The leader in black was shot through the chest and slowly fell to his knees.

Mo Hua casually threw two more fireballs, which exploded on the black-clothed leader. He checked the "corpse" to confirm that he really couldn't move.

Then he used his spiritual consciousness to peek into the black-clothed leader's vitality and confirmed that his body's spiritual power was sluggish and his breath was cut off. He was really dead, and then he felt relieved.

"It's too troublesome..."

Mo Hua let out a long sigh.

It's really tiring to kill a demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building by yourself.

To plot, to ambush.

To deceive, to sneak attack.

Both formations and forbidden techniques must be used.

Only then can he be barely killed.

During this period, I was still walking on thin ice and couldn't make any mistakes. Otherwise, with my small body, if I made a mistake and was caught by the bad guy in black, I would be in grave danger.

It’s so difficult…

But fortunately, it was finally slaughtered.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief again.

The valley is closed, desolate, secluded and uninhabited.

Mo Hua specially chose the burial place for the black-clothed leader, so that no one would notice it.

Now that the leader in black is dead, Mo Hua is about to search his body to see if there are any clues or other good things.

But as soon as he took a closer look, the ink painting couldn't help but be startled, and his expression changed slightly.

This black-clothed leader was obviously dead, but unlike other human traffickers, he was not corroded by demonic energy, his flesh and blood corrupted, and turned into a puddle of black water.

His physical body is still intact.

Mo Hua sensed something was wrong and took two steps back warily.

But in an instant, a fishy wind suddenly rose.

Mo Hua felt that something was suddenly approaching him, but there was nothing in front of him.

Mo Hua frowned, and then his eyes were deep, the texture was floating, and he used heaven's calculations to peer into the truth in the void around him.

The moment Tianji opened his eyes, Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

In front of him, at some point, an evil eye suddenly appeared.

This evil eye was pressed tightly in front of him, and the distance was only a millimeter.

The ink painting can clearly see the raised bloodshot eyes, the bloody eye sockets, the entangled light red tentacles, as well as the cruelty, indifference and other "inhuman" emotions contained in the evil eyes' pupils...

Mo Hua was startled by this "ugly eye", looked panicked, and quickly backed away.

But this evil eye is faster than him.

In an instant, the tentacles on the evil eyes spread out like sinful threads, densely packed, all adsorbed on Mo Hua's body, clinging to him.

At the same time, the deformed evil eyes were desperately boring into Mo Hua's fair and tender forehead.

It has to do this.

The original host died and lost its vitality. It had to find a new host to parasitize in living flesh and blood.

And in this desolate, enclosed valley, the only "living" person is Mo Hua.

It has no choice.

Although there is confusion, incomprehension, anger, fear, and an unknown "fear" about the ink paintings in its heart.

But in the face of the annihilation of gods and Tao, it has no choice but to use ink paintings as its new flesh and blood.

Mo Hua also seemed to be controlled by the tentacles of the evil eye, losing resistance and allowing the bloody evil thoughts to erode.

Evil Eye's plan gradually succeeded.

The tentacles of flesh and blood turned into evil thoughts tightly bound Mo Hua's body.

Above the evil eye, the bloody flesh began to fade away, turning into a pale golden, leering and majestic eye. Little by little, it penetrated into Mo Hua's forehead, broke through the sea of ​​consciousness, and entered into Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness.

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The sea of ​​consciousness in ink painting is more tenacious than expected.

Therefore, it took a long time to break into the sea of ​​consciousness.

After entering the Sea of ​​Ink Painting Consciousness, the pale golden evil eyes began to twist and regroup with flesh and blood.

The scarlet blood was sucked in, gathered on the evil eyes, and gradually solidified, incubating all kinds of rotten flesh and blood, condensing into grotesque flesh and blood remains, and finally pieced together into a huge, deformed flesh demon.

On the head of the demon, there are ferocious horns.

There is a pale golden eye on the forehead.

The golden evil eyes flashed, and the huge demon's flesh and blood body trembled. Then he opened two bloody demon eyes, looking down at the sea of ​​human consciousness in front of him.

Although it has a long lifespan, is extremely noble, has parasitized many "slaves", and tasted countless "sacrifice", it is still amazed by the sea of ​​consciousness in front of it.

Such pure consciousness!

And it's so rich and abundant.

With such perfect spiritual consciousness, this human brat would be a waste of natural resources if used as a "sacrifice".

If it weren't for him, his bloodline would be too inferior, and he could even be used as a container for the "divine fetus".

only……

The goat-horned demon's eyes darkened slightly, feeling puzzled.

"Why...do I feel jealous, even afraid?"

"Why do I have the murderous intention as if facing a life-or-death enemy?"

"Just a mere human being, a humble dog on the path of gods..."

"Why do I feel intimidated?"

"What am I afraid of?"

The goat-horned demon's bloody eyes scanned the surroundings, but found nothing suspicious.

The golden evil eyes on its forehead glowed with a majestic pale golden light, but there was nothing unusual under the golden light.

The ram-horned demon felt a little strange.

But after thinking about it, this seems normal.

No matter how advanced their cultivation is or how respected their status, monks are still just human beings in the final analysis.

Strip away the worldly fame and fortune, as well as the outer skin, and the inner spiritual thoughts of the world will be either vulgar, filthy and depraved, or shallow and weak.

The outside is gold and jade, but the inside is ruined.

The cultivation level is strong, but the mind is weak.

Such monks abound.

What's more, this kid is only in the early stages of foundation building.

It is estimated that it is because he is young and has not been tainted by the desires of the world that he has such pure spiritual consciousness.

What more can be expected from him?

The goat-horned demon has greedy eyes and a sinister smile on its lips.

"Eat him!"

No matter what the conspiracy, danger lurks.

As long as you eat it, you'll be fine.

Human beings are the bait of the great road. They are the humble dogs of the gods. They are born to be despicable.

It is also an honor for him to be eaten by himself.

Eat the spiritual consciousness and use this sea of ​​consciousness as a hotbed.

This kid is much better than those "foolishly loyal" fools.

The goat-horned demon opened its bloody mouth and began to suck in the pure divine consciousness that was filled in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as the divine consciousness entered, it opened its eyes wide.

These spiritual consciousnesses are so delicious!

It’s even delicious, unlike human consciousness!

The ram-horned demon was shocked, then his eyes became greedy, and he began to take big mouthfuls, sucking in more divine consciousness.

The sweet consciousness makes it happy both physically and mentally.
To be continued...