The black ink painting’s voice is fierce and fierce.

It was a real ink painting, but his face turned pale and his eyes were panicked.

He seemed to really just want to deceive his "blackened" self, but he didn't expect that things didn't develop as he imagined, and "Black Ink Painting" was really trying to fight him.

Mo Hua turned around and wanted to escape, but they were "from the same origin". This trick naturally could not escape the eyes of "Black Mo Hua". Its eyes were dark, demonic energy surged, and evil swords shuttled back and forth, weaving into a whole Taoist prison, directly suppressing it through the air.

Live the ink painting. The Evil Fetus Shocks the Divine Sword!

"Want to run away? It's too late." Hei Mohua sneered.

Mo Hua used the Jing Shen Sword style to restrain the third-grade divine skeleton, forcing it to fight with him. Now this move was also used by Hei Mo Hua against himself. Mo Hua tried it a few times, but couldn't break free, and finally sighed.

, he could only accept his fate and raise his hands above his head.

Forced by the situation, he had to fight to the death with his blackened "self".

The expression in the ink painting was solemn, and between his hands, the sword formation was formed, the sword shape was concise, the five elements flowed, and merged into one, turning into a sharp spiritual sword. It was the "sword he used to chop off the third-level divine skeleton just now"

"The God-Slaying Sword".

But opposite him, the God-Slaying Sword in the hand of "Black Mo Hua" was exactly the same as his. Not only that, it was even more powerful because of the added evil aura. Mo Hua gritted his teeth and continued to integrate the ancient and mysterious Taixu Sword Intent.

The "Black Ink Painting" sneer is exactly the same, with Taixu sword intention integrated into his hands.

On the blackened "God-Slaying Sword", the murderous intention suddenly surged, the souls of revenge flew, and the power increased to a higher level. The two "God-Slaying Swords" faced each other in the air.

One is black, one is upright, one is strong and one is weak.

Mo Hua was at a disadvantage and looked increasingly nervous.

"Black Ink Painting" stared at the ink painting, admiring the panic, panic and despair on the ink painting's face.

However, it didn't admire it for too long, and the "despair" on Mo Hua's face completely disappeared. It was replaced by a sly smile...

The evil fetus was startled, and its expression gradually changed. A chill surged into its heart, and its pupils gradually widened. "What...are you laughing at?"

Hei Mo Hua's voice was uneasy for no reason.

"Actually," Mo Hua lost his previous embarrassment and the smile on his face became brighter, "Like you, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time... "You don't dare to come out when the Taoist monument is there."

"Only when I fight with a powerful enemy until the fuel is exhausted can you risk everything and fight me desperately."

"So what?" Black Ink Painting lost its voice, and it didn't even notice it. There was a tremor in its tone, "I am you, you are me. I know you well. At this point, what else can you have?

Can this trick kill me?"

After the black ink painting finished speaking, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Then it watched helplessly as the temperament of the ink painting gradually changed.

"This sword was specially reserved for you. I wouldn't even want to use it to chop others... A cold, dead, and empty aura filled the air.

At the same time, Mo Hua looked solemn and began to use the real and final "God-Zlaying Sword". He first cut off his ego and his passion.

His face became cold, heartless, nihilistic, and ethereal, as if there were no longer human joys and sorrows, but only the ruthlessness of heaven and man.

Taishang Zhanqing said.

This way was integrated into the way of swordsmanship, and the God-Slaying Sword in Mo Hua's hand also expanded further. On top of the original simple and majestic Taixu swordsmanship, it was integrated into the deep and void black color like the stars in the sky. The two were intertwined to form a sword.

, the luster flows, but is as dark as chaos, the real "god-slaying giant sword".

This "god-killing giant sword" is several times larger than the ink painting itself. When it is raised, it looks like a sword holding up the sky, with black and white intertwined and gold wrapped around the body. The ink painting with the human body seems to be like a sword for a moment.

Gods and demons in heaven.

"Heaven.........Demon Slayer?!"

Hei Mo Hua couldn't believe it, his eyes were horrified, and he screamed in shock: "How could you follow the devil's path?!"

"Why can you even learn the Demon Slash? What the hell are you?!"

The ink painting holding the giant sword of the devil in his hand is like a ruthless god and demon, indifferent to this blackened evil fetus hatched from his soul. The sword of Taixu is meant to kill the ego.

The Supreme Being's Way of Killing Love is to kill evil desires.

Today, he wants to kill off this "evil self", achieve the path of killing love, and build a real, unparalleled sword that can kill gods! He is regarded by Mo Hua as the "evil fetus" of the Taoist dog and the sacrifice of the sword, and a fierce feeling suddenly arises in his heart.

warning signs of life and death.

"This damn little beast, he even deceived 'me', even plotted against 'me', everything was set up by him." "He had everything figured out..."

"What a monster with a nearly demonic mind!" "No, we can't let him kill him...

"Black Ink Painting" gritted his teeth fiercely, poured all his evil power into the blackened God-Slaying Sword, and then struck preemptively, slashing down suddenly. "Kill him, and I will be 'Ink Painting'!"

But by now, it's too late.

Ink Painting's "God-Slaying Giant Sword", which was based on its own sword formation, incorporated Taixu Sword Intent, and implemented the Demon's Love-Slaying Way, has been activated. Black Ink Painting's sword was cut down first.

But the giant sword drawn in ink came later.

For a moment, it was as if the heaven and the earth were falling, the mountains and rivers were collapsing, the majestic sword intention, the surging sword energy, and the complex and unspeakable ancient sword ways and the love of heaven and demons were completely integrated into one, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, pouring down.

With just one sword, everything can be destroyed.

The blackened God-Slaying Sword of "Black Ink Painting" was instantly cut off by Mo Hua's larger God-Slaying Sword, shattered inch by inch, and turned into spiritual powder. Then the sword light was like a river bursting its embankment, continuing to rush downward, vast and endless.

The unparalleled sword energy slashed at the black ink-painted body.

"Black Ink Painting"'s pupils were wide open and its face was full of shock. It wanted to resist and struggle, but it was like a mantis using its arms as a cart, unable to do anything. In the end, it could only be swallowed up by the sword energy, and was completely annihilated in the Taixu Divine Sword, which was like a torrent of sword light.

Among..

Use the formation to transform the sword, integrate Taixu swordsmanship, realize the demon to slay the emotions, kill the evil self, and create the real God-destroying sword style! This sword is cut out, and so far, the final sword style of Taixu's divine mind is transformed into the sword style·God-killing sword style.

The sword is finally completed!

Mo Hua holds the huge God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and feels that man, sword, and Tao are one, and there is nothing in this world that cannot be cut! People can be cut, feelings can be cut, and desires can be cut.

You can slay ghosts, demons, and demons. You can also slay gods! The moment when you achieve the god-slaying swordsmanship.

Taixumen, Sword Tomb on the back mountain.

The broken swords buzzed one after another, and the sword intention of the dead sword cultivator turned into white smoke, curled up, and merged with the clouds and mist in the mountains. The Dugu Ancestor, who was closing his eyes to rest and self-proclaimed his inner demon, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression shocked.

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Another strange phenomenon appeared in Sword Tomb.

The broken sword screamed at the lonely grave, and the sword energy turned into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it was more obvious and the momentum was even greater. This was a sign of Taixu Sect and the resurgence of swordsmanship.

Before, Ancestor Dugu might have been gratified and happy, but now, he was shocked, but mixed with uneasiness and fear. Others might not be able to see or hear, but he could.

He clearly saw that not only white smoke was produced in the sword tomb, but also the illusory and strange Nine Heavenly Demonic Shadows that ordinary people could not see. At this moment, the demons were dancing wildly, and the demonic sounds were filling his ears.

These demons are celebrating, rejoicing, and making horrifying, ugly, and captivating screams. Some people have learned their ways.

Someone has become a bridge of communication, becoming their "anchor" in this world, and becoming another devil's child in the world of demons. The innocent appearance painted in ink floats in the mind of Patriarch Dugu.

Ancestor Dugu seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, his back was pale and desolate. "What a good child..."

"It's already too late, there's no turning back..."

"Blessings come with disasters. After all, it was me who was wrong..." In the sea of ​​consciousness.

The aftermath of the God-Slaying Sword dissipated.

Mo Hua frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Black Ink Painting" was beheaded, its spiritual thoughts were shattered, and its origin was cut off, but it was not dead. It seemed that its origin had extraordinary vitality.

But after being killed, the evil fetus had lost its human form, leaving only a mass of black mist, beating like a heart, like a real "embryo". It was still trying to repair its injuries.

However, the sword intention of Taixu has a long heritage, and the sword intention was too sharp, causing deep injuries.

And the Supreme Being cut off the emotions, cut off the desire to cut me, and cut off the will of the spirit. The evil fetus that was cut off had a desire to die. It clearly wanted to live, but it had no desire to "survive". Because of the desire to live,

Beheaded.

The evil fetus is squirming, constantly repairing wounds that cannot be repaired at all. Even the two thoughts of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" are still intertwined and fighting. Mo Hua does not want to delay time any longer.

He is truly "out of steam" now.

No matter how strong, cautious, and thoughtful he is, he has reached his limit after killing a third-grade divine skeleton and an evil fetus in succession. Mo Hua sighed helplessly, "I have to kill another third-grade divine skeleton, and I have to kill the evil fetus again."

Fetuses must be killed continuously..."

"I don't know whose foundation-building monk is going to suffer such a crime?" At my age, the pressure on him is too great. But fortunately, he was killed.

Mo Hua used the last bit of his spiritual thoughts to manifest the Shinto formation and turned it into a chain of spiritual thoughts, completely sealing the "evil fetus" in it. The evil fetus at the end of its life was completely incapable of resisting.

Mo Hua meditated on the spot and waited for a while. When it was midnight, the Dao stele appeared, and then he carried the evil fetus and walked in front of the Dao stele. On the Dao stele, the Tribulation Thunder was bright red and dazzling, like a torture knife tempered with heavenly fire.

Sensing the breath of death above the tribulation thunder, the evil fetus, which was originally dying and looking like "evil thoughts sarcoma", suddenly struggled in fear and screamed: "Little devil, evil barrier, how dare you..."

"I've said it before, I dare!" Mo Hua said. The evil fetus struggled for a moment and suddenly fell silent.

Mo Hua paused for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going to beg for mercy?"

The evil fetus's voice became shriller and more childish, revealing a strange and indifferent tone, "Kill me."

Its flesh trembled, and it opened a crack, like a big terrifying eye, staring at the ink painting, as if it wanted to remember the appearance of the ink painting in its heart forever. "Kill me, and I will merge with you."
To be continued...