Chapter 697 Sword


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


    Mo Hua opened her eyes.


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


    On the contrary, spiritual power has been recovered slowly.


    Mo Hua took a few pills to nourish his spiritual power, and then meditated and recuperated his spiritual consciousness.


    There is still a little stinging pain in the sea of ??consciousness.


    This is the damage caused to the sea of ??consciousness by forcibly using the secrets of heaven to deduce them, and differentiate multiple thoughts.


    The spiritual consciousness is divided into three strange thoughts, and the four levels of spiritual consciousness are deployed in a formation, which is several times faster.


    But at the same time, the consumption of spiritual consciousness has also increased several times. In just a blink of an eye, he consumed all his spiritual consciousness.


    It is obvious that I have only the early stage of foundation building, I have the sixteen-patterned qualitative transformation consciousness, which is much stronger than the monks in the same realm.


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


    Mo Hua sighed.


    If the spiritual consciousness is strong enough, I really may use the formation as a magic weapon, transform one thought into hundreds of thousands, calculate multiple devils together, and instantly create a killing formation.


    Crisis moments are enough to turn the tide.


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


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


    The differentiation of thoughts is equivalent to forcibly splitting the spiritual consciousness and performing multiple intrigue calculations, which is extremely burdened on the sea of ??consciousness.


    Originally, I could only tell a strange thought.


    Just now, he tried his best to get one more.


    In the end, if it weren''t for the recent devouring of the "divine marrow", the spiritual consciousness further changed qualitatively and the foundation was solid, it would not be possible to have another thought above the limit.


    There are three kinds of thoughts in total.


    Our own tricks are two better than before.


    I just don’t know if the “singular secrets” of my master’s master’s ability to measure the realm by the number of divine consciousness differentiated and thoughts.


    “My uncle hasn’t told me…”


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


    If you can tell three strange thoughts, what about Master? If you take all your strength, how many weird thoughts can you differentiate?


    When the master of the master first came to his mind to see his demons, and appeared in his sea of ??consciousness to solve the mystery of the sky formation for him, the scene of thousands of strange shadows appeared in Mo Hua''s mind again.


    Thousands of strange shadows...


    Ink painting was shocked.


    From this perspective, Master is too strong!


    Compared with the dense shadows of my master''s "beehive", my only three strange thoughts are simply insignificant.


    "I am worthy of being a master!"


    Mo Hua nodded in her heart.


    But then he became confused again.


    Only after I have eaten the essence of the divine mind and the change of my consciousness can I endure the pain of distracting the spirit, and can withstand the load of the sea of ??consciousness, and barely divide the three strange thoughts.


    What means did the master and uncle use to divide so many, dense and endless thoughts?


    Could it be that the master’s spiritual consciousness has also undergone some kind of “qualitative change” or some kind of “transformation”?


    Or is it that Tianji Guishu has a more profound method of "distracting the spirits"? Didn''t the master teach him?


    No, it''s not right...


    Master Master didn’t plan to teach himself, how could he blame Master Master?


    If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for not being smart enough and not being able to learn the essence of the devil from your master.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    My life is also boundless, and "Tao" is not boundless.


    It seems that I have to work harder.


    Mo Hua packed up his mood and prepared to continue meditating and restore his spiritual consciousness, but in the end he couldn''t help it, and another thought emerged.


    “Divine thought differentiation…”


    Ink painting frowned.


    He remembered that Huang Shanjun said that powerful gods can be divided into thousands.


    The same is true for the evil god. The divine bones of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness, that is, the golden evil eyes, said the words "The Great Wilderness is endless, thousands of divine bones", which means that the Lord of the Great Wilderness has divided countless "divine bones"...


    Gods can differentiate.


    The devil can also be differentiated...


    Mo Hua''s heart trembled.


    Then the method of divine and thought differentiation is not the method of divine thoughts created by simulating the way of divine differentiation...


    The divine thoughts of gods divide into the divine bones, and the divine consciousness of monks divide into the divine mind.


    Then can this intrigue be regarded as a kind of "divine skeleton"?


    My own differentiation of thoughts is actually differentiating the "divine bones"?


    Mo Hua was shocked by his own thoughts.


    He thought about it carefully and found that the "intentional thoughts" of differentiation should be different from the "divine bones" of differentiation. After all, one is the means of a monk and the other is the talent of a god.


    But the essence is that the more I think about it, the more I feel it feels like.


    Just can''t prove it.


    He can''t run to his uncle or the evil **** of the Great Wilderness and ask them about the similarities and differences between the wicked thoughts and the divine bones.


    I am afraid that one will kill himself immediately and make himself a "little puppet".


    Another person will immediately eat himself and then refine himself into a "little **** servant".


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but shivered and shook her head.


    Forget it, let’s talk about it if you have the chance in the future.


    Mo Hua hid this idea in her heart, thinking about thinking about it slowly in the future, or if you have time, then go and ask your old friend Huang Shanjun.


    But by chance, Mo Hua still relied on himself and found some ways to advance his divine consciousness.


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


    The more spiritual consciousness, the deeper the foundation that supports weird calculations.


    Whether the calculation is, the formation is, or the spells, the faster the speed is.


    The magic in the world is only fast and cannot be broken.


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


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


    If you are at the extreme, you will not give the enemy any chance to breathe. All kinds of methods and continuous attacks are always your own turn!


    “The essence…”


    Mo Hua looked up, looked at the River God Temple in front of her, and licked her lips habitually.


    After that, he calmed down and pretended that nothing had happened, meditated and meditated with peace of mind, and restored his state to his best.


    Everyone else was meditating to regulate their breathing and taking medicine to heal their injuries.


    This time, breaking through the demon temple was extremely dangerous, but fortunately, although everyone was a little injured, they were all safe and safe.


    The two men in black who were used as "sacrificial gifts" were covered in bruises, but these human traffickers were doing a lot of evil and had a lot of blood in their hands. Just keep a breath, and no one cares about them.


    After everyone rested and recuperated, Mo Hua''s spiritual sense and spiritual power were almost restored, so everyone set off and walked towards the Heshen Temple.


    Before he arrived in front of the temple, Mo Hua was stunned and his expression changed slightly.


    "Sword Intention?"


    He looked around and saw that the sword marks were mottled in front of the River God Temple, as if a sword cultivator fought with all his might.


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


    Although hundreds of years have passed, the sword intent remains.


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


    And the divine consciousness that can kill the evil **** alone and one sword, is absolutely very powerful.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up, and the sword marks were seen one by one. His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and he carefully realized the meaning of the sword.


    It’s a pity that these sword intents seem to have been corrupted by some pollution, and the sword intent left behind is not pure.


    The half-baked sword cultivator in Mo Hua cannot understand it at all.


    Not to mention that you can learn a move.


    Ink painting is a bit regretful and a little unwilling.


    "Why not count it?"


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart, and then she learned and sold it now, and once again used the Tianji to increase the amplitude of Tianji to calculate.


    His eyes were pitch black, and above his divine thoughts, they began to divide into strange shadows.


    The strange shadow is like a Taoist robe of ink shadow, draped on the body of ink painting.


    One level, two levels...


    Mo Hua wanted to divide into three levels, but when she was divided into two levels, she found that the sea of ??consciousness began to hurt again. It seemed that the injury just now had not healed, so she could only divide into two levels of thoughts and make do with it.


    Two thoughts blessed by the secret of heaven.


    The light flashed in front of the eyes of the Mo Hua, and the cause and effect suddenly appeared, floating and rising.


    The cause and effect this time is clearer than before.


    Widths of pure white causal lines appeared on the sword marks on the ground, and they all floated into the River God Temple.


    Mo Hua''s heart trembled.


    This means that the method of sword intent is hidden in the River God Temple?


    Mohua no longer hesitated and walked straight to the Heshen Temple. Before entering the temple, Mohua thought about it and turned around and told him:


    "That old maomao should be in the temple, please be careful."


    Everyone nodded.


    In front of the River God Temple, there are two black primer golden gate pillars with lacquer characters such as "Good weather and rain" and "Peaceful Jiang Ze" written on them.


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


    The head is raised and there are three big words "Heshen Temple" written on it.


    The ink painting''s spiritual sense swept over, frowned slightly, and then stepped into the temple.


    As soon as you enter the temple, you will see the main hall.


    The hall is empty and there is nothing around. Only in the middle of the distance, there is an altar, and a statue of the river **** stands above it.


    The river **** is like a fish-faced and human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with clouds and wave patterns, with his hands closed and placed on his chest, his mouth is like a **** basin, his teeth are so white, he sits high and has a majestic and terrifying look.


    Below the River God statue, a pool of blood was soaked.


    The blood was sticky and there was a figure soaking, it was the master of She.


    He looks very strange now, half demon and half cultivator.


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


    Everyone looked terrified and frowned.


    Master She was soaking in blood, hearing the movement, opened his eyes, and looked surprised when he saw everyone, and said hoarsely:


    "Can you come here?"


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


    The injuries on his body were nourished by blood and were as intact as before. At the same time, his body gradually grew higher, his muscles bulged, and he turned into a demon again. "My injuries have recovered. Next, I want you..."


    Ink Hua waved his hand.


    Gu An and his men rushed forward immediately, and the sword, fists and feet were added together. In less than tens of rounds, Master She was knocked down again, and tied it with the spirit-binding lock and pressed it to the ground.


    Mo Hua curled her lips.


    This old mao is not the Fire Buddha. He has learned some magical methods, so why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?


    "I have brought the sacrifice, and the two children are here too. Didn''t you say you want to pray to the river **** and exchange the sacrifice?"


    Ink painting condescends: "Change it quickly!"


    Yu Dahe also looked nervous.


    Master She was pressed to the ground by several Gu family men, and retreated from his demonic skin, sneered, "It''s too late, I can''t help, wait for death."


    Mo Hua said lightly: "Brother Xiao An, slaughter this old miscellaneous mao."


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


    Mo Hua nodded, "Slaughter!"


    Gu An no longer hesitated, raised his butcher''s knife and chopped it at Master She''s neck. Half of the blade was cut, breaking the flesh and blood flowed.


    Master She then looked dissatisfied and exclaimed at Mo Hua: "Are you serious?"


    Mo Hua ignored him.


    Gu An was still exerting force, and the blade slashed into his neck.


    Master She widened his eyes and shouted, "Can you save it! Can you save it! I will open the casket! Those two children can be saved after opening the casket!"


    Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Really?"


    "Really! Really!" Master She kept nodding.


    Mo Hua gave Gu An a wink, and then Gu An stopped and pulled out the knife, causing bleeding.


    Master She covered his neck with a secret hatred in his heart.


    This little **** is so **** cruel that he will kill him if he says he wants to kill him.


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


    Master She trembled in 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 an incense stick of time, hurry up and open the cauldron to ask your Lord River God to exchange the souls of the two children, otherwise I will have someone chop you up and throw the 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 not enough. He wants to open an altar, sacrifice, and god. It''s too late to have a stick of incense..."


    “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 finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    "My storage bag..." Master She looked at Mo Hua again, and saw that Mo Hua looked bad, and quickly explained, "The things that opened the altar to sacrifice are all in the storage bag."


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


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


    However, all the magic pills, martial arts, evil weapons and other things inside were confiscated.


    Master She took the storage bag and started laying the altar.


    The fish demon''s head, **** candles, human hand bones, blood-stained yellow cloth...


    All are evil and weird things.


    Master She slapped the ink painting with his eyes and cursed in his heart:


    Damn, I misunderstood.


    I thought this little devil was just an arrogant and domineering family who came to make achievements.


    But unexpectedly, he was a cruel little king of hell.


    The wound on the neck was so painful.


    The evil spirit flashed in Master She''s eyes, and then he endured the pain while continuing to prepare for the opening of the cauldron.


    Ink painting took this period of time to start looking at the entire River Temple.


    This River God Temple looks empty, majestic, but also simple.


    From the temple, it was ordinary and there was no terrible scene of blood mist outside, as if the **** signs I had just seen were just illusions.


    And, there is no altar.


    After watching Mo Hua for a long time, he still couldn''t find the real altar that could make him "desire".


    Just like the unbuilt altar in the deepest part of the Demon Palace of Bishan.


    There is only one statue of the god.


    But this statue of **** looks like an ordinary statue, not like the natal statue of the river god, nor like the preaching statue of the evil god.


    The only strange thing is that this statue of **** was actually soaked in the pool of blood.


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


    Just one look, the ink painting feels extremely disgusting.


    "What is this blood pool soaked in the statue of God for?"


    Use flesh and blood to pollute the river **** and make it degenerate?


    Ink painting is a little confused.


    He looked up again, looked around, and glanced around the entire River Temple. There was a vague illusion that someone had locked it here.


    The real secrets of the River God Temple were locked up and were not allowed to be seen by themselves.


    Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She.


    He had a kind of intuition that the key to locking the secret of the River Temple was probably hidden in Master She.


    In addition, there is another problem, which is the sword of divine thought.


    Hundreds of years ago, the sword cultivator who was proficient in the magical sword technique came here alone, and seemed to have had a battle with the evil god, leaving sword marks all over the ground outside the temple.


    And the cause and effect in the sword marks are all gathered in the River Temple.


    But although the temple is dilapidated and simple, there is no sign of war, nor is there any sword intent left by the magical sword technique.


    "Where is the cause and effect of the divine mind turning into a sword?"


    Mo Hua held her hands behind her back and leaned against the corner of the wall. She walked around the River God Temple, but there was still no clue. She couldn''t help but look at Master She.


    Master She was so embarrassed by the deep and unpredictable gaze of the ink painting.


    "Little...young man, what''s wrong?"


    Master She asked with a reluctant 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 he showed no expression on his face, and he said in confusion: "What is the sword that the young master said...?"


    But his subtle emotional fluctuations cannot be concealed by ink paintings at all.


    “You know.”


    Master She''s pupils trembled.


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


    "You''ve just seen it..."


    "The sword is in the temple, hidden in a place you know, and I haven''t been to..."


    The eyes of the ink painting swept away and it became clear in an instant.


    "Blood Pool!"


    "The entire River God Temple is only in the blood pool. It is a place you have been in, but I have never been to..."


    "When we enter the door, you stay in the pool of blood."


    "So there is a sword, in the pool of blood!"


    The ink painting is clear and the eyes are sharp.


    Master She felt cold in his heart.


    There are many wisdoms and close to demons.


    Why is this little devil like an old monster with seven orifices in his heart, clever and suspicious...


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


    Master She''s mouth trembled. 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 is slightly numb, "I want to sacrifice and save that..."


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


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


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


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I don''t care, you can find a way for yourself."


    What else does Master She want to say? Mo Hua''s eyes have already revealed some sharp edges.


    Master She was as if he was on his back, so he had to sigh and walked towards the pool of blood.


    Gu An and Gu Quan held the knife and stared at him.


    In the blood pool, I don’t know what flesh and limbs are melted, and it’s **** and dirty.


    When ordinary monks enter, they may be corrupted by their physical body, contaminated by their spiritual power, or even degenerate into their spiritual consciousness.


    But Master She has entered the evil path and is not afraid of these things.


    Master She secretly cursed Mo Hua for a few more words in his heart, then walked to the blood pool soaked in the statue of the gods, jumped down, and sank into the bottom of the blood pool.


    The blood pool surging, and the breath vibrates.


    After a while, Master She reluctantly came out of the blood pool and threw a blood-stained sword to the ground.


    Gu Quan took out the silk cloth, wiped the blood, and handed the sword to the ink painting.


    Mo Hua looked closely and his pupils shrank.


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


    Although Mo Hua is not proficient in refining tools, he also has a little knowledge of refining tools.


    The metal and iron used to forge this sword shall be at least third grade or more.


    In other words, this is a broken...


    The natal magic weapon of the Golden Dan realm!


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    ??　"Eternal Life Starts from Infiltrating the Sect"


    "What''s the difference between traveling to the world of immortal cultivation without spiritual roots and traveling to become a dog."


    Let’s see how Xu Xiao, a mortal without spiritual roots, intervenes in the immortal cultivation sect, stirs up the storm in the treacherous world of immortal cultivation, and fights against the will of heaven for the slim path of immortality.


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    (This chapter ends)