Chapter 670: "Deification"

People who “eat” God? !

The pupils of the golden evil eyes suddenly shrank, and then the eye sockets trembled violently, and the golden bloodshot eyes bulged, which contained an extremely frightening emotion.

It finally understood what it was afraid of and what it was afraid of...

Humans are just God’s livestock, God’s humble dogs.

How can livestock deserve to eat God?

"absurd!"

"ignorance!"

The voice with golden evil eyes was sharp and twisted.

"How dare you blaspheme the majesty of God!"

"Stupid kid, you have no idea what you are doing, what a terrible taboo you have violated!"

Mo Hua looked puzzled:

"I just said casually, why are you so excited? You are a 'god' after all, and you have no restraint at all..."

The bloodshot eyes on the evil golden eyes became a bit more ferocious and thick.

It was used to seeing believers who bowed their heads and worshiped it, and monks who humbled and praised it. It couldn't stand such rude and mocking words from a human kid.

"I will kill you sooner or later..."

"Empty out your flesh and blood, cut off your internal organs, drain your spiritual consciousness, and use your sea of ​​consciousness as a hotbed to reduce you to a 'god slave'. You will be enslaved by me for generations, and you will never be able to transcend..."

The golden evil eyes said sharply.

Mo Hua was startled.

This evil god is so vicious and can hold grudges so easily...

I don’t know what it is exactly…

Mo Hua thought for a while, then his eyes suddenly brightened, pretending to be arrogant, he glanced at the evil eyes with disdain, and said in a very contemptuous tone:

"Is it just you?"

"You are my defeated general. The monster's body was cut into thousands of pieces by me. I also dug out the big eyeball. You are about to be 'eaten' by me. What are you threatening me with?"

The golden evil eyes suddenly calmed down after hearing this.

It stared at the ink painting with extremely cold eyes, and its voice was hoarse and dry, filled with anger:

"Endless wilderness, thousands of divine corpses..."

"Millions of monsters, all living beings are like dogs..."

"You humble creature, you have blasphemed the gods. One day, you will die without a burial place!"

Mo Hua's eyes trembled slightly.

Endless wilderness, thousands of divine corpses?

What's the meaning……

Does it mean that the God of the Great Wilderness has been divided into thousands of parts, and there are countless remains of gods?

Is this eye just one of the remains?

Is the Lord of the Wilderness so powerful?

Mo Hua frowned.

It seems like... I've made a big mistake?

However... this seems to be unavoidable. The evil god wants to kill me, but I can't really be like an "animal", standing still and letting it slaughter me.

and……

It seems a bit impolite not to "eat" the food delivered to your door.

"do not care……"

Mo Hua decided to eat the "big eyeball" of the golden evil god first.

The Lord of the Great Wilderness, the corpses of thousands of gods.

Since there are so many, one more and one less should have little impact.

He may not know if he "eats" one secretly.

But how to eat it? Just chew it?

Mo Hua looked at those ugly golden evil eyes and couldn't stop talking.

Mo Hua stared at the evil eyes for a while, then suddenly felt startled and realized something was wrong.

This golden evil eye was tightly grasped by Mo Hua, unable to break free, as if he had accepted his fate, but deep in the evil eye, there was still an obscure light flowing.

If you don't observe carefully, you won't notice it at all.

"Something's wrong..."

Mo Hua frowned delicately.

This big eyeball still has some evil ideas in its mind, and it is still planning something.

But what is it planning?

Mo Hua thought for a while and found that he had no clue.

It is the remains of the Evil God, and it inherits part of the Evil God's will. He has no idea what methods it has and what trump cards it has.

I am very lacking in the knowledge of gods.

If it "eats" it and is eroded by the will of the evil god and pollutes the Taoist heart, things will not be great.

Gods are not like monsters.

The divine thoughts of gods contain divine essence, which is essentially different from ordinary demons.

If you meditate by yourself, you can stick to your own heart and calm the evil thoughts of demons, but it may not be able to suppress the will of gods.

What's more, this god is still an "evil god".

No matter how you think about it, the risk is still very high.

"In this case, it's better to be on the safe side..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

He grabbed his golden evil eyes and walked towards the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The originally quiet golden evil eyes suddenly noticed something was wrong and asked:

"Kid, what are you going to do?"

"I'll show you something good!"

Mo Hua said as he walked.

The uneasy premonition in the golden evil eye's heart became stronger and stronger.

There is something incredible in its heart.

Could there be any secrets hidden in this kid? It can even make it instinctively fearful.

After a moment, a profound and ancient atmosphere filled the air.

The golden evil eyes suddenly stiffened.

It seems to sense that a very ancient statue contains the aura of a "god" that contains the Great Dao.

Then it saw a broken monument emerging from the sea of ​​consciousness.

The golden evil eyes were shocked.

monument? !

The strange look in the evil eyes was also keenly noticed by Mo Hua. He asked in a low voice: "Do you... know this monument?"

The evil golden eyes looked at the monument, calmed down his emotions, and sneered:

"It's just an ancient and incomplete monument..."

Mo Hua's big clear eyes stared at the evil eyes suspiciously.

The golden evil eyes trembled slightly, but did not show anything strange.

It really does not know the origin of this broken monument.

At least, this monument is different from those ancient monuments in the memory of its ancient gods...

The suspicion in Mo Hua's eyes became more and more serious.

The golden evil eyes trembled, but still showed only a hint of contempt, and said coldly:

"So, what you want me to see is this monument?"

Mo Hua looked at the golden evil eye again, his gaze was deep and thoughtful, and suddenly he smiled brightly and said:

"No, it's something more beautiful!"

The golden evil eyes felt something was wrong.

Mo Hua grabbed it with both hands and pressed it to the corner of the Taoist monument.

The golden evil eyes were caught off guard and saw a flash of red.

This red color is brighter than blood, redder than sunlight, and more terrifying than anything else.

The terrifying thunder flows on it, containing the indifferent and ruthless laws of heaven and earth, adhering to the will of heaven to obliterate everything.

"Jie...Jie Lei?!"

The golden evil eyes screamed.

Its eyes were trembling and its bloodshot eyes were bulging. It struggled hard, but was tightly held by Mo Hua's two small hands.

Scarlet lightning flashed.

In just a moment, Jie Lei completely obliterated the golden evil eyes.

The golden evil eye turned into a pool of gold water. At the same time, there was a pure golden shadow in the evil eye, a majestic and terrifying ram's horn shadow, which disappeared in ashes amid struggle, roar and unwillingness.

Mo Hua's thoughts are indeed true.

Although I don’t know what this pure golden ram’s horn shadow is, it should be related to the will of the Great Wild Evil God.

If he "eats" it together with the golden evil eyes without knowing it, I'm afraid there will be consequences.

Something like the evil god has existed for who knows how long, and its power and methods are unfathomable.

If you don't be more careful, it's really hard to guard against.

Fortunately, I used Tribulation Thunder to eliminate the "poison"...

Otherwise, if you are unclean, your brain will definitely be damaged.

"Thunderbolt is really useful..."

Mo Hua praised in his heart.

The golden evil eyes were directly shattered by the tribulation thunder, and the inner evil god's will was also erased, turning into a pool of pure "divine essence".

The golden color of this divine essence has also become much lighter.

It seems that part of the origin, along with the will of the evil god, was destroyed by the thunder.

The remaining spiritual essence, both in quality and quantity, has "shrunk" a lot compared to before.

But these essences are pure, clean, and unconscious.

Not only is it safe and healthy, it is also easier to “digest”.

If it's less, just be less.

"I wonder what will happen to my consciousness after 'eating' these..."

"Will there be a breakthrough?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, full of expectation.

Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked in all the essence into his mouth.

In an instant, an ancient and mysterious divine thought struck Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

The divine marrow, like blood threads, seeps into the incarnation of divine consciousness in the ink painting.

These "spiritual marrow blood threads" are woven layer by layer with an obscure pattern that secretly fits the pattern of the "Mysterious Sky Formation", solidifying the divine thoughts painted in ink.

It is as if on the foundation of Taoism, the divine marrow is used as the bricks and stones to build the steps to ascend to the gods.

Suddenly, the ink painting has an illusion.

He has already stepped into the taboo of the gods with one foot.

All things in the world, and thousands of creatures, are just like a stupid dog in one’s own eyes, and they are the dust under one’s feet.

They believe in themselves, worship themselves, and are dominated and enslaved by themselves.

The clarity and agility in his eyes gradually faded.

Instead, there was a majestic and indifferent light golden color.

This light golden color, with the essence of the spirit as its nourishment and the eyes as its windows, gradually spreads, seeps into the incarnation of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts, and merges with his spiritual body.

The whole body of the ink painting is faintly glowing with gold, making it look like a "god".

His cute face gradually became majestic, and the arrogance and indifference in his eyes became more and more profound...

At the same time, the humanity in him is also "disappeared" bit by bit...

At this moment, the Taoist stele suddenly vibrated.

The ancient, clumsy yet clear voice resounds through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua's expression was shocked, and he came back to his senses in an instant, and immediately began to meditate, searching for his true heart amidst the confusion of thoughts that were assimilated by the "gods".

His Taoist heart was illuminated by divinity, but it was also barren.

The ink paintings try their best to meditate and reflect on the original mind.

From childhood to adulthood, bit by bit in his memory began to gradually come back to life.

The people he met and the things he experienced emerged one by one.

Parents, Elder Yu, friends, master, puppet elder, junior brother, junior sister...

Joy, anger, sorrow, separation and reunion, all kinds of emotions gradually came to my mind.

The barren heart in the ink painting seems to be nourished by the spring rain, and the human nature is gradually recovering.

The cold and solemn light golden color in his eyes gradually faded away, and the clarity and agility in his eyes gradually filled up again.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua's eyes returned to normal.

All those pale golden marrows were restrained, gathered within the incarnation of his spiritual consciousness, and integrated into the "flesh and blood" of his spiritual consciousness...

Mo Hua looked at his hands and frowned.

His consciousness has not been enhanced.

In other words, it has been enhanced a little, but not too much, and it is still stuck at the realm of sixteen lines.

But his consciousness seemed to have "qualitatively changed" again.

In the deepest part of his spiritual body, there is already a faint, continuous stream of pale golden "blood of god".

This is his own golden "marrow" that he devoured and refined!

He felt that his consciousness had a real difference in "quality".

This was the consciousness of a "god".

His consciousness was stronger.

But this strength was not reflected in the realm, but in the "divine quality".

These seemed to be two completely different dimensions of consciousness.

This was also the difference between a cultivator and a god.

Mo Hua was confused and a little uneasy.

The feeling just now was still engraved in his heart. The little bit of divine essence he swallowed almost wiped out his "humanity" and almost assimilated his "heart of Tao".

He almost forgot everything about being a "human" and regarded himself as a "god" who was high above and overlooking all living beings.

This was just "eating" a "sheep's eye".

If he ate more, would he forget who he was and completely become a cold and young "god"?

Mo Hua frowned.

The master asked him to "prove the Tao with his consciousness", but he didn't seem to say that he wanted to "become a god with his consciousness"...

These seemed to be two different paths?

Mo Hua was a little confused, his mind was in a mess.

"In the final analysis, I still know too little about the gods..."

Mo Hua sighed.

"Forget it, I've already eaten it, so there's no point in worrying now."

And his consciousness has indeed been enhanced, but it's not an improvement in realm.

But people should be content and not be too greedy.

I am now in the early stage of foundation building, and my consciousness has reached the limit of the middle stage of foundation building.

If I break through again, it will be the late stage of foundation building. That's it...

Mo Hua felt a little regretful, but he still calmed down.

I will find time to learn about "deification" in the future.

All fear comes from the unknown.

I know very little about "gods" now, so I am worried.

I will find an opportunity in the future to find out more about the origin and details of the gods. If I know more, I will definitely have a way to deal with it and reduce the sequelae of "eating" gods.

And that Great Desolate Evil God, I feel like he must be a "stingy guy". Although I only "ate" one of his eyes, he will definitely hold a grudge.

I should be more low-key in the future.

I should also think ahead of time, what should I do if the Great Desolate Evil God knows about my "cheating".

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

Now the eyes of the Great Desolate Evil God have been wiped out by the thunderbolt, leaving only the essence, which was eaten up by me.

The Great Desolate Evil God should not be blamed on me.

After all, he is a great evil god, it is impossible for him to be unrestricted.

Now I don't know whether he is "alive" or "sleeping".

Even if he is "alive", with so many powerful cultivators in Qianzhou, it is unlikely that he will focus on me, an unknown little foundation-building cultivator.

Mo Hua nodded, thinking it made sense.

What's more, I still have the Dao Monument, and there is a "thunderbolt" on the Dao Monument.

The Dao Monument guards the heart, and the thunderbolt pits "people".

As long as the evil god is not here in person, I should not be afraid.

If they are weaker, he can handle them by himself, and he doesn't even need the Dao Tablet to help.

At most, after handling them, he can use the thunder to "disinfect" them, and use the Dao Tablet to "teppanyaki", which is clean and hygienic, and also helps with absorption and "digestion".

Mo Hua was completely relieved.

Too many lice don't itch, too many debts don't worry.

Master has offended them, so he doesn't care about another evil god.

They are too powerful, and they should not take me, a "little ant", seriously, provided that he is more low-key...

Mo Hua looked around and found that there were no other evil thoughts or divine thoughts left in his sea of ​​consciousness, so he felt at ease and withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the remote valley, Mo Hua, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes.

The mountains were gray and the sky was not yet bright.

There were traces of fighting all around.

There were fireballs, formations, swords, and magic.

Not far away, the body of the black-clothed leader was lying there.

But at this time, the corpse had been corrupted by the demonic energy and melted into a pool of turbid black water.

It didn't corrupt before, it seemed to be because of the evil eye.

Now that the evil eye has left the body, it has the same fate as the other black monks.

The demonic energy corroded the body, and there was no body left.

But Mo Hua had remembered his appearance.

Although he was blown up by the Lihuo Formation, there were some burn marks on his face, his face was sinister, and his voice was gloomy, but he looked quite young, estimated to be only in his twenties.

And he should be a child of aristocratic family.

It is even possible that he is a disciple of the sect.

But Mo Hua didn't know who he was.

Mo Hua thought about it carefully and decided not to tell this matter for the time being.

If he told it, once the news leaked out, he would become the target of these black monks who lived in the shadows.

The Great Desolate Evil God might also find him.

They must have a strong background to be able to be human traffickers near the border of Qianxuezhou.

I might also be targeted by these big forces behind the scenes.

Besides, even if I tell others, no one will believe me.

Now the black-clad leader is dead, his flesh and blood turned into a pool of black water, his face is unrecognizable, and there is no evidence.

Without evidence, it will be regarded as a rumor and slander, which will cause trouble for me.

No matter how I think about it, it is very inappropriate.

Mo Hua shook his head.

It is better to keep an eye on it secretly and check the clues. When there is solid evidence, I will secretly tell Uncle Gu.

Before that, I must not show my head.

Mo Hua flipped through the storage bag of the black-clothed leader again. There were only spirit stones and a few common standard spirit swords in it.

In addition, there were a few pills, but they were evil pills at first glance.

There was nothing valuable.

Mo Hua first drew the Lihuo Formation and burned the black-clothed leader's body again.

Then he drew the Burial Formation and buried his body deeply under the earth and rocks.

The traces around were also tampered by Mo Hua to cover up his own traces.

This black-clothed leader was completely buried in this remote valley.

Even if someone came, they couldn't find his body.

Even if his body was found, this matter had nothing to do with Mo Hua.

No one believed that he, a young disciple in the early stage of foundation building, could kill a vicious demon cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building alone.

Mo Hua handled it properly and felt that it was foolproof, so he nodded.

He silently thanked Uncle Zhang Lan in his heart.

"Thanks to Uncle Zhang Lan's guidance, I have gained experience. I killed people and buried the bodies without leaving any clues or trouble!"

After that, Mo Hua rushed back and met up with Cheng Mo and the others.

He deliberately took a long detour and changed the direction, then adjusted his mentality, imagined a scenario in which he was chased by the black-clothed leader, was very panicked, and finally escaped, and then rushed back.

Before he approached the abandoned refining shop, his consciousness found Cheng Mo and the others.

They scattered in all directions, looking anxious, and all shouting "Mo Hua's" name.

At that time, they were shrouded in the blood light of the evil eyes. Although they could not move, they vaguely knew that Mo Hua had led the vicious black-clothed leader away.

These people of theirs were lucky enough to survive.

So after the people from Daotingsi came, the two groups of people dispersed together, casting a net, looking for Mo Hua in the mountains.

They were worried that Mo Hua had been murdered by the black-clad leader, and they were worried and guilty, so they shouted Mo Hua's name desperately.

Mo Hua was touched and waved to them from a distance.

"I'm back!"

Cheng Mo and others were overjoyed, especially Cheng Mo, such a big man, his eyes were a little red.

"Mo Hua, are you okay?"

"Are you not injured?"

"Where is the man in black?"

Several people asked anxiously.

"I'm fine." Mo Hua nodded, and then showed a "scared" look:

"The man in black was too scary, I was no match for him..."

"He chased me, I could only run away, and then found an opportunity to hide in a big tree..."

"It was too dark and the mountain was complicated, the man in black was careless and didn't find me."

"After that, he seemed to be afraid of being discovered by Dao Tingsi, so he left. I hid in the tree, avoided the limelight for a while, and then came back to find you..."

Mo Hua told the story he had made up in a serious manner.

Plain and simple, but reasonable.

Cheng Mo and others did not doubt it and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately..."

"You are so lucky!"

"I was so worried..."

"This black-clothed bastard, when I reach the middle stage of foundation building, I will definitely cut his head open when I meet him again..."

"Come on, you are in the middle stage of foundation building, and he may be in the late stage of foundation building..."

...

Several people were relaxed and talked more.

Mo Hua also smiled slightly.

Things will be simple after that, and Mo Hua doesn't have to worry about it.

The Dao Ting Division rescued the abducted monks and sent them back to the nearby Dao Ting Division.

They also inspected the bodies of the black-clothed monks one by one.

Mo Hua and Cheng Mo and the other four took a carriage, escorted by the Dao Ting Division's Executive Officer, and went to Taixu Gate in Qianxuezhou.

Mo Hua originally wanted to visit his old friend Huang Shanjun.

But the time was not enough, and at this time, it was better to have less trouble than more. It was better to follow the carriage and return to Taixu Gate to avoid complications.

The carriage of Daotingsi was very spacious, but not too comfortable.

Despite this, Cheng Mo and others fell asleep.

They were chased and killed first, then they fought back, and then they jointly ambushed and killed a dozen men in black in the abandoned weapon refining shop, and finally they searched for Mo Hua in the mountains and forests for several hours, and they were already very tired.

At this time, they relaxed and couldn't help falling asleep.

Mo Hua leaned against the window, looking at the scenery outside the carriage, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Human traffickers, demonic energy, evil eyes, evil gods...

It seems that the Qianxuezhou realm has long been uneasy.

Under the prosperous appearance, the evil cause and effect seems to have been ready to move, and what we see now seems to be only a small corner.

I don’t know what else is hidden in the dark...

Mo Hua’s eyes are slightly solemn.

…

Amid the sound of "tick-tick" of horse hooves, the carriage carrying Mo Hua and the others bumped and swayed all the way back to Taixu Gate.