Chapter 974: Strange Stories (Moonline Tickets)


    The cold flesh and blood began to turn into strange black water, repairing his broken throat and broken heart veins.


    Chen Shouxing''s limbs began to tremble irregularly, and the flesh and blood seemed to be pulled by gray silk threads, constantly squirming, and finally completely merged.


    Chen Shouxing slowly stood up in a strange posture.


    His eyes turned into thick black.


    There was also a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.


    Hoarse, torn, as if the voices of countless men, women, young and old were mixed together and sounded in the dead temple.


    "A group of old people, guard so tightly..."


    "But finally... came in..."


    "The chess game in Ganzhou... can''t be defeated, so... start another game..."


    The black blood on Chen Shouxing''s body was soaked in clothes, and it looked like he was wearing a dead Taoist robe.


    He walked to Shen Tu Ao with one foot deep and shallow feet, dipped in his black blood, and began to outline the formation patterns.


    Hundreds of heavy shadows appeared on the dead man''s Taoist robe.


    The black blood under Chen Shouxing seemed to have life, each of them wriggling, winding on Shen Tuao''s skinned flesh and blood, manifesting one strange pattern after another.


    And these strange patterns are just one-stop.


    This dragon is a black dragon, which looks similar to the green dragon in the Great Wilderness, but it exudes an indescribable mystery and weirdness.


    A torn, overlapping and bizarre voice sounded: "You are the prince of the Great Wilderness, you will not die..." "You will return to the Great Wilderness, complete your great cause, and rule over all races with the power of the true dragon, suppress all demons..."


    "You will let the fire of war spread and burn the entire Great Wilderness."


    "Get the Dao Ting''s Dao Ting into bones, and the Dao Ting''s lackeys into flesh and blood..."


    "Turn the Dao Ting''s Dao Ting into white bones, and the dead dogs of Dao Ting into flesh and blood..."


    "You will turn the entire Great Wilderness into purgatory..."


    "You will be made of white bones, and your royal city will be piled up with flesh and blood, and you will be crowned as king among the endless murderous sins..."


    "This is... your destiny."


    "These words merged into strange patterns, completed the dragon map, and transformed into one with Shen Tuao''s flesh and blood.


    Shen Tu Ao suddenly opened his eyes, and a black dragon flashed by in his eyes.


    Chen Shouxing pointed his fingers, and the strange patterns were like insects, gnawing in the air, and a crack was bitten.


    This crack had already brought a trace of the power of the void.


    This power is mixed with some strange laws, and in many strange shadows, it actually deceives the laws of heaven, and does not trigger the heavenly punishment ban in the third-grade state realm.


    This is the technique of "violating the sky".


    But no one saw this amazing scene.


    Shen Tu Ao slowly stood up, the black dragon''s power merged into his body, and a strange evil aura surged in his whole body.


    His eyes were pitch black, he walked to the dragon coffin, picked up the body of the fourth prince, and then stepped into the strange crack that Chen Shouxing tore open.


    Since then, his figure has completely disappeared, and he has gone nowhere.


    But a dark flame quietly ignited, and soon after, it would burn the creatures...


    ?


    "It''s the Xuan Demon again, I don''t have a memory..." Chen Shouxing dripped a drop of black blood on Young Master Xuan''s forehead.


    Mr. Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes gradually turned black.


    "Return to Xuanmo Sect, find Xuansan Ren, and learn it well for me... His original scripture of the Taoist Heart Demons..." Chen Shouxing''s voice was hoarse and mixed with yin and yang.


    "Back to the sect, find my uncle, and understand... the original text of the Taoist heart planting demons..."


    Young Master Xuan''s voice was dull, he recited it silently, and then slowly stood up, like a puppet, walking into the crack of the demonic Taoist who had the power of "deception of the sky".


    After that, the crack slowly disappeared.


    Layout is completed.


    Chen Shouxing''s black blood began to boil, and then spontaneously ignited, turning into a strange nameless black fire. With him as the center, it burned the entire temple and destroyed all cause and effect.


    Along with him, destroy it together.


    Since Chen Guanxing died, everything afterwards was burned by the black fire of the devil.


    In this way, no one can calculate the cause and effect here.


    There will be no one who knows what happened in this temple.


    Chen Shouxing was "self-immolation", his flesh and blood began to be burned dry, and his body began to disappear little by little. The cause and effect flashed through them one by one, and then returned to ashes.


    The memories of his life, the people he knew, also passed by like a lantern, and returned to nothingness.


    These people are all kinds, from far to near, including his parents, his sons, people from the Shen family, sword cultivators from the Taixu Sect, tomb robbers, and Mr. Tu... "Chen Shouxing" looked at all this indifferently, not caring about it.


    At this moment, a face with a little tenderness and innocence passed by, and a name flashed through:


    "Ink painting."


    Chen Shouxing''s dark pupils trembled.


    Ink painting?


    Ink painting? !


    Ink painting? ? !


    The name of this young boy is...Mo Hua? !


    He actually... called Mo Hua? !


    ?


    But all the cause and effect were destroyed by him.


    It was him who destroyed it with his own fire of devilishness, and it would be useless for him to regret it.


    Chen Shouxing was stunned on the spot.


    Everything was as he wished, and it was well calculated, but the only thing he did not expect was that it would be a hundred secrets and a sparse cause and effect slipped away from his fingers.


    "My weird calculation has actually missed..."


    ?


    Chen Shouxing also turned into ashes in the dark fire.


    All of this was annihilated and no one knew it.


    On the Gushan Mountain, the conflict between the Shen family and major aristocratic families and sects continues.


    In the confusion of situations, no one noticed that the seeds of the devil planted at the bottom of the Gushan Mountain...


    ?


    The uneasiness in Mo Hua''s heart gradually faded away as she moved away from the lonely mountain.


    He rarely has this kind of uneasiness.


    Moreover, this uneasiness is very strong. If you think about it carefully, you have no idea.


    Mo Hua vaguely guessed that this should be an extremely dangerous cause and effect. It is probably that a powerful man who cannot afford to offend him is also making a secret arrangement.


    Fortunately, this sense of crisis has gradually faded.


    Mo Hua couldn''t help but drink a sip of tea, suppressing her shock.


    In the carriage that was walking leisurely, there were only Elder Xunziyou.


    Master Gu and Fan Diansi, one returned to the weapon refining shop, and the other returned to Daotingsi.


    Mo Hua originally wanted to suggest them to go to Taixu Gate to avoid the limelight.


    But these two people, one of whom is a weapon refining leader and the other is a Daoting Dianshi, are considered to be a "career" in Gushan City, and they can''t run away from monks and temples.


    And if you disappear at this moment, it is easier to arouse suspicion.


    Therefore, the two remained in Gushan City.


    Mo Hua also asked Elder Xun Zixian to take care of them.


    Elder Xun Zixian also stayed in Gushan.


    Now the ink painting is safe, but the matter in Gushan City is not yet completed.


    Elder Xun Zixian wants to stay for the follow-up, and other elders of Taixu Sect also want to stay for the aftermath.


    Therefore, Xunziyou, who was alone, walked lightly and escorted Mo Hua back to Taixu Gate along the avenue.


    Leaving Gushan City, along the way, there are second-grade state boundaries, and Xun Ziyou, an elder in the late stage of Jindan, is enough to **** him.


    With Mo Hua''s current body movement, as long as it is not surrounded by golden elixirs, it is generally safe to kill him.


    Along the way, it was naturally calm.


    As soon as he calmed down, Xun Ziyou remembered something and felt very resentful.


    Along the way, he always looked at the ink paintings from time to time, and stopped talking.


    Seeing Mo Hua drinking tea, it seemed to be a little free, Xun Ziyou said, "Mo Hua, have you... learned swordsmanship?"


    "I learned a little bit." Mo Hua said truthfully.


    Xun Ziyou frowned and said carefully: "In the nightmare, I felt a breath of the incredible... Taixu Hua Sword True Art."


    "You happened to be in the temple at that time, do you know the origin of this sword intent?"


    Xun Ziyou looked at the Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua was a little confused.


    He can''t say that he cut this sword.


    Dugu Zu told him that he could not tell anyone about the true secret of the magical thoughts turning into swords.


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    Xunziyou nodded slowly, thinking that it made sense.


    The true secret of Taixu''s Divine Thought Transformation of Sword has been lost. Only some sect ancestors from that time can truly learn and achieve a certain level of time.


    The ancestors of the Taixu Sect did like to travel around the world, using divine thoughts to transform swords, and kill all the demons and evil spirits.


    It is reasonable that the ancestor of Taixu Sect killed the fallen mountain god.


    Otherwise, this true magical sword technique that transforms into a magical sword could not have been split by the child Mo Hua himself, right?


    That''s too abstract...


    Xun Ziyou himself couldn''t convince himself.


    It must have been killed by the ancestor.


    "I just don''t know which ancestor of my Taixu Sect who killed this mountain god..." Xun Ziyou muttered.


    Mo Hua had a tense face and did not dare to answer.


    "After that I belong to Taixu Sect, which ancestor..." Xun Ziyou was still struggling with this matter.


    Mo Hua was afraid that he would always talk about "Old Ancestor" and would lose his life, so he quickly changed the topic:


    "By the way, Elder Xun, how could you come to Gushan?"


    Elder Xun was indeed distracted. He knew that Mo Hua was smart and did not hide it from Mo Hua. "The ancestor asked me to come."


    "Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, but he still had some doubts in his heart, "Mr. Xun, just let you follow me like this? Didn''t you leave any other means?"


    Elder Xun followed so far that he didn''t even notice it.


    If he doesn''t pay attention, his life will be gone?


    Then what''s the use of him following?


    Unless this is done, Mr. Xun has other arrangements.


    Xun Ziyou was so upset about this ink painting that he had a delicate heart with seven orifices. He had too many thoughts and could not hide any of them.


    Looking at Mo Hua''s clear and curious eyes, Xun Ziyou thought about it and felt that there was no need to hide this kind of thing, so he said:


    "Didn''t the ancestor give you a Taixu Liangyi Lock?"


    "Um."


    "This lock can sense your vitality. Once you are in danger, I can feel it. If there is a great crisis of life and death, I will crush the Void Sword Order and notify the ancestor..."


    Ink painting was stunned.


    The old man is so kind to me...


    He was grateful, but he was a little confused, "This is the third-grade state realm. Even if the old man can break the void, he can''t get through it."


    Xun Ziyou frowned, "I don''t know this either... But even if the ancestor cannot come in person, he should have the means to save your life. Of course, it is only in the Qianxue realm, so it''s not enough to be too far away."


    Mo Hua nodded slightly.


    "In the Qianxue realm, Taixu Liangyi Lock, when encountering a crisis, you can save your life..."


    I remembered the ink painting and said gratefully:


    "Thank you Mr. Xun! Thank you, Elder Xun, too!"


    Xun Ziyou waved his hand, "No need to thank you."


    Anyway, this backup method was not used in the end. Of course, it would be best if it didn''t work...


    After that, the two sat in the carriage, drinking tea and chatting.


    When night fell, we finally arrived at Taixu Gate.


    Xun Ziyou took the ink painting and went to pay homage to Mr. Xun.


    Mr. Xun saw that Mo Hua was safe and sound, and his expression was as usual, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    "Are you not injured?"


    "Well," Mo Hua nodded, "Thanks to Elder Xun to protect his disciples, nothing is wrong."


    He said something nice to Xunziyou without revealing his traces.


    Mr. Xun glanced at Xun Ziyou with a slight look of praise.


    Xunziyou''s mood was complicated and touching for a moment.


    He never expected that he would be a late-stage elder of the Golden Elixir, one day he would rely on a foundation-building disciple to perform his merits in front of the ancestor.


    "It''s good that you''re fine. Go back and rest early..." Mr. Xun said gently.


    "Well, take care of yourself, disciple, let me go first." Mo Hua bowed respectfully and then stepped down.


    Xunziyou didn''t leave, he knew that the ancestor must have something to ask him.


    Sure enough, after Mo Hua left, Mr. Xun waved to him, "Tell me what happened."


    Xunziyou said everything.


    But many things are in a fog, such as the one he was carrying ink painting, the package that he didn''t know if it really existed.


    There are also some strange divine thoughts along the way.


    He didn''t say such incomprehensible things, but he said all the real things.


    For example, the Shen family, like a pit of thousands of people, like the descendants of the Great Desert, and the dragon vein.


    As Mr. Xun listened, his brows gradually frowned.


    He didn''t expect that Mo Hua would go to Gushan and go to the cemetery and so many big things would be involved.


    This child is not born with a "holy body of cause and effect"...


    Everything can be involved.


    "Old ancestor," Xun Ziyou frowned, "Is the matter of Gushan really done by the Shen family?"


    Mr. Xun said, "Did you see it?"


    "See," Xun Ziyou''s eyes were cold, "the dead bodies are everywhere..."


    "Whatever you see is what." Mr. Xun sighed.


    "Just..." Xun Ziyou frowned, "I still can''t believe that it was the fifth-rank righteous family appointed by Dao Ting, who actually did... such a crazy thing..."


    Mr. Xun sighed slightly, "This is the human heart. If you practice Taoism but not the mind, you will pursue fame and pursue profit. Over time, you will naturally do anything."


    "Then how will this matter end?" Xunzi said.


    Mr. Xun was not sure, and sighed, "This matter... is too complicated, undercurrents are surging and the storm is difficult to settle. Let''s wait and see what changes are..."


    Xunziyou nodded.


    "What are you talking about...what is the dragon vein?" Mr. Xun asked.


    "It''s still in the hands of Mo Hua." Xun Ziyou replied.


    This thing was obtained by the Ink Painting from Mr. Xuan, so it was naturally considered a thing from Ink Painting, and Xunziyou didn''t ask for it.


    Although this thing has a lot to do.


    But precisely because the dragon vein is too strong, it may not be a good thing to put in Mo Hua''s hands.


    "Do you want to... bring the dragon vein?" Xun Ziyou frowned, "I''m afraid that this thing will be left in Mo Hua''s hands, which will easily cause fire to burn your body..."


    Mr. Xun pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Don''t worry, let him play with it by himself first. If he gets tired of it, he will naturally hand it over."


    "He didn''t understand it himself. If you go to him and ask for it, he will be unhappy."


    Xunziyou: “…”


    Okay, those who are ancestors and elders must learn to consider the minor emotions of ink painting before doing things.


    However, it is also a good thing that the dragon vein is intercepted.


    Xunziyou said: "The remnants of the Great Wilderness have been plotting to rebel. Now the prince of the Great Wilderness has died at the bottom of the tomb of Gushan, and the dragon vein has fallen into Mo Hua''s hands..."


    "The inheritance is lost and the bloodline is cut off, so I guess it will not cause any storm. The war in the southern wilderness will probably be calm in the near future..."


    Xunziyou sighed softly, "The war has stopped, and fewer people can die..."


    Mr. Xun nodded slightly, but there was always some bad premonition in his heart.


    It seems that things will not be that simple.


    Xun Ziyou went through Gushan and fought several times, physically and mentally exhausted, but she didn''t think so much at this time.


    "Old ancestor, there is another thing..."


    Xun Ziyou also told Mr. Xun about what the Taixu Sect said about turning the sword into a true secret of killing the fallen mountain **** with the divine thoughts.


    Mr. Xun pondered for a moment and nodded, "This is the case."


    "Really?" Xun Ziyou was stunned.


    "This is the old Huangsheng calendar," Mr. Xun recalled, "In my Taixu Sect, there is indeed a record of the sword cultivator killing the **** of Gu Huangshan, but it is vague. The specific story is not clear."


    Xun Ziyou nodded, "What the ink painting said is true..."


    That''s good... He almost thought it was the magical sword made by the ink painting.


    After that, Mr. Xun and Xun Ziyou chatted again, asked for some details, and waved his hand, "Thank you for your hard work on this matter, so you should go back and rest early."


    Xun Ziyou nodded, "Okay, that junior, I''ve said goodbye."


    Xunziyou turned around and wanted to leave, but couldn''t help but feel a little confused, and asked in a low voice:


    "Old ancestor, you said... What are you going to do when Mo Hua is doing when you have nothing to do?"


    Mr. Xun was stunned and said nothing, but shook his head and said, "Go to rest."


    "yes."


    Xun Ziyou was just curious. He didn''t say it, and it was not convenient for him to ask. He bowed his hand and left.


    After Xun Ziyou left, Mr. Xun couldn''t help but frowned.


    He also found it a little strange.


    Although Gushan’s series of events involve great cause and effect, what does it have to do with ink painting?


    Why did he plunge in without regard to the danger?


    Or, what is the child who is in Mohua?


    Mr. Xun frowned.


    …


    Disciples are in the middle.


    Mo Hua first put Huang Shanjun’s natal statue in his cabinet and sealed it with a formation to avoid being seen by others.


    Of course, most people should not see it, but you must always prevent any problems before they happen.