"River Temple..."

Mo Hua looked at the bloody temple in the distance, his eyes slightly condensed.

After the ground killing formation was cleared, the demons that followed continued to come forward one after another. Mo Hua set up some more Genshan trapping formations to block them for a moment, covering everyone away from the dojo and resting temporarily in an empty courtyard.

If you stay away from the dojo, you will also stay away from the demon blood refining formation.

Those deformed demons were nourished by the blood refining formation and could not stray too far from the formation, so they no longer pursued them.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly and he looked at one of the Gu family monks. He saw that his face was pale and his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that his consciousness was exhausted.

Just now, the Gu family monk was approached by a demon and his spiritual consciousness was sucked away.

Although the demon was quickly repelled by Mo Hua, part of his consciousness was still absorbed.

"A demon made of flesh and blood can absorb the spiritual consciousness of monks..."

Mo Hua frowned.

This kind of deformed monster is like a zombie, hard to kill and inexhaustible.

It is simply impossible for people like us to destroy them all.

Although these demons may not be too strong in terms of frontal combat, they can absorb spiritual consciousness, which is very difficult...

No matter how high your cultivation level is, once you fall into a group of demons and are closely entangled by demons who are not afraid of death, and absorb your spiritual consciousness, your spiritual consciousness will soon be exhausted, you will lose consciousness, and you will be unable to resist and become the victim of the demon.

bait.

And in the second-level state boundary, such a number of monsters is also terrifying.

If it were released, it could almost massacre an entire city.

Ordinary foundation-building monks are no match for them.

Without the means of spiritual defense, even if it is a golden elixir, if you are caught off guard, your spiritual consciousness may be sucked dry, and then the demon will "gnaw" you to death.

Even most people, if they don't know the characteristics of demons sucking spiritual consciousness, they may die without knowing how they died.

Mo Hua looked solemn, and then sighed softly.

Fortunately, these monsters cannot stay too far away from the blood refining formation, otherwise the consequences will be really unimaginable...

Mo Hua looked at the dojo in the distance, where the deformed demons and heads were clumping together, and pondered in his heart.

Is this the ‘preaching ground’ of the evil god...

That is the evil god, the real handiwork?

Is this how the evil god's real "preaching" turns out to be? It's so bloody, evil, and inhumane...

What kind of "people" are they who help the evil deeds and preach for evil gods?

Can it still be... counted as a "person"?

The ink painting has a deep gaze and a cold expression.

The undercurrent in Qianzhou is a bit too turbulent...

Mo Hua sighed again, patted the Gu family monk and said, "Please meditate and take a rest. Your consciousness has been lost."

The Gu family monk was startled, but he didn't force himself, but said in confusion:

"I don't know what's going on, but my head suddenly hurts badly..."

Mo Hua thought for a while and told them the truth:

"Those demons will suck people's consciousness."

When everyone heard this, they were shocked in their hearts, but their expressions were a little confused, "Demon? Can you absorb spiritual consciousness?"

Is there such a monster in the world?

Mo Hua is a little helpless.

Most monks who do not cultivate spiritual consciousness really know nothing about the way of spiritual consciousness.

Although Gu An and Gu Quan didn't quite believe it, they also knew that Mo Hua would never lie to them about this kind of thing.

In the vast world of cultivation, there are all kinds of wonders.

However, this was the first time I encountered such a strange thing, so it was not easy to accept it for a while.

Gu An's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked in a low voice: "Little Master Mo, how do you know that...these monsters can absorb spiritual consciousness?"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua thought for a while and then brought out Mr. Xun, the "Taiwan Jinyou":

"I was at Taixu Sect, learning formations from Mr. Xun. Mr. Xun told me these."

Everyone was startled for a moment, and then their expressions suddenly dawned on them.

Mr. Xun...

Although they didn't know who Mr. Xun was, teaching at Taixu Sect and being called "Mr. Xun" meant he must be highly virtuous, knowledgeable and respected.

If you know something about demons and treacherous things, it is only natural for you to warn your disciples.

They looked at the ink painting again.

To be taught by such an old gentleman in person, this young Master Mo must have an extraordinary status.

Either you have great talent, you have an extraordinary background, or you have both.

Everyone looked at Mo Hua with even more respect.

Now it seems that there are many dangers in this fishing village.

The young master with such a noble status actually took action personally and went into danger together with them, the Dao Tingsi executive officers. His courage, strategy, and character were comparable to those of the Changhuai master.

No, it's even better than Changhuai Gongzi.

After all, Young Master Changhuai had graduated from the sect and had reached the late stages of foundation building before he really started to fight on the front lines in person.

Young Master Mo is only in the early stage of foundation building, and it seems that he has not been afraid of danger and can command well in such a dangerous place not long after entering the sect.

No wonder the young master Changhuai would give such an important secret order of the Gu family to such a young master.

The status of ink painting in the hearts of these Gu family monks has been raised to a higher level.

After that, everyone continued to rest where they were.

The monk of the Gu family who had his spiritual consciousness absorbed was meditating on the ground to rest. He didn't know how to meditate, so his spiritual consciousness recovered very slowly, but it was still better than nothing.

There is no other way to do ink painting.

He himself has strong consciousness and recovers quickly, but he can't help others.

The other Gu family monks also took pills and were meditating to heal their injuries.

Just now we had a battle with the demon, and everyone was more or less injured.

The demon's sharp claws contain the aura of the demon, as well as a "toxicity" similar to corpse poison that has been soaked in the smelly blood water for many years.

Although it is not as evil as corpse poison, it is still necessary to eliminate the poison as soon as possible.

Mo Hua sat aside, holding his chin, thinking intently.

Suddenly, Yu Dahe's expression changed dramatically, and his emotions also fluctuated strongly.

Mo Hua noticed something, turned around and saw the two children, Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Shuizi. Their faces were gradually turning pale, their lips were getting dry, and their blood flow was getting slower and slower.

Yu Dahe's eyes were red and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Hua's heart tightened, knowing that time was running out.

Either the River God started to eat the "sacrifice", or the two children's souls have been out of the body for too long, and their flesh and blood began to deteriorate...

Yu Dahe looked at the ink painting humbly.

He wanted to ask Mo Hua to save his child.

But just now I went to the dojo, saw the densely packed demons, and knew that those terrifying demons could also suck spiritual consciousness, so I couldn't open my mouth.

We had no friendship with each other, so how could he have the dignity to beg others to risk his own life in order to save his children?

Mo Hua sighed slightly in his heart.

These two children must be saved if possible.

And I must go to the River Temple.

If you don’t go this time, you may not have the chance next time.

The River Temple is right behind the ashram.

The ink painting is deep in thought.

Since the demons in the dojo are inexhaustible, they can only find a way to break through the encirclement and rush through.

If you rush over...
To be continued...