This zombie disciple of the Zhang family looked shocked as soon as he entered Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness:

"What a deep spiritual sense!"

"Innate great replenishment!"

Its voice was hoarse and sticky, and it was a bit air-exposed.

Like a living person who has become a corpse.

Then it couldn't wait to open its hideous mouth and sucked a mouthful of spiritual consciousness filled with the sea of ​​consciousness.

At the entrance of the spiritual consciousness, the zombie disciples' eyes were excited.

Pure, rich and delicious.

This is the taste of the top level of spiritual consciousness!

The zombies laughed wildly.

After that, I couldn't help but eat it and suddenly started to suck.

As it swallows more spiritual consciousness, its body gradually becomes stronger and its body becomes a little taller.

The zombies suck their spiritual consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness in the ink painting also hurts faintly.

"Is this the feeling of being eaten by the spiritual consciousness?"

Hiding aside, observing the zombie's ink paintings, he said silently in his heart.

Some pain, a little discomfort, but quite obscure.

If you don't pay attention, you won't notice it.

Even if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would probably not believe it at all.

You will only feel that you are mentally exhausted, have poor energy, have a distraction, are depressed, and have many worries and evil desires that linger in your heart.

I would never have thought that my spiritual consciousness was being eaten by evil things.

Mo Hua nodded, remembering this feeling.

"Be careful in the future!"

People’s hearts are unpredictable, and many changes in their spiritual consciousness may not be able to be discovered at all times.

Therefore, we must step by step to familiarize ourselves with the various signs of the change in the sea of ​​consciousness, prevent the problem from escalating, and eliminate unknown hidden dangers in the spiritual consciousness.

In order to avoid any evil spirits in the future, I will not know about it.

In addition, ink painting also verifies a little.

It is in the sea of ​​consciousness that concealment can take effect.

At least this zombie didn't find himself.

The ink painting frowned slightly again.

But what is this zombie?

Is it a human, or a zombie?

After observing the ink painting for a while, I gradually became speculated in my heart.

This zombie disciple should be considered the ancestor of the Zhang family.

The Zhang family has refined corpses for generations, and their divine thoughts are assimilated with zombies. In their self-cognition, they are both humans and corpses. Therefore, after their death, their divine thoughts are sealed in the picture and they appear as zombies.

However, no matter whether it is a human or a corpse, Mo Hua does not intend to let it go.

Mo Hua hid herself, carrying a thousand-pound stick, and quietly walked behind the zombie disciple.

The zombie opened her mouth wide and ate happily.

I never thought that every move I made was under the gaze of others.

I didn't realize it at all, and danger was gradually coming.

Mo Hua walked behind the zombie, held up a thousand-pound stick, and smashed it hard with all his strength with both hands!

"Let you steal food!"

This stick was extremely powerful, and it made the zombie disciple's scalp deform and his body became a little illusory.

The height that had grown due to stealing spiritual consciousness was smashed by the stick and he went back shorter.

After smashing, the ink painting was also a little surprised.

He didn't expect that his thousand-pound stick would be so powerful.

But the zombie disciple had a numb scalp and heartbroken pain. He finally recovered and turned his head angrily, and saw a young monk with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth standing behind him.

The zombie disciple was stunned.

Then it widened its eyes, as if it had seen a "ghost".

"No! How could anyone be there?!"

Mo Hua had a small face and looked a little dangerous:

"You went to my sea of ​​consciousness to steal food and asked why there was someone? Is my spiritual consciousness so delicious? I..."

Ink painting wants to threaten a few more words.

But before he could finish speaking, the zombie disciple ran away when he saw that the opportunity was not good.

Its ugly face was full of panic.

The moment he saw the ink painting, he knew that he was no match at all.

This young monk is not old and has a small figure, but his figure is extremely clear and his aura is profound and unpredictable.

This is a sign of the powerful spiritual consciousness and complete manifestation.

What's more, it just ate a thousand-pound stick.

The power of this stick makes it lingering in fear.

The greater the power, the stronger the spiritual consciousness.

The zombie disciple was frightened.

If the spiritual consciousness has not been manifested, you can still eat it.

But once it manifests and the disparity in spiritual consciousness reaches this point, if you don’t run away, you will have to be buried here.

The zombie wants to escape from Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

The ink painting will not let it escape. With a stretch of your hand, you will hold it in the palm of your hand, and the manifested spiritual power will condense into a water pricking technique.

The shackles of divine thoughts appeared out of thin air, tied the zombie tightly in place.

The zombie disciple struggled to break free, but couldn't break free at all.

It looked terrified and said in disbelief:

"Spell?"

How could it be?

Can divine thoughts still use spells?

The ancestor has never said this...

The ink painting slowly walked to it.

The zombie knelt on the ground and said in panic: "Senior, spare my life!"

Mo Hua said: "Forgive your life, will you let you harm others again?"

The zombie disciple swore: "Don't worry, senior, I will abide by my duty from now on and will never harm others!"

Mo Hua said in confusion: "You are a zombie, isn't your duty harmful to others? How can you not harm others if you stick to your duty?"

The zombie disciple was stunned and saw Mo Hua's expressions. He knew that this young monk would not believe in his fraud at all, so he said furiously:

"The ancestor will not let you go!"

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly, and she said with a smile:

"Do you think...I will let your ancestor go?"

The zombie disciple was shocked.

This little devil is actually trying to attack his ancestors?!

How dare he?

The zombie disciple suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

This little ghost is powerful in spirit, has many tricks, and has unpredictable methods. His divine thoughts can also use magic. He is determined by his intentions and has no intentions. The ancestor is afraid...

The zombie disciples were both shocked and angry.

"No, you must inform the ancestor, otherwise the ancestor will be in danger!"
To be continued...