Chapter 711 God’s Battle


    A few days later, the secret room in the forbidden area.


    Mr. Tu, who had lost his gentle and elegant human skin and revealed his true appearance, knelt in front of the statue of the Sheep Horn God in panic, with a thin face turned dead white.


    His skin was blooming, his limbs were twisted, and he was stumbled to the ground.


    The spiritual consciousness also sinks into the boundless purgatory of the Great Wasteland, experiencing tortures such as to pulling tongue, cutting fingers, piercing breasts, steamers, etc.


    In pain, it is on the verge of despair.


    This is God''s punishment.


    He is the Lord of the Great Wilderness, who came because of his unfavorable affairs.


    The altar was occupied, the divine power was stolen, and the demon army suffered heavy losses.


    The wrath of the Lord of God is different from the past.


    While Mr. Tu was suffering from purgatory, his mind was still echoing with the roar of the Lord of God, and his heart was trembling.


    After a long torture, the torture was terminated.


    Mr. Tu''s spiritual consciousness was saved from the purgatory of the Great Wilderness and no longer endured the pain of despair.


    His blood was flowing back, and his flesh was gradually recovering.


    But the pain of divine punishment is like a red soldering iron, deeply imprinted in Mr. Tu''s sea of ??consciousness, and he will never forget it in this life.


    Mr. Tu struggled, kneeled on the ground, as if he was so angry that he said piously:


    "Thunder, rain and dew are all great kindnesses of the Lord of God..."


    "Thank you God to punish..."


    In the secret room, the repressive evil thoughts of violence were slightly calmed down.


    Mr. Tu took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice:


    "The gods are as majestic as heaven, and human lives are as humble as ants..."


    "People... cannot spy on gods, cannot covet the throne of gods, and they cannot steal the power of gods..."


    “Yes…no one can…”


    Mr. Tu said to himself in panic.


    He could not think of anyone, and could not think of any way to rely on the body of a mortal to steal the throne of God and exercise the authority of the Lord of God.


    No one, no way!


    Even the four words "stealing the power of the divine" are inherently disrespectful to the Lord of God. Not to mention doing it really, just thinking about it, it is just taking a big fuss and "blasphemy"!


    But the authority of the Lord of God is indeed stolen.


    The majesty of the Lord of God was indeed offended.


    The servants of the Lord of God also suffered heavy casualties.


    Therefore, Mr. Tu made a bold guess.


    He knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, but said in fear:


    "''People'' can never do such a crazy thing!"


    "All this is not a secret instructor or a ill-gotten plot."


    "But it is a god, no, it is very likely, it is an ''evil god''!"


    "This evil **** is an enemy of the Lord of God, secretly coveting the Lord of God''s throne, blaspheming the Lord of God''s altar, and occupying the Lord of God''s authority!"


    “Only gods can fight against gods!”


    "This "evil god" is the real mastermind!"


    The evil thoughts in the room suddenly surged.


    An angry and violent will filled the surroundings.


    Mr. Tu was prostrated, not daring to say a word or move at all, only his fingers trembled slightly.


    After a moment, the tyranny dissipated and the atmosphere calmed down.


    The Lord of God did not blame Mr. Tu.


    It seems that He also recognized Mr. Tu’s guess.


    Since the mastermind behind the scenes is the evil god, all this is the strategy of another "evil god".


    Mr. Tu is a mere mortal, no matter how high his cultivation and deep his confidence are, he cannot be an opponent of the "evil god".


    Even more impossible, expecting the various evil methods of another "evil god".


    Mr. Tu was trembling when he suddenly felt a powerful evil thought poured into his sea of ??consciousness.


    Although his spiritual consciousness is more bloody, more evil, and more chaotic, it is stronger.


    And there seem to be some more profound memories of formations.


    This is the inheritance of formations that was stripped out from the minds of some formation masters!


    Mr. Tu''s eyes trembled.


    This is the blessing of the Lord of God!


    The Lord of God has slept and has not yet recovered, so many things still have to be done by themselves.


    Especially now, what we are facing may be another "evil god", which is unpredictable.


    Therefore, we reduced our great power and gave our inheritance to ensure that there was no accident.


    The Lord of God’s plan cannot be missed!


    Mr. Tu burst into tears of gratitude, bowed down, and then slowly raised his head and said with a deep look:


    "Taixu Sect is a supporter of the evil god."


    "The Gu family, Gu Changhuai, are the minions of the evil god."


    "This will surely be a ''divine war'' cast from the flesh and blood of mortals!"


    "The authority of the Lord of God will begin from the Great Wilderness and descend to Qianzhou!"


    …


    At this moment, the ink painting, which Mr. Tu regarded as the "evil god", was basking in the sun lazily on the grass.


    Yuer finished her homework and rolled happily beside him.


    The demon in the Great Wilderness was eaten by Mo Hua.


    Yu''er''s nightmare pressure was much less. She slept well every night and her personality became more and more cheerful.


    Mo Hua played with Yu''er while flipping through Taixu Order.


    He wanted to find a few second-grade seventeen-line formations in Taixu Order to learn.


    It is best to be the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams formation that he is most familiar with. This way it is easier to start, and it is also convenient to learn other second-grade high-level formations step by step from shallow to deep.


    Mo Hua lay on the soft grass, picked for a while, couldn''t help but shake her head and sigh.


    “It’s too expensive…”


    Generally, the second-grade seventeen-patterned formation requires four or five hundred merit points.


    The current merits of ink painting are two thousand points, which is already a lot for the early stage disciples who have just started.


    He actually saved more.


    Draw formations, make rewards, and occasionally do some errands from Dao Tingsi, making some merits from Uncle Gu.


    He has much more ways to earn merit than ordinary disciples.


    But when he learned the formation, he consumed a lot, so he spent a lot of money.


    These two thousand merits look a lot, but in total, they can only be replaced with four or five seventeen-patterned formations. There are not many more, and there are not many less.


    And it can be changed, but after the replacement, there will be few merits.


    Ink painting is from a poor family. In Taixu, if you don’t keep more than a thousand merits, you always feel uneasy.


    “Meritorious…”


    Mo Hua suddenly remembered that he had made another contribution to Daotingsi.


    It was the merit that Uncle Gu had helped capture the Fire Buddha before, and he agreed to win for himself.


    This merit is still in the process of cumbersome in Daoting.


    It''s really too slow...


    Ink painting sighs.


    He had enough merits before, but he was not in a hurry yet, but now he can learn the Seventeen-patterned Formation, and his merits are consumed even more.


    Now that I am a little bit short of my strength, I urgently need this merit to solve my urgent need.


    Ink painting is going to urge you.


    During the day, Uncle Gu was busy with the affairs of the Daoting Department and was relatively busy and inconvenient to disturb him.


    After class in the evening, Mo Hua passed on a letter to him:


    "Uncle Gu, where is my merits? Haven''t you arrived yet?"


    Gu Changhuai waited for an incense stick and didn''t know what he was busy with. It seemed that he had finally gotten free, so he had a reply:


    “What kind of merit?”


    Mo Hua''s face turned black, "The merits of Fire Buddha!"


    "oh."


    Gu Changhuai only then remembered.


    "It should be soon. I''ll go urging you tomorrow. I guess you will be able to approve it in two days and transfer to Taixu Sect."


    Mo Hua was happy and immediately changed his face and said, "Thank you, Uncle Gu."


    "Um."


    Gu Changhuai said lightly.


    "By the way," Mo Hua thought for a while, and asked again, "How is that Mr. Jin?"


    Gu Changhuai was silent for a while.


    Mo Hua said: "Just tell me a little bit..."


    Some things must be kept confidential by Daotingsi and cannot be disclosed to the public, Mo Hua is also clear about them.


    Gu Changhuai sighed, "It''s okay to tell you something..."


    Ink painting is also a top priority if you can catch Mr. Jin and his group of people.


    Gu Changhuai said: "Xie Liu is temporarily imprisoned in Dao Prison. His crime is to attack the Dao Ting Si Diansi. Other crimes cannot be implemented..."


    "The other disciples of Duan Kinmen are also incarcerated. Duan Kinmen wants to catch people, but they are still operating in secret, but the result is unknown."


    "As for that young master Jin, Daotingsi issued an approval document and had been let go..."


    "Let go?!" Mo Hua was stunned.


    Gu Changhuai sighed, "That young master Jin, named Jin Yicai, is the direct line among the Duanjin Gate''s direct line. As he said, his ancestor was once the head of Duanjin Gate. Now his grandfather is the great elder of Duanjin Gate, his father is the deputy head of Duanjin Gate, and his mother is the true elder of Duanjin Gate..."


    "His father''s lineage has been in the upper class of Duanjin Gate for generations; his mother''s lineage is related to the seven Pavilions of the Central Daoting, and is also quite prominent in Daozhou."


    "Jin Yicai is the child of the marriage between two big families..."


    Gu Changhuai sarcastically said, "But the two big families are married and gave birth to this beast Jin Yicai. He has been arrogant since childhood and is arrogant, and now he is even more lawless..."


    Mo Hua frowned, "Then this... Jin Yicai has violated the law of Tao. He sells monks and refining human pills. At this point, does Dao Tingsi not care about it?"


    "The problem lies here..."


    Gu Changhuai sighed, "He dumped the blame. He didn''t know what he said about selling monks. He had nothing to do with him."


    "His father used the Kinmen connections to plead with Dao Tingsi." "His mother used the relationship between her mother and secretly put pressure on the Qianxuezhou community through the Central Daozhou."


    "She also went to Daotingsi in person and said that Jin Yicai was ignorant and still a child. What can he know? If he did something bad, either someone would frame him or someone would secretly instigate him...''


    He also said, ''This child has grown up since childhood, has good character, has hard practice, and is filial to his parents and respectful to his elders. His grandfather and even some ancestors in Daozhou also love him very much...''"


    Gu Changhuai looked sarcastic and eventually turned into helplessness.


    "The Duanjin Gate is one of the twelve levels of Qianxue. To a certain extent, it also symbolizes the appearance of the Qianxuezhou community. Such a big scandal cannot be exposed."


    "The Daoting Department is subject to constraints from all parties and has many concerns. This case is difficult to handle."


    Ink painting has a complicated expression.


    This Jin Yicai, whether it is true love or false, may be a "child" with "good character, filial piety and respect for elders" in front of his parents and elders.


    But in the eyes of other monks, he is a complete beast.


    Such a big thing can be suppressed.


    Everyone who has entered Daotingsi can get it out.


    Ink paintings can’t tell whether it’s the evil **** or the “human heart”.


    "Be careful, Jin Yicai will take revenge and has met you. He may not seek revenge on his humiliation this time."


    Gu Changhuai finished speaking, feeling apologized.


    If Jin Yicai can be run by Daoting, ink paintings don’t have to face these risks.


    Unfortunately, he is just a sect, not a sect.


    If he had enough authority in the chief officer, he would have to kill Jin Yicai, then kill him!


    "Yeah, Uncle Gu, don''t worry." Mo Hua said.


    Jin Yicai is not afraid.


    After I learned the Seventeen-patterned Formation, I was even less afraid of him.


    Just be careful to break the leg of the Kinmen.


    But this is easy to do.


    In the future, I either stay in the sect or only go to the second-grade state realm to play. Be careful, if I do not have any way to do anything to the Broken Gin Sect.


    On the contrary, Uncle Gu will probably be hated by Jin Yicai, even the Jin family and most of the Duan Jinmen, and maybe there are other evil gods who are concerned about it.


    "Uncle Gu, be careful too." Mo Hua reminded.


    "Yes." Gu Changhuai said lightly.


    Mo Hua didn''t know, did he know the seriousness of the matter?


    But no matter what, Uncle Gu is still a golden elixir, and he is still a Taoist sect. It is not his turn to care about him, a small foundation-building disciple.


    After chatting with Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua focused on learning the formation.


    From the Taixu Order, he specially selected a second-grade seventeen-patterned "Kejin Formation" to learn.


    This is a formation that suppresses the five elements of energy.


    As the name suggests, the Golden Formation is to suppress the flow of gold-type spiritual power and weaken the power of gold-type spells or swordsmanship.


    "First, learn this gold-killing formation to be used for later..."


    "If I dare to mess with the Broken Kinmen in the future, I will learn more, and even specialize in a whole set of formations that restrain the Jin-based swordsmanship!"


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    After the middle of the year, the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting sank into the sea of ??consciousness and practiced this "Golden Formation" over and over again on the Taoist stele.


    This is also the first and second-grade high-level formation learned from ink painting.


    It is difficult to defeat the gold formation, and I haven’t learned ink painting for a whole night.


    After the class the next day, he was about to continue practicing, when a disciple suddenly came to him, "Mo Hua, I just passed by Gongxun Pavilion, and the elder Gongxun asked you to find him."


    “Meritorious Elder?”


    Mo Hua was stunned, and then his eyes lit up.


    Could it be that the achievements of Fire Buddha have been made!


    "Thank you!" Mo Hua thanked the disciple and immediately ran to the Merit Pavilion happily.


    The elders of the Meritorious Pavilion are waiting for ink paintings.


    Seeing Mo Hua enter the door, the Meritor Elder glanced at him suspiciously, "What formation did you draw for Daotingsi?"


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and understood.


    Uncle Gu is still very careful in his work. In order to be afraid of causing trouble for himself, he still used the "excusation" of drawing the formation before.


    "Many, many formations." Mo Hua said.


    The Meritor Elder snorted, "No matter how many formations are, you can''t make so many merits."


    "How many?"


    Mo Hua looked excited.


    The meritorious elder glanced at Mo Hua and sighed, "Eight thousand."


    Eight thousand? !


    Mo Hua widened her eyes.


    There are so many!


    Fire Buddha is really valuable!


    Mo Hua smiled and laughed on her fair little face.


    The Meritor Elder explained: "This reward is not issued normally, but is specially allocated by the Daotingsi, so it must be confirmed by the sect first and then transferred to you."


    "Uh-huh!"


    Ink painting nodded repeatedly.


    However, he doesn''t care about these specific procedures, as long as he can get the merits.


    The elder of the Meritorious Heroes hesitated, but did not say much, but did things according to the rules, asked the Mohua to sign and approve the merits, and transferred the merits to his Taixu Order.


    After signing the words, drawing the words, receiving the meritorious deeds, saying goodbye to the meritorious elder, he left with joy with joy.


    The Meritor Elder looked at Mo Hua''s back, but was a little silent.


    Eight thousand meritorious contributions...


    For some inner disciples, they are all a "huge sum of money". Not to mention disciples like ink painting, who have just started their studies for less than two years.


    The merits of the sect are not that easy to make.


    Logically speaking, no matter what origins of this merit, it has passed through the Daoting Si Ming Road, at least it is "clean" on the surface.


    There is no need for him to find out the root of the matter and spy on his disciples'' privacy.


    But the elders of meritorious were still full of doubts.


    What did this child Mo Hua do to earn these eight thousand merits?


    What did he do and what kind of reward did he accomplish in the early stage of foundation building to earn eight thousand merits at one time? !


    This is too unreasonable.


    It is the first time he has been a meritorious elder for hundreds of years.


    The meritorious elder flipped through the documents from Daotingsi.


    The words inside are vague. I will just say that the disciple of Taixu Sect, Mo Hua, is proficient in formations and assists the Daotingsi in handling cases. He will be rewarded with 8,000 meritorious contributions to encouragement.


    It can''t be that simple...


    The meritorious elder frowned and pondered.


    He thought about everything about ink painting again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and suddenly realized.


    Ink painting, Daotingsi, formation…


    Mr. Xun!


    The meritorious elder has figured it out.


    It must be Mr. Xun. He went through the back door and used his connections to allocate these eight thousand merits for the ink painting from Daotingsi, so that the child could use it to learn the formation!


    Mr. Xun is a figure at the level of his ancestors, although on the surface, he is just a meticulous "old teacher".


    But he has a long lifespan and a respectable status. He has a wide connection in the entire Ganxuezhou community.


    Only Mr. Xun has such great ability to go through the Daotingsi and make merits to Taixu Sect.


    But no matter how virtuous and respectful you are, you cannot do such a thing!


    The meritorious elder was a little angry.


    Eight thousand merits, not decimals.


    No matter how much I love Mo Hua, I cannot "poison" this way, and sow the seedlings to grow.


    He is just a disciple of Taixu Sect, and he is not your great-grandson!


    Great-grandson is not good either!


    The sect has its own rules. In other places, it is not harmful to make exceptions occasionally. But how can a meritorious person be a joke, which is related to the upper and lower systems of the sect?


    The elder of the meritorious ran to find Mr. Xun angrily.


    When he arrived at the elder''s residence, he knocked on Mr. Xun''s door directly. After the Taoist boy was introduced into the door, he sat aside and drank tea.


    Half an hour later, Mr. Xun, who had finished calculating, walked out of the inner room and was frowning and thinking hard. When he raised his eyes, he saw the unhappy elder.


    Mr. Xun was stunned, "Why are you here?"


    Ink painting?


    Eight thousand merits?


    Special approval from Daotings?


    Mr. Xun blinked and looked at it again before confirming that he was right, and his mood was ups and downs for a while.


    Dao Tingsi...How could he give 8,000 merits to that child in Mo Hua?


    What did Mo Hua do?


    Or, what is Daotingsi doing?


    The elder of the Meritor was surprised when he saw Mr. Xun''s expression and did not speak, his heart skipped a beat and immediately realized that he might be a little reckless.


    The elder of the Meritor could not sit still, so he slowly stood up and asked tentatively: "Uncle Master... This merit is not something you have to do with your relationship..."


    Mr. Xun glanced at him indifferently.


    The elder of Meritor immediately smiled and said, "It''s his disciple who is reckless. You shouldn''t doubt your old man. He is noble and selfless..." Mr. Xun said, "Next time he doesn''t use his brains, he will go to the back mountain to sweep the floor for your master''s sword tomb. The elder of Meritor Pavilion will be replaced by your junior sister." The elder of Meritor Pavilion was so scared that he was sweating coldly, and immediately said, "Uncle Master, please spare me, I... Meritor Pavilion is very busy, I won''t disturb your practice..." After saying that, he immediately stood up, bowed in a hurry, and slipped away with oil.


    Mr. Xun shook his head, then his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the letter in his hand, muttering in his heart.


    The child Mo Hua seems to be a little different from what he thinks...


    (End of this chapter)