It seemed that it had just been born, and it was trying its best to remember something. After a moment, there was a hint of clarity in its empty eyes. It looked at the ink painting and said in half-baked words:

"You...left it for me...to eat..."

Mo Hua's expression changed, he felt a warning sign in his heart, and he immediately ducked away.

The moment he dodged away, a dark claw suddenly fell down and held him in place, and then the demonic energy raged, as if an innocent spirit was biting him.

Once caught by this devil's claws, the soul will be damaged.

Mo Hua's expression also turned cold. He pointed his hand back, and a fireball roared out, heading straight for the evil baby with sheep's horns.

The evil infant only raised his hand slightly to block the fireball.

Anger appeared on its young but deformed face.

"eat……"

The next moment, it stood up slowly, with evil thoughts surging all over its body, turning into a black air and heading straight towards the ink painting.

"Not long after I was born, you want to eat me?"

Mo Hua's face was ugly, and he was immediately rude. Golden light surged all over his body, colliding with the dark evil aura.

Suddenly, two powerful spiritual thoughts collided around the altar, causing vibrations to spread around. The table overturned, the offerings were shattered, and the sacrificial statues also had cracks.

In the center of the shaking, the golden ink painting and the evil infant covered in black blood were fighting together.

Fist to fist, foot to foot.

This is the simplest and most essential confrontation of spiritual thoughts.

Every killing round, the surroundings of the altar will vibrate.

The evil infant becomes more violent as he fights, and Mo Hua fights harder and harder.

Fists and feet intertwined, golden light and black light intertwined, but for a moment, the two incarnations of divine thoughts were evenly matched, and no one could win.

The evil infant's expression became increasingly grim.

Mo Hua became more and more frightened.

Unable to win...

Ever since he took the path of divine knowledge and enlightenment and swallowed the divine marrow, he became a small master of the Dao. In the battle of spiritual thoughts, he has always been invincible in the face of these evil spirits, punching one by one.

There is no monster that cannot be defeated with one punch.

If so, then give it two punches.

But in this short period of time, he had already punched this little black sheep nearly a hundred times, but he still couldn't take it down.

More than that, Mo Hua didn't even feel that he had the upper hand.

What's even more frightening is that, comparing the two, Mo Hua has a vague feeling that this "evil baby" with ram's horns may be stronger than him at the soul level.

Its weak point lies in the skill of spiritual thoughts.

It seems that it was hatched not long ago, and its "memory" has not yet recovered, so it only has the instinct to fight, but its killing moves are very unfamiliar, and it has no magical powers at all.

While fighting with ink painting, it is also gradually learning, gradually adapting, gradually mastering, and gradually recovering.

Its gaze is a little more cunning.

Its killing moves are smoother.

The "memory" engraved in the soul is also gradually awakening.

Even, while the fists and feet were fighting each other, it began to take the time to use other moves, swallowing clouds and spitting out evil mist, turning blood hands out of thin air, chain of wronged souls, frightening stabs, sheep bone halberd, summoning demon march...

These moves are diverse, evil, sinister and vicious.

Mo Hua suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly, but he could only resort to tricks, activate the power of his spiritual thoughts, manifest fireballs, water blades, quicksand, wooden prisons, burials and other spells, mixed with various Five Elements and Bagua formations.

Above the Altar of Spiritual Thought, black clouds suddenly covered the place, evil mist surged, five-light spells circulated, and formations bombarded.

This is the true battle of gods.

With Mr. Wu's strength, even if he had not died before, he would probably die dozens or hundreds of times even if he was only affected by the aftermath.

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the evil goat-horned evil infant suddenly realized something like a ghost, and then summoned a giant evil goat-horned statue, and suddenly slapped the ink painting with a huge palm.

Mo Hua never expected that the evil infant could do this. He was caught off guard and could only set up an iron wall formation to defend himself, and then activated the golden light to cover his body and ate the demon statue by force.

Taken with a giant palm, it seems like it blocks the sky and the sun.

Then there was a rumble.

The iron wall array's light flowed, held up for a while, and then shattered, and the giant palm came down with a bang, hitting Mo Hua.

For a moment, the evil mist was like a tide, and the golden light burst.

Under the collision, the overflowing spiritual thoughts were like river waves.

When everything dissipated, the ink painting still stood in the field, his mind unmoving, only his face turned slightly pale.

The evil infant did not take action again.

After the battle with Mo Hua, its instincts were stimulated, its innate memory seemed to have recovered a lot, and its eyesight became more alert.

Looking at the ink painting at this time, there was a little more thought and confusion in the originally empty eyes:

"You are very powerful...like a god, but you are not yet."

"You have humanity, but you're not quite human."

"You don't have magical powers, but you can use formations..."

"Weird... In my memory inheritance, it seems... there is no weird existence like you..."

Its voice was intermittent, obviously immature, but very gloomy, with some tearing timbre.

Finally, it looked at the ink painting and solemnly said:

"Submit to me, and I will forget your blasphemy."

"Submit yourself to me, and you will be wiped out by me."

"When I wake up completely, I will grant you supreme divine power, grant you a respected position, and give you unparalleled authority..."

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched.

I woke up completely...

This evil baby is the "original body" of the Great Wilderness Evil God?

Or is it a true "divine fetus" of the Lord of the Wilderness?!

"It's not good..."

The soul of the ink painting feels a dull pain.

He had used the "Shocking Sword" too many times before, first killing Shui Yanluo, and then shocking Xiao Zhenhai, and the accumulated injuries exploded.

At this time, he had a head-on confrontation with this little black sheep kid who was almost a "divine fetus". They fought fiercely for so many rounds. In a hurry, he even received a big slap from the goat-horned golem. No matter how strong his spiritual will was, he would not be able to do it at this time.

Some couldn't hold it any longer.

What's even more dangerous is that if this little black sheep is really a "divine fetus"...

That means it is born with the innate memory of the Great Wild Evil God.

I have only lived for twenty years, while the Great Wild Evil God has lived for countless thousands of years. His knowledge, strength, tricks, methods, magical powers, etc. in the divine way are simply not comparable to my own.

And just now Mo Hua realized it.

In the process of fighting with him, this little black sheep gradually learned its innate "inheritance" as the memory of his talent awakened. Not only did his spiritual thoughts become stronger little by little, but his methods also increased little by little.

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It even occasionally uses magical means almost instinctively that it doesn't know where it comes from.

And he himself became the "whetstone" for the growth of this ram-horned evil infant, the evil god's "divine fetus".

Mo Hua's face looked a little ugly.

It's always him who hurts others.

Unexpectedly, someone is here to torture him now.

If you use yourself as a "whetstone", you won't be afraid of breaking the knife.

Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart.

But I also know that I need to find a way to quickly deal with this divine fetus.

Otherwise, once it fully awakens and takes control of its own inheritance, with its current strength, it will definitely not be its opponent.

Mo Hua looked at the ram-horned evil infant in front of him and asked:

"Are you a 'divine fetus'?"

The evil baby with sheep's horns said solemnly: "You should respect me as 'Lord' and surrender to me. You can live as long as heaven and earth, and you can live through countless calamities without immortality..."

Mo Hua was disdainful.
To be continued...