The little faceless demon was chopped into "meat paste" by ink painting.

But in the next moment, the black magic thoughts and flesh squirmed again, condensed into shape, and made a sharp and distorted sound towards the ink painting on the blank face:

"What are you?!"

Mo Hua did not answer, but only strangled its throat, threw it to the ground, and then chopped it into meat paste with the God-Slaying Sword.

The little faceless demon once again developed a body shape in the flesh mud, and his face without facial features was already full of anger.

They are faceless demons, faceless, formless, ruthless, and generally will not get angry unless the reality is too outrageous.

They have always played with people's hearts, but no one has ever been able to treat them as clay sculptures and chop them up at will.

The little faceless demon said coldly: "What exactly are you..."

But its throat was strangled again.

Mo Hua made a very fast hand, had extremely strong force, and had no resistance to the momentum. He strangled Xiao Wu's neck, as if he was pinching a little ghost, and then used the same trick again, and threw this little faceless demon to the ground and chopped it into a pool of mud.

This is the third time.

But even after being chopped three times, the little faceless demon still did not die. As he crawled, he returned to his original form.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, "Can't you kill me?"

The little faceless demon had no facial features and his mouth was sunken and closed like a mouth: "You still want to kill me at this level?"

The "Little Faceless" demon has poor lethality and strong parasitic power, so it is restrained by the ink painting that is invincible to all evil.

But because it is a "high-level demon" and has a high rank, the sword of the God-Slaying Sword can kill but cannot kill, and Mo Hua can do nothing about it.

"Forget..."

Mo Hua sighed, stared at the little faceless demon, and subconsciously licked his lips.

The little faceless demon noticed something was wrong and was shocked:

"what are you up to?"

Before it could finish speaking, the golden light of the ink painting flashed and was already approaching its body. It tore it apart with bare hands alone, and then swallowed the faceless demon into its belly in front of Dugu's ancestor.

This behavior is cruel and weird.

The Dugu ancestor was also trembling in his heart.

In the foundation-building realm, learn to kill the magic sword, and kill the demons.

Although he couldn't accept it, he could understand it a little.

But a foundation-building disciple devoured a little faceless demon in front of him...

Dugu’s ancestor has experienced countless storms and waves throughout his life and has seen countless bloody and curious things, but he has never seen such a bold and tragic scene...

At this point, the chance of the murder has disappeared.

The powerful Baifang and Qianfang Demon were intercepted and killed by Dugu Ancestor.

The strange little faceless demon was swallowed by Mo Hua.

The aura of the demon temporarily dissipated, and everything around him gradually returned to normal.

The feeling of half-dream and half awake, both real and illusory, also disappeared.

In the huge sword tomb, only Dugu Zu and Mo Hua were left.

Dugu's ancestor looked at the ink painting with a sharp look and asked in a solemn voice:

"Who are you...?"

Ink painting saluted Dugu’s ancestor: “Disciple Ink Painting.”

Dugu's ancestor looked suspicious and wary, and even a trace of murderous intent was hidden in his eyes.

Mo Hua bowed again and introduced himself to Dugu’s ancestor:

"Disciple Mo Hua, a scattered cultivator, was a disciple of Taixu Sect. He joined Taixu Mountain Gate nine years ago. He was the "Little Brother" of the same sect and also the formation teaching."

"Give Mr. Xun's kindness to teach the formation himself."

"The disciple's cultivation is based on divine thoughts, cultivates divine consciousness and realizes the Tao, and understands the formation and seeks immortality."

"In addition, my disciples are the leader of the formation for two sessions."

"In this sword competition, my disciples and I, along with Taixu, surpassed the four major sects and won the first place in the sword competition."

"Now, Taixu Sect, with Taia, Chongxu, and the three mountains merge, is already the largest sect in Ganxuezhou..."

The ink painting has clear mouths, neither humble nor arrogant, and is generous.

And his expression was sincere and his spiritual sense was stable, so he obviously did not lie.

The Dugu ancestor was shocked.

He didn't expect that this disciple who chose by chance and practiced the magical sword would have such great ability.

Senior brother of Taixu Sect, and a disciple of the formation passed down by Junior Brother Xun.

The leader of the two formations.

No matter what else, at least in the formation, he definitely has a shocking talent.

besides……

"The largest batch in the academic prefectures..."

The Taixu Sect, which was once the end of the eight major sects, has now become the largest sect in the Ganxuezhou area...

The Dugu ancestor was incredible, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and surging.

"OK……"

Dugu's ancestor sighed and looked at the ink painting again. He had already restrained his suspicion and his expression became much gentler.

A gifted genius must have outstanding features and do things that ordinary people cannot do.

And being able to be regarded as "Little Senior Brother" by his fellow disciples, and being the leader of the sect for two generations, and winning the first place in the swordsmanship. This shows how deep his friendship with the sect and how much hard work he has put into the sect.

Dugu Zu asked Mo Hua: "The crack in the void is opened, why do you want to come in?"

Mo Hua looked at Dugu's old ancestor's old face deeply, sighed in his heart, bowed and bowed:

"I will leave tomorrow after my practice period. Before leaving, I want to see you. Thank you for your kindness in passing the sword."

In Dugu's ancestor's eyes, Mo Hua's respectful and polite figure was reflected, and he felt a clear friendship. His heart trembled slightly, and his naive eyes became softer.

"I don't have much time anymore, you can leave quickly." Dugu Zu whispered.

Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "Oncestor, you..."

Dugu Ancestor sighed, "I am the one who suppresses the demons, and I am the one who was the first to be corrupted by the demons..."

"I want to completely seal this sword tomb, together with my thoughts, and no one will be allowed to enter in the future, nor will any demons come out."

The ink painting's eyes were dim.

Dugu’s ancestor looked at Mo Hua, hesitated for a moment, and handed the broken sword in his hand with rust and blood to Mo Hua.

"I will give this broken sword to you, and you will bring out the sword tomb for me."

"It has been with me for the rest of my life. I don't want it to be like me, and it is buried here, and it will never see the light of day."

Mo Hua frowned, "Old ancestor...what are you, you have no sword..."

"It doesn't matter..." Dugu's ancestor shook his head, "I have a sword or not, there is no difference, but... you have to promise me a condition."

Dugu’s ancestor had a bright look and looked at the ink painting:

"After leaving, don't go back to this sword tomb. Practice well and improve your cultivation. If one day you cultivate to the point of emptiness and have the ability to break the void restriction I set, come back and use the sword I gave you... to kill me!"

Mo Hua's expression changed, "Old Ancestor!"

Dugu’s ancestor shook his head, grabbed Mo Hua’s arm, and stuffed the remaining sword with the warmth in his hand into Mo Hua’s hand:

"Ten thousand, remember what I said!"

"Also, don't mention what I say to you and what I give you a sword to anyone, including my junior brother, your old Mr. Xun."

Mo Hua pursed her lips tightly.

Dugu Zu patted Mo Hua's shoulder and comforted:

"You are a good kid, with a good heart and a very talented person, but you don't have the ability to do that now, so don't worry, do it step by step..."

"This broken sword is called 'Dugu'. Keep it, this is the last thing I can give you..."

Mo Hua's eyes were gloomy, "Old Ancestor, then I'll go back..." Before he finished speaking, his expression changed and he saw that Dugu's facial features began to disappear again, and even his whole body exuded silent, ruthless and unrighteous devil thoughts.

"Let's go..."

The Dugu Ancestor has disappeared, like an extremely powerful "faceless" demon, murmured to Mo Hua in a strange voice, "I'm soon... not your Ancestor..."

Mo Hua felt a little sad and a little unbearable.

Seeing that Mo Hua was still hesitating, Dugu’s ancestor, who turned into a “demon”, tore open a crack in the void with one hand, and then pushed Mo Hua into the crack in the space regardless of the situation.
To be continued...