Chapter 701 Killing God


    In front of the River God Temple.


    Mo Hua''s small body confronted the tall and evil river god, but he was not at all inferior in his momentum.


    The surrounding area has become ruins, broken walls and ruins of temples.


    Most of the River God Temple was first flooded by the River God with the magical powers of the infinite blood river, and was burned and boiled by the Lihuo Recovery Array, which was manifested by the ink painting with divine thoughts.


    Among the ruins, the only remaining are the square where the fisherman kneels down and the main hall behind the river god.


    The river **** looked at Mo Hua with deep fear.


    Mo Hua looked at her with pleasure, but she felt a little tricky, especially this kind of "magic power" with a surging blood.


    Even a cultivator who practices the sword of divine consciousness will probably be in danger unless the sword intent reaches its peak, unless it reaches the peak, it will be very bad to encounter such powerful blood river magical powers.


    The sword cultivator back then should have also broken the Blood River magical power.


    But when ink painting deduces cause and effect, I didn’t see it.


    It should be during the battle that the fluctuations of the divine mind confrontation are too great, blurring the cause and effect. When you deduce it yourself, you just flash by and you cannot see the specific battle process.


    That senior should have obtained the true teaching of the sword transformation of Taixu Sect. After years of hardship, he has the power of divine thoughts that he can confront the gods head-on.


    And ordinary monks, even ordinary sword cultivators who transform into divine consciousness, have no chance of surviving when encountering such a truly god-level "magic power" method.


    "This is...the real power of the gods."


    “Talented supernatural powers…”


    Mo Hua was shocked, and then she couldn''t help but have an idea:


    “…I don’t know if I can learn it?”


    Supernatural powers!


    These two words sound very majestic!


    If you learn it yourself, wouldn’t you really be as powerful as a god?


    Ink painting is a little moved.


    But he also knew that he was not a real "god". Since this supernatural power was an innate talent, he probably could not learn it acquired.


    What a pity...


    Mo Hua stared at the River God again.


    At present, he is evenly matched with this big fish head. It doesn’t seem that easy to defeat it.


    The same is true for the River God.


    It looked at the ink painting, with a little more solemn expression, and said slowly in a hoarse voice:


    "You have been the second person in the past few hundred years, and I feel that it is so difficult."


    "The first one is a sword cultivator."


    "Hundreds of years ago, he was alone, one by one, and he wanted to destroy his Taoist priesthood. His sword skills were unfathomable, and his sword intent was extremely sharp..."


    "If I hadn''t had my master''s skills, I would have almost fallen into his hands."


    "But no matter how strong his sword intent is, he is just a ''person'' himself and cannot change the fact that his spiritual sense is fragile."


    "And you are different..."


    The river god''s eyes widened slightly, with a little amazement in his mouth.


    "...Your divine thoughts are very powerful; your divine thoughts are rich in experience; divine thoughts are endless, and they can not only manifest magic, but also manifest such profound formations..."


    “It can be said that you are more like a ‘god’ than like a ‘person’.”


    "But no matter how strong your spiritual sense is, your killing power is far less than the sword cultivator back then."


    "His divine thoughts are too extreme. The divine thoughts turn into swords, and divine thoughts are swords, so his sword can hurt me, but I can easily hurt him."


    "And your divine thoughts are both attack and defense, and they are too strong. Even if I use my magical powers, I can''t kill you. But on the other hand, you can''t do anything to me..."


    The river **** looked cold.


    Mo Hua licked her lips, "How can I know if I don''t try it."


    Then without saying a word, he rushed up suddenly and fought with the River God.


    The close one is to fight with fists and feet, and if far away, it is to restrain one by magic. Occasionally, several formations are manifested to blow up the river god.


    The river **** deals with ink paintings, or uses white bone harpoons to condensate the bleeding spikes to fight, or uses the blood river magical power to corrode the spiritual consciousness of ink paintings.


    But this time the magical power is relatively small in scale, and it is only a few feet away from the whole body, and a river of evil thoughts condenses into **** rivers, thereby limiting the attack of ink paintings.


    After dozens of rounds of battle, although ink painting has a little advantage, it is difficult to decide the winner. As the River God said, it is impossible to do anything.


    Mo Hua suddenly realized something, and his hand contained golden light, and a punch was blown out, and the river **** blocked it with his blood-colored demon claws.


    Mo Hua took the opportunity to retreat, widen the distance, and said unhappily:


    "Are you delaying time?"


    The river **** saw that the ink painting understood and smiled slightly, revealing his white fangs.


    "You are human, and you have a physical body. I just need to drag you into this dream and wait for your outside body to rot, or if something unexpected happens, your physical body will die..."


    "No matter how strong your divine thought is, it will become a rootless duckweed. You will either die or die, or you will fall into evil spirits and become evil spirits..."


    "If you die, you will die."


    "If you become an evil ghost, you will be seriously injured and you will not be my opponent."


    "So, from the moment you enter the dream, I will be invincible."


    Mo Hua frowned, thought for a little while, and then said frankly:


    "I admit defeat, I won''t play anymore, can you let me out?"


    The river god''s eyelids twitched.


    This little devil is really thick-skinned.


    It has lived for so long, seen so many human, demon, ghost, god, and god, and never seen anyone admit defeat and admit it so simply, so calmly, and so righteous.


    But it doesn''t believe it at all.


    This young monk is young, but he is cunning and weird, and he cannot believe a word in his mouth.


    The river **** sneered and did not answer.


    Mo Hua sighed, then without saying a word, turned around and ran away immediately.


    The river **** didn''t care at first, but then saw that Mo Hua was running away in the square where the fisherman kneeled down to worship, and his eyes flashed sharply.


    "Little devil, want to ruin my temple?!"


    The river god''s body turned into blood, and evil thoughts surrounded the ink painting immediately.


    But after chasing for a long time, I kept chasing until the square, but there was still no ink painting.


    “Where did you go?”


    The river **** frowned strange eyebrows.


    It thought for a moment, suddenly felt a sudden shock and said:


    “The hall!”


    This little devil, I don’t know what method I used, actually concealed his breath and attacked the world.


    He wants to steal the house!


    The river **** was so angry that his hair and beard were all open, and he immediately rolled his blood back and returned to the front of the hall at a faster speed.


    A long distance away, it saw that the originally closed door of the hall had been forcibly broken into a hole, just enough for a child to get in.


    "What a cunning little beast!"


    The river **** was furious and rushed into the hall immediately.


    Inside the hall, there are blood silk and gold covers, carved beams and painted roofs, luxurious and luxurious, with various skull carvings and pearls transformed by blood-colored evil thoughts.


    Like a small dragon palace at the bottom of the river.


    But this "Dragon Palace" has a rich blood color and thick white bones, which is a bit in the underworld.


    And in the middle of the hall, there is an altar.


    The altar reliefs are simple, luxuriously furnished, quiet and solemn.


    In the center of the altar is a statue of a river **** made of gold and stone, which looks exactly like a river god, but two sheep horns are grafted on top of its head, which looks very strange.


    And under the statue of the River God, there is an altar.


    On the altar, there are fish offerings filled with fresh offerings. If you look closely, you will find that they are made of human flesh and blood.


    In the middle of the altar, there is a glass-colored fish tank full of blood-red fish.


    Under the altar, there were two children kneeling, which were Yu Dahe’s two sons.


    At this time, they were kneeling devoutly towards the River God statue, and two special blood fish were wandering in their minds, as if they were "assimilating" the two children.


    The two children seemed to be "alienated", with **** fish gills on their mouths and cheeks, green fish scales on their skin, and signs of fins on their hands and feet. They seemed to be turning into two "kiwi boys" bit by bit.


    At this time, Mo Hua stood in front of the altar, touching his little chin, thinking while nodding slightly.


    First of all, he guessed right.


    The river **** used infinite blood and river magic powers to flood most of the River God Temple, but only two places were flooded, one was the square and the other was the main hall.


    In the square, there are believers of the River God, which is the foundation of the sermon.


    The main hall door is closed, I have never entered it before, and I don’t know what is inside.


    But the river **** has never flooded the hall, because it must be because the hall has something as important and even more important as the foundation of preaching.


    Since it is difficult to decide the outcome, Mo Hua thought it would be better to have a glimpse of the end, so she pretended to escape to the square, but actually performed the hidden art, secretly turned back, broke the door of the hall, entered the river god''s real "hometown" and saw the real altar.


    The River God never expected that the ink painting would hide.


    Unexpectedly, Mo Hua is so brave and so cunning!


    It looked at the ink painting and was so angry that it shivered all over.


    Mo Hua stood in front of the altar and squinted at the river god.


    The river **** instantly understood what Mo Hua wanted to do, and couldn''t help but feel trembling and shouted in shock:


    "You dare!?"


    Of course, there is nothing to be afraid of ink painting.


    He picked up the glass fish tank with a speed of thunder, smashed it to the ground, and stomped the blood fish in the fish tank to death one by one.


    Then he raised his kick, kicked over the altar, turned around and kicked down the River God statue, and even jumped to the top of the River God statue and broke the two sheep horns of the River God statue.


    Ink painting moves very fast.


    The river **** was far away and could not stop it. He could only watch Mo Hua do whatever he wanted, and in a blink of an eye it was tormenting the entire altar.


    The heart of the river **** is bleeding.


    This is the altar it took for hundreds of years to build, but in just a blink of an eye, it was completely destroyed.


    Anger attacked the heart, the evil thoughts of the river **** were boiling, and the blood on his robe was so thick that it turned black. Just as the altar was destroyed and the glass fish tank was smashed, the **** fish in Yu Dahe''s two sons'' minds seemed to be fish that had been unwatered. In just a few breaths, they gradually became depressed.


    The two children also stopped alienation.


    Ink painting thought it was true.


    The key to eliminating evil is to cure the root cause.


    The altar is the key to everything.


    At this time, in the square, the fisherman who was kneeling to the river god, the **** fish in his mind also died of dehydration one by one.


    The fishermen''s eyes gradually became clear.


    As if they woke up from a nightmare, they gradually recovered some consciousness, and at the same time, they were gradually getting rid of their dreams bit by bit.


    The entire River Temple seemed to be trembling slightly.


    This "collective nightmare" is constructed by the river god, but is supported by the belief of fishermen.


    Now that the altar has been destroyed, the nightmare has lost its roots. Once the fisherman wakes up and leaves from the nightmare, it will inevitably shake the foundation of the entire nightmare.


    The river god''s eyes were already red.


    It was already vigilant enough, but he never expected that he would encounter such an outrageous little human beast today.


    Not only is his spiritual sense ridiculously strong, but his mind is also deceitful and cunning.


    And his reputation as he attacked the world and directly destroyed the altar, which shows that he was not ignorant of the way of gods.


    It is even possible that I know a lot.


    The taboos of the way of gods are only circulated among gods, and as ordinary people know it, it is a drop in the bucket.


    Which **** who was killed by a thousand knives told the gods that this little beast who should be cut into pieces? !


    The divine body of the river **** began to twist and deform.


    The fish head also seems to have a tumor, sometimes big and sometimes small, constantly expanding and contracting.


    It is both because of anger and the breaking of the "nightmare", which shakes its origin.


    "good…"


    The voice of the river **** is hoarse and distorted, and his expression is hideous and terrifying.


    "I want to destroy my temple, cut off my foundation, and destroy my divine..."


    "Then I will eat all the people and animals completely, strengthen my mind, and then slowly torture you, a little devil, and eat alive..."


    The river **** turned into a blood river and disappeared in an instant.


    Mo Hua felt a sudden heart, and realized something was wrong. He quickly turned into flowing water and rushed to the square of the front hall.


    When I arrived at the square, I saw **** scenes in the middle of the square.


    A deformed fish monster, with a fat head, a body like a demon, a blood-red whole body, and a thick whisker like tentacles. It scattered around, bound fishing cultivators and sucking spiritual consciousness from them.


    The awakened fishing practitioners looked frightened and struggled to escape.


    Mo Hua saw at a glance that this fish monster was transformed by the River God.


    His divine thoughts flowed, manifesting the five elements of spells, using golden blades, water arrows, and fireballs at the blood-colored fish whiskers around him, cutting off or burning them.


    But there are too many fish whiskers, and the ink painting can''t be cut.


    Even if the formation is used, the effect will be minimal.


    The power of the river **** is increasing little by little, and the fish whiskers are getting thicker and stronger. The evil thoughts on the body are moving towards the peak step by step.


    Even it triggered a evil thought that did not belong to it.


    This evil thought was extremely familiar to the ink painting, and he even "eated".


    The evil **** of the Great Wilderness...


    Mo Hua frowned, his expression was extremely solemn, and then he gritted his teeth and began to concentrate, as if he wanted to condense a large formation to deal with the River God.


    But before he could manifest himself, several blood-colored fish whiskers suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced into his calves. Then they tied the ink painting tightly and lifted it to the river god.


    The ink painting was struggling, but the evil thoughts of the **** of the Great Wilderness were entangled on the fish whiskers, which were extremely strong and tied the ink painting tightly.


    No matter how hard Ren Mohua struggled, he couldn''t even break free.


    The river god''s voice was cold, with a faint sarcasm:


    “No need to struggle…”


    "I said that although your spiritual sense is strong, it is too balanced. Everything is strong, but it has never been the ultimate."


    "Unlike the sword cultivator back then, his divine consciousness is far less than you, but his divine consciousness turns into a sword is extremely sharp..."


    "So he can hurt me, but you can''t!"


    "You can''t break my divine body, and in my nightmare, I can''t do anything to me."


    After hearing this, Mo Hua stopped struggling and seemed to give up resistance.


    A moment later, his crisp voice rang again.


    “Is there a possibility…”


    Mo Hua looked at the river **** who was close to him and suddenly smiled brightly, "...Will I turn into a sword with a divine mind?"


    The river **** was stunned, and then his pupils suddenly opened wide, full of horror.


    At the same time, a very sharp golden light suddenly appeared.


    The majestic, qualitatively changing divine thoughts that are comparable to the power of the gods all poured into the right hand of the ink painting, and were constantly compressed and condensed, forming an extremely thick and extremely concise sword shape.


    The sword is rough, like a sword embryo, but the divine thoughts contained in it are extremely sharp and the murderous intent is fierce.


    Like a sword of magical powers condensed with powerful divine thoughts!


    A little bit of divine cerebral is integrated into the sword, and the sword is drawn to it.


    With a casual wave of the ink painting, a light golden light flashed, condensed into golden lines, and easily cut off all the tough evil thoughts in front of you!


    A huge fear surged in the river god''s eyes.


    The crisis of life and death is right in front of you, and it is even more terrifying than the crisis of the sword hundreds of years ago.


    The river **** struggled and retreated, wanting to stay away from Mo Hua and the "Little King of Hell" holding a golden sword.


    But it''s too late.


    Mo Hua''s body flashed and had already reached its front. He pressed his left hand on its shoulder and held the sword of divine thoughts in his right hand, and stabbed it suddenly.


    The golden light was sharp and invincible, and it directly pierced the river god''s chest.


    Just like the sword that the sword cultivator stabbed out hundreds of years ago.


    But the sword cultivator''s sword is silver.


    And the sword painted in ink is golden.


    The divine mind is powerful, and it blends into the divine essence of light gold. It is the true sword of "god".


    The river god''s chest was broken open by a light golden sword light.


    The sword energy transformed by the divine thoughts strangled the blood-colored evil thoughts in his chest to pieces.


    Huge blood mist suddenly gushed around.


    The evil thoughts of the river **** continued to evacuate around, and its entire divine body, like a deflated ball, gradually shriveled and finally returned to its original state.


    Fishermen who were sucked by the river **** fish beards also escaped from their claws.


    There was still a terror in their eyes, looking at the river **** like a monster in the middle.


    Is this...River God? !


    The fishing practitioners who had just woken up from the nightmare were frightened and looked shocked and suspicious.


    Then they saw an even more incredible scene...


    A young monk with a light golden light wrapped around his body and holding a golden magic sword in his hand dragged the River God to a platform, then pressed the River God''s head with his left hand, and raised the sword with his right hand, drawing a dazzling golden light. The River God was clean and neatly cut off his head.


    This shocking scene impacted the hearts of all fishing practitioners, making them shocked and unable to calm down for a long time.


    The river **** was turned into a sword by ink painting, and his head was cut off.


    The entire River Temple lost its owner and it shook violently in an instant and began to collapse.


    Nightmare also began to collapse at a faster pace.


    The figures of fishermen gradually dissipated.


    They were forcibly expelled from the nightmare.


    Including Yu Dahe''s two children, Gu An and Gu Quan, and others, they gradually woke up from the nightmare...


    The river **** who was cut by the divine mind turned into a sword, and the body and head were different gradually turned into a thick pool of blood.


    This blood is composed of evil thoughts.


    But there is no light golden magic.


    Mo Hua frowned, but time was limited, so he took a deep breath first and swallowed all the evil thoughts of the River God into his stomach.


    But it is not time to refine it yet.


    Mo Hua thought there was still some time left, so she turned back to the hall and came to the altar.


    The altar has been destroyed.


    The statue of the river **** fell down, the altar was turned over, the glass jar was broken, and evil sacrifices were sprinkled all over the floor. As the dream collapsed, it gradually twisted and turned into wisps of evil spirit.


    The ink painting flipped all the altar up and down, but nothing valuable was found.


    There is no divine marrow.


    There is nothing that can be "eat".


    The only remaining faint evil spirit was not enough to even plug his teeth into it, and the ink paintings were not worthy of it.


    "This altar...why is it so poor?"


    Mo Hua sighed, turned around and wanted to leave, and suddenly saw a blood-colored fish swimming out of the statue of the god.


    A fish that escapes the net?


    Mo Hua immediately wanted to reach out and pinch the little fish to death.


    At the critical moment of life and death, Xiaoyu tried his best to shake his body, throwing out all the filthy blood and water, revealing his silver-white body.


    Little silverfish?


    Mo Hua was stunned and looked slightly surprised, but seeing that the little silverfish had no blood and no evil spirits, she had good thoughts and spared his life.


    The trembling little silverfish nodded to Mo Hua repeatedly, as if she was thanking her, and then she turned into a silver light and wandered around, not knowing where she had swam.


    ?Thank you for your rewards from PYHuang, Xiang Lao Dai, and Kean Shushus~


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    (This chapter ends)