Divine punishment is still intensifying, and it is the punishment of several crimes at the same time.
Mr. Tu's bones were broken inch by inch, his flesh and blood was twisted into twists, and blood seeped into the floor. But Mr. Tu did not dare to resist or beg for mercy, so he could only bear it all.
His hatred for Taixu Sect, along with this pain, continued to penetrate deep into his bones.
If it hadn't been for Taixu Sect... the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons would not have been destroyed, Rouge Boat would not have been swept away, and his plans would not have been hampered in every way.
Now that the Demon Sect is being surrounded and suppressed, the main force is still the twenty Jindan elders from Taixu Sect!
Mr. Tu was so filled with hatred that he almost broke his teeth.
At the same time, divine punishment is coming to an end.
After a period of pain that was as crushing as bones and ashes, and the mental punishment of the Three Thousand Purgatory of the Wilderness and various tortures, Mr. Tu finally took a breather.
He has been planning for thousands of years as the master of the wilderness.
The "divine punishment" I have suffered over the past thousand years is far less severe and cruel than the short period of a few years.
All of this is given by the Taixu Sect, which believes in the fierce god.
He will never forget this grudge.
Mr. Tu's flesh and blood squirmed, the white bones gave birth to flesh, and the flesh regenerated skin. He turned into a human form again, prostrate on the ground, kowtowed to the huge sheep bone statue in front of him, and replied piously:
"The evil dragon that I worked so hard to raise for my master's divine fetus ran away. He had a different heart and felt that his blood was noble and unwilling to dedicate everything to you, the divine master."
"I will find him and skin him."
"Blood Refining Sect, Ten Thousand Demon Mountains... I borrowed their Taoist traditions to spread the reputation of the God Lord, which aroused their covetousness. They also want to get involved in the Qianxue State and get a piece of the pie..."
"It doesn't matter. Once the catastrophe is approaching, allowing these real demon sects to make trouble will also provide richer sacrifices for the resurrection of the God Lord..."
"At that time, those who believe will live and those who do not believe will die, and these demon sects are no exception."
"These demonic cultivators are so accustomed to killing people and being so lawless that they have no idea that there are real horrors in this world that they cannot imagine."
"The divine fetus of Dragon King Temple has fallen silent..."
"The fierce god of Taixu Sect is worthy of being the great enemy of the God Lord. He can actually suppress the power of the God Fetus. It is really terrifying, but that's all."
"I still have a backup plan. I will have a more suitable 'divine fetus' to serve as the 'container' for your coming."
"The situation has become more urgent..."
"The Taoist court is aware of it, and the aristocratic families have become vigilant. The Taixu Sect is even more tit-for-tat with us, and the evil gods are also eyeing us."
"Today, the Demon Sect has been completely surrounded and suppressed before it has even developed..."
"Someone is forcing me to move forward with my plan."
"In that case...then I won't wait any longer."
Mr. Tu had a ferocious look on his face, "The next Taoism conference..."
"I will go to the border of Xuzhou, and the blood will flow into a river, and I will slaughter all the thousands of monks, turn this world into purgatory, and welcome the coming of the God Lord!"
Mr. Tu's expression was fanatical, and he was recovering rapidly along with the injuries all over his body. He seemed to be an evil god in the dark, who was "rewarding" his loyalty after hearing the good news of his recovery.
Mr. Tu was trembling and kneeling on the ground. Under the dim green candlelight, his face was ghastly and terrifying, like a demon.
"The next Taoism conference... there will be rivers of blood..."
…
Taixumen, where the disciples live.
Mo Hua woke up suddenly and broke into a cold sweat.
He seemed to have foreseen something terrible, even though everyone was awake and still feeling frightened.
"What's going on? I...had a nightmare?" Mo Hua murmured.
"No, I don't dream, and..."
"Who dares to give me nightmares?"
Mo Hua frowned and touched his forehead, finding that his forehead was cold and covered with cold sweat.
He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to trace the cause and effect, but as soon as he thought about it, he felt like he was in the vast sea, boundless, and he had no idea where to find the cause and effect, which made him feel lingering fear.
I don’t even know what the cause and effect is.
"Is it an illusion? Or...am I too tired?"
Mo Hua was silent for a moment, still having no idea, so he lay down on the bed again, wanting to sleep again.
But he doesn't sleep very often, and he rarely sleeps once. After being woken up for no reason, he can't fall asleep again.
"That's all, let's practice the formation..."
If your mind is uncertain and you are unsure about something, practice the formation first.
I have become accustomed to ink painting.
He sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and began to consolidate and practice some formations of the nineteen lines and even the peak of the nineteen lines on the Taoist monument.
Practice makes perfect in everything, and the same goes for formations.
According to the plan, Mo Hua practiced some high-level formations of the second grade and nineteen lines more than ten times to warm up his hands, and then began to practice the counter-spirit formation of the second grade and twenty lines.
He can't master this formation yet and can't draw it completely, but he can practice it first.
Anyway, his current formation level has reached a bottleneck, and apart from practicing the ultimate formation, there is no other formation to learn.
In this way, I practiced until dawn, and Mo Hua opened his eyes.
Facing the morning sun, covered with morning light, I practiced the exercises for a while, refined the spiritual stones for a week, accumulated some spiritual power, and went to class as usual.
Sitting in the preaching room, listening to the elders teaching.
Mo Hua changed from the "mastermind" who pushed for the destruction of the Demon Sect to a diligent young disciple in the Taixu Sect.
A few days later, Mo Hua asked Gu Changhuai to inquire about the aftermath of the Demon Sect's destruction.
The two of them were drinking and eating together in a restaurant in Taixu City.
The restaurant belongs to the Gu family.
Mo Hua had worked hard to exterminate the demon sect. In order to reward Mo Hua, Gu Changhuai specially treated him to another meal.
Ink painting is not polite either.
He knew that Uncle Gu was a "rich man", so he would not save spiritual stones for him.
While Mo Hua was eating, Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to Mo Hua:
"The leader of the Demon Sect has escaped. Daotingsi has blocked the border of the third-level state and is doing its best to hunt him down, but..."
Gu Changhuai frowned.
"You can't catch it," Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai nodded, "The leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage has the power of the evil dragon. Several elders from the Taixu Sect in the late Golden Core stage have not been able to kill him. It would be difficult to hunt him down."
Mo Hua didn't like what he said, so he defended Xun Ziyou and other elders:
"It's because this demon is too strong, it's not because our elders from the Taixu Sect are weak!"
Gu Changhuai also admitted.
This leader of the demon sect possesses the power of an evil dragon and can swallow up huge amounts of blood. He is so powerful that he cannot be subdued by ordinary monks.
On the other hand, it was fortunate that several elders from the Taixu Sect worked together to suppress the Demon Sect leader, and even forced him to escape.
Otherwise, if this devil is allowed to go on a killing spree, Daotingsi will kill and injure many monks, and the consequences will be disastrous.
They didn't expect this before.
Gu Changhuai nodded and said: "The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation. The elders have moral integrity and extraordinary cultivation. Thanks to them this time, we can suppress the Demon Sect and destroy the Demon Cultivator."
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
Uncle Gu has been "hanging out" with him for a long time, and he has begun to speak well and be obedient.
"Where are the other Demon Sect elders? Are they all dead? Is there any fish that slipped through the net?" Mo Hua asked again.
Gu Changhuai counted them one by one:
"As you said before, the greedy ninth elder is dead. The short and skinny demon cultivator elder was beheaded by Elder Xun. The oldest second elder is dead. The other elders are almost dead as well. The remaining
Yes, there is only one Elder Bear Demon, and the 'Elder You' you mentioned..."
"I ordered people to check, but no corpses of these two golden pills were found near the Demon Sect. Elder Xiong at least had his head exposed, and his arm was cut by Elder Xunziyou's sword. As for Elder You, from the beginning to the end,
Then disappeared."
Mo Hua couldn't help but slow down while chewing his elbow.
This Elder You is really not that simple...
Did he get the news from Daotingsi in advance?
Or did you suspect that there was something wrong with the "Mr. Yuan" you pretended to be? Through the thunder and magnetic formation, you found some clues, so you escaped in advance?
How did he escape? Where is he now?
The ink painting was full of doubts for a while, and he was in a daze.
Gu Changhuai glanced at him, took a sip of wine and said, "Okay, don't think about it, this is Daotingsi's business."
Then he thought for a moment and added: "If there are any traces of these two people, I will tell you."
The implication is, don't waste your time on this kind of thing, practice well, and leave the search for the remnants of the Demon Sect to the Daoting Secretary. I will tell you when there is news.
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
"One more thing," Gu Changhuai said, "Daotingsi has already calculated the merits of wiping out the Demon Sect. Everyone who participated in the encirclement and suppression will have a share, and naturally you will also have one. After the calculation is completed, Daotingsi will distribute it to Jingtai.
Xumen, please bring in your disciple order. Destroying the Demon Sect is a big deal, and this meritorious service should be quite generous."
Mo Hua didn't have much reaction.
The main reason is that he is now a "big man with meritorious deeds", so many that you can no longer see how many he has.
He didn't feel much if it was more or less.
Moreover, he knew very well the efficiency of Daotingsi. It would be the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse when this meritorious service was paid.
After the two of them chatted and finished eating, Mo Hua was going back to the sect for class.
Before leaving, Gu Changhuai said:
"My cousin asked me to tell you that if you are willing, you can come to Gu's family for a New Year's banquet this year."
"New Year's Eve banquet?"
Mo Hua was startled for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that in just over a month, it would be Chinese New Year again.
This year has passed without me realizing it.
There was a vague sense of urgency in the ink painting, as if time was passing too fast and something was about to happen, but it was just a feeling and he couldn't figure out the reason.
"Uncle Gu, you shouldn't be busy at the annual banquet this year, right?" Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai looked at the ink paintings and breathed a sigh of relief:
"Thanks to you, the disaster of the Demon Sect has been ended ahead of schedule, and Daotingsi can relax for a while and live a good year."
"You're welcome," Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will go to Gu's house to play with you during the Chinese New Year."
Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and sighed: "Okay."
…
After bidding farewell to Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua returned to his sect.
In the evening, with the disciple in the middle, Mo Hua turned on the light and read at night. After reading for a while, he got tired, so he lay down on the table and began to meditate.
The calamity of the Demon Sect has come to an end for the time being.
Apart from the initial planning and matchmaking, which he put a lot of thought into, he didn't even have to do anything during the actual encirclement and suppression.
There are no demons in the Golden Core Realm who are looking for him to fight for their lives.
Many of the methods he prepared were useless.
The ink painting is a bit regretful.
But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. After all, as a monk, it is better to be cautious when you should be cautious.
When the Demon Sect was destroyed, all the Demon Cultivators were killed and injured, and those who survived were also imprisoned in Dao Prison.
From then on, the innocent monks in the surrounding area were able to avoid being killed and robbed by the demon sect, which was considered a meritorious deed.
The only problem is the natal magic weapon, which is the Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation...
When he thought of this, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.
This array diagram is really difficult to get...
Now that the cruel and powerful leader of the Demon Sect has escaped, like a dragon entering the sea, he really has no clue.
Moreover, after seeing the actions of the Demon Sect and the huge pool of blood, Mo Hua couldn't help but start to doubt whether these four-image Qinglong were serious or not.
If it is not serious, how can I use it as a natal magic weapon?
Will the "magic weapon of my destiny" that I am destined to have really be this blue dragon formation?
Mo Hua frowned.
"How about... do the math?"
The situation is at a deadlock, there are no other clues, and there seems to be no good solution except fortune telling.
Mo Hua took out the copper coins left by his master, set up a divine mist formation to block the energy, and then calmed down and used the heavenly calculations.
The copper coin was thrown into the air, affecting the cause and effect, and then the dust settled and fell into the palm of the hand.
Mo Hua silently thought in his heart:
"What is my natal magic weapon..."
Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the copper coins in his hand.
The copper coin lay calmly in his palm, without any warning or contamination with cause and effect.
What's the meaning?
Mo Hua frowned in confusion.
"Can't figure it out?"
Mo Hua stared at the copper coin for a long time without seeing anything strange. He was about to give up and put the copper coin down when he suddenly felt a pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a large amount of spiritual consciousness rushed towards the copper coin like a tide.
At the same time, heaven's secrets rise and fall, and cause and effect flow.
But the flow of cause and effect this time was too great, and even the spiritual consciousness of ink painting could not support it at all.
In just a moment, Mo Hua's consciousness was sucked dry.
He rolled his eyes and flopped down on the table.
The cause and effect on the copper coins stopped flowing without the supply of spiritual thoughts. The divination was unsuccessful, but even so, there were still hints of omens that reached the depths of the spiritual thoughts of the ink painting.
The ink painting was in a trance, as if he had had another dream.
In the dream, there was a blue dragon.
But this dream was fragmented. He could only see the shadow of the green dragon, and could feel the boundless majesty and mighty power of the blue dragon. There was also the clear sound of the dragon's roar in his ears, one after another.
There is something in the heart of the ink painting.
"Is this a dream of karma and divination? Dreaming about the blue dragon...means that my natal magic weapon should be the orthodox four-elephant blue dragon formation?"
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
In this way, all he had to do was to stick to his original idea, continue to find the leader of the Demon Sect, and find a way to obtain the Four-Elephant Azure Dragon Formation from him...
Mo Hua was thinking this, and suddenly his dream suddenly changed.
It seemed that something weird had invaded his dream, causing his dream to collapse inch by inch, causing Qinglong to become furious and roar loudly.
Within a moment, a blurry, black mist-like thing rushed towards Qinglong like a strong wind.
The strange, deformed and indescribable thing wrapped and tore the green dragon, and then it came alive...
Swallowed it.
In an instant, the dream was completely shattered, and Mo Hua woke up suddenly, recalling the scene in the dream, and a turbulent wave arose in his heart.
"A dragon...was swallowed by something..."
"What does this mean?"
"Is this dream a sign of my karma?"
"Then what is my magic weapon... exactly?"
Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, feeling even more confused for a moment.
…
In the days that followed, things calmed down.
Mo Hua still remembered the omen of "swallowing a dragon" in his dream, and was puzzled to understand it, but he could only think about it in his daily life.
He also asked some elders, asking insinuatingly as if in small talk, what on earth could "eat dragons" in this world.
But this question is too bizarre.
The elders were also confused and just treated Mo Hua as a "childlike child" and asked some whimsical questions.
Mo Hua couldn't figure out why, so he could only practice and go to class with peace of mind.
Just like that, a month passed and a year came to an end.
In the sect's assessment, ink painting has made unprecedented progress.
From "one A, six C" which has not changed for thousands of years, it has become "one A, one B, five C".
His Taoism changed from "C" to "B".
It is estimated that Elder Yi played "hide and seek" with him. After discussing the movement techniques, he recognized Mo Hua's attainments in movement techniques, so he made an exception and gave him a "B".
When it comes to physical skills alone, Elder Yi feels that an "A" is more than enough.
Even if he pushes his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core, there are very few disciples in the entire Taixu Sect who can survive twenty rounds under him, let alone those who can compete with him as smoothly as Mo Hua.
.
I gave it a "B" purely for the sake of keeping a low profile.
Moreover, no matter how good the body technique of ink painting is, after all, it is only the body technique.
The weakness of his spiritual power means that it is difficult for him to achieve very high attainments in the field of magic - at least according to the sect's assessment standards, it is difficult to obtain a good evaluation.
Mo Hua doesn't care too much about this "B".
He just felt a little uneasy.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
The results that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly changed. This made Mo Hua, who was more or less familiar with cause and effect, suddenly feel like something unexpected had happened.
Then, it’s New Year’s Eve again.
This is the seventh year he has spent in Taixu Sect, and Mo Hua has gradually adapted to it.
Moreover, Uncle Gu had invited him in advance, so he followed the trend and went to Gu's house to prepare for a New Year's banquet and a good meal.
There is still some time before the New Year banquet.
Mo Hua took Yu'er and wandered around Qingzhou City.
Qingzhou City was very lively, and Yu'er also smiled happily, but there was a hint of worry in her smile.
Others may not be able to see this subtle expression, but it cannot escape Mo Hua's eyes.
Mo Hua bought a few bunches of candied haws, handed them to Yu'er, and then asked in a low voice:
"Yu'er, are you worried about something?"
The smile on Yu'er's face couldn't help but froze, and then she became worried.
He is young and cannot hide his thoughts.
Mo Hua looked at him gently.
Yu'er hesitated for a long time, then muttered: "Brother Mo, I...I'm dreaming again."
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
Another dream...
"Nightmare?" Mo Hua asked.
Yu'er nodded, then shook her head, "Not really...it's different from the previous nightmare..."
"What dream?"
"I..." Yu'er was a little timid, but looking at Mo Hua's eyes, she slowly said, "I dreamed about myself."
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Yourself?"
"Well..." Yu'er's eyes trembled slightly and she said a little confused, "It's me, but it doesn't look like me..."
"Then what?"
"Then... these three me, one is in the mountains, one is in the water, and one is in my heart. They all looked at me silently. I was very scared. They said, said..."
Yu'er looked at Mo Hua with tears in her eyes, "If you say mother will die, if you say brother Mo, you will die too..."
These words seemed to have been pressing in his heart for a long time.
Yu'er, a simple and kind-hearted person, wanted to say something but never dared to say it.
Mo Hua looked at Yu'er's eyes filled with worry, fear and tears, smiled kindly, and said softly:
"Demons are evil. They can change into human forms and confuse people's hearts. Those three you are all transformed by demons. They are scaring you."
Yu'er's tears were still wet, "Is it true?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Yu'er thought for a while and nodded. Brother Mo treated him very well and never lied to him.
Mo Hua touched Yu'er's head and said in a gentle voice:
"You don't have to be afraid of anything in the dream. No matter what they are, as long as they dare to show their heads, I will kill them all with one sword."
No matter what, kill them all with one sword...
This sentence gave Yu'er great courage.
Chapter completed!