Mo Hua couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He is not a demon cultivator or an evil one.

Although the hands are covered with human lives, all the people killed are people plagued by sin.

He said that his heart was pure and his heart was pure.

Understand the way of heaven and benefit all life.

Along the way, he killed households and eliminated demons, imposed extensive formations, and saved many people.

Although these things in the ink painting are not remembered very much, they are all considered as the merits of the laws of heaven in the dark, shaping his cause and effect.

Therefore, although the "evil-resisting" power of Pixiu is strong, it is a kind of innate law power, but fundamentally, it is impossible to paint ink.

The power of the ink painting's divine thoughts certainly cannot hurt a hair of the Pixiu.

The Pixiu's evil-resisting power can only be used to paint ink paintings to "sunbathe".

The Pixiu was shocked at first, and then felt boring.

I can't catch it, swallow it, or swallow it. I have tried so much effort and moved my talent, but I can't do anything.

It is not a demon, nor an evil spirit, and there is not even a single "evil behavior".

After lying back on the Pixiu, he naturally didn't bother to pay attention to ink painting.

The majesty of the divine beast dissipated, the laws eliminated the bomb, and the power to suppress evil was gone, and the warm feeling was gone. Mo Hua felt a little regretful, and she was still a little unfulfilled.

However, it is a good thing if this big-headed Pixiu doesn't go against him.

Mo Hua didn't want to really kill this Pixiu.

Of course, if he wants to kill, he can't kill him.

This Pi could not determine the grade at all. His strength was even more terrifyingly strong and he also controlled the power of the law of suppressing evil.

Even if I practice it for dozens or hundreds of years, I may not be able to do anything about it.

It is urgent to not get involved with this Pi. It is better to find a way out as soon as possible and leave the seal.

The ink painting began to follow the temple, looking for an exit.

Without the interference of Pixiu, the ink painting quickly found the temple, which is the exit of the seal of the holy relics.

But his face was a little unfair.

Because the exit was blocked.

The big butt of Pixiu blocks the exit tightly.

Mo Hua could only run to Pi Xiu and asked politely:

"Hello, can you let it go?"

But Pixiu ignored him at all, checked himself and pulled his big head, occasionally licking his teeth to treat him, which seemed boring.

Mo Hua had no choice but to sneak behind Pixiu's butt, quietly manifested the Kaishan Sword, and stabbed Pixiu's butt.

Pixiu got angry and roared at Mo Hua.

The ink painting didn't hurt, and it didn't care too much, but its body remained motionless.

Mo Hua sighed, a little helpless.

If he really fights, he really can't beat this divine beast.

It is unlikely to find an opportunity to sneak out.

and·.

Mo Hua frowned, thought about it in her mind, and even used the secret of heaven to deduce it, and then realized that this might be the habit of "Pi Xiu"?

Pixiu loves money, only enters and does not leave.

If it comes to sacrificing the Congregation, it is impossible for any evil to escape from its mouth.

Even if it is not a bad vote, it cannot let itself go.

Because this is the "nature" of Pixiu and the "rule" it adheres to.

In other words, from the beginning of entering the temple, this Pixiu will never be able to let it go out.

Mo Hua sighed and sighed in her heart.

Before, I underestimated this "Great Wilderness Holy Relic".

There is such a powerful Pixiu guarding it, and there is also the power of unreasonable laws to suppress it.

No wonder it can be called a "holy" thing.

If it's hard, then you can only be soft.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he ran to Pixiu's fierce big head and asked it:

"Aren't you hungry?"

"You let me out, I'll find you something delicious."

Pixiu ignored ink painting.

Mo Hua thought about it and said, "Are you not bored when you stay here all day? You are not so evil-chung suppressed you-."

Pixiu looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua shook his head quickly, "I'm not Xie Chong, it's not interesting to suppress me."

Pixiu frowned, as if he thought the ink painting was justified.

Mo Hua took the opportunity to persuade, "Let me go out, I promise you that when you have time, I will catch a powerful Xie Chong in and let you suppress it."

Pixiu glanced at Mo Hua again, as if asking him, "Really?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Take it seriously."

Pixiu looked at the ink painting with evidence, and his big head seemed to be thinking about something.

But after all, it is a divine beast, and its head is slow, which is incomparable to people like Mo Hua who are half-human, half-god and smart like ghosts.

Seeing its expression moving, Mo Hua raised two fingers, "Two! I promise you that you will grab two big evil crows for you at that time."

Pixiu's eyes lit up suddenly.

It is its nature to worship, but the holy objects of the Great Wilderness have been covered with for many years, and it has not fulfilled its "natural duty".

The big head of Pixiu began to rotate again.

In principle, its nature is indeed "stingy". No one is allowed to leave after entering his territory.

But letting a little bit go can bring two evil spirits.

For one to two, it will definitely be "earning".

The premise is that this little guy will really fulfill his promise.

Pixiu widened his eyes, looked at Mo Hua, and saw Mo Hua's clear gaze.

The power of suppressing evil before the moment cannot hurt the ink painting, which also proves the nature of ink painting "stand upright".

Pixiu poked out its nose again and sniffed the breath of ink painting. When the sniffed, Pixiu's eyes lit up and he actually smelled the same kind of breath.

The breath of dragon soul ·—

Also, the breath of a "big white dog".

The big eyes of Pixiu, like copper bells, flashed, showing a kindness, and his attitude immediately became much more intimate.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, knowing that it trusts itself.

Before he could say anything, Pixiu suddenly bent down, lowered his big head, then stretched out his claws covering Jin Lin, tapped his forehead, and looked at Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua was stunned for a long time before she understood the meaning of Pixiu.

He walked up and touched the big head of Pixiu with his forehead.

One person and one divine beast, the forehead touched each other, and a golden light burst into an instant.

A word of "contract" flows from the eyebrows of Pixiu and connects into the sea of ​​consciousness of ink painting.

This contract also turned into golden light and was engraved on the forehead of the Mohua.

The golden light is shining, and the oath is melted.

A horn slowly grew on Mo Hua's forehead.
Chapter completed!