Mo Hua thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized that this had reached the limit of foundation-building consciousness.

After that, almost all the foundation-building monks could not be stronger in spiritual consciousness than him, a monk who realized the spiritual consciousness.

And he was only in the middle stage of foundation building.

Calculated this way, it is still quite remarkable.

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

Moreover, all the second-grade formations from now on, except for the real second-grade absolute formations that are ranked above the twenty lines, are very easy for him to learn, and there will no longer be any pressure on his spiritual mind.

Mo Hua was satisfied and a little excited.

When he gets excited, he can't sleep - even though he doesn't usually need to sleep.

Mo Hua really wanted to find a few formations to practice with, and see if he would be faster in learning the formations with his peak nineteen-mark spiritual consciousness, and whether he would be stronger when setting up the formations...

I thought about the ink painting for a while, then took out the paper and ink.

He spread the paper on the ground, placed the ink on the table, and then began to draw formations on the ground using his spiritual thoughts as his pen and his spiritual consciousness to control the ink.

This time he wanted to try how fast he could draw the formation with his peak consciousness and all his strength.

Therefore, he poured out his spiritual thoughts without reservation.

But what he didn't know was that the outpouring of spiritual thoughts also happened to touch the unknown, unfathomable and powerful Dongxu spiritual consciousness that was secretly wandering in the Taixu Mountains...

In Mo Hua's room, there is no mist formation, so it cannot block the perception.

He had just "eaten" the evil spirits, and the spiritual thoughts he released were still mixed with traces of impurities.

Therefore, the filling was leaked.

In the forbidden area behind the mountain.

The old man with a long beard suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a sharp edge in his eyes.

"Finally, I caught it..."

There is a hint of evil in his spiritual thoughts.

It was obvious that he had used some means to remove his evil skin and tried to disguise himself as a serious monk in order to get through.

But the "vest" hasn't been taken off yet, so the flaw is exposed.

"You...can't run away!"

The skinny palm of the bearded old man suddenly swiped and grabbed into the void.

At this time, the disciple was in the middle.

Mo Hua, who still knew nothing about it, was still concentrating on drawing his formation.

But as he continued to draw, suddenly something unexpected happened.

A terrifying wave came.

A dark, mottled space crack opened in the void in front of him for no reason.

The people in Mo Hua were stunned, and their brains shut down for a moment.

Before he could react, a big skinny hand stretched out from the crack in the void, grabbed Mo Hua, and pulled him in.

Then, the cracks in the void slowly closed.

The disciple was inside, and there was no sign of ink painting anymore, only his half-painted formation that was not finished yet was left...

…

The forbidden area behind the mountain. A crack in the void flashed, and a figure emerged.

The old man with a long beard broke through the void and scooped it up. He didn't know what he had picked up, so he just pulled it in front of him.

"I want to see who the evil spirit is..."

The bearded old man snorted coldly, and then his voice suddenly stopped.

He was obviously stunned.

Only then did he realize that he had thought it was an evil heretic and a strange person, so he shattered the void and grabbed it.

As a result, after this arrest, the "thing" that came over was a young disciple with a handsome appearance and clear eyes... a young disciple?

Moreover, judging from his dress, he is actually a disciple of his Taixu Sect?

Mo Hua, who knew nothing about the situation, couldn't help but blink and felt a little confused when he was being carried by the old man.

The old man and the young man looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere was a bit silent for a while.

After a while, the old man spoke slowly and asked in a hoarse and low voice:

"You...are a member of the Taixu Sect?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses for a moment, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he realized that he didn't know where he was. It was dark all around, with dead graves everywhere, and the moonlight was cold, desolate and depressing.

The old man in front of him seemed to be locked by formations and chains. Although his identity and realm were unknown, he looked very scary at first sight.

Based on the intuitive perception, it is the kind of terrifying existence that can crush oneself to death with the move of a finger.

Even the intuitive feeling is much stronger than that of the master.

They are much stronger than all the monks he has seen before, including the few demonic immortals who died in the hands of his uncle, and the Xia Supervisor who came from the Dao Ting to become immortals.

Ancestor Dongxu?!

Mo Hua immediately became honest, nodded and said:

"Yes."

The bearded old man frowned slightly, "What were you... doing just now?"

When Mo Hua heard this, his heart tightened.

What happened? Got caught?

What he did was discovered by this old-timer?

So, could this old man be the ancestor of my Taixu Sect?

Did he notice something unusual and arrest him?

Mo Hua was nervous, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was nervous because his "stealing" incident might have been discovered.

He breathed a sigh of relief because since this old man was the ancestor of the Taixu Sect, he shouldn't kill him if he disagreed.

Moreover, if what I expected is true, Mr. Xun is also a figure of the ancestors.

This old man with a long beard may have known Mr. Xun, so he shouldn't embarrass himself.

If it really doesn't work, I will bring out Mr. Xun's name. Maybe this old man will let me go.

Seeing that the bearded old man looked unhappy, Mo Hua respectfully said:

"Returning to the old man, I have a young brother who often has nightmares. There are demons in his dreams and he can't sleep. So I borrowed a big white dog from the manager to watch the door for my brother."

"I just finished watching tonight and returned to the room. I thought it was still early to practice some formations. For some reason, you... suddenly caught me here..."

Mo Hua told some "truths" selectively.

The old man frowned and after thinking for a moment, asked: "What is your brother's name?"

"Shangguanyu." Mo Hua said.

"Shangguan?" The old man was a little surprised, "Are you from the Shangguan family?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I'm not, my surname is Mo."

The old man's eyes were slightly cold, "Your surname is Mo, and your brother's surname is Shangguan?"

Mo Hua explained: "I'm not a biological brother. I met him by chance. I saved him and he called me brother."

A life-saving grace?

The old man nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Your surname is Mo... which Mo family are you? There is no family named Mo near the border of Qianxue Prefecture. Are you from Kunzhou or Kanzhou..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "I was born in Lizhou. I am a casual cultivator and do not have aristocratic family."

"It's actually a casual cultivator..." The long-bearded old man was startled.

He didn't expect that after so many years, Taixu Sect could still admit a casual cultivator, which was strange.

He is a rogue cultivator who has no clan or power, but because of this, he cannot find his followers.

"You said...you borrowed a dog from the boss?" the old man asked again.

Mo Hua nodded.

"What kind of dog?"

"White, big, with very long hair, with a little bit of golden hair, eyes higher than the top of the head, looking down on people..."

The ink drawing depicts the appearance of a large white dog.
To be continued...