Chapter 402 Eighth Floor

"Who is this person? What's his name?"

"I should remember..."

"But why can't I remember it?"

"Why can't I remember it?!"

"Sun Yi" was talking crazily and thinking painfully.

He covered his forehead with both hands, scratched his scalp, and scratched it hard until his head bled and his face was torn, but he was still thinking hard.

After a moment, he slowly stopped.

A trace of cold determination flashed in his eyes.

He dipped his finger in his own blood and tremblingly drew a formation pattern on his forehead.

The formation pattern was evil and bright red. It was not a regular formation, but a magic pattern of the Demon Sect.

After the magic pattern was formed, it seemed to come alive and absorb Sun Yi's blood and divine thoughts.

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, his blood slowly weakened, but his thoughts gradually became clear.

The fog shrouded in memory also gradually dissipated.

He finally remembered something.

"There is another... little disciple..."

"Little disciple..."

"What's his name?"

"Sun Yi" looked painful, as if he was being tortured, and finally remembered it bit by bit:

"Mo..."

"Mo... Hua!"

Mo Hua!

"Sun Yi" was excited at first, and then confused.

"Why?"

"Hide this name so deeply?"

"Who is this kid?"

A smiling face emerged in Sun Yi's memory.

This is the smiling face of a ten-year-old monk.

Innocent, kind and cute.

At the same time, his understanding of Mo Hua gradually became clear.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, first-class formation master, foundation-building consciousness..."

"Sun Yi" trembled in his heart.

Foundation-building consciousness?

So that's it...

"With such a terrifying talent, no wonder he has to hide it..."

"Sun Yi" sneered, and as he smiled, his smile gradually disappeared.

"What was I thinking just now?"

"Who erased my memory?"

"Sun Yi" was slightly angry, and endured the severe pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and once again sought the truth he had just forgotten from the fog.

He once again remembered Mo Hua's name.

Then once again, he saw Mo Hua's smiling face.

His understanding of Mo Hua became clear again.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, foundation-building consciousness..."

Before he could react, this memory was stuck and lost again.

"Sun Yi" looked cold.

He actually hid this child so deeply...

Junior brother, what exactly are you going to do?

He thought again and remembered.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, foundation-building consciousness..."

But he didn't expect that memories would be erased here.

Every time it was erased, the memory faded a little, and every time it faded a little, it became more blurred.

After countless times, there were only two vague concepts of "Seventh level of Qi Refining, foundation-building..."

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, not yet foundation-building..."

"Sun Yi" nodded.

Then he thought again, isn't this nonsense?

Qi Refining Level 7, naturally, the foundation has not been established yet.

But he thought about it carefully, and it was hazy again, and he couldn't think of anything.

"Is it a little apprentice who is here to make up the numbers?"

Sun Yi murmured.

He simply stopped caring, only remembering Mr. Zhuang, Old Kui, and the Bai family brothers and sisters, and then nodded.

Sun Yi took off his coat and wiped the blood on his face and body.

Then he tore off the dirty and old Taoist robe from the dead Sun Ji and put it on himself.

"Now it fits."

Sun Ji was tall and thin, while Sun Yi was of medium build and slightly fat.

The Taoist robe fit him just right.

"Sun Yi" opened the door again, and when it was slightly dark, he walked out alone.

The disciples of the Sun family were all startled when they saw him.

Because he was wearing an old Taoist robe, it looked very strange.

A disciple saluted and greeted Sun Yi, but he ignored them and continued to walk out, his steps deep and shallow.

Sun Yi went out of the Sun family gate.

Then he walked along the main road of Qianjia Town, without looking back, and disappeared at the end of the vast mountains.

This was the last time the Sun family disciples saw their master.

The spiritual farmers in Dongshan Village also rumored that Sun Yi, the head of the Sun family, wore a Taoist robe of a dead person and limped away, as if his soul was taken away by something.

Most people speculated that Sun Yi violated the ancestral precepts and was taken to the underworld by the Sun family ancestor to be punished.

Sun Yi never came back after that.

No one saw him again.

…

While "Sun Yi" was calculating Mo Hua's identity, Mr. Zhuang in the carriage also opened his eyes.

"Master, do you want some tea?" Mo Hua asked in a crisp voice.

Mr. Zhuang likes to take a nap, and when he wakes up, he likes to drink a sip of tea.

Mo Hua remembered the master's preferences very clearly.

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

Mo Hua poured him a cup of tea.

Mr. Zhuang seemed a little tired. After drinking Mo Hua's tea, he felt better and asked:

"Mo Hua, how can people die?"

Not only Mo Hua was stunned.

Even Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were puzzled.

They didn't know why Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked such a question.

"Uh... will you die if you are killed?"

Mo Hua said silently.

"You will die if you are hungry, and you will die if you are old..." Bai Zisheng also said.

"What does it come down to?"

Mo Hua remembered what Mr. Zhuang said about the spiritual power, blood and consciousness of the cultivators, so he tried to say:

"A monk will die if his physical body fails, if his Qi sea is shattered, he will die, if his spiritual consciousness dies, he will die..."

"In the final analysis, the monk's death is related to these three people?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.

"If someone kills you, they will start with these three things, either destroying your physical body, shattering your Qi sea, or destroying your consciousness."

Mo Hua's heart trembled, "Master, does someone want to kill me?"

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Be prepared."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded, thought for a moment, and then said doubtfully:

"Master, I understand that by killing people through the physical body and the sea of ​​qi, ordinary monastic martial arts or magic can destroy the human body, corrode the meridians, and destroy the sea of ​​qi. But killing people through spiritual consciousness...how to kill?"

"There are many methods." Mr. Zhuang said.

He looked at the ink painting, then at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and said patiently:

"One is the divine consciousness spell, which uses divine consciousness to condense the spell. It hurts other people's spiritual consciousness."

"This kind of spell is extremely rare. Don't learn it and don't use it. If you use it for a long time, your consciousness will be easily damaged."

"Furthermore, these types of spells are secretly taught in ancient times and require talent. Generally, they cannot be learned."

"The second type is spiritual consciousness parasitism, which divides the spiritual consciousness and parasitizes it on other monks."

"This is a magic trick. You should not learn it, let alone use it."

"The third type is the pollution of spiritual consciousness. In ancient times, some indescribable and filthy spiritual thoughts were sealed away to pollute other people's spiritual consciousness, causing other people's will to degenerate, their spiritual consciousness to become abnormal, and even the sea of ​​consciousness to collapse, making them inhuman. Ghost or not…"

"This is killing with a borrowed knife. But when you pollute others, you are also polluting yourself."

"If other people's consciousness is contaminated, your consciousness will not be clean either. It's just that you don't know it."

"So it's best not to use this method."

"There are other ways to kill people with spiritual consciousness, but most of them are weird and sideways, and I don't know much about them."

After Mr. Zhuang finished speaking, he looked at the three disciples and warned:

"The reason why I tell you this is that I hope you will be careful."

"Most of the means that can harm the physical body and spiritual power are visible;"

"But the danger of spiritual consciousness is often invisible."

"There are many invisible and indescribable horrors in this world, but monks have weak spiritual consciousness, so they are not aware of them at all."

"So you must be extremely careful when it comes to things related to spiritual consciousness."

"Don't peep at the people who can't peep, don't peep at the things that can't be spied on."

"When you encounter a strange person, don't talk to him, don't get entangled with him, and don't look into his eyes..."

The three disciples all looked serious and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then whispered:

"Master, if you are parasitized by someone's spiritual consciousness, is there a way to kill other people's spiritual consciousness?"

Mo Hua thought of the little ghost in the visualization picture.

It jumps to the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink, wanting to occupy the magpie's nest, using the sea of ​​​​consciousness painted in ink as a hotbed.

Although Mo Hua used the Taoist monument to suppress the kid, after a lot of twists and turns, he finally "ate" the kid.

But I was also a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

Although Taoist tablets are easy to use, they should not be relied on too much.

Otherwise, it would be very dangerous if the Dao Monument failed and he was parasitized by the imp again like before.

So Mo Hua wanted to know if there was any way to deal with parasitic spiritual thoughts without the help of Taoist monuments.

The formation seems to be okay, but drawing the formation is slow, and you can only stay in the formation without coming out, so it is still relatively passive.

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi both looked at Mo Hua in surprise.

Their little junior brother's thinking is really...different from ordinary people.

Mr. Zhuang was not surprised, but nodded and said: "Yes."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Then..."

"I can't teach you yet."

Mo Hua sighed, a little disappointed, and then said expectantly:

"Master, when can I teach?"

Mr. Zhuang’s gaze is meaningful:

"When your consciousness becomes stronger, I will teach you."

"Stronger?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "All means of dealing with spiritual thoughts must be based on the strength of spiritual consciousness..."

"As long as the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the dangers in the spiritual consciousness will naturally not be dangerous."

"With strong spiritual consciousness, all evil will be immune to invasion!"

Mr. Zhuang said in a deep voice.

If the consciousness is strong, all evil will not invade...

Mo Hua muttered silently, and then nodded expectantly:

"Okay, Master!"

…

After that, Mo Hua became even more diligent in learning formations.

Without the help of the Dao Monument, he could only use all his time to practice the thick earth formation.

As long as the carriage stopped, he would draw a formation on the ground.

Along the way, there are formations he left on the rocks and land.

He even brought some soil to the carriage to paint.

Practice the thick earth formation of the eleventh grade over and over again.

Ink painting uses this to continuously hone spiritual consciousness.

He was vaguely aware of a sense of urgency.

Mr. Zhuang never takes aim without aim.

The gentleman must have anticipated something when he raised his consciousness.

Divine consciousness kills...

That is, someone might kill him with his spiritual consciousness.

In this case, it is necessary to prepare for a rainy day.

The divine consciousness is powerful and can be protected from all evil!

The stronger your spiritual consciousness is, the safer you will be...

Mo Hua practiced day and night, and his spiritual consciousness increased significantly, but he was still a little short of the twelve lines...

And no matter how hard you practice the formation, it seems to have little effect.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

Mo Hua got up early that day, facing the rising sun, and practiced as usual.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​qi trembled slightly.

Mo Hua was stunned, and then he was happy again.

He quickly took out the spirit stone, constantly absorbed spiritual energy, refined spiritual power, ran the meridians, and accumulated spiritual power in the sea of ​​qi.

After an unknown period of time, the spiritual power condensed and the breath strengthened.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile.

The eighth level of Qi Refining!

And it's not just that.

After the realm is broken through, the consciousness will also grow.

Although compared with his foundation consciousness, his realm is only Qi Refining, and the increase in consciousness after the realm is broken through is not much.

But these little consciousnesses make up for that slight gap, allowing his consciousness to cross the threshold and successfully reach the twelve patterns!

The morning glow splashed in the mountains and sprinkled on Mo Hua.

At this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old, the eighth level of Qi Refining, and the twelve-pattern consciousness of the foundation!