Chapter 931 Dream Sign

The divine punishment is still intensifying, this is a punishment for multiple crimes.

Mr. Tu's bones were broken, his flesh was twisted into a knot, and blood seeped into the floor, but Mr. Tu did not dare to resist or beg for mercy, and could only bear it all.

His hatred for Taixu Sect continued to penetrate into his bones along with this pain.

If it were not for Taixu Sect... Ten Thousand Demon Valley would not be destroyed, Yanzhi Boat would not be swept away, and his plan would not be restricted everywhere.

Now that the Demon Sect is surrounded and suppressed, the main force is still the twenty Jindan elders of Taixu Sect!

Mr. Tu was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off.

At the same time, the divine punishment was also coming to an end.

After a period of pain like crushing bones and ash, and the divine punishment of the three thousand purgatory in the Great Wilderness and various tortures, Mr. Tu finally got a breath.

He planned for a thousand years for the master of the Great Wilderness.

The "divine punishment" suffered in the past thousand years is far less severe and cruel than in just a few years.

All this is thanks to the Taixu Sect that believes in that fierce god.

He will never forget this vengeance.

Mr. Tu's flesh and blood moved, bones grew flesh, flesh grew skin, and he became a human again. He crawled on the ground, kowtowed to the huge sheep bone statue in front of him, and reported devoutly:

"I spent all my efforts to raise the evil dragon for the master's divine fetus, but it ran away. He became disloyal and felt that his bloodline was noble, so he was unwilling to dedicate everything to you, the Lord."

"I will find him and peel his skin."

"Blood Refining Sect, Ten Thousand Demons Mountain... I borrowed their Taoism and spread the Lord's reputation, which aroused their greed. He They also want to get involved in Qianxuezhou and get a piece of the pie..."

"It doesn't matter. Once the catastrophe is coming, letting these real demon sects stir up trouble will also offer more generous sacrifices for the revival of the Lord of God..."

"By then, believers will live and non-believers will die, and these demon sects are no exception."

"These demon cultivators are used to killing people and being lawless. They don't know that there are real horrors in this world that they can't imagine."

"The divine fetus of the Dragon King Temple has fallen silent..."

"Taixu Sect The fierce god is worthy of being the enemy of the Lord of God. He can suppress the power of the fetus of God. It is really terrible, but that's all. "

"I still have a backup plan. There will be a more suitable 'fetus of God' as the 'container' for your arrival."

"The situation is more urgent..."

"The Dao Court has noticed something, the noble families have begun to be vigilant, the Taixu Sect is even more tit-for-tat with us, and the fierce god is also eyeing us covetously."

"Now, the Demon Sect has not developed yet, but it has been completely surrounded and suppressed..."

"Someone is forcing me to advance the plan."

"In this case...then I won't wait."

Mr. Tu looked ferocious, "The next discussion meeting..."

"I will dry the state boundary, blood will flow into a river, thousands of cultivators will be slaughtered, and this world will be turned into purgatory to welcome the arrival of the Lord of God!"

Mr. Tu's expression was fanatical, and his injuries were also recovering rapidly. It seemed that the evil god in the dark heard the good news of recovery and was "rewarding" his loyalty.

Mr. Tu knelt on the ground tremblingly. Under the reflection of the green candlelight, his face was gloomy and terrifying, like a demon.

"The next discussion meeting... blood will flow like a river..."

...

Taixu Sect, the disciples' residence.

Mo Hua suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

He seemed to have foreseen something terrible. He was awake, but he was still frightened.

"What's going on? I... had a nightmare?" Mo Hua murmured.

"No, I don't dream, and..."

"Who dares to make me have a nightmare?"

Mo Hua frowned, touched his forehead, and found that his forehead was cold and sweaty.

He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to trace the cause and effect, but as soon as his mind moved, it was like being in the vast ocean, boundless, and he didn't know where to find this cause and effect that made him feel frightened.

He didn't know what this cause and effect was.

"Is it an illusion? Or... am I too tired?"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, still without any clue, so he lay down on the bed again, wanting to sleep for a while.

But he didn't sleep often, and it was rare for him to sleep once. After being awakened for no reason, he couldn't fall asleep again.

"Forget it, practice the formation..."

When you are undecided and undecided, practice the formation first.

Mo Hua is used to it.

He sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and began to consolidate and practice some formations with nineteen patterns or even the peak of nineteen patterns on the Dao Monument.

Everything requires practice makes perfect, and the same is true for formations.

According to the plan, Mo Hua practiced some high-level formations with nineteen patterns of the second grade for more than ten times to warm up his hands, and then began to practice the second-grade twenty-pattern reverse spirit formation.

He can't master this formation yet, and can't draw it completely, but he can practice it first.

Anyway, his current formation level has reached a bottleneck, and there is no other formation to learn except practicing the absolute formation.

In this way, Mo Hua practiced until dawn, and then he opened his eyes.

Facing the rising sun, bathed in the morning light, he practiced the routine for a while, refined the spiritual stone for a week, accumulated some spiritual power, and went to class as usual.

Sitting in the preaching room, listening to the elders' lectures.

Mo Hua changed from the "behind-the-scenes mastermind" who pushed the destruction of the Demon Sect to a diligent little disciple of Taixu Sect.

A few days later, Mo Hua asked Gu Changhuai about the follow-up of the destruction of the Demon Sect.

The two drank and ate together in the restaurant in Taixu City.

The restaurant belonged to the Gu family.

Mo Hua took great pains to eliminate the Demon Sect, and Gu Changhuai specially treated him to a meal to reward Mo Hua.

Ink painting is not polite either.

He knew that Uncle Gu was a "rich man", so he would not save spiritual stones for him.

While Mo Hua was eating, Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to Mo Hua:

"The leader of the Demon Sect has escaped. Daotingsi has blocked the border of the third-level state and is doing its best to hunt him down, but..."

Gu Changhuai frowned.

"You can't catch it," Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "The leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage has the power of the evil dragon. Several elders of the Taixu Sect in the late Golden Core stage have not been able to kill him. It would be difficult to hunt him down."

Mo Hua didn't like what he said, so he defended Xun Ziyou and other elders:

"It's because this demon is too strong, it's not because our elders from the Taixu Sect are weak!"

Gu Changhuai also admitted.

This leader of the demon sect possesses the power of an evil dragon and can devour huge amounts of blood. He is terrifyingly powerful and cannot be subdued by ordinary monks.

On the other hand, it was fortunate that several elders from the Taixu Sect worked together to suppress the leader of the Demon Sect, and even forced him to escape.

Otherwise, if this devil is allowed to go on a killing spree, Daotingsi will not know how many monks will be killed or injured, and the consequences will be disastrous.

They had not expected this before.

Gu Changhuai nodded and said: "The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation. The elders have moral hearts and extraordinary cultivation. Thanks to them this time, we can suppress the Demon Sect and destroy the Demon Cultivator."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Uncle Gu has been "hanging out" with him for a long time, and he has begun to speak well and be obedient.

"Where are the other Demon Sect elders? Are they all dead? Are there any fish that slipped through the net?" Mo Hua asked again.

Gu Changhuai counted them one by one:

"As you said before, the greedy ninth elder is dead. The short and skinny demon cultivator elder was beheaded by Elder Xun. The oldest second elder is dead. The other elders are almost dead as well. The remaining Yes, there is only one Elder Bear Demon, and the 'Elder You' you mentioned..."

"I ordered people to check, and no corpses of these two golden pills were found near the Demon Sect. Elder Xiong at least had his head exposed, and his arm was cut by Elder Xunziyou's sword. As for Elder You, from the beginning to the end, Then disappeared."

Mo Hua couldn't help but slow down while chewing his elbow.

This Elder You is really not that simple...

Did he get the news from Daotingsi in advance?

Or did he suspect that there was something wrong with the "Mr. Yuan" he pretended to be? Through the thunder and magnetic formation, he found some clues, so he escaped in advance?

How did he escape? Where are you now?

Mo Hua was full of doubts for a while, and he was in a daze.

Gu Changhuai glanced at him, took a sip of wine, and said, "Okay, don't think about it. This is Daotingsi's business."

Then he thought for a moment and added: "If there are any traces of these two people, I will tell you."

The implication is, don't waste your time on this kind of thing, practice well, and leave the search for the remnants of the Demon Sect to Daotingsi. I will tell you when there is news.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

"One more thing," Gu Changhuai said, "Daotingsi has already calculated the merits of wiping out the Demon Sect. Everyone who participated in the encirclement and suppression will have a share, and naturally you will also have a share. After the calculation is completed, Daotingsi will distribute it to Jing Tai. Xumen, joining your disciple order to destroy the Demon Sect is a big deal, and this merit should be quite substantial."

Mo Hua didn't react much.

The main reason is that he is now a "big man with meritorious deeds", so many that you can no longer see how many there are.

He didn't feel much if there was one more or less.

Moreover, he knew very well the efficiency of Daotingsi. It would be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse when this contribution was received.

After the two of them chatted and finished eating, Mo Hua was going back to his sect for class.

Before leaving, Gu Changhuai said:

"My cousin asked me to tell you that if you are willing, you can come to Gu's family for a New Year's banquet this year."

"New Year's Eve banquet?"

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that in just over a month, it would be Chinese New Year again.

This year passed without me realizing it.

There was a vague sense of urgency in Mo Hua, as if time was passing too fast and something was about to happen, but it was just a feeling and he couldn't figure out the reason.

"Uncle Gu, you shouldn't be busy at this year's annual banquet, right?" Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai looked at the ink paintings and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thanks to you, the disaster of the Demon Sect has been ended ahead of schedule, and Daotingsi can relax for a while and have a good year."

"You're welcome," Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will go to Gu's house to play with you during the Chinese New Year."

Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and sighed: "Okay."

…

After bidding farewell to Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua returned to his sect.

In the evening, with the disciple in the middle, Mo Hua turned up the light and read at night. After reading for a while, he got tired, so he lay on the table and began to meditate.

The calamity of the Demon Sect has come to an end for the time being.

Except for the initial planning and matchmaking, which he put a lot of thought into, there was no need for him to take action at all during the actual encirclement and suppression.

There are no demons in the Golden Core Realm who are looking for him to fight for their lives.

Many of the methods he prepared were useless.

The ink painting is a bit regretful.

But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. After all, as a monk, it is better to be cautious when it is time to be cautious.

When the Demon Sect was destroyed, all the Demon Cultivators were killed and injured, and those who survived were also imprisoned in Dao Prison.

From then on, the innocent monks in the surrounding area were able to avoid being killed and robbed by the demon sect, which was considered a meritorious deed.

The only problem is the natal magic weapon, which is the Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation...

Thinking of this, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.

This array map is really difficult to get...

Now that the cruel and powerful leader of the Demon Sect has escaped, like a dragon entering the sea, he really has no clue.

Moreover, after seeing the actions of the Demon Sect and the huge pool of blood, Mo Hua couldn't help but start to doubt whether these four-image Qinglong were serious or not.

If it is not serious, how can I use it as a natal magic weapon?

Is the "magic weapon" destined for me really to be this blue dragon formation?

Mo Hua frowned.

"How about... do the math?"

The situation is at a deadlock, there are no other clues, and there seems to be no good solution except fortune telling.

Mo Hua took out the copper coins left by his master, set up a divine mist array to block the energy, and then calmly and calmly performed the calculations.

The copper coin was thrown into the air, affecting the cause and effect, and then the dust settled and fell into the palm of the hand.

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart:

"What is my natal magic weapon..."

Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the copper coins in his hand.

The copper coin lay calmly in his palm, without any warning or trace of cause and effect.

What's the meaning?

Mo Hua frowned in confusion.

"Can't you figure it out?"

Mo Hua stared at the copper coin for a long time without seeing anything strange. He was about to give up and put the copper coin down when suddenly there was a pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a large amount of spiritual consciousness rushed towards the copper coin like a tide.

At the same time, heaven's secrets are ups and downs, and cause and effect are flowing.

But the flow of cause and effect this time was too great, and even the spiritual consciousness drawn with ink could not support it at all.

In just a moment, Mo Hua's consciousness was sucked dry.

He rolled his eyes and flopped down on the table.

The cause and effect on the copper coins stopped flowing without the supply of spiritual thoughts. Whether the calculation was successful or not, but even so, there were still hints of omens that reached the depths of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua was in a trance, as if he had had another dream.

The dream was a blue dragon.

But this dream was fragmented. He could only see the shadow of the green dragon, and could feel the boundless majesty and mighty power of the green dragon. There was also the clear sound of dragon roars in his ears, one after another.

Mo Hua feels something in his heart.

"Is this a dream about karma and divination? Dreaming about a blue dragon...means that my natal magic weapon should be the orthodox Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation?"

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, all he had to do was to stick to his original idea, continue to find the leader of the Demon Sect, and find a way to obtain the Four Elephants Blue Dragon Formation Diagram from him...

Mo Hua was thinking this, and suddenly his dream changed suddenly.

There seemed to be something weird that invaded his dream, causing his dream to collapse inch by inch, causing Qinglong to become furious and roar loudly.

Within a moment, a blurry, black mist-like thing rushed toward Qinglong like a strong wind.

The strange, deformed and indescribable thing wrapped up and tore the green dragon apart, and then it came alive...

Swallowed.

In an instant, the dream was completely shattered, and Mo Hua woke up suddenly, recalling the scene in the dream, and a turmoil arose in his heart.

"A dragon...was swallowed by something..."

"What does this mean?"

"Is this dream a sign of my karma?"

"Then what is my magic weapon... exactly?"

Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, feeling even more confused for a moment.

…

In the days that followed, things calmed down.

Mo Hua still remembered the omen of "swallowing a dragon" in his dream, and he couldn't figure it out, but he could only think about it at ordinary times.

He also asked some elders, asking insinuatingly as if in small talk, what on earth could "eat dragons" in this world.

But this question is too bizarre.

The elders were also at a loss as to why Mo Hua was "childish at heart" and asked some whimsical questions.

Mo Hua couldn't figure out why, so he could only practice and go to class with peace of mind.

Just like that, a month passed and a year came to an end.

In the sect's assessment, the ink painting improved unprecedentedly.

From "one A, six C" which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, it has become "one A, one B, five C".

His Taoism changed from "C" to "B".

It is estimated that Elder Yi played "hide and seek" with him. After discussing the movement skills, he recognized Mo Hua's attainments in movement skills, so he made an exception and gave him a "B".

When it comes to physical skills alone, Elder Yi feels that giving him an "armor" is more than enough.

Even if he pushes his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core, there are very few disciples in the entire Taixu Sect who can survive twenty rounds under him, let alone those who can compete with him as smoothly as Mo Hua. .

I gave it a "B" purely for the sake of keeping a low profile.

Moreover, no matter how good the body technique of ink painting is, after all, it is only the body technique.

The weakness of his spiritual power means that it is difficult for him to have high attainments in magic - at least based on the sect's assessment standards, it is difficult to get a good evaluation.

Mo Hua doesn't care too much about this "B".

He just felt a little uneasy.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

The results that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly changed. This made Mo Hua, who was more or less familiar with cause and effect, suddenly feel like something unexpected had happened.

Then, it’s New Year’s Eve again.

This is the seventh year he has spent in Taixu Sect, and Mo Hua has gradually adapted to it.

Moreover, Uncle Gu had invited him in advance, so he followed the trend and went to Gu's house to prepare for a New Year's banquet and a good meal.

There is still some time before the New Year banquet.

Mo Hua took Yu'er to wander around Qingzhou City.

Qingzhou City was very lively, and Yu'er also smiled happily, but there was a hint of worry in her smile.

Others may not be able to see this subtle expression, but it can't escape Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua bought a few strings of candied haws and handed them to Yu'er, then whispered:

"Yu'er, are you worried about something?"

The smile on Yu'er's face froze, and then became worried.

He was young and couldn't hide his thoughts.

Mo Hua looked at him gently.

Yu'er hesitated for a long time, then whispered: "Brother Mo, I... dreamed again."

Mo Hua was slightly stunned.

Another dream...

"A nightmare?" Mo Hua asked.

Yu'er nodded, then shook her head, "Not really... different from the previous nightmare..."

"What dream?"

"I..." Yu'er was a little timid, but looking at Mo Hua's eyes, she slowly said, "I dreamed of myself."

Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You yourself?"

"Well..." Yu'er's eyes trembled slightly, and she said a little confusedly, "It was me, but it didn't seem like me..."

"Then what?"

"Then... these three me, one in the mountains, one in the water, and one in my heart. They all looked at me silently, and I was very scared. They said, said..."

Yu'er looked at Mo Hua with tears in her eyes, "They said that my mother would die, and that Brother Mo, you would die too..."

These words seemed to have been weighing on his heart for a long time.

Yu'er, who was simple and kind, wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.

Mo Hua looked at Yu'er's eyes filled with worry, fear and tears, smiled kindly, and said softly:

"Demons are evil and can change into human forms to deceive people. Those three you are all demons. They are scaring you."

Yu'er's tears were not dry yet, "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Yu'er thought about it and nodded. Brother Mo treated him very well and never lied to him.

Mo Hua touched Yu'er's head and said softly:

"Don't be afraid of anything in the dream. No matter what they are, as long as they dare to show their heads, I will kill them all with one sword."

No matter what, one sword, one, all...

This sentence gave Yu'er great courage.

Yu'er's eyes gradually brightened, a smile appeared on her little face, and she nodded fiercely at Mo Hua: "Yeah!"