Chapter 700: Magical Power (Thank you for the leader of Shu Ji''uo''s reward~)
In Mo Hua''s body, the three thoughts subsided, and everything returned to its original state, just like a simple little monk.
But at this moment, he looked at Master She with a expressionless face. A trace of majesty was revealed in his light golden pupils, like looking at an ant crawling on the ground.
Master She''s eyes were frightened.
Suddenly, he had the illusion of facing the "god".
Such many hideous and terrifying demons were wiped out by this little **** with formation in just one round.
Is this really something that "people" can do?
But it is impossible...
Master She knew in his heart that this little monk did have a physical body, and his spiritual consciousness was indeed pulled from the sea of ??consciousness to the dream.
His is indeed a personal one!
But, if the spiritual sense is so strong, can it really be considered a "person"?
Master She looked pale and incredible.
“Old maomao.”
Mo Hua shouted, but saw Master She look unconscious and frightened, so he reached out to hold his neck and walked forward with his hand.
After walking a few steps, Mo Hua remembered something and looked back at the demonic aura that was scattered around after being burned and killed. He felt that it could not be wasted, so he opened his mouth and sucked it suddenly.
All the demonic thoughts in the sky were sucked into the mouth by the ink painting.
This scene was seen by Master She, and his whole body trembled and his soul was scattered.
This little monk not only did not get eaten by the demon, but now he is the other way around...
“eat” the demon?
"What kind of little monster did I introduce into the temple of Lord River God..."
Master She looked as if dead.
The evil demons are hatched by the evil **** believers who died by blood and are tragically refined, but their essence is no longer human "spiritual consciousness".
It is an evil thought that feeds on human spiritual consciousness.
Mo Hua absorbed a large number of evil thoughts from demons and refined them slightly, not only made up for the large amount of spiritual consciousness that had been consumed just now, but also his own spiritual consciousness seemed to grow a little stronger.
His spiritual consciousness took a clear step from the sixteenth pattern to the seventeenth pattern.
I don’t know if the demons here are being nurtured by the evil gods themselves, and their evil thoughts are more "fatty", and their refined spiritual consciousness is more abundant.
In comparison, Yuer''s demon in the nightmare has become much thinner.
And I don’t know if I have been “eated” a lot, but in recent days, the number of demons in Yuer’s dream has become less and less.
Mo Hua has been "hungry" for a long time, and now it is a rare meal.
After devouring the evil thoughts of the demons, Mo Hua pinched Master She''s neck with one hand and dragged him to continue walking into the River Temple.
As I walked, I could feel the atmosphere of the River God Temple becoming more and more depressing.
In the golden light around, blood filled the light.
Walking to the main hall behind, Mo Hua looked up and saw a huge statue of the river god.
This statue of the river god, with a fish face and human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with clouds and wave patterns, twisting hands with both hands, placed beside him, his mouth is like a **** basin, his teeth are so white, he sits high and has a majestic and terrifying look.
It is very similar to the statues of the gods in the temple outside.
But it is bigger, and the breath of divine thoughts is stronger, like a living god.
When Master She saw the statue of the River God, he didn''t pretend to be dead and was still moving. He immediately said "thump" and knelt on the ground, his head hitting the stone bricks, his movements were extremely pious, and he said tremblingly:
"The believers have met Lord River God and Lord God!"
The River God has a majestic demeanor and ignores it.
Mo Hua looked up and said in confusion: "Are you the river god?"
Master She''s heart trembled.
This little devil is really bold because he has some skills!
When he saw the River God, he not only did not kneel down or say anything, but he also called the name of Lord River God rudely without any respect!
Those who are good at wandering drown, and those who are good at riding fall.
If you have a little ability, you will not know that the sky is high and the earth is strong. Sooner or later, you will die without a place to bury it.
How can you let go of your presumptuousness in front of Lord River God?
Master She secretly mocked himself in his heart.
But what he didn''t expect was that the River God actually spoke.
"yes…"
This sound was extremely thick, solemn and dignified, echoing in the River God Temple, with a faint accent.
Master She buried his head lower.
He was afraid that he would lose his manners in front of the river god, which would make the river **** unhappy, but at the same time, he was also a little shocked.
I have sacrificed so many times in the past two hundred years, and Lord River God has never given me a single word of instruction.
But this little devil looked straight at the **** and spoke in a ruthless manner. He was so rude... Did Lord River God actually reply to his words?
And it seems that he doesn''t look very angry?
Master She was a little unbelievable.
"You offended God''s majesty..." The river **** said in a heavy voice.
Master She felt a stern.
The River God was indeed angry, this kid was in trouble!
"I can keep my promise..." The river **** continued.
Master She: “…”
Mo Hua was also a little surprised, "I broke into your River God Temple, saw your secret, and killed the demons you raised, can you still let it go?"
The river god''s fish head has a strange face, and there is no joy or anger, but his voice shows compassion:
"The gods love the world. You are still young and ignorant."
Mo Hua said strangely: "Then are you willing to let me go?"
The river **** nodded and said, "Natural."
"I have a few companions." Mo Hua said.
“They can go, too.”
"There are two more children who were previously miscellaneous..." Mo Hua pointed to Master She who was kneeling on the ground and continued:
“…He gave it to you as a sacrifice, and I want to take it back too.”
The river **** was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly condensed, and he slowly said:
"These two children are lucky people. I originally wanted to take them as boys in front of me, but your lucky fate is above them..."
"If you want these two children, you can take them away."
Master She, who was kneeling piously on the ground, was stunned at that moment.
Did I... hear it wrong?
This little devil dares to ask for someone in front of Lord River God? Make requests again and again?
And such an irresponsible request, Lord River God...
Did you actually agree? !
Could it be that Lord River God is not a murderous god, but a good **** who saves all living beings?
This is not right...
But on the other side, the ink painting seemed not satisfied.
He thought for a while and said, "I want to take away the fishing practitioners in the square, too."
The river god''s expression stagnated, his eyes were already cold and indifferent, and his tone was no longer kind.
"Little monk, only by being content can one be happy, and only by being good at beginning will one have a good end."
"My gift to you has made an exception. Don''t be more cautious. Otherwise, it will cause disaster..."
Mo Hua also nodded and said, "That''s right, you have hung the fish head, sold mutton, killed so many people, eaten so many spiritual consciousness, and refined so many evil spirits, and you should know that you can stop..."
"It''s an exception for me to speak kindly to you. Don''t be too arrogant. If you lose your composure, otherwise it will cause disaster..."
The fish head of the river **** suddenly became ferocious, and an evil look was revealed in the cold and wooden fish''s eyes.
Its sound is like the frost shrouded in the severe winter:
"You...get it?"
"How did you know?"
Hanging the fish head and selling mutton...
The river god''s fish eyes instantly turned scarlet, "Little human and animal, so brave!"
The ink painting was no longer long-winded, and jumped up and punched out with one punch.
Master She is irritated.
The river **** sneered, slowly stretched out his huge demon claws, wrapped in blood, and grabbed the ink painting.
The white and tender fist hit the huge demon claws.
With a roar, the fluctuations of divine thoughts spread around.
The river god''s smile suddenly solidified.
Its huge demon claw was directly penetrated by Mo Hua''s fist, and the phantom of the divine thoughts on the demon claws became a little dim.
After blasting through the demon claw, Mo Hua then punched him and rushed straight to the fish head of the river god.
The river god''s eyes trembled and he no longer dared to be arrogant. He quickly stood up and retreated.
Mo Hua swung his punch in the air, and a light blue light flashed on his body, and he used his passing steps to continue attacking the River God.
The River God avoided twice, but because of his huge body, he was unable to avoid it, and was still hit by Mo Hua''s abdomen with a punch.
The small punch, the power of divine thoughts contained in it, made the entire body of the River God tremble.
The river **** was furious, "Okay, ignorant child, if you don''t eat toast, don''t blame me for being polite today!"
A blood mist surged and spread for a moment, then suddenly rolled back and condensed around the river god.
The body of the River God did not increase, but shrank, only one head taller than a normal adult monk, but his figure was more concise.
It seems that he was just like a god. He dispersed his divine thoughts and deliberately became taller to shock believers.
The divine thoughts spread, and the power will also disperse.
Now this appearance is condensed in the body, and it is its true posture.
The eyes of Mo Hua lit up and the fighting spirit became even stronger.
Since the change in the spiritual consciousness and the marrow of the spiritual consciousness has not yet been defeated.
The demon on weekdays is not his opponent at all.
He really wanted to know how strong the power of his divine consciousness was, and whether he could compete with the true "god" head-on and compete with the superiors and inferiors.
The ink painting was not long-winded, and he flashed his body, rushed up and waved his small fist, and punched the River God in the face.
The river **** was accidentally shot on the face by Mo Hua''s punch. The fish gills were deformed, and his body couldn''t help but take a few steps back. After standing still, the river god''s eyes were completely red.
Its ferocity was also completely aroused, and the robe with cloud embroidered wave patterns on its body turned blood-red.
"Looking for death!"
The river **** roared in a low voice, like a demon, with his claws like the wind, and he rushed towards Mo Hua directly.
Mo Hua was not afraid of being happy and fought with the River God head-on.
For a moment, the figures intertwined, the fists and claws clashed, and the strong power of divine thoughts trembled like thunder drums, constantly spreading to the surroundings, shaking the temple built in dreams, the floor tiles were broken and the walls were mottled.
Master She was afraid of being affected, so he had already tremblingly hid aside, watching the Mo Hua fight with the River God, and was shocked.
"This teenage little devil is actually fighting with the ''god'' with the power of divine thoughts?!"
Master She only felt that it was extremely absurd.
After fighting in this way for dozens of rounds, there is still no winner.
The river **** couldn''t help but look cold, and a light gold color condensed from the demon claws. The light gold color was also oozing with blood red.
The river god''s fish head showed a hint of sneer.
The light golden demon claws, carrying the fishy wind, suddenly tear towards the ink painting.
Mo Hua realized that something was wrong, and also learned from the River God, melted the light golden magic silk on his fist, and then punched out, colliding with the River God''s demon claws.
Even more surging waves came, two divine thoughts strangled, and the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered.
Then, one person and one **** were equally divided and each took two steps back.
Mo Hua felt that his fist was a little painful and couldn''t help but rub it.
The river god''s demon claw was not broken at all, but its expression changed and he looked at Mo Hua in shock, "Are you not a human?!"
Mo Hua was unhappy, "You are not a human being!"
Then he realized, "Oh yes, you are indeed not a human."
The river **** was slightly angry and his eyes were cold, "With the marrow of God, are you a human or a god?"
Ink painting smiled and said nothing.
Seeing this, the river **** couldn''t help but look angry and sneered:
"Don''t think that you dare to despise the gods by chance if you get some magical stamina."
"The gods are the masters of the spirits of heaven and earth, and the way of gods is the taboo of the great way of immortality, and you know nothing at all."
"Well," the river **** held his right hand and condensed a handful of bone harpoons. There were five barbs at the tip of the harpoon, stained with blood poison.
"No matter what your origin is, today will become a sacrifice to the deity."
"How can I not accept the essence of the door that comes to my door?"
The eyes of the ink painting are slightly condensed.
The river **** held up the white bones and harpoons, and above the harpoons, blood thorns condensed by corrupt evil thoughts were born. In just a moment, they broke through the air and rushed towards the Mohua.
The water shadow flashed in Mo Hua''s body, and he used his passing steps to avoid it calmly.
The river **** laughed, and above the bone harpoon, blood thorns condensed one after another, extremely scarlet, and they were more densely pricked towards the ink painting.
Mo Hua couldn''t hide from her eyes, and pointed at her point. The fireball condensed, drew a fire light and flew straight towards the River God.
The fireball and the blood sting collided in the air and turned into a red mist of blood and fire.
The river **** was stunned, "Spell?"
Ink painting is not nonsense.
Since you don’t want to play melee battles, then play ranged spells.
He is not a physical cultivation, and melee combat is not his strength.
The ink painting has deep pupils, the divine thoughts flow, the fingers are frequent, and the fireballs are connected at the head and tail, like crossbow arrows, head and tail, head and tail, head and tail, head and tail, head and head to the river god.
At the beginning, the River God wanted to use the bone harpoon to fight.
But in just a moment, it found that the fireballs were getting more and more, and it was getting faster and faster, which was several times faster than the speed of its blood thorns.
The dense fireballs and blood stings cannot stop them.
In just a few rounds, a fireball hit the River God and exploded a ball of fire fog.
Then more and more fireballs hit the river **** one after another, and flames exploded, swallowing the river god''s body.
After a moment, the fire dissipated and the River God revealed his body. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.
But its expression was completely ferocious, with its beards spreading out of its cheeks and its fangs exposed, without the majesty of a god, and it looked like a river monster.
This little devil is so difficult!
"It seems that you can''t take these methods..."
"Since that''s the case, I will let you see the true way of gods, let you know what the true **** is!"
Mo Hua looked slightly stern, and he felt that the momentum of the entire River God was getting stronger and stronger.
At the same time, a mysterious and mysterious charm of the Great Way surged on the River God.
In Mo Hua remembers that Huangshanjun said that gods were born to the great way and were born to control part of the rules of heaven and earth.
At this time, the surroundings of the River God Temple were soaked with water vapor, as if they were penetrated by the laws of the water system. All the divine thoughts and structures began to be disturbed by the laws and gradually distorted.
A drop of blood dripped from the sky and fell on the floor, splashing **** water.
Then the second drop, the third drop...is getting more and more dense.
Bloody rains were coming up.
Ink painting vaguely feels that it is not good.
This blood rain is too strange, and the aura of the laws of heaven and earth around it is too strong, and it is obvious that it is not a good thing.
In Mohua didn''t know what move this big fish-headed river **** wanted to use, so he applied oil to the soles of his feet and sneaked away.
The thirty-six strategies are the best. First avoid the edge, and then make a long-term plan.
But before he could run far, the fishhead river **** suddenly cracked his mouth and said with a grim smile:
"Do you want to run? It''s too late!"
"This will allow you to see and see. Gods are born in accordance with the way of heaven and earth, and to understand the mysterious principles of all things..."
"Supernatural powers-Infinite Blood River!"
Ink painting was shocked when she heard this.
Supernatural powers? !
What is the gifted method of gods?
He had never heard of it, and even Huangshanjun had never mentioned it.
As soon as the voice of the He Myth finished, he transformed into Taoism with his body, as if he was integrated with the blood rain of heaven and earth.
Then the blood rain became heavier and heavier. In just over a dozen breaths, it gathered into a vast river of blood, rushing and sweeping, like a evil dragon making waves, collapsed and swallowing all the walls, buildings and halls in the temple.
From the front of the River Temple, the blood river surging, swallowing everything and spreading to the apse, but stopped in front of the square.
In the square, many fishermen were kneeling down and worshipped.
They prayed from their suffering to provide faith for the river god, who did not want to destroy their own foundation.
But such a vast river of blood is enough to obliterate the ink painting.
Ink painting drowns in the water, as if imprisoned in an endless water prison, suffocating chest.
In the blood river, there are the laws of gods, evil thoughts of evil gods, and the power of **** evil thoughts.
Like the poison of the spiritual consciousness, the rotten water of the spiritual consciousness is eroding the incarnation of the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting at all times.
The ink painting was swallowed by an infinite river of blood, like a child drowned in blood, struggling with his hands and feet, but he could only watch himself, wrapped in vortex, sinking towards the bottom of the evil and **** river.
The river **** looked at this scene and showed a cold smile.
But after a moment, its smile solidified again.
Something is wrong...
The river god''s eyes showed a slight shock and his expression became more and more serious.
It felt a breath similar to "Tao" spreading, expanding, condensing at the bottom of the river until... bursting out like a volcano.
The blood river instantly turned red.
Even shiny red.
But this kind of red is not blood red, but fiery red.
Just like at the bottom of the river, a volcano erupted, and the fire gushed, burning the river water to a boil.
The river surface gradually boiled, and blood evaporated in large quantities.
A large piece of blood was evaporated out of thin air in the vast blood river, and then other blood flowed backwards and rolled backwards to form a vortex, and then they were all evaporated into water vapor bit by bit.
This cycle continued until the entire blood river was evaporated by the raging fire.
There is heat left in the air.
White steam rose.
The remaining blood rain has a hot temperature.
And the ink painting stands in place, with a raging fire surrounding his body.
The endless river of blood was burned by him.
The river **** took a breath of cold air, his expression extremely solemn.
Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at the River God. His little face was serious and he said his moves domineeringly:
“Super powers!”
"The fire of the karma burns the river!"
The river **** was stunned, and finally couldn''t help it and cursed:
"Children Huangkou! What nonsense is it? I can''t tell? You clearly used the formation just now!"
"Absolutely..." Mo Hua muttered.
The river god''s eyelids twitched wildly.
Formation, magical powers…
In a sense, it is indeed similar.
But can this level of formation really be used by humans?
How deep is the formation to understand in the dream, so that such a powerful formation can be created in a dream with the divine thoughts.
At that moment, the God and his believers had the same idea.
Can this little devil really be considered a "person"?
?Thank you, the leader of the reward for Shu Ji~
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(This chapter ends)