Chapter 700: Divine Power (Thanks to Shu Shiouo for the Reward)

Chapter 700 Magical Powers (Thank you Shu Shiouo for the reward, leader~)

On Mo Hua's body, the three layers of strange thoughts disappeared, and everything returned to the same state as before, just like a simple little monk.

But at this moment, he was looking at Master She with an expressionless face and a trace of majesty in his pale golden pupils, as if he was looking at an ant crawling on the ground.

Master She's eyes were horrified.

Suddenly, he had the illusion of facing a "god".

So many ferocious and terrifying monsters were all wiped out by the little King of Hell in just one round.

Is this really something "human" can do?

But it's impossible...

Master She knew in his heart that this little monk did have a physical body, and his consciousness was indeed pulled from the sea of ​​consciousness into the dream by himself.

He is indeed a human being!

However, if one’s spiritual thoughts are so strong, can he really be considered a “human”…

Master She looked pale and in disbelief.

"Old bastard."

Mo Hua shouted, but when he saw that Master She was distracted and frightened, he reached out and grabbed his neck and carried him forward.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua remembered something and looked back at the demonic energy floating around after being burned and killed. He felt that it could not be wasted, so he opened his mouth and took a sudden breath.

The demonic thoughts that filled the sky were all sucked into the mouth of the ink painting.

This scene was seen by Master She, and he trembled all over and lost his soul.

Not only was this little monk not eaten by the demon, but now he was the opposite...

Are you "eating" monsters?

"What kind of little monster did I introduce into Lord River God's temple..."

Master She's face turned ashen.

Evil demons are hatched from the remaining fearful consciousness of the followers of the evil god who died tragically after being blood-refined, but their essence is no longer human "spiritual consciousness".

Rather, it is an evil thought that feeds on human consciousness.

Mo Hua absorbed a large amount of demonic and evil thoughts, and after a little refining, not only did he make up for the large amount of spiritual consciousness consumed just now, but his own spiritual thoughts seemed to have become stronger.

His spiritual consciousness has taken a clear step from the sixteenth line to the seventeenth line.

The demons here are probably raised by the evil god himself. Their evil thoughts are fatter, and their refined consciousness is more abundant.

In comparison, the demon in Yu'er's nightmare is much "thinner".

And I don’t know if they were “eaten” too much. In recent days, the number of demons in Yu’er’s dreams has become less and less.

Mo Hua has been "hungry" for a long time, and now it is rare to have a "full meal".

After devouring the evil thoughts of the demon, Mo Hua pinched the back of Master She's neck with one hand and dragged him to continue walking into the River Temple.

As he walked, Mo Hua could feel that the atmosphere in the Heshen Temple was getting more and more depressing.

The golden light all around was filled with blood.

After walking to the main hall at the back, Mo Hua looked up and saw a huge statue of the river god.

This statue of a river god has a fish face and a human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with clouds and waves, with his hands clasped by his side. His mouth is like a basin of blood, his teeth are as white as a basin, and he sits high, with a majestic and terrifying gaze.

It is very similar to the statue in the temple outside.

But it is larger, and the spiritual aura is more powerful, like a living god.

When Master She saw the statue of the river god, he no longer pretended to be paralyzed. He immediately knelt down on the ground with a "pop" sound and knocked his head on the stone bricks. His movements were extremely pious and he said tremblingly:

"Believers have seen Lord River God and Lord God!"

The river god looked majestic and ignored him.

Mo Hua raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Are you the River God?"

Master She was trembling in his heart.

This kid, relying on his own abilities, is really bold!

When he met the River God, not only did he not kneel down and say nothing, he even called the River God by his name rudely, showing no respect at all!

Those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at riding will fall.

If you have a little ability, you don't know how high the sky is, and sooner or later you will die without a burial place.

How can I allow you to be so presumptuous in front of Lord River God?

Master She secretly mocked in his heart.

But what he didn't expect was that the River God actually spoke.

"yes……"

This voice was extremely rich and solemn. It echoed in the Heshen Temple and actually had a faint accent.

Master She buried his head lower.

He was afraid that he would lose his manners in front of the River God and thereby make the River God displeased, but at the same time, he was also a little shocked in his heart.

I have sacrificed so many times in the past two hundred years, and the Lord River God has never given a single word of instruction.

But this kid, looking directly at the god, speaking without meaning, was so rude... Lord River God actually responded to his words?

And he doesn't seem very angry?

Master She was a little unbelievable.

"You have offended the majesty of God..." The River God's rich and experienced voice said.

Master She was shocked.

The river god is indeed angry, this boy is going to be in trouble!

"I can let things go by the wayside..." the River God continued.

Master She: "..."

Mo Hua was also a little surprised, "I broke into your river temple, saw your secrets, and killed the demons you raised. How can you let things go?"

On the fish head of the river god, the face is strange, and there is no hint of joy or anger, but the voice is full of compassion:

"Gods love the world universally. You are still young and ignorant."

Mo Hua asked strangely: "Then you are willing to let me go?"

The River God nodded and said, "Of course."

"I still have a few companions." Mo Hua said.

"They can go too."

"There are two more children. They were taken away by this old bastard..." Mo Hua pointed at Master She who was kneeling on the ground and continued:

"...He gave them to you as sacrifices. I want to take them back too."

The River God was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly fixed, and he slowly said:

"These two children are blessed. I wanted to take them as my servants, but your luck is better than theirs..."

"If you want these two children, you can take them away."

Master She, who was kneeling on the ground devoutly, was stunned at that moment.

Did I... hear wrong?

This little devil dared to ask for people in front of Lord River God? He made demands again and again?

And Lord River God...

actually agreed to such an impolite request? !

Could it be that Lord River God is not a murderous god, but a kind god who saves all living beings?

This is not right...

But on the other hand, Mo Hua seemed unsatisfied.

He thought for a moment, and then said, "I want to take the fisherman in the square with me."

Then the river god's expression froze, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and his tone was no longer kind.

"Little monk, only when you are content can you be happy, and only when you start well can you have a good end."

"My gift to you has already been an exception, don't push it too far, lose your sense of propriety, otherwise you will surely bring disaster..."

Mo Hua also nodded and said, "That's right, you hang fish heads and sell mutton, kill so many people, eat so many spiritual consciousness, and refine so many evil spirits, you should know when to stop..."

"I spoke to you in a good tone, which is already an exception, don't push it too far, lose your sense of propriety, otherwise you will surely bring disaster..."

The river god's fish head suddenly became ferocious, and an evil look was revealed in his cold and wooden fish eyes.

Its voice was like the frost covering the severe winter:

"You...know?"

"How do you know?"

Hanging fish heads and selling mutton...

The fish eyes of the river god instantly turned red, "Little beast, you are so brave!"

Mo Hua stopped talking and jumped up and punched.

Master She was numb.

The river god sneered and slowly stretched out his huge demon claws, which were entangled with blood, and grabbed Mo Hua.

The white and tender fist hit the huge demon claws.

With a bang, the fluctuations of divine thoughts spread all around.

The smile of the river god suddenly froze.

Its huge demon claws were directly blasted through by Mo Hua's fists, and the divine thoughts on the demon claws dimmed a little.

After blasting through the demon claws, Mo Hua followed with another punch, heading straight for the face of the river god's fish head.

The river god's eyes trembled, and he dared not be arrogant anymore. He quickly stood up and retreated.

Mo Hua punched in the air, a pale blue light flashed on his body, and he used the Water Step to continue attacking the River God.

The River God dodged twice, but because of his huge body, he could not avoid it, and was hit in the abdomen by Mo Hua's punch.

The small punch contained such great power of divine thought that the whole body of the River God trembled.

The River God was furious, "Okay, ignorant boy, you don't accept my toast, so don't blame me for being rude today!"

A burst of blood mist surged up, spread for a moment, and then suddenly rolled back and condensed around the River God.

The body of the River God did not grow larger, but shrank instead. It was only one head taller than a normal adult monk, but his figure became more condensed.

It seemed that the statue-like appearance just now was because he dispersed his divine thoughts and deliberately became taller to intimidate believers.

When the divine thoughts spread, the power will also be dispersed.

Now this appearance, the divine thoughts are condensed in the body, which is its true posture.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit became stronger.

Since his spiritual consciousness changed and he swallowed the divine essence, he has never lost a battle with his spiritual consciousness.

Ordinary demons are no match for him.

He really wants to know how strong the "flesh" power of his spiritual consciousness is, and whether he can compete with the real "god" head-on.

Mo Hua didn't say much. He dodged and rushed forward again, waving his little fist and punching the river god in the face.

The river god was not careful and was hit in the face by Mo Hua's punch. His gills were deformed and his body couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

After standing still, the river god's eyes were completely red.

Its ferocity was also completely aroused, and its robe with cloud embroidered waves turned blood red.

"Looking for death!"

The river god roared in a low voice, like a demon, with claws like the wind, and came directly to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was not afraid and fought with the river god head-on.

For a moment, figures intertwined, fists and claws clashed, and the strong power of divine thoughts, like the vibration of thunder drums, continued to spread around, shaking the temple constructed in the dream, the floor tiles were broken, and the walls were mottled.

Master She was afraid of being affected, and had already trembled and hid aside, watching Mo Hua fighting with the river god, and was shocked.

"This ten-year-old kid actually relied on the power of divine thoughts to fight with the "god"?!"

Master She felt it was ridiculous.

And after fighting with Mo Hua for dozens of rounds, there was still no winner.

The river god couldn't help but look cold, and a light golden color condensed on the demon claws, and the light golden color was seeped with a little blood red.

The fish head of the river god showed a sneer.

The light golden demon claws, carrying the fishy wind, suddenly tore towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua sensed something was wrong and imitated the river god, melting the light golden essence into his fist, and then punched out, colliding head-on with the river god's claw.

More turbulent waves came, the two divine thoughts strangled each other, and the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered.

Then one man and one god were evenly matched, and each took two steps back.

Mo Hua felt a little pain in his little fist, and couldn't help rubbing it.

The demon claws of the river god were intact, but its expression changed, and it looked at Mo Hua in shock, "You are not a human?!"

Mo Hua was displeased, "You are not a human!"

Then he reacted, "Oh, yes, you are indeed not a human."

The river god was slightly annoyed, his eyes were cold, "With the essence of the gods, are you a human or a god?"

Mo Hua smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, the river god couldn't help but look angry and sneered:

"Don't think that you dare to despise the gods just because you got some essence by chance."

"The gods are the masters of all spirits in the world, and the way of the gods is the taboo of the longevity path. You know nothing about it."

"Well," the river god held his right hand in the air, and condensed a bone harpoon. There were five barbs at the tip of the harpoon, stained with blood poison.

"No matter where you come from, you will be my sacrifice today."

"How can I not accept the essence that is delivered to my door?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

The River God raised the bone harpoon high, and on the harpoon, blood thorns condensed from corrupt evil thoughts appeared. In just a moment, they broke through the air and killed Mo Hua.

The water shadow on Mo Hua's body flashed, and he used the Water Step to dodge calmly.

The River God sneered, and on the bone harpoon, blood thorns condensed one after another, extremely scarlet, and stabbed Mo Hua more densely.

Mo Hua saw that he could not dodge, and pointed a point, and a fireball condensed, a streak of fire, and flew straight towards the River God.

The fireball and the blood thorns collided in the air and turned into a ball of blood and fire red mist.

The River God was stunned, "Magic?"

Mo Hua didn't waste words.

Since he didn't want to play close combat, he would play long-range magic.

He is not a physical cultivator, and close combat is not his strong point.

Mo Hua's pupils were deep, his mind was flowing, and his fingers were tapping frequently. One after another, fireballs, one after another, like a crossbow arrow, went straight to the river god.

At first, the river god wanted to use the white bone harpoon and use the blood thorn to fight.

But after a moment, it found that the fireballs were getting more and more, and faster and faster, which was several times faster than the speed of its blood thorn condensation.

The blood thorn could not stop the dense fireballs.

In just a few rounds, a fireball hit the river god and exploded into a ball of fire mist.

Then more and more fireballs hit the river god one after another, and flames exploded, engulfing the river god's body.

After a while, the flames dissipated, and the river god showed his figure. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.

However, its expression was completely ferocious, with its whiskers and fangs exposed. It no longer had the majesty of a god, and looked like a river monster.

This little devil was so tricky!

"These methods seem unable to take you down..."

"In that case, I will let you see the true way of the gods, and let you know what a true god is!"

Mo Hua's expression was slightly stern, and he felt that the aura of the entire river god was getting stronger and stronger.

At the same time, a mysterious and avenue-like charm surged from the river god.

Mo Hua remembered that Huang Shanjun said that gods were born in accordance with the avenue and were born to control part of the rules of heaven and earth.

At this time, the surroundings of the river god temple were soaked in water vapor, as if infiltrated by the avenue laws of the water system. All the divine thoughts and structures began to gradually distort due to the interference of the laws.

A drop of blood dripped from the sky and fell on the floor, splashing bloody water.

Then the second drop, the third drop... became more and more dense.

Blood rained down from the sky.

Mo Hua felt that something was wrong.

This bloody rain was too strange, and the aura of the laws of heaven and earth around it was too strong. It was not a good thing at first glance.

Mo Hua didn't know what tricks the big fish-headed river god wanted to use, so he slipped away secretly.

The best strategy is to run away, avoid the sharp edge first, and then make long-term plans.

But before he could run far, the fish-headed river god suddenly opened his mouth and grinned:

"Want to run? Too late!"

"This will let you see the innate method of gods born in accordance with the way of heaven and earth, and understand the mysteries of all things..."

"Magic power - infinite blood river!"

Mo Hua was shocked when he heard it.

Magic power? !

The innate method of gods?

He had never heard of it, and even Huang Shanjun had never mentioned it.

As soon as the river god finished speaking, he turned into Taoism, as if he had merged with the bloody rain of heaven and earth.

Then the blood rain became heavier and heavier. In just a dozen breaths, it gathered into a vast blood river, rushing and sweeping, like an evil dragon stirring up waves, and all the walls, buildings and palaces in the temple were collapsed and swallowed up.

From the front of the River God Temple, the blood river surged, swallowing everything, spreading all the way to the back hall, but stopped in front of the square.

In the square, many fishermen knelt down.

They prayed from suffering and provided faith to the river god. The river god did not want to destroy his own foundation.

But such a vast blood river was enough to bury Mo Hua.

Mo Hua drowned in the water, as if he was imprisoned in an endless water prison, with chest tightness and suffocation.

In the blood river, there were entangled gods' laws, evil thoughts of evil gods, and the power of bloody evil thoughts.

Like the poison of divine consciousness, the rotten water of divine consciousness, it was corroding Mo Hua's divine consciousness incarnation all the time.

The ink painting was swallowed by the endless blood river, like a child drowning in blood. His little hands and feet were still struggling, but he could only watch himself being swept by the whirlpool and sinking to the bottom of the evil and bloody river.

The river god looked at this scene and showed a cold smile.

But after a moment, his smile froze again.

Something was wrong...

The river god's eyes showed a slight fear, and his expression became more and more solemn.

It felt that a breath similar to "Tao" was spreading, expanding, and condensing at the bottom of the river, until... it erupted like a volcano.

The blood river instantly turned red.

It was even bright red.

But this red was not blood red, but fire red.

It was like a volcano erupted at the bottom of the river, and the fire gushed out, burning the river water.

The surface of the river gradually boiled, and a large amount of blood evaporated.

In the vast blood river, a large area of ​​blood was evaporated out of thin air, and then the other blood flowed back and rolled back, forming a vortex, and then was evaporated into water vapor bit by bit.

This cycle repeated until the entire blood river was evaporated by the raging fire.

There was a lingering heat in the air.

White steam rose.

The remaining blood rain was scalding.

And Mo Hua stood there, surrounded by raging fire.

The endless blood river was burned away by him.

The river god took a breath of cold air, his expression was extremely solemn.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at the river god. His little face was serious, and he said his moves domineeringly:

"Magic power!"

"Infernal fire burns the river!"

The river god was stunned, and finally couldn't help cursing:

"You little brat! What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I can't see? You just used a formation!"

"Almost..." Mo Hua muttered.

The river god's eyelids twitched wildly.

Formation, magical power...

In a sense, it is indeed almost the same.

But can a formation of this level really be performed by a human?

How deep does one's understanding of the formation need to be in a dream, using the divine mind to instantly create such a powerful formation.

At that moment, the god and his believers had the same idea.

This kid... can it really be considered a "human"?