Chapter 711 God War

A few days later, in the secret room of the forbidden land.

Mr. Tu, who had shed his elegant human skin and revealed his true appearance, knelt in front of the horned statue in panic, his skinny face pale.

His body was torn, his limbs twisted, and he collapsed on the ground.

His consciousness also sank into the boundless wilderness purgatory, experiencing various tortures such as tongue pulling, finger cutting, chest piercing, steaming, etc.

In pain, on the verge of despair.

This is divine punishment.

It was the Lord of the Great Wilderness, and the divine punishment came because he did not do his job well.

The altar was occupied, the divine power was stolen, and the demon army suffered heavy losses.

The Lord of the Gods was angry, unlike before.

While Mr. Tu was suffering in purgatory, the Lord of the Gods roared in his mind, and his heart trembled.

After a long torture, the torture ended.

Mr. Tu's consciousness was redeemed from the wilderness purgatory, and no longer endured the pain of despair.

His blood was flowing back, and his skin was gradually recovering.

But the pain of the divine punishment was like a red-hot iron, deeply imprinted in Mr. Tu's sea of ​​consciousness, and he would never forget it in this life.

Mr. Tu struggled, knelt on the ground, and said devoutly with a weak breath:

"Thunder and rain are all the great grace of the Lord God..."

"Thank you for the punishment..."

In the secret room, the oppressive tyrannical evil thoughts calmed down a little.

Mr. Tu took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice:

"The gods are as majestic as the sky, and human lives are as humble as ants..."

"People...cannot spy on the gods, cannot covet the throne of the gods, and cannot steal the power of the gods..."

"It's impossible for...anyone..."

Mr. Tu said to himself in panic.

He couldn't think of anyone, and couldn't think of any way, who could use a mortal body to steal the honorable position of the gods and exercise the authority of the Lord God.

It's impossible for anyone, in any way!

Even the four words "stealing divine authority" are themselves extremely disrespectful to the Lord God. Let alone actually doing it, even just thinking about it is a great offense and "blasphemy"!

But the Lord God's authority was indeed stolen.

The Lord God's majesty was indeed offended.

The Lord God's servants also suffered heavy casualties.

Therefore, Mr. Tu made a bold guess.

He knelt on the ground, gnashing his teeth, but said in fear:

"People will never do such a crazy thing!"

"All this is not a "people" secretly instructing and plotting evil."

"It is a god, no, it is very likely an "evil god"!"

"This evil god is hostile to the Lord God, secretly coveting the Lord God's honorable position, blaspheming the Lord God's altar, and occupying the Lord God's authority!"

"Only gods can fight against gods!"

"This "evil god" is the real mastermind behind the scenes!"

The evil thoughts in the room suddenly surged.

An angry and tyrannical will filled the surroundings.

Mr. Tu prostrated himself, not daring to say a word, not daring to move at all, only his fingers trembled slightly.

After a moment, the tyranny dissipated and the atmosphere calmed down.

The Lord God did not blame Mr. Tu.

It seemed that He also recognized Mr. Tu's guess.

Since the mastermind behind the scenes is the evil god, all this is the scheme of another "evil god".

Mr. Tu is just a mortal. No matter how high his cultivation is and how deep his faith is, he can never be the opponent of the "evil god".

It is even more impossible to predict the various evil means of another "evil god".

When Mr. Tu was trembling with fear, he suddenly felt that a strong evil thought had poured into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although his consciousness was more bloody, more evil, and more chaotic, it was stronger.

And there seemed to be some more profound array memories in it.

This is the array inheritance that was stripped alive from the minds of some array masters!

Mr. Tu's eyes trembled.

This is the blessing of the Lord God!

The Lord God has fallen asleep and has not yet revived, so many things still have to be done by himself.

Especially now, what he is facing may be another "evil god", and the secrets of heaven are unpredictable.

So he descended his great power and bestowed the inheritance to ensure that there is no mistake.

The Lord God's plan cannot afford any mistakes!

Mr. Tu was filled with gratitude, bowed his head and knelt, then slowly raised his head and said with deep eyes:

"Taixu Sect is the supporter of the evil god."

"Gu Family, Gu Changhuai, are the minions of the evil god."

"This will be a 'God War' cast with the flesh and blood of mortals!"

"The authority of the Lord of Gods must start from the Great Wilderness and descend on Qianzhou!"

...

At this moment, Mo Hua, who was regarded as an "evil god" by Mr. Tu, was lazily basking in the sun on the grass.

Yu'er finished his homework and rolled around happily beside him.

Mo Hua ate a lot of monsters in the Great Wilderness.

Yu'er's nightmares were much less stressful, and he slept well every night, and his personality became more and more cheerful.

Mo Hua played with Yu'er while flipping through the Taixu Order.

He wanted to find a few second-grade seventeen-pattern formations in the Taixu Order to learn.

It would be best if he could use the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams formation that he was most familiar with. This would make it easier to get started, and it would also be easier to learn other high-level second-grade formations step by step from the simplest to the most advanced.

Mo Hua lay on the soft grass, picked for a while, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"Too expensive..."

Generally, a second-grade seventeen-pattern formation would cost four or five hundred merit points.

Mo Hua's current merit points were two thousand points, which was already a lot for a disciple who had just entered the foundation-building stage.

He actually had more.

Drawing formations, making bounties, and occasionally doing errands for Daotingsi, and getting some meritorious deeds from Uncle Gu.

He has many more ways to earn merit than ordinary disciples.

It's just that learning formations consumes a lot of money, so he spends a lot of money.

These two thousand points of merit may seem like a lot, but in total they can be exchanged for four or five sets of seventeen-pattern formations, which is more or less.

And it can be replaced, but after the replacement, the merits will not be much.

Mo Hua was born in poverty, and without more than a thousand meritorious deeds in Taixuling, he always felt uneasy.

"Contribution..."

Mo Hua suddenly remembered that he had another meritorious deed at Dao Tingsi.

It was the merit that Uncle Gu had promised to gain for himself when he helped capture the Fire Buddha.

This meritorious service is still going through a tedious process in the Daoting Division.

It's really too slow...

Mo Hua sighed.

His meritorious service was enough before, so he was not in a hurry for now, but now that he can learn the seventeen-line formation, his meritorious service consumes even more.

Now that we are somewhat stretched, we urgently need this contribution to meet our urgent needs.

Mo Hua planned to urge him.

During the day, Uncle Gu was busy with Dao Tingsi affairs and was quite busy, so it was inconvenient to disturb him.

After class in the evening, Mo Hua wrote to him:

"Uncle Gu, where is my meritorious service, hasn't it arrived yet?"

Gu Changhuai waited for a stick of incense. He didn't know what he was busy with. It seemed that he finally got some free time, and then he replied:

"What feat?"

Mo Hua's face darkened, "The merits of the Fire Buddha!"

"oh."

Only then did Gu Changhuai remember.

"It should be soon. I'll go check it out tomorrow. I think it will be approved in two days and transferred to Taixu Sect."

Mo Hua was overjoyed and immediately changed his face and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gu."

"Um."

Gu Changhuai said calmly.

"By the way," Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked, "What about Mr. Jin?"

Gu Changhuai was silent for a while.

Mo Hua said: "Just tell me a little bit..."

There are some things that Daotingsi must keep secret and cannot be disclosed to the outside world. Mo Hua also knows this in his heart.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "It doesn't hurt to tell you a little..."

Being able to catch Mr. Jin and his group, Mo Hua also counts as one of the first achievements.

Gu Changhuai said: "Xie Liu is temporarily imprisoned in Dao Prison for attacking Dao Ting Si Dian Si. Other crimes cannot be implemented yet..."

"Several other Jinmen Duanmen disciples are currently in detention. Jinmen Duanmen wants to get people, and they are still operating in secret. The result is unknown."

"As for Mr. Jin, Daotingsi has issued an approval document and has been released..."

"Let him go?!" Mo Hua was startled.

Gu Changhuai sighed: "That Mr. Jin, named Jin Yicai, is a direct descendant of Duanjinmen. It is true as he said, his ancestor was once the head of Duanjinmen, and now his grandfather is the chief elder of Duanjinmen, and his father is the head of Duanjinmen." Deputy head, his mother is the true elder of Duanjinmen..."

"His father's lineage has been in the upper echelons of Duanjinmen for generations; his mother's lineage is related to the Seven Pavilions of the Central Daoting and is also quite prominent in Daozhou."

"Jin Yicai is the child of a marriage between two major families..."

Gu Changhuai said sarcastically: "But the marriage between two major families gave birth to this beast, Jin Yicai. He has been arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and now he is even more lawless..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Then...Jin Yicai has violated Taoist laws, right? Selling monks and refining human elixirs. At this point, does the Tao Tingsi not care about it?"

"That's the problem..."

Gu Changhuai sighed, "He has thrown away the blame. He doesn't know about selling monks, and privately refining human elixirs has nothing to do with him."

"His father used his connections in Jinmen to intercede with Daotingsi."

"His mother used her maternal connections to secretly exert pressure on the border of Qianxue Prefecture through the Central Dao Prefecture."

"She even went to Daotingsi in person and said that Jin Yicai was 'young and ignorant. He is still a child. What can he know? If he does something bad, someone will either frame him or instigate him secretly...'

He also said, 'I have watched this child grow up with good conduct, hard work in cultivation, filial piety and respect for his elders. His grandfather, and even some ancestors in Daozhou, also like him very much...'"

Gu Changhuai's expression was sarcastic, which eventually turned into helpless.

"Duanjinmen is one of the twelve tiers of Qianxue. To a certain extent, it also symbolizes the appearance of Qianxue's state boundaries. It cannot expose such a big scandal."

"Daotingsi is constrained by all parties and has many concerns. It will be difficult to handle this case."

The expressions in the ink paintings are complex.

This Jin Yicai, whether it is true or false, may be a "child" with "good conduct, filial piety and respect for his elders" in front of his parents and elders.

But in the eyes of other monks, he was a complete beast.

Such a big thing can be suppressed.

Anyone who enters Daotingsi can be fished out.

Mo Hua couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the "evil god" or the "human heart" that was evil.

"Be careful. Jin Yicai will retaliate. He has also met you. If he is humiliated this time, he may not seek revenge."

After Gu Changhuai finished speaking, he felt apologetic.

If Jin Yicai could be managed in Daotingsi, Mo Hua would not have to face these risks.

It's a pity that he is just a dianshi, not a boss.

If he were in charge and had enough authority, he would kill the little beast Jin Yicai first and then tell him!

"Hmm, Uncle Gu, don't worry." Mo Hua said.

He is not afraid of Jin Yicai.

Once I learn the Seventeen Pattern Formation, I won't be afraid of him anymore.

Just be careful of the lackeys of Duanjinmen.

But this is easy to deal with.

In the future, I will either stay in the sect or go to the second-grade state boundary to play. In the second-grade state boundary, be careful, and Duanjinmen can't do anything to me.

On the contrary, Uncle Gu is expected to be hated by Jin Yicai, and even the Jin family and most of Duanjinmen. Maybe there are other minions of evil gods who are thinking about him.

"Uncle Gu, you should be careful too." Mo Hua warned.

"Yeah." Gu Changhuai said lightly.

Mo Hua didn't know whether he knew the seriousness of the matter.

But no matter what, Uncle Gu is a Jindan after all, and he is also the director of the Daoting Sidiansi. It is not the turn of a small foundation-building disciple like me to care about him.

After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua concentrated on learning the formation.

He specially picked a second-grade seventeen-pattern "Gold-killing Formation" from the Taixu Order to learn.

This is a formation that suppresses the five elements.

The Gold-Suppressing Formation, as the name implies, is to suppress the flow of gold spiritual power and weaken the power of gold magic or swordsmanship.

"Let's keep it simple first, learn this set of Gold-Suppressing Formation for backup..."

"If the Broken Gold Sect dares to provoke me in the future, I will learn more, or even make a whole set of formations to restrain gold swordsmanship!"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

After midnight, Mo Hua's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he practiced this "Gold-Suppressing Formation" over and over again on the Taoist stele.

This is also the first set of formations that Mo Hua has learned, a high-level second-grade formation.

The Gold-Suppressing Formation is more difficult, and Mo Hua didn't learn it all night.

After class the next day, he was just about to continue practicing, when suddenly a disciple came to him, "Mo Hua, I just passed by the Meritorious Pavilion, and the Meritorious Elder asked you to find him."

"Meritorious Elder?"

Mo Hua was startled, and then his eyes lit up.

Could it be that the merits of the Fire Buddha have arrived!

"Thank you!" Mo Hua thanked the disciple and ran to the Merit Pavilion happily.

The elders of the Merit Pavilion were waiting for Mo Hua.

Seeing Mo Hua enter the door, the Merit Elder looked at him suspiciously, "What formation did you draw for Dao Tingsi?"

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Uncle Gu was very thorough in his work. In order to avoid getting himself into trouble, he still used the "excuse" of drawing formations.

"Many, many formations." Mo Hua said.

The Merit Elder snorted, "Nonsense, no matter how many formations, you can't earn so many merits."

"How much?"

Mo Hua looked excited.

The Merit Elder glanced at Mo Hua and sighed, "Eight thousand."

Eight thousand? !

Mo Hua's eyes widened.

So much!

Fire Buddha is really valuable!

Mo Hua's fair face was full of smiles.

The Meritorious Elder explained: "This reward is not issued normally. It is specially allocated by the Daoting Division, so it must be confirmed by the sect first before it can be transferred to you."

"Yeah!"

Mo Hua nodded repeatedly.

However, he did not care about these specific procedures, as long as the merits could be given to him.

The Meritorious Elder hesitated, but still did not say much. Instead, he followed the rules and asked Mo Hua to sign and seal, and then transferred the merits to his Taixu Order.

Mo Hua signed, sealed, received the merits, and said goodbye to the Meritorious Elder. He was happy and walked away with joy.

The Meritorious Elder looked at Mo Hua's back, but was a little silent.

Eight thousand merits...

Even for some inner disciples, it is a "huge sum of money", not to mention Mo Hua, who has just been a disciple for less than two years.

The merits of the sect are not so easy to earn.

In theory, this merit, no matter what the origin, has been passed by the Daoting Division, at least it is "clean" on the surface.

There was no need for him to get to the bottom of it and pry into the disciples' privacy.

But the meritorious elder was still full of doubts.

What did Mo Hua do to earn these eight thousand merits?

What did he do as a disciple in the early stage of foundation building, and what kind of bounty did he complete to earn eight thousand merits at one time? !

This is too unreasonable.

He has been a meritorious elder for hundreds of years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

The meritorious elder flipped through the documents from the Dao Ting Division.

It was vague, and simply said that Mo Hua, a disciple of Taixu Sect, was proficient in formations and assisted the Dao Ting Division in handling cases. He was rewarded with eight thousand merits as an encouragement.

It couldn't be that simple...

The meritorious elder frowned and pondered.

He thought about everything about Mo Hua again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to him.

Mo Hua, Dao Ting Division, formations...

Mr. Xun!

The meritorious elder figured it out.

It must be Mr. Xun. He used the back door and his connections to transfer the eight thousand merits from Daotingsi to Mo Hua, so that the child could use them to learn the formation!

Mr. Xun is a figure of the ancestor level, although on the surface, he is just a meticulous "old teacher".

But he has a long life and a respected status, and his connections in the entire Qianxuezhou are extremely wide.

Only Mr. Xun has such great ability to go through the procedures from Daotingsi and transfer merits to Taixumen.

However, no matter how respected you are, you can't do such a thing!

The merit elder was a little angry.

Eight thousand merits, it's not a small number.

No matter how much you love Mo Hua, you can't "spoil" him like this, and force him to grow up like this.

He is just a disciple of Taixumen, not your great-grandson!

Even your great-grandson can't do that!

The sect has its own rules. It is harmless to break exceptions occasionally in other places, but how can merit, which concerns the system of the sect, be taken lightly?

The meritorious elder ran to find Mr. Xun angrily.

When he arrived at the elders' residence, he knocked on Mr. Xun's door directly. After the Taoist boy led him in, he sat aside and drank tea.

After half an hour, Mr. Xun, who had finished calculating, walked out of the inner room. He was frowning and thinking hard. When he raised his eyes, he saw the meritorious elder with an unhappy face.

Mr. Xun was stunned, "Why are you here?"

The meritorious elder said helplessly:

"Uncle Master, there should be some limits to your love for your disciples. Some rules can be broken, and some rules cannot be violated..."

"Without rules, there will be no order."

"You are not loving your disciples, but harming them..."

Mr. Xun frowned and said, "Did you damage your brain by practicing? You come to me and talk nonsense. What are you talking about?"

The meritorious elder sighed, "You are still pretending to be confused with me."

He put a letter with the spirit seal of the Dao Ting Division on the table, "Didn't you ask the old heads of the Dao Ting Division who have connections with you to approve this merit?"

Mr. Xun slowly picked up the letter, glanced at it, and was a little stunned.

Ink painting?

Eight thousand merits?

Approved by the Dao Ting Division?

Mr. Xun blinked and read it again to confirm that he was not mistaken. His mood fluctuated for a while.

Dao Tingsi... How could he give 8,000 merits to Mo Hua?

What did Mo Hua do?

Or, what was Dao Tingsi doing?

The merit elder saw that Mr. Xun looked surprised and didn't say anything. He felt a little nervous and realized that he might be a little reckless.

The merit elder couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up slowly and asked tentatively:

"Master uncle... This merit, it's not your connections..."

Mr. Xun glanced at him indifferently.

The meritorious elder immediately apologized with a smile: "My disciple was reckless. I shouldn't have doubted you, the old man, who is upright and impartial..."

Mr. Xun said: "Next time you don't use your brain, go to the back mountain and sweep the sword tomb for your great-grandmaster. Your junior sister will be the elder of the Meritorious Pavilion."

The meritorious elder was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat and immediately said:

"Great-grandmaster, spare me, I... The Meritorious Pavilion is very busy, I won't disturb you in your quiet cultivation..."

After saying that, he immediately stood up, saluted hurriedly, and slipped away.

Mr. Xun shook his head, then his eyes fixed, and looked at the letter in his hand again, muttering in his heart.

Mo Hua, this child, seems to be a little different from what he remembered...