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Mo Hua heard that the evil fetus was anxious.

The enemy was anxious, which meant that he did the right thing.

The enemy was very anxious, which meant that he did the right thing.

Mo Hua chopped even harder.

The ancient sword intent in the bamboo sword turned into a deep, heavy, virtual and real giant sword, which chopped fiercely on his soul.

It was like being split in half by a sword.

A huge pain came.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, frowned, and endured the tearing pain of "self-soul slashing".

But the evil fetus was in more pain than him.

There were seven souls in Mo Hua's soul.

He only chopped off one soul, which was the Fushi soul that the evil fetus was living in.

The evil fetus was parasitic in Mo Hua's soul, and there was only one soul, so what Mo Hua chopped off was only one-seventh of his own.

But he chopped off all of the evil fetus.

The pain of the evil fetus was at least seven times that of his, and the injury was also seven times that of his.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt that it was not so painful.

"This little lamb dared to jump in my face and disturb my Dao heart. I will teach him a lesson!"

Mo Hua made up his mind and slashed three more times.

These three swords were powerful and heavy, and the evil infant was torn apart and screamed, and then cursed:

"You are a little beast who doesn't care about your life! Do you really want to die?!"

"You cut off your own soul, aren't you afraid of your soul disappearing and your body dying?!"

Mo Hua ignored the evil infant.

He did things in a simple way. Generally, he would not talk if he could do it.

He would speak when the other party couldn't do it.

He would only talk if he couldn't beat others.

But in the current situation, it was obvious that he had the upper hand, "the advantage was on me", so talking was a pure waste of time.

Mo Hua slashed again.

The evil infant screamed in pain, and knowing that Mo Hua was determined, he shrieked: "Don't forget, I am you, and you are me. If you kill me, you will kill yourself."

"Nonsense."

Mo Hua said indifferently, and then slashed again.

The heart-wrenching pain spread to Mo Hua's soul, and at the same time spread to the evil infant seven times.

The evil infant was in great pain, and finally his face was hideous. He used all his strength to forcefully break through the divine seal under Mo Hua's cloth, and showed his head from the Fu Shi Po, wanting to take a breath.

The evil infant showed his head.

At the same time, behind Mo Hua, another head "grew" out of thin air, dark and filthy, ugly and evil.

It was the head of the evil infant.

But the moment the evil infant showed his head, Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

He stretched out his little hand, as fast as lightning, and grabbed behind him, directly grabbing the evil infant's neck. Without saying a word, he pulled the evil infant's neck and ran towards the Dao Monument.

On the Dao Monument, the bright red thunderbolt was shocking.

The evil infant was suddenly strangled by Mo Hua, and immediately felt a chill in his heart, "I was tricked by this little ghost!"

Then it sensed the bright red aura of destruction on the Dao Monument, and was even more horrified.

The evil fetus immediately shed a layer of skin without thinking, and turned into a pool of black water. At the critical moment, it finally merged into Mo Hua's soul.

When Mo Hua put his hand in front of the thunderbolt, the evil infant in his hand had disappeared.

Only some thick black water remained.

It seemed to be shed by the evil infant.

"Shedding skin?"

Mo Hua frowned.

Where did this little lamb learn this trick? Didn't it know this trick before?

Or is this also one of its innate magical powers, which slowly awakened with memory?

Mo Hua felt it was very difficult and a little regretful.

"Almost..."

First, he used the cultivation method of the Sword of God Slashing to cut off his own soul, causing the evil infant unbearable pain and forcing it out of the Fu Shi Po.

Then, while it was furious and not paying attention, he quickly caught it with lightning speed and killed it with thunderbolt, eliminating the trouble forever.

Unfortunately, this evil infant was too smart, and at some point, he learned this strange "skin-shedding" method.

If it reacted a little slower.

Or it wouldn't "shed its skin".

It would be dead this time.

The "duck" in hand flew away, and Mo Hua was very unhappy.

And this time, after the evil infant merged into Mo Hua's soul, it didn't make any sound, and didn't dare to reveal a trace of breath.

Mo Hua said: "Hey, come out."

"Weren't you very arrogant before?"

The evil infant didn't say a word.

"If you don't come out, I'll kill you again." Mo Hua said.

But even so, the evil infant still shrank in the Fu Shi Po, not daring to make any movement.

A good evil fetus was frightened like a frightened bird.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, mobilized the ancient sword intent, and slashed at his soul again.

This sword was very painful, and the evil baby finally couldn't bear it anymore. It said viciously:

"Okay, just slash..."

"Evil thoughts are inherent, immortal, I want to see who is more stubborn, who will die first..."

After that, it was completely dormant.

No matter how Mo Hua slashed it, it didn't make any more noise.

Mo Hua couldn't slash anymore, because it was really painful to slash his own soul.

If the evil baby screamed after being slashed, he would feel better.

But now the evil baby was "pretending to be dead", if he slashed again, he would only feel his own pain.

Mo Hua stopped.

And when he stopped, the cracks in his soul cut by the ancient sword were as painful as a knife.

Mo Hua covered his head, his body trembling with pain.

"It's over. I cut too many..."

It wasn't obvious when I cut them, but after I cut them, the remaining pain began to come back little by little.

The pain was getting worse.

Mo Hua hurriedly mobilized his divine thoughts and used the remaining divine essence to repair the wounds on his soul.

The divine essence slowly seeped into his body, like an omnipotent elixir, repairing the wounds on Mo Hua's soul.

And just at this moment, as if sensing the breath of the divine essence, the evil fetus moved again, and there was a trace of greed.

But in the end, he didn't dare to show his head and grab Mo Hua's divine essence.

"You know what's good for you..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly.

But afterwards, he didn't feel relieved.

This time, he taught this little lamb a lesson, but the final result was somewhat "both sides suffered losses".

Of course, the evil fetus lost more.

Compared with the evil fetus, he was considered a "small defeat".

But this is not a solution...

Although he curbed the arrogance of the evil fetus, his soul was also damaged to a certain extent.

Using a sword to temper the soul and sever the soul by itself, as the old master Dugu said, is indeed an extremely dangerous way of cultivation.

I can't stand it myself, let alone others.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Those Taixu Sect predecessors who did not take the path of spiritual consciousness to prove the Tao, and whose spiritual thoughts had not been transformed, were able to successfully practice the "God-slaying Style" through their own efforts. Their strong talents, strong character, and high understanding are enough to be admired.

It is too difficult to cut off your own soul...

"Then do I have to continue learning this God-slaying Style?"

Mo Hua frowned.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking deeply for a while, and silently confirmed his thoughts.

I still have to persist in learning.

Even if my soul is injured, I have to learn.

If it were normal, it would be fine. He would learn it later, or follow the teachings of the old master Dugu, step by step, and learn the God-slaying Style steadily. Learning it slowly would not have much impact.

But it is different now.

The evil fetus is parasitic in his soul, nourished by his sea of ​​consciousness, and is slowly awakening its magical powers and awakening its memories. From any angle, it is a huge hidden danger.

This hidden danger must be eliminated.

This evil fetus also forced him to learn the God-Slaying Style.

If he doesn't learn it and can't kill this evil fetus, then if something unexpected happens in the future and this evil fetus finds a loophole, he will most likely be completely polluted and become a puppet of the Great Wilderness Evil God.

So the God-Slaying Sword must be learned!

His opponent is the evil fetus, and even the evil god in the future.

Although the Dao Monument and the Tribulation Thunder are both in his sea of ​​consciousness, they are all "external objects" after all.

And the "God-Slaying Sword" is the only one that he can actively control and can counter or even kill the evil god.

His life must be in his own hands.

Mo Hua's eyes are firm.

The only problem now is the injury left after the soul was cut off.

The divine essence can repair the injuries of the soul, but after several soul injuries, Mo Hua has little divine essence left.

With less divine essence, Mo Hua's current divine consciousness is a little weaker to a certain extent.

The divine consciousness incarnation is far less golden than before.

"This is a problem..."

At present, he has no means to replenish the divine essence. In addition, he is controlled by the evil fetus and has to spend a lot of time learning formations and swordsmanship. It is even more impossible to find an altar everywhere.

Mo Hua frowned.

At this time, he found that his hands were dirty and sticky. He looked down and found that his palms were stained with black mucus.

It seems that the evil fetus just forced itself to escape and shed blood skin.

These black waters are too dirty, and Mo Hua is a little disgusted.

After a moment, he was startled, his eyes lit up slightly, and threw these dirty "blood skins" on the Taoist monument, killing them with thunder.

A slight, demon-like wailing sounded.

After that, the black gas evaporated, the evil thoughts were cleansed, and the originally filthy blood skin flowed out pure golden marrow fluid.

Moreover, this golden color was deeper and purer than all the divine essences he had obtained before, and it also had a hint of crystal.

Mo Hua wiped the divine essence with his fingers, put it in his mouth and licked it, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Too pure!"

Unfortunately, the amount was too small, and he sucked it a few times and it was gone.

Mo Hua was still unsatisfied, but he also suddenly realized:

"I almost forgot that the evil fetus is the embryo of the Great Wilderness Evil God, so it must have a very rich divine essence..."

The evil fetus parasitized in his soul.

In other words, it was a "divine essence treasure house" hidden in his soul.

However, the divine essence in this treasure house had to be taken by himself...

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled immediately.

This sword that kills the gods must be learned!

Kill the evil fetus, and you will have something good to eat!

But how to kill it?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and gradually had an idea in his mind.

To a certain extent, the sword of beheading the gods is also "self-mutilation", so you can't rush it, just cut one sword a day to avoid too much burden on the soul and too serious injuries.

Only cut this sword a day.

Use this sword of "tempering the soul with the sword and cutting the soul by yourself" to understand the meaning of the sword of beheading the gods and practice the sword of beheading the gods.

Over time, water drips through the stone.

Sooner or later, one day, I can completely kill this evil fetus!

And if I can rely on my own strength, my own divine thoughts, and implement the sword meaning of Taixu, and kill this evil fetus, then to some extent it means...

My own sword of slashing the gods, if not fully developed, at least has been developed to a small extent!

This evil fetus is not only a "sandbag" for me to practice the sword of slashing the gods, but also a "touchstone" for me to test the heat of the sword of slashing the gods.

Once the evil fetus is completely killed, a large amount of divine essence can be obtained.

With such a pure and rich divine essence, it is also enough to repair the injuries accumulated over the years from the self-slashing of life soul.

Misfortunes often bring blessings.

This evil fetus is a disaster, but it also happens to be an opportunity for me to practice the sword of slashing the gods!

Mo Hua was in a state of confusion for a while, but he still did not show it on his face, and even looked embarrassed, muttering painfully:

"This sword move has too serious backlash, I should have known it earlier..."

This sentence was naturally heard by the evil baby in his life soul.

The evil baby only sneered, as if mocking Mo Hua's recklessness and ignorance.

You cut off your own life soul, do you think you are the five decays of heaven and man, and you have achieved enlightenment after corpse transformation?

Ignorance is fearless...

It originally thought that Mo Hua would stop when he felt the pain, but it never expected that this kid would "remain ruthless" and would cut himself with a sword every day from then on.

Not much, just one sword.

This mere sword naturally could not kill it, it was more like a spur and humiliation.

The evil baby was angry, but could only endure it silently.

It was waiting, waiting for Mo Hua to continue "seeking death" like this. Once one day, he cut himself too much, he would inevitably experience a change of Tao and usher in a great disaster.

At that time, it would be his chance...

The evil baby grinned, but before he finished laughing, he was scolded by Mo Hua:

"Be honest!"

"Your expression is on my face, don't think I don't know you are grinning..."

The evil baby's face was as black as ink.

...

After that, Mo Hua continued to cut himself with a sword every day.

A few days later, it was the seventh day again. Mo Hua was broken through the void by the old ancestor Dugu, and was captured in the back mountain to teach swordsmanship.

After the transmission, Patriarch Dugu looked at Mo Hua and saw that he looked a little exhausted, so he frowned and said:

"Did you hurt your soul?"

Mo Hua certainly couldn't admit it, so he just shook his head and said: "I have learned a lot of formations recently, and my consciousness has been over-consumed, so I am a little tired."

Patriarch Dugu was silent for a moment, and did not doubt it.

Looking at Mo Hua's appearance, it is possible to say that his soul was injured, and it is also correct to say that his consciousness was over-consumed.

But according to common sense, cultivators with injured souls often have dull eyes, confused minds, and often have tingling seas of consciousness, and the symptoms are much more serious than Mo Hua's.

Although Mo Hua was a little exhausted, he was still quite energetic.

Patriarch Dugu didn't care much, but he still reminded him, "The cultivation of Taoism requires that water drips through the stone, and there is no need to overwork."

"And the sword marks on the bamboo slip contain an ancient sword meaning of the Taixu Sect. In fact, it is not something you can comprehend now. Even if you can't see the way, don't be discouraged."

"You just need to visualize it from time to time and be influenced by this sword meaning. It will be of great benefit to your real learning of the "Sword of God Slaying" in the future."

Mo Hua said sincerely: "Thank you for your teachings, ancestor!"

Patriarch Dugu nodded, "Go back."

"Well," Mo Hua bowed, "Disciple, goodbye."

Then he was sent back to the disciple residence by Patriarch Dugu.

After returning to the disciple residence, there was still some time before dawn. Mo Hua seized the time and sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness again, and practiced the formation on the Taoist stele.

After practicing the formation, it was almost dawn, and Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, took out the bamboo slip, visualized the sword shape, and cut himself with a sword.

This sword hurts a lot.

Mo Hua grimaced in pain, and then silently said in his heart: "The evil fetus hurts more than me, the evil fetus hurts more than me..."

Sure enough, after a while, the pain was relieved a lot.

But after the beheading, Mo Hua suddenly remembered the instructions given to him by the old ancestor Dugu, especially the ancient Taixu sword meaning on the bamboo slips.

He always felt that there was a little bit of disharmony in his heart.

It seemed that the words of the old ancestor conflicted with his own understanding.

But where exactly the conflict was, Mo Hua couldn't tell clearly.

A trace of worry emerged in Mo Hua's heart:

"I won't... learn it wrong again?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and thought it was impossible.

The fireball technique was learned wrong because of his special spiritual consciousness.

The sword transformation style was learned wrong because there was no inheritance.

The shocking sword was learned wrong because no one taught...

Now proficient in the true art of spiritual mind sword transformation, the old ancestor Dugu, who sits in the back mountain of Taixu Gate, gave him the sword bamboo slips and taught him personally.

It's impossible that I learned it wrong, right?

Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Moreover, I practiced it according to the eight words "temper the spirit with the sword, cut off the soul by oneself".

Not a single word is wrong!

How could I learn it wrong?

Mo Hua was completely relieved.

The morning sun rose, and the bright sunshine shone into the disciples' residence, and a new day began.

After refreshing his mind by "cutting himself with a sword", Mo Hua cheered up and started a new practice.

He remembered the instructions of Mr. Xun, and ignored other things, practiced and learned the formation with peace of mind.

But during the days when he practiced with peace of mind, the entire Ganxuezhou world was in turmoil.

Tai'a Sect.

In the Sect Master's Hall, the Sect Master Tai'a and several elders were discussing matters.

"The Sect Master, the negotiation failed..."

"The four major sects put pressure on us, and the Daotingsi did not give in. The matter of Yanzhizhou could not be suppressed at all. Even if we wanted to slow down, we could not slow down..."

Another elder sighed: "Our original intention was to 'cut flesh to feed the eagle', to give up some sect interests in exchange for some opportunities."

"Those disciples who boarded the Rouge Boat and violated the laws of the Dao Court and the sect's rules will not be punished, but will be punished after this Dao Discussion Conference."

"After all, the sect is about to be restructured, and this first Dao Discussion Conference is too significant."

"But... Alas..."

An elder said: "It's useless. This is obviously a trap. Almost all the geniuses of our Tai'a Sect have been killed in it."

The head of Tai'a Sect sneered: "What genius? At such a young age, they don't practice well, learn to visit brothels, and do some shady things. Are they worthy of being called geniuses?"

He is tall and burly, with a slightly dark complexion, square eyebrows, straight talk, and a bad temper.

The head of Tai'a sect became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and then he said angrily:

"If it weren't for the upcoming discussion meeting, I would have listened to your advice and taken care of the interests of the sect. I would have abolished the cultivation of these beasts one by one and expelled them from Tai'a sect. Why would I need to mediate and suffer the bullying of the four major sects and the Dao Tingsi?"

The other elders did not dare to interrupt.

On the contrary, an older elder with a long history sighed softly:

"The world is full of desires and colorful. They are young, their hearts are not stable, and their blood is hot. How can they resist temptation?"

"What's more, some disciples were obviously framed. They were either coerced or forced, and it was their first time to go to that ship."

"We, the elders, were careless and neglected to take precautions. We cannot escape responsibility..."

The head of Tai'a sect did not refute.

Not only the elders, but also the head of the sect, are indeed responsible.

I always thought that I could take this opportunity of the sect reform to make further progress, but I didn't think about looking up all day, and didn't notice that I was tripped by someone and fell into blood.

There were also elders with serious eyes:

"This incident was too coincidental. If you say that there is no calculation of the four major sects, I will never believe it."

"Even the Daoting Division and even the Central Daoting must have been secretly fanning the flames..."

"At this point, what's the point of saying these things?"

"Who doesn't know that they are calculating us?"

"How could such an important position of the four major sects be handed over to others..."

"But this method is too despicable..."

"If you win, it's called a strategy, and if you lose, you will be called despicable."

"We may not lose..."

"Don't say such naive words. At this point, how can we win? Let alone further progress, it is a blessing to be able to keep the current position..."

"How can you boost others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

"What else? Isn't this the fact..."

The crowd quarreled with each other, and the quarrel became more and more intense.

An elder coughed, and the crowd gradually calmed down.

The head of Tai'a Sect had a gloomy face, and then he could only sigh helplessly:

"Let's change a group of disciples. During this period, let them practice and hone their Taoism. This is the only way to discuss Taoism..."

The elders nodded one after another, but their faces were gloomy.

Even the head of Tai'a Sect was not very optimistic.

Do your best and leave it to fate.

He could only say silently in his heart: "I hope that the ancestors will bless me and let Tai'a Sect pass this threshold..."

...

Chongxu Sect.

In the cave in the back mountain.

Ancestor Chongxu also said to the head of Chongxu Sect:

"Things have come to this point. We have exhausted all the tricks. Under the fog of heaven, we have been tricked by others' carefully designed tricks, and we can only admit defeat."

"We have done what we can do. The rest depends on fate."

Head of Chongxu Sect sighed, "I hope these substitute disciples can have an unexpected performance."

Ancestor Chongxu nodded, but he did not have any expectations.

In matters of cultivation, weak is weak and strong is strong.

Occasionally, the weak defeated the strong, which was a fluke.

But in the Dao Discussion Conference, after multiple rounds of fierce battles, there was almost no room for such "fluke".

Chongxu Patriarch said: "Try to survive this session, and it will be fine in the next session. We, Chongxu Sect, still have a 'trump card'."

Chongxu Sect Master was refreshed and nodded, with some hope in his heart.

Linghu Xiao was extremely talented and extraordinary in swordsmanship.

If he led the team, Chongxu Sect would definitely shine in the next Sword Discussion Conference.

Even turning the tide was possible.

But Chongxu Patriarch's heart was still full of dark clouds.

He was afraid that the four major sects would do things to the extreme and not give them any chance to breathe...

...

This scene of Tai'a Sect and Chongxu Sect was played out among many sect leaders in Ganxuezhou.

Some were happy, some were sad.

Some succeeded in their schemes, and some sighed to the sky.

The closer to the Dao Conference, the more frequent the changes.

Undercurrents are also constantly surging.

As an "ordinary" Taixu Sect disciple, Mo Hua didn't know much about these, and never paid attention to them.

He remembered his duty and practiced with peace of mind.

His cultivation was growing little by little.

His swordsmanship was being honed minute by minute.

And his formation, under the guidance of Mr. Xun and his hard work day and night, gradually became solid to a level that ordinary cultivators could hardly imagine...

Time flies.

Soon, more than six months passed.

Under the attention of the public, the Dao Conference of Ganxuezhou began...