Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Qingsheng.

Shen Qingsheng's facial features were distorted and he had a ferocious look on his face, "Go to hell, you little beast!"

Mo Hua looked puzzled, "Why——·

"Why?" Shen Qingsheng smiled, "Why? I have wanted to kill you for a long time. Do you think I am joking with you? What's more, although I don't know what my father told you, I The secrets of the Shen family,

You seem to already know, so I can’t keep you—"

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, "Did you know about those things about the Shen family from the beginning?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, "My father kept it secret from me and didn't tell me. He thought I wouldn't be able to find out?"

"Isn't it just murder? How serious is it?"

"What's more, those lowly mining repairmen were killed, so what's the big deal?"

"Can the life of a servant be life?"

Mo Hua looked calm and said: "This is all what your father taught you?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "Do you still need to be taught this kind of thing?"

"Who am I? I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, and I was born to be a master!"

"Since one is superior to others, one must have the consciousness that one is superior to others."

"Those despicable people only want to be humble to me. Even if they treat me as the dogs of the Shen family, they still want to see my face."

"Isn't this the kind of life my father worked so hard for me to live?"

"The funny thing is that my father killed so many people and had bloody hands before he could reach the position of a powerful elder. Instead, he told me every day that he should follow the right path, practice diligently, be kind to others, and sympathize with the weak."

Shen Qingsheng suddenly sneered, "I don't even know what he is teaching me. Doesn't he think these sanctimonious words are ridiculous when he says them himself?

"Those lowly casual cultivators have lived in poverty all their lives. What is there to sympathize with?"

The ink painting looked indifferent, "The prosperity of your Shen family and your fine clothing and food are all based on their poverty."

Shen Qingsheng was stunned for a moment, then sneered:

"Then blame them for their own incompetence. No matter whether they are poor or miserable, it is their fate and they deserve it.

What does it have to do with my Shen family?"

As soon as these words came out, the ghosts in the dojo gathered and screamed.

The huge evil ghost also appeared.

Mo Hua's chest was penetrated by a long sword.

Shen Qingsheng smoothly pushed the ink painting into the dojo, into the center where the ghosts of injustice were raging and the evil energy was dense.

"Since you care about these poor ghosts who died in Gushan, then use yourself to feed them————

Shen Qingsheng said with a cruel smile.

The divine mist formation drawn by the ink was broken, the aura was exposed, and the long sword penetrated the chest, making it impossible to escape.

The thin body was chased by thousands of vicious ghosts, and the huge and terrifying ghosts that surrounded him bit by bit also came behind Mo Hua and opened his bloody mouth.

The smile on Shen Qingsheng's face became more and more proud.

But in just a moment, the smile on his face gradually cooled down, and was replaced by unbelievable horror.

In his eyes, the sky is filled with vicious ghosts of injustice, roaring around the ink painting, like a monstrous tsunami, almost ready to swallow everything.

But none of them dared to really get close to the ink painting.

Even after the huge fierce ghost opened its bloody mouth at the ink painting, it was unknown whether it noticed something or not. There was fear in its ugly eyes, and it backed away little by little.

Ghosts and monsters danced wildly, covering the sky and the earth.

That small figure stood naturally, impervious to all ghosts.

It's like a little king of hell suppressing the underworld.

A huge chill spread from the bottom of his heart little by little. Shen Qingsheng's pupils slowly dilated and he struggled to turn around and run away.

But a golden light flashed.

A golden sword shot through the air, pierced Shen Qingsheng's thigh, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng struggled a few times, but the more he struggled, the more painful it became, and he quickly turned his head.

With a nonchalant expression, Mo Hua pulled out Shen Qingsheng's plotting sword from his chest, pinched it lightly with his fingers, and crushed it into powder.

"Your Taoist heart is rotten——·

Shen Qingsheng looked horrified.

Mo Hua stretched out his white palm and grasped the void.

Light blue, with a hint of blood-colored evil aura, the water light emerged, and the suffocating water prison technique condensed, tightly binding Shen Qingsheng, and then dragged it bit by bit towards the dojo, bit by bit towards thousands of innocent souls In the salivating mouth.

"You should pay your father's debt first——"
Chapter completed!