In front of the River Temple.
Mo Hua's small body is facing off against the tall and evil river god, but his momentum is not inferior at all.
The surrounding area is in ruins, with broken walls and dilapidated temples.
Most of the river temples were first submerged by the river god with the magical power of the immeasurable blood river, and then burned to death by the Lihuo Formation manifested by the ink painting's divine thoughts.
Among the ruins, the only ones left were the square where the fishermen worshiped and the main hall behind the river god.
The river god looked at Mo Hua with deep fear.
Mo Hua's eyes were happy and fearless, but he also felt a little troublesome in his heart, especially the "supernatural power" with such a river of blood.
Even for monks who cultivate their spiritual thoughts into swords, unless their sword intent reaches its peak, encountering such a powerful blood river magical power will probably be a disaster.
That senior sword cultivator back then should also have broken through this blood river magical power.
But when I was deducing the cause and effect in the ink painting, I didn't see it.
It should be that during the battle, the fluctuations in the battle of spiritual thoughts were too great, which blurred the cause and effect. When I deduced it, it just flashed by and I couldn't see the specific battle process.
That senior must have obtained the True Sword Transformation Sect from the Taixu Sect, and after years of training in the art of swordsmanship, he had such power of spiritual thought that he could confront the gods head-on.
However, ordinary monks, or even ordinary sword cultivators who turn their spiritual thoughts into swords, have absolutely no chance of survival when encountering such "supernatural powers" at the level of true gods.
"This is... the true power of the gods."
"Talented magical powers..."
Mo Hua was shocked, and then he couldn't help but have an idea:
"...I wonder if I can learn it?"
Supernatural power!
These two words sound very majestic!
If you learn it yourself, wouldn't you really be as powerful as a god?
The ink painting is a bit exciting.
However, he also knows that he is not a real "god". Since this magical power is an innate talent, I am afraid it cannot be learned.
What a pity...
Mo Hua stared at the River God again.
At present, he and this big fish head are evenly matched. It seems that it is not that easy to defeat it.
The river god also had the same idea.
It looked at the ink painting with a bit more solemnity in its expression, and said slowly in a hoarse voice:
"In the past few hundred years, you are the second person that I have found so troublesome."
"The first one is a sword cultivator."
"Hundreds of years ago, he came here alone, with one man and one sword, trying to destroy my orthodoxy. His sword skills are unpredictable and his sword intent is extremely sharp..."
"If I hadn't been more skilled, I would have almost fallen into his hands."
"But no matter how strong his sword intention is, he is still just a 'human' and cannot change the fact that his spiritual consciousness is fragile."
"But you are different..."
The river god's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of amazement.
"...Your spiritual will is very powerful; you have rich experience in spiritual killing; your spiritual means are also endless. You can manifest spells and even such profound formations..."
"It can be said that you are more like a 'god' than a 'human being'."
"But no matter how strong your spiritual sense is, your killing power is far less than that of that sword cultivator back then."
"His spiritual thoughts are too extreme. His spiritual thoughts turn into swords, and his divine thoughts are swords. Therefore, his sword can hurt me, but I can also easily injure him severely."
"And your divine will, which combines offense and defense, is too strong and balanced. Even if I use my magical powers, I can't kill you. But on the other hand, there's nothing you can do but I can't..."
The river god looked indifferent.
Mo Hua licked his lips, "How will you know if you don't try."
Then without saying a word, he suddenly rushed forward and fought with the river god.
If you are close, you will fight with fists and feet, if you are far away, you will use magic to control it. Occasionally, you will manifest a few formations and explode the river god.
The river god dealt with the ink painting, either using a bone harpoon and condensing blood thorns to fight, or using the magical power of the blood river to corrode the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.
But this time, the scale of the magical power was small. It only condensed a bloody river of evil thoughts within a few feet around the body, thereby limiting Mo Hua's attack.
After fighting like this for dozens of rounds, although Mo Hua had a slight upper hand, it was hard to tell the winner. Indeed, as the River God said, there was nothing he could do.
Mo Hua suddenly realized something, his hand was filled with golden light, and he punched out, but the river god blocked it with his blood-colored demonic claws.
Mo Hua took the opportunity to retreat, distanced himself, and said displeasedly:
"Are you stalling for time?"
When the river god saw that Mo Hua understood, he smiled slightly, showing his white fangs.
"You are a human being, and you have a physical body. I only need to drag you into this dream, and wait until your outer physical body rots away, or there is an accident and the physical body dies..."
"No matter how strong your spiritual thoughts are, they will become rootless duckweeds. You will either die or become evil and become evil ghosts..."
"If you die, you will fend for yourself."
"If you become an evil ghost, your vitality will be severely damaged. You are no match for me."
"So, from the moment you enter the dreamland, I will be invincible."
Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment, then said frankly:
"I give up. I don't want to play anymore. Can you let me out?"
The river god's eyelids twitched.
This kid is really thick-skinned.
It has lived for so long and has seen so many monsters, monsters, and gods. It has never seen anyone admit defeat so simply, so calmly, and so confidently.
But it doesn't believe it at all.
Although this little monk is young, he is cunning and weird. He cannot believe a word he says.
The river god sneered and did not answer.
Mo Hua sighed, then immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word.
The River God didn't care at first, but then he saw that the direction Mo Hua was running away from was the square where the fisherman was kneeling and worshiping, and his eyes flashed with a stern expression.
"You kid, you want to destroy my dojo?!"
The river god turned into blood and water, and with waves of evil thoughts, he immediately chased the ink painting.
But after chasing for a long time, until we reached the square, Mo Hua was still nowhere to be seen.
"Where have you gone?"
The river god frowned strangely.
It thought for a moment, then suddenly felt frightened and said in surprise:
"Main Hall!"
This kid, I don't know what means he used, actually concealed his aura and was making noises in the east and in the west.
He wants to steal the house!
The River God was so angry that his beard and hair stood out, and he immediately rolled back the river of blood and returned to the front of the hall at an even faster speed.
From a distance, it saw that the originally closed door of the main hall had been forcibly opened to create a hole, just enough for a child to get in.
"What a cunning little beast!!"
The river god was furious and rushed into the hall immediately.
Inside the main hall, there are blood silk and gold covers, carved beams and painted pillars, which are luxurious and luxurious. There are various skull-carved furnishings, as well as pearls transformed from blood-colored evil thoughts.
It's like a small dragon palace at the bottom of the river.
It's just that this "Dragon Palace", with its rich blood and dense bones, is somewhat like the underworld.
In the middle of the hall, there is an altar.
The altar reliefs are simple, the furnishings are luxurious, solemn and solemn.
In the center of the altar is a statue of the River God made of gold and stone. It looks the same as the River God, but two goat horns are grafted on the top of its head, which looks very strange.
Under the statue of the river god, there is an offering table.
The offering table was filled with fish sacrifices, and upon closer inspection they were all made of human flesh and bones.
In the middle of the altar table, there is a glazed fish tank filled with small blood-red fish.
Under the altar table, two children were kneeling, none other than Yu Dahe's two sons.
At this time, they were kneeling devoutly to the statue of the river god. Two special blood fish were wandering in their minds, seemingly "assimilating" the two children.
The two children seemed to be "alienated". They had blood-colored gills on their cheeks, cyan fish scales on their skin, and signs of fins on their hands and feet. They seemed to be turning into two "little river boys" little by little.
At this time, Mo Hua was standing in front of the altar, touching his chin, thinking, and nodding slightly.
First of all, he guessed correctly.
The river god used the magical power of the infinite blood river and flooded most of the river temple, but only two places were not flooded, one was the square and the other was the main hall.
In the square, there are believers of the River God, which is the foundation for preaching.
The door to the main hall is closed. I have never entered, so I don't know what is inside.
But the river god has never flooded the main hall, it must be because there is something as important as the foundation of preaching in this main hall, or even more important.
Since it was hard to tell the winner, Mo Hua thought it would be better to take a closer look, so he pretended to run away to the square, but in fact used his stealth skills to return secretly, broke down the door of the main hall, entered the real "home" of the River God, and saw the real altar.
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The river god never expected that the ink painting would remain hidden.
I never expected that Mo Hua would be so courageous and cunning!
It looked at the ink painting and was so angry that it trembled all over.
Mo Hua stood in front of the altar, squinting at the river god and smiling.
The river god instantly understood what Mo Hua wanted to do, and his heart trembled with fear, and he shouted in shock:
"How dare you!?"
Naturally, there is nothing that I am afraid of when it comes to ink painting.
With lightning speed, he picked up the glass fish tank, smashed it to the ground, and trampled the bloody fish in the tank to death one by one.
Then he raised his foot and kicked the altar table over, turned around and kicked it again, knocking down the statue of the river god. He even jumped on top of the statue of the river god and broke off the two horns of the statue.
Ink painting moves very quickly.
The River God was far away and couldn't stop him, so he could only watch the ink paintings misbehaving, and in the blink of an eye, the entire altar was turned into a mess.
The river god's heart is bleeding.
This was an altar that it had painstakingly built over hundreds of years, but it was all destroyed in the blink of an eye.
Anger filled his heart, the river god's evil thoughts boiled, and the blood on his robe was so thick that it turned black.
When the altar was destroyed and the glazed fish tank was smashed, the bloody fish evil spirits in the minds of Yu Dahe's two sons were like fish out of water. They gradually withered to death in just a few breaths.
The two children also stopped alienating.
The true meaning of ink painting is true.
To eradicate evil, we must do everything we can, and to drive out evil we must treat the root cause.
The altar is the key to everything.
At this time, in the square, the fisherman who was kneeling to the river god saw the blood fish in his mind dying of dehydration one by one.
The eyes of the fishermen cultivators gradually became clear.
As if waking up from a nightmare, with hazy cognitive retrospection, they gradually regained some consciousness, and at the same time, they were also escaping from the dreamland little by little.
The entire river temple seemed to be shaking slightly.
This "collective nightmare" was constructed by the river god, but supported by the faith of the fishermen.
Now that the altar has been destroyed, the nightmare has lost its origin. Once Yu Xiu wakes up and escapes from the nightmare, the foundation of the entire nightmare will inevitably be shaken.
The river god's eyes were already red.
It was already vigilant enough, but it never expected that it would encounter such an outrageous little human beast today.
Not only is his spiritual mind ridiculously strong, but his mind is also deceitful and cunning.
And the fact that he made an attack in the east and destroyed the altar directly shows that he is not ignorant of the way of the gods.
It's even possible to know a lot.
The taboos in the way of the gods are only spread among the gods, and only a drop in the bucket known to mortals.
Which bastard god was the one who told this little evil beast who deserved to be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts to tell the taboos of the gods?!
The body of the River God began to twist and deform.
The fish's head also seemed to have a tumor, growing in size and shrinking constantly.
It is not only because of anger, but also because the "nightmare" was broken, which shook its origin.
"good……"
The River God's voice was hoarse and distorted, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.
"You want to destroy my Taoist temple, cut off my foundation, and destroy my Shinto..."
"Then I will eat all the animals and animals to strengthen my spiritual consciousness, and then I will slowly torture you, the little brat, and eat them alive..."
The river god turned into a river of blood and disappeared in an instant.
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and realized something was wrong. He quickly turned into running water and rushed to the square in the front hall.
When we arrived at the square, we saw a bloody scene in the middle of the square.
A deformed fish monster with a fat fish head, a monster-like body, blood-red body, and fish tentacles as thick as tentacles, scattered around, restraining the fishing cultivators and sucking spiritual consciousness from them.
The fishermen who woke up looked frightened and struggled to escape.
Mo Hua could tell at a glance that this fish monster was the transformation of the river god.
His spiritual thoughts flowed, manifesting five elements of magic, using golden blades, water arrows, and fireballs at the same time, killing the bloody fish tentacles around him, cutting off or burning them one by one.
But there are so many fish tentacles that the ink painting cannot cut through them.
Even if the formation method is used, it has little effect.
But the power of the river god is getting stronger little by little, the fish's whiskers are getting stronger, and the evil thoughts in his body are reaching the peak step by step.
It even inspired an evil thought that did not belong to it.
This evil thought was extremely familiar to Mo Hua, and he had even "eaten" it before.
The Great Evil God...
Mo Hua frowned, his expression extremely solemn, then he gritted his teeth and began to concentrate, as if he wanted to form a large formation to use against the River God.
But before he could finish manifesting, several bloody fish tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced into his calves. Then they tied Mo Hua tightly and hung him in front of the river god.
Mo Hua struggled on his own, but the evil thoughts of the God of Wilderness were wrapped around the fish's tentacles. They were extremely strong and tied Mo Hua tightly.
No matter how hard Mo Hua struggled, he couldn't break free.
The River God's voice was cold, with a hint of sarcasm:
"No need to struggle..."
"I have said before, although your spiritual will is strong, it is too balanced. It is strong in everything, but it is not extremely strong."
"Unlike that sword cultivator back then, his spiritual thoughts are far inferior to yours, but his spiritual thoughts turned into swords are extremely sharp..."
"So he can hit me hard, but you can't!"
"You can't break my divine body. There's nothing you can do to me in my nightmare."
After hearing this, Mo Hua stopped struggling and seemed to have given up resistance.
After a moment, his clear voice sounded again.
"Is there a possibility..."
Mo Hua looked at the river god who was very close to him, and suddenly smiled brightly, "...I can also turn my spiritual thoughts into swords?"
The river god was startled, and then his pupils suddenly widened, full of shock.
At the same time, a very sharp golden light suddenly appeared.
The majestic and qualitative spiritual thoughts, which are comparable to the power of the gods, all pour into Mo Hua's right hand, and are continuously compressed and condensed to form an extremely thick and extremely condensed sword shape.
The shape of the sword is rough, like a sword embryo, but the spiritual thought contained within it is extremely sharp and has a killing intent.
It's like a sword condensed with powerful divine power!
A bit of spiritual essence is integrated into the sword, and the sword is sharpened.
With a casual wave of the ink painting, pale golden light flashed and condensed into golden threads, easily cutting off all the tenacious fish tentacles of evil thoughts in front of him!
There was huge fear in the eyes of the river god.
The crisis of life and death is right in front of us, and it is even more terrifying than the crisis of the sword hundreds of years ago.
The river god struggled and backed away, wanting to stay away from Mo Hua and this "little king of hell" holding a golden sword in his hand.
But it's too late.
Mo Hua's body flashed and he was already in front of it. He pressed its shoulder with his left hand and stabbed it suddenly with the sword of spiritual thought in his right hand.
The golden light was sharp and invincible, and it pierced the river god's chest directly.
Just like the sword that the swordsman thrust out hundreds of years ago.
But the sword cultivated by the swordsman is silver.
The sword drawn in ink is golden.
The divine mind is powerful and fused with the light golden marrow, making it a true "god" sword.
The river god's chest was broken open by the light golden sword light.
The sword energy transformed from divine thoughts strangled the bloody evil thoughts in his chest to pieces.
Huge blood mist suddenly spurted out in all directions.
The evil thoughts of the River God also continued to escape to the surroundings, and its entire divine body, like a deflated ball, gradually shriveled up and finally returned to its original shape.
The fishermen who were sucked by the river god's fish tentacles also escaped from the clutches one after another.
There was still panic in their eyes, and they looked at the monster-like river god in the middle.
This is...the River God?!
The fishing cultivators who had just woken up from their nightmares were frightened and looked uncertain.
Then they saw an even more incredible scene...
A young monk with a pale golden light wrapped around his body and holding a golden sword in his hand dragged the River God to a platform, then held the River God's head with his left hand, raised the sword with his right hand, and drew a dazzling golden light. The River God
His head was chopped off neatly.
This shocking scene shocked the hearts of all the fishermen, leaving them horrified and unable to calm down for a long time.
The river god was turned into a sword by the ink-painting spirit and his head was cut off.
The entire river temple lost its owner, shook violently in an instant, and began to collapse.
The nightmare also began to collapse faster.
The figures of the fishing cultivators gradually disappeared.
They were forcibly expelled from the nightmare.
Including Yu Dahe's two children, as well as Gu An, Gu Quan and others, they also gradually woke up from the nightmare...
The river god was killed by the sword transformed from his spiritual thoughts, and his body and head were missing, gradually turning into a pool of thick blood.
This pool of blood is made up of evil thoughts.
But there is no light golden essence.
Mo Hua frowned, but time was limited, so he took a deep breath first and swallowed all the evil thoughts of the River God into his stomach.
But it's too late to refine it yet.
Mo Hua estimated that there was still some time, so he returned to the main hall and came to the altar.
The altar has been destroyed.
The statue of the river god fell over, the altar table overturned, the glass vat was broken, and the evil sacrifices were scattered all over the floor. As the dream collapsed, it gradually distorted and turned into wisps of evil energy.
Mo Hua rummaged through the entire altar, but found nothing of value.
There is no divine essence.
There is nothing that can be "eaten".
The faint evil spirit that remained was not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth, and Mo Hua looked down on him at all.
"Why is this altar so poor?"
Mo Hua sighed, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small blood-stained fish swimming out of the statue.
A fish that slipped through the net?
Mo Hua immediately wanted to reach out and crush the little fish to death.
At the critical moment of life and death, Xiaoyu swung his body with all his strength, throwing out all the dirty blood all over his body, revealing his silver-white body.
Little whitebait?
Mo Hua was startled, with a slightly surprised look on his face, but when he saw that this little silver fish had no aura of blood or contamination from evil spirits, he had kind thoughts and spared its life.
The shivering little whitebait nodded repeatedly towards the ink painting, as if thanking him, and then turned into a ray of silver light and swam away to no one knows where.
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Chapter completed!