The sword blade pierced the head, and the golden light gradually dispersed, splitting apart the evil infant, which was pitch black, mixed with evil energy, black blood, and filthy like amniotic fluid.

It was shocked, angry, frightened, but helpless.

The shock of the Jingshen Sword still existed, and it could not break away from Mo Hua's hands that strangled his throat. The amazing sword intent condensed in the form of a sword penetrated deeply into its head, and the sword energy strangled it.

"You...damn..."

The Evil Infant's voice was full of shrill screams.

Mo Hua remained indifferent, but instead circulated all the spiritual thoughts in his body, condensed stronger sword intent, and poured it all into the sword of divine thoughts.

The evil god's embryo has an innate memory and cannot be allowed to grow.

Therefore, we must seize the opportunity, use all our killing moves, and use thunder to kill him completely.

Sword energy and black energy are intertwined.

I don't know how long the stalemate lasted, but the evil infant finally lost its mind. It looked dazed, its pupils were dilated, and it no longer struggled. The black blood on its body also dried up bit by bit, and its evil energy was wiped out bit by bit by the sword's light.

Eventually, it completely dissipated.

Mo Hua frowned and let go of his consciousness to sense the surroundings. He didn't find any strange aura, so he felt relieved.

But at the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart.

"Is this death?"

"Both body and soul were destroyed, not even ashes were left?"

Mo Hua shook his head:

"He's so evil and has goat's horns. I thought he was some kind of powerful enemy, but it turns out he's just this kind of thing, a fledgling lamb..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly, a little disdainfully.

But he only talked about it, but he knew very well in his heart that the strength of this evil infant was the strongest evil thought body he had ever encountered.

The soul is strange and powerful, with a gifted inheritance.

If we really let it grow for a while, until it matures and completes its transformation, it's really hard to say whether it will win or lose.

And even now, he has strangled this "evil baby" in the cradle, but he has also paid a lot of price.

The soul's injuries worsened.

His spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted.

If it weren't for the resumption of the Divine Mind Formation and the two sword moves of the Divine Mind Transformation Sword, the Jingshen Style and the Sword Transformation Style, he would have always kept it in his hand as a trump card, and used them together at the critical moment to reverse the situation.

I'm afraid that even if the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, we may not be able to kill this evil baby with ram's horns.

After the hard fight, my soul began to feel a dull pain again, and my spiritual thoughts were also a little weak.

Mo Hua frowned.

"I need to take a rest first..."

Mo Hua murmured, and then directly cut off the connection with the Tree of Divine Power, and his spiritual thoughts left the altar and returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.

After reaching his own sea of ​​consciousness, there was no longer any trouble from evil spirits. Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to calm down and meditate.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the ink painting holds its breath and calms the mind, sitting quietly.

As he focused on nothing else, closed his eyes and meditated peacefully, his disordered soul gradually calmed down, and his over-exhausted spiritual thoughts also recovered little by little.

But in a corner where no one is paying attention.

A trace of black energy is also gradually growing.

This black energy is very obscure, but it is also filled with strong evil thoughts. It was born from nothingness, revived little by little, grew stronger little by little, and finally condensed together and turned into a dark ram-horned demon snake. From behind the ink painting, a flow of water spread out.

With a big mouth full of black blood, he bit it down suddenly.

But before it could bite, a white and tender hand had already grasped its neck.

At some point, Mo Hua opened his eyes and looked at it curiously.

The black snake with ram's horns struggled on its own.

The palms painted in ink are like iron pliers, motionless.

In the end, the black energy dissipated directly, escaped from Mo Hua's hand, regrouped in the distance, and turned into the ugly and weird evil baby with a black body and goat's horns.

It looked at the ink painting with vicious eyes and said in a gloomy voice:

"You know I'm possessed by you?"

Mo Hua was silent.

He did know that this evil infant was possessed by him.

Just now, in his perception, the evil infant was indeed killed by him, his soul was extinguished, and there was no trace of breath left.

But Mo Hua knew that things were never that simple.

He has fought against evil gods so many times, and some incarnations of divine skeletons are still very difficult to deal with, let alone this "god fetus" with a stronger original aura.

It cannot be killed by yourself and it will die.

But the ink painting is a bit confusing.

This evil baby has attached itself to his body...but where exactly is it attached?

He went back and forth just now, sensing it many times, but he didn't notice even a trace of the evil god's aura.

If so, then the ability of the evil god to hide and hide is truly terrifying...

It is estimated that there are not many monks of the same realm in this world who can withstand the "infiltration" of the evil god...

The expression in the ink painting is a bit serious.

The evil infant saw the ink painting and didn't know what it was contemplating. It ignored it and became a little angry. But after a moment, it smiled coldly:

"Condensing formations out of thin air, transforming spiritual thoughts into sword tactics... In my inherited memory, you are indeed the most powerful among all low-level Shinto beings."

"Even some second-grade gods who are born according to the principles of heaven and earth are far inferior to you."

"I am an evil god. I pollute and corrupt some gods who are not good at killing. It is effortless. But you, I have to admit that with my ability that has not yet awakened, I really can't kill you."

"This is my recognition of you. You are proud of yourself."

Mo Hua curled his lips and dismissed it.

Xie Ying's forehead jumped as he tolerated Mo Hua's rudeness.

Only the rudeness of the weak will be considered offensive.

The rudeness of the strong always gets more tolerance.

The two sides have been fighting until now. As the womb of the Great Wilderness Evil God, the Evil Infant has more tolerance towards Mo Hua.

"I admit that I can't kill you, but you should also know that you can't kill me either."

"My soul comes from the Lord of the Wilderness;"

"My existence spans tens of thousands of years;"

"My will will remain immortal in the divine way."

"Once the divine fetus is completed, it is a seed of an evil god. Like the evil god, it is immortal..."

"This is my last advice to you, and it is also my reward to you, the last chance..."

The evil infant's face showed irresistible majesty:

"Submit to me, and you will receive the gift of immortality; otherwise, you will surely sink into three thousand purgatory, and your soul will be destroyed!"

Mo Hua said casually: "I have already said that I can surrender to you, but you have to cut some of the marrow for me to eat every day. You are reluctant to cut the marrow, and you just ask me to sacrifice my life for you. How can such a good thing be possible?"

The evil infant had murderous intent on his face, "He is too greedy and stubborn."

It lost its patience, let out a terrifying cry, and transformed into a half-grown ram-horned demon general, carrying the evil wind and killing Mo Hua.

Mo Hua clenched his right hand, condensed a golden sword, and also killed him.

One person and one devil.

A demigod and an evil god fought together again in Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

For a moment, the demonic energy was raging and the sword energy was flying.

It's just that the soul of Mo Hua was injured and his spiritual thoughts were out of control.

The evil infant was not much better either. It was first injured by Mo Hua's Lishan Cremation Formation, and then was shocked by the Soul-Shocking Sword. Finally, it was pierced through the head by the Sword Transformation Style. The injuries were not lighter than Mo Hua's.

Both sides were wounded, so the scale of the battle was much smaller than before, but it was no less dangerous.

Finally, after countless rounds of fierce fighting.

Proficient in spiritual spells, formations, and ink paintings of spiritual swords, he is still better than the newborn divine fetus.

He exhausted the Divine Fetal's spiritual thoughts, tied it up with the Water Prison Technique, restrained it with the Golden Lock Formation, and then took care of it bit by bit.

First, use the five elements of water and fire magic.
To be continued...