The Taoist heart planted demons?!

"Senior Brother, is this to... kill the weeds?!"

Bai Qingcheng's heart trembled.

What a cruel heart!

At this time, other digital Yuhua real people rushed over.

Although Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were told not to walk around, they couldn't help but follow him in their concerns.

They all saw the ink painting.

I saw Mo Hua's strange expression, dark and empty pupils, tender face, and weird spirit.

Situ Zhenren's eyes were shocked:

"Deep seeds of demonic thoughts!"

How long has this little monk been in contact with the demonic Taoist?

Why are such a deep demonic thought planted?

And this silhouette of demons...

There was a trace of the aura of the original demon species...

Situ Zhenren was shocked.

How deep is the cause and effect of the demonic Taoist and this little monk? He even planted such a deep demonic thought and completely killed this little monk?!

The other Yuhua real people also looked solemn.

"Senior Situ, what should I do?"

"This little monk is carrying a demonic species..."

"To avoid spreading, the disaster is endless. Should we... get rid of it first?"

There was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

Bai Zixi's eyes turned cold and she said with a crisp voice:

"Who dares?!"

The crowd of Yuhua was shocked, and was captured by Bai Zixi's aura. She was a little stunned, and then she was a little angry.

They have a profound cultivation level and are both ancestors of each school. When was they so rudely offended by a little girl in the Qi Refining Realm?

Everyone looked at Bai Zixi with a bad face.

Bai Zisheng stood in front of Bai Zixi and said angrily: "Who dares to bully my sister? Who touched my junior brother?"

"Irregular boy! You..."

A real person named Yuhua was furious and wanted to scold him immediately, but was pulled by the person next to him.

When he turned his head, he saw Bai Qingcheng, whose face was as cold as frost and his eyes were like swords, and quietly swallowed the words...

The Bai family and this Bai Zhenren are also unable to afford to offend him.

These two children are the legendary Tianling roots.

Don't bully the young man and be poor...

You can't be angry for a moment, and disaster comes from your mouth and cause trouble for yourself.

But this little monk must not ignore it...

"Senior Situ, look..."

He threw the problem to Zhenren Situ.

Bai Qingcheng also looked at Situ Zhenren with a subtle look, but was obviously asking him if there was a way to save Mo Hua...

Situ Zhenren was in a dilemma.

Save...How can he save?

The demons of the Taoist heart of the demons are damaged by the Taoist heart, and the spiritual consciousness is damaged. There is no medicine to cure or help from others...

The best way is of course to short pain rather than long pain, kill it as soon as possible to avoid spreading the demonic thoughts...

But……

Zhenren Situ pulled his beard.

A young monk wants to kill him, but he really can't do anything.

If you don’t kill, you may suffer endless troubles.

And even if you want to kill, who will kill?

Although this child looks like he has no background or background, he is Mr. Zhuang’s disciple...

Although he looks like his spiritual roots are inferior and his qualifications are average, he is likely to be just a disciple who makes up the numbers, as long as it is related to Mr. Zhuang, there will be great cause and effect.

He didn't have the courage to really start killing...

What's more, if this child is really that simple, the demonic Taoist would not make any effort to plant demons with the heart of Tao, attack the world and kill a child in his teenage years old...

Bai Zhenren is right, the devilish Taoist must have intentions when acting.

There must be something strange about this matter.

Situ Zhenren frowned, looked at the ink painting again, and sighed helplessly:

"Although this child has a deep sense of demons, he seems to be not crazy, and his mind has not been completely lost. He is just refining his energy and has limited cultivation. No matter how hard he goes crazy, he can't kill anyone..."

"Look at me, let's trap this child first and see what's going on..."

If it really doesn't work, I can only kill the demonic thoughts in the cradle...

Zhenren Situ didn't say this clearly, but everyone knew it well.

Bai Qingcheng's eyes were slightly condensed and he sighed, "It's as what Senior Situ said."

She really had no choice but to use the Taoist heart to plant demons, so she could only find a way to drag it out first.

I hope this child in Mohua will be auspicious, good and bad luck will turn good...

The clear light of the universe of Zhenren Situ was used to light the lamp, so Bai Qingcheng sacrificed the beautiful mountain and river umbrellas and covered the ink paintings to isolate the breath of ink paintings.

It is to prevent the ink painting from going crazy and the demonic thoughts from spreading.

It is also to protect ink painting.

Around the ink painting, Situ Zhenren painted the God-Tenkle Formation in Xuanji Valley, and trapped the ink painting and the demon seeds of the ink painting and the ink Taoist man firmly in the middle to avoid any changes.

"Zisheng, Zixi, you guys go back first..." Bai Qingcheng said softly.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both shook their heads.

They want to stay here and guard their junior brother!

They promised the master to take good care of his junior brother!

Bai Qingcheng had no choice but to stay in front of Mo Hua with his two children.

"Junior brother..."

Bai Zixi looked at Mo Hua's dark pupils, and her heart ached slightly. She pursed her lips tightly, and her face turned pale.

...

The ink painting was held under the umbrella of the beautiful mountains and rivers, quiet, no noise or noise.

The mysterious god-investing array was everywhere, which was isolated from his aura. His pupils were pitch black and his expression was a little dull, as if he was ignorant of everything.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua frowned.

He sensed a great horror.

A powerful, dark, weird, black and gray phantom suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness like misty ink.

Then, a vague and distorted figure gradually emerged.

His face was very strange, hazy, with blurry afterimage.

But his aura was extremely familiar.

You can know ink paintings without looking at them.

This man is his master.

He is also a real... a foolish Taoist!

Or, it is a trace of thought that is close to the origin!

The ink painting is a little nervous, but not panic.

Because the demonic Taoist at this time is still outside the boundary of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Between him and the intrigue Taoist, there is a huge scale, thousands of layers, complex and changeable, and as fine as a cocoon...
To be continued...