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After Supervisor Xia finished writing, he kept the envelope and put it into a golden sword. With a flick of his finger, the golden sword disappeared inadvertently.

Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, with lingering fear.

"Ancestor sincerely does not deceive me. 'If it can be counted, it will not be counted.' The only difference is that I am probably the one who will be 'polluted'."

No, not just "pollution".

The ancestor of the Xiao family, with his profound cultivation in Dongxu and profound knowledge of heavenly secrets, has ended up like this. It is a disaster, and if it were him, he would probably die on the spot.

Inspector Xia sighed and frowned.

Cultivation is dangerous, and the secrets of heaven are especially terrifying.

I don’t know what kind of terrifying existence this Xiao Tianquan has provoked...

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Inside Taixu Gate.

This "terrible" existence is teaching his junior brothers and sisters how to learn formations in the preaching room.

"You must remember these formation patterns. You should be able to pass them in the sect's assessment..."

"You must remember these formations. You will definitely use them when you go out to do tasks..."

Mo Hua said solemnly.

He taught seriously, and the junior brothers and sisters below also listened carefully.

Under the guidance of Mo Hua, the disciples of Taixu Sect have improved their formations very quickly.

A junior fellow student in the same class, even one or two years younger than them, was able to teach formations on the podium, which invisibly inspired the fighting spirit of these disciples.

At the beginning, all the disciples in the same sect had the ambition of "must surpass the junior senior brother" and followed Mo Hua to learn formations.

Later, I discovered that the more "superior" they were, the greater the gap became, and then they realized the reality clearly.

Their goal has changed from "surpassing the junior senior brother" to "keeping up with the junior senior senior brother".

Then it became "can't lag too far behind my junior senior brother".

In the end, due to circumstances, it all turned into "I can't understand the lessons taught by my little senior brother"...

The status of ink painting in Taixu Sect is also relatively transcendent.

The ancestor was partial, the elders condoned it, and he was quite prestigious among his disciples.

So he went to the Dragon King Temple and "missed class" for a long time. When he came back, he was like a normal person, practicing and attending classes normally, and no one thought anything was wrong.

There are also disciples who are really curious about where the ink paintings have gone and what they have done, and they keep asking questions.

Mo Hua assigned some formation homework, so they didn't have the intention to ask any more questions.

In this way, the sect's life was on the right track.

But in Mo Hua's heart, there was more or less a thorn in the side.

That was the "evil fetus" of the Lord of the Wilderness that melted into his soul.

A few days ago, for some reason, the evil fetus in his soul seemed to be particularly excited, as if he had eaten a good meal out of nowhere...

Mo Hua was startled by this.

He thought that the evil fetus broke through the Shinto formation he had set up and began to devour his soul.

Later, he checked it carefully and found out that it was not there.

This "evil fetus" had no idea what it was eating.

I don’t know which unlucky guy put it into its mouth and fed it.

Although he is not the one who "eats", this also reminds Mo Hua.

Even though this "evil fetus" has been sealed by himself, it still has some unpredictable methods and is slowly getting stronger.

Once one day, it is powerful enough to break through one's own divine formation, it may unknowingly further contaminate one's own divine thoughts, thereby seriously threatening one's own divine soul.

Once the soul is completely contaminated, you will become indistinguishable from it, and you will truly become a "little evil god".

"Trouble..."

"The evil god is really not easy to mess with."

Mo Hua frowned.

But now he has no good way to eradicate this parasite and purify this "pollution".

He didn't dare to tell Mr. Xun.

If old Mr.

He doesn't know what will happen in the future, but at least for now, he can still suppress the evil fetus and prevent it from spreading and breeding.

You are still yourself, not the embryo of an evil god.

But the problem is that he doesn't know what will happen next.

Mo Hua had been thinking about it for a long time, but he didn't have any clue, so he thought to forget it for now and just take it one step at a time.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.

The evil fetus is sealed, so you just have to be careful during this period of time.

The first priority is to eat the "dish" you ordered.

Mo Hua painted a lot of demons on the altar of the Dragon King Temple. There will be a feast next, so it needs to be well prepared.

Before that, Mo Hua specifically went to consult Elder Xun Zixian. He made insinuations and made several inquiries to explore the relationship between the divine soul and divine consciousness. He was sure that devouring pure divine thoughts would not affect the divine soul or cause any changes in the divine soul.

, you can rest assured that it will not encourage the growth of evil fetuses.

But then, there is another problem:

He ordered too many.

So many monsters will invade Yu'er's nightmare.

He could handle it on his own, since it wouldn't be that easy for the demon to hurt him anyway.

But if you are not careful and cannot control the situation, causing the demons to riot, Yu'er will be in danger.

He can deploy Shinto formations, but he feels that simple Shinto formations are not very safe.

It would be best if there was someone who could help him check for leaks and fill in the gaps from a spiritual level, and calm down the situation, so that he could feel completely at ease.

But it's hard to tell others about this kind of thing.

Moreover, not all monks' spiritual consciousness can withstand fighting against demons like his own.

Seeing that the day of "meal delivery" was approaching, Mo Hua was a little troubled.

After class that day, he was thinking about this while walking.

When passing the bookstore facing the water in the north of the disciple's residence, Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and happened to see a big white dog lying on the ground, bored.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

He ran to the big white dog.

The big white dog was very alert. When he sensed someone approaching, his fluffy ears stood up, his aura suddenly became majestic, he stood up slowly, and let out a deep roar.

But halfway through the roar, he discovered that it was Mo Hua. He let out a sleepy "woof" and lay down listlessly.

"Why don't you have any energy?" Mo Hua muttered.

The big white dog lay on the ground, his eyelids slightly raised, and he glanced at Mo Hua resentfully.

Then it drooped its eyelids and continued to rest.

Mo Hua approached it and whispered: "I'll treat you to a big dinner, will you eat it?"

The big white dog's ears twitched, but he still ignored Mo Hua.

She's tired of chicken legs.

And it actually doesn't like chicken legs very much, so it reluctantly eats them just for the sake of Mo Hua.

"Not chicken legs."

Mo Hua understood what Big White Dog meant and whispered, "It's something more delicious..."

The big white dog turned its head and looked at the ink painting with its big eyes, somewhat confused.

Mo Hua thought for a while and didn't know how to explain it. Suddenly he had an idea and took out a bone sword from his storage bag.

"This thing..."

The big white dog was stunned, and then couldn't help but sniff it, smelling a trace of strange smell from the sword.

demon!

The big white dog's eyes suddenly shone, and his saliva couldn't help but drip down.
To be continued...