Mo Hua had a good sleep.

He didn't sleep on weekdays, and devoted almost all of his time during the day and night to practicing and drawing formations. Especially after midnight, when there was a Dao Monument, he would practice the formations many, many times every night.

But after several battles at this time, coupled with the battle of super-level spiritual thoughts, the oppression of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the wear and tear of the physical body, Mo Hua really couldn't stand it anymore, so he forgot everything and slept peacefully.

Sleep.

When I woke up, the sky had turned white and bright sunshine shone into the room.

Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his mind was a little blank, and he stared at the sunshine outside the window in a daze. "Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded.

Mo Hua turned his head and saw Elder Murong, who had a fair face and was dignified and graceful. He looked at him gently with a slight smile on his lips. "Hello, Elder Murong..." Mo Hua whispered.

His voice was still a little hoarse.

"Stop talking," Elder Murong said, "It's time to take medicine."

Elder Murong stood up, took out a few pills, and handed them to Mo Hua's mouth.

Mo Hua could not move and could only open his mouth to accept the "feeding" from Elder Murong.

After feeding the elixir, Elder Murong took Mo Hua's pulse again, pondered for a moment, and said softly: "Okay, take good care of yourself, and you will be able to go back to class in about two or three days."

"Thanks..

Mo Hua only said a word of thanks, and then his throat hurt and he was speechless. Elder Murong chuckled lightly, "You have a good rest," and then left.

Mo Hua was lying alone on the bed, looking at the Bagua Dan Furnace cloud pattern on the ceiling, and was lost in thought. After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses. "The human body is really the host body of spiritual thoughts."

If the body is strong, the spirit will be good and spiritual thoughts will be abundant.

On the contrary, now that my physical body and vitality are depleted, it is difficult to concentrate even my spiritual consciousness, and my spirit is also a little dazed.

Fortunately, Mr. Xun saved him, and there was someone with a kind heart and a very powerful alchemy master named Elder Murong who made elixirs for him. His physical injuries were not serious. "But next time, I should be more cautious.

, be more careful."

"Also, it would be nice if my body could be stronger... Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Then a burst of fatigue and sleepiness hit him, Mo Hua fell into a deep sleep, and slowly closed his eyes again.

While his mind was weak and he fell asleep slowly, he did not notice the vision in his cause and effect, nor did he know about an evil, dark, terrifying, blackened, young "ink painting",

Also sleeping in his fate...

Taixumen, back mountain.

Mr. Xun climbed up the steps, passed over the many seals, and walked towards the sword tomb. He was still very concerned about the "Sword Intent".

Logically speaking, Mo Hua's swordsmanship cannot be condensed into "sword intent" at all, but there is indeed a superb "sword intent" emerging in him. This is not something that can be cultivated by foundation building, and it is not possible at all.

Unreasonable

The first thing Mr. Xun thought of was his senior brother.

I'm afraid he is the only one in the entire Taixu Mountain who can pass on this superb swordsmanship and profound swordsmanship to the foundation disciples. In the past, he was the best swordsman in Qianzhou, overwhelming the geniuses of his generation, and slaying countless demons.

, the one who makes countless demons and evil spirits fearful is the Dugu Patriarch of Taixu Mountain.

But absolutely not!

No matter how much he respected this senior brother, he would never allow him to teach the kid Mo Hua how to practice swordsmanship.

Old Mr.

This sword art is already a forbidden art of Taixu.

Once you learn this sword, you will step into the abyss and never look back in this life.

The ink painting has a broader formation path, and you must not walk on this path out of curiosity. Demons are everywhere, great terror is approaching, and there is no danger of death. Mr. Xun walked into the sword tomb with a heavy heart.

In the sword tomb, there were many broken swords. As usual, Patriarch Dugu closed his eyes and gathered his breath, sitting there. "Senior brother..." Mr. Xun said.

But Patriarch Dugu did not answer, or even react at all. He sat among the withered graves, like a dead white rock, silent. "Senior brother?"

Mr. Xun frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.

He gradually slowed down, with a hint of sharpness in his cloudy eyes, and looked at Patriarch Dugu warily. Patriarch Dugu's face trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were strange. The whites of his eyes were black, but the pupils were white. There was a mixture of light and dark, and there was uncertainty. Mr. Xun's expression suddenly changed.

"Senior brother, you!"

Ancestor Dugu's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be experiencing a battle between heavenly demons. His face gradually turned pale, and his facial features were melting and distorting. With his remaining will, he said to Mr. Xun word by word:

"Go quickly..."Seal the Sword Tomb..." "Also, save..."

He didn't have time to say that name, or those beings didn't allow him to reveal the name.

In the endless harassment of demons flying wildly, the facial features of Patriarch Dugu completely melted and turned into a "faceless man". Mr. Xun's pupils trembled violently, and then without thinking, he grabbed the air and tore it open.

From the crack, take out a compass, inject spiritual thoughts and spiritual power into the compass, and form formation patterns that spread around like a spider web.

In the sword tomb, the dense seal formations were also activated at this time.

The aura of Taixu Liangyi circulated, and the golden doors of seals were piled up layer by layer, surrounding the entire sword tomb and sealing it tightly. Above the entire sword tomb, a fifth-grade sealing formation was built.

This formation seals the sword tomb, seals everything in the sword tomb, and blocks all auras to prevent external rumors. But at this time, the sword intent around Patriarch Dugu's body is fierce, and the formation patterns of the formation are crumbling.

Mr. Xun's heart sank, he crushed a jade slip and said, "Junior Brother Murong, there are changes in the forbidden area, come and help me." The jade slip broke through the air, but within a moment, a five-color crack appeared in the void.

"I'm busy in retreat, don't leave if you don't mind."

An old man with a slender figure, handsome appearance, childlike face and white hair walked out of the crack in the void. Before he could finish speaking, he saw the strange-looking Dugu Ancestor and the precarious sealing formation. His pupils trembled immediately and he took a breath.

gas.

"Senior brother, he..."

"Stop talking nonsense and take action quickly."

The childlike and crane-haired Ancestor Murong immediately looked solemn, made a seal with his hands, and used a Taixu Seal, which turned into a four-sided blue dragon and surrounded the sword tomb, suppressing the strange demonic energy.

Mr. Xun took this opportunity to fully activate the seals of the Sword Tomb layer by layer, and then reinforced them heavily. The seals turned into void chains, completely sealing the Sword Tomb, leaving no gaps.

He also completely suppressed Dugu Patriarch among them.

This sealing formation was left by the ancestors of Taixu Sect. When fully opened, it is enough to seal any existence of spiritual thoughts, spiritual power, flesh and blood within the fifth level. Until this time, Mr. Xun and

Ancestor Murong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with him?" Patriarch Murong asked.

Old Mr.

Ancestor Murong's expression changed, "Isn't that Senior Brother..."

Old Mr.

"Senior brother, his swordsmanship is superb. He may have some ideas, but we can't really help him much... Mr. Xun sighed helplessly.

Ancestor Murong raised his head and glanced at the sealing formation, and then at the blurry Ancestor Dugu in the formation. His expression was a little sad, and he sighed:

"The great catastrophe of the demon lasted for a long time and resulted in heavy casualties. In the end, my senior brother renounced his path and went to prison to guard the door. Only then can the future generations of the Taixu Sect be peaceful."

"Senior brother, he... gave up his supreme talent, gave up his boundless future, gave up his great scenery, and turned from the famous Qianzhou No. 1 sword into a living tomb. For so many years, he has been silently guarding the

In this forbidden place, he is now very old, and it is difficult to distinguish between man and evil, and he does not know whether he will have a happy ending...

Ancestor Murong felt deeply sad.

Mr. Xun also felt sad, but he still said: "Senior brother chose this path himself. He knows these things better than us." "I know." Murong Ancestor sighed, and then asked softly, "What now?

manage?"

Old Mr.

Ancestor Murong pondered for a moment, "If something cannot be done..."

"If something can't be done," Mr. Xun frowned and sighed, "I'll think of a way." He didn't say what he could do, and Patriarch Murong didn't ask any questions, just nodded.

"That's all it can do..."

After that, both of them were silent, each with his own thoughts.

The bright sunshine shining into the back mountain seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, showing coldness and heavyness. Ancestor Murong looked around, taking in the entire Taixu Mountain in his sight, and sighed softly:

"Obviously the three sects have merged, but there are such twists and turns. The future of our Taixu Sect's orthodoxy is uncertain..."

Old Mr.

Ancestor Murong was stunned, "This... I'm afraid I'm exaggerating..."

Mr. Xun looked indifferent. After thinking for a moment, he slowly expressed his worries:

"The catastrophe of heaven and earth is certainly terrible, but it is not the most terrible thing." "The most terrible thing is actually the decay of human hearts."

"The great catastrophes of the past were naturally dangerous, but there are still great monks like me, who have great cultivation, great perseverance, and great plans. They give up their fame and fortune, their honor and disgrace, and their egos to bear the burden of the people to resist this great catastrophe.

.”

"What about now?"

"In today's sects, profit is the top priority. Most of the disciples under the sect do self-interested things in a high-sounding manner. People do not cultivate their minds, do not seek the Tao, and are selfish. What will happen once they encounter a real disaster?
To be continued...