Chapter 970: Infant

Shen Qingsheng's heart and guts split open, and he struggled to say, "Don't, don't kill me!"

"I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, you cannot kill me!"

"If you kill me, my father will kill you, and the Shen family will not let you off—"

Mo Hua suddenly stopped.

Shen Qingsheng froze, then screamed, "You know fear, that's good! Quickly, release me!"

Mo Hua slowly approached Shen Qingsheng, extended his palm, and placed it on Shen Qingsheng's head.

Shen Qingsheng was terrified, and then he felt a wave of warmth like light, pure to the extreme mental energy, slowly flowing into his body, nourishing his divine sense, like a "god's" blessing, making him feel unprecedentedly powerful.

Shen Qingsheng rejoiced in his heart, then was confused and didn't understand. "You—what are you doing?"

Mo Hua said gently, "You are too thin, not enough for them to eat."

"I'll fatten you up a bit, strengthen you a bit, so they can eat more and be fuller."

Fatten him up a bit?!

Shen Qingsheng was terrified in his heart, his eyes about to pop out, and he roared, "Mo Hua! You evil ghost! Are you still human?"

Mo Hua smiled faintly, "I am being kind, letting you also taste the feeling of being eaten, having your blood sucked, and your bones gnawed." His smile was innocent and profound, sacred and strange.

Shen Qingsheng's expression was terrified, and only then did he realize that he fundamentally didn't know who this innocent-looking Tai Xu Sect disciple was.

Mo Hua injected his mental energy into Shen Qingsheng, watching him gradually become "fat" and "strong," and when he felt it was about right, he condensed his mental energy into a rope and threw Shen Qingsheng towards the sky like flying a kite.

Just like throwing a piece of meat to a pack of hungry wolves.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

For a time, ten thousand wronged souls and ghosts surged up, pouncing on Shen Qingsheng, tearing and biting his divine sense,

And sucking his divine soul.

The Shen family had caused their families to be broken, their people to perish, their flesh and blood separated, to die in the dark underground, to be enslaved by the evil fetus, and never see the light of day.

These people, in life, hated the Shen family so much that they wanted to eat their flesh raw and drink their blood.

Now, after death, they finally got to eat the divine soul of the Shen family.

They tasted the sweetness of revenge.

Moreover, this was Shen Shouhang's only son.

The long-accumulated resentment was finally released, and the blood karma was finally resolved.

As the wronged souls and fierce ghosts that swallowed Shen Qingsheng's divine sense, their yin energy and spiritual energy gradually faded.

The evil energy in the entire temple also weakened by a few points.

And these enslaved wronged souls were nourishment for the evil fetus.

Their grievances were resolved.

The oppressive force brought by the evil fetus to Mo Hua also reduced significantly.

And in the darkness, Mo Hua still felt a trace of sinister "gratitude," as if he had accumulated some good "karma" by ending the resentment of these fierce ghosts.

Or rather, was this more like a kind of "merit"?

Mo Hua was slightly satisfied.

He didn't understand much about merit and didn't care too much.

Everything followed the way of heaven and depended on the principles of heaven, without forgetting the original heart, and without deliberately seeking merit.

Mo Hua turned and left.

Shen Qingsheng was like a "kite," hanging in the sky, being torn and bitten by ten thousand ghosts, his soul swallowed and his marrow sucked.

He finally experienced the heart-wrenching pain of being exploited, having his blood sucked, and his bones gnawed, and he experienced the long suffering and despair like a dull knife cutting through flesh.

Only death awaited him.

Shen Qingsheng looked at Mo Hua walking away and roared angrily:

"Mo Hua!"

"Mo Hua—even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!!"

Mo Hua, who was halfway through, was startled when he heard the words, turned his head to look at Shen Qingsheng, and smiled indifferently, "That might really be—seeking it but not getting it."

If you were human, I would still be considered gentle to you.

But if you become a ghost, then you will know how terrifying I really am—

Shen Qingsheng was swallowed by the wronged souls and fierce ghosts, and his karma was gradually dissolving.

Mo Hua turned and left, continuing to walk towards the depths of the temple.

After walking for a while, he suddenly felt divine sense fluctuations transmitted from a distance. Mo Hua followed the movement and saw not far away, Gu Master and Fan Jin, one using a sword and the other a hammer, engaged in a bitter fight with a group of evil ghosts.

They were Jindan cultivators and possessed Jindan realm divine awareness.

However, they were not array masters, their divine awareness lacked tempering, and they did not know the method of divine sense, so they could only rely on their own divine awareness foundation and instincts to fight with a group of evil ghosts.

At most, they could manifest some natal magical treasures as weapons,

But like this, their killing ability was too weak, and they couldn't deliver a fatal blow to the evil ghosts.

Instead, a group of evil ghosts surrounded them, and as long as they found a flaw, they would rush up and bite, gnawing off a piece of divine sense flesh.

Gu Master and the other person were suffering unbearably, their divine sense was gradually weakening, and they were already gradually approaching their limit.

"Damn—this old man won't explain here, will he? To his death, he's still just a broken cannon officer—" Fan Jin was unwilling in his heart, and he desperately smashed his big hammer towards a wandering soul.

The wandering soul was smashed into pieces, then twisted a few times, and recovered as before.

Fan Jin's scalp was numb, "What the hell are these damned things—"

Gu Master used a long sword to split an evil ghost into two halves, and then he saw the evil ghost fuse back together,

A trace of despair was born in his heart.

This was the first time the two of them had personally encountered this kind of divine sense level ghost.

This kind of strange existence was beyond ordinary cognition.

And deeper in, there were still who knows how many fierce ghosts.

According to the current situation, not only could they not save the young master Mo, but the two of them themselves were likely in disaster.

"The cultivation world is truly dangerous and unpredictable, with killing everywhere—"

The evil ghosts were still constantly tearing, biting, and surrounding them.

The hearts of the two people also gradually grew cold.

Just when they were close to despair, the surrounding evil ghosts suddenly howled sharply and scattered like birds and beasts.

Gu Master and the other person were shocked, looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, and then felt the joy of surviving a disaster.

But the next moment, the two were simultaneously shocked and suddenly realized something.

The evil ghosts were greedy for their flesh and could not suddenly retreat.

If they retreated, it only meant that these evil ghosts had encountered something even more terrifying.

Something more terrifying—

Not far away, an obscure but powerful aura, mixed with strange pressure, was transmitted—

"Here?!"

Their hands and feet were ice cold, and the hearts they had just put down instantly rose again. They all turned their heads in terror to look,

And then they saw a child smiling and waving at them.

"Gu Master, Canon Officer Fan, I found you."

Gu Master and Canon Officer Fan were as stupid as wooden chickens, stunned for half a day, and then slowly reacted, "—Young Master Mo?"

"Um." Mo Hua nodded.

"You—how did you become like this?" Canon Officer Fan said somewhat stutteringly.

Mo Hua sighed slightly, "It's a long story—"

Everyone who saw him asked this once, and he was already too lazy to answer.

He couldn't tell the truth either.

It was impossible for him to say that because he cultivated the "Tian Yan Jue," his divine sense had changed, so he would never grow up—

Gu Master and Canon Officer Fan were also very sensible and didn't ask again.

"Young Master Mo, do you know where this is—"

Gu Master asked.

He was still completely confused about the current situation.

Mo Hua simply said, "This is a dream realm, to be more precise, it's a nightmare. Mount Gushan sealed a powerful evil thing, and this evil thing woke up, so it dragged us all into this nightmare."

Gu Master nodded as if he understood something.

"Then what do we do now?"

"Let's find Elder Xun first," Mo Hua said.

"Okay." Gu Master and Canon Officer Fan both nodded.

They were already gradually getting used to taking Mo Hua as their leader.

Outside, although Mo Hua was capable, he at least didn't look too extraordinary on the outside.

But in this dream, Mo Hua seemed to have become small, but his whole body revealed an incomprehensible, powerful aura, which made Gu Master and the other person admire him sincerely.

So, Mo Hua led Gu Master and the other person and continued to walk towards the depths of the temple.

He could faintly perceive another fluctuation in the temple. After walking for a while, he indeed found Elder Xun Ziyou not far away.

Elder Xun Ziyou's situation was not too good either.

He was facing a huge, four-limbed deformed, resentful, ferocious-looking fierce ghost.

This kind of fierce ghost was fundamentally not something that ordinary Jindan cultivators could deal with.

Xun Ziyou was from the Tai Xu Sect, an elder of the sword path, proficient in sword intent. Although he had not learned the orthodox Tai Xu divine sense turning sword true formula, he could still contend with this third-grade fierce ghost relying on the inherited, pure Tai Xu sword intent.

But he was obviously at a disadvantage, and the situation was getting more and more unfavorable.

That third-grade fierce ghost bared its fangs and claws, becoming more and more rampant,

Xun Ziyou gritted his teeth and persisted, but he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Just at this time, Mo Hua and the others arrived.

Xun Ziyou saw Mo Hua and the others for the first time, and his heart immediately trembled, his expression tense as he said:

"Don't come over, run quickly!"

He was afraid that if he was not an opponent and died at the hands of this fierce ghost, Mo Hua and the others would also be in disaster.

At this moment, he could only find a way to desperately hold back this fierce ghost and give Mo Hua and the others an opportunity to escape.

But as soon as Xun Ziyou finished speaking, Mo Hua and the others still didn't move, but the fierce ghost trembled all over, its four limbs on the ground,

It tucked its tail and desperately escaped towards the distance.

Xun Ziyou was stunned for a while, not understanding the situation.

He had told Mo Hua and the others to run quickly.

But this fierce ghost—why did it run? Like it saw a "ghost"—

Mo Hua had already walked over and asked, "Elder Xun, are you alright?"

Xun Ziyou, who had experienced a bitter fight, slowly let out a breath, "Nothing."

No matter why, it was good that it ran away.

He had already faintly guessed that he might have fallen into a dream. Since it was a dream, there would always be some abnormalities and inversions.

It was good that it ran away after all.

This might be a third-grade Jindan realm fierce ghost. If it hadn't left, in the following situation, his life and death would probably be hard to say.

Xun Ziyou turned his head, stared at Mo Hua, looked left and right, sized him up for a long time, feeling both novel,

And strange, and also cute, and couldn't help but ask:

"How did you become small?"

Mo Hua sighed and said helplessly, "It's just like this in the dream."

"Why is it like this in a dream?" Xun Ziyou was a little confused.

Mo Hua originally wanted to casually make up a reason, but he soon realized that Elder Xun was not an ordinary person, he was an elder of the Tai Xu Sect, and also an old acquaintance. If the matter of his divine sense not growing bigger spread back to the Tai Xu Sect, he would lose face greatly.

"This is a kind of cultivation of heart nature," Mo Hua said seriously.

"Cultivation of heart nature?" Xun Ziyou frowned.

Mo Hua nodded and said seriously, "A cultivator does not lose his childlike heart. So my divine sense will be like this."

"A cultivator does not lose his—childlike heart." Xun Ziyou recited it once, his pupils trembled, and he suddenly thought of the words of the Tai Xu Sect ancestor, his heart filled with emotion.

He looked at Mo Hua deeply and nodded.

Mo Hua felt that Elder Xun's reaction was a little strange, but he didn't think much for a while.

After all, they were now in the evil fetus temple, and it was not suitable to stay for long.

"Since this is a dream, how do we wake up?" Fan Jin asked.

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, but had no idea. Although he was an elder of the Tai Xu Sect, his heart was entirely on the sword path, and he didn't know much about the various changes and peculiarities of divine sense.

This was something that Xun Zixian was interested in.

Xun Ziyou couldn't help but turn his head and look towards Mo Hua.

He knew that in terms of divine sense, Mo Hua had a good attainment and also had a cognition that ordinary people were hard to reach.

Mo Hua thought for a bit, then truthfully said:

"The root of the nightmare is deep in this temple. If the root is not solved, everyone can only be trapped in this nightmare and never wake up."

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and frowned:

"Since that's the case—then let's go deep into this temple. Besides this, there seems to be no other way."

However, there was still a heavy look between his brows.

The fierce ghosts outside were still so difficult to deal with, not to mention how terrifying the existence deep in this temple was. But as the matter stood now, there was no other choice.

Xun Ziyou wanted to set off, but Mo Hua shook his head, "You can't go, I can go."

Xun Ziyou was startled.

Gu Master and Fan Jin also looked at each other, somewhat confused.

In this kind of situation, Mo Hua didn't care about being humble, but said firmly, "If I go in, there is still a slim chance of survival. If you go in, you will undoubtedly die."

A drop of kindness repaid by a spring.

Elder Xun Ziyou always took good care of him.

Gu Master and Canon Officer Fan also helped him a lot.

He did not want Elder Xun and the others to die in this dream as glorious sacrifices.

If he were powerless, that would be it. Since he had this power, it was even more impossible to let the people around him have an accident.

People who should be killed must die;

People who should be saved must not be lost.

If not so, what kind of path would he cultivate, and what heaven-defying power would he seek?

Mo Hua's gaze was firm, and an extremely powerful momentum emanated from his small body.

Xun Ziyou's heart trembled as he looked at Mo Hua, he was silent for a moment, sighed, and agreed:

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Gu Master and Fan Jin wanted to say something, but seeing that Elder Xun had nodded, they could only swallow their words.

Mo Hua nodded, time was urgent, and he no longer explained, but turned around and walked alone towards the deepest part of the temple.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly thought of something, turned his head, looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, and frowned.

He felt that it was not safe for Elder Xun and the others to stay here, so he condensed his divine sense and drew some divine array diagrams:

"You stay in the array, absolutely do not come out."

Xun Ziyou and the three of them looked surprised and nodded silently.

Mo Hua then felt relieved and left.

Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua's departing back, then lowered his head to look at the exquisite golden array on the ground,

He couldn't help but frown.

"What kind of array is this—"

In the dream demon world, the arrays laid down by Mo Hua were as solid as golden soup, actually making him, a Jindan elder, feel somewhat powerless...

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat, having an absurd guess:

That fierce ghost just now, didn't it tuck its tail and escape because it saw Mo Hua?

No way—he's only at Foundation Establishment—

Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment, and sighed in his heart, "In the end, I still underestimated this child—"

"It's still the old ancestor, he is elderly, far-sighted, and discerning—"

Xun Ziyou lifted his head and found that Mo Hua's figure had already gradually gone far and disappeared into the depths of the temple.

"Ancestors of the Tai Xu Sect, bless us, may there be no accidents, absolutely no accidents—"

The deepest part of the temple.

In front of Mo Hua stood a golden gate.

On the gate were carved various beautiful reliefs.

Just now, these reliefs were covered with a layer of evil, soaked in black blood, stained with rotten flesh, emitting a sinister aura.

Behind the gate was the evil fetus.

A heart-pounding fluctuation was transmitted from behind the door.

Mo Hua's expression changed slightly.

A third-grade peak divine fetus was fundamentally not on the same level as ordinary evil. To be honest, he didn't have much confidence.

But this was the only way out.

If he wanted to break the dream, he had to solve this evil fetus.

Fortunately, when he sacrificed Shen Qingsheng before, he ended some karma and resolved some resentment, thereby weakening the foundation of the evil fetus to a certain extent.

With less pain, despair, and deep resentment karma supplied by the wronged souls and fierce ghosts, the evil fetus would be weakened to some extent.

Although it might not weaken much, this was the most Mo Hua could do at present.

The more he fought the strong with the weak, the more he had to exhaust all means, accumulate every bit of advantage, and create a winning situation little by little.

Mo Hua slowly took a breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the temple gate.

The gate was slowly pushed open.

Boundless death energy, bone-chilling cold energy, and sinister evil energy rushed towards him like a tide.

Mo Hua broke through these yin energies and stepped into the great hall.

The scene inside the hall was reflected in Mo Hua's eyes one by one.

A grand, magnificent, but evil and rotten hall.

A dragon coffin stained with dirty flesh that had already been opened.

Kneeling in front of the dragon coffin, his flesh corroded and turned into nothingness, his body mutated, fused with the dragon bones, was the dead second elder.

On the ground, there was also a body with its belly cut open.

It was Elder Xiong Hei.

But now, his body was already in pieces. A python snake had its skin peeled off and was thrown on the ground, and there was a bear claw, which was being gnawed by a deformed monster in the middle.

Detecting Mo Hua's arrival, this "monster" paused for a moment and slowly turned over.

Mo Hua's pupils trembled.

This was a deformed, chaotic, twisted monster born from mixing various flesh.

Its body was huge, flowing with black blood, and growing out of control deformed flesh tumors.

And its face was narrow and sinister, its eyes were black and red, and in its eyes revealed ice-cold cruelty and pure evil thoughts.

This was—Mount Huang Jun!

The body of the evil fetus was a blackened, fallen Mount Huang Jun mixed with various demon flesh.