Chapter 931 Dream
God’s punishment is still intensifying, this is a punishment for multiple sins.
Mr. Tu''s bones were broken inch, and the flesh and blood were twisted into twists, and blood seeped into the floor, but Mr. Tu did not dare to resist or beg for mercy, and could only bear all this.
His hatred towards Taixu Sect continued to penetrate his bones with this pain.
If it weren''t for the Taixu Sect... Wan Yao Valley would not have been destroyed, the Rouge Boat would not have been swept away, and his plans would not have been restrained everywhere.
Now that the Demon Sect is surrounded and suppressed, the main force is still the twenty Golden Elders of the Taixu Sect!
Mr. Tu was so angry that he almost bit off his teeth.
At the same time, divine punishment is also on the verge of end.
After a burst of pain like a crushing bone and ashes, as well as the divine punishment of the Three Thousand Purgatory of the Great Wilderness and the divine thoughts of torture, Mr. Tu finally breathed a little rest.
He has planned for thousands of years as the master of the Great Wilderness.
The "God''s punishment" that has been suffered over the past thousand years is far less severe and cruel than these few years.
All of this is given by Taixu Sect, who believes in the evil god.
He will never forget this hatred.
Mr. Tu''s flesh and blood squirmed, white bones were raw, and the flesh was reborn, and the skin was reborn. He turned into a human form again, crawling on the ground, kowtowed towards the huge sheep bone statue in front of him, and replied devoutly:
"I worked hard to raise the evil dragon for the master''s divine fetus. He had a strange intention and realized that his bloodline was noble and he was unwilling to contribute everything to you, Lord God."
"I will find him and peel him."
"Blood Refining Sect, Wan Yao Mountain... I borrowed their Taoist priests to spread the reputation of the God Lord, which aroused their covetness. They also wanted to get involved in the Qianxuezhou community and get a share of the pie..."
"It''s okay. Once the catastrophe is approaching, letting these real demon sects make trouble will also offer more generous sacrifices for the revival of the Lord..."
"Those who believe in it will live, those who don''t believe in it will die, and these demon sects will be no exception."
"These demon cultivators are used to killing people like numb and are lawless. They don''t know that there are real horrors in this world that they can''t imagine."
"The divine fetus of Dragon King Temple has been silent..."
"It is really terrible that the evil **** of Taixu Sect is worthy of being the great enemy of the Lord of God. It is really terrible, but that''s all."
"I have a backup plan, and there will be a more suitable ''Divine Fetus'' as your ''Container''."
“The situation is more urgent…”
"The Daoting noticed something, the aristocratic family began to be alert, the Taixu Sect was even more tit-for-tat with us, and the evil **** was also eyeing us."
"Now, the Demon Sect has been completely encircled before it has developed..."
"Someone is forcing me to push forward the plan."
"Since that''s the case... I won''t wait."
Mr. Tu looked ferocious, "Next discussion meeting..."
"I want the Qianxuezhou area to flow into a river of blood, kill all the thousands of monks, turn this world into purgatory, and welcome the arrival of the God Lord!"
Mr. Tu looked frenzy, and his injuries were recovering quickly, as if he was an evil **** in the dark. He heard the good news of his recovery and was "rewarding" his loyalty.
Mr. Tu knelt tremblingly on the ground, his face shone gloomy and terrifyingly, and he looked like a demon.
"The next Taoist conference...blood flows into a river..."
…
Taixu Sect, a disciple lives.
Mo Hua suddenly woke up and felt cold sweat.
He seemed to have foresaw something terrible. He was obviously awake and still had lingering fears.
"What''s going on? I... have a nightmare?" Mo Hua murmured.
"No, I don''t dream, and..."
"Who dares to let me have nightmares?"
Mo Hua frowned and touched his forehead, and found that his forehead was cold and cold sweat was still oozing.
He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to trace the cause and effect, but when he thought, he was like being in the vast sea, endless, and he didn''t know where to find this cause and effect, which made him feel scared.
I don’t know what this cause and effect is.
"Are you an illusion? Or... am I too tired?"
Mo Hua was silent for a moment, but still had no idea, so he lay down on the bed again, wanting to sleep for a while.
But he didn''t sleep often, so he rarely slept once. After being awakened for no reason, he could no longer sleep.
"Forget it, practice the formation..."
If you are unstable and do not decide when encountering problems, you should first practice the formation.
I’ve gotten used to ink painting.
He sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ??consciousness and began to consolidate and practice some formations of the nineteen-patterned patterns and even the peak of the nineteen-patterned patterns on the Taoist monument.
Everything requires practice and perfection, and the same is true for formation.
According to the plan, Mo Hua practiced some second-grade nineteen-line high-level formations for more than ten times, and then started practicing the second-grade twenty-line anti-spirit formation.
He can''t master this formation yet and cannot draw it completely, but he can practice it first.
Anyway, his current formation level has reached a bottleneck. Apart from practicing the ultimate formation, there is no other formation to learn.
In this way, I practiced until dawn before I opened my eyes.
Facing the morning sun, wearing morning light, I practiced the exercises routinely for a while, refined the heavenly spirit stone for a week, and accumulated a little spiritual power, so I went to class as usual.
Sitting in the missionary room, listening to the elders'' teachings.
Mo Hua has gone from being the mastermind behind the destruction of the Demon Sect to a diligent little disciple in the Taixu Sect.
A few days later, Mo Hua asked Gu Changhuai for the follow-up of the destruction of the Demon Sect.
The two of them were drinking and having a meal together in a restaurant in Taixu City.
The restaurant belongs to the Gu family.
Ink painting was hard and hard to eliminate the Demon Sect. In order to reward Ink painting, Gu Changhuai specially invited him to give him another meal.
Ink painting is not polite either.
He knew that Uncle Gu was a "big man", so he would not save his spirit stones.
While eating ink painting, Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to Mohua:
"The leader of the Demon Sect escaped. Daotingsi blocked the third-grade state realm and was trying his best to pursue him, but..."
Gu Changhuai frowned.
"You can''t catch it." Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai nodded, "The leader of the Demon Sect in the late stage of the Jindan stage is under the power of the evil dragon. Several elders in the late stage of the Taixu Sect were unable to kill him. It is difficult to pursue him."
This ink painting sounded unpleasant, so he defended the elders Xunziyou and others:
"It''s this devil who is too strong, it''s not our Taixu Sect elders who are weak!"
Gu Changhuai also admitted it.
The leader of the Demon Sect is carrying the power of an evil dragon and swallowing up the vast blood energy. His strength is terrible. It is really impossible for ordinary cultivators to subdue it.
On the other hand, fortunately, several elders of the Taixu Sect joined forces to suppress the leader of the Demon Sect, and even forced him to escape.
Otherwise, let the devil start a massacre, and Daotingsi would not know how many monks would be killed or injured, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
They hadn''t expected this before.
Gu Changhuai nodded and said, "The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation, and the elders have moral integrity and extraordinary cultivation. Thanks to them this time, they can suppress the Demon Sect and wipe out the Demon Cultivator."
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
Uncle Gu has been "stuck" with him for a long time and has also begun to say good-heartedness.
"Where are the other elders of the Demon Sect? Are they all dead? Are there any fish that misses the net?" Mo Hua asked again.
Gu Changhuai counted one by one:
"What you said before is that the greedy and eating Ninth Elder Ninth Elder died. The short and thin demon cultivator, who was as thin as a snake, was killed by Elder Xun. The second elder with the oldest qualification died. The other elders were almost dead. The only one remaining is Elder Bear Demon, and the ''Elder You'' you said... "
"I ordered people to investigate. The corpses of these two golden elixirs were found near the Demon Sect. Elder Xiong at least showed his head too much and was injured by Elder Xunziyou''s arm with a sword. As for Elder You, he disappeared from beginning to end."
The speed of Mo Hua''s chewing elbows could not help but slowed down.
This elder You is really a bit difficult...
Did he know the news from Daotingsi in advance?
Still, I suspected that there was something wrong with the "Mr. Yuan" I pretended to be. I found some clues through the thunder magnetic formation, so I escaped in advance?
How did he escape? Where is now?
Ink painting was full of doubts for a moment, and was stunned and dazed.
Gu Changhuai glanced at him, sipped the wine, and said, "Okay, don''t think about it, this is the business of Daotingsi."
Then he thought for a moment and added, "If there were traces of these two people, I will tell you."
The implication is that you don’t waste time on such things. Just practice well and leave the matter of searching for the remnants of the Demon Sect to Daotingsi. I’ll tell you if there is any news.
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
"There is another thing," Gu Changhuai said, "The Daotingsi has already calculated the merits of extermination of the Demon Sect. There are one person involved in the encirclement and suppression, and of course there are also yours. After the calculation, the Daotingsi will issue it and transfer it to your disciple order through the Taixu Sect. It is a big event to destroy the Demon Sect, and this merit should be quite rich."
Ink painting didn’t respond much.
Mainly, he is now a "major meritorious official", and even so many that he can''t see how many.
He didn''t feel much about the more he made.
Moreover, he knew the efficiency of Daotingsi''s work. When this merit is received, I really don''t know that it will be the year of the Monkey and Horse Month.
The two finished chatting and had enough food. Mo Hua was about to go back to the sect to attend class.
Before leaving, Gu Changhuai said:
"My cousin asked me to tell you, if you are willing, I will come to Gu''s family for the New Year this year for the New Year."
"New Year''s banquet?"
Mo Hua was stunned, and then suddenly remembered that in more than a month, the New Year was going to be celebrated again.
This year has passed without realizing it.
The ink paintings vaguely feel a sense of urgency, as if time passes too fast and something is about to happen, but it feels just a feeling, and he can''t think of it.
"Uncle Gu, you shouldn''t be busy with your New Year''s banquet this year, right?" Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai looked at the ink painting and breathed slowly:
"Thank you for your blessing, the disaster of the Demon Sect has been settled in advance, and Daotingsi can also be idle for a while and have a good New Year."
"You''re welcome," Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Then I''ll go to Gu''s family to play with you during the Chinese New Year."
Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and sighed, "Okay."
…
After saying goodbye to Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua returned to the sect.
At night, the disciples were in the middle and read the ink paintings at night. After reading the books, they were tired of reading them, so they lay on the table and began to ponder.
The disaster of the Demon Sect has come to an end for the time being. Apart from the beginning of planning and making connections, he did not need to do anything when he was really encircled.
There is no devil in the Golden Dan realm, so I come to fight hard for him.
Many of the methods he prepared were useless.
There is a little regret in ink painting.
But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. After all, when monks practice Taoism, it is better to be cautious when they should be cautious.
The Demon Sect was destroyed, and the demon cultivators were killed and injured, and those who were not dead were imprisoned in Taoist prison.
From then on, the innocent monks around them will be able to avoid being killed and the troubles of the Demon Sect, which is also a merit.
The only problem is the natal magic weapon, that is, the Four Elephant Qinglong Formation...
When Mo Hua thought of this, she couldn''t help but sigh.
It''s really hard to get this array diagram...
Now the brutal and powerful leader of the Demon Sect has fled, like a dragon entering the sea, he really has no clue at all.
Moreover, after seeing the actions of the Demon Sect and the huge blood pool, Mo Hua couldn''t help but start to doubt whether the four symbols of the Qinglong were serious or not.
If you are not serious, how can you use it as your natal magic weapon?
Will the destined "natal magic weapon" really be this Qinglong Formation?
Mo Hua''s brows were furrowed.
"Or... let''s do it?"
The situation is in a deadlock, there are no other clues, and there seems to be no good idea except fortune telling.
Mo Hua took out the copper coins left to him by his master, set up a divine fog array, blocked the energy, and then calmed down and used the secret of heaven to calculate.
Copper coins were thrown into the air, shaking the causal energy, and then the dust settled and fell into the palm of your hand.
Ink painting silently recites in his mind:
"What is my natal magic weapon..."
Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the copper coins in his hand.
The copper coins lay calmly in his palm, without any sign of warning, nor were they contaminated with cause and effect.
What''s the meaning?
Mo Hua frowned and puzzled.
"Can''t you calculate it?"
Mo Hua stared at the copper coins and looked at them for a long time but didn''t see any strange phenomena. She was about to give up and wanted to put them down. Suddenly, the sea of ??consciousness hurt. A large amount of spiritual consciousness rushed towards the copper coins like a tide.
At the same time, the secrets of heaven rise and fall, and cause and effect flow.
But this time the energy of cause and effect flowing is too great, and even the spiritual consciousness of ink painting cannot be supported at all.
In just a moment, Mo Hua''s spiritual consciousness was sucked dry.
He rolled his eyes and lay on the table with a "thump".
The cause and effect on copper coins has no supply of divine thoughts and has stopped flowing. The divination calculation is not successful, but even so, there is still a trace of omen that has spread to the depths of the divine thoughts of ink paintings.
In the trance, in the ink painting seemed to have another dream.
There is a green dragon in the dream.
But this dream was shattered, and he could only see the shadow of the Azure Dragon, and could sense the boundless majesty of the Azure Dragon, as well as its vast power, and the clear sound of the dragon''s roar, which came one after another.
The ink painting feels something.
"Is this a dream of cause and effect? ??Dreaming of the Azure Dragon... means that my natal magic weapon should be the orthodox Four Symbols Qinglong Formation?"
Ink painting breathed a sigh of relief.
In this way, as long as I firmly think about it at the beginning, continue to find the leader of the Demon Sect, and find a way to get the Four Symbols Qinglong Formation from him, it will be...
Thinking of the ink painting, my dream suddenly changed.
It seemed that something strange had invaded his dream, causing his dream to collapse in an instant, causing Qinglong to be angry and roaring loudly.
In just a moment, a vague, black fog pounced on the green dragon like a strong wind.
A strange and indescribable thing wrapped the green dragon, tore it apart, and then it became alive...
Swallowed.
In an instant, the dream was completely broken, and Mo Hua suddenly woke up, recalling the scene in the dream, and a storm wave was stirred up in his heart.
"A dragon... was swallowed by something..."
"What does this mean?"
"Is this dream my cause and effect?"
"What is my natal magic weapon...?"
Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, and for a moment he felt even more confused.
…
The days afterwards became calmer.
Mo Hua still remembers the signs of "swallowing the dragon" in his dream, and he couldn''t figure it out, but he could only think about it with his usual thoughts.
He also asked some elders, and asked indirectly, as if chatting, what exactly can be "eat dragons" in this world?
But this problem is too incredible.
The elders were also confused and just thought that the ink painting "has not lost its childlike heart" and asked some fantastic questions.
I can’t tell the reason, so I can only practice and attend class with peace of mind.
In this way, a month passed and a year ended again.
In sect assessment, ink painting has made progress for the first time.
From the unchanging "one A and six C" that has lasted for thousands of years, it has become "one A and one B and five C".
His Taoism changed from "C" to "B".
It is probably Elder Yi who played hide and seek with him. After discussing his body skills, he recognized Mo Hua''s body skills and therefore made an exception and gave him a "B".
In terms of body skills alone, Elder Yi felt that giving a "armor" was more than enough.
Even if he pressed his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Pill, few disciples of the entire Taixu Sect could last twenty rounds under him, let alone, like ink painting, who could compete with him in a round and back way.
Give a "B" purely to keep a low profile.
Moreover, no matter how good Mo Hua''s body technique is, it only has the body technique after all.
His weakness in spiritual power is destined to be difficult for him to have too high attainments in the field of magic - at least it is difficult to obtain good evaluation based on the standards of sect assessment.
Ink painting doesn’t care much about this “B”.
He just felt a little uneasy.
There will be evil if something goes wrong.
The original achievements that remain unchanged for thousands of years suddenly changed, which made the ink paintings that are considered to be roughly understood, and suddenly there was a feeling of sudden change.
Then, it’s New Year’s Day again.
This is his seventh New Year Festival at Taixu Sect, and ink painting has gradually adapted.
And Uncle Gu had already invited him in advance, so he went to Gu''s house to take advantage of the situation and prepared to have a New Year banquet for a good meal.
There is still some time before the New Year’s banquet.
Mo Hua took Yu''er and wandered around Qingzhou City.
Qingzhou City is very lively, and Yu''er smiles happily, but there is a hint of worry in her smile.
Others may not be able to see this subtle expression, but they cannot escape the eyes of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua bought a few strings of candied haws, handed them to Yuer, and then asked in a low voice:
"Yu''er, are you worried?"
The smile on Yu''er''s face froze and became worried.
He is young and can''t hide his thoughts.
Mo Hua looked at him gently.
Yu''er hesitated for a long time before she stuttered: "Brother Mo, I... dreamed again."
Ink painting was slightly stunned.
It''s a dream again...
"Is it a nightmare?" Mo Hua asked.
Yuer nodded and shook her head again, "It''s not... different from the previous nightmare..."
"What dream?"
"I..." Yu''er was a little cowardly, but looking at Mo Hua''s gaze, she slowly spoke, "I dreamed of myself."
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You yourself?"
"Well..." Yu''er''s eyes trembled slightly, and she said in a slight confusion, "It''s me, but it doesn''t look like me..."
"Then what?"
"Then...these three me, one in the mountains, one in the water, and the other in my heart. They all looked at me silently, I was very scared, they said, "
Yu''er looked at Mo Hua with tears in her eyes, "I said my mother will die, and said Brother Mo, you will die..."
These words seemed to have been pressing on his heart for a long time.
The simple and kind Yuer wants to say it but never dares to say it.
Mo Hua looked at Yu''er''s eyes with worries, fear and tears, and smiled kindly, and said softly:
"The evil demons and evil spirits will change their human form and devil people''s hearts. Those three you are all transformed by demons and they are scaring you."
Yu''er''s tears have not dried up, "Is it true?"
"When did I lied to you?"
Yu''er thought about it and nodded. Brother Mo treated him well and never lied to him.
Mo Hua touched Yuer''s head and said gently:
"You don''t have to be afraid of anything in your dream. No matter what they are, as long as you dare to show your head, I will kill you one by one and kill them all."
No matter what, one sword, one will kill you...
This sentence gave Yuer great courage.
Yu''er''s eyes gradually became brighter, and a smile appeared on her little face. She nodded fiercely at Mo Hua: "Yes!"
(This chapter ends)