This law is embodied as a crack in the void that is pitch black and contains gold.

Once Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness increases, it will "confiscate" these increased spiritual consciousness to inhibit the enhancement of his spiritual consciousness.

Limit his consciousness within certain limits and prevent him from breaking through certain limits...

Mo Hua was dumbfounded.

What's the meaning?

Now, is he a "loophole" in the way of heaven?

So Tiandao temporarily added rules to fix this "loophole" of its own?

Not so much...

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

As a small foundation-building monk, I wouldn't be "targeted" like this...

This seems to be the second time.

Mo Hua remembered that when he first broke through the foundation building, his spiritual consciousness soared rapidly, but later it seemed that he exceeded the limit and was reversely suppressed by some kind of heavenly law.

Coupled with the mysterious formation of Tianyan Jue, the spiritual consciousness was reconstructed, and the change from "quantitative" was forced to be suppressed into "qualitative" change.

The result is like this again...

At the last moment, I saw that I had eighteen lines, and as a result, I was temporarily restricted by rules.

Mo Hua couldn't help but curled his lips and cursed:

"Tiandao is so stingy..."

After slandering, Mo Hua sighed again.

The "composition" of his current consciousness sea has become very complicated.

The sea of ​​consciousness belongs to oneself and has its own incarnation of spiritual thoughts.

In addition, there are mysterious Tao monuments, catastrophic thunder patterns, and now there is another inexplicable law of heaven.

Especially this law of heaven...

Mo Hua's head hurts a little.

He took some demonic telepathy, consumed his spiritual consciousness, and tried the manifestation formation. After trying it several times, he probably understood the usefulness of this law.

This law is used to control spiritual consciousness.

Your own consciousness can be used normally, consumed normally, and restored normally, but it cannot "grow" any more.

Once it grows, it will be "deducted" by this void crack-like law.

The ink painting is a bit worrying.

It doesn't matter if you deduct some spiritual consciousness, but when will it be deducted?

You won't be deducted for life...

Or should I say that once my cultivation has caught up and my realm and consciousness are balanced, or roughly balanced - at least not so outrageous, this law will disappear on its own?

Or, when enough spiritual consciousness is deducted to reach a certain limit, it will disappear?

The avenue is cold and the law is silent. No one can tell Mo Hua the answer.

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

"Let's do this first..."

A person should be content and happy.

Seventeen lines, let’s just say seventeen lines.

Moreover, my spiritual consciousness should be at the peak of the seventeenth line, and it is only a hair away from the eighteenth line...

This spiritual consciousness is "barely" enough in my own realm.

As for what happens next.

Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that it didn't matter no matter how long this rule had to be "withheld".

Because there is nothing you can do about it...

Who can say accurately about the laws of the Great Dao?

In this case, just follow the steps step by step, practice steadily, and hone your spiritual consciousness as always.

Once your cultivation level is high, or your spiritual consciousness is supplemented, sooner or later you will be able to lift the restrictions of this law.

Mo Hua stared at the Dao Law that looked like a crack in the void in the sea of ​​​​consciousness again, and suddenly felt a little confused.

"The law...what exactly is it?"

"Why does the law manifest like this?"

"In the darkness, there is gold, like a crack in the void... Why can it swallow spiritual consciousness?"

"The void, the cracks... are they related to the rules of the 'Dongxu Realm'?"

The ink painting suddenly felt profound.

He decided to study this "law" when he had time in the future to see if he could figure out some methods and learn something.

Since this "uninvited guest" has come to the sea of ​​​​consciousness out of thin air, we must find a way to gather some wool, otherwise it would be too wasteful.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's mood instantly improved.

The law of the great road!

He hasn't seen it yet.

In other words, this is not something that foundation-building monks, or even ordinary monks, can touch.

Now a clear and clear law of the great road has been embodied and left in the sea of ​​​​one's consciousness, continuously holding on to one's spiritual consciousness.

Although his spiritual consciousness was deducted, limiting the growth of his spiritual consciousness, it also gave him an opportunity to see with his own eyes the manifestation and operation of the laws of the great avenue.

In everything, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and pros and cons coexist.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling refreshed.

But he didn't have time to study it yet, he had to "eat" the demon first.

There is still a lot of the demon "takeout" he ordered on the altar and cannot be wasted.

Mo Hua continues to "eat" the demon's mind power.

But this time what he ate was a bit "bland".

Because these evil thoughts could not be "eaten" into his stomach, they were all taken away by the law of heaven.

Mo Hua felt a little aggrieved, but adhering to the spirit of not wasting it, he still ate up these evil thoughts.

After eating, Mo Hua could clearly feel that the restrictions of the laws of heaven in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have relaxed a bit.

It also "eats" a little full.

"really……"

Mo Hua sighed, and made up his mind to gather more of Tiandao's wool in the future to vent his hatred of "stealing food".

Your own "snacks" are not so easy to grab!

Mo Hua hummed softly, then calmed down and began to review the formation patterns on the Taoist monument.

He needs to prepare.

In the next few days, he will officially start to learn the formation of the Seventeen Patterns!

…

Taixumen, the forbidden area in the back mountain.

A crack in the void appeared out of thin air.

Mr. Xun, a man with white hair, walked out of the void.

In the Elder's Residence, he abandoned foreign objects and concentrated on calculating cause and effect, but just now, he suddenly felt a powerful sword intention floating around, and he couldn't help but notice it.

But just halfway through the calculation, the compass couldn't stop.

Mr. Xun could only be patient and after deriving the compass, he immediately came over to check the situation.

In the sword tomb, an old man with a long beard sat there blankly.

Mr. Xun didn't know what happened. He looked around and said solemnly:

"Senior brother, are you using your sword again?"

The long-bearded old man touched the broken sword in his hand and shook his head slightly absentmindedly.

"Half way out..."

Mr. Xun frowned.
To be continued...