In this way, even if all the mechanisms are exhausted, there seems to be only one way out:

Kill the evil fetus.

By killing the evil fetus in your life soul and refining its marrow, you can further transform your spiritual consciousness, break the bottleneck of Tianyan Art, and reach the later stage of foundation building.

However, Mo Hua has thought about the idea of ​​"killing the evil fetus" many times.

The problem is not whether he wants to kill him or not, but that he has not yet mastered the God-killing Style. With his methods, he cannot kill the evil fetus at all.

He has been practicing the Taixu Divine Sword.

Every day, I would take a sword to my own soul.

Every time a sword is struck, the evil fetus becomes weaker.

But he had been cutting it for so long, and the evil fetus seemed to be getting weaker day by day, but no matter how he cut it, it was still like a dog-skin plaster, sticking tightly to it, and its vitality was extremely tenacious.

Mo Hua was not sure how many times he would have to kill the evil fetus.

He can also speed up his progress and kill more swords every day.

But in this way, the load on the soul will be increased, and "spiritual essence" will be needed to repair it.

This leads to a dead end.

You need divine marrow to repair the Divine Sword and kill the evil fetus.

But only by killing the evil fetus can you get the divine marrow.

Without the divine marrow, the evil fetus cannot be killed, and if the evil fetus cannot be killed, the divine marrow cannot be obtained...

This is almost a "dead knot".

Mo Hua sighed. He spent the next few days thinking about this matter.

But this "dead knot" is not so easy to untie.

…

A few days later, it was another seven-day period.

Mo Hua drew the formations, reviewed his kendo lessons, and then sat in the disciples' quarters, waiting for Patriarch Dugu to come and catch him.

After a moment, a crack in the void flashed.

Mo Hua's eyes were in a trance for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had reached the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, and the mountain was filled with dilapidated sword tombs.

Patriarch Dugu continued as before, teaching Mo Hua swordsmanship, then taking Mo Hua's sword lessons to the school, and finally letting him hold a bamboo sword to chop wood as hard as stone.

The ink painting followed suit as always.

When Mo Hua was chopping wood, Patriarch Dugu frowned slightly and kept looking at him.

After cutting for half an hour, Patriarch Dugu suddenly shook his head and said: "No..."

Mo Hua was startled, turned around and asked: "Ancestor, did I cut it wrong?"

"You were right in cutting," said Patriarch Dugu, "but it was too slow. With your current progress, if you want to achieve success in swordsmanship, you will have the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse."

"And when you become successful in swordsmanship and can learn how to transform your sword with spiritual thoughts, maybe by that time, I will have been beaten to death by you."

Ink painting: "..."

"Ancestor, you are Dongxu, you will definitely live for thousands of years." Mo Hua said.

Ancestor Dugu looked indifferent: "Don't say such nonsense, I can see my own life and death clearly."

"Then..." Mo Hua scratched his head, "I won't practice anymore?"

Ancestor Dugu shook his head, "I've thought about it, you need to practice in a different way."

"Another way?"

"Yeah." Ancestor Dugu's eyes were sharp and he seemed to have an insight into everything. "You are different from others. You have to take a different path, otherwise your pearl will be covered in dust and your talent will be buried."
Chapter completed!