Mo Hua looked at the golden evil eye again, his gaze was deep and thoughtful, and suddenly he smiled brightly and said:

"No, it's something more beautiful!"

The golden evil eyes felt something was wrong.

Mo Hua grabbed it with both hands and pressed it to the corner of the Taoist monument.

The golden evil eyes were caught off guard and saw a flash of red.

This red color is brighter than blood, redder than sunlight, and more terrifying than anything else.

The terrifying thunder flows on it, containing the indifferent and ruthless laws of heaven and earth, adhering to the will of heaven to obliterate everything.

"Jie...Jie Lei?!"

The golden evil eyes screamed.

Its eye sockets were trembling and its bloodshot eyes were bulging. It struggled hard, but was tightly held by Mo Hua's two small hands.

Scarlet lightning flashed.

In just a moment, Tribulation Thunder completely obliterated the golden evil eyes.

The golden evil eye turned into a pool of golden water. At the same time, there was a pure golden shadow in the evil eye, a majestic and terrifying ram's horn shadow, which disappeared in ashes amid struggle, roar and unwillingness.

The true meaning of ink painting is true.

Although I don’t know what this pure golden ram’s horn shadow is, it should be related to the will of the Great Wild Evil God.

If I "eat" it together with the golden evil eyes without knowing it, I'm afraid there will be consequences.

Something like an evil god has existed for who knows how long, and its power and methods are unfathomable.

If you don't pay more attention, it is really impossible to prevent it.

Fortunately, I used Tribulation Thunder to eliminate the "poison"...

Otherwise, it will definitely ruin your brain if you are not clean.

"Thunderbolt is really useful..."

Mo Hua praised in his heart.

The golden evil eyes were directly shattered by the tribulation thunder, and the inner evil god's will was also erased, turning into a pool of pure "divine essence".

The golden color of this divine essence has also become a lot lighter.

It seems that part of the origin, along with the will of the evil god, was destroyed by the thunder.

The remaining spiritual essence, both in quality and quantity, has "shrunk" a lot compared to before.

But these essences are pure, clean, and unconscious.

Not only is it safe and healthy, it is also easier to "digest".

If it's a little less, just a little less.

"I wonder what will happen to my consciousness after 'eating' these..."

"Will there be a breakthrough?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, full of expectation.

Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked in all the essence into his mouth.

In an instant, an ancient and mysterious divine thought impacted the sea of ​​consciousness in Mo Hua.

The spiritual essence of Tao Dao, like blood threads, seeps into the incarnation of spiritual consciousness in the ink painting.

These "divine marrow blood threads" are woven layer by layer with an obscure pattern that secretly fits the pattern of the "Mysterious Sky Formation", solidifying the divine thoughts painted in ink.

It is as if on the foundation of Taoism, the divine marrow is used as the bricks and stones to build the steps to ascend to the gods.

Suddenly, the ink painting has an illusion.

He has already stepped into the taboo of the gods with one foot.

All things in the world, and thousands of living things, are all the stupid dogs in one's own eyes and the dust under one's feet.

They believe in themselves, worship themselves, and are dominated and enslaved by themselves.

The clarity and agility in his eyes gradually faded.

Instead, there was a majestic and indifferent light golden color.

This light golden color, with the essence of the spirit as its nourishment and the eyes as its windows, gradually spreads, seeps into the incarnation of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts, and merges with his spiritual body.

The whole body of the ink painting is faintly glowing with gold, making it look like a "god".

His cute face gradually became majestic, and the arrogance and indifference in his eyes became more and more profound...

At the same time, the humanity in him is also "disappeared" bit by bit...

At this moment, the Taoist stele suddenly vibrated.

The ancient, clumsy yet clear voice resounds through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua's expression was shocked, and he came back to his senses in an instant, and immediately began to meditate, searching for his true heart amidst the confused thoughts of being assimilated by the "gods".

His Taoist heart was illuminated by divinity, but it was also barren.

Ink painting tries its best to meditate and reflect on the original heart.

From childhood to adulthood, bit by bit in his memory began to gradually come back to life.

The people he met and the things he experienced emerged one by one.

Parents, Elder Yu, friends, master, puppet elder, junior brother, junior sister...

Joy, anger, sorrow, separation and reunion, all kinds of emotions gradually came to my mind.

The barren heart in the ink painting seems to be nourished by the spring rain, and the human nature is gradually recovering.

The cold and solemn light golden color in his eyes gradually faded away, and the clarity and agility in his eyes gradually filled up again.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua's gaze returned to normal.

All those pale golden marrows were restrained, gathered within the incarnation of his spiritual consciousness, and integrated into the "flesh and blood" of his spiritual consciousness...

Mo Hua looked at his hands and frowned.

His consciousness has not been enhanced.

In other words, it has been enhanced a little, but not much, and it is still stuck at the realm of sixteen lines.

But his consciousness seemed to have "qualitatively changed" again.

In the deepest part of his spiritual body, there is already a faint, continuous stream of pale golden "blood of god".

This is his own golden "marrow" that he devoured and refined!

He felt that his spiritual consciousness was now "qualitatively" different in a real sense.

This is the consciousness of "gods".

His consciousness is stronger.

But this kind of power is not reflected in the realm, but in the "divine quality".

These seem to be two completely different dimensions of consciousness.

This is also the difference between monks and gods.

Mo Hua was a little confused and a little uneasy.

The feeling just now was still engraved in his heart, and the bit of spiritual essence he swallowed almost wiped out his "humanity" and almost assimilated his "Tao heart".

He almost forgot everything about being a "human" and regarded himself as a "god" who was above and overlooking all living beings.

This is just "eating" a "sheep's eye".

If he eats more, will he simply forget who he is and completely become a cold, young "god"?

Mo Hua frowned.

The master wants to "enlighten the Tao with his divine consciousness", but he doesn't seem to say that he wants to "conquer the gods" with his own spiritual consciousness...

This seems like a two-way street?

Mo Hua is a little confused, feeling confused and confused.

"In the final analysis, I still know too little about gods..."

Mo Hua sighed.

"Forget it, I've eaten it anyway, there's no point in worrying now."

Moreover, the spiritual consciousness has indeed been enhanced, but it is not an improvement in realm.

But people must be content and not be too greedy.

I am currently in the early stage of foundation building, and my spiritual consciousness has reached the limit of the middle stage of foundation building.

If we break through again, we will reach the spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building, then that's okay...
To be continued...