Chapter 700 Magical Powers (Thank you Shu Shiouo for the reward, leader~)
On Mo Hua's body, the three layers of strange thoughts disappeared, and everything returned to the same state as before, just like a simple little monk.
But at this moment, he was looking at Master She with an expressionless face and a hint of majesty in his pale golden pupils, as if he were looking at an ant crawling on the ground.
Master She's eyes were horrified.
Suddenly, he had the illusion of facing a "god".
So many ferocious and terrifying monsters were all wiped out by the little King of Hell in just one round.
Is this really something that “humans” can do?
But it's impossible...
Master She knew in his heart that this little monk did have a physical body, and his consciousness was indeed brought into the dream from the sea of ​​consciousness.
He is indeed a human being!
However, if the spiritual mind is so strong, can it really be regarded as a "human"...
Master She looked pale and couldn't believe it.
"Old bastard."
Mo Hua shouted, but when he saw Master She was distracted and frightened, he reached out and grabbed his neck and carried him forward.
After walking a few steps, Mo Hua remembered something and turned back to look at the demonic energy floating around after being burned and killed. He felt that it could not be wasted, so he opened his mouth and took a sudden breath.
The demonic thoughts that filled the sky were all sucked into the mouth by the ink painting.
This scene was seen by Master She, and he trembled all over and lost his soul.
Not only was this little monk not eaten by the demon, but now he was the opposite...
"Eating" monsters?
"What kind of little monster did I introduce into Lord River God's temple..."
Master She's face turned ashen.
Evil demons are hatched from the remaining fearful consciousness of the followers of the evil god who were tortured to death by blood, but their essence is no longer human "spiritual consciousness".
Rather, it is an evil thought that feeds on human consciousness.
The ink painting absorbed a large amount of demonic and evil thoughts, and after some refining, it not only made up for the large amount of spiritual consciousness consumed just now, but also its own spiritual thoughts seemed to have become stronger.
His spiritual consciousness took a clear step from the sixteenth line to the seventeenth line.
I wonder if the evil gods here are raising the demons themselves. Their evil thoughts are fatter, and their refined consciousness is more abundant.
In comparison, the demon in Yu'er's nightmare is much "thinner".
And I don’t know if they have been “eaten” too much. In recent days, the number of demons in Yu’er’s dreams has become less and less.
Mo Hua has been "hungry" for a long time, and now it is rare to have a "full meal".
After devouring the evil thoughts of the demon, Mo Hua pinched the back of Master She's neck with one hand and dragged him to continue walking into the River Temple.
As he walked, Mo Hua could feel that the atmosphere in the Heshen Temple was getting more and more depressing.
The golden light all around was filled with blood.
Walking all the way to the main hall at the back, Mo Hua looked up and saw a huge statue of the river god.
This statue of a river god has a fish face and a human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with clouds and waves, with both hands clasping hands at the side of the body, a mouth as bloody as a basin, and white teeth. It sits high and has a majestic and terrifying gaze.
It is very similar to the statue in the temple outside.
But it is larger, and the spiritual aura is more powerful, like a living god.
When Master She saw the statue of the river god, he no longer pretended to be paralyzed. He immediately knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound and knocked his head on the stone bricks. His movements were extremely pious and he said tremblingly:
"Believers have seen Lord River God and Lord God!"
The river god looked majestic and ignored him.
Mo Hua raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Are you the River God?"
Master She was trembling in his heart.
This kid, relying on his own abilities, is really bold!
When I met the River God, not only did I not kneel down or say anything, I even rudely called the River God by his name, showing no respect at all!
Those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at riding will fall.
If you have a little ability, you don't know how high the sky is, and sooner or later you will die without a burial place.
How can I allow you to be so presumptuous in front of Lord River God?
Master She secretly mocked in his heart.
But what he didn't expect was that the river god actually spoke.
"yes……"
This voice was extremely rich, solemn and solemn. It echoed in the Heshen Temple and actually had a faint accent.
Master She buried his head lower.
He was afraid that he would lose his manners in front of the River God and thereby make the River God displeased, but at the same time, he was also a little shocked in his heart.
I have sacrificed so many times in the past two hundred years, and the Lord River God has never given me even a few words of instruction.
But this kid, looking directly at the god, speaking without meaning, was so rude... Lord River God actually responded to his words?
And he doesn't seem very angry?
Master She was a little unbelievable.
"You have offended the majesty of God..." the River God's rich and experienced voice said.
Master She's heart trembled.
The river god is indeed angry, this boy is going to be in trouble!
"I can forget the past and let the past go..." the river god continued.
Master She: "..."
Mo Hua was also a little surprised, "I broke into your river temple, saw your secrets, and killed the demons you raised. How can you forget about it?"
On the fish head of the river god, the face is strange, showing no emotion or anger, but his voice reveals compassion:
"God loves the world, but you are still young and ignorant."
Mo Hua asked strangely: "Then you are willing to let me go?"
The River God nodded and said: "Natural."
"I still have a few companions," Mo Hua said.
"They can leave too."
"There are still two children who were killed by this old bastard before..." Mo Hua pointed at Master She who was kneeling on the ground and continued:
"... He gave it to you as a sacrifice, and I want to take it back."
The River God was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly focused, and he said slowly:
"These two children are blessed. I originally wanted to accept them as children in front of the throne, but your blessing is higher than theirs..."
"If you want these two children, you can take them away."
Master She, who was kneeling on the ground piously, was completely stunned at that moment.
Did I...hear it wrong?
How dare this little brat ask for someone in front of Lord River God? Make demands over and over again?
And with such a rude request, Lord River God...
You actually agreed?!
Could it be that the River God is not a murderous evil god, but a kind god who saves all sentient beings?
This is wrong...
But on the other hand, Mo Hua seems not satisfied yet.
He thought for a moment and then said: "I also want to take away the fisherman in the square."
At this moment, the River God's expression froze, his eyes were already somewhat cold and indifferent, and his tone was no longer kind.
"Little monk, only by being content can you always be happy, and only by starting well can you end well."
"I have made an exception for my gift to you. Don't push it too far, otherwise it will lead to disaster..."
Mo Hua also nodded and said: "Yes, you hang fish heads, sell mutton, kill so many people, eat so much spiritual consciousness, and practice so many evil spirits, you should know enough is enough..."
"I'm making an exception by talking to you so loudly. Don't push yourself too far, otherwise it will lead to disaster..."
The fish head of the river god suddenly became ferocious, and the cold and dull fish eyes revealed an evil look.
Its voice is like the frost covering the harsh winter:
"You... know?"
"How do you know?"
Hanging fish heads and selling mutton...
The river god's fish eyes instantly turned scarlet red, "You are so courageous, little human being!"
Mo Hua stopped talking, jumped up and punched out.
Everyone in Master She is numb.
The River God sneered, and slowly stretched out his huge demon claws, wrapped in blood, and grabbed Mo Hua.
The white and tender fist struck the huge demon claw.
With a roar, the fluctuations of spiritual thoughts spread to all directions.
The river god's smile suddenly solidified.
Its huge demonic claw was directly blasted through by Mo Hua's fist, and the shadow of the spiritual thoughts above the demonic claw dimmed a bit.
After punching through the demon's claws, Mo Hua followed up with another punch, heading straight for the river god's fish-headed door.
The River God's eyes trembled with fear, and he no longer dared to lift himself up. He quickly stood up and retreated.
Mo Hua threw his fist in the air, a light blue light flashed from his body, he used Water Step, and continued to attack the River God.
The River God dodged twice, but due to his huge body, he could not avoid it, so he was punched in the abdomen by Mo Hua.
The small punch contained so much power that the whole body of the River God trembled.
The river god was furious, "Okay, you ignorant boy, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine. Don't blame me for being rude today!"
A burst of blood mist surged up, spread for a moment, and then suddenly rolled back and condensed around the river god.
The body of the River God has not grown in size, but has shrunk. He is only one head taller than a normal adult monk, but his body shape has become more condensed.
It seems that the statue-like appearance of Shicai was made by him to distract his spiritual thoughts and deliberately become taller to intimidate the believers.
As the spiritual thoughts spread, the power will also spread.
It looks like this now, with the spiritual thoughts condensed in the body, which is its true posture.
Mo Hua's eyes lit up and his fighting spirit became stronger.
Ever since his spiritual consciousness changed and he swallowed the divine marrow, he has yet to lose a single battle over his spiritual consciousness.
Ordinary monsters are no match for him.
He really wants to know how strong the "physical" power of his spiritual thoughts is, and whether he can compete head-on with the real "god" and have a showdown.
Mo Hua didn't hesitate, he ducked, rushed forward, raised his fist, and punched the river god in the face.
The river god made an accident and was punched in the face by Mo Hua. The fish's gills were deformed and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.
After standing still, the River God's eyes turned completely red.
Its ferocious nature was completely aroused, and its robes embroidered with cloud and wave patterns actually turned blood red.
"court death!"
The river god roared in a low voice, like a demon, with claws like the wind, killing directly towards Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was not afraid and started fighting the river god head on.
For a moment, figures intertwined, fists and claws clashed, and the strong power of spiritual thoughts, like the trembling of thunder drums, continued to spread to the surroundings, shaking the temple built in dreams, causing the floor tiles to shatter and the walls to be mottled.
Master She was afraid of being affected, so he had already trembled and hid aside. Watching the Mo Hua fight with the river god, he was shocked in his heart.
"This teenage kid is actually fighting with the 'gods' hand-to-hand with the power of his spiritual thoughts?!"
Master She felt it was extremely ridiculous.
And after dozens of rounds of fighting with Mo Hua, there was still no winner.
The River God couldn't help but look coldly, and a light golden color condensed on the demon's claws. The light golden color also oozed with little bits of blood red.
The fish head of the river god revealed a sneer.
The pale golden demon claws, carrying the fishy wind, suddenly tore towards the ink painting.
Mo Hua sensed something was wrong, so he imitated the River God and fused the pale golden marrow thread into his fist, then punched out and collided head-on with the River God's demonic claws.
More turbulent fluctuations came, two spiritual thoughts strangled, and the masonry on the ground was shattered.
Then, one person and one spirit were equally divided, and each took two steps back.
Mo Hua felt a little pain in his little fist and couldn't help but rub it.
The river god's demonic claws were completely indestructible, but his expression changed and he looked at the ink painting in shock, "You are not a human?!"
Mo Hua was unhappy, "You are not a human being!"
Then he reacted, "Oh yes, you are indeed not a human being."
The river god was slightly stunned, his eyes cold, "You have the marrow of a god, are you a human or a god?"
The ink painting is smiling and silent.
When the river god saw this, he couldn't help but look angry and sneered:
"Don't think that just because you got some magical essence by chance, you dare to despise the gods."
"The gods are the masters of all the spirits in the world, and the ways of the gods are the taboos on the road to immortality. You know nothing about them."
"Forget it," the river god held his right hand emptyly and formed a bone harpoon. There were five barbs on the tip of the harpoon, stained with blood poison.
"No matter where you come from, you will become a sacrifice to me today."
"How can I refuse to accept the divine essence that is delivered to my door?"
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.
The river god raised the bone harpoon high, and on the harpoon, there were blood thorns condensed by rotten evil thoughts. In just an instant, they shot through the air towards Mo Hua.
The water shadow on Mo Hua's body flashed, and he used Water Step to avoid it calmly.
The river god sneered, and on the bone harpoon, blood thorns condensed one after another, extremely scarlet, and pierced the ink painting more densely.
Mo Hua saw that he couldn't escape, so he pointed at a point, and the fireball condensed and drew a line of fire, flying straight towards the River God.
The fireball and the blood thorn collided in the air, turning into a red mist of blood and fire.
The river god looked startled, "Spell?"
Ink painting is no nonsense either.
Since you don't want to play close combat, then use long-range spells.
He is not a physical practitioner, and close combat is not his strong point.
The pupils of the ink painting are deep, the spiritual thoughts are flowing, the fingers are clicking, and fireballs are connected end to end, like crossbow arrows, heading straight towards the river god.
At first, the river god wanted to use the bone harpoon to fight with the blood thorn.
But within a moment, it discovered that there were more and more fireballs, and they were getting faster and faster, which was several times faster than the speed at which its blood thorns condensed.
The dense fireballs were so dense that the bloody thorns couldn't stop them.
In just a few rounds, a fireball hit the river god and exploded into a cloud of fire mist.
Then more and more fireballs hit the River God one after another, and the flames exploded and engulfed the River God's divine body.
After a while, the fire dissipated and the River God was revealed. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.
But its expression was completely ferocious, its beard and gills were spread out, and its fangs were exposed. It no longer had the majesty of a god, and it looked like a river monster.
This kid is so troublesome!
"It seems that these methods cannot defeat you..."
"In this case, I will let you see the true way of the gods, so that you can know what the true gods are!"
Mo Hua's expression was slightly stern, and he felt that the aura of the entire river god was getting stronger and stronger.
At the same time, a mysterious, Taoist aura emerged from the River God.
Mo Hua remembered that Huangshan Jun said that gods are born adhering to the great road and are born to control part of the rules of heaven and earth.
At this time, the surroundings of the River Temple were soaked with water vapor, as if penetrated by the laws of the water system, and all the divine structures began to gradually distort due to the interference of the laws.
A drop of blood dripped from the sky and fell to the floor, splashing with bloody water.
Then the second drop, the third drop... became more and more dense.
It rained blood from the sky.
Mo Hua felt something was wrong.
This blood rain is too weird, and the aura of the laws of heaven and earth around it is too strong, which is not a good thing at first glance.
Mo Hua didn't know what move the big fish-headed river god wanted to use, so he greased the soles of his feet and sneaked away.
The Thirty-six Strategies are to take action first, avoid the sharp edges first, and then plan for the long term.
But before he could run far, the fish-headed river god suddenly opened his mouth and said with a ferocious smile:
"Want to run? It's too late!"
"This will allow you to see that gods are born according to the principles of heaven and earth, and have the innate method to understand the mysteries of all things..."
"Supernatural power - immeasurable river of blood!"
Mo Hua was shocked when he heard this.
Supernatural power?!
God’s innate method?
He had never heard of it, and even Huangshan Jun had never mentioned it.
As soon as He Shen's voice fell, he transformed into Tao with his body, as if he was integrated with the blood rain of heaven and earth.
Then the blood rain became heavier and heavier, and within a dozen breaths, it gathered into a vast river of blood, rushing and sweeping like an evil dragon making waves, destroying all the walls, buildings, and palaces in the temple.
From in front of the River Temple, the river of blood surged, swallowing everything, and spread to the apse, but stopped in front of the square.
In the square, many fisher cultivators knelt down and worshiped.
They prayed out of their sufferings and provided faith to the river god, who did not want to damage his own foundation.
But such a vast river of blood is enough to annihilate the ink painting.
The ink painting is drowned in water, as if imprisoned in an endless water prison, with chest tightness and suffocation.
The river of blood is entangled with the laws of gods, the evil thoughts of evil gods, and the power of bloody evil thoughts.
It is like the poison of spiritual consciousness, the rotten water of spiritual thoughts, corroding the incarnation of divine consciousness in ink paintings all the time.
The ink painting was swallowed up by the river of immeasurable blood, like a child drowning in bloody water. The little hands and feet struggled on their own, but they could only watch themselves being caught in the whirlpool and sinking to the bottom of the evil and bloody river.
The river god looked at this scene and showed a cold smile.
But after a while, its smile solidified again.
Something's wrong...
The river god's eyes were slightly frightened, and his expression became more and more solemn.
It felt that an aura similar to "Tao" spread, expanded, and condensed at the bottom of the river until... it burst out like a volcano.
The blood river instantly turned red.
Even bright red.
But this kind of red is not blood red, but fiery red.
It's like a volcano erupted at the bottom of the river, and fire spewed out, burning the river water hot.
The surface of the river gradually boiled, and a large amount of blood evaporated.
In the vast blood river, a large piece of blood was evaporated out of thin air, and then other blood flowed backwards, rolled back, forming a vortex, and then was evaporated into water vapor bit by bit.
This cycle goes on and on until the entire river of blood is evaporated by the raging fire.
There is a burning heat in the air.
White steam curled up.
The remaining blood rain carries a scalding temperature.
But the ink painting stood there, with blazing fire surrounding it.
The endless river of blood was burned away by him.
The river god took a deep breath and looked extremely serious.
Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at the River God. With a serious face, he said his move domineeringly:
"Supernatural power!"
"The fire of karma burns the river!"
The river god was startled, and finally couldn't hold it back any longer and cursed loudly:
"Young kid! What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I can't see it? You just used a formation!"
"Almost..." Mo Hua muttered.
The river god's eyelids twitched wildly.
Formations, magical powers...
In a sense, it's almost the same.
But can this level of formation really be performed by humans?
How much depth of understanding of formations is needed to create such a powerful formation in a dream and with the help of spiritual thoughts in the blink of an eye?
At that moment, the god and his followers had the same idea.
Can this kid... really be considered a "human"?
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Chapter completed!