"You little dear, you angered me!"

The Iron Corpse Elder became angry.

But for ink painting, there is actually no difference.

He still used water prison technique to control it, and then used fireball technique to kill it.

The Iron Corpse Elder had nowhere to exert his strength, so he could only let Mo Hua suppress it. He knew it was not good and tried his best to rush to Mo Hua against the explosion of the fireball technique.

But when I looked up, there was no sign in front of me.

The ink painting has used its lapse of water steps to retreat calmly, and it has opened the distance again, then controlled it with water pricking technique, and then used fireball technique to kill...

The fire was flying, and the elder of the Iron Corpse looked ferocious and had a embarrassed figure, and was frightened.

I have lived for so many years and eaten so many monks, but I am completely no match for this little monk?

I was actually suppressed by his spells so that I had no power to fight back?

Can you only be like a sandbag, fixed by spells and then hung and beaten?

The Iron Corpse Elder was incredible.

But Mo Hua also frowned.

It seems...can't be killed.

After the iron corpse was further transformed into a corpse, the flesh was too hard.

Fireball alone can be suppressed and defeated, but it is difficult to kill.

If you consume it so hard, your spiritual sense may be exhausted and your magic power will be weak, so it will find an opportunity to escape.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold, "I have to find a way to kill it."

Elder Iron Corpse also understood this truth.

It is not the opponent of Ink Painting, so it can only resist Ink Painting's fireball technique and minimize damage. Only when Ink Painting's spiritual sense is exhausted can it have the opportunity to escape or even kill.

In this way, the magic will be suppressed and the spiritual consciousness will be consumed.

This little devil can't hold on for long...

Sure enough, the fireball technique stopped after a moment.

Elder Tiezi was ecstatic. As soon as he looked up, he saw Mo Hua close his eyes and concentrate, not knowing what he was doing.

The Iron Corpse Elder was stunned.

What does this little devil mean?

Distracted or give up?

Or maybe, what happened to the spiritual consciousness?

Should I escape first, or pounce directly and kill him?

It hesitated for this moment and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The breath around the body seems to have changed.

Elder Iron Corpse suddenly looked down and saw that at some point, many light blue, fine spiritual power gossips appeared under his feet. These gossips meandered and circulated on their own, connecting them into mysterious patterns.

The Iron Corpse Elder widened his eyes.

What is this?

It saw that the opportunity was not good, and it was about to run away, but it was too late.

The first secondary formation of ink painting has been finished.

This is a golden lock array.

The light blue spiritual power formed a formation on the ground, and instead emitted golden light, condensed into spiritual power chains, locking the Iron Corpse Elder tightly in place.

Elder Iron Corpse tried several times but couldn't break free.

And after a while, the second formation was already drawn.

This is a smelting array.

The moment the formation pattern was formed, the light blue spiritual power emitted a dazzling red light, and the ground turned into a sea of ​​fire, like a flaming furnace, trapping the elder of the iron corpse and burning it.

Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.

Formation?

Is this little devil a formation master?

But is the formation master drawing the formation like this?

Without a pen or ink, you can condense the formation so quickly with just the divine thoughts?

The formation adheres to the way of heaven and kills divine thoughts.

What's more, it's such a realistic and powerful formation.

The Iron Corpse Elder's heart was trembling.

"It's over, the gutter has capsized."

It was just hungry for a long time. When it wanted to come out to eat something, it was roasted by a little ghost from somewhere.

The cultivation world is so fucking sinister!

A little devil is so dangerous.

When death is approaching, Elder Iron Corpse wants to do his best and struggle for a while.

For a moment, it broke free from the Golden Lock Array, but was fixed in place by the water pricking technique of Mo Hua. After a while, the spiritual power on the Golden Lock Array was restored again and turned into a Golden Lock, locking it firmly.

The furnace-like fusion array is not burning its body at all times.

If you cut the flesh with a blunt knife, it will be time to cut it sooner or later.

Elder Iron Corpse was desperate.

Mo Hua looked at the Elder Iron Corpse while on the side and suddenly said curiously:

"Your method of turning into a corpse was passed down by your ancestors?"

The Iron Corpse Elder gritted his teeth and said:

“So what?”

"Do you have other means?" Mo Hua asked.

The Iron Corpse Elder was angry and silent.

"You have no other means, and you will die here today." Mo Hua reminded "good intention".

Elder Iron Corpse was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Mo Hua touched her chin and thought.

This Iron Corpse Elder seems to be in trouble and has no other means.

Ink painting is a bit regretful, but also a little disappointed:

"You ancestors, will you pass on this little thing?"

Elder Tiezi sneered: "Of course it is impossible. My ancestor has many methods, so why are you a little..."

As it spoke, it suddenly stopped, and then it was suddenly shocked.

This little guy is trapping his own words?

What does he mean?

What does he want to know?

Ancestor...

He wanted to figure out the methods of his ancestors. Could it be... he was trying to make the ancestors' ideas?

Elder Iron Corpse was frightened.

No, it is impossible.

How could he be...

The Iron Corpse Elder was stunned, and then looked horrified.

No, it is possible!

With this little devil's incredible ability in the sea of ​​consciousness, he really could murder his ancestors!

If he really lets him succeed and understand the methods of the ancestor, that ancestor, the ancestor...

The ancestor is in danger!

Elder Iron Corpse's heart trembled.

Seeing that Mo Hua saw his thoughts, he saw through them, and couldn't help but say regretfully:
To be continued...