with their own eyes, knew what he had done, and what formation he had drawn.

Even the four feathers, including Mr. Tu, were not spared.

Really true, dead cleanly.

Apart from him, there was no one at all. He really knew what he had done in the Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Therefore, this also made Mr. Xun's "sealing" arrangement much more convenient.

Everything went well.

There will be no one who will blame the destruction of the quasi-third-grade Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array on a small foundation-building disciple of Mo Hua.

After all, it is just a foundation building. No matter how high his spiritual sense is or how strong the formation is, he is even the leader of the formation in Qianxuezhou.

But all these abilities and all the halos, together, are really not worth mentioning in front of the huge evil blood sacrifice formation that has devoted all the magical hard work.

Some people do suspect in ink painting.

Suspected that the ink painting is the mastermind behind the collapse of the blood sacrifice array, or at least an important participant.

But even the doubters themselves find this kind of suspicion a bit ridiculous and ridiculous.

That is a quasi-third-grade evil formation.

No matter how evil Mo Hua is, he is just a disciple of the sect in the foundation-building realm. What kind of virtue can he destroy the quasi-third-grade formation?

This statement is undoubtedly a way to put gold on Mo Hua’s face, and undoubtedly to add achievements to Taixu Sect.
To be continued...