"Practice well and take care of everything."

This is what Dugu’s ancestor said to Mo Hua in the last time.

With Dongxu's cultivation, Mohua could not resist at all.

He had no time and finally looked back at Dugu Ancestor.

Unfortunately, what he saw was not Dugu Ancestor, who used to be an old and arrogant face, but a blank faceless face without facial features and no emotions.

After seeing off the ink painting, the only ancestor Dugu was left in the empty sword tomb.

He is still alone.

After a while, Dugu Ancestor sighed in a low voice:

"No wonder people in the world seek immortality. As long as they live and keep living, they will encounter one or two good things, with a hint of hope..."

Dugu’s ancestor was like a broken sword, but a cold fire ignited in his eyes.

The faceless demonic way is devouring him.

Dugu Ancestor Dugu spent his whole life's sword art and tempered his life's sword intent, and also turned into a seal, sealing his heart, sealing his Taoist body, and even spreading outward, weaving a sword net, sealing the entire sword tomb, and isolating the entire sword tomb from the world...

...

The elders are in the center.

Mr. Xun, who was reading the classics and carefully deducing something, was suddenly shocked, stood up and looked at the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

All the auras in the back mountain are silent, and they are separated from the world from the boundaries of reality and reality.

This is a means that only those who can only have at the peak of Dongxu.

"Senior brother..."

Mr. Xun's eyes were desolate, and he felt sad in his heart, and he murmured: "After all... has it been this point..."

...

Disciples are in the center.

The ink painting was also pushed by Dugu’s ancestor and fell into his room from the cracks in the void.

Then a flash of painted black, the cracks in the void coincided with each other, all breaths disappeared, and all spaces were blocked.

When I looked back, it was empty and nothing was left.

Only the heavy remaining sword in his hand still had the burning temperature triggered by the sword energy, as well as a deep divine thought of Dugu Ancestor.

"Old ancestor..."

Thinking of Dugu’s ancestor, who was covered in a state of dignity and looked like Du Shentian Demon, Mo Hua felt bitter in his heart.

But he couldn't do anything.

Even if it is impossible to break through the void, enter the sword tomb and meet Dugu's ancestor...

Mo Hua looked lonely, and suddenly felt something, her face changed slightly, and she immediately meditated immediately, and her spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment he sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua's divine thoughts incarnated, and then he opened his mouth and vomited it. In the seven orifices, the demonic thoughts surged out like black blood, and finally turned into the little faceless demon again.

It emits sarcastic laughter that is neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, nor old, and mixed with people's hearts:

"How dare you swallow the demon, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Hua strangled his neck again.

Outside, it is no match for ink painting.

When it comes to the sea of ​​consciousness of ink painting, it cannot cause even more storms.

Mo Hua took the little faceless demon and went to meet his good friend, "Pi Xiu" with a big head.

The Pixiu was just dozing off and got another rare "prisoner". She was really overjoyed, and her eyes looked at the ink painting were full of deep recognition and joy.

Ink painting throws the little faceless demon to Pixiu.

The little faceless demon was frightened and kept screaming, but it was useless.

It is only a superior demon who has not yet parasiticly hatched human hearts and faces, so it is naturally impossible to resist the Pixiu's evil-proof power.

In this way, the Pixiu pressed the demon with its left claw and the right claw suppressed the evil god, majestic and unhappy.

Among the Pixiu of the same clan, its "war record" cannot be said to be the best, but it is definitely not bad.

The Pixiu is proud and very proud.

After suppressing the little faceless demon, Mo Hua left the Pixiu Temple and returned to reality.

There was silence inside the disciple's room.

Mo Hua rubbed the ancient broken sword in her hand, sighed a long time, and then put away its precious and valuable place.

It's only one hour left before dawn.

Ink painting lies on the bed, meditating and nourishing the spirit.

An hour later, the sun was revealed in the sky, and the golden rays shone into the room through the ancient woods.

The ink painting faces the rising sun and looks out the window, and sees the sunrise in Taixu Mountain for the last time.

Then he packed up his greetings and embarked on the road to return home.

He remembered Mr. Xun's instructions and did not disturb anyone. He walked down the quiet mountain road to Taixu Mountain.

An elder greeted Mo Hua along the way, and Mo Hua responded as usual.

But these elders didn't know that this was the last time they saw Mo Hua.

After leaving the disciple's residence, passing through the great temple, passing through the library, missionary room, and one after another, the Taoist building that usually serves the disciples to practice and teach, and then walking through the long mountain road, Mo Hua finally walked to the front of the mountain gate.

Finally, Mo Hua stood in front of the mountain gate and turned around and bowed far away to Taixu Gate.

This worship is to thank Taixu Sect and teach the grace of preaching and teaching.

I also thank the ancestors, leaders and elders of the sect for their care and support.

After worshiping, Mo Hua left Taixu Gate along the mountain path, and his back gradually disappeared into the clouds and mist outside Taixu Mountain.

Inside the Taixu Gate.

Mr. Xun, who had not slept all night, seemed to feel something. He looked up at the distance, his eyes were full of reluctance, and finally sighed deeply.

The elders are in the center.

The elders such as Xun Ziyou, Xun Zixian and others suddenly felt empty in their hearts.

In front of the small book garden.

The big white dog barked at the distance, as if seeing off his farewell.

The head of Taixu looked at the mountain gate.

I saw that somehow, a curling smoke floated up above the gate of Taixu Mountain, and it blended into each other with the clouds and mist of Taixu Mountain. I was stunned.

A long time ago, the blue smoke rising from the Taixu Mountain Gate couldn't help but come to his mind.

The head of Taixu was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized it in his heart, and sighed:

"Good boy, I hope you have a smooth journey..."

...

At the same time, Qingzhou City, Gu family.

Yuer, who had been up early to practice and was a little sleepy, suddenly felt a thrill and she looked sad.

Wen Renwan, who was guiding Yu'er to practice, also felt suddenly lost for a moment, and then gradually understood.

"Mo Hua... left..."

Thinking of the little things that have been with ink paintings over the past decade, Wen Renwan’s heart is both warm and sour.

Just as I was lost, a sharp and strange voice suddenly sounded:

"Damn it... I finally left..."

Wen Renwan was stunned and looked down, and saw that "Yu'er" was dark and had a vicious face.

As if he noticed Wen Renwan's gaze, "Yu'er" also grinned and stared at Wen Renwan with a ferocious look.

Wen Renwan was shocked for a moment. After a moment, she remembered Mo Hua's words, smiled relievedly, touched "Yuer"'s head, her eyes as gentle as water, as if she was looking at her beloved child.

"Yu'er" was stunned. For some reason, he couldn't get angry anymore. He didn't even dare to look at Wen Renwan's soft eyes. He could only silently look away, but something seemed to be trembling in his heart.

It was something that gods had never felt before...

...

After Mo Hua left Taixu Gate, he replaced the Taoist robe that represented the identity of Taixu Gate, and carefully put it into the Nazi Ring.

Afterwards, he put on a hat and changed into an ordinary robe to cover up his breath, hired a carriage and drove straight to a remote Yundu City north of Qianxuezhou.

At this time, in Yundu City.
To be continued...