Mo Hua felt a little regretful, but still calmed down.

I’ll have to find time to learn more about “deification” in the future.

All fear comes from the unknown.

I know very little about "gods" now, so I am worried.

In the future, I will look for opportunities to inquire more about the origins and details of gods. If I know more, I will definitely have ways to deal with them and reduce the sequelae of "eating" gods.

There is also the Great Wilderness Evil God. I feel that he must be a "stingy guy". Although I only "ate" one of his eyes, he will definitely hold a grudge.

You should act more low-key from now on.

You should also think in advance about what you should do if the Great Wild Evil God finds out about your "stealing".

The ink painting is deep in thought.

Now the eyes of the Great Wild Evil God were obliterated by the Tribulation Thunder, leaving only the marrow, which was eaten up and wiped out by himself.

The Evil God of Desolation should not be blamed on himself.

After all, he is a great evil god and cannot be without restrictions.

I don’t know whether I am “alive” or “sleeping” now.

Even if he were "alive" and there were so many powerful monks in Qianzhou, it was unlikely that he would set his sights on himself, an unknown little foundation-building monk.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling that it made sense.

What's more, he also has a Dao stele, and there is a "Thunder Tribulation" on the Dao stele.

Taoist monuments guard the heart, and thunder pits "people".

As long as the evil god doesn't come in person, I shouldn't be afraid.

The weaker ones can be dealt with by themselves, without even having to take action from the Dao Monument.

At most, after getting rid of it, use Jie Lei to "disinfect" it, and use Taoist Monument to "teppanyaki" it, which is clean and hygienic, and can also help absorption and "digestion".

Mo Hua was completely relieved.

If you have too many lice, you won’t be itchy; if you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry.

Uncle Master has already offended him, so he doesn't care about another evil god.

They are all too powerful. They should not take this "little ant" like me seriously, provided that they keep a low profile...

Mo Hua looked around and found that there were no other evil thoughts or spiritual thoughts left in his sea of ​​consciousness, so he felt at ease and exited the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the remote valley, Mo Hua, who fell on the ground, opened his eyes.

The mountains were gray and it was not yet dawn.

There are signs of fighting all around.

There are fireball techniques, formation techniques, sword energy techniques, and demonic energy techniques.

Not far away, the body of the leader in black was lying there.

But at this time, the corpse had been corrupted by the demonic energy and melted into a pool of filthy black water.

There was no corruption before, it seems to be due to the evil eyes.

Now that the evil eyes are out of the body, he has the same fate as other black-clothed monks.

The demonic energy corrodes the body, and no bones remain.

But the ink painting has already memorized his appearance.

Although he had been blasted by the Lihuo Formation and had some burn marks on his face, his face was sinister, and his voice was gloomy, he looked like a rather young monk, probably only in his twenties.

And he should be a member of a noble family.

It's even possible that he is a disciple of the sect.

It's just that Mo Hua doesn't know who he is.

Mo Hua thought carefully and decided not to tell the story yet.

If the news leaks out, he will become the target of these black-clothed monks who live in the shadows.

The Great Wilderness Evil God may also follow the clues and find him.

To be able to work as human traffickers near the border of Qianxue State, their background must be quite high.

It is also possible that I will be targeted by these powerful forces behind the scenes.

Besides, even if he told it, no one would believe it.

Now the leader in black is also dead, his flesh and blood turned into a pool of black water, his face is beyond recognition, and there is no evidence of his death.

Without evidence, it will be regarded as spreading rumors and slander, which will get you into trouble.

No matter how you think about it, it is totally inappropriate.

Mo Hua shook his head.

It's better to pay attention first, check for clues, and then tell Uncle Gu secretly if you have conclusive evidence.

Before that, the head must not be exposed.

Mo Hua looked through the storage bag carried by the black-clothed leader again, and found that there were only spirit stones and a few standard spirit swords from the street.

There are also a few pills, but at first glance they are evil pills.

Nothing of value.

The ink painting first drew the Lihuo Formation, and then burned the body of the leader in black again.

Then a burial formation was drawn and his body was buried deep under the earth and rocks.

The traces around him were also tampered with by the ink painting, covering up his own traces.

This black-clad leader was completely buried in this remote valley.

Even if someone came to find him, they couldn't find his body.

Even if his body is found, the matter has nothing to do with Mo Hua.

No one believed that he, a young disciple in the early stage of foundation establishment, could single-handedly kill a vicious demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

The ink painting was properly processed and felt that everything was safe, so he nodded.

He silently thanked Uncle Zhang Lan in his heart.

"It's all thanks to Uncle Zhang Lan's guidance back then that I gained experience in killing people and burying corpses without leaving any flaws or trouble!"

After that, Mo Hua rushed back and met Cheng Mo and the others.

He deliberately took a long detour, changed the direction, and then adjusted his mentality, imagining a scenario in which he was chased by a leader in black, was very panicked, and finally escaped, and then rushed back.

Before he even got close to the abandoned weapon refining shop, his consciousness spotted Cheng Mo and the others.

They scattered in all directions, looking anxious and shouting "Mo Hua"'s name.

At that time, they were shrouded in the bloody light of the evil eyes. Although they could not move, they still vaguely knew that Mo Hua had lured away the vicious leader in black.

People like me were lucky enough to survive.

So after the people from Daotingsi arrived, the two groups dispersed together, like casting a net, to look for ink paintings in the mountains.

They were worried that Mo Hua had been poisoned by the leader in black. They were worried and guilty at the same time, so they all called Mo Hua's name desperately.

Mo Hua felt a little moved and waved to them from a distance.

"I'm back!"

Cheng Mo and others were overjoyed, especially Cheng Mo, who was such a big man and his eyes were a little red.

"Mo Hua, are you okay?"

"You're not hurt?"

"Where's the man in black?"

Several people asked eagerly in one sentence.

"I'm fine." Mo Hua nodded, then showed a "fearful" look:

"That man in black is too scary, I am no match at all..."

"He was chasing me, so I had no choice but to run away, and then I found an opportunity to hide in a big tree..."

"It was too dark and the mountains were complicated. The man in black was careless and didn't notice me."

"After that, he seemed to be afraid of being discovered by Daotingsi, so he left. I hid in a tree to avoid the limelight for a while, and then came back to find you..."

Mo Hua told the story he had made up in advance seriously.

Unpretentious, yet reasonable.

Cheng Mo and others had no doubts, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay..."

"You're so lucky!"
To be continued...