Chapter 702 Golden Marrow


    The little silverfish swam away.


    Mo Hua didn''t care. While the nightmare was not destroyed and the River Temple had not collapsed, he continued to search for the altar, never letting go of a bottle, a candle, or a candle.


    But after searching for a long time, I still found nothing.


    After thinking about it for a moment, I sat on it by myself.


    He felt a little mysterious.


    In the dark, it seemed like I had communicated something.


    But that''s all.


    I don’t know if it was because the altar was destroyed by myself and the altar was overturned, so even if I sat on it myself, I didn’t feel that much.


    Unlike the altar in Bishan Demon Cave, as soon as I sat on it, there was a feeling of demons surging, the divine aggregates came to my body, infinite mystery, gathered in myself, and the spiritual consciousness was relaxed.


    Mo Hua looked at the messy altar and sighed helplessly.


    It seems that it''s over here...


    As time comes, the River Temple begins to collapse.


    The nightmare begins to twist.


    Mo Hua also felt a powerful repulsive force. If he did not leave, his spiritual consciousness would be destroyed along with the dream.


    Mo Hua no longer resisted and slowly closed her eyes.


    Another wave of heaven and earth hanging upside down, and the divine thoughts changed.


    When Mo Hua opened her eyes again, she found that Gu An and Gu Quan were looking at him with concern.


    Seeing that Mo Hua woke up, everyone felt relieved.


    "Young Master Xiao Mo, are you okay?" Gu An asked.


    "Um."


    Mo Hua looked around and saw that there were many monks in the Gu family, all of whom had to be fully tailed. Yu Dahe also woke up, and it seemed that nothing was wrong. Then he nodded with satisfaction.


    Working must have a beginning and an end.


    Since you bring them, you must bring them back safely.


    But Yu Dahe was still worried.


    He hugged his two sons tightly in his arms, with both confusion and anxiety on his face. He couldn''t tell the difference, and he didn''t know whether his two sons were dead or alive.


    Mo Hua looked at the two children, nodded slightly, and said:


    "It''s okay, the soul is back..."


    As soon as Mo Hua finished speaking, the two children murmured softly.


    Yu Dahe was happy.


    But the two children still didn''t wake up, but just frowned. They wanted to open their eyes but couldn''t open them, and fell asleep in a deep sleep.


    Yu Dahe panicked again and hurriedly looked at the ink painting.


    Mo Hua said: "The spiritual consciousness is not very adaptable yet. Go back and rest, take some rest, and take some care, and it will be fine after a while."


    Yu Dahe was completely relieved, and then he was overjoyed, his eyes flushed, and he kept saying:


    "Thank you, thank you Young Master Mo..."


    Ink painting is also relieved.


    Gu An looked around and whispered, "Young Master, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Otherwise, let''s go back first?"


    Mo Hua thought about it and shook his head and said, "No hurry, I have something to do..."


    The river god''s head was cut off by himself.


    Although this River God Temple still looks gloomy, there is nothing scary anymore.


    In comparison, there are some things that need to be cured.


    "Brother Xiao An, Brother Xiao Quan, you can protect me..."


    Mo Hua said, then took out a black cloth strip with several array patterns inside, and took out a stick with a thick cotton cloth wrapped around it.


    "I will meditate later. If my expression is abnormal and my eyes turn evil, you can use this black cloth to seal it on my forehead."


    "If I go crazy, you guys will knock me out with this stick!"


    Mo Hua was afraid that he would be beaten and hurt, so he wrapped a thick cotton cloth around the stick.


    Then Mo Hua gritted her teeth and handed the stick to Gu Quan, but she did not forget to remind him:


    "Remember to start with a gentle note..."


    I am not physically cultivating, but I have fine skin and tender flesh, so I can''t wait to get beaten.


    Gu Quan took the stick, looked at each other with confusion, and asked in a low voice:


    "Young Master, what exactly are you going to do?"


    Mo Hua waved his hand, "You don''t understand what the Formation Master said, just remember what I just said."


    Gu Quan nodded reluctantly.


    The others also sensibly did not ask too much, but instead guarded the ink painting with a cautious expression.


    Prepare thoroughly, Mo Hua meditated on the spot, and his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ??consciousness.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, Mo Hua''s divine thought incarnation opened her eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.


    He is ready to refine the evil thoughts of the River God first.


    The river **** was dead on the surface, turned into a pool of blood and evil thoughts, and was swallowed into the belly by the ink painting.


    But the way of gods is unfathomable.


    Ink painting is not sure whether the river **** is really dead, so he thought of refining his evil thoughts first and "eat" them completely to completely eliminate future troubles and avoid long nights of dreams.


    The huge evil thoughts of the river **** were swallowed into the belly by ink painting.


    Returning to the realm of the dream, I entered the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting.


    The ink painting directly forms the fire array with divine thoughts, and begins to burn these evil thoughts bit by bit.


    The river **** has a strong divine consciousness, but a large part of the divine consciousness is full of filthy evil thoughts.


    Ink paintings must completely refine evil thoughts, abandon evil spirits, remove filth and preserve truth, and retain pure spiritual thoughts in order to truly swallow them and completely digest them.


    The evil thoughts were scarlet, burned by the fiery red formation, turned into wisps of white smoke, and were sucked into the belly by Mo Hua.


    This white smoke is actually not clean, and there are still many instinctive evil thoughts left in it. After devouring it, it continues to erode the will of ink painting.


    Ink painting just happened to follow the convention, and then used these evil thoughts to temper one''s heart of Tao.


    In the midst of the turbulent flow of evil desires, keep your original heart.


    Preserve human nature in the hidden evil pollution.


    The body and mind are one, as clear as a mirror.


    This kind of persistence in the heart of Taoism is extremely challenging, but fortunately, I have become accustomed to ink paintings, and even a little used to them.


    Wan Xie passed by his heart, leaving no traces.


    In this way, he burned evil spirits while sucking divine thoughts and tempering his mind.


    His heart of Tao is a little bit firmer.


    His spiritual consciousness is also growing stronger.


    The second-grade river **** has extremely powerful divine thoughts. Although it has fallen and is mostly evil, the pure divine thoughts left after refining and purifying are still very considerable.


    In this way, after a long time, the evil thoughts of the Blood River were gradually burned to pieces, and wisps of divine smoke were also swallowed up one by one.


    All kinds of evil desires surged in my heart, and were suppressed by Mo Hua with a firm heart of Tao.


    A whole second-grade fish-headed river **** was "eated" by ink painting.


    I ate ink painting a little too much.


    With the nourishment of a whole river god, his spiritual consciousness took another big step forward.


    The realm of the seventeen-patterned spiritual consciousness was previously separated by the heavenly chasm, as far away as the sky, but now it seems to be near you.


    But despite having eaten so much, there is still a barrier between the sixteenth and seventeenth lines, and I can''t get past it.


    Mo Hua sighed, feeling helpless.


    The spiritual consciousness seems to be separated from the sixteenth pattern to the seventeenth pattern, from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building, but this pattern is really like a cliff.


    If you do not rely on improving your realm and driving the growth of your spiritual consciousness, you simply rely on yourself to find a way.


    To hone your spiritual consciousness bit by bit, to swallow one evil spirit after another, and to enhance your spiritual consciousness bit by bit like water droplets through stones, to break the bottleneck, it is really difficult to ascend to the sky.


    Fortunately, now, it''s only a little bit away.


    But Mohua thought about it again and again, it might seem like a "point", but no one knows how many thresholds are hidden in this point.


    "Take it slow, it should be soon..."


    Mo Hua sighed, suppressed her anxious mood, and gradually calmed down.


    Now that he is full and still a little full, he thinks to first eliminate food, consolidate it, and then withdraw from the sea of ??consciousness.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, Mohua concentrates on her mind, closes her eyes and meditates, and visualizes her body.


    It is not only digesting the spiritual thoughts, but also completely consolidating the mind of Tao.


    Time passed by bit by bit. I don’t know how long it took. When Mo Hua closed her eyes and knew nothing, a large shadow suddenly appeared behind him.


    This shadow is covered in blood red in the darkness, with a terrifying aura, but silent.


    Ink painting meditates and meditates without any warning.


    The shadow spreads from the small figure in the ink painting, gradually becomes larger, manifesting into a huge shadow of evil spirits.


    The shadow was like a swamp of sin, and black water filled it, and a huge, ugly sheep-horned monster slowly emerged from it.


    The monster slowly opened its **** mouth and swallowed it silently towards the ink painting in front.


    The ferocious and huge mouth completely covered the small ink painting.


    Just as it was about to swallow Mo Hua, a figure flashed in front of me, and Mo Hua''s figure disappeared.


    The monster was stunned for a moment, and his two ugly big eyes focused upwards and saw a child standing above his head.


    The child lay on top of his head, hanging his head upside down, staring at its big eyes, and complained:


    "Why did you come out? I''ve been waiting for you for a long time."


    The monster''s pupils changed drastically, and he swung his head violently, trying to get rid of Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua held the monster''s horns in one hand, like sticky skin candy, sticking to its head.


    At the same time, Mo Hua held the right hand out of thin air.


    The endless golden sharpness gathered in his hands, condensed into an ancient but terrifying sword of light golden divine thoughts.


    The monster''s pupils were almost protruding and he struggled even harder.


    But with its huge body, it cannot get rid of ink painting at all.


    The ink paintings are not long-winded, they are neat and neat. With a small hand, the light golden light condenses into a golden line and pierces directly into the monster''s eyebrows.


    Above the small golden sword, several golden lights burst into pieces, directly piercing through the monster''s head.


    The magical mind turns into a sword, extremely sharp.


    The monster struggled, roared in pain, and his claws stormed towards Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua jumped around on top of his head, his body was light and natural like water. He avoided all these killer moves one by one, and then he used another sword to stab it into its head.


    The sharp golden light came down, and the sword light burst into pieces, invincible, strangling the flesh and blood turned into evil thoughts in the monster.


    The monster roared in fear, his injuries worsened, and his movements became slower and slower.


    Take advantage of its illness and kill it!


    Mo Hua stabbed several swords in a row, and the sword energy turned into by the divine thoughts overflowed, cutting across, cutting a large monster of evil thoughts into pieces, and finally turning into a pool of black water, sank on the ground, and losing its breath.


    Inside the sea of ??consciousness, calm down temporarily.


    The ink painting fell lightly on the ground, pointing at the black water on the ground with a golden sword, "Come out, I know you are not dead."


    The black water trembled, and then a black shadow slowly emerged from it.


    The entire black shadow condensed from filthy black water, transforming into a pitch-black water demon. It looks a bit similar to the river god, and it is also a fish-headed and human body.


    But there are horns on the head, above the fish''s head, protruding mouths and fangs, rolling like a...the mouth of a sheep?


    Mo Hua frowned, and then suddenly realized.


    This seems to be the skeleton of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness.


    But this divine skeleton is a little different, it seems to be parasitized on the river **** and gradually assimilated with the river god, so it is closer to... an evil god?


    The Hei Shui River God looked at the ink painting coldly, his eyes alert.


    Its voice, like the river god, carries a little strange sound of a water monster, but it is thicker and more gloomy.


    "Little kid, when did you find me?"


    Mo Hua hummed softly in her heart.


    I came for you this trip to the fishing village.


    And when deducing the cause and effect, I saw you hiding in the dark and plotted against me, the sword cultivator of Taixu Sect, and I didn’t know what you are like.


    Of course, ink paintings will not tell such a big truth.


    Mo Hua just said, "You hide so well, I just discovered it."


    The Hei Shui River God looked ugly.


    It dares to be sure that this little devil must be lying.


    The key is that this little devil lies without a slight hesitation, and he really came out without hesitation.


    But the situation is not good now. After seeing the power of the magical mind turning into a sword, he knew it was invincible. The Black Water River God said:


    "I''m reckless, fellow Taoist, can you stop each of you?"


    Mo Hua snorted coldly and didn''t say anything.


    Hei Shui River Shinto said: "What do you want?"


    Mo Hua looked unhappy, "You sneaked into my sea of ??consciousness, cringed and wanted to plot against me, and asked me what I wanted?"


    "Don''t you think it''s rude to do this?"


    Hei Shui River God thinks ink painting is very childish.


    But it had seen Mo Hua pressing the head of the River God and cutting the head with one sword. He knew that this little devil was cruel and ruthless and could never be truly childish.


    When you think he is childish, it is actually you who are childish.


    The Black Water River God frowned his hideous eyebrows and asked, "How do you want me to show sincerity?"


    "I''m young and not greedy," Mo Hua said with a smile, "Just share with me some good things."


    The Black Water River God''s eyes were slightly deeper and he was a little puzzled, "What?"


    “Of course…”


    Mo Hua smiled slightly, and a sharp sword light appeared in his eyes.


    “Your marrow!”


    As soon as the word "Divine Marrow" came out, the Black Water River God''s expression changed drastically.


    It was 100% sure at this time. This little devil really knew everything!


    The origin of the divine level.


    The divine essence of the Great Way.


    This is the core taboo of gods.


    But this little devil actually blurted out and wanted to seek the essence of the divine!


    There must be a traitor among the gods who told all the secrets of this little disaster in front of him!


    Hei Shuihe Shen was frightened and suddenly found that something was wrong around him. He looked closely and saw that at some point the formation patterns appeared on the ground and formed a formation.


    Its divine body has been locked by the divine formation.


    not good!


    The evil thoughts of the Black Water River gods surged and immediately broke free from the dirt mint formation.


    But in this moment, Mo Hua had already flashed and approached its body. The golden sword made of divine thoughts in his hand danced out sword lights.


    The sword light was sharp and directly "dismembered" the Black Water River God.


    After the Black Water River God was "disassociated", it turned into a pool of black water.


    But Mo Hua frowned.


    Although this evil thought was turned into a sword by the divine thought, it was shattered into pieces and was obviously weaker, it still did not die.


    Sure enough, a moment later, the Black Water River God appeared again.


    Mo Hua said in confusion: "Why won''t you die?"


    The Hei Shui River God''s face changed and he felt a strong sense of fear.


    He didn''t expect that the magical sword would be so powerful.


    Especially this sword move, in the hands of this little ghost with extremely strong and profound divine consciousness, it makes up for the disadvantages of his balanced divine consciousness, but the killing is not extreme enough, which becomes even more terrifying.


    This little ghost has too strong divine consciousness and has shown signs of "Taoization", which is even comparable to the "god".


    The sword cultivator hundreds of years ago, although he had strong killing, his divine consciousness was weak, so it was easy to deal with it.


    And this little devil has strong spiritual consciousness.


    Not to mention, can you sneak attack him from the shadows?


    Even if you attack, you may not be able to seriously damage him.


    And as long as he backhanded and sacrificed the magical sword, even if he was the incarnation of the evil god, he would not be his opponent.


    Unless in the higher-level realm, with a higher-level divine bone, hatch a more powerful incarnation of the evil god, relying on the advantages of the divine grade and the divine level, and forcibly erase it with thunder means.


    Otherwise, just relying on the incarnation of the second-grade evil god, he would not do anything to...


    As soon as he thought about this, the Black Water River God himself was stunned for a moment.


    "Just relying on" the incarnation of the second-grade evil god...


    When did the incarnation of the dignified evil **** intend to erase the divine thoughts of a human monk? He had to be so unconfidence and so cautious, and he should use the word "just relying on"?


    The Black Water River God was both angry and shocked.


    At present, this boy has lived for only ten years and his spiritual consciousness is so strong.


    If he is allowed to live for dozens or even hundreds of years, and his spiritual thoughts are further transformed, what is that?


    A trace of evil spirit flashed in the hideous eyes of the Black Water River God.


    "What do you want to ask you," Mo Hua said, "Why don''t you die?"


    The Hei Shui River God''s eyes were too long and he sneered, but he did not answer.


    Can''t answer his words...


    This son knows a lot about the affairs of the gods, and his mind is cunning.


    You can no longer reveal the wind, so that this little devil can hear the secret of the Shinto.


    "Don''t speak..."


    Ink painting frowned.


    He looked at the Black Water River God for a while, and the bright light of inspiration was hidden in his eyes.


    Don’t speak...do you think you can’t guess it?


    This Black Water River God should be the true incarnation of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness. He only has the second level of realm, which may be different from the divine bone.


    Ink painting guessed that the evil **** incarnated from the "sacred bone".


    This is what happened in the small fishing village.


    A certain "sacred bone" of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness pollutes and parasitizes the original body of the river **** in the fishing village through evil means, and uses the body of the river **** as a breeding ground to incubate the "incarnation of the evil god".


    Then the incarnation of this evil **** itself contains the original will of the evil god.


    The evil gods and evil thoughts of the Great Wilderness are overwhelming, and their own strength must be very terrifying.


    Its original will is naturally difficult to erase.


    Although I can use my divine thoughts to transform the sword and cut it into pieces, I cannot completely kill it.


    This is also the reason why this Black Water River God is not his opponent, but he is fearless.


    You can kill it, but you cannot destroy it.


    As long as it cannot be destroyed, it will be rooted in its own sea of ??consciousness and continue to pollute and spread.


    Only a thousand days to be a thief, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days to be a thief.


    No matter how firm your Taoist heart is, you will be contaminated by evil thoughts so endlessly. Sooner or later, your Taoist heart will be lost, enslaved by evil gods, and become a puppet of evil desires.


    This should be the plan for the incarnation of this evil god.


    It does not need to surpass itself, it only needs to have the opportunity to enter its own sea of ??consciousness. Relying on the indelible will of the evil god, sooner or later, it will "assimilate" itself.


    This is a "open conspiracy".


    It is also a seemingly ordinary but the most terrifying method that the evil **** is almost "unsolvable".


    And if you cannot kill the will of the evil god, there are two possibilities...


    One is an evil **** who has reached the level of the Lord of the Great Wilderness. His divine thoughts are immortal and cannot be erased by himself.


    Another possibility is that your spiritual consciousness is not qualitative enough, and the "divine level" is relatively low, so it cannot be erased, and the evil **** will at a higher level.


    Or...


    His divine consciousness is still very shallow in his practice of turning into swords. His killing is not strong enough, so he cannot truly destroy the evil god.


    Mo Hua thinks this is also very likely.


    After all, this "sword-turning style" of the divine minded sword was learned by oneself and "stealing" halfway through. It is not an orthodox tradition, and it is just an introductory sword-turning style of the divine minded sword. The moves are very superficial, and it is understandable that it cannot "kill" the incarnation of the evil god.


    "The sword style of the divine mind transforms into a sword..."


    Mo Hua''s eyes flashed, and he still vaguely remembered that when he deduced the cause and effect of the sword, he heard some sword tricks from the mouth of the sword cultivator at that time:


    "Shocking God Style, Breaking God Style, Killing God Style, Destroying God Style..."


    Could these be...


    Among the true secrets of Taixu''s divine thoughts to transform into swords, is there a more advanced swordsmanship method?


    Ink painting''s heart trembled and her eyes showed longing.


    It’s just a pity that for various reasons, the inheritance of the divine minded sword seems to be broken within the sect. These more advanced divine minded sword styles are from nowhere to learn...


    "I don''t know if I have learned more powerful divine sword moves like the ''God-killing Style'' and ''God-killing Style''. Can I kill the incarnation of the evil **** without relying on external objects and relying solely on my own power..."


    Mo Hua looked at the Hei Shui River God with a gaze and his eyes were slightly bright, and he was silently calculating in his heart.


    The Hei Shui River God was stared at by the ink painting. For some reason, he suddenly felt chill all over.


    "You don''t want to forget it," Mo Hua looked at the Hei Shui River God again and said boredly, "I still have to hurry up, so I can only kill you first..."


    The Hei Shui River God was stunned and then couldn''t help but laugh.


    Ignorance child, speaks wildly!


    "Kill me?"


    "With your unique move, the magical sword, you can only defeat me, but you can''t kill me."


    "What else can you do to me?"


    I am the incarnation of the evil **** and uphold the will of the Lord of the Great Wilderness.


    The Black Water River God could not imagine that a mere teenage foundation-building monk could have what other means to completely erase himself.


    "What''s more, you don''t know how terrifying my deity is..."


    "I know..." Mo Hua curled his lips, "The evil **** of the Great Wilderness..."


    The Black Water River God was stunned and his eyes suddenly opened:


    "You... know?"


    How did you know?


    How could you, a human monk in your teens, know, and how could you know, the master of the Great Wilderness who hides in the dark and uses a vast evil thought to cover up the secrets of heaven?


    But Mo Hua didn''t want to talk to him anymore.


    He was hungry again.


    The evil thoughts of the river **** made him full.


    But now, he wants to eat better.


    In Mo Hua holds golden light in his hand and his eyes show a fierce light.


    The Hei Shui River God''s heart was trembling. At this time, he realized that the situation seemed to be a little bad.


    Being able to clear away the fog of heaven, see through the cause and effect of evil, and know the name of the Lord of the Great Wilderness means that although this little monk has a low cultivation level, he has already stood on the chessboard and has the qualification to play chess, rather than simply being a chess piece that is tumultuous and being tricked by others...


    No matter how strong the chess piece is, it is just a chess piece.


    No matter how weak the chess player is, he is still a chess player.


    People who are qualified to intervene in this chess game should not be underestimated even if they look inconspicuous!


    The Black Water River God thought of this and his eyes were frightened, and instantly turned into a shadow, trying to escape into the Black Water.


    But when I was halfway through, I suddenly realized that I could not move.


    Several light golden array patterns flowed with the ancient and noble aura of divine deity, imprinted on it and blocked it.


    "Shendao Formation?!"


    Hei Shui River God looked shocked, looked at Mo Hua, and took a breath: "How could you be able to do the Shinto formation?!"


    Mo Hua smiled and said, "I learned it from your temple."


    The face of the Black Water God is distorted.


    These several divine array patterns are still very shallow, purely because the ink painting that manifests the array patterns is powerful enough to temporarily limit the Black Water River God.


    Mo Hua held the horn of the Black Water River God and dragged it to the middle of the sea of ??consciousness.


    The uneasiness in the Black Water River God''s heart is getting stronger and stronger.


    It began to tempt: "Little Taoist, your spiritual sense is so strong that I only see in my life. Being a ''person'' is really a talent. It is better to step on the highest ''god'' path with me..."


    "It doesn''t matter if you don''t want to give up your body."


    "Being a **** is always boring. You keep your body, indulge in your voice and color, and have the fun of enjoying thousands of things..."


    "What do you want? Practice, Taoism, reputation, power, beauty..."


    “I can give it to you!”


    Ink painting is indifferent.


    Seeing that the Black Water River God could not tempt, he looked harsh and threatened:


    "The Lord of the Great Wilderness, countless gods, three thousand mountains, and thousands of demons, if you do not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick and the plan of your deity will be destroyed, and you will be in purgatory forever and will never be redeemed..."


    "Are you finished?" Mo Hua said.


    Hei Shui River God''s eyelids twitched.


    Mo Hua said quietly, "I''ll show you something good..."


    Before he finished speaking, the ancient and mysterious Taoist monument appeared in the center of the sea of ??consciousness, and the aura of the Tao was rising and falling.


    The Black Water River God widened his eyes, "This is..."


    Ink painting took action directly, and his little hands were like iron pliers, pressing the head of the Black Water River God on the Taoist monument.


    The Black Water River God caught off guard and saw the taboo, dead red.


    Thunder!


    At that moment, the law was added to the body, and life and death were determined and irreversible.


    In the eyes of the Black Water River God, before the shock disappeared, he was directly wiped out by the thunder of the catastrophe, and together with the evil god''s will of the Lord of the Great Wilderness, they were silent together.


    The black water burns the dry, and the evil spirit is destroyed.


    The evil **** of black water was "destroyed", and the gods destroyed the Tao, leaving only a large amount of light golden divine essence.


    And there are a few traces of these light gold marrows, which are extremely pure, close to the color of pure gold. The laws of the Tao are restrained and flowing with dazzling light.


    This ray of light illuminated the eyes of Mo Hua.


    The eyes of the ink painting shone brightly and looked very happy.


    Pure gold magic!


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