Chapter 698: Sword Transformation

The rest of the people were also shocked, "It turned out to be a broken sword of a magic weapon..."

"But..." Gu An looked at it a few more times and frowned, "The method of refining this natal spiritual sword seems to be a little special.

"What's special?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

He is only in the early stage of foundation building now. He only knows a little bit about the things after the peak of foundation building, breaking through the golden elixir, and refining the natal magic weapon.

The elders of the sect also don't let the disciples be too ambitious and think about these things in advance.

Gu An explained: "Generally, when refining natal magic weapons, physical cultivation focuses on blood and qi, while spiritual cultivation focuses on spiritual power."

"The magic weapon of physical cultivation is nourished by one's own blood and qi. The person and the magic weapon are one, both offensive and defensive, and they fit each other, and they have blood.

"The magic weapon of spiritual cultivation is close to one's own spiritual power, and they are in tune with each other, and they are driven as if they were their arms, and they have their own spirituality."

"If it is a very small number of cultivators with outstanding talents and spiritual and physical cultivation, their natal magic weapon will have both blood and spirituality. "But this broken magic sword..." Gu An frowned, "It has no pure blood and no spirituality. It is clearly in the form of a magic weapon, but for some reason, it looks no different from an ordinary spiritual weapon. "

"I don't know if it's because it's been immersed in the blood pool for many years, so both the blood and the spirituality have been polluted by the evil blood and flesh..."

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and his eyes condensed slightly.

This sword is not a blood magic weapon, nor a spiritual magic weapon, but a "divine mind magic weapon" that follows the path of "divine mind into sword" and is in harmony with the divine consciousness.

But...

Mo Hua frowned, a little puzzled.

This is the second-grade state boundary. How did this third-grade sword magic weapon break?

Magic weapons involve the cultivation knowledge of the Jindan realm.

Mo Hua thought about it, but didn't understand it, so he asked Gu An, who was in the late stage of foundation building.

Gu An pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The second-grade state boundary is limited to the power of the Jindan, blood and spiritual power are limited. Logically speaking, this third-grade sword cannot be broken..."

"Could it be broken somewhere else and then thrown into this blood pool? "Gu An guessed.

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

That sword cultivator senior broke into the fishing village alone, and his face was pale after he came out, obviously his vitality was seriously injured.

Then this sword should be broken here.

Master She on the side suddenly smiled grimly.

Mo Hua looked unhappy, "What are you laughing at?"

Master She was a little afraid of this vicious and unreasonable Mo Hua, so he put away his gloomy face and smiled awkwardly:

"Nothing."

"Do you know the origin of this sword?"

Master She wanted to say that he didn't know, but being stared at by Mo Hua, he didn't dare to lie, so he said:

"I only know a little..."

"Back then, there was a sword cultivator who didn't know the height of the sky and the earth. He tried to offend the Lord of God with his strength. The Lord of God used his boundless power to break his swordsmanship, hurt his vitality, and broke his natal sword..."

"If the natal sword is destroyed, the foundation of Taoism will be damaged. If it is not repaired, it will be difficult to improve the cultivation in the future. "From now on, the Lord God will put this broken sword at the bottom of this filthy blood pool as a warning to others." "If the broken sword cannot be taken out for one day, the sword cultivator's life magic weapon will be incomplete for one day." "If it cannot be taken out for a lifetime, his foundation will be incomplete for a lifetime." "This is the punishment of the Lord God." Master She said, with a bit of sneer, a bit of mockery, and respect for the great power of the "Lord God" on his face. Mo Hua's face turned cold, "Half an hour is almost up, go and get the altar, or I will send you to see your 'Lord God'. "

Master She choked, then went back with a gloomy face to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword in his hand and sighed softly in his heart.

The divine mind turned into a sword, and the divine mind merged with the natal magic weapon.

The sword cultivator senior back then should have relied on the divine mind to turn into a sword and tried his best to fight the fallen river god.

One man and one sword, from the village head to the temple, and finally the loss was too heavy, the divine mind was exhausted, the sword intent was damaged, and he was defeated by the river god, and his natal sword was broken...

The injury suffered by the sword cultivator senior should be much more serious than it looks.

The divine mind turned into a sword, hurting the enemy is also hurting oneself.

If so, then this senior should not be an exception.

Although the divine mind sword cultivator can rely on the powerful divine mind to turn into a sword method to kill all demons and evil spirits.

But after all, it is using one's own divine mind as a sword. When killing evil spirits, it is also killing oneself.

The sword is too hard and it is easy to break.

Once you encounter a real powerful evil spirit, the divine mind cannot cut it, then it will be a big blow to yourself. The backlash is also extremely strong.

Even... it will cut off the life and the life sword of the cultivation.

Mo Hua had heard about it before.

It is said that Taixu Sect was once a major sword cultivation sect, with swords like a forest and powerful sword cultivators.

And if these fellow seniors are all practicing the method of "mind into sword", then they are powerful, but they must be fragile.

There is almost only a fine line between killing evil spirits and cutting off one's own foundation.

The ending of the sword cultivator senior in the River God Temple is also very likely. Being able to do so is the fate of most of the divine sword-transforming cultivators.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword and sighed.

No wonder no one in the Taixu Sect now practices "divine sword-transforming" anymore...

Not only that, the sect now is full of geniuses from various states, the pride of aristocratic families, top-grade spiritual roots, and outstanding talents, all of which are as precious as treasures.

Taixu Sect should not dare to let these disciples practice this kind of divine sword-transforming method that hurts the enemy by a thousand and hurts oneself by eight hundred.

"But... I want to learn it!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

He wished that others would confront his spiritual consciousness head-on...

"No one came to teach me..." Mo Hua held his chin, frowned and thought, and after a while, he stared at the broken sword in a trance.

Could there be sword skills hidden in this sword?

Cause and effect will not lie.

Just now, it can be known that this sword does contain the cause and effect of the method of spiritual consciousness turning into sword.

Mo Hua looked at the broken sword over and over again, and did not find any traces of sword manuals, sword moves or sword styles.

The sword's sword intent was gone.

It seemed that it had been immersed in the blood pool for hundreds of years, and the sword intent on the broken sword had long been erased.

Why?

Why did the evil god deliberately soak this broken sword in the blood pool?

Mo Hua frowned and pondered slowly in his heart.

According to that old bastard, the sword cultivator was defeated by the river god, his consciousness was injured, and his sword was broken, so he fled in a panic.

The river god sank the broken sword in the blood pool to "set an example".

But this statement should not be correct...

If the sword cultivator was really defeated so thoroughly, he would not be able to leave the river god temple alive, nor would he be able to leave this fishing village.

He got out alive, which at least shows that although he was defeated and his sword was broken, he also suppressed the river god to a certain extent.

This was a tragic battle in which both sides suffered losses.

So, the sword cultivator's consciousness was actually very powerful.

He relied on his own strength to kill in front of the river god temple and severely injured the fallen river god. Although he was exhausted and both sides were injured, and his natal sword was broken, he was still able to retreat calmly.

This also shows that the "spiritual consciousness into sword" of this sword cultivator was very advanced, and it is even possible that he was practicing the most orthodox sword inheritance.

If so, then this sword contains the orthodox "mind-transforming sword" inheritance?

Mo Hua was a little itchy.

"Calculate it?"

Mo Hua thought about it, then sat on the ground and placed the sword on the ground. After meditating for a while, his pupils became deep, and the divine inspiration emerged, and he began to calculate the cause and effect in the sword.

Just one look, and there was an extremely sharp killing intent, rushing towards him.

Mo Hua's heart was shocked, and he was about to close his eyes.

Suddenly, the Taixu Order on his body trembled, and a faint light flashed. This killing intent seemed to recognize Mo Hua's identity and gradually disappeared.

"Taixu Order, Taixu Sect..."

Mo Hua was thoughtful.

This powerful sword cultivator back then should be the predecessor of Taixu Sect.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then continued to look, concentrating on calculating.

Although the Taixu Order eliminated the killing intent of the broken sword, the cause and effect in the sword was still very heavy and not easy to peek into.

After all, it is the life treasure of the Jindan realm. With Mo Hua's current realm, it is still very difficult to force the calculation.

Fortunately, this broken sword has been soaked in the blood pool for hundreds of years, and most of the sword intent has dissipated, and the cause and effect have also been erased.

And Mo Hua has differentiated the three-fold trickery, and the heavenly trickery calculation has improved a lot. The heavenly calculation under the blessing is also more exquisite.

Otherwise, it is basically impossible to peek into the cause and effect in the sword.

In front of Mo Hua, there is a fog. In the fog, there is a sword light.

The pure white cause and effect lines are intertwined, layered, and very complicated.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Hua exhausted his spiritual consciousness, deduced the calculation to the extreme, and gradually unraveled the cause and effect.

In front of Mo Hua, some intermittent pictures began to emerge...

First, there was a figure, carrying a sword, with long eyebrows, he walked into the blood mist alone, with a firm back.

There were monks with ferocious looks, monsters with grotesque shapes, and evil spirits that looked like blood leeches or blood fish blocking his way, and he slashed them all with one sword.

His sword light was pure silver.

It contained the sharpness of a sword, the might of a sword, and the mystery of a sword.

It could slash flesh and blood, and evil spirits.

No matter how evil, demon or ghost you were, there was no enemy.

Soon, he killed his way to the River God Temple.

In the River God Temple, a powerful figure emerged, and then the picture was torn, producing many ripples, as if the object being peeped at was too strong and was disturbed.

All we know is that there was a big battle in front of the River God Temple.

Then the dust settled, the picture froze, and the sword cultivator's long sword pierced through a god who looked like the "River God".

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

Senior Sword Cultivator...did he win?

But not long after, it was like blood pouring into the river, slowly dispersing, and in front of Mo Hua, a blood mist appeared, covering everything.

When the blood mist dissipated, the sword cultivator's face was pale, with blood on the corner of his mouth, holding a broken sword in his hand, and a broken sword tip fell to the ground.

An unbelievable voice sounded.

"You... are not the river god..."

"... Such a powerful evil thought, evil beast, what on earth are you? Where did you come from? What is your plan?"

No one... or no "god" answered.

The sword cultivator's expression was bitter, with a hint of despair.

Then, the picture stopped abruptly...

Mo Hua was shocked.

According to the deduced cause and effect, the sword cultivator's predecessor killed the river god, no, at least severely injured the river god, but was then plotted against by something more powerful...

"Such a powerful evil thought..."

It should refer to a certain incarnation of the Great Wilderness Evil God's divine skeleton?

Mo Hua frowned and thought, and suddenly he was startled. Although these truths are important, they are not what he needs to know most at the moment...

What about the method of transforming mind into sword?

If Mo Hua guessed correctly, this broken sword, since it was the life-blooded magic weapon of the senior sword cultivator, then there must be some tricks in the cause and effect tracing to the source of the sword...

Mo Hua began to deduce.

But this sword has been sealed for too long, and it has been stained by blood, and too many causes and effects have been erased.

Mo Hua's white forehead was sweating, and he used all his calculation power to deduce bit by bit...

Suddenly, a figure jumped into his eyes.

This was an old man with a long beard, with extremely cold sword intent surging around him. He was dressed in white, as if woven by sword light, and there was a vast and murderous aura.

Mo Hua only took a glance, and his eyes were pierced by the sword light, so he immediately looked away, not daring to look directly at it, and only looked at the old man's surroundings with his peripheral vision.

Next to the old man stood a young man with a sword on his back.

"Xuan'er..."

"I shouldn't have taught you this sword technique, but I don't want to..."

Mo Hua's spiritual awareness is insufficient, his calculations are still not mature, and his cause and effect are weak, so his voice is intermittent.

"I don't want you..."

"...I don't want my Taixu Sect to break the inheritance of this sect."

A fog is shrouded, cause and effect are entangled, and the voices are mixed together. I don't know when and where it happened.

Mo Hua tried his best to listen.

"...Divine Mind Transformation Sword...True Secret..."

"Your foundation is solid, today I will teach you..."

"Shocking Spirit Style..."

Shocking Spirit Style? !

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword True Secret·Shocking Spirit Sword Style?

Mo Hua quietly opened his eyes, but still did not dare to look at the bearded old man, only dared to look at the young man with long eyebrows next to him.

The young man's eyes were filled with a deep sword intent. He held a sword in his hand. The sword was filled with sword energy. The sword energy and sword intent merged. Although the moves were immature, they faintly revealed amazing power.

Mo Hua stared at him with his eyes wide open. After looking at it for a long time, his heart sank.

Damn, I can't understand it at all.

This is not an entry-level sword technique, but an advanced sword style of transforming the mind into a sword. Mo Hua has no foundation at all and was confused.

The picture flashed by and disappeared.

Mo Hua took a quick glance and learned nothing.

"Is there anything simpler..."

Mo Hua had no choice but to continue moving forward and deduce cause and effect.

A series of incomplete, blood-stained, and blurred pictures passed by.

One after another, as if soaked in water, the sounds mixed together.

Finally, Mo Hua heard two words.

"Transform into a sword..."

Mo Hua looked closely. This time, there was no old man with a long beard in the picture, only a young man with long eyebrows, standing in the lush mountains.

The mountain scenery was familiar, quiet and simple, like the Taixu Sect, but Mo Hua had never seen a similar place in the sect.

The young man held a sword and stood in the mountains. The clouds and mist wet the corners of his clothes and covered his face.

But his eyes were very bright, just like the sword in his hand.

The young man's voice was clear and loud.

"Sword transformation..."

"The first form of Taixu Divine Mind Sword Transformation True Art, Sword Transformation..."

"The way of divine consciousness is ever-changing, exhausting human thoughts, and unpredictable."

"The method of divine consciousness is metaphysics, slaying demons and evil, and all kinds of sword styles must start with 'sword transformation'."

"Shocking God Style, Breaking God Style, Slaying God Style, Destroying God Style... all start with 'sword transformation'..."

"Sword transformers cultivate swords to transform qi, refine qi to transform intention, combine intention with sword, transform virtuality into reality, and combine virtuality and reality into one, so that they can 'transform' their minds into swords and kill everything..."

...

Mo Hua was eager to listen, and remembered every word in his heart. At the same time, he watched the boy's movements, imitated him, and began to practice step by step.

"Cultivate swords to transform qi..."

Mo Hua tried it, but it didn't work.

The quality of his spiritual sword was poor, and the sword qi he cultivated was also weak, without any foundation.

"Refine qi to transform intention..."

It didn't work either.

Because Mo Hua is not a sword cultivator, his foundation in swordsmanship is very weak, and his sword energy is very weak. It is also difficult to integrate sword energy into the spirit and manifest it into sword intention.

Mo Hua does not know how to do these two steps, so he simply closes his eyes and jumps to the end:

"Use the mind to combine the sword, and use the virtual to transform the real..."

In the cause and effect picture, after practicing hard day and night, the young man's swordsmanship has been successful, and he can finally try to combine the spirit and the sword.

Use the spirit to manifest into the sword intention and integrate it into the long sword in his hand.

On his long sword, there is both clear sword light and silver-white, extremely condensed sword intention.

And Mo Hua directly gave up the sword and sword energy.

He just learned the boy's method of "condensing the sword" and manifested his spirit into the sword in his heart.

This is a "tricky" method.

But because his spirit is strong enough and condensed enough.

So in the sea of ​​consciousness, his spirit, like that boy, slowly manifested a sharp "sword shape".

This is a pale golden sword.

The shape of the sword was very rough, like a sword embryo just taken out of the refining furnace, and it was not long, like a small golden sword for children. It was just right for Mo Hua, who was the incarnation of divine thought.

At this point, Mo Hua's calculation of the heavenly secrets had reached its limit.

The causal clues on the sword were completely erased.

All the scenes that were recalled also disappeared.

The aura on the broken sword was much weaker, as if it had turned into an ordinary spiritual sword.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua looked at the small golden sword in his hand that was manifested by divine thought, but fell into deep thought.

Did he learn it or not?

"Divine thought into sword"...

It was indeed "transformed into sword".

But this sword seems to be different from the "mind-transforming sword" that the young man in the past practiced by the sword cultivator back then. It can't be said to be similar, but it can be said to be completely different...

The young man has a sword in his hand, but he doesn't have one.

The young man's mind-transforming sword is to use the sword intention in his heart to match the sword in his hand, and merge with the sword energy to transform the sword into a sword for killing.

His mind-transforming sword is simply to use the mind to transform into a sword...

Moreover, it only transforms in the sea of ​​consciousness, and there is no shadow in reality.

Mo Hua scratched his head and was a little worried.

It seems that he has learned it wrongly...

But is what he has learned really the "mind-transforming sword"?

There is no cultivation of sword transformation into qi, and no refining of qi into intention. There is only the combination of intention and sword, and the transformation of virtuality into reality.

No, it is not really the transformation of virtuality into reality...

Mo Hua looked at the golden sword in his hand again and sighed.

"Let's make do with it for now. I'll learn the complete 'Divine Mind Sword' when I have a chance."

"Through the few pictures and fragmentary words in this cause and effect retracing, it's already good to learn this much..."

Mo Hua comforted himself silently, and then quietly put away the golden sword, but he was a little confused.

"I don't know how powerful this divine mind sword is. I need to find something to try it out..."

Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, put away the broken sword, and looked around. There was no evil spirit.

There were no figures of the river god and the evil god.

It seems that in a great battle that year, the river god was killed miserably by the divine mind sword of the sword cultivator senior, so he hid himself and left a bare temple here.

The broken sword was sunk in the blood pool and stained with blood and flesh.

It was not because of what the old bastard said "to serve as a warning to others", but simply because of fear.

It was stabbed in the chest, so it was afraid.

It was afraid of being stabbed again, so it hid.

Mo Hua put himself in the shoes of the man and thought that this was very likely the case.

"Then," Mo Hua frowned, "Where is the River God, or rather, the Great Desolate Evil God, hiding?"

The River God Temple was empty, but it was impossible that it was really empty.

Mo Hua turned his eyes and looked at Master She, with a somewhat intriguing expression.

Master She had already set up the altar, and the things on the altar were either bloody or evil, anyway, they were definitely not serious things.

"You can start the altar."

Master She turned his head and said with a gloomy look.

Gu An glanced at Mo Hua.

Yu Dahe was also excited and looked at Mo Hua expectantly.

Mo Hua nodded.

Gu An picked up the two men in black, threw them in front of the altar, and forced them to kneel.

The bodies of Yu Dahe's two sons were placed on the altar.

Master She began to chant:

"Lord River God, believers are pious, open the altar and offer sacrifices..."

"Heaven has its own rules, and sacrifices are regular."

"One life for another life, one soul for another soul."

"Today, I will sacrifice two adults and two animals in exchange for the lives of two children. I hope Lord River God will beg for mercy..."

Then Master She bowed to the ground and prayed devoutly.

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly.

He felt a trace of the breath of the formation.

Master She knelt on the ground, covering his hands with his sleeves, and on a stone brick under the altar, he rubbed his fingers and used blood as ink to draw an unknown formation.

Master She's movements were concealed, and Gu An and others did not notice it.

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and he remained silent.

After chanting for an unknown period of time, Master She finished praying and drawing the formation. He slowly turned his head and showed an undisguised sinister smile on his face.

At this moment, Mo Hua saw the two men in black with painful expressions, and their consciousness was instantly drained, turning into two dead bodies.

After sacrificing the two men in black, the atmosphere in the River God Temple suddenly became depressing.

In the center of the temple, the River God statue seemed to come alive, with a majestic and ferocious look, looking down at the monks in the temple.

A thick blood mist instantly spread from all around.

With a "bang".

The Qingxin mirror on Gu An's body was broken, the evil-repelling hairpin on Gu Quan's head was broken, and the Anshen jade on Yu Dahe's body also cracked.

Gu An and the others changed their expressions, and just as they were about to draw their knives to chop Master She, they were unable to control their bodies, their eyes were blank, and they gradually lost consciousness and slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Hua also felt very sleepy and drowsy.

And it seemed that there was a force trying to withdraw his consciousness.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She, and then did not resist. Any consciousness was pulled away from the body.

Then he fainted.

In the entire River God Temple, only Master She was still standing there.

He looked resentful and sneered:

"Foolish and ignorant people do not know the great power of the Lord God."

"The big dream is a nightmare... I will kill you all one by one in the dream..."

After saying this, Master She laughed grimly, slowly closed his eyes, and his consciousness left his body and fell to the ground.

...

After a while, the world was upside down and his mind was upside down.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

There was a faint mist floating around, as if in a dream.

In front of him was a magnificent River God Temple.

The real temple outside was fake.

The fictional temple in the dream was the real one.

In the deepest part of the temple, there was a very strong breath of gods and a very obscure smell of evil gods.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Mo Hua's mouth.

"Found it..."