Chapter 699 Pressing


    Mo Hua looked at the River God Temple in front of her again, and her mind moved slightly.


    Hundreds of years ago, the senior sword cultivator with slender eyebrows rushed to the Heshen Temple with one sword, and probably killed many evil spirits in the temple.


    He even pierced the River God''s chest with a sword.


    The river **** was afraid, so he did not dare to stay in the temple outside anymore.


    Instead, in the dream, a "non-existent" river **** temple was built to live in order to prevent other monks who can transform into magical swords from coming and killing it again.


    This "dream" temple is almost isolated from the world.


    Except for the true believers of the evil gods, no one knows the entrance, nor the way to enter the temple.


    This master of shepherd is probably not an ordinary believer.


    Otherwise, the real entrance of the temple and the formation of "dreams" would not be controlled by him...


    Ink painting looked around.


    Not only himself, but Gu An and Gu Quan, but also other Gu family monks, including Yu Dahe, were all pulled into a dream and were still unconscious at this time.


    Two men in black are not here.


    Because of their spiritual consciousness, they have been sacrificed by Master She to open the door.


    Xiao Shuizi and Xiao Shunzi are not there either.


    The souls of these two children have probably been in this River God Temple for a long time, but I don’t know if they have been “eated” by the River God…


    Ink painting sighs.


    "If you want to find a way, go to the River Temple to take a look..."


    The gate of the Heshen Temple is closed, but there is no lock on it.


    Mo Hua stood in front of the Heshen Temple and was about to push the door and go in, but suddenly he was stunned, his eyes slightly condensed, and his figure gradually disappeared.


    In front of the River God Temple, on a circular open space paved with stone bricks.


    Master She gradually emerged.


    He looked around, his eyes were cold, his expression was pleasant, and he smiled grimly:


    "A group of pigs! People and animals! I have humiliated me many times along the way, and finally I was plotted against me."


    "I am the priest of the river god. In this fishing village, I have the protection of the Lord of God. What are you fighting with me?"


    "Along the way, I endured humiliation and was now waiting."


    "I killed you one by one in my dream. Your spiritual consciousness will be destroyed, and your body will sooner or later rot..."


    Master She took out a blood-colored sacrificial knife and wanted to cut Gu An and his men''s necks.


    Before he could do it, he stopped again and frowned and said, "No, this is too cheap for you..."


    "Just killing you, letting you die ignorantly, and it will not wash away my shame and it will be difficult to vent my hatred."


    Master She thought for a moment and laughed evilly.


    "Yes, I will plant blood fish for you, so that you will be reduced to sacrifices, and worship your faith for my God Lord. After you have drained your spiritual sense, you will be transformed into half-human and half-demon demons..."


    After Master She finished speaking, his evil eyes revealed excitement.


    He used a sacrificial knife to cut his wrist, blood flowed out, condensed into an ugly, **** strange fish in the air.


    Master She grabbed the strange fish and wanted to stuff it into Gu An''s forehead.


    But Gu An flashed a pattern on his forehead, as if something had protected his spiritual consciousness. He could not fit in, the fish.


    "What''s going on?"


    Master She frowned.


    "Why can''t we sow into evil spirits? Who has set up the means of protecting the gods on them?"


    Master She felt a little uneasy.


    He always felt that something was wrong.


    "Did I...forgot something?"


    He looked at all the people who were dreaming again, and then his expression changed slightly, "Where is that hateful little devil who was killed by thousands of swords?"


    "Are you looking for me?"


    A crisp sound rang behind him.


    Master She looked panicked. Just as he was about to turn around, he realized that the back of his neck was strangled by a pair of small but hard hands.


    "This is?!"


    Master She opened his eyes wide and tried his best to break free, but found that he could not break free no matter what.


    Although the hand is small, the power of the divine thoughts is extremely powerful.


    Master She gritted his teeth and stabbed his arm with a short sacrificial knife. A blood mist burst out, shaking the palm of his back neck, and then he barely escaped.


    After standing still, Master She looked back and saw a playful ink painting.


    But Mo Hua is one size smaller than what he saw before.


    It seems like I have grown a few years ago.


    "Little devil..."


    Master She looked sarcastic, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, "No, who are you? Why are you so concise in your spiritual consciousness? Why can you still be conscious when you fall into a dream?"


    Mo Hua smiled but didn''t answer.


    Master She''s expression changed, and finally his eyes sank:


    "Okay, little kid, since you don''t say it, don''t blame me for being rude."


    Ink paintings were very interested and said with a crisp voice:


    "You want to fight with me?"


    "Fight? You think too much of yourself..." Master She smiled crookedly, "I am a late-stage monk in the foundation building stage, and the eighteen-patterned divine consciousness. In this nightmare woven by the **** master, I will deal with you, a mere early-stage ghost in the foundation building stage, and you are just torture and killing, you..."


    The body of Mo Hua was like thunder, and he rushed forward with a punch.


    This punch is extremely fast and has extremely strong force.


    Master She didn''t react at all, and felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen, and his eyes were almost protruding.


    He couldn''t help but cover his stomach and slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua strangled his neck and ordered:


    "Old Zamao, lead me to see your master."


    Master She''s face was distorted, and a storm was stirring up in his heart.


    This little devil...what the **** is going on? !


    My spiritual consciousness is in the late stage of foundation building! Why can''t even bear this little ghost''s punch? Is there any **** rules of the great way to explain?


    "Who are you?"


    Master She stammered in pain.


    Mo Hua''s subordinates increased their strength, "Are you qualified to ask me questions?"


    Master She almost broke the back of his neck by ink painting, and hurriedly said, "Little ancestor! Please spare my life! I will lead the way!"


    Ink painting then let go.


    Master She took a long breath and glanced at the ink painting from the corner of his eyes, feeling cold in his heart.


    Damn, I misunderstood.


    This little ghost is the most difficult among these Daoting Si hawks.


    Obviously outside, this little ghost has the lowest cultivation level, the weakest strength, and looks like a child of a noble family who is arrogant, domineering and brainless.


    But unexpectedly, once he entered a nightmare, his spiritual consciousness would be so terrifying.


    What the **** is going on?


    Master She frowned and couldn''t figure it out.


    The ink painting on the other side is already a little impatient, "Hurry up and lead the way!"


    Master She came to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"


    Then he lowered his eyebrows and walked to the Heshen Temple, and reached out to push open the gate of the Heshen Temple.


    "Wait." Mo Hua said suddenly.


    Master She trembled his hands and did not dare to move.


    Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and the others and asked Master She, "How do you get these people out?"


    If the spiritual consciousness is destroyed, people will die. He doesn’t want Gu An and the others to stay here later, and there will be any dangers.


    Master She said, "It''s not possible now."


    Mo Hua silently looked at Master She.


    Master She''s heart was shocked and he quickly explained:


    "It''s really not possible. Entering a dream is the ability of Lord River God. I just opened an altar and borrowed a method. How could I have the ability to send these people out of the nightmare..."


    Mo Hua changed his mind and asked, "Then you are also in a dream. How did you get out?"


    Master She''s face twitched slightly.


    This little devil is too keen.


    He said weakly: "I..."


    Mo Hua clenched his fist.


    Master She immediately said, "I... went to worship Lord River God, burn incense on the altar, kowtow three respectfully, and then you can retreat from the nightmare."


    “Altar…”


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly condensed and she nodded, "I understand, you can lead the way."


    Master She didn''t know what Mo Hua knew, but he didn''t dare to ask, so he had to accept his fate and pushed open the gate of the Heshen Temple.


    The vermilion gate opened, and the scene in the River God Temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.


    This dreamy River Temple is much more magnificent than what you see outside.


    The Heshen Temple is also much spacious.


    Ink painting walked into the River God Temple. In front of it was a long white stone path with carved beams and painted roads on both sides, carved with various fish demon patterns.


    Walking straight forward, walking for a while, passing through the gate of the front hall, and then reaching the square of the Heshen Temple.


    After entering the square, the ink painting couldn''t help but his pupils shook.


    In the square, there are "people" kneeling!


    And these people looked very familiar. When they looked closely, they turned out to be fishing repairmen from every household in a small fishing village.


    Even Old Yu knelt inside.


    Their figures were illusory, with their knees on the ground, kneeling towards the depths of the River Temple. At the same time, an ugly blood fish swam in their heads.


    The **** fish swim in their minds, just like swimming in water, occasionally taking a sip, and the figures of these fishermen are a little weaker.


    The kneeling fishermen all looked painful, as if they were in a nightmare, experiencing countless nightmares of reincarnation, and in the endless pain of reincarnation, they worshipped the evil gods of suffering.


    Mo Hua couldn''t bear it.


    For these fishermen, happiness is short-lived, and pain is lifelong.


    Whether it is aristocratic families or evil gods, they regard them as "tools" and squeeze everything about them.


    However, the existence of these fishing practitioners made Mo Hua very confused.


    They should be just ordinary casual cultivators. They do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness to prove the truth, and they cannot have the independent incarnation of "divine thoughts".


    These fishermen who kneel down are more like...


    After falling into a nightmare, the "presentation" of your own spiritual consciousness in the dream?


    But the ink painting was not particularly sure, so he asked Master She, "What''s going on with these fishing practitioners?"


    Master She turned his eyes and said in a solemn voice:


    "These fools are from low-born and live in suffering, so they pray to the great river **** and pray for the mercy of the great river god."


    Mo Hua didn’t say anything.


    Master She saw that the ink painting was not very satisfied, so he continued:


    "In order to make them grateful for their kindness, Lord River God built this dream so that all of them could kneel down here and pray for blessings, day and night."


    The eyes of Mo Hua were slightly condensed, and he probably understood in his heart.


    Ordinary monks have no divine incarnation.


    So the evil **** weaves a dream.


    All monks in the dream can manifest themselves in their spiritual consciousness. This nightmare is a "collective dream" built by the River God, or the evil **** of the Great Wilderness.


    Through nightmare, evil gods can maintain believers without knowing each other, absorb the faith of believers, and strengthen themselves.


    Master She said that this dream is "daily and night"...


    The meaning is that this dream is not just a dream, it is not the kind of "dream" that only exists when dreaming at night...


    The fishing repairs in the small fishing village are dreaming about this all the time.


    Only at night will the dream appear.


    The medium of entering a dream, or the medium of being "contaminated" by the evil gods, is the well water that raises blood fish.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but think that not long ago, he had a nightmare after drinking fish soup and his spiritual sense was contaminated.


    In the dream, he and his senior sister had a few joys and sorrows, but they never had a good ending.


    After he had a dream, he woke up and killed the fish demon in the sea of ??consciousness.


    If it weren''t for this, even if the sea of ??consciousness was polluted more seriously, he might have been dragged into this "collective nightmare" like these fishermen one night, and could never go out or wake up, thus completely becoming a "domestic animal" raised by evil gods.


    Of course, ink painting is not afraid.


    Although it is a bit dangerous, even if he cannot defeat the second-grade evil god, he should be more than enough to protect himself.


    But these villagers are different...


    They were powerless to resist.


    Even these people may not know anything about what happened.


    Ink painting feels in his heart.


    Master She secretly observed his expression and expression, not knowing what he was planning.


    Mo Hua asked, "Can these villagers go out of their dreams?"


    Master She was startled when he heard this and said tremblingly: "Don''t say such words..."


    He looked around, lowered his voice, and said carefully:


    "These villagers are the foundation of Lord River God. If you make up their minds, if you anger the River God, be careful not to die without a place to bury..."


    Mo Hua curled her lips.


    Master She was a little anxious and hurriedly advised, "Little...Little ancestor, I don''t know what kind of inheritance you have. You have such powerful divine thoughts at a young age, but no matter how strong your divine thoughts are, you are just a person. How can you offend the majesty of the gods?"


    "If you really anger Lord River God, you will not only die at that time..."


    I''m afraid I''ll be affected too, so I''ll be buried with you...


    Master She said silently in his heart.


    Lord River God''s temper has never been that good.


    Mo Hua was a little curious, "Have you ever met the River God?"


    Master She''s face turned pale, "I''ve seen it...but I haven''t seen it either. I dare not look at it, but I just knelt on the ground and didn''t dare to raise my head..."


    Ink painting was very boring and said lightly: "Don''t worry, keep leading the way."


    Master She hesitated for a moment and did not continue to move forward.


    Mo Hua walked a few steps, and saw Master She standing still, he turned around and frowned, "Why don''t you leave?"


    Master She hesitated and said, "You''d better not go ahead."


    "Why?"


    “It’s very dangerous…”


    "It doesn''t matter, take me there."


    Master She''s eyelids twitched, "I don''t want to go over..."


    "Then do you want to leave your life here?" Mo Hua threatened with a simple face.


    Master She was extremely hated.


    The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog!


    This **** little devil, I see how arrogant you can be!


    Okay, since you want to die, I don’t mind leading you the way.


    Master She suppressed the hatred in his heart, sighed, and said slowly, "Forget it, follow me."


    Then he led the way in front, followed by Mo Hua. The two walked through the square where fishermen worshipped and continued to walk towards the back hall of the Heshen Temple. After a while, they arrived at the gate of the back hall.


    The gate of the back hall was locked by a huge door lock.


    The back of the door was gloomy.


    Mo Hua glanced at Master She.


    Master She gritted his teeth, then he took out the short sacrificial knife on his body and stabbed it on his arm. After the short sucked blood, he inserted the knife into the door lock.


    The door lock trembled, like a monster opening its eyes, sucking the blood from the knife.


    After a while, the door lock sucked blood and opened it on its own with a "creak".


    Master She''s hands were trembling and he opened the door lock tremblingly.


    The moment the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew over, with the wind mixed with the fishy smell.


    The ink painting felt very familiar with this fishy smell.


    When he entered the door, Mo Hua was stunned, looking a little unbelievable.


    The back hall of the River God Temple was built with hundreds of iron cages, with demons that were either fish heads, human bodies, or demon claws.


    These demons are almost exactly the same as the flesh and blood demons outside.


    But these demons are evil spirits!


    At that moment, the ink painting suddenly opened up and figured out a lot of things.


    He finally knew how those deformed and weird monsters in Yuer''s nightmare came from.


    He also figured out why the evil **** had to refine so many flesh and blood demons outside.


    He also knew how the evil gods had accumulated power through preaching.


    Human traffickers are just tycoons.


    The real power of the evil **** is two terrifying demons under his command.


    One type is flesh and blood demon, and the other type is evil demon.


    One real and one virtual.


    The flesh and blood demon can kill the body of a monk, and the sea of ??spiritual power and energy of a dirty monk.


    Evil demons can invade the sea of ??consciousness of monks, and swallow their spiritual consciousness in the nightmare woven by evil gods, without any disadvantages.


    As soon as I thought about this, Mo Hua suddenly felt ache in his spiritual sense.


    Cruel scenes emerged from cause and effect, like a lantern, passing through Mo Hua''s mind...


    In the **** fishing village, the fisherman kneeled on the ground to worship and believed in the fallen river god.


    Their suffering has become the root of faith.


    Their faith has become the nourishment for the evil gods.


    The evil **** devours the faith of fisherman.


    After faith was sucked away and the spiritual consciousness was exhausted, the villagers were like walking corpses. Then they raised their butcher knife and used the man in black as their minions to slaughter the entire fishing village.


    The dead villagers, whose body was mixed with monsters, were refined with evil formation blood, and they were refined into deformed and terrifying flesh and blood demons.


    This blood array is extremely cruel and will cause great pain and resentment.


    This kind of pain and resentment will reconstruct the demon in the form of flesh and blood demons and form the "evil evil spirit".


    Mo Hua took a breath of cold air.


    These poor fishing practitioners...


    Living faith is used to feed evil gods.


    After extorting the faith, he was slaughtered and died tragically, and used to refine demons.


    The remaining spiritual consciousness after death is refined and fermented with blood to transform evil spirits.


    Birth is fish, death is minions.


    This is really what it is, from the physical body to the spiritual consciousness, from birth to death, it is squeezed completely and not left a single drop.


    Mo Hua suffocated his chest and an endless murderous intent suddenly surged in his heart.


    Master She on the other side saw Mo Hua standing still, for some reason, and suddenly smiled gloomyly and secretly held the sacrificial knife in his palm.


    The blade cuts the palm of your hand, and blood drips on the ground, melting into blood-colored patterns.


    The demon smelled the blood and was restless.


    Master She was a little afraid, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to release his blood to condense more lines.


    These patterns are like keys, flowing against the ground, flowing into the iron cages, opening the door lock on the iron cages.


    In just a moment, the demonic energy filled the sky.


    The ferocious demons came out of the cage, their eyes were scarlet, and they looked at the ink painting.


    Mo Hua came to her senses only then, looking at the demon in the scene, with a look of indifferent.


    At the same time, Master She suddenly inserted his short knife into his chest, and a large amount of blood burst out, rushing towards the ink painting. When he approached the ink painting, he instantly condensed into a blood-colored formation, bound the ink painting to its original place, making the ink painting unable to move.


    Master She''s face was slightly pale and his figure was a little weak, but he couldn''t help but feel proud and sneered:


    "Little kid, I didn''t expect that I am actually a formation master!"


    "This is the blood sacrifice formation that I have been experiencing for life. In the nightmare woven by the God Lord, this blood sacrifice formation uses blood as ink and dreams as a medium, and cannot be broken."


    "You are trapped here, torn to pieces by these demons, and swallowed them into your stomach with one mouthful..."


    "They have been hungry for a long time..."


    After Master She finished speaking, he turned around and left.


    It wants to escape from here quickly before the demon finishes eating the ink painting.


    Otherwise, these hungry demons might not have eaten with him.


    Except for the Lord of God, these demons do not listen to anyone''s orders.


    Master She was in a hurry in his back, but he didn''t walk for long, and felt that his breath was different behind him. When he turned around, his pupils shook violently.


    He saw hundreds of demons with amazing momentum, layer by layer, surrounding the little ghost.


    But despite this, many hideous demons only dared to grin three feet away, with fishy saliva and roar in a low voice.


    They looked greedy, but they didn''t dare to move forward, as if they were afraid of something...


    No, it’s not fear.


    These demons are facing a great enemy, and they are... afraid of something!


    Fear?


    Master She was in a state of coldness.


    Then he saw that Mo Hua, surrounded by hundreds of ferocious demons, had a cold look, and the strange divine thoughts on his body flowed, and instantly transformed into three ink-colored black shadows, like three Taoist robes, draped on his body.


    Mo Hua spread his arms, and the thoughts left a series of heavy shadows as he moved.


    In the blink of an eye, the mind rushed rapidly.


    Above the ground, the mysterious and complex array patterns were like the tide rising, vines blooming in spring, spreading wildly around.


    But in a few breaths, a majestic wildfire formation of killing was already formed.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were pitch black and pure, and she said softly:


    "kill!"


    The divine thoughts were boiling, and the formation exploded, like a powerful fire hurricane sweeping over, burning and killing all the demons in the formation in an instant.


    Master She''s eyes were horrified, his legs became weak, and he fell to the ground. He struggled a few times, but he couldn''t get up at all.


    When he looked up again, he found that Mo Hua was standing in front of him at some point.


    "If you do something small, I''ll kill you."


    (This chapter ends)