Chapter 914 Behead!


    "Finally, we can break through the late stage of foundation building!"


    Ink painting is very happy.


    Outside Taixu Mountain, on a remote mountain peak.


    As usual, the ink painting arranged the cushion, set up the formation, and prepared everything. Then he sat on the cushion and opened the Five Elements Diagram.


    The moment the Five Elements Diagram unfolded, in just a blink of an eye, a very violent evil spirit surged into the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting like a river.


    Before Mo Hua could even react, her face turned pale, she lowered her head, and fainted.


    In the sea of ??consciousness, Mo Hua opened her eyes.


    In front of him, there was a divine skeleton.


    The divine bone is thinner than before, not as strong and ferocious.


    And his back to the ink painting, his shoulders shook, as if he was chewing something.


    "Only one? Shouldn''t it be two?" Mo Hua frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head again, "Forget it, let''s eat one, and then eat it first."


    The divine bone is in front of you, and you will kill it with one sword.


    Mo Hua didn''t want to waste time, and with one hand, he condensed a sword of divine thoughts. With just one flash, he approached the divine skeleton and slashed at its head with a sword.


    The gods seemed to notice something and were stunned for a moment, but they didn''t have time to turn around.


    This sword with full spiritual consciousness and sharp sword energy hit the top of its head.


    The strong fluctuations of spiritual thoughts spread, and the surroundings fluctuated for a moment.


    But the next moment, the ink painting changed slightly.


    The sword of divine thought that is unbeatable is held by a sharp claw, as if it is trapped in a rock, and it is difficult to make any progress.


    At the same time, a powerful aura spread from the body of the divine bone.


    Mo Hua''s pupils shrank slightly, transformed into a sword of divine thoughts, and pulled back.


    Shenshe slowly stood up and turned his head to look at the ink painting.


    It has long and sharp horns, a skeleton with scarlet eyes, revealing a crazy but calm murderous intent, and its body is like a human figure, thin but contains extremely strong power.


    Its body, the dirty black water and the fishy blood, melted together, exuding a terrifying odor.


    And these black water and blood penetrated deeply into its bones, forming a "armor" like a real thing.


    “Third grade…”


    Mo Hua''s heart thumped and his eyes were solemn.


    The gods turned around and faced the ink painting. The powerful aura spread all over his body completely.


    At this time, Mo Hua also saw that the corners of the mouth of the divine bone were stained with black blood, there were "flesh and flesh" composed of divine thoughts between its teeth, and there were "bone residue" left on the ground...


    There are indeed two divine bones.


    The other one was eaten by it.


    Mo Hua said lightly: "Your compatriots, do you eat it too?"


    The scarlet gaze of the gods looked at the ink painting calmly. Its voice was hoarse and empty, exuding bloodthirsty, but extremely calm:


    "There are no compatriots among God''s bones, and they are alive and dead. Only those who survive will be ''God''."


    "And the divine bones are inherently one, it is me, and I am it. Whether it eats me or I eat it, it will be the same in the end."


    Mo Hua frowned slightly.


    He felt that the information in this sentence was extremely large, and it also vaguely revealed the ecology of the existence of the divine bones, and the inner competition and cruelty of the evil gods.


    The divine bone chewed a few bites, swallowed the only trace of wreckage, and then looked at the Mo Hua and said coldly:


    "So, it''s you, hunting ''me''?"


    There is a hint of murderous intent in these words.


    Mo Hua''s eyes sank. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the divine bone in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he couldn''t help but feel a trembling heart.


    The next moment, a sharp claw suddenly appeared in front of him.


    Mo Hua raised his fist and punched him, feeling a punch hit a stone, and a powerful shock force came.


    The white and tender fists in the ink painting have cracks.


    His body was also blasted several feet away, and he finally barely stood firm.


    "So fast! So strong!"


    Mo Hua''s heart tightened, "And the condensation of spiritual thoughts is far above himself!"


    "This is...the third-grade divine bone..."


    After a punch hit Feimo painting, the thin and elegant body of the divine bone was revealed, and the face of the white bone showed a playful look.


    "The posture of the divine fetus is self-definition, no wonder... It''s obviously just a second-grade, but it can easily hunt the ''divine bones''."


    "But it should be more than that..."


    After saying that, the divine bone disappeared again.


    The moment it disappeared, Mo Hua suddenly felt a warning in her heart, her fingers quickly pointed to the ground, and her divine thoughts turned into patterns, creating a golden bell array out of thin air.


    As soon as the formation was formed, the golden bell was shrouded in it, and suddenly a blood claw was torn out, tearing the golden bell to pieces.


    After getting this moment, Mo Hua also stepped back, and was very reluctant to escape the blood claws of the divine bone.


    "Pracial power? No, is it...formula?"


    There was a hint of surprise in the voice of the gods, but the offensive did not stop and once again turned into a **** shadow, bullying the body.


    While using the water steps, ink painting dodges while urging divine thoughts and pointing a point, a water prison is generated out of thin air, and six water-colored chains trap the divine bones in it.


    "Spell? Not bad..."


    As soon as the divine bone struggled, the chain broke, the water prison technique was broken, and with a backhand, a black and red blood knife condensed, and a afterimage was cut, and it suddenly slashed at Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua gritted her teeth and held her white and tender palms.


    The sword formation has sword patterns, and the sword pattern has sword bones. It transforms into a dazzling broken gold sword, and fights a fierce battle with the blood sword of the divine skeleton.


    In a moment, the divine thoughts collided head-on, and gold and blood burst out.


    After the fluctuation subsided, the divine bone took a step back.


    Ink painting took seven steps back.


    After finally standing still, Mo Hua''s palms were numb and his heart was filled with awe.


    "The third-grade divine bone is so powerful..."


    Since the meeting, the ink painting has been pressed and beaten by it, and there is almost no room for fighting back.


    In just a dozen rounds, this divine skeleton forced out all the moves of the ink painting.


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    The power of the divine thoughts of the third-grade divine bone is extremely powerful and powerful.


    Mo Hua''s arms began to feel sore, and there were a few more cracks in his spiritual incarnation.


    Since his cultivation has built the foundation and his spiritual consciousness has changed, this is the strongest "divine thought thing" he has encountered so far. Judging from the thickness and oppression of his spiritual thoughts, it is even stronger than the newly born evil fetus.


    Mo Hua turned his head and said honestly, "I''ll let you go out and let''s fight." He felt that he might not be able to beat this third-grade divine skeleton.


    Even if you can beat it, you will only win miserably. There is no need to stay alive while the secret of your sea of ??consciousness has not been revealed.


    Give it this opportunity yourself and give it a way out.


    "Everyone gets together and part with you." Mo Hua said with a thick face.


    Shenshe showed a complicated expression on his indifferent face, "Sure enough, your humanity is very sufficient, full of cunning and treacherous."


    Mo Hua was a little unhappy.


    The divine bone straited the blood sword, and the blood and energy rose all over his body. The evil soul on the sword was ferocious. The black and red colors on its white bones were also merged deeper.


    It has a real murderous intent.


    This divine skeleton held back before, and after forcing his moves out, he moved his true feelings... Mo Hua''s heart was slightly tightened, and in the blink of an eye, a scarlet blood light struck Mo Hua in front of him with lightning speed.


    This knife is faster and more ruthless.


    Mo Hua frowned, and in a hurry, he could only passively block the sword.


    But this time the blood light condensed like a substance, with an unjust soul roaring on it, slashing on the Broken Gold Sword of Mo Hua. For only a moment of confrontation, the blood and energy were like poisonous water, corroding the Broken Gold Sword.


    The golden sword melted, Mo Hua''s expression changed, and she could only retreat, but before she could take a few steps, the blood shadow flashed behind her, and the divine bone flashed behind him again.


    The sharp claws of the bones were torn on the back of the Mo Hua.


    Evil thoughts turned into blood and penetrated into the back, leaving behind a "bloody" wound.


    Mo Hua felt pain and slashed a sword with his backhand, but this sword was easily blocked by the sharp claws of the divine bone.


    The old power of ink painting has been exhausted and the new power has not yet emerged. I immediately looked shocked and realized that it was not good, but it was too late.


    After blocking Mo Hua''s sword, the divine skeleton stretched out its white bone claws, held Mo Hua''s long sword with his backhand, and twisted it hard.


    The Broken Golden Sword, which was already contaminated by blood and was mottled, was completely broken.


    Mo Hua''s divine thoughts hurt, and he wanted to leave, but the third-grade divine skeleton was faster than him. He fisted with sharp claws and fists, holding blood light, and punched Mo Hua''s head with one punch.


    At the critical moment, Mo Hua could only use the help of the water step to barely avoid his head, but the punch was too fast, and his shoulder was still hit. His whole person was knocked away like a "little sandbag", fell to the ground, rolled several times before stopping.


    A huge pain came from the divine thoughts.


    Mo Hua gritted her teeth and endured the pain, but still stood up.


    There were blood marks on his back, his magical sword broke, and several more bruises on his arms, panting, looking very embarrassed.


    This is the first time he has been so embarrassed after he achieved success in Shinto.


    Even at the beginning, he was just a small Qi-refining monk. In the situation where he knew nothing, he had never been as embarrassed as he was when he met the green-faced ghost.


    The expression of ink painting gradually became cold.


    The gods punched Feimohua, but did not pursue him, but instead looked down at his sharp claws.


    There are fine scars on its bones and claws.


    This is the wound left by it when it twisted the magical mind into a sword, which was very subtle, but there was a faint pain of splitting.


    This is the sword path that humans give up everything and only seek to kill...


    Shenshou said, "The method of human monks is indeed interesting... he can actually hurt my third-level divine body with the second-level divine thought."


    "But your way is still too weak..."


    Shenshou raised his head, his scarlet and empty eyes looked at the ink painting indifferently.


    "Will you be very proud of killing a few low-quality divine bones with this little trick? Will this satisfy you?"


    "You may have a deep opportunity and have obtained so many inheritances, but your ''Tao'' is unbearable."


    "The application of the method of divine thought is stiff and rough."


    "You don''t understand at all, what is the true ''Taoization''."


    The gods raised the blood knife and pointed directly at the ink painting, "If you were only of this level, you would die here today. Your foundation of divine thoughts and the full body of divine spirit will also turn into my nourishment, paving my way to becoming a god..." The ink painting looked cold and did not say a word, but turned into a sword of divine thoughts again.


    This sword is no longer golden, but light yellow. The sword energy is continuous, thick and peaceful, neither fast nor slow, and looks extremely thick.


    Tai''a Kaishan Sword.


    The sword is like earth, and the virtue carries things with great virtue and will never stop.


    Shenshou''s scarlet eyes turned, his body turned into blood and disappeared in an instant. In just a moment, he approached Mo Hua again. The blood knife slashed straight towards Mo Hua''s head with an extremely sharp murderous intent.


    But this knife was blocked.


    Tai''a Kaishan Sword, with a thick sword style, blocked the fierce blood sword of the Divine Skeleton.


    The blood knife did not go further.


    Ink painting did not take a step back either.


    Even the two show a "even-match" trend.


    The empty eyes of the gods skeleton shine with a hint of light, "Blood belongs to water, and earth overcomes water, and..."


    It looked into Mo Hua''s body and limbs, and the "liquid" like gold flowing.


    "Use the power of the divine marrow to make up for the gap between the second and third grade divine ideology..."


    The voice of the **** skeleton was hoarse, "Not bad..."


    Mo Hua snorted coldly, swayed the blood sword of the divine bone with a sword, and then activated the divine marrow, stimulated the power of divine thoughts, and injected into the mountain-opening sword in his hand.


    The Kaishan Sword is filled with the powerful sword aura.


    Mo Hua held the Tai''a Kaishan Sword in his hand, and the sword blade turned and began to fight with the Divine Skeleton.


    One person and one divine skeleton, fighting in close combat, one sword, one move, one move, and the blood-colored sword light intersected with the Kaishan sword energy.


    The scene was silent but depressed, and murderous intent was everywhere.


    The sword of the gods is fast and ruthless; the sword of the ink painting is heavy and stable.


    In the blink of an eye, the swords and swords fought hard dozens of times. There were blood marks on Mo Hua''s body, and there were also sword marks on the bones of the divine bone.


    Offense and defense are changing rapidly, swords are colliding rapidly, and no one speaks, only naked and **** fighting.


    In an instant, the chess meets the opponent.


    The divine bone was stimulated, which aroused the murderous intent in my heart. The more I fought, the more I felt refreshed, my blood and energy were stimulating, my breath was crazy, the knife became faster and faster, and the blood-colored knife light was not airtight. There is almost only one word "kill" in its heart.


    Ink painting also felt great pressure.


    In this rapid close-killing strangle, he had almost no time to condense spells, manifest formations, and conceive tactics.


    He can only kill.


    All he could rely on was a "sword" in his hand.


    All you can use is sword moves.


    And it is not a high-end sword technique, but just the most basic sword move taught by Dugu ancestor in the back mountain sword tomb.


    In the face of a truly cruel and violent fight, all fancy moves are burdensome, and all redundant skills are useless.


    Everything is back to nature, with only the most basic moves, one chop, one stab and one kill.


    The foundation of kendo in ink painting is very weak, so he practices a lot of basic skills.


    In the back mountain, he meticulously completed all the sword-doing lessons assigned by Dugu’s ancestor.


    In reality, these sword moves may not be very powerful when used in ink paintings.


    But now it comes in great use in the confrontation of divine thoughts.


    Mo Hua integrated all these basic sword moves into the almost "instinctive" killing. In the extremely fast battle, he didn''t care about any sword technique, but just wanted to use the fastest, most ruthless and most powerful sword to slash at the divine bone in front of him.


    At the end of the battle, the battle reached a fever pitch. Mo Hua looked cold, with a hint of bloodthirsty look, and her eyes were filled with a hint of madness.


    He seemed to have forgotten everything, his magic, his formation, himself, and even the sword in his hand.


    He forgot whether he was killing or the sword was killing.


    The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body.


    He is the sword, and the sword is him.


    At this moment, Mo Hua vaguely understood what "sword art" is and what "man and sword are united".


    The divine skeleton who fought with Mo Hua was also becoming more and more shocked.


    If it guessed correctly, this divine fetal devil should have made a living by relying on magic, body skills, and formations. The previous battle was also full of scheming and cunning.


    But under the high pressure of fighting, after fighting with him for a while, it seemed to stimulate the ruthlessness in the heart of this divine fetal ghost, which made him realize something.


    His sword is getting faster and faster, more and more fierce, moving forward without end, like a bloodthirsty "little madman".


    In his sword, the meaning of "sword way" is getting stronger and stronger, and the sword energy is getting sharper and sharper.


    His blood knife gradually could no longer suppress his sword light.


    "The gods uphold the Tao, and the monks realize the Tao."


    "But it can''t be like this ''enlightenment'' method. The understanding is too outrageous..."


    The eyes of the gods were a little solemn.


    As the sword intent of the ink painting became stronger and stronger, its sword force gradually fell into a disadvantage.


    But the gods were indifferent and still fought with the ink painting.


    After fighting for a while, Mo Hua shook the divine bone with one sword, stopped the sword in his hand, and did not take action again.


    He was a little confused, and then he gradually realized it and said to Shenshou: "Are you consuming me?"


    Shenshou said coldly: "The fighting of divine thoughts is a consumption."


    "No," Mo Hua shook her head, "You are consuming my body."


    After fighting for the moment, he suddenly realized that the blood and energy in his body had become weaker, and then he suddenly realized that the spiritual consciousness was loading the body.


    You can only cultivate the foundation.


    This third-grade divine bone is a divine thought in the realm of the "Golden Pill". It penetrates into its own sea of ??consciousness and exceeds the limit of its physical body.


    The divine bone is an external evil, not a divine thought of oneself, so it has great oppression on the sea of ??consciousness.


    What''s more, it has been doing its best and fought with itself for so long.


    The fluctuations of the third-grade divine thoughts constantly impact their sea of ??consciousness, and naturally impact their physical body - at least impacting their minds.


    Mohua understood the purpose of this divine skeleton:


    If it can kill itself, then kill it.


    If you can''t kill yourself, then it will be consumed, which will make your flesh and blood dry, your sea of ??consciousness cracked, and your body ruined.


    Then I will be dead.


    If you can''t kill it quickly, as long as you delay for a while, then in the end, the one who dies will still be "self".


    Shenshe looked at the ink painting and said calmly: "You are indeed smart."


    But ink painting was not happy at all.


    He knew that if he didn''t think of some solutions, he would kill this "divine skeleton" as soon as possible. Once his body was destroyed, he would not be able to practice Taoism.


    What''s more, he can''t afford to spend it.


    In order to fight this third-grade divine bone, he was constantly consuming the "divine marrow". The divine marrow is precious and hard to obtain, and he could not afford it at all.


    By now, he is already close to "exhausting oil and running out of lights".


    Mo Hua looked up at his eyes and said frankly: "You are very strong, but I want to kill you now, you are going to die."


    The empty eyes of the **** shaking slightly, and then he chuckled:


    "Your way can''t kill me. Your way is too complicated..."


    "Although it''s complicated, it''s a lot." Mo Hua said.


    Then he dissipated the Tai''a Kaishan Sword in his hand, held it with both hands, held it high above his head, and deep in his eyes, golden light flowed, and his whole aura suddenly changed, like a mountain or an abyss, like a saint who compassions with all living beings, or like a **** who ignores the people.


    At the same time, countless divine thoughts turned into flowing light and gathered between the hands of the ink painting.


    First there is a formation, then the formation flows, manifests the sword formation, and finally condenses into various sword shapes.


    The first handle is the Tai''a Kaishan Sword that is endless, endless, but moving forward.


    Then there was the broken golden sword with sharp sharpness and golden light.


    The cold and weird Guishui Sword...


    The surging fire of Lihuo Sword...


    …


    A series of formations condense into sword formations and transform into sword poses, overlapping in Mo Hua''s hands, condensed into a dazzling, extremely sharp and terrifying prototype of the "Divine Sword" that is terrifying.


    This "Divine Sword" is longer and wider because it integrates many "sword-transforming styles" and has a mixed luster and a flow of laws.


    The divine bone was so scared that she lost her mind.


    It never expected that there would be such a "hodgepodge" magical sword technique in this world.


    Moreover, ink painting is right, "Although it is complicated, it is a lot..."


    The formation, the five elements, and the sword contained in it are so incredible that it makes its scalp numb...


    No matter how powerful it is, it cannot be used.


    While Mo Hua was condensed and accumulated energy, the blood qi surged around the body of the divine bone, turning into a blood light, heading straight for Mo Hua, and the blood knife in his hand also slashed at Mo Hua''s forehead.


    It is possible to get halfway through the journey, Mo Hua''s pupils flashed, and the gloomy prison and the scattered sword light formed a prison for swordsmanship, directly suppressing the divine bones.


    The sword penetrates the pipa bone, and the prison conquers the seven souls.


    Shocking Sword!


    Now, Mo Hua did not care about his taboos and directly used this Jingshen Sword stance that he had originally "sealed" by him.


    The divine bone was instantly shocked to the spot, and his mind was intimidated and unable to move.


    It estimated that within five breaths, it could break this magical thought technique, but this little time was enough for the divine fetal ghost in front of him to successfully condense his unknown sword style.


    "Then let''s use Tao to see who lives and die..."


    The murderous intent of the divine bone has been proven, and blood seeps out of the scarlet eyes.


    Not only the eyes, but its whole body is stained with blood, becoming bloody, powerful and terrifying.


    A scent of "Tao" emanates from it, mixed with the meaning of slaughter, cruelty, annihilation, murder, deadly silence, and "blood".


    The blood around the body of the divine bone condensed upwards, and a bright red and dazzling "Blade of Blood-killing" that had wiped out so much life and swallowed up so much blood.


    After the blood blade condenses, its powerful divine aura spreads around, and the **** but pure laws of Tao are especially above the "Sword of the God-Slaying" in the ink painting.


    The eyes of the divine bones are cruel.


    "This little devil with a divine fetus will definitely die today."


    At this moment, Mo Hua''s eyes were deep and his expression was solemn, and finally began to condense the last "sword intent".


    That is, the Taixu Sword Flow that he practiced day and night, killed his soul, and made it merge into his soul with the wounds of his divine thoughts.


    It is the ancient Taixu sword art condensed by the predecessors of the Taixu Sect who worked hard and studied and studied!


    "…This is?!"


    Sensing this breath, the divine bone was incredible for a moment.


    Taixu''s sword intent is ancient and long-lasting, powerful and unfathomable.


    The origin of the sword art is integrated into it, and the "Slaying Sword" of ink painting is truly the first prototype.


    Mo Hua gathered his hands on his head, and the sword of divine thought in his hand suddenly surged and his sword shape doubled. The ancient and mysterious Taixu sword intent on it slowly flowed, just like the first judgment of the heaven and earth, and the starry sky was vast.


    In the shocked and incredible eyes of the Blood Dao "Divine Skeleton", the powerful sword of Taixu divine thoughts slashed down with a bang.


    Ink painting shouted in a crisp voice:


    "Catch!"


    (This chapter ends)