The old man in black robe said: "Substitute someone."

Mr. Xuan nodded.

So, this golden hoop lamp was placed on the head of Mr. Hui.

Mr. Hui Erye has always used others to "light the lamp" in his life, and he probably never thought that one day, his head would be lit by others.

The human lamp was lit again, and the smoke of spiritual consciousness curled up.

Second Master Hui is a golden elixir, and his spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of Shen Qingsheng.

But what is surprising is that his spiritual consciousness is even more complicated than that of Shen Qingsheng. It seems that he is too old, has complicated thoughts, and is too greedy.

In addition, he had been bitten by a corpse ghost, and his spiritual thoughts were already filled with filth.

Therefore, not all ghosts are willing to eat the smoke produced by his spiritual thoughts, and the effect will naturally be less effective.

Although it is worse, it is a golden elixir after all, so it is more resistant to "burning".

After walking a long way, he showed signs of exhaustion of consciousness.

"Change again." The old man in black robe said.

So the lighters were replaced with stones.

Shitou's spiritual thoughts are much better than Second Master Hui's. His thoughts seem not as complicated as Second Master Hui's, and his greed is not as heavy.

But he is a physical practitioner, a bit stupid, and doesn't like to use his brain.

Therefore, the smell of the smoke from the burning spirit is a bit bland.

However, with the protection of the divine mist lamp, the quality of the human lamp does not have such a big impact, as long as it can be lit.

In this way, everyone continued to cross the golden dojo and move forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the majestic hall of the gods in the distance was already visible to the naked eye, and the imperial tomb in the wilderness seemed to be close before our eyes.

But at this moment, the stone's consciousness was about to burn out, and the human lamp was about to go out.

There is still a short distance to go before leaving the dojo.

Shen Qingsheng, Hui Erye, and Shi Shi have all been lit, and the only one left is the ink painting.

Naturally, these demon cultivators will not use their own spiritual thoughts to light lamps.

But ink painting...

Mr. Xuan was somewhat hesitant. He kept the ink paintings, which were of great use, but he was somewhat reluctant to use them to light lamps.

If you lose your mind, you will lose a good slave.

The old man in black robe also hesitated.

But seeing that the lights were about to run out, there seemed to be no other choice.

"Just order it." The old man in black robe said.

"Um."

Mr. Xuan thought for a moment, nodded, took off the golden hoop from the top of Shi Shi's head, and turned it to Mo Hua's head.

Mo Hua wanted to resist, but he didn't dare to move.

After all, he is now a "puppet" of the Taoist demon and cannot have independent consciousness.

Moreover, there are golden elixir demon cultivators all around, each one more powerful than the other.

"Just light up people's lamps..."

At most, it's just a little bit of spiritual awareness, which shouldn't be a big deal.

Furthermore, he has long been accustomed to the loss, damage, or even exhaustion of his spiritual consciousness. It would not be a big deal if he had some spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua stood motionless, and Mr. Xuan still fastened the golden hoop of the human lamp on his forehead.

Afterwards, Mr. Xuan began to light the lamps.

The light was on for a while, but there was no response at all.

"What's going on?" Mr. Xuan was startled.

The old man in black robe also frowned.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, not quite sure, so he looked inside and sensed it, and then he slowly understood.

His Shen Nian Gong was transformed into a Taoist form, and it was as integrated as copper poured into gold. A human lamp could not move at all.

If you can't draw your consciousness, you can't light the lamp.

Being watched by the black-robed old man and Mr. Xuan, Mo Hua had no choice but to "let go".

He took the initiative to release part of his spiritual consciousness and fed it to the human lamp for burning.

The lamp burned slowly.

"alright……"

Mr. Xuan nodded slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he was stunned again.

The light of the human lamp is getting brighter and brighter.

A wisp of pure golden smoke floated into the air.
Chapter completed!