In the glorious and solemn, eerie temple.

Thousands of changing thoughts are intertwined, strong spiritual thoughts are strangled, and vibrations come and go.

Mo Hua and Xie Fei are fighting with all their strength.

In the tense killing situation, Mo Hua seized the opportunity and condensed a fireball.

The fireball roared out and hit the evil fetus, the blackened and fallen "Huangshan Jun", and only a few sparks were exploded.

Huang Shanjun swung out a huge bloody claw with his backhand, Mo Hua couldn't avoid it, and a bloody gash was torn out on his arm.

He was shocked and quickly activated the golden marrow to repair his injuries.

And the attack of the evil fetus came again in an instant.

A blood-colored halberd with the condensed souls of enemies appeared out of thin air and chopped off his head.

Mo Hua used all his strength to move the water step, and dodged it after narrowly missing. Then he held the palm of his backhand emptyly and condensed the water prison technique, seven water prisons, to tightly bind the evil fetus.

As soon as the evil fetus raised his hand, the water prisons burst apart and dissipated into water light. With a move of his legs, the black shadow flashed and he approached Mo Hua. With just one slap, the ink painting flew away.

Mo Hua felt severe pain in his bones all over his body. In mid-air, he forcibly adjusted his posture, put his feet on the ground, and slid backwards for a long time before he stabilized his body.

But the next moment, there was a flash of blood, and the evil fetus's killing move came again.

The black blood was like a blade, piercing Mo Hua's heart.

Mo Hua instinctively avoided the vital point, but was still stabbed by the bloody blade in the shoulder. He rolled several times on the ground, looking miserable.

The evil fetus took a step forward and approached the ink painting again.

It clenched its deformed claws, condensed a filthy halberd, and stabbed Mo Hua.

But the next moment, golden light suddenly appeared.

Densely dense formations appeared.

This is the formation secretly manifested by Mo Hua.

The golden light turned into chains, locking the evil fetus tightly. The surrounding earth fire surged, magma flowed, and explosions of spiritual thoughts came one after another, burning the evil fetus' body bit by bit.

With only a slight tug, the evil fetus tore off the chains condensed by the formation one by one, and walked through the sea of ​​fire, as if walking in a hot spring, without any injuries.

Mo Hua's scalp was numb, but before he could think about it, a corrupted halberd with a sinister aura struck at his waist.

Mo Hua clenched his palm, and the sword array emerged, turning into a sword that broke gold.

The fallen halberd and the broken gold sword are handed over.

The golden sword energy and the black and red evil energy separated each other and strangled each other. The remaining strength directly knocked the ink painting away.

The ink painting shows the tiger's mouth is in pain and bleeding.

He continued to use the marrow to repair his injuries, but found that part of his marrow had been contaminated by the black blood of the evil fetus.

Mo Hua was heartbroken.

These essences were all gained through hard work and praise.

Now when it is polluted, it becomes useless.

There was a flash of blood and a fishy wind blowing against his face, and Mo Hua knew by feel that the evil fetus was coming to kill again.

When he raised his head, he saw a blade, stained with black blood and rotten flesh, stabbing straight into his head.

The Broken Gold Sword was broken into pieces. Mo Hua grabbed it with his backhand and condensed a Tai'a Kaishan Sword. The sword's meaning was as deep as a mountain, and it met Xie Fei's halberd.

For a moment, the evil god and the demigod-level divine thoughts were facing each other head-on again.

The aura of corruption and the aura of the golden god intertwined and vibrated, spreading to all directions.

In the midst of the flash of swords and shadows, Mo Hua fought the evil fetus for nearly a hundred rounds.

There were scars one after another on his spiritual incarnation, with flesh and blood exposed, and some even penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

But this evil fetus, despite the turmoil of evil energy, its body was still intact.

A third-grade peak evil fetus, with a dark and evil divine body, solid as substance, like gold and iron armor, invulnerable to water and fire spells, and indestructible to swords transformed by divine thoughts.

"This can't go on like this-" Mo Hua looked solemn.

After that, he fought with the evil fetus for a few more rounds, but by mistake, he was sent flying by the halberd again.

Mo Hua just took advantage of the situation and stepped back a few feet to distance himself. After standing still, he raised his hands above his head, his eyes were deep and his sword intent was rising.

Various five-element sword formations and the laws of Taixu swordsmanship circulated around his body, gathered between his palms, and formed the shape of a giant sword...

Between the eyes of the ink painting, there is a murderous intent.

Spells can't hurt you.

The formation cannot trap you.

The Sword Form cannot break your armor.

I don’t believe that the God-Slaying Style of Taixu Zhenjue can’t cut off your bones!

Mo Hua held his hands empty, and the huge God-Slaying Sword condensed little by little—·

But before he could finish manifesting, a figure that was faster than before, as fast as lightning, approached him.

A filthy halberd stained with black blood stabbed him straight in the face.

"It's too late!"

Mo Hua's face turned pale, and he could only grit his teeth and chop down the uncondensed God-Slaying Sword.

Before the sword intent had been condensed, the half-step God-Slaying Sword Style and the fallen halberd filled with the power of the evil god struck together.

In an instant, the temple shook.

The fluctuation of spiritual thoughts, which was more terrifying than before, spread out instantly like a hurricane. The entire dream demon was filled with wind and clouds, and the souls of injustice howled loudly.

The faces of Xun Ziyou and several other people outside the main hall changed dramatically.

They can feel that the tremor in their souls is a force that is enough to annihilate their souls.

Even the escaping power made them feel irresistible.

They could never imagine what kind of terrifying battle was taking place in the hall at this time.

Even Xun Ziyou, a senior elder of the Taixu Sect in the late Jindan period, felt frightened for a moment.

"This is—an ink painting?"

"What the hell is he fighting against—"

The movement was so terrifying.

Master Gu and Fan Diansi on the side were even pale and stunned.

"Who exactly is Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo?"

"It should————·It's "human"——"

Deep in the hall.

A dirty halberd stained with black blood was broken and abandoned on the ground.

An evil fetus that looks like Huangshan Lord, is wearing evil magic armor, and has deformed flesh and blood, standing on the same spot.

There was a wound on his shoulder. The flesh and blood squirmed in the wound, the evil energy festered, and dirty blood dripped down bit by bit.

The evil fetus was motionless and seemed a little strange.

The ink painting on the side took advantage of this gap to breathe heavily.

But before he could take a few breaths, the evil fetus's skin and flesh had already begun to sew together, and the evil energy gradually revived.

The broken evil god's halberd reappeared in its hand.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and took a breath of cold air.

"Too strong.—"

Since the fight, Mo Hua has gradually understood.

This evil fetus is an evil fetus that failed to arrive. In other words, it is the "stillborn fetus" of an evil god. It has a stronger death energy than ordinary evil gods.

It should be unconscious, with only the remaining instincts of devouring and killing.

And its own existence combines too many things.

It has the origin of the evil god, the flesh and blood of the demon, the pain and despair of more than 100,000 mine workers in Gushan, and the evil spirit born under the oppression of despair.

Chaos, deformity, a mixture of flesh and blood.

The powerful, chaotic and deformed node that Mo Hua sensed on the tree of divine authority in the wilderness now seems to be probably the evil fetus of this lonely mountain.

And the strongest component in this evil fetus is Huangshan Jun.

A god at the pinnacle of the third level.

After Huangshan Jun was beheaded that year, the huge remains of the god seemed to have fallen into the hands of the evil god and became the "medium" for him to hatch evil fetuses and bring them to the world.
To be continued...