After a few breaths, the "man" also turned his head and looked at Mo Hua.

Also a zombie face.

Hawk's nose, hanging eyes, a sinister face, and a gray complexion.

It's an iron corpse!

When it saw Mo Hua, it looked vicious, and then it flashed in its gray eyes, and it flashed in its greedy eyes, and it rushed into Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

After entering the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting, the iron corpse was stunned.

Even though it was an elder who had seen the world, he was shocked by Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Then there was a crazy laugh.

Its laughter was hoarse, its throat was broken, and it was harsh and unpleasant.

The invisible Mo Hua nodded.

It seems that the Iron Corpse Elder cannot see through his concealment...

Mo Hua held a stick again and tiptoed behind the iron corpse. He held up a stick, and looked at the iron corpse's head with a stick.

A thousand-jung stick hit the back of the iron corpse's head.

Ink painting even heard a "clang" sound.

It's like the sound of iron tools intersecting.

The palms of Mo Hua's hand were also slightly numb.

The elder of the Iron Corpse was also staggered, with a ferocious face and a little confused. He turned his head and looked even more surprised when he saw Mo Hua.

After a moment, it came back to its senses and its eyes became more and more greedy.

Looking at Mo Hua's eyes, it was like looking at a thousand-year-old ginseng.

But ink painting is a bit of a pity.

It seems that the strength of the Iron Corpse is still very strong.

It's not a big deal to beat a stick.

The iron corpse elder has a solid figure, unlike an ordinary zombie. If he sticks down, his body will be a little dispersed.

It was hit by Mo Hua and staggered a few times, looking painful, but not hurt.

The two of them confronted each other and did not take action easily.

Elder Iron Corpse could not understand the background of the ink painting. Although it was coveted, it was also afraid.

He looked at the Mo Hua carefully, looked around again, and suddenly he suddenly realized, and said hoarsely:

"I asked why, several disciples entered your sea of ​​consciousness but couldn't get out. It turned out that they were attacked by your evil hands!"

The divine consciousness is manifested and the divine consciousness is profound.

It is no inferior to the Iron Corpse Elder.

Those Zhang family members at the walking zombie realm could not be the opponent of this little monk.

It is understandable to die at his hands.

Ink painting is not allowed.

Elder Iron Corpse flashed, "What should you be guilty of killing my Zhang family?"

Mo Hua muttered in her heart:

"I not only want to kill your Zhang family, but also your Zhang family ancestor..."

But on the surface, he just doesn't care:

"They want to eat me, and I kill them, which is their own fault."

Elder Iron Corpse sneered, "They only want to eat a few bites of your spiritual sense, but you killed them. At a young age, the methods are too cruel."

Mo Hua was shocked, "Are you turning into a zombie and your brain is rotten? Is this kind of thing possible?"

Elder Iron Corpse snorted coldly.

It is thinking about the strength of ink painting in mind.

This little ghost's manifestation of consciousness should be an innate talent.

But the confrontation of divine thoughts is not that simple.

Even if this little devil has some talent, how can he compare with the corpse art techniques that the Zhang family has inherited for hundreds of years?

One or two little disciples, this little devil may be able to pick up the bargain.

But since I let myself in, this little devil is the disciples of the Zhang family, a big meal!

Elder Tiezi looked at the tender and cute Mo Hua and couldn't help licking his tongue.

Mo Hua also understood its thoughts and snorted coldly in her heart:

"Who is whose feast is not necessarily?"

Elder Tiezi couldn't help it when he looked at Mo Hua.

It suddenly opened its big mouth, revealing its fangs. On top of it, it was tempered with rotten corpse poison, and its body turned into a blue light and bit directly towards Mo Hua.

Its attacks seem to be fast, but all its behavior has long been understood by Mohua.

Ink paintings used their lapses and calmly avoided the culprit of the Iron Corpse Elder.

The Elder of Iron Corpse acted in one go, changed his moves continuously, stretched out his sharp claws, and slapped several times from different angles, but Mo Hua avoided them one by one.

Mo Hua even stepped on the head of the Iron Corpse Elder and calmly retreated.

The Iron Corpse Elder was both annoyed and angry.

How dare this little devil humiliate himself?

It was about to rush forward again, but it found that the ink painting that was stretched apart, and the fingers were a little far away, and the fire suddenly appeared.

A fireball roared.

Elder Iron Corpse's pupils shrank, and he had only time to cross his arms and blocked him.

Then the fireball Explode exploded in front of it.

The clothes on both arms were burned, revealing the iron-blue-colored arms, like dead people.

The iron arm was burned to charred.

There are still flames licking all over the body.

The Iron Corpse Elder took a breath.

Fireball?

How is that possible?

How can spiritual consciousness condense into spells?

It realized something was wrong...

This little devil is not just lucky or innately talented to manifest his spiritual consciousness.

He must have the inheritance of the divine thought method!

In the sea of ​​consciousness, magic is manifested.

This method is extremely clever. It has been parasitized in the picture for so long and has eaten so many spiritual consciousnesses of monks. I have never seen it before, and I have even heard of it.

Even my ancestors probably never knew this method.

The Iron Corpse Elder was frightened.

"It needs to be considered for a long time..."

It's really unwise to fight alone with this little devil.

We need to gather the power of the entire Zhang family, plan other plans, kill the little devil, and then share his spiritual sense.

If you have the chance, you will take his inheritance again!

The Zhang family’s strength will surely increase greatly!

Elder Iron Corpse had decided, so he began to retreat.

The ink painting instantly understood its thoughts.

Since I want to run away, I’m not polite.

He used a water prison technique to control the iron corpse, and then fireball techniques frequently occurred, one after another, and the blazing flames directly swallowed the Iron corpse Elder.

After a moment, the fire disappeared and smoke and dust spread everywhere.

The Iron Corpse Elder roared and stepped out of the fire smoke.

It has red eyes, huge body, and black skin. It has obviously become corpse and its overall strength has risen a little further.
To be continued...