Chapter 972 Statue of God

Originally everything was according to its plan.

The same goes for the Shen family, Shentu Ao, and the Four Elephants Blue Dragon Formation. They are all part of the plan. In the end, all of them will die in the nightmare and become the "ration" for the embryo of the God Lord.

Nothing is wasted.

Everything is calculated.

But why?

After all the calculations, the Lord of God will be wiped out?

"Mr. Tu" felt great fear, his whole body was trembling, he stared at the ink painting, and said sternly:

"Speak quickly! What happened?"

What can I say about ink painting?

Did I kill your god again?

The remaining divine essence will soon be what I eat and drink?

If he really dared to say that, Mr. Tu would definitely eat him alive, tear him into pieces, and even chew the bones.

Mo Hua was nervous and scared, and said with a confused look on his face: "I don't know, what are you talking about... who is your master?"

Seeing Mo Hua's confused look, "Mr. Tu" frowned and his thoughts changed rapidly.

This kid is just building a foundation, his realm is too low, his cultivation is still shallow, and he may not know the inside story about the nightmare...

But what happened...

What did I miss?

Mr. Tu’s forehead jumped and his heart felt cold.

Could it be...Xun Ziyou!

That sword cultivator elder from Taixu Sect!

"I am plotting against Taixu Sect, and Taixu Sect is plotting against me?"

"They followed their plan and sent an elder sword cultivator into the lonely mountain and deep into the temple. Then I personally sent him into the nightmare."

"Their original purpose was to conceive the divine fetus of the Divine Lord?"

"As for the elder sword cultivator of Taixu Sect...could it be that he is cultivating...the true secret of Taixu Divine Mind turning into a sword?!"

Mr. Tu looked horrified, his pale body twisted slightly, and his bones were trembling, "I personally delivered the god-killing 'sword' from the Taixu Sect to the God Lord?"

"Is it me who lures the wolf into the house?!"

The mark of divine punishment is still aching faintly.

The sight of purgatory punishment is vivid in my mind.

Mr. Tu turned pale, and then said: "No, it's impossible..."

"That swordsmanship elder is only at the late stage of Jindan. How could he learn to transform his spiritual thoughts into swords..."

"Even if he learns it, with his level, how can he possibly hurt the Lord of God?"

"No, no..."

Mr. Tu was confused for a moment. He looked around and soon found Xun Ziyou, who was lying on the ground and had not yet woken up. There was a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

In any case, let’s get rid of the root cause first.

If his physical body is destroyed, no matter how strong his soul is, or if he has not cultivated his spiritual thoughts into a sword, he will definitely die in the end.

Mr. Tu walked towards Xun Ziyou step by step.

"He wants to kill Elder Xun!"

Mo Hua saw Mr. Tu's intention and immediately felt anxious.

But he had just established the foundation, and his frontal strength was no match for Mr. Tu, a pale human demon.

The battle with the evil fetus was extremely difficult, and it also consumed all his spiritual energy. He couldn't use the Shocking Eye Technique to interfere with Mr. Tu.

At this moment, in the main hall, a figure suddenly woke up and slowly stood up.

Mo Hua turned around and looked, and was shocked.

Shen Shouxing!

He's not dead?

He was also absorbed into the evil god's nightmare?

Now that the nightmare is broken, his consciousness has also awakened?

"But...why didn't I see him in the nightmare..."

Mo Hua was filled with doubts for a moment.

But now that the situation is urgent, there is no time to think about it.

Seeing the pale human demon controlled by Mr. Tu’s evil thoughts, holding the blood-soaked sacrificial knife, step by step towards Elder Xun, Mo Hua had a flash of inspiration, pointed at Mr. Tu quickly, and said with a look of shock:

"It's you! You killed Shen Qingsheng!"

Mr. Tu was startled.

Shen Shouxing, who was still a little confused, his eyes suddenly turned red and he slowly looked at "Mr. Tu".

"Mr. Tu" looks like a human demon with a deformed face and dead white skin. He holds human skin in one hand and a sacrificial knife in the other. His hands are covered in blood.

He looks like a "murderer".

Shen Shouxing was aroused by this bloody scene, his heart trembled for a moment, and his voice became hoarse, "You...killed Qing'er?"

"You...killed my only son?"

Shen Shouxing's eyes were bloodshot.

Mr. Tu remained silent and did not refute.

In a sense, Shen Qingsheng did die in his hands.

He activated the nightmare and gave everyone's spiritual thoughts to the evil fetus. If Shen Qingsheng died in the nightmare, he would indeed be the "murderer".

Of course, he didn't know that Shen Qingsheng was actually raised as a pig by Mo Hua, and then used as a kite to fly in the sky and feed it to those innocent ghosts.

But his silence was equivalent to acquiescence.

Shen Shouxing felt as if he was struck by lightning, and then hatred spread like fire in an instant, igniting the anger in his heart.

Shen Shouxing drew his sword with his left arm, his eyes were ferocious, and he rushed towards Mr. Tu, the light of his sword was fierce.

"I want you... to pay for my son's life!"

Shen Shouxing was so angry that he spared no effort with this sword.

Mr. Tu did not dare to slack off, so he had to leave Xun Ziyou behind and fight with Shen Shouxing.

Shen Shouxing's sword moves were fierce, and Mr. Tu's vicious moves, the sword energy and blood light strangled each other for a while, and the figures were intertwined in the temple, making it difficult to distinguish them.

The ink painting that successfully diverted the trouble to the east and drove the tiger away from the wolf was relieved.

While Mr. Tu and Shen Shouxing were fighting, he sneaked close to Xun Ziyou and shouted softly:

"Elder Xun, wake up..."

"Hello……"

"Elder Xun, wake up quickly... You must not die."

Xun Ziyou still did not react at all.

Mo Hua had no choice but to pinch his nose and pull his ears, "If you don't wake up, we will all die here..."

I don't know whether it was because he heard that Mo Hua was going to die here, or because his ears were pulled and it hurt, Xun Ziyou frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, "Elder Xun, are you awake?"

Elder Xun still felt dizzy and had a splitting headache. He wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.

Mo Hua hurriedly said: "Don't talk, adjust your breath quickly..."

Elder Xun nodded, and then followed Mo Hua's instructions, looking inward at the meridians, adjusting his breath and spiritual power, and suppressing the pain in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to wake up...

And Elder Xun woke up, and his own safety was guaranteed.

Otherwise, Mr. Tu, who turned into a demon, might really kill him.

"And Master Gu and Fan Diansi, wake them up too..."

Mo Hua looked around and found Master Gu and Fan Jin again. He started to pull their ears and shouted for a long time, and finally woke them up.

"Young Master Mo..."

Master Gu's sea of ​​consciousness also felt a burst of pain.

The various dangers of the nightmare still consumed their consciousness.

"Hush..." Mo Hua signaled them to keep their voices down. Turning around, he saw Shen Shouxing and Mr. Tu were still fighting desperately, so he whispered, "Run away first."

So Xun Ziyou and the other two joined together, and together with Mo Hua, they quietly left the temple.

Mr. Tu saw this scene, and he wanted to keep a few people, but Shen Shouxing was too strong, and he was eager for revenge and was determined to kill him. He had to go all out and couldn't spare his hands at all.

What's more, Xun Ziyou also woke up.

He had missed the best opportunity to destroy the corpse and kill people.

If Xun Ziyou really cultivated the true art of transforming mind into sword, then he is no match for this unfathomable sword elder of Taixu Sect.

Mr. Tu could only watch Mo Hua and his companions leave.

Mo Hua and his companions also left the temple smoothly.

"Are we leaving just like that?" Xun Ziyou asked.

Mo Hua was also a little hesitant.

He only copied half of the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Formation on Shen Tuao's body before he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the human demon.

This human demon was Mr. Tu.

And now, Shen Tuao's skin was peeled off by Mr. Tu who turned into a human demon.

The complete Four Symbols Azure Dragon Formation has fallen into the hands of Mr. Tu.

This must have been planned by Mr. Tu a long time ago, and now he finally got what he wanted.

If he wanted this formation map, he had to snatch it back from Mr. Tu.

But he didn't want to go back and wade into this muddy water again.

This Mr. Tu was too weird.

Shen Shouxing also went crazy.

If we continue to tangle with them, no one knows what will happen...

Many people have died in this Gushan Tomb. If we can walk out alive, it is already a victory.

"If you don't make a decision, you will suffer from the chaos..."

Mo Hua gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

After experiencing the things in the nightmare, Xun Ziyou no longer regarded Mo Hua as a foundation-building disciple in his heart.

Especially, in this strange situation, he believed in Mo Hua's judgment more.

Xun Ziyou also nodded: "Okay."

Everyone evacuated the hall and returned along the way, passing through the periphery of the hall.

Outside the hall, there are rows of golden and gorgeous statues of Huang Shanjun.

In a flash of inspiration, Mo Hua suddenly stopped and his heart skipped a beat.

Statue? !

"Huang Shanjun asked me to take away from this Gushan Tomb, the evil god's lair, wouldn't it be...his natal statue?!"

Mo Hua frowned and thought.

The natal statue is the foundation of the gods.

Each natal statue of a god is unique and one-of-a-kind.

Once the natal statue of a god is damaged, the god will be destroyed, the way will be destroyed, and the great way will be destroyed. At the least, the origin will be damaged, and the vitality will be greatly damaged...

This kind of thing is extremely important and cannot be told to anyone.

For gods, if there is something more important than the essence, it can only be the natal statue!

Why Huang Shanjun did not say it clearly may be because he was afraid of leaking the secrets and being discovered by other people or other gods and stealing his roots.

Mo Hua's heart was slightly shocked.

"But where would the natal statue of Shanjun be hidden?"

Mo Hua raised his head and looked around the temple.

Surrounding it were densely packed statues of mountain gods of various shapes, postures and makeup.

Standing, sitting, lying, wearing golden armor, gorgeous robes, literary clothes, or cloaks...

"Is the natal statue of Huang Shanjun hidden in these statues?"

He cast so many statues not for luxury, but because he sensed the coming crisis, so he "hid trees in the forest" and used these numerous "fake statues" to hide his "natal statue" to avoid being discovered by others?

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

"Mo Hua, what's wrong?" Xun Ziyou asked when he saw Mo Hua suddenly standing still, looking thoughtful.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Elder Xun, help me find a statue."

"Statue?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Tu and Shen Shouxing were fighting to the death. There was still some time. He wanted to find the natal statue of Huang Shanjun and bring it out of the Gushan Tomb.

This was Huang Shanjun's entrustment before his death.

In the nightmare, Huang Shanjun helped himself and saved himself.

If he and the evil fetus had not perished together, none of them would have been able to escape from the nightmare.

The matter of Gushan was a matter of great importance and too many variables.

If we don't find it now, once we leave the temple, we may not have a chance to come back.

Huang Shanjun's natal statue will also be buried at the bottom of the mass grave of Gushan Mountain with the temple, never to see the light of day.

What's more, he also gave me a "big gift".

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

It is reasonable and necessary to find this natal statue.

Xun Ziyou saw Mo Hua's determined expression, so he nodded without asking any more questions, and asked:

"What kind of statue should we find?"

Mo Hua frowned, he was not too sure, so he could only say: "Find a strange one, or one that is different and unique at first glance..."

Xun Ziyou turned his head and looked at the statues in front of him, which were of different shapes and almost all "different", and said silently:

"Let's look for it..."

So, Mo Hua took Elder Xun, Master Gu and Fan Diansi, who were a little confused, to find the only statue of his destiny among the various mountain statues.

...

At this time, in the temple.

The human demon possessed by Shen Shouxing and Mr. Tu was still fighting back and forth.

Especially Shen Shouxing, who seemed to have lost his mind, regardless of life and death, and all his moves were deadly.

He was at the peak of the Golden Core, and when he went crazy, he was like a vicious dog, and Mr. Tu had a hard time defending himself.

As the fight went on, as his injuries worsened, Shen Shouxing's vision gradually dimmed and was covered with a layer of shadow.

At the same time, his vision became much clearer.

Faintly, he saw another face on the head of the human-demon monster in front of him.

This face was elegant and gentle, but it was cold and cruel.

And Shen Shouxing recognized this face.

His pupils shrank immediately, "You are... Elder Shen?"

The human-demon's distorted face stagnated, and he frowned and said, "How did you recognize me?"

He is the servant of the Lord of God, and his evil thoughts are beyond ordinary cultivators. He is an existence in another dimension.

Ordinary cultivators only see a human-demon who is a "puppet". They can't see the blood shadow of him parasitizing on the human-demon, nor can they see his true appearance.

But now, he was recognized by Shen Shouxing...

Shen Shouxing was a little bit unbelievable. After thinking for a moment, he connected everything and said hatefully: "It's you... It's all you!"

Shen Shouxing's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"You gave me the idea about Gushan; you also gave me the method of burying the corpse; you said that it would make me successful and have a limitless path..."

Mr. Tu didn't pretend anymore, and said indifferently:

"Did I say anything wrong? Haven't you been successful in these years? Sitting in the position of the powerful elder of the Shen family, aren't you able to call the wind and rain and be full of vigor and vitality?"

"No, that's not right..." Shen Shouxing's eyes trembled, "You are calculating all this against me, I'm just... your chess piece..."

Shen Shouxing looked deeply at Mr. Tu, who was living in the human demon, and said coldly:

"You are not, at all, the elder of the Qiandao Sect with a family background, what on earth are you...?"

Mr. Tu smiled sinisterly and said nothing.

Shen Shouxing felt a chill in his heart.

He had always thought that his Shen family was the biggest beneficiary by occupying the mines on Gushan Mountain and slaughtering the troublesome cultivators.

But now it seems that everything is wrong.

The biggest beneficiary is not their Shen family.

Behind the scenes, there are more evil things that have been watching them...

The aristocratic family is seeking profit and is busy hiding the filth, so they didn't notice it at all.

Shen Shouxing regretted it.

Mr. Tu smiled, his laughter was sharp and gloomy:

"You and I each take what we need, what calculations are you talking about? Without my help, how can the Shen family rise, and how can you be the elder?"

"All this is what you want."

"Your glory and wealth are all given by me."

This sentence seemed to touch Shen Shouxing's heartstrings.

"Wealth and honor?" Shen Shouxing's eyes were dripping with blood, and he laughed at himself, "What's the use of wealth and honor?"

"My son is dead, my only son is dead."

"I have no descendants."

"Family interests, power and status, what I have worked hard for all my life, in the end, no one inherits, all of them are illusions, and others' wedding clothes."

"A lifetime of hard work has all gone to waste..."

"This is... retribution..."

Shen Shouxing's heart was filled with a sense of absurdity and sadness, which then turned into deep despair.

His son is dead, he has no descendants, and he is completely desperate.

It's like a key that opens the lock of his heart.

The seeds in his heart finally sprouted.

Shen Shouxing's eyes gradually turned gray and black, his will was completely annihilated, and his mind was completely crazy.

"Let's die together..."

He threw away his sword and pounced on Mr. Tu like a mad dog, using his hands and feet to tear Mr. Tu's body, and even opened his teeth to bite Mr. Tu's flesh and blood.

"Crazy?"

Mr. Tu sneered.

"Those who pursue fame and gain, whose hearts are not strong, are just playthings in the end."

Mr. Tu controlled the human demon and started to fight with the crazy Shen Shouxing.

Once the heart of the cultivator is annihilated, only instincts remain. Without the exquisite Taoist method, he will be much weaker.

Therefore, although Shen Shouxing looked terrifying, he lost his mind and his killing power was not strong. He only left a series of flesh-gnawing wounds on Mr. Tu's body when he bit.

These wounds are not serious, especially for a "human demon" whose flesh is deformed and turbid.

Mr. Tu didn’t care either.

But what he didn't notice was that after being bitten by Shen Shouxing, wisps of strange gray slowly seeped into his flesh and blood, and then disappeared...

…

I was looking for the ink painting of my natal god, and my scalp trembled for no reason.

A chill ran through my heart.

But the chill came and went quickly. By the time Mo Hua noticed it carefully, he could no longer feel anything.

"What's going on..."

Mo Hua frowned and wanted to calculate carefully, but he didn't know what to calculate. Moreover, time was urgent and it was important to find the statue of his natal god. He could only suppress his doubts temporarily.

But there was no progress in finding the natal idol.

Outside the temple, there are too many statues placed beside the huge wall. It really looks like a "forest of statues", and they all have different postures and are very special. It is impossible to identify which statue belongs to the tiger. natal life.

Thinking about it, if it were so easy to find, his natal statue would have fallen into the hands of Mr. Tu and the evil god long ago.

But it’s just that others can’t find it. You can’t make it so difficult for yourself to find it...

If you can't find the idol, how can you fulfill the tiger's commission?

Mo Hua calmed down and recalled Tiger's last words again:

"If we are really friends...take mine...and leave the Lonely Mountain."

If it is a friend, then take his "natal idol" and leave the lonely mountain.

Mo Hua thought about it and felt that this sentence should have another meaning...

If they are really friends, then they should be able to recognize him. What is his natal idol?

Why?

I am friends with the downtrodden tiger, so why should I find the source from the yellow tiger in Dry Mountain?

The downtrodden tiger...

In my mind, every bit of my interaction with Huangshan Jun passed by one by one like a horse watching flowers...

Suddenly, Mo Hua remembered something.

A long time ago, one day, he felt sorry for the tiger's miserable life, so he brought some offerings of chicken, duck, and fish to feed him.

After eating and drinking, Huangshan Jun took himself to a cliff behind the ruined temple.

Clusters of old vines cover the cliffside, covering a steep stone step.

Going down the stone steps, there is a cave.

There is an idol hidden in the cave.

Mo Hua gradually recalled the appearance of the statue:

Tall and dignified, with a long and narrow face and majestic eyes, he is somewhat similar to Huangshan Jun. His whole body is made of fine copper, with some places even plated with gold.

Compared to the clay sculpture in the ruined temple, I don’t know how much better it is...

Huangshan Jun regards this statue as a treasure and hides it very deeply. If he had not had a close relationship with him, he would not have told him.

In other words, this is something only "friends" can see.

The statue under the cliff should not be Huangshanjun's natal statue, but it must be the most "similar" thing to his natal statue.

His true natal idol was hidden in the lonely mountain, and he didn't dare to look for it. With his current desolate state, it was impossible to find it back.

Therefore, he could only make a fake one and use it as a thought.

Although it is fake, since it is a thought, the appearance should be very different.

This is cause and effect, which is the clue given by Huangshanjun!

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

In his mind, he recalled the appearance of the statue in the cave on the cliff. Then he let go of his consciousness and scanned the hall, comparing the mountain god statue in his mind with the dazzling array of statues in the hall.

The ink painting is full of thoughts and sharp perception.

One after another, statues of gods of different shapes passed through his mind like fleeting images...

Finally, Mo Hua's heart was shaken and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Elder Xun, follow me!"

Elder Xun didn't know why and nodded.

Mo Hua led everyone to an inconspicuous corner of the temple.

In the corner, there is a statue of a god.

To Mo Hua's surprise, the statue was not big, only half a person tall, and it didn't look that exquisite or luxurious.

The face of the statue is somewhere between the mighty Huangshan Monkey of Gushan and the desolate Huangshan Monkey of Dry Mountain, even more like the desolate Tiger.

Thrown in a corner, it looks very simple compared to the surrounding statues.

It even looks a bit like a "fake".

"This is... the tiger's natal statue?"

Mo Hua was a little unsure for a while.

You only have one chance, if you get it wrong, it's over.

Mo Hua frowned and was very confused.

At this moment, Xunzi frowned and asked in a low voice: "Mo Hua, what are you...looking at?"

What to see?

Mo Hua was stunned, then turned to look at Xun Ziyou, "Elder Xun, can't you see?"