Finally, go step by step to understand and control the thunder and magnetic formation that is truly applied in the sect's merit system!

Become the "shadow" that steals secrets in the circulation of secondary thunders, and controls the "master" of thunders.

Once you can crack the formation, your "authority" will dominate all the formations at the core level.

The secrets of the entire Qianxue State Sect are within his control.

Mo Hua looks forward to it happily in his heart.

But now I can only think about it first.

He has just built the foundation now, and has just learned the Beacon Fire Yuan Magnetic Array with the sixteen lines. He is still far away from this goal...

The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the formations must be learned one by one.

The enhancement of spiritual consciousness does not happen overnight.

Mo Hua calmed down and continued to study the formation as usual, deducing and recording the "secondary thunder patterns".

But with a framework in my mind, when I started learning again, I was no longer as ignorant as before, and my feelings about the thunder pattern became deeper.

A series of thunder patterns also seemed to come to life, and had a subtle resonance with the ink paintings...

The ink paintings seem to be able to feel the obscure laws of the Great Dao in these complicated sub-thunder patterns and the accompanying weak magnetic currents.

They seem to be slowly integrating with their own spiritual thoughts...

Profound and mysterious.

However, due to the intensity of spiritual consciousness, this process is still relatively slow.

Mo Hua deeply felt that his spiritual consciousness was still not strong enough...

There are many things that he wants to learn, but he has no way to learn them yet.

Sixteen lines of divine consciousness.

Although compared to monks of the same class and level, his spiritual consciousness is already far ahead.

But when it comes to esoteric spiritual calculations and high-end understanding of formations, even if the sixteen lines of spiritual consciousness have changed in quality, they still seem to be stretched thin.

His current spiritual consciousness is not enough to support him to study more advanced formation knowledge.

But the growth of spiritual consciousness is like a trickle that merges into a river, bit by bit, and there is no rush.

Mo Hua sighed.

Without "extra meals", he could only be patient, learn the formations silently, and slowly hone his spiritual consciousness...

…

About half a month later, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Mo Hua lay on the table, finished today's homework, learned several Bagua formations, and was about to enter the sea of ​​consciousness, simulate the Yuanmai formation, and deduce the secondary thunder patterns, when he suddenly looked startled.

He sensed something strange happening next door.

It was a vague, cold, and strange feeling.

It seems that there is a strange cause and effect, secretly growing, ferocious evil spirits, drooling, hanging upside down from the roof...

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

Chinese chives!

It’s grown out!

He stood up immediately, and as soon as he walked out of the door, he met Wen Renwei.

Wen Renwei was a tall man standing at his door with a serious expression and a bit of hesitation, as if hesitating whether to disturb Mo Hua or not.

When he saw the ink painting coming out, he was a little surprised, and then he cupped his hands and said:

"Little Master Mo, Master Yu, he seems to be having nightmares again..."

Mo Hua nodded and emphasized again:

"I'm not from a noble family, so there's no need to call me Young Master."

Wen Renwei nodded and said: "Yes."

But he had a solemn look on his face, obviously saying, "I promise, I promise, but the etiquette is here, and I won't change my words."

Mo Hua had no choice but to go see Yu'er first.

Yu'er's room was decorated comfortably and warmly, separated by a screen in the middle, and Wen Renwei lived outside.

Yu'er lived there, with a plain and soft bed, a plush blanket, surrounded by mountains and river screens, and a soothing incense burner.

The surrounding scenery, to the naked eye, is elegant and quiet.

But Yu'er on the bed was frowning and struggling wildly with her little hands and feet, as if she was in panic.

Wen Renwei looked worried, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but he had no idea what was going on.

Mo Hua looked up, his pupils suddenly became deep, and he saw the texture of cause and effect in the void. Thick black water seeped out from the roof. The arms and claws of demons, like "leeks", emerged from the gaps in the void.

, "grew" out...

Mo Hua couldn't help but licked his lips and said to Wen Renwei:

"Uncle Wei, you can rest outside for a while, I'll watch from here."

Wen Renwei was slightly startled and said worriedly:

"Little Master Mo, this..."

"It's fine."

Mo Hua smiled, then picked up the futon and sat next to Yu'er, standing between Yu'er and the demon. His face looked relaxed and calm, even a little...

expect?

It's like waiting for "the food" to be served when eating at a banquet...

Wen Renwei frowned, hesitated for a moment, cupped his hands and said:

"Then I'll have you, Mr. Mo."

After that, Wen Renwei came outside, his eyes steady and alert to his surroundings. At the same time, he also had a hint of consciousness and paid attention to the ink paintings.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The matter of Master Yu was very strange. He had only heard of it but had never actually seen it.

But today he saw with his own eyes that Master Yu was having nightmares and seemed to be haunted by evil spirits.

But as far as he could see and scan with his spiritual consciousness, he still couldn't detect anything.

It seems to be a spiral of cause and effect, a matter of reality and reality.

Even with his level of cultivation, he couldn't even see any clues...

But he knew that this young master named Mo had indeed "seen" something just now.

What on earth is this thing that is so weird and evil...

A monk at the peak of the Golden Core Stage cannot see it, but a young monk at the Foundation Establishment Stage can see...

Wen Renwei's eyes were solemn and confused.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

Wen Renwei vaguely felt that there seemed to be something very angry and malicious, setting off gusts of evil wind.

Then there was a moment of trance.

The young master named Mo turned pale, his face gloomy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

It was as if he was using his body as a shield and as Master Yu to resist some "evil spirit".

Wen Renwei's heart trembled, and he looked at Mo Hua with a hint of respect.

It is really rare for such an older child to have such a chivalrous mind of "sacrifice oneself for others"...

…

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes.

The view remains the same as before.

Black water filled the air, deformed demons, ugly grins, absurd and evil, just like purgatory.

The demons and ghosts all showed greedy looks when they saw the incarnation of divine thoughts in the ink painting, so "young" and "innocent".

In their eyes, ink painting is just an "appetizer".

But soon, the ink painting made them understand.

Who is the "appetizer"?

Mo Hua smiled coldly, and with one stroke of his finger, like a ruthless judge, with a wave of his iron pen, he sentenced these demons and brats to life and death.

A magnificent formation appeared.
To be continued...