The incarnation of spiritual consciousness is not shown to others, so it doesn't matter such a small thing.

After the dog-headed demon died suddenly, the other demons were frightened, but they were also stimulated and aroused their ferocity. After a while, they became even more fearless and rushed towards Mo Hua.

The expression in the ink painting is excited, and the eyes are full of fighting spirit.

Although he was only in the sea of ​​consciousness, he could finally experience the feeling of "incomparable physical body".

The demons are approaching, killing and biting, and there are gusts of fishy wind.

The ink painting is surrounded by light blue water shadows. In the fight between monsters, it dodges and moves with ease. Once it seizes the opportunity, it will punch it.

There's nothing that can't be solved with one punch.

If so, then give it two punches.

And the more I play with ink painting, the happier I become, and the more I play, the more skilled I become, with various methods emerging one after another.

A horse-faced demon was accidentally caught by Mo Hua and punched through the chest.

A bull-headed demon was cut off by Mo Hua's two horns with both hands.

A demon with a wolf body fell from the sky by Mo Hua, and its waist was trampled...

Some of them had their necks broken, their front teeth broken, their tails torn off, their spines broken by his kicks, their heads blown off...

After all, Mo Hua is not a real physical practitioner and has never learned formal martial arts, so he can only use simple and unpretentious moves to deal with these monsters.

One move after another, extremely superficial.

There's no technique, it's all strength.

Relying on the tyranny of his spiritual consciousness, he was "powerful enough to make bricks fly", punching and kicking, and crushing these evil demons with force.

The powerful "physical body" of spiritual thoughts, coupled with the exquisiteness of the passing water step, as well as the sharp spiritual consciousness, clear perception, and control of the fighter plane.

These demons are no match for Mo Hua even if they get close to him.

The ink painting kills all directions, it is majestic and the demons are trembling.

Suddenly, a vicious water arrow came through the air and hit Mo Hua's shoulder, breaking his robe made of spiritual thoughts.

The water arrow is soaked in rotten water, as if it contains vicious evil thoughts, which can corrode people's hearts and minds.

Under Mo Hua's white and tender skin, there was indeed a trace of dark spots and some black blood flowing out.

Mo Hua frowned, a little unhappy.

He had just hit the flesh with his fists, and he was happily beating him. He was a little careless, but he didn't expect to be hurt by the demon's cold arrows and the evil rotten water arrows.

Mo Hua turned around and looked into the distance, and saw that there were indeed several snake-headed monsters in the distance, with their hands forming a magic spell, their eyes sinister, and spitting out letters.

This rotten water arrow is the evil magic they cast.

One of them had narrow pupils and a sinister smile on his face. It was obvious that he had shot the rotten water arrow that had just attacked Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was closely surrounded by a group of demons, which happened to be hiding in the distance and attacked insidiously.

The sneak attack was successful, and the snake-headed demon was so proud that he couldn't help but laugh wildly.

But just as it was laughing, a fireball came quickly and exploded its snake head instantly.

The snake demon died immediately, its head was blown away, and its body slowly fell down.

The ugly laughter stopped abruptly.

The other snake monsters were panicked.

Of course, ink painting will not let them go.

How dare you make a sneak attack!

Mo Hua's eyes turned cold, his fingers clicked frequently, and he used the fireball technique.

The second-level fireball technique, with blazing flames like magma, struck one after another, drawing out streaks of fire, swiftly and accurately, killing all the monsters in the distance with snake heads, spells and spells, and long letters.

They all had their heads shot.

The surrounding demons want to stop Mo Hua.

However, the ink painting step of passing water is exquisite, enough to easily avoid the attacks of demons.

The fireball technique is so fast that it can form a spell and condense into a fireball between lightning and flint.

They can't stop it at all.

If you are not careful, Mo Hua's little fist will seize the flaw and blast through the chest, killing you instantly.

Some remote monsters want to escape.

Mo Hua will use the Water Prison Technique to trap him first, and then use the Fireball Technique to kill him...

Being a little angry because of the sneak attack, Mo Hua stopped being polite and used both fists and kicks, as well as spells.

One punch and one kick, one water and one fire.

With the blessing of the power of the fifteen-grain transformation spirit, Mo Hua began to "slaughter" this group of ferocious demons.

But as he continued to kill, Mo Hua frowned.

He felt that he had killed a lot, but the number of demons did not seem to decrease much...

"Something weird..."

Mo Hua did not stop, but at the same time he also released his consciousness and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression was shocked.

It's black water!

This black water is thick and evil, and can corrode the mind, as if it has given birth to something terrible.

And these monsters and ghosts are all hatched from the black water.

Every time he kills a demon, these demons will be swallowed up by the black water again, and then reassembled with human or demon body parts to hatch an even stranger demon.

If this continues, no matter how strong your spiritual will is, it will be consumed little by little.

But these demons, relying on the black water to regenerate, can be endless.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little dangerous.

On the other side, seeing the countless monsters he had hatched being slaughtered by Mo Hua as if they were "stinky fish and rotten shrimps", a burst of anger seemed to spread in the black water.

The coldness is coming, and the fishy wind is blowing.

The black water trembled, rolled, and beat, as if it was undergoing the pain of "childbirth".

Above the black water, black mist surged out and condensed together, like a huge, evil embryo, pulsating like a heartbeat.

At the moment when the "embryo" of black water condensed, ink painting was discovered.

He focused his eyes, pointed his fingers frequently, and used fireball techniques one by one, rolling in fierce fire and attacking the huge black water embryo.

Heishui trembled, seeming a little afraid.

There was a rapid and strange roar.

The surrounding demons obeyed the orders and rushed towards the fireball like moths to the flame. They used their own bodies to resist the attack of the ink-painting fireball technique, desperately trying to save the embryo.

The demons near the ink painting also roared and killed towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua was temporarily involved and had no time to pay attention to it.

And a dozen breaths later, the black water trembled, the black mist surged and expanded, and in a breath, a huge demon hatched from it.

Its whole body was immersed in black water, its aura was violent and greedy, it had no arms or legs, or even a body, only a huge head.

He has black and foul ears, a thick and long nose, and long fangs.

This is a "pig-headed devil".

The black turbid water hatched a huge pig-headed demon, which wanted to swallow the ink painting once and for all, and then corroded and digested it with black water!

As soon as the pig-headed demon was born, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were blood red, his mouth was drooling, and his pupils turned irregularly before focusing on Mo Hua.

The air around him suddenly became oppressive.

The demon on the side also looked frightened, as if he was frightened by the "pig-headed demon".

At this moment, murderous intent suddenly became stronger.

The pig-headed demon suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the ink painting directly at an astonishing speed.

The demons along the way were swallowed whole by it, even if they were not too hasty to dodge.

Mo Hua looked calm and hummed softly:

"Want to eat me?"

He stretched his little hand forward, and golden patterns suddenly appeared on the ground, forming golden chains, layer upon layer, like a prison.

The three lotus golden locks formed again, and the golden light condensed in an instant.

Halfway through its charge, the pig-headed demon was bound by the golden lock formation, and its forward charge came to an abrupt halt.

The golden chains formed by Mo Hua's spiritual thoughts and with the help of formations were deeply cut into its flesh. No matter how it roared and struggled, it could not break free, let alone get closer to Mo Hua.
To be continued...