Chapter 900 Dreams


    The magic fruit is really a good thing!


    Ink painting thought about it in my mind.


    From the information obtained from Sister Xia, we can see that there is a divine bone hidden in the dozen or so Golden Pill Demon Cultivators of the Demon Sect.


    The living body of the divine bone is the "blessing" of the evil **** to the demonic cultivator of the golden elixir.


    At the same time, they are also treating these golden elixir demon cultivators as "puppets".


    For ink painting, these golden elixir magic cultivators are also "storage bags" that store their divine essence.


    As long as you kill these golden elixir demon cultivators, you will have a way to get the essence of the divine.


    but…


    Ink paintings were also a little confused for a while. Is it easier to kill the Golden Pill Demon Cultivator? Is it easier to earn the divine marrow... or is it easier to cut off the evil fetus?


    Whether it is killing the golden elixir or killing the evil fetus, it seems that it is not easy.


    In comparison, killing evil fetus may be more "pragmatic" - at least he has now been practical and step by step on the road of "cutting evil fetus".


    And killing the Golden Pill Demon Cultivator... is not only dangerous, but also has many variables.


    Uncle Gu''s life in the Jindan realm was almost lost, let alone a small foundation building.


    In the third-grade state boundary, there is no room for him to intervene in the killing situation between the golden elixirs.


    It is almost a delusion to want to refine the divine marrow by killing the golden elixir.


    Mo Hua frowned.


    But it is hard to leave this matter alone.


    Because there is Uncle Gu.


    Uncle Gu has been "stumbling" with him for too long. He has interfered with many things. He has too many causes and effects on his body. Only then will he be targeted by the forces of the evil gods and will be able to have a demon cultivator in the Golden Pill realm. He would rather explode the Golden Pill than die with him...


    Although Uncle Gu himself said that he is the Taoist sect and his duty is to arrest evil cultivators.


    But if you really want to talk about it, there must be some of your own reasons.


    If it weren''t for himself, the "troublemaker", Uncle Gu wouldn''t have been involved so deeply in the evil god''s situation.


    Previously, it was okay to arrest the peak sin cultivation of the second-grade state.


    Now he is a Diansi in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, and he is going to fight openly and secretly with more than a dozen Golden Elixir Demon Cultivators in the third-grade state realm.


    There are blood coming from the wind and coming from the blood. Maybe one day if you don’t pay attention, your life will be gone.


    Mo Hua sighed.


    Although Uncle Gu is cold, he is a great man, and it is a pity to die.


    "Then is there any way to help Daotingsi hunt the Golden Pill Demon Cultivator, protect Uncle Gu''s safety, and earn some divine marrow?"


    Of course, the essence is second.


    I am mainly worried about Uncle Gu''s safety.


    Mo Hua nodded, but after thinking for a long time, she was still at a loss.


    Cultivation is a "barrier" like a iron wall among monks.


    Many things, if you don’t have enough cultivation, you can’t do it, and you can’t do it no matter how you do it.


    Not to mention, there is really a big gap compared to the Jindan in the middle stage of foundation building.


    Mo Hua shook her head.


    This matter can only be put on hold for the time being, and he can only silently wish Uncle Gu to turn bad luck into good fortune in the future...


    He really can''t help.


    …


    After that, I practiced ink painting for another two days, and then it was the seven-day period.


    He was going to the back mountain again and went to learn swordsmanship with the ancestor.


    But this time, when the ink painting burns incense and bathes, and after preparations, I sit honestly in my disciple Curie, waiting for the ancestor to "open the door" and take him over.


    The void in front of me was calm and there was no movement for a long time.


    "What''s going on?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.


    Have you forgotten the time?


    Impossible...


    "Or, what happened to him was the ancestor?"


    Ink painting is in a bit solemn mood.


    He waited for a while, but there was still no movement in front of him, just when Mo Hua thought that the ancestor would not catch him in the evening and learn swordsmanship.


    The void finally began to flash.


    A dark and profound space crack appeared, and a thin big hand stretched out, grabbing the collar of Mo Hua.


    As the scene changes, Mo Hua came to the sword tomb again.


    Mo Hua looked closely and saw that the back mountain was still the same as the back mountain, and the sword tomb was still the same as the sword tomb.


    The Dugu Ancestor who sat wither in the sword tomb seemed to be the same as usual, nothing unusual.


    “Practice your sword.”


    The voice of Dugu’s ancestor was as low and hoarse as ever, as clear as the dead rocks in the night.


    Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and asked, "Oncestor, what sword moves do I practice?"


    He has now learned the Sword of the God-Slaying Sword.


    "Start from the beginning, practice everything I teach you again."


    Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Practice again?"


    Dugu’s ancestor nodded, “It is a good thing to use formation instead of swords and find another way. But don’t forget the foundation of swordsmanship. To a certain extent, the true skill of the divine mind transforming swords is a sword skill after all. There is no harm in practicing swords more.”


    Ink painting thought it made sense, so he nodded.


    Although his "cheating"-style divine mind-turning sword is very consistent with the "Tao" he wants to follow, he must master the original sword technique even if he is not proficient in it.


    The world is clear and knowledgeable.


    The same is true for practicing Taoism. There are profound ways to form and sword techniques.


    It is best to work hard and not be afraid of trivialities. Starting from the basics, you can learn more.


    However, the ancestor''s attitude always made Mo Hua feel a little inconsistent.


    It seems that the ancestor... is worried about something?


    Ink painting is not easy to ask, so I can only continue practicing swordsmanship.


    In this way, he seemed to be back to the beginning, still down-to-earth, starting with the sword moves, and starting to practice sword step by step.


    And what I practice is also physical practice sword techniques.


    Of course, he can only practice moves. If his power is not strong, he just thinks that he is strong.


    After practicing for more than an hour, the time came and Mo Hua was about to leave.


    Dugu''s ancestor was silent for a moment, then suddenly nodded his forehead with his hand, borrowed a sword intent, and drew a circle on the ground.


    In this circle, the sword intent was unfathomable, and the ink painting and himself were wrapped in the circle.


    Dugu Zu then asked:


    “Ink painting…”


    He paused for a moment and asked slowly, his voice cold: "Last time you came over, what did I teach you?"


    Mo Hua was stunned, and then her pupils shrank slightly, and she thought:


    "Old ancestor, you taught me the method of killing my own soul, killing the ego, understanding the origin, transforming the sword path, and achieving the great way."


    After hearing this, Dugu’s ancestor remained silent for a while.


    Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed the four words "Taishang Zhanqing" and asked:


    "Old ancestor, is there anything wrong?"


    Dugu Zu did not answer, but looked solemn, even a little terrifyingly solemn, and said:


    "Ink painting, you must remember that from now on, you don''t have to believe everything I teach you. Think more about everything yourself and keep your true heart..."


    Mo Hua frowned, "Old Ancestor..."


    Without waiting for him to ask, the solemnity on Dugu’s ancestor’s face disappeared instantly, and his expression became calm again, as if all external things in the world were not attached to him.


    No sorrow or joy, no attachment or thought.


    Mo Hua silently stopped his words.


    Dugu Laozu stroked his finger and broke the "sword circle" he had just drawn, raised his indifferent eyes and looked at Mo Hua:


    "What have I taught you just now?"


    Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said, "Once you taught me the method of killing my soul."


    Dugu Zu nodded, "It''s very good, study hard."


    Ink Hua stopped saying anything, and bowed respectfully:


    "Then ancestor, I will say goodbye first."


    Dugu’s ancestor looked indifferently, looked at the ink painting, revealing a strange "appreciation", and then broke through the void and sent the ink painting away.


    In the sword tomb, Dugu Zu was still left alone.


    His figure became more lonely and even seemed a little hunched.


    The cold moonlight shines even more desolate.


    And his expression was also trapped in conflict, sometimes cold, sometimes confused, sometimes frowning, sometimes like white paper, without any emotion.


    Just as these emotions were intertwined, Dugu Zu said bitterly:


    "I shouldn''t have taught him... From the beginning, I shouldn''t have taught him anything..."


    "My junior brother is right, I... made a mistake again."


    "The divine thoughts turn into swords, you can''t learn..."


    "Those things can''t be touched at all. They were all sealed well, but I opened the door for them..."


    "I found a good seedling for them..."


    "If you don''t learn, you will not have anything, but once you learn... the stronger the sword, the stronger the demon, and you can''t kill it..."


    "It was my fault."


    "This sword technique should indeed be banned. It should be buried with me in this sword tomb, turning into dry bones and dust."


    "I…"


    When Dugu Zu said this, he coughed violently, his face twisted, and his facial features turned into nothingness, like a faceless person.


    But there were no facial features on his face and only human skin, but he showed a clear smile:


    “I taught very well!”


    "The seeds have been planted..."


    "He started to learn, I could feel that he had already started to kill..."


    "Chun it, kill it quickly, kill yourself, kill human nature, kill all love, cause and effect..."


    "Old Ancestor Dugu" laughed in a low voice, his voice strange, and he could not tell the difference between the male and female, just like a ghost and demon under the Nine Nethers, echoing among the sword tombs.


    …


    Disciples are in the middle.


    Mo Hua frowned.


    He felt that there must be something wrong with Dugu Laozu.


    But he couldn''t say what went wrong.


    His cultivation level is still separated from the Jindan by a mountain, let alone the cave above the feathers.


    The key is that he doesn''t know what he can do, and he will be more likely to add to the situation and make the situation worse if he rashly intervenes.


    Ink painting has been pondering for a long time, but still feels that it can only be watched quietly.


    He still has self-knowledge.


    If the ancestor himself cannot solve the matter of Dugu’s ancestor, he will definitely have no chance.


    I should follow the instructions of the ancestor and practice swords well. But if you practice swords...


    Mo Hua remembered the words that the ancestor told him just now:


    "From now on, you don''t have to believe in anything I teach you. Think more about everything yourself and keep your true heart..."


    Don’t believe it all, think about it yourself, keep your true heart...


    Mo Hua reflected on it and immediately realized that the ancestor was probably just reminding him in a vague way that he should practice some methods carefully.


    Especially that sect, I wonder if it was the "Taishang''s Love Path" passed down to him by the ancestor.


    "Fortunately I was cautious and took a good care of myself..."


    Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.


    And now that I think about it, my practice did not go against the words "No need to believe it all, think about it yourself, and keep the original heart."


    It should be fine...


    Ink painting thought about it for a while, but things on the level of the cave were like clouds and mists on the top of the mountain, and they could not see the truth and reality.


    Mo Hua sighed and had to give up first.


    After that, Mo Hua still practiced Taoism and swords as always, and practiced the "Slaying God Sword" and "Slaying Love Tao" together.


    On weekdays, he, the middle-stage junior brother in the foundation building stage, will also take the Taoist courses in the late-stage foundation building stage with the late-stage junior brothers in the Taixu Sect.


    When he has time, he goes to see Yuer.


    Since Yu''er was shocked at the Gu family last time and had a nightmare, she has not been in good spirits.


    In Yuer''s room.


    Mo Hua set up some shrine formations beside Yuer''s bed, and lit another one of them. The Anshen Xiang he asked for from Mr. Mei.


    The quiet fragrance permeates the room.


    "You are frightened and your soul is unstable. Don''t learn the formation these days. Take a rest. After a while, you can make up for the lost homework." Mo Hua said warmly.


    Yu''er nodded obediently, "Okay, Brother Mo."


    Mo Hua smiled and turned around to leave, but Yuer suddenly grabbed his clothes, "Brother Mo..."


    Mo Hua turned around and said with a gentle expression: "What? Will you still have nightmares?"


    Yu''er shook her head gently, but she was still a little scared when she saw his expression.


    Mo Hua touched his head, "It''s okay, I''ll accompany you for a while, you can sleep with peace of mind."


    "Yeah." Yu''er nodded slightly.


    Then Yuer closed her eyes.


    He has a small face and looks handsome. When he closes his eyes, he looks like a gentle and cute little lamb.


    But not long after, Yu''er opened her eyes again, and in her clear eyes, there was a strong sense of anxiety like a deer.


    Mo Hua was stunned and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Yu''er stuttered, "Brother Mo, are you going to have anything to do?"


    Mo Hua was a little puzzled, "What''s the matter?"


    Yu''er said: "Is it...will you encounter danger?"


    Mo Hua was a little confused, but he still said, "Anyone will encounter danger in this life. I have encountered many dangers, but they all have been considered as a waste of danger. So you don''t have to pay too much attention to this kind of thing."


    "Yeah." Yu''er nodded.


    Mo Hua looked at Yu''er and asked softly, "Yu''er, are you, what are you worried about?"


    Yu''er''s face turned pale, she bit her lip tightly, and after a while, she slowly said:


    "Brother Mo, am I... a divine fetus?"


    Mo Hua''s pupils suddenly shrank, and a coolness appeared in his heart, but his voice still tried to be gentle:


    "Who told you this?"


    Yuer shook her head, "No one told me, it''s...I heard it in my dream..."


    "Dream?"


    "Well," Yu''er said, "When I was in the Gu family that day, Uncle Gu suddenly became very scary. His eyes were black and red. When I looked at me, I had a nightmare."


    "Brother Mo, I got much better after you came... But later, I still had some nightmares intermittently."


    "In the dream, there seem to be many mountains, many monsters, bloody..."


    "It seems that there is still someone talking..."


    "What do they say, what are you going to wake up, what are rabbits, what are you crying, what are you going to cry, what are you going to be a mountain, what are you going to be a river..."


    "I also said that many people were going to die... blood was going to flow into the river, bones were going to be paved into tall buildings, human flesh was going to build cities, and they all were connected..."


    "They also said that they did these things because of me..."


    "Because I want to kill everyone, everyone will die..."


    Yu''er''s face became paler and whiter, and her body was trembling, as if she was in deep self-blame and fear, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.


    Mo Hua felt a little distressed, so she smiled and touched Yuer''s head and said:


    "This is just a dream, and dreaming is often the opposite. Everyone will live well, don''t worry."


    Yu''er nodded with tears in her eyes.


    Mo Hua thought about it and said, "Yu''er, do you know the evil spirits of demons?"


    Yuer shook her head and nodded again, "Are the ones in my dreams?"


    "Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "The demons and evil spirits are best at bewitching people''s hearts. They will lie and bewitch you when you are afraid, worried, and fearful, and are not firm in your mind."


    "The devil''s words are all lies."


    "The more you are afraid of them, the more they will bully you. If you are strong inside, they will not dare to lie to you."


    "And..." Mo Hua raised his eyebrows with a delicate look, "All the demons and evil spirits in this world are just native chickens and tiles in front of your brother Mo. I can kill them all with just one sword."


    "Next time they lie to you, you tell me that I will definitely kill them!"


    The sound of ink painting reveals a gentle murderous intent.


    Yu''er''s eyes gradually lit up, and she felt much more at ease. She smiled at Mo Hua and nodded.


    "Okay, have a good sleep. When you get better, you will be free of evil thoughts." Mo Hua said.


    Yu''er nodded obediently and then slowly closed her eyes.


    Mo Hua was guarding the side until Yu''er fell asleep before leaving with confidence.


    After Mo Hua left, Yu''er was still asleep peacefully.


    But in just a moment, Yu''er, who was sleeping, slowly frowned again.


    In his ears, a strange and sharp voice sounded:


    "He is lying to you..."


    "How many evil spirits can he kill if he builds a foundation?"


    "The demons are endless. Sooner or later, he will be completely swallowed by evil spirits... he will be sucked into blood, eaten meat, and even his bones will be gnawed..."


    "And you''ve caused all this."


    "He wants to save you, but he doesn''t know..."


    The terrifying voice seemed to be ringing in my ears and penetrated into Yuer''s mind, "...you are the biggest demon."


    Yuer in the dream looked frightened, "I''m not..."


    "Who are you!"


    The evil voice seemed to seep into his heart, "You shouldn''t have been alive, as long as you are alive, your mother, your uncle Gu, and your brother Mo, will all die..."


    “The more you tell them, the faster they die.”


    "They will die in your hands..."


    Yuer curled up, tears wet the quilt, and murmured in a low voice:


    "I don''t want my mother to die, I don''t want Brother Mo to die, I..."


    …


    Disciples are in the middle.


    Mo Hua thought about Yu''er''s affairs, his eyes were solemn, and he couldn''t help but mutter:


    “It’s strange…”


    "There is no evil spirit, no evil cause and effect, no evil **** parasitism... Why do Yuer still have nightmares? Can you even hear murmurs?"


    "Could it be...the evil **** is about to wake up?"


    "Also, what do you mean by what Yuer said?"


    "What rabbit is crying? What is it like for a mountain, a river, a person?"


    "Blood must flow into the river, bones must be paved into tall buildings, and human flesh must be built into cities..."


    "Are these some signs?"


    Mo Hua felt a sense of urgency in her heart.


    He only knew roughly the outline of the evil god''s plan, but he still knew very little about what this plan was...


    Now it seems that the entire plan for the evil god''s recovery may be more bloody, cruel, and larger than he expected.


    So much so...everyone is going to die?


    From then on, Mo Hua wanted to find some clues, but there was nowhere to start.


    He wiped out the list of blood, and the foundation-building and sinful cultivators under the evil **** were all wiped out from the level of "spiritual soul".


    The only thing that remains now is "Young Master".


    But the young master hid behind the scenes and did not reveal his strength.


    He couldn''t check where the Jindan Demon Cultivator was.


    There are no effective clues elsewhere...


    After all the calculations, ink painting still can’t do anything, so I can only calm down, practice with peace of mind, and continue practicing swordsmanship...


    After more than a month, Gu Changhuai''s injuries have healed a lot.


    He is a golden elixir with a relatively thick foundation. The Gu family is a big family. He has no shortage of elixirs and spiritual materials. After he cared for more than a month, his injuries have been healed.


    But his spiritual sense is still in a loss, and occasionally he feels drowsy and pain, and his meridians are also left with pain, so he cannot do everything he can.


    Normally, in this situation, he needs to recuperate at home.


    But Gu Changhuai has a stubborn temper and is a "workaholic". As soon as he could move, he immediately went to Daotingsi to work.


    Ink painting is a little worried.


    Last time, Uncle Gu was lucky.


    But what about the next time?


    Next time, he might really lose his life...


    How could a Daoting Si Diansi who was in the open and injured, be able to defend against a dozen Golden Elixir Demonic Cultivators in secret...


    But worrying is useless.


    Time is still passing by little after that.


    The realm of ink painting is still stuck, and the magical mind transforms into swords is still practicing.


    The evil god''s plan should still be advancing in secret.


    Daotingsi is still destroying the Demon Sect, Uncle Gu is still shrouded in **** storm, and Yu''er is not as happy as before...


    Mo Hua felt that the situation was a little bit out of his control, but he was a little helpless.


    Until this day, Cheng Mo gave him a token.


    (This chapter ends)