Mo Hua looked at the empty hilltop and sighed.

Moreover, he also realized that this was not going to work.

This kind of killing is too cruel. Don't let me kill all the Demon Refining Mountain one day.

"When I go back, I need to find a way and formulate some rules to ensure the sustainable reproduction of monsters in Monster Refining Mountain..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Otherwise, before he came, Demon Refining Mountain was fine.

After he came, all the monsters in the mountain were wiped out.

Doesn't it look like he is like a "disaster star"?

No, no, no...

Mo Hua shook his head repeatedly.

After that, he continued to look for monsters.

But after wandering around for a while, I couldn't find a suitable target. Occasionally I saw a few, but they were too weak and there was no need to draw a sword.

Mo Hua had no choice but to walk a little deeper into the Demon Refining Mountain.

There should be more monsters in the depths.

Leaving the top of the mountain at Taixu Gate, we continued walking deeper. The mountain was steep, the trees were gloomy, and the miasma was heavy. As expected, there were more monsters.

Not long after, Mo Hua met a stingray rat demon.

In the middle stage of the second grade, the fur color is dark yellow, and there is a strong wind when running. Although it is a rat demon, it is still tall enough to be a person.

When the rat demon saw the lonely ink painting, the tip of its nose squirmed and it smelled the fresh human scent. It immediately rushed over without saying anything.

Monsters eat people, and they are never polite.

The ink painting condensed the fireball technique and fought with the stingray monster.

The figures of a man and a demon intertwined, the yellow wind and fireballs roared, and after dozens of rounds of fighting, Mo Hua slowly frowned.

After fighting this stingray rat monster, he realized a problem.

The real world is not like the sea of ​​consciousness.

The killing in the sea of ​​consciousness is a naked confrontation of spiritual thoughts. Each other's killing moves can directly hurt the spiritual thoughts and even the soul.

But in reality, human consciousness is stored in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The demon's demon consciousness is also stored in the sea of ​​skulls.

This is a restriction as well as a protection.

The spiritual thoughts in Mo Hua are not so powerful that they can directly penetrate flesh and blood to harm the inner spiritual consciousness or demonic consciousness of monks or monsters.

At least, he doesn't have this ability yet.

The only way is to use your eyes.

The spiritual thought turns into a sword, and comes out of Mo Hua's eyes. It must go through the eyes of other monks or monsters in order to hurt his inner consciousness.

He wanted to look into the eyes of the monster.

Monsters also want to look into his eyes.

Only in this way can the God-Slaying Sword be effective when it comes out of the body.

This is a problem that Mo Hua only realized when he had an actual battle with this stingray demon.

But the problem is that although the stingray demon in front of me is big, its eyes are very small.

Blood-red, long and narrow eyes like cat's eyes are located on both sides of the rat demon's head.

It's hard to look at the ink painting.

In addition, this sable rat demon moved quickly, running left and right, setting off a long yellow wind and rolling sand, blocking the line of sight, and the ink painting could hardly capture its eyes.

If you can't see the eyes, the God-Slaying Sword can't penetrate its flesh and blood and cut into its soul.

He couldn't use this stingray rat demon to "test the sword".

After fighting for dozens of rounds, the little eyes of the stingray demon still didn't give Mo Hua a single chance.

Mo Hua had no choice but to give up.

Although if he really wanted to kill this middle-level second-grade rat demon, he could kill it by force with some effort.

But this would take too much effort.

He went into the mountain to test his sword, not to hunt monsters.

What's more, this is the Demon Refining Mountain. Once the battle lasts for a long time and there is too much movement, it is easy to attract other monsters and get into trouble.

Mo Hua glanced at the stingray demon again, then his body flashed, turned into mist, and disappeared directly.

At this time, the stingray demon did not know that it was its small eyes that saved it.

I saw the ink painting turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.

The sable rat demon was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily.

It put its nose on the ground and sniffed for a long time, and finally smelled another delicious scent.

The stingray demon was greedy, but he hesitated in his actions.

Although its intelligence is weak, its instincts are sharp. After fighting for nearly a hundred rounds, it has noticed that this young boy from the human race is different from ordinary monks.

He doesn't seem to have any skills, he can only hit him with fireball skills, but he has a terrifying aura hidden in his body.

The stingray demon bared its teeth, but in the end did not dare to chase him. He arched his body, got into the ground, and fled to the other side.

In the woods on the other side, Mo Hua continued to look for monsters.

After that, he also encountered several monsters one after another, including wolf monsters, dog monsters, snake monsters, and bear monsters. Their realms ranged from the middle to the late second level.

But none of them allowed him to test the sword properly.

Monsters are not like humans, they come in different types and have strange shapes.

These monsters either have crooked eyes, squinted eyes, squinted eyes, small eyes, or one eye...it is not easy to look at each other at all.

There was even one, a blind one, which made Mo Hua so angry.

In addition, these monsters are all flexible and cunning in their movements.

After struggling with the ink painting for a long time, not a single sword was struck.

Not only that, because he provoked too many monsters, it actually caused riots.

Many monsters fought with each other to eat him.

But the ink painting movement technique was too flexible, and they couldn't eat the ink painting. Instead, they rolled up together and started fighting on their own.

Monsters have low intelligence and strong murderous nature. Once they fight each other and see blood, they will immediately be unable to contain their ferocity and start biting each other.

In the small mountain forest, chaos immediately broke out.

The demonic energy raged, the roar shook the mountain, and waves spread out.

Even Xun Ziyou, who was sitting at the mountain gate, heard the sounds of demonic roars coming and going.

Xunzi drank tea leisurely and didn't care much at all.

This is the Demon Refining Mountain, where there are clusters of demon beasts and demon hunting disciples. No matter what happens, there will always be a few demon roars that come from the mountains and forests in the distance.

Xun Ziyou took it for granted and didn't take it to heart, but after a while, his heart suddenly jumped.

Because he realized that today was different from usual.

Ink painting went up the mountain today!

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Ink painting is that "demon".

Wherever he goes, there's no guarantee that something will happen.

Xun Ziyou is Mo Hua's "bodyguard". He is very experienced in this kind of thing.

The mountains and forests are quiet, and the roar of demons continues.

Xun Ziyou's heart skipped a beat, and the good tea in his mouth lost its taste.

Although this commotion may not seem like a big deal, things related to ink painting are usually not simple.

Xunzi hesitated for a long time, then put down the tea cup, "No, I have to go and take a look."

He couldn't drink this tea anymore.

Go over and take a look. Even if nothing is really wrong, just take a look and feel at ease.

Xun Ziyou then rolled up his sleeves and stood up. His body swayed and turned into a sword light. He stepped on the forest tops in the mountain and fled directly to the Demon Refining Mountain.

Halfway through the journey, he gathered his breath and activated the hidden spiritual weapon, quietly shuttled through the mountains and forests, and quietly approached the top of the mountain where the monsters were turbulent.
To be continued...