Chapter 697 Sword

Outside the Blood Refining Dojo, in front of the River Temple.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

His spiritual power and consciousness have been exhausted, but the foundation of his consciousness is too deep, so he has slowed down in this moment.

On the contrary, spiritual power recovers more slowly.

Mo Hua took a few pills to recuperate his spiritual power, and then sat in meditation to recuperate his consciousness.

There is still some tingling left in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the damage caused to the sea of ​​consciousness by forcefully deducing and dividing multiple deceitful thoughts just now.

The divine consciousness divided into three treacherous thoughts, and the fourth level of divine consciousness formed an array, which was several times faster.

But at the same time, the consumption of spiritual consciousness also increased several times, and in just a blink of an eye, all his spiritual consciousness was consumed.

It is obvious that he is only in the early stage of foundation building and has sixteen textures to change his consciousness. He is much stronger than monks of the same realm.

But the ink painting still gives rise to a feeling that "spiritual consciousness is far from enough".

Mo Hua sighed.

If his spiritual consciousness is strong enough, it is really possible for him to use the formation as a spell, turn hundreds of thousands into one thought, combine multiple deceptions, and form a killing formation in an instant.

In times of crisis, it is enough to turn the tide.

It just costs a lot of spiritual ink and spiritual stones, which is a bit "burning money".

And it seems that the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts is also useful for "differentiation of strange thoughts".

The differentiation of treacherous thoughts is equivalent to forcibly dividing the spiritual consciousness and carrying out various scheming calculations, which places a huge load on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Originally, I could only come up with a strange thought.

Just now he tried his best to separate an extra line.

In the end, if it hadn't been for the recent devouring of the "divine marrow", the spiritual consciousness would have further qualitatively changed, and its foundation would be solid, and it would not be able to branch out into another treacherous thought beyond the limit.

There are three levels of deception in total.

My own tricks are twice as powerful as before.

I just don’t know if Master’s “Heavenly Mystery Calculation” method measures the realm by the number of different thoughts divided by spiritual consciousness.

"My uncle never told me..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, and then he couldn't help but think again.

I can distinguish three evil thoughts, but what about my uncle? If we attack with all our strength, how many deceitful thoughts can we create?

When his uncle planted a demon in his mind and appeared in his sea of ​​​​consciousness to solve the riddle of the Heavenly Formation for him, the scene of thousands of strange shadows appeared in Mo Hua's mind again.

Thousands of mysterious shadows...

Mo Hua was shocked.

Looking at it this way, he is too strong!

The three treacherous thoughts of his were nothing compared to his uncle's "honeycomb" of dense treacherous shadows.

"As expected of Master!"

Mo Hua nodded in his mind.

But then he had another doubt.

Only after he ate the divine marrow and transformed his spiritual consciousness could he endure the pain of being distracted by scheming calculations, withstand the load of the sea of ​​consciousness, and manage to separate three scheming thoughts.

Then what method did Master Uncle use to sort out so many dense and countless evil thoughts?

Could it be that the uncle's spiritual consciousness also underwent some kind of "qualitative change" or some kind of "transformation"?

Or is it that there is a more profound method of "devious ways and distractions" in scheming, and the master didn't teach him?

No, that's not right...

His uncle had no intention of teaching him, so how could he blame him?

The only thing to blame is that I was not smart enough and failed to learn the essence of trickery from my uncle.

Mo Hua sighed.

My life also has limits, and the "Tao" also has no limits.

It seems that I have to work harder.

Mo Hua gathered his mood and prepared to continue meditating and regain his consciousness, but in the end he couldn't help but another thought emerged.

"The differentiation of spiritual thoughts..."

Mo Hua frowned.

He remembered Huangshan Jun said that powerful gods can divide into thousands.

The same is true for the Evil God. The Divine Skeleton of the Great Wilderness Evil God, that is, the golden evil eye, once said, "The Great Wilderness is endless, with thousands of Divine Skeletons." This means that the Lord of the Great Wilderness has already divided countless "Divine Skeletons"...

Gods can differentiate.

The deception can also be differentiated...

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Then this method of scheming and differentiation of treacherous thoughts is not a method of divine thoughts created by simulating the method of differentiation of gods...

The god's spiritual consciousness divides the divine body, and the monk's spiritual consciousness divides the evil thoughts.

So this weird idea can also be regarded as a kind of "divine corpse"?

By dividing your own thoughts, are you actually dividing your "divine body"?

Mo Hua was startled by his own thoughts.

He thought about it carefully and found that dividing "conspiracy" and dividing "divine body" should be different. After all, one is a monk's method and the other is a god's talent.

But in essence, the more I think about ink painting, the more I feel like it.

There's just no way to prove it.

He couldn't run up to his uncle or the Great Wild Evil God and ask them about the similarities and differences between ghost thoughts and divine bones.

I'm just afraid that one of them will kill me immediately and make me a "little puppet".

The other one will eat him immediately and turn himself into a "little god servant".

Mo Hua couldn't help but shudder and shook his head.

Forget it, let’s talk about it later when we have a chance.

Mo Hua hid this idea in his heart, thinking that he would think about it slowly later, or ask his old friend Huangshan Jun when he had time.

But now, by chance, Mo Hua relied on himself and found some ways to advance his spiritual thoughts.

That is, the more divine marrow is eaten, the deeper the quality of divine consciousness becomes, the more deceitful thoughts can be differentiated, and the stronger the secrets of heaven are.

The more abundant the spiritual consciousness is, the deeper the foundation is to support the calculation.

Whether it's calculations, formations, or spells, the speed will be faster.

The magic in the world can only be broken if it is fast.

The same seems to be true for formations and other methods.

As long as it is fast enough, you can take the initiative and seize the opportunity.

If it is extremely fast, you can not give the enemy any chance to breathe. All kinds of methods, continuous offensive, it is always your turn!

"Divine essence..."

Mo Hua looked up, glanced at the river temple in front of him, and licked his lips habitually.

After that, he calmed down, pretended that nothing had happened, and meditated peacefully to restore his state to the best.

Others were also meditating and taking medicine to heal their wounds.

This breakout from the demon temple was extremely dangerous, but fortunately, although everyone was injured, they were all safe and sound, which was considered a close call.

The two black-clothed men used as "sacrifices" were covered with wounds, but these human traffickers have committed many evils and their hands are stained with blood. As long as they are left with a breath, no one cares about them.

After everyone had rested, Mo Hua's consciousness and spiritual power were almost restored, so everyone set off and walked towards the River God Temple.

Before reaching the temple, Mo Hua was startled and his expression changed slightly.

"Sword intent?"

He looked around and saw sword marks in front of the River God Temple, as if a sword cultivator had fought with all his strength here in the past.

Sword marks crisscrossed the ground, and some stone pillars in front of the temple also had traces of being cut off by sword energy.

Although hundreds of years have passed, there are still sword intents left.

It can be seen that this sword cultivator must have outstanding sword skills.

And to be able to kill the evil god alone with a sword, his consciousness must be very powerful.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he looked at the sword marks one by one, his consciousness moved slightly, and he carefully understood the meaning of the sword.

It's a pity that these sword intents seem to have been polluted and corroded by something, and the sword intent left is not pure.

Mo Hua, a half-baked sword cultivator, can't understand it at all.

Not to mention being able to learn a move or a move.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful and unwilling.

"How about calculating it?"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then he learned and applied it, and once again used the Tianji Guisuan to amplify the Tianji Yansuan.

His eyes were dark, and the incarnation of his divine thoughts began to differentiate into strange shadows.

The strange shadows were like Mo Ying Taoist robes, draped over Mo Hua.

One layer, two layers...

Mo Hua wanted to separate into three layers, but when he divided into two layers, he found that his sea of ​​consciousness began to hurt again, as if the injury just now had not healed, so he could only separate two layers of strange thoughts and make do with it.

With the blessing of two layers of strange thoughts, under the Tianji Yansuan.

Mo Hua's eyes flashed, and the cause and effect suddenly appeared, intertwined and floating.

This time the cause and effect was clearer than before.

Strands of pure white cause and effect lines emerged from the sword marks all over the ground, and floated towards the River God Temple.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Does this mean that the method of sword intent is hidden in the River God Temple?

Mo Hua no longer hesitated and walked straight to the River God Temple. Before entering the temple, Mo Hua thought for a moment and turned back to warn:

"That old bastard should also be in the temple, everyone be careful."

Everyone nodded.

In front of the River God Temple, there are two black-painted golden gate pillars, on which are written words such as "good weather and good harvests" and "peaceful Jiangze".

But there are many sword scratches on the pillars, and the handwriting is unclear.

Looking up, there is a plaque with three big characters "River God Temple" written on it.

Mo Hua scanned it with his spiritual sense, frowned slightly, and then stepped into the temple.

Entering the temple, you will see the main hall.

The main hall is empty, with nothing around it. Only in the middle of the distance, there is an offering table, and above it stands a statue of the River God.

The River God statue has a fish face and a human body, wearing a Taoist robe with cloud embroidered waves, with his hands folded and placed in front of his chest, his mouth is like a bloody basin, his teeth are white, he sits high, and his eyes are majestic and terrifying.

Under the river god statue, there was a pool of blood.

The blood was thick and soaked a figure, that was Master She.

His current appearance was very strange, half demon and half monk.

The blood in the blood pool was constantly repairing his body.

Everyone looked stern and frowned.

Master She was soaking in blood. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes. When he saw everyone, he was surprised and said in a hoarse voice:

"How could you come here?"

Master She smiled coldly and walked out of the blood pool slowly.

The injuries on his body were nourished by the blood and were as good as new. At the same time, his body gradually grew taller, his muscles bulged, and he turned into a demon again.

"My injuries have recovered. Next, I want you..."

Mo Hua waved his hand.

Gu An and his men immediately rushed forward, using swords, knives, fists and feet. After no less than dozens of rounds, they knocked Master She down again, tied him up tightly with the soul-binding chain, and pressed him to the ground.

Mo Hua curled his lips.

This old bastard is not a fire Buddha. He just learned some demonic methods. Why is he pretending to be so powerful...

"I brought the sacrifices, and the two children are here too. Didn't you say you wanted to pray to the river god and exchange the sacrifices?"

Mo Hua said condescendingly: "Change quickly!"

Yu Dahe also became nervous.

Master She was pinned to the ground by several Gu family men. He turned into a demon and sneered: "It's too late. There's no hope. Wait for death."

Mo Hua said indifferently: "Brother Xiao An, kill this old bastard."

Gu An hesitated for a moment and looked at Mo Hua for advice.

Mo Hua nodded, "Kill him!"

Gu An no longer hesitated, raised the butcher knife, and chopped at Master She's neck. The blade went down halfway, breaking the skin and flesh, and blood flowed.

Master She turned pale and screamed to Mo Hua: "Are you serious?"

Mo Hua ignored him.

Gu An was still exerting force, and the blade was slashing towards his neck.

Master She widened his eyes and shouted, "Yes, they can be saved! Yes, they can be saved! I will open the altar! Those two children can be saved by opening the altar!"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Really! Really!" Master She nodded.

Mo Hua gave Gu An a look, and Gu An stopped, pulled out the knife, and bled.

Master She covered his neck, hating him in his heart.

This little bastard is really cruel, and he kills when he says he will.

"Are you saying bad things about me in your heart?" Mo Hua's expression turned cold.

Master She trembled with fear and shook his head quickly, "No! No!"

"Give him a pill to stop bleeding," Mo Hua said, and then looked at Master She with cold eyes, "I will only give you one stick of incense time, hurry up and open the altar, go and ask your Lord River God to exchange the souls of the two children, otherwise I will have someone chop you up and throw your body to feed the demons outside..."

Master She hesitated and said, "One stick of incense is not enough..."

Mo Hua's eyes became dangerous.

Master She smiled bitterly, "It's really not enough. We have to open the altar, offer sacrifices, and pray to the gods. One stick of incense is not enough..."

"How long will it take?"

"At least..." Master She whispered, "half an hour."

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded, "I'll give you half an hour."

Master She breathed a sigh of relief.

"My storage bag..." Master She looked at Mo Hua again, and seeing that Mo Hua looked unfriendly, he quickly explained, "The things for opening the altar and offering sacrifices are all in the storage bag."

Mo Hua thought about it, and said to Gu An, "Little An, give him the storage bag first."

Gu An nodded and returned Master She's storage bag to him temporarily.

But some magic elixirs, skills, evil weapons and other things in it were still confiscated.

Master She took the storage bag and began to set up the altar.

The head of the fish monster, the bloody candle, the human hand bones, the bloodstained yellow cloth...

All some evil and weird things.

Master She placed the altar on the table while glancing at Mo Hua from the corner of his eye, cursing in his heart:

Damn, I was wrong.

I thought this kid was just an arrogant and domineering little idiot from a noble family who came to make achievements.

But I didn't expect that he was a cruel and ruthless little devil.

The wound on his neck was burning.

The viciousness in Master She's eyes flashed, and then he continued to prepare for the opening of the altar while enduring the pain.

Mo Hua used this time to look at the entire River God Temple.

This River God Temple looked empty and majestic, but also simple.

From the temple, it was ordinary, without the terrible scene of blood mist outside, as if the bloody omen he had just seen was just an illusion.

And there was no altar.

Mo Hua looked for a long time, but he didn't find the real altar that could make him "desire".

Just like the unfinished altar in the deepest part of the Bishan Demon Temple.

There was only one statue.

But this statue looks like an ordinary statue. It doesn't look like the natal statue of the river god, nor does it look like the preaching statue of the evil god.

The only strange thing is that this statue is actually immersed in a pool of blood.

Mo Hua looked down at the blood pool and found that the blood in the blood pool was thick, and there were limbs and dissolved flesh and blood.

Just one look, Mo Hua felt extremely disgusted.

"What is this blood pool with the statue soaked in it used for?"

Pollute the river god with blood and flesh to make him degenerate?

Mo Hua was a little confused.

He looked up again, looked around, and scanned the entire river temple. There was a vague illusion that someone seemed to have locked it here.

The real secrets of the river temple were locked up and prevented him from seeing.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She.

He had a hunch that the key to locking the secrets of the river temple might be hidden in Master She.

In addition, there was another problem, which was the sword of divine thoughts.

Hundreds of years ago, the sword cultivator who was proficient in divine swordsmanship came here alone. It seemed that he had fought with the evil god, leaving sword marks all over the ground outside the temple.

And the cause and effect of those sword marks were all gathered in the River God Temple.

But this temple, although shabby and simple, there was no sign of fighting, and there was no sword intent left by divine swordsmanship.

"Where is the cause and effect of divine swordsmanship hidden?"

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back and walked around the River God Temple against the corner of the wall. He still had no clues, so he couldn't help but focus on Master She.

Master She was frightened by Mo Hua's deep and unfathomable eyes.

"Little... Young Master, is there anything wrong?"

Master She asked with a forced smile.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked:

"Is there a sword in this temple?"

Master She was extremely shocked, but soon calmed down, and said without showing any expression on his face, puzzled: "What sword is the young master talking about?"

But his slight emotional fluctuations could not be hidden from Mo Hua at all.

"You know."

Master She's pupils trembled.

Without waiting for Master She's answer, Mo Hua's eyes brightened and he thought to himself: "You know this sword..."

"Then you have seen it..."

"The sword is in the temple, hidden in a place you know, but I have never been to..."

Mo Hua glanced and understood instantly.

"Blood Pond!"

"In the entire River God Temple, only the Blood Pond is a place you have entered, but I have never been to..."

"When we entered the door, you were in the Blood Pond."

"So there is a sword, in the Blood Pond!"

Mo Hua was clear and sharp.

Master She felt a chill in his heart.

He is so smart that he is close to a demon.

How could this kid be like an old demon who is smart, suspicious, and has seven orifices in his mind...

Mo Hua ordered: "Go to the blood pool and fish out the sword for me."

Master She's lips trembled, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Mo Hua say in a crisp but cold voice: "I don't listen to excuses."

Master She's scalp was slightly numb, "I still need to sacrifice to save that..."

"The blood pool is not deep, so it won't waste much time." Mo Hua said.

Master She saw that he couldn't perfunctorily, so he could only sigh:

"There is indeed a sword at the bottom of the blood pool, but I don't know how to take it out..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "I don't care, you figure it out yourself."

Master She wanted to say something, but Mo Hua's eyes had already revealed some sharp edges.

Master She felt like he was on edge, so he had to sigh and walked towards the blood pool.

Gu An and Gu Quan held knives and stared at him.

In the blood pool, I don't know what flesh and limbs were melted, bloody and filthy.

If ordinary cultivators go in, they may have their bodies corroded, their spiritual power polluted, and even their consciousness degenerated.

But Master She has entered the evil way, so he is not afraid of these.

Master She secretly cursed Mo Hua in his heart, and then walked to the blood pool where the statue was soaked, jumped down, and sank to the bottom of the blood pool.

The blood pool was surging, and the breath was shaking.

After a while, Master She came out of the blood pool reluctantly and threw a bloodstained sword on the ground.

Gu Quan took out the silk cloth, wiped the blood, and handed the sword to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked at it carefully, and his pupils shrank.

This is a broken sword, with only a small part of the sword tip left. The sword body has been corroded by blood and has lost its luster, but its material is extraordinary.

Although Mo Hua is not proficient in refining, he knows a little about refining materials.

The gold and iron used to forge this sword are at least three-grade or above.

In other words, this is a broken...

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