Chapter 914 Behead!

"Finally, we can break through the late stage of foundation building!"

Mo Hua was very happy.

Outside Taixu Mountain, on a remote mountain peak.

As usual, Mo Hua laid out the futon, set up the formation, and was fully prepared. Then he sat on the futon and opened the Five Elements Diagram.

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The moment the Five Elements Diagram unfolded, in the blink of an eye, a very strong evil energy poured into the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting like a river. Mo Hua didn't even have time to react before his face turned pale, his head hung down, and he fainted.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes. In front of his eyes, there was a divine skeleton.

The divine skeleton is thinner than before, not so strong and ferocious, and its back is facing the ink painting. Its shoulders are hunched, as if it is chewing something.

"Only one? Shouldn't it be two?" Mo Hua frowned, thought for a moment, and then shook his head, "That's all, just one, eat it first and then talk." The corpse was in front, killing with one sword. That’s it.

Mo Hua didn't want to waste time. He held his hand and condensed a sword of divine thoughts. With just one step, he approached the divine skeleton and struck its head with one sword. Shen Gu seemed to have noticed something, and was stunned for a moment, but did not have time to turn around.

This sword, full of spiritual thoughts and sharp sword energy, struck at the top of its head. Strong spiritual thoughts spread, and the surrounding area shook for a moment.

But the next moment, the ink painting changed color slightly.

The invincible sword of divine thought was grasped by a sharp claw, as if it was stuck in a mountain rock, and it was difficult to move forward. At the same time, a powerful aura spread from the divine skeleton.

Mo Hua's pupils shrank, turned into the sword of spiritual thought, and retreated. Shen Gu slowly stood up and turned his head to look at Mo Hua.

It has long sharp horns, a face like a skeleton, and scarlet eyes, revealing a crazy but calm killing intent. Its body is like a humanoid, thin but contains extremely strong power.

On its body, filthy black water and stinky blood merged together, exuding a frightening odor. And these black water and blood seeped deeply into its bones, forming an "armor" that looked like the real thing. "Third grade..."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat and his eyes became serious.

Shen Gu turned around and faced the ink painting directly. The powerful aura around him completely spread out.

At this time, Mo Hua also saw that the corners of the mouth of the divine skeleton were stained with black blood, and between its teeth, there were "flesh and blood" formed by divine thoughts. There were also "bone residues" left by chewing on the ground... It was indeed there. Two divine skeletons.

The other one was eaten by it.

Mo Hua said calmly: "Do you also eat your compatriots?"

The scarlet eyes of the divine skeleton looked at the ink paintings calmly. Its voice was hoarse and hollow, revealing bloodlust, but it was extremely calm: "There are no compatriots among the divine skeletons, so it is life and death. Those who survive will be 'gods' ”

"And the divine skeleton is one. It is me and I am it. Whether it eats me or I eat it, it is still the same in the end." Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He felt that there was a huge amount of information in this sentence, and it also vaguely revealed the ecology of the existence of the divine skeleton, as well as the inner competition and cruelty of the evil god. The Divine Skeleton chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed up the remaining remains. Then he looked at the ink painting and said coldly:

“So, it’s you who is hunting ‘me’? "

There was a trace of killing intent in these words.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, and when he was about to speak, he saw that the corpse in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart. The next moment, a sharp claw suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mo Hua raised his fist and punched it. He felt that the punch hit a stone, and a strong concussion force came from it. The white and tender fist painted in ink has cracks.

His body was also blasted several feet away, and he finally managed to stand still. "So fast! So strong!"

Mo Hua's heart tightened, "And the concentration of spiritual thoughts is far superior to his own!" "This is...the third-grade divine skeleton..."

After a punch blasted away the ink painting, the slender, elegant and ferocious figure of the divine skeleton was revealed, and a playful look appeared on the skeletal face, "The posture of a divine fetus, with its own divinity, no wonder...it is obviously only the second grade, but Can easily hunt down the 'divine skeleton'." "

"But it should be more than that..."

After saying that, the divine skeleton disappeared again.

The moment it disappeared, a warning signal suddenly occurred in Mo Hua's heart. He quickly moved his finger to the ground, turned his spiritual thoughts into lines, and created a golden bell array out of thin air. As soon as the formation was generated, the golden bell was enveloped, and suddenly a bloody claw tore out, tearing the golden bell to pieces.

With this moment of effort, Mo Hua also stepped back, reluctantly and without a moment's notice, dodging the bloody claws of the divine skeleton. "Supernatural power? No, it's...formation?"

There was a hint of surprise in the voice of Shen Gu, but the offensive did not stop. He once again turned into a blood shadow and bullied him forward.

Mo Hua used Water Step while dodging, and at the same time he activated his spiritual thoughts and pointed a point. A water prison was formed out of thin air, with six water-colored chains, trapping the divine skeleton in it. "Spell? Not bad..."

As soon as the divine skeleton broke free, the chain broke, and the Water Prison Technique was broken free. With a backhand grip, a black-red blood knife condensed out, leaving an afterimage, and suddenly slashed towards Mo Hua. Mo Hua gritted his teeth and clenched his white and tender palms.

The sword array produced sword patterns, and the sword patterns produced sword bones, turning into a brilliant broken golden sword, which was fiercely fought with the bloody sword of the divine skeleton. Suddenly, the spiritual thoughts collided head-on, and gold and blood advanced.

When the fluctuation subsided, Shen Gu took a step back. Mo Hua took seven steps back.

After finally standing still, Mo Hua's palms were numb, and his heart was awe-inspiring, "The third-grade divine skeleton is so powerful..."

Moreover, this should only be a third-grade initial level divine skeleton. The power of its divine thoughts is not at the same level as a second-grade divine skeleton, or even a second-grade peak divine skeleton. Since the encounter, Mo Hua has been suppressed and beaten by it, with almost no room to fight back.

In just a dozen or so rounds, this divine skeleton was able to force out all of Mo Hua's moves: "formations, spells, swordsmanship...

Shen Gu murmured, a little surprised, but also a little surprised, "This may be the benefit of using human beings as "wombs"." "Gods are born according to the Tao. They are strong but have an end. People understand the Tao and live, but are weak but have no end. ..

When Mo Hua heard this, his heart was shocked and his pupils shrank:

"You are not an ordinary 'divine skeleton'?" What exactly are you? "

"In this case, I should ask you..." Shen Gu's eyes were scarlet and he said indifferently, "Who are you?"

"You are neither a human nor a god, but you are both a human and a god. You are said to be a 'fetus', but you do not see the origin of parasitism..."

Shen Gu waved his arm, and the blood knife drew a line of blood, and struck Mo Hua, "...I have lived for so long, and I have never seen such an unpredictable existence like you." Mo Hua blocked the golden sword with a horizontal stroke. He caught the sword light, but his body was hit by the aftershocks of the sword light, and he couldn't help but take four or five steps back.

The power of the spiritual thoughts of the third-grade divine corpse is so powerful that it is no small matter.

Mo Hua's arms began to feel sore, and his spiritual mind transformed into a few more cracks.

Since he built his foundation and his spiritual consciousness changed qualitatively, this is the strongest "spiritual object" he has encountered so far. Judging from the richness and oppressiveness of his spiritual thoughts, it is even stronger than the newly born evil fetus. Still strong.

Mo Hua turned his head and said honestly: "I'll let you out, let's have a truce." He felt that he might not be able to defeat this third-grade divine skeleton.

Even if you can fight, you will only lose miserably. There is no need to fight to the death before the secret of your consciousness is exposed. Give it this chance yourself and let it live.

"Have a good time, everyone." Mo Hua said shamelessly.

There was a complex look on Shen Gu's indifferent face, "Sure enough, you are very human, full of cunning and cunning." Mo Hua was a little unhappy.

The divine skeleton swung the bloody knife horizontally, and the blood around his body rose. The soul of the victim on the knife was ferocious, and the black and red colors on its white bones also merged deeper. It had real murderous intent.

This divine skeleton had held back before. After forcing out his own moves, he finally showed his true strength...

Mo Hua's heart tightened slightly, and then in the blink of an eye, a scarlet blood light struck in front of Mo Hua with lightning speed. This knife is faster and harder.

Mo Hua frowned, and in a hurry he could only passively block it with his sword.

But this time, the blood light was as condensed as the substance, with the roar of the soul of the victim, and struck Mo Hua's Broken Gold Sword. After only a moment of confrontation, the blood was like poisonous water, corroding the Broken Gold Sword. The golden sword melted, Mo Hua's expression changed, and he could only retreat, but before he could take a few steps back, the blood shadow flashed behind him, and the divine skeleton flashed behind him again.

The sharp claws of bones tore into Mo Hua's back.

The evil thoughts turned into blood and seeped into his back, leaving a "bloody" wound.

Mo Hua was in pain and struck a sword with his backhand, but the sword was easily blocked by the sharp claws of the divine skeleton. The old strength of ink painting has been exhausted, and the new strength has not yet emerged. He immediately looked stern and realized that something was wrong, but it was already too late.

After blocking Mo Hua's sword, Shen Gu extended his white bone claws, held Mo Hua's long sword with his backhand, and twisted it hard. The Broken Golden Sword, which was already contaminated by blood and stained with corrosion, was completely crushed.

Mo Hua felt pain in his mind, abandoned his sword and wanted to leave, but the third-grade divine skeleton was faster than him. With his sharp claws and fists, he punched Mo Hua in the head with blood.

At the critical moment, Mo Hua could only use the passing water step to barely avoid his head, but the punch was too fast, and his shoulder was inevitably hit. His whole body was blown away like a "little sandbag", fell to the ground, and rolled It took several laps before stopping.

In the spiritual thoughts, there was huge pain.

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and stood up.

There were bloodstains on his back, his spiritual sword was broken, and there were several bruises on his arms. He was panting and looked very embarrassed. This is the first time he has been in such a miserable state since he became a god.

Even back then, when he was just a little Qi-refining monk, he had never been as embarrassed as he was now when he encountered the green-faced kid without knowing anything about the situation.

Mo Hua's expression gradually became cold.

Divine Bones punched the ink painting away, and did not pursue it. Instead, it lowered its head and looked at its own sharp claws. There were tiny scars on its white bone claws.

This is the wound left by the sword when it shattered the sword that was transformed into spiritual thoughts. It was very subtle, but there was a faint pain of cutting. This is the way of the sword where humans sacrifice everything, just to kill...

The divine skeleton said: "The human monk's method is really interesting... He can actually hurt my third-level divine body with his second-level divine thoughts." "It's just that your way is still too weak..."

Shen Gu raised his head and looked at Mo Hua indifferently with his scarlet and hollow eyes.

"Does it make you proud to kill a few low-grade divine skeletons with such a small method? Does this satisfy you?" "You may have great opportunities and get these many inheritances, but your 'Tao' is mixed. Unbearable.”

"The use of the spiritual mind method is blunt and crude."

"You don't understand at all what true 'Taoism' is."

Shen Gu raised the blood knife and pointed it at the ink painting, "If you were only of this level, you would die here today. The foundation of your spiritual thoughts and the full embryo of the gods will also become my nourishment and pave the way for me to become a god. The road..."

Mo Hua looked indifferent and said nothing, but re-manifested a sword of spiritual thought.

This sword is no longer golden, but light yellow. The sword energy is continuous, thick and peaceful, neither fast nor slow. It looks extremely powerful and powerful as the Tai'a Kaishan Sword.

The style of the sword is like earth, carrying great virtue and endless life.

The scarlet eyes of the divine skeleton turned, and his body turned into blood and disappeared in an instant. In just a moment, he approached Mo Hua again, and the blood knife, carrying an extremely sharp killing intent, struck directly at Mo Hua's head. But this knife was blocked.

The Tai'a Kaishan Sword, with its powerful sword style, blocked the fierce bloody sword from Shen Gu. The blood knife did not advance an inch further.

Mo Hua didn't take a step back.

In fact, the two appear to be "evenly matched".

The hollow eyes of the divine skeleton glowed with a glimmer of light, "Blood belongs to water, and earth overcomes water, and...it looked at the golden-like "liquid" flowing in the body of the ink painting, among the limbs and bones. "Use the power of divine marrow to bridge the gap between the second-grade and third-grade divine thoughts...

Shen Gu's voice was hoarse, "Not bad..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly, swung open the bloody sword of the divine skeleton with a sword, and then activated the divine marrow, inspired the power of divine thoughts, and injected it into the Kaishan Sword in his hand, filled with the majestic aura of swordsmanship.

Mo Hua held the Tai'a Kaishan Sword, and with a twist of the blade, he began to fight with Shen Gu.

One person and one divine skeleton, fighting in close quarters, one sword after another, one move after another, the bloody sword light and the Kaishan sword energy intertwined. The scene was silent but repressed, with murderous intent overflowing.

The sword of Shen Gu is fast and fierce; the sword of Mo Hua is heavy and steady.

In just the blink of an eye, the swords clashed dozens of times. There were blood marks on Mo Hua's body, and there were sword marks on the bones of the divine skeleton. Attack and defense were switching rapidly, swords were colliding rapidly, no one spoke, only naked and bloody fighting.

In an instant, he met his opponent.

The spirit skeleton was stimulated, stimulating the killing intent in his heart. The more he fought, the more he felt. The blood in his body was surging, his aura was crazy, the knife was getting faster and faster, and the blood-colored knife light was airtight. There is almost only one word "kill" in its heart.

Mo Hua also felt great pressure.

In this rapid close-quarters strangulation, he had almost no time to condense spells, manifest formations, and formulate tactics. He could only kill.

All he can rely on is the "sword" in his hand, which can only be used with sword moves.

And it's not a high-end swordsmanship, but just the most basic sword moves that Patriarch Dugu taught him in the back mountain sword tomb. In the face of a truly cruel and fierce fight, all fancy moves are a burden, and all redundant techniques are useless. Everything is back to basics, with only the most basic moves, one chop, one slash, one stab and one kill.

Mo Hua's foundation in kendo was very weak, so he practiced a lot on the basics.

In the back mountain, he completed all the kendo lessons assigned by Patriarch Dugu meticulously. In reality, these sword moves may not be very powerful when used by Mo Hua.

But now in the battle of spiritual thoughts, it comes in handy.

Mo Hua integrated all these basic sword moves into an almost "instinctive" killing. In the extremely fast fight, he didn't care about any sword skills, he only wanted to use the fastest, cruelest, and most powerful sword to slash in front of him. The remains of the gods.

At the end of the battle, the fighting reached fever pitch. Mo Hua's expression was cold, with a hint of bloodthirsty, and his eyes also had a hint of madness. He seemed to have forgotten everything, his spells, his formations, himself, and even the sword in his hand.

He forgot whether he was killing or the sword was killing. The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. He is the sword, and the sword is him.

At this moment, Mo Hua vaguely understood what "the way of the sword" was and what "the unity of man and sword" meant. The gods who fought with Mo Hua became more and more frightened.

If it guessed correctly, this little devil should have relied on spells, body movements, and formations to make a living. The previous battles were also full of scheming and cunning. But under the high-pressure fighting, after fighting with him in close combat for a while, it seemed that the cruelty in the heart of the little devil was aroused, and he realized something. His sword became faster and faster, more and more fierce, and he moved forward without stopping, just like a bloodthirsty "little madman".

And the meaning of "kendo" in his sword is getting stronger and stronger, and the sword energy is getting sharper and sharper. His own bloody sword gradually could no longer suppress the light of his sword.

"The gods uphold the Tao, and the monks understand the Tao."

"But it can't be this way of 'enlightenment'. The understanding is too outrageous." Shengui's eyes were a little solemn.

And as Mo Hua's sword intent became stronger and stronger, its sword power gradually fell into disadvantage. But Shen Gu remained indifferent and continued to fight with Mo Hua.

After fighting for a while, Mo Hua shook the body away with a sword, stopped the sword in his hand, and did not make another move. He was a little confused, then gradually realized, and said to Shengui: "Are you consuming me?"

Shen Gu said indifferently: "The struggle of spiritual thoughts is a waste." "No," Mo Hua shook his head, "You are consuming my body."

At this point in the fight, he suddenly noticed that the blood of his physical body was a little weaker, and then he suddenly realized that the spiritual consciousness was burdened by the physical body.

He only has foundation building cultivation.

This third-grade divine skeleton is the divine thought of the ‘Golden Core’ realm. It penetrated into the sea of ​​​​his own consciousness and exceeded the limits of his physical body. The divine skeleton is an external evil, not one's own divine thoughts, so it exerts great pressure on the sea of ​​consciousness.

What's more, just now it went all out and fought with him for so long

The fluctuations of the third-level spiritual thoughts are constantly impacting his sea of ​​consciousness, and naturally impacting his physical body - at least impacting his mind. Mo Hua understood the purpose of this divine corpse:

If it can kill itself, then it will.

If you can't kill yourself, then consume it until your flesh and blood dries up, your consciousness is chapped, and your body is broken. That would be equivalent to death.

And if I can't kill it quickly, as long as I delay it for a while, it will be "me" who dies in the end. Shen Gu looked at the ink painting and said calmly: "You are indeed smart."

Mo Hua was not happy at all.

He knew that if he didn't think of a way to kill this "divine skeleton" quickly, he would not be able to cultivate the Tao once his physical body was gone. What's more, he can't afford it.

In order to fight with this third-grade divine skeleton, he was constantly consuming "divine marrow". The marrow was precious and hard-earned, and he simply couldn't afford it. After spending so much time, he is almost at the end of his life.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at Shen Ku, and said calmly: "You are very strong, but I am going to kill you now, and you are going to die." Shen Ku's empty eyes trembled slightly, and then he chuckled:

"You can't kill me with your Tao. Your Tao is too complicated..." "Although it's complicated, there are many," Mo Hua said.

Then he put away the Tai'a Mountain Sword in his hand, held it in empty hands, and raised it high above his head. Deep in his eyes, golden light flowed, and his whole aura suddenly changed, like a mountain or abyss, like a saint who sympathized with all living beings, or like a person who was indifferent. The gods of the common people.

At the same time, countless spiritual thoughts turned into streams of light and gathered in Mo Hua's empty hands. First there is the formation, then the formation flows, the sword formation manifests, and finally it condenses into various sword shapes.

The first one is the Tai'a Mountain Sword that lasts forever, but moves forward inexhaustibly. Then there is the broken golden sword with its sharp edge and bright golden light.

The cold and strange Guishui Sword...the flaming Lihuo Sword...

Formations one after another condensed into sword formations, turned into sword styles, overlapped in Mo Hua's hand, and condensed into the prototype of a "God-Slaying Sword" that was dazzling, extremely sharp, and slightly terrifying.

This "God-Slaying Sword", due to the fusion of many "sword-forming styles", has a mixed luster and flowing laws, and is longer and wider than the previous sword of divine will. The corpse looked horrified and lost consciousness.

It never expected that there would be such a "hodgepodge" of spiritual swordsmanship in this world. Moreover, Mo Hua was right when he said, "Although it is complex, there are many...".

There are so many ways of formations, five elements, and swords contained in it that it is unimaginable, so many that it makes one's scalp numb... No matter how powerful it is, it cannot be used.

While Mo Hua was concentrating his energy and accumulating strength, the blood energy all over the body of the divine body surged, turning into a streak of blood and heading straight for Mo Hua. The blood knife in his hand also slashed at Mo Hua's forehead. Halfway through, Mo Hua's pupils flashed, and the gloomy prison and the numerous sword lights formed a kendo prison, directly suppressing the divine skeleton.

The sword penetrates the lute's bones, and jails seven souls. Shocking Sword!

At this point, Mo Hua didn't care about any taboos and directly used the Jingshen Sword Style that was originally "sealed" by him. The corpse was instantly shocked to the spot, terrified and unable to move.

It estimated that within five breaths, it could break through this spiritual technique, but this time was enough for the little devil in front of him to successfully refine his unknown sword style. "Then let's fight Tao to see who lives and who dies..."

The murderous intention of the divine skeleton was gone, and blood oozed from its scarlet eyes.

Not only its eyes, but its entire body was soaked in blood, becoming bloody, powerful and terrifying.

A flavor of "Tao" emanates from it, mixed with the meaning of slaughter, cruelty, annihilation, killing, death, and "blood".

The blood all over the body of the god condensed upwards, forming a bright red dazzling "blood-slaying blade" above his head. It was unknown how many lives had been wiped out and how much blood had been swallowed up. After the blood blade was condensed, its powerful spiritual aura spread to all directions, and the bloody but pure law of Tao was especially present on the hodgepodge-style "God-Slaying Sword" of ink painting. The corpse's eyes are cruel.

"This little devil will definitely die today."

At this moment, Mo Hua's eyes were deep and solemn, and he finally began to gather the last "sword intention".

That is to say, he practices day and night diligently to kill his own soul and make it merge into the soul along with the wounds of his mind, Taixu Sword Style. It is the origin of the ancient Taixu swordsmanship that has been painstakingly researched and condensed by the Taixu Sect’s predecessors!

".This is?!"

Sensing this aura, Shen Gu was in disbelief for a moment.

Taixu's sword intention is ancient, powerful and unfathomable.

The origin of swordsmanship is integrated into it, and the "Sword of God" drawn by ink is truly beginning to take shape.

Mo Hua gathered his hands above his head, and the aura of the sword of divine thought in his hand suddenly surged, and the shape of the sword doubled in width. The ancient and mysterious Taixu sword intention on it slowly flowed, like the first judgment of heaven and earth, and the vast starry sky.

In the shocked and almost unbelievable eyes of the Blood Dao "Divine Skeleton", the powerful sword of Taixu Divine Sense struck down with a bang. Mo Hua shouted crisply:

"cut!!"