Mo Hua said excitedly: "The sword transformed into a divine mind? How did it transform? What is the sword transformed like? How can it be driven by divine mind?"
Huang Shanjun's expression was complicated, "How did I know..."
I was the one who was killed by the "Divine Sword", not the one who used the "Divine Sword" to kill people...
Mo Hua said again: "Is that divine mind-turning sword very powerful?"
Huang Shanjun nodded, "Look at me, after I was killed, I will know how I am now in a down-and-out manner..."
Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun and questioned a little, "You are not amazing either..."
How can it be said that the "Sword of Divine Thought" is powerful?
Huangshan Jun was embarrassed and angry, "One time, another time!"
"I was the Lord of the Mountain back then! I had the final say in this mountain!"
"It's just that the mistake of the move, the heart is evil, and the Taoist practice is destroyed by one's own actions. This is so unbearable. If you lose it, the tiger falls into the sun and is... "
Mo Hua frowned and her eyes were dangerous.
Huang Shanjun immediately swallowed the three words "being bullied by 'dogs'".
It cannot be said that the tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by the "dog"...
This little monk is very capable, at least he is only a "little tiger" or a "little evil tiger"...
The little evil tiger who "eats people"...
If you can avoid provoking it, don't provoke it...
Mo Hua still didn't believe it, "Is it really amazing before?"
“That’s natural…”
Mo Hua thought, "This is the second-grade Xiaozhou realm of Qianzhou. No matter how powerful you are, you are just a second-grade mountain god. How powerful can you be?"
"You don't understand this...I used to..."
Huang Shanjun had a long and narrow face, and a conceited look on his face. But when he was halfway through, he stopped and smiled awkwardly:
“…It’s really just a second-grade mountain god…”
Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously.
Huang Shanjun was so guilty of being stared at by the ink painting that he looked at the sky with both eyes and pretended that nothing happened.
Mohua thinks it has a big problem, but now it is surrendered and it is not easy to take ruthlessness. At least it is a mountain god and cannot be too rude.
Ink painting is still more concerned about the "sword of the divine mind"...
"What does the sword cultivator who can transform into a magical sword look like? Whose name is, do you know?"
Huang Shanjun shook his head, "I don't know, I only remember him wearing white clothes, floating like an immortal, and that terrible sword intent. As for what he looks like, I didn't dare to look closely. Whose name is, I dare not ask..."
"Which sect is that?"
Huang Shanjun still shook his head.
Mo Hua looked at Huang Shanjun helplessly, disgustedly, "Why don't you know anything?"
Huangshanjun was very helpless.
What can I do?
I was slashed with a sword and couldn't avoid that person, so I dared not ask any questions.
"The white-clothed sword cultivator, kill the evil mountain god..."
Mo Hua can only record this clue, and then find a way to check it out after joining the sect.
See if you can find out the "Sword of God" and find the method of "Sword of God", master the method of releasing the divine consciousness and manifesting it into a sword...
In this way, if you encounter some evil spirits, or divine thoughts like Huangshanjun, you can also turn your divine consciousness into a sword and slash it with one sword...
Mo Hua muttered silently in her heart.
Huangshanjun immediately shivered.
It didn't know what Mo Hua was thinking about in her little head, but without thinking about it, it also knew that it was definitely not a good thing, and it might still be a terrible thing...
Otherwise, I wouldn't feel my neck chill...
"Mr...." Huang Shanjun showed an extremely kind and even a little flattering smile, "The wind is cool in the mountains, you can rest early, tomorrow morning, it's okay to go..."
It wants to send this little ancestor away as soon as possible...
"I'm not sleepy!" Mo Hua said.
There is a Taoist monument in his sea of ​​consciousness, and even if he doesn't sleep, he won't feel sleepy.
Huangshanjun felt bitter.
My little ancestor, please be sleepy.
If you are not sleepy, it is very difficult for me to endure this long night...
Ink painting still thinks of a lot of things.
For example, how can you become a mountain god? What is a good fate?
If a mountain god gives birth to evil spirits, will he become an evil god? Why should he eat incense? Why should he be worshipped?
Wait and wait...
It was still early before dawn, Mo Hua wanted to grab Huang Shanjun and asked clearly, but he was about to speak, but he was stunned and looked out the door.
Huang Shanjun was a little surprised when he saw the strangeness of the ink painting.
After a moment, he was also stunned.
"Someone is coming outside..."
Mo Hua nodded.
Huangshanjun looked stunned.
It now understood that the spiritual consciousness of this little monk must be extraordinary.
In my own mountain world, I can sense the movements in advance than I do.
"You have to hide..."
Huang Shanjun glanced at Mo Hua weakly and sought advice from Mo Hua.
Mo Hua nodded, and then it breathed a sigh of relief, turning into a wisp of white smoke, and the smoke merged into the statue of the mountain god.
The ink painting wiped out the warm fire array on the ground, and also used the lapse of water steps. It "walked" vertically along the wall and hid behind the huge but half-broken beams, used the hidden technique to hide well.
After a while, subtle footsteps outside the temple sounded.
Although the sound of steps was lowered, it was still clearly audible in the quiet mountain night, especially in the perception of ink paintings.
Two strange monks hid outside the temple gate, lowered their bodies, peeked into the temple, and at the same time released their spiritual sense and glanced around. Then they put down their guard and said to the back:
"Brother, there is no one in the temple..."
Someone was talking later.
"It's too late, this bird's road is too difficult to walk..."
"I've been tired for a few days..."
"Rest in the temple for a while..."
"Shanjun bless..."
"My head is on your own, your life is on your own hands. Shanjun bless you!"
...
A group of people chattered and walked into the dilapidated temple.
Ink paintings secretly looked through the gaps between beams and wood, through the moonlight, and saw that there were more than ten people in the dilapidated temple.
Most of them are early stage monks in foundation building.
There were those who held swords, those who were paired with swords, and several people were pushing roller coasters. There were several storage boxes on the car, and there were unknown what was placed in the box.
To be continued...