Mo Huayan said succinctly: "This is a dream, or more precisely, a nightmare. There is a powerful evil thing sealed in the lonely mountain. This evil thing woke up, so it dragged us all into this nightmare."

Master Gu nodded in understanding.

"What about us now?"

"Let's find Elder Xun first," Mo Hua said.

"Okay." Master Gu and Fan Diansi both nodded.

They have gradually become accustomed to only ink painting.

On the outside, although Mo Hua is very capable, at least on the outside it is not obvious.

But in this dream, the ink painting seemed to have become smaller, but the whole body revealed an incredible and powerful aura, which made Master Gu and Master Gu convinced.

So, Mo Hua took Master Gu and the two of them and continued walking deeper into the temple.

He could faintly sense another wave of fluctuation in the temple. After walking like this for a while, he found Elder Xun Ziyou not far away.

Elder Xun Ziyou's situation is not good either.

What he faced was a huge ghost with deformed limbs, entangled with resentment, and a ferocious appearance.

Such fierce ghosts are simply not something ordinary golden elixirs can deal with.

Xun Ziyou was born in the Taixu Sect and was an elder of swordsmanship. He was proficient in sword intent. Although he did not learn the orthodox Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art, he was still able to compete with these third-grade ghosts by virtue of the pure Taixu Sword Intent that was inherited from the same line.

Compete.

But he was clearly at a disadvantage, and the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

The third-level demons bared their teeth and claws, becoming more and more rampant and rampant.

Xun Ziyou gritted his teeth and persisted, but he couldn't hold on for long.

At this moment, Mo Hua and others came over.

Xun Ziyou also saw Mo Hua and the others for the first time. His heart trembled immediately and he said nervously:

"Don't come here, run!"

He was afraid that if he was no match and died in the hands of this evil spirit, Mo Hua and the others would also be doomed.

At this moment, he could only think of a way to hold off this evil spirit and give Mo Hua and the others a chance to escape.

But after Xun Ziyou said this, Mo Hua and the others had not yet moved, but the fierce ghost trembled all over and fell to the ground on all fours.

With his tail between his legs, he ran away as hard as he could in the distance.

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a while, not understanding the situation.

He told Mo Hua and the others to run quickly.

But this fierce ghost - why is it running away? It's like seeing a "ghost" -·

Mo Hua had already walked over and asked, "Elder Xun, are you okay?"

After a hard battle, Xun Ziyou finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay."

No matter what the reason is, just run away.

He had vaguely guessed that he might have fallen into a dream. Since it was a dream, it was always a little upside down.

Fortunately, it finally left.

This is a third-grade golden elixir realm ferocious ghost. If it doesn't leave, the next situation may be unpredictable.

Xun Ziyou then turned his head and stared at the ink painting, looking left and right. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that it was novel.

I felt weird and cute, so I couldn't help but ask:

"Why have you become smaller?

Mo Hua sighed and said helplessly: "This is how it is in dreams."

"How could this happen in the dream?" Xun Ziyou was a little confused.

Mo Hua originally wanted to give a random reason, but he soon realized that Elder Xun was not an ordinary person. He was an elder of Taixu Sect and an old acquaintance. If the news about his inability to grow up with his spiritual mind was reported back to Taixu Sect, he would

Then you will lose a lot of face.

"This is a kind of cultivation of mind." Mo Hua said seriously.

"Cultivation of xinxing?" Xun Ziyou frowned.

Mo Hua nodded and said seriously: "A cultivator never loses his innocent heart. That's why my spiritual thoughts are like this."

"A cultivator should not lose his--the heart of a pure child."

He took a deep look at Mo Hua and nodded.

Mo Hua felt that Elder Xun's reaction was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it for a moment.

After all, we are now in the temple of evil fetus, so it is not advisable to stay for a long time.

"Since this is a dream, how can we wake up?" Fan Jin asked.

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, but he had no clue. Although he was an elder of Taixu Sect, he focused on the art of swordsmanship, and he didn't know much about the various changes in spiritual thoughts.

This is what Xun Zixian is interested in.

Xun Ziyou couldn't help but turn his head and look at the ink painting.

He knows that in terms of spiritual thoughts, ink painting has good attainments and a knowledge that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said truthfully:

"The root of the nightmare lies deep in this temple. If we don't solve the root cause, everyone will only be trapped in this nightmare.

I'll never wake up."

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, frowned and said:

"In that case--then let's go to the depths of this temple. Other than that, there seems to be no other way."

But his eyebrows were still very solemn.

The evil ghosts outside are so difficult to deal with, let alone the existence deep in the temple, how terrifying it is. But now, there is no choice.

Xun Zi wanted to set off, but Mo Hua shook his head and said, "You can't go, I'll just go."

Xunzi was enjoying himself.

Master Gu and Fan Jin also looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

Under this situation, Mo Hua did not care about being modest, but said firmly: "If I go in, there is still a chance of survival. If you go in, you will definitely die."

The kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water.

Elder Xun Ziyou has always taken good care of himself.

Master Gu and Fan Diansi also helped me a lot.

He didn't want Elder Xun and the others to die gloriously and die in this dream.

If you can't do anything about it, that's fine. Since you have this power, it's even less likely that the people around you will make mistakes.

Those who deserve to be killed must die;

There is no room for failure in the people you want to save.

If this is not the case, why should we cultivate the Tao and seek the power to reach the heavens?

Mo Hua's eyes are firm, and his small body exudes strong courage.

Xun Ziyou's heart trembled as he looked at the ink paintings. He was silent for a moment, sighed, and agreed:

"Okay, I listen to you."

Master Gu and Fan Jin wanted to say something, but when Elder Xun nodded, they could only swallow their words.

Mo Hua nodded. Time was urgent. He no longer explained anything, but turned around and walked towards the deepest part of the temple alone.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something, turned around, looked at Xunzi and the others, and frowned.

He felt that it was not safe for Elder Xun and the others to stay here, so he concentrated his thoughts and drew some Shinto formations:

"You stay in the formation and don't come out."

Xun Ziyou and the others looked surprised and nodded silently.

Mo Hua then left with peace of mind.

Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua's leaving figure, then lowered his head and looked at the exquisite golden formation on the ground.

He couldn't help but frown.

"What kind of formation is this-"

In the world of dream demons, these formations under the ink canvas are so impregnable that he, the golden elixir elder,

They all feel a little powerless...

Xunzi thought for a moment, his heart suddenly jumped, and he came up with an incredible guess:
To be continued...