The zombie disciple's face suddenly became ferocious, and he bit off his fingers and swallowed them into his abdomen. Then his body expanded, and his malice gradually arose. In an instant, it turned into a dead body with a white skin.

It is exactly the same as Zhang Quan took the corpse blood pill.

"First try my life, deal with this young monk, then take the opportunity to escape and report to the ancestor that even if the vitality is severely damaged and the limbs are incomplete afterwards, the ancestor will protect me from filial piety."

The zombie disciple thought.

Then it tried its best to break free from the constraints of the water prison technique and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand gently and condensed a fireball technique.

The fire ball is bright red and hot, and is a false fire condensed by the spiritual consciousness, but it looks extremely real.

As soon as Mo Hua thought, the fireball suddenly shot out and bombarded the chest of the zombie that had become corpse.

The fire was filled with fire. Before the zombie disciple could pounce on Mo Hua or deal with it for a round, he was directly hit by the fireball technique and returned to his original form.

He was as if he was deflated, he took off his body and was on fire, lying on the ground wailing.

It seemed as if there was a real fire, burning on it.

With pain, there is boundless despair.

It never expected that the divine consciousness of this little monk would be so powerful.

The fireball technique revealed is so powerful...

Mo Hua also frowned and said in confusion:

"Why am I so strong?"

He thought about it for a while and gradually understood.

In reality, I am refining my energy.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, I am building the foundation.

This zombie disciple is just a normal walking zombie, which is considered to be the cultivation level of Qi refining.

I am now building the foundation and cultivating my energy.

It is considered to be bullying the "small" with "big".

The small waist of the Mohua instantly straightened.

"No wonder, I said why I suddenly became so powerful!"

Building the foundation and refining qi is not natural.

The ink painting was proud for a while, but felt a little boring.

This zombie disciple is too weak to exert his strength.

It seems that among Zhang Quan's ancestors, I have to choose some strong people to practice.

Step by step, step by step.

When he mastered the methods of manifestation, he could understand the methods of the zombies in the Zhang family, and then he started to attack Zhang Quan's ancestor.

This will be foolproof.

Zhang Quan's ancestor has the highest cultivation level and the strongest evil thoughts, so he must be a big zombie.

And after living for so long, there must be many tricks.

There are still some risks in attacking it now.

What's more, it has so many "superbs and grandsons", and its two fists are hard to beat four hands. A group of zombies ran into the sea of ​​consciousness, and Mo Hua couldn't handle it.

The rice must be eaten at a bite.

Mo Hua had already decided to "eat" the first bite of rice first.

This zombie disciple is useless.

Ink paintings are intended to be used for the full purpose.

He used several more fireball techniques to directly knock the zombie to ashes.

The ashes dissipated, and the zombie's thoughts were all destroyed, turning into gray, sliver-like divine thoughts.

A small mouth of ink painting was swallowed into the belly.

This zombie who only wanted to eat Mo Hua's spiritual sense was eventually "eated" by Mo Hua.

Its evil thoughts also strengthened the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua.

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