Because the Fu Ya Soul among the Seven Soul Souls was parasitized by evil fetuses, Mo Hua did not dare to be too arrogant, so he only manifested various Five Elements spells and many Bagua formations to kill these demons one by one.

Wave after wave of demons died in his hands, and were instantly refined by him into pure thought power, which he breathed into his mouth.

And because of his overseas knowledge, the big white dog also enjoyed eating it.

The demons who escaped from the gaps guarded by the ink paintings followed the blockade formed by the Shenguan Formation and the Shensuo Formation, and naturally arrived in front of the big white dog.

The big white dog's eyes widened, and a majestic shadow appeared in his eyes, frightening a crowd of demons.

Then, taking advantage of this gap, he immediately pounced forward, biting each of them into pieces, then swallowed them into his belly.

It seemed that it was just biting into the air and did not "eat" actual flesh and blood.

But the big white dog ate very happily.

This kind of demonic mind power is a rare and great tonic for it.

The "two-legged beast" of Mo Hua did not lie to it, it was really a "big meal".

The big white dog is a strange beast, not a monk, and does not have a complicated human heart. In addition, with the blood of a divine beast, it is not afraid of evil thoughts contaminating the Taoist heart. Therefore, the demons it swallows wholeheartedly will be absorbed directly by dividing three by five.

, even some impurities and evil thoughts were not let go.

The night is getting darker, the room is filled with gloomy air, and demons are dancing wildly.

Wenren guards were standing outside the house, sensing the gloomy atmosphere inside, feeling frightened and uneasy.

But he remembered Mo Hua's instructions and could only endure his temper and stay firmly outside the door.

The fierce battle inside the room continues.

Mo Hua stood guard in front, using spells and formations to kill one after another. At the same time, he used battles to make up for the battles and restore the consumed spiritual thoughts.

The big white dog was very excited and ran all over the place, killing the monsters that the ink painting missed.

I don’t know how long I have been killing, but the torrent of demons gradually subsided.

In the end, the Tree of Divine Power began to shrink, the black water embryos withered, and fewer and fewer demons were hatched.

These demons are numerous in number, but individually they are not too strong.

It's really too strong, and the ink painting is pointless.

And those elite monsters such as the Sheep Horn Cultivator and the Sheep-Head Warlord, who were relatively strong before, are already regarded as "miscellaneous fish" in front of the ink paintings of the nineteen-grain realm and the transformation of divine consciousness.

After all, in a sense, he is already comparable to the evil fetus of the Lord of the Wilderness.

If a mere monster cannot be eliminated with one move, then use two moves.

When the last warrior demon was crushed by Mo Hua with his bare hands, refined with a formation, and sucked into his belly, the fierce battle finally came to an end.

Then in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain.

The old man with a long beard was still letting go of his consciousness and searching quietly.

But this time he was worried and searched very slowly.

And because he didn't dare to really release his spiritual consciousness, lest he cause a disturbance, and then his junior brother came to visit him, his perception was very vague.

Coupled with the obstruction of the divine mist array under the ink canvas, the long-bearded old man searched for a long time but still found nothing.

And just now, he discovered that the cause and effect of those raging and raging demons were gradually dissipating.

I don't know if the source of these demonic torrents has been cut off.

These monsters were all wiped out.

But no matter what, once the cause and effect are dispersed, the traces will gradually disappear...

Ancestor Dugu frowned, slightly angry in his heart.

He still didn't give up, and still released his spiritual consciousness, scanning back and forth at Taixu Mountain.

But after searching again and again, there are still no traces...

…

The disciples live in the inner chamber.

As the last demon warrior was killed, the gloomy and cold atmosphere in the room was swept away.

Amidst the curls of smoke, Yu'er was still sleeping peacefully. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, and she began to suck her little hand.

The atmosphere is quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua nodded and walked out of the inner room with the big white dog.

When Wen Renwei saw Mo Hua outside, his eyes lit up and he asked: "Little Master Mo..."

Mo Hua nodded and said, "It's all settled, Yu'er slept well."

Wen Renwei cupped his hands and said sincerely: "Thank you, sir."

"Uncle Wei, you're welcome."

After the ink painting, we exchanged a few words and then went back to the room.

However, he thought about it and left the big white dog behind. "Let this big white dog stay here to guard the door in case there is another accident tonight."

Wen Renwei thanked Mo Hua again, and at the same time sighed in his heart that the young master was really thoughtful and considerate in his actions.

And the big white dog didn’t refuse.

It's full, its belly is bulging, and it needs to be digested.

At this time, it was too lazy to move. Seeing what Mo Hua said, it lay down on the spot, squinted its eyes and began to refine the demon that it had just swallowed.

Mo Hua returned to his house.

Generally speaking, this battle was within his plan. There were no disturbances or accidents.

All the demons were killed, the evil fetus did not move, and Yu'er was fine.

He has also eaten a lot of evil spirits. At this time, he needs to thoroughly refine these evil spirits, cleanse them of evil spirits, and absorb their pure thoughts, so as to further advance his spiritual consciousness.

In a simple and quiet living room.

Hold your breath and concentrate on the ink painting, sit and meditate.

Wisps of thought power were refined.

His spiritual consciousness was strengthening little by little, and the state of his spiritual thoughts also climbed up little by little starting from the nineteen lines.

The sea of ​​consciousness expands, the mind becomes strong, and the perception of everything in the world becomes clearer and clearer.

A large amount of mental power was refined, and Mo Hua's spiritual consciousness grew rapidly at first.

But soon, we encountered a bottleneck.

It was as if his spiritual consciousness had reached the limit of a foundation-building monk, and an almost insurmountable chasm lay in front of him.

This natural chasm is the limit set by heaven for the foundation-building monks.

Opposite the natural moat is Jindan.

The ink painting has swallowed up a large number of demons, and the enhanced spiritual consciousness is like a drop in the bucket in front of this "natural chasm".

The growth rate of his spiritual consciousness also slowed down sharply, until finally, it stopped at the peak of the nineteen lines.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and sighed.

really……

Just like when refining Qi to break through and build a foundation, breaking through to a large realm is extremely difficult and requires a lot of hard work and effort over time.

The amount of spiritual consciousness required for its growth has almost doubled.

It's not the nineteenth line to the twentieth line, it looks like a difference of one line.

And it is roughly equivalent to starting from the first line and then repairing it to the nineteen lines, which is a total difference of nineteen lines.

This shortfall cannot be made up by just eating this big meal.

Although this situation was expected by Mo Hua, he still felt somewhat regretful in his heart.

Mo Hua smacked his lips.

"It would be great if I could eat the golden elixir in one breath..."

Mo Hua thought a little wishfully.

However, the gap between foundation building and golden elixir was even greater. After much deliberation, he didn't know what he should eat to ascend.

Eat a real evil god?

Mo Hua shook his head.

Not to mention evil gods, he can't even afford evil fetuses.

Now there is an evil fetus parasitic in his soul, but he can't do anything about it.

"Forget it, the peak of nineteen lines is just okay. You can't become fat in one breath..."

And the peak of the nineteen lines...
To be continued...