Chapter 701: Slaying the God
In front of the River God Temple.
Mo Hua's small body confronted the tall and evil River God, but he was not inferior in momentum.
The surrounding area had become a ruin, with broken walls and dilapidated temples.
Most of the River God Temple was first submerged by the River God's magical power of the Infinite Blood River, and then burned to ashes by Mo Hua's fire formation manifested by his divine thoughts.
In the ruins, only the square where the fishermen knelt and the hall behind the River God remained.
The River God looked at Mo Hua with deep fear.
Mo Hua's eyes were calm and fearless, but he also felt a little tricky, especially with this kind of "magic power" of the blood river.
Even for a cultivator who cultivates divine thoughts to transform swords, unless the sword intention reaches the pinnacle, it is probably dangerous to encounter such a powerful blood river magical power.
The sword cultivator senior should have broken this blood river magical power.
But Mo Hua didn't see it when he deduced the cause and effect.
It should be that during the battle, the fluctuations of the divine thoughts were too large, blurring the cause and effect. When I was deducing, it was just a flash, and I couldn't see the specific process of the battle.
That senior must have received the true sword-transforming teachings of the Taixu Sect, and after years of swordsmanship, he had such divine thoughts and could fight against the gods head-on.
And ordinary cultivators, even ordinary sword cultivators who transform their divine thoughts into swords, would have no chance of survival when encountering such "divine power" means of the true god level.
"This is... the real power of the gods."
"Innate divine power..."
Mo Hua was shocked, and then he couldn't help but have an idea:
"... I wonder if I can learn it?"
Divine power!
These two words sound very impressive!
If I learn it, wouldn't it be as powerful as the gods?
Mo Hua was a little tempted.
But he also knew that he was not a real "god". Since this magical power was an innate talent, it might not be learned later.
What a pity...
Mo Hua stared at the river god again.
At present, he and the big fish are evenly matched. It seems that it is not so easy to defeat it.
The river god also has this idea.
He looked at Mo Hua with a more serious look, and said slowly in a hoarse voice:
"In the past few hundred years, you are the second person who makes me feel so difficult."
"The first one is a sword cultivator."
"Hundreds of years ago, he came here alone, one man and one sword, wanting to destroy my Taoism. His swordsmanship is profound and unfathomable, and his sword intent is extremely sharp..."
"If it weren't for my superior skills, I would have almost fallen into his hands."
"But no matter how strong his sword intent is, he is just a 'human' and cannot change the fact that his spiritual consciousness is fragile."
"But you are different..."
The river god's eyes widened slightly, with a bit of amazement.
"...Your divine consciousness is very powerful; you have rich experience in killing with divine consciousness; your divine consciousness methods are endless, and you can manifest spells and even such profound formations..."
"It can be said that you are more like a 'god' than a 'human'."
"But no matter how strong your divine consciousness is, your killing power is far less than that of the sword cultivator back then."
"His divine consciousness is too extreme. His divine consciousness turns into a sword, and his divine consciousness is the sword. So his sword can hurt me, but I can also easily injure him."
"And your divine consciousness is too balanced in both offense and defense. Even if I use my magical powers, I can't kill you. On the other hand, you can't do anything to me..."
The River God looked indifferent.
Mo Hua licked his lips, "How do you know if you don't try it?"
Then he rushed up again without saying anything, and fought with the River God.
If they were close, they would fight with fists and feet, and if they were far away, they would restrain with spells, and occasionally manifest a few formations to blast the River God.
The River God fought with Mo Hua, either using a bone harpoon to condense blood thorns to fight, or using the Blood River magic to corrode Mo Hua's mind.
But this time, the magic was smaller in scale, only condensing a bloody evil river within a few feet around his body to limit Mo Hua's attack.
After fighting for dozens of rounds, although Mo Hua had a slight advantage, it was difficult to determine the winner. It was indeed as the River God said, he could do nothing to it.
Mo Hua suddenly realized something, his hand was filled with golden light, and he punched out, but the River God blocked it with a bloody demon claw.
Mo Hua took the opportunity to retreat, distanced himself, and said unhappily:
"Are you stalling for time?"
The River God saw that Mo Hua understood, smiled slightly, and showed his white fangs.
"You are a human, and if you are a human, you have a physical body. I just need to drag you into this dream, and wait for your outer physical body to decay, or if something unexpected happens, your physical body will perish..."
"No matter how strong your divine consciousness is, it has become a rootless duckweed. Either you die, or you degenerate into evil and become an evil ghost..."
"If you die, you will be on your own."
"If you become an evil ghost, your vitality will be greatly damaged, and you will not be my opponent."
"So, from the moment you entered the dream, I have been invincible."
Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a while, and then said frankly:
"I admit defeat, I don't want to play anymore, can you let me out?"
The river god's eyelids jumped.
This little ghost is really thick-skinned.
It has lived for so long and has seen so many people, demons, ghosts and gods, but it has never seen anyone admit defeat so straightforwardly, so calmly, and so confidently.
But it doesn't believe it at all.
This little monk, though young, is cunning and strange, and you can’t trust a single word he says.
The river god sneered and didn’t answer.
Mo Hua sighed, and then turned around and ran without saying anything.
The River God didn't care at first, but then he saw that the direction Mo Hua ran away was the square where the fisherman knelt down, and his eyes flashed with fierceness.
"Little ghost, you want to destroy my temple?!"
The River God turned into blood and evil thoughts, and immediately chased after Mo Hua.
But after chasing for a long time, he chased to the square, but still couldn't see Mo Hua.
"Where did you go?"
The River God frowned strangely.
It thought for a while, and suddenly felt a shock, and said in surprise:
"The hall!"
This little ghost, I don't know what means he used, actually concealed his breath and made a feint to the east and attacked in the west.
He wanted to steal the house!
The River God was so angry that his hair and beard were all erected, and the blood river immediately rolled back, and returned to the front of the hall at a faster speed.
From a distance, it saw that the door of the hall, which was originally closed, was forcibly broken open with a hole, just enough for a child to get in.
"What a cunning little beast!!"
The river god was furious and rushed into the hall immediately.
Inside the hall, there were blood silk and gold canopies, carved beams and painted buildings, luxurious and luxurious, with various skull carvings and pearls transformed from bloody evil thoughts.
It was like a small dragon palace at the bottom of the river.
It was just that this "dragon palace" was blood-red and full of bones, which was a bit hellish.
In the middle of the hall, there was an altar.
The altar had simple reliefs, luxurious furnishings, and was solemn and solemn.
In the center of the altar was a river god statue made of gold and stone, which looked exactly like the river god, but on its head, there were two goat horns grafted, which looked very strange.
And under the river god statue, there was an offering table.
The offering table was full of fish sacrifices, and a closer look showed that they were all made of human bones and flesh.
In the middle of the offering table, there was a glazed fish tank full of blood-red fish.
Under the altar, two children were kneeling, they were Yu Dahe's two sons.
At this time, they were kneeling devoutly to the river god statue, and two special blood fish were wandering in their minds, as if they were "assimilating" the two children.
The two children seemed to be "alienated", with blood-colored gills growing on their cheeks, green scales growing on their skin, and signs of fins on their hands and feet, as if they were turning into two "little kappas" little by little.
At this time, Mo Hua was standing in front of the altar, touching his little chin, thinking and nodding slightly.
First of all, he guessed correctly.
The river god used the infinite blood river magic to flood most of the river temple, but only two places were not flooded, one was the square and the other was the main hall.
In the square, there were believers of the river god, which was the foundation of preaching.
The door of the main hall was closed, and he had never entered it, so he didn't know what was inside.
But the river god never flooded the main hall, which must be because there was something in the main hall that was as important as the foundation of preaching, or even more important.
Since it was hard to tell who would win, Mo Hua thought it would be better to take a peek, so he pretended to flee to the square, but actually used the art of concealment, secretly turned back, broke the door of the main hall, entered the real "hometown" of the river god, and saw the real altar.
The river god had never expected that Mo Hua would hide.
He had never expected that Mo Hua would be so bold and cunning!
He looked at Mo Hua and trembled with anger.
Mo Hua stood in front of the altar and smiled at the river god with narrowed eyes.
The river god instantly understood what Mo Hua wanted to do, and he couldn't help but tremble with fear, and shouted in shock:
"You dare!?"
Mo Hua naturally had nothing to fear.
He picked up the glass fish tank with a lightning speed, smashed it to the ground, and stepped on the blood fish in the fish tank to death one by one.
Then he raised his foot and kicked over the altar, turned around and kicked again, kicked down the river god statue, and even jumped on the head of the river god statue and broke its two horns.
Mo Hua moved very quickly.
The River God was far away and could not stop him in time. He could only watch Mo Hua's evil deeds. In a blink of an eye, the entire altar was in ruins.
The River God's heart was bleeding.
This was the altar that he had painstakingly built over hundreds of years, but in the blink of an eye, it was all destroyed.
The River God was furious, and his evil thoughts were boiling. The blood on his robe was so thick that it turned black.
Just as the altar was destroyed and the glass fish tank was smashed, the blood fish evil spirits in the minds of Yu Dahe's two sons were like fish out of water. In just a few breaths, they gradually wilted and died.
The two children also stopped alienating.
Mo Hua thought to himself that it was true.
To eliminate evil, you must do everything possible, and to exorcise evil, you must cure the root cause.
The altar is the key to everything.
At this time, in the square, the fisherman who was kneeling to the River God, the blood fish in his mind also died one by one due to dehydration.
The eyes of the fishermen gradually became clear.
As if they had woken up from a nightmare, their hazy cognition went back and they gradually regained some consciousness. At the same time, they were also getting out of the dream bit by bit.
The entire river temple seemed to be trembling slightly.
This "collective nightmare" was constructed by the river god, but supported by the faith of the fishermen.
Now that the altar has been destroyed, the nightmare has lost its root. Once the fishermen wake up and get out of the nightmare, it will inevitably shake the foundation of the entire nightmare.
The eyes of the river god were already red.
It was already alert enough, but it never expected that it would encounter such an outrageous human beast today.
Not only is the divine consciousness ridiculously strong, but even the mind is cunning and treacherous.
And he made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, directly destroying the altar, which shows that he is not completely ignorant of the way of the gods.
It is even possible that he knows a lot.
The taboos of the way of the gods are only circulated among the gods, and mortals know only a drop in the bucket.
Which bastard god told this little evil creature who deserved to be chopped to pieces the taboos of the gods? !
The body of the river god began to twist and deform.
The fish head seemed to have a tumor, growing and shrinking.
It was because of anger, and also because the shattering of the "nightmare" shook its origin.
"Okay..."
The voice of the river god was hoarse and distorted, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.
"You want to destroy my temple, cut off my foundation, and destroy my way of gods..."
"Then I will eat all the people and animals, strengthen my divine consciousness, and then slowly torture you, a little devil, and eat you alive..."
The river god turned into a river of blood and disappeared in an instant.
Mo Hua's heart trembled, and he realized that something was wrong. He quickly turned into flowing water and rushed to the square in front of the hall.
When he arrived in front of the square, he saw a bloody scene in the middle of the square.
A deformed fish monster, with a fat head, a body like a demon, and a blood-red body. Its whiskers were as thick as tentacles, scattered around, binding the fishermen one by one, and absorbing their spiritual consciousness.
The awakened fishermen were terrified and struggled to escape.
Mo Hua saw at a glance that this fish monster was the river god.
His spiritual thoughts flowed, manifesting the five elements of magic, and he used golden blades, water arrows, and fireballs to kill the bloody fish whiskers around him, cutting them off or burning them one by one.
But there were too many whiskers, and Mo Hua couldn't cut them all.
Even if he used the formation, it had little effect.
However, the power of the river god was increasing little by little, and the whiskers were getting thicker and thicker, and the evil thoughts on his body were reaching the peak step by step.
It even stimulated an evil thought that did not belong to it.
This evil thought was very familiar to Mo Hua, and he had even "eaten" it.
The Great Desolate Evil God...
Mo Hua frowned, his expression was extremely solemn, and then he gritted his teeth and began to concentrate, as if he wanted to condense a large formation to deal with the River God.
But before he could finish his manifestation, several bloody fish whiskers suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced into his calves, then tied Mo Hua tightly and hung him in front of the River God.
Mo Hua still struggled, but the evil thoughts of the Great Desolate God were entangled on the fish whiskers, which were extremely strong and tied Mo Hua tightly.
No matter how Mo Hua struggled, he could not break free.
The River God's voice was cold, with a hint of sarcasm:
"No need to struggle..."
"I've said that your divine consciousness is strong, but too balanced. Everything is strong, but not to the extreme."
"Unlike that sword cultivator back then, his divine consciousness is far inferior to yours, but his divine consciousness turned into a sword, which is extremely sharp..."
"So he can injure me severely, but you can't!"
"You can't break my divine body, and in my nightmare, you can't do anything to me."
Mo Hua heard this and stopped struggling, as if he had given up resistance.
After a while, his crisp voice sounded again.
"Is there a possibility..."
Mo Hua looked at the River God who was so close to him, and suddenly smiled brightly, "...I can also turn my divine consciousness into a sword?"
The River God was startled, and then his pupils suddenly widened, full of horror.
At the same time, a very sharp golden light suddenly appeared.
The majestic, qualitatively changed divine thoughts that were comparable to the power of gods all flowed into Mo Hua's right hand, and were constantly compressed and condensed, forging into an extremely heavy and condensed sword shape.
The sword shape was rough, like a sword embryo, but the divine thoughts contained in it were extremely sharp and murderous.
It was like a magical sword condensed with the powerful divine thoughts!
A bit of divine essence was integrated into the sword to sharpen the sword.
Mo Hua waved his hand casually, and a light golden light flashed, condensing into a golden line, easily cutting off all the tough evil thoughts in front of him!
A huge fear surged in the eyes of the river god.
The crisis of life and death was right in front of him, even more terrifying than the crisis of the sword hundreds of years ago.
The river god struggled and retreated, wanting to stay away from Mo Hua, and away from this "little king of hell" holding a golden sword.
But it was too late.
Mo Hua flashed in front of it, pressing its shoulder with his left hand, holding the sword of divine thought in his right hand, and stabbed it suddenly.
The golden light was sharp and invincible, and it directly pierced the river god's chest.
Just like the sword that the sword cultivator stabbed hundreds of years ago.
But the sword cultivator's sword was silver.
And Mo Hua's sword was golden.
The divine thought was powerful, and it melted the light golden essence, and it was a real "god" sword.
The river god's chest was broken by the light golden sword light.
The sword energy transformed by the divine thought strangled the bloody evil thoughts in its chest into pieces.
A huge blood mist suddenly gushed out in all directions.
The evil thoughts of the river god also continued to dissipate in all directions, and its entire divine body, like a deflated ball, gradually shrank, and finally returned to its original state.
The fishermen who were sucked by the river god's fish whiskers also escaped from the clutches one after another.
There was still fear in their eyes as they looked at the demon-like river god in the middle.
This is... the river god? !
The fishermen who had just woken up from a nightmare were panicked and looked uncertain.
Then they saw an even more incredible scene...
A young monk with a light golden light wrapped around his body and a golden sword in his hand dragged the river god to a platform, then pressed the river god's head with his left hand, raised his right hand and swung the sword, drawing a dazzling golden light, and the river god was cleanly beheaded.
This shocking scene impacted the hearts of all the fishermen, making them horrified and unable to calm down for a long time.
The river god was beheaded by the sword transformed by Mo Hua's divine thoughts.
The entire river temple lost its owner, and it shook violently and began to collapse.
The nightmare also began to collapse faster.
The figures of the fishermen gradually dissipated.
They were forced to be expelled from the nightmare.
Including Yu Dahe's two children, as well as Gu An and Gu Quan, they gradually woke up from the nightmare...
The river god, whose head and body were cut off by the divine thought sword, gradually turned into a pool of thick blood.
This pool of blood was composed of evil thoughts.
But there was no light golden essence.
Mo Hua frowned, but time was limited, so he took a deep breath and swallowed all the evil thoughts of the river god into his stomach.
But it was too late to refine it.
Mo Hua estimated that there was still some time, so he returned to the hall and came to the altar.
The altar had been destroyed.
The river god statue fell, the altar turned over, the glass jar was broken, and the evil offerings were scattered all over the ground. As the dream collapsed, they gradually twisted and turned into wisps of evil spirits.
Mo Hua searched the altar from top to bottom, but found nothing valuable.
There was no essence.
There was nothing to "eat".
The remaining faint evil spirit was not even enough to fill his teeth, and Mo Hua looked down on it.
"Why is this altar... so poor?"
Mo Hua sighed, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a blood-stained fish swimming out of the statue.
A fish that slipped through the net?
Mo Hua wanted to reach out and pinch the fish to death.
At the critical moment of life and death, the fish desperately shook its body, throwing away all the dirty blood and water on its body, revealing its silver-white body.
A small silver fish?
Mo Hua was startled, with a slightly surprised look on his face, but seeing that there was no bloody aura on the small silver fish, and no evil god pollution, he had a kind heart and spared its life.
The shivering little silver fish nodded repeatedly to the ink painting, as if to express its gratitude, and then it turned into a silver light and swam away, no one knew where it swam to.
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