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The rest of the people also looked shocked, "It turned out to be the magic weapon Broken Sword..."

"But..." Gu An looked at it a few more times, frowned and said, "The refining method of this natal spiritual sword seems to be a bit special.

"What's so special?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

He is only in the early stages of foundation building, and he only has some superficial knowledge about breaking through golden elixirs and refining natal magic weapons after the peak of foundation building.

The elders of the sect do not allow their disciples to aim too high and think about these things in advance.

Gu An explained: "Generally, when refining a natal magic weapon, physical cultivation focuses on blood energy, and spiritual cultivation focuses on spiritual power."

"The magic weapon of physical cultivation is nourished by one's own blood. The person and the magic weapon are one, capable of both offense and defense. They fit together and have their own blood."

"The magic weapon of spiritual practice is in harmony with one's own spiritual power, has a tact in the heart, drives like an arm, and has its own spirituality."

"If there are a very small number of monks with outstanding talents and spiritual skills, their natal magic weapon will be both blood and spirituality."

"But this magic sword is broken..."

Gu An frowned, "There is no pure blood, and there is no spirituality. It is obviously the shape of a magic weapon, but for some reason, it looks no different from an ordinary spiritual weapon."

"I don't know if I have been immersed in the blood pool for many years, so my blood and spirituality have been contaminated by the evil blood, water, flesh..."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This sword is not a blood magic weapon, nor a spiritual magic weapon, but a "spiritual magic weapon" that follows the path of "spiritual thoughts turning into swords" and is consistent with divine consciousness.

but……

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a little confused.

This is the second-grade state boundary. How did this third-grade sword magic weapon break?

The magic weapon involves the monastic knowledge of the golden elixir realm.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and didn't understand, so he asked Gu An, who was in the late stage of foundation building.

Gu An pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The second-grade state boundary is limited by the power of the golden elixir, blood energy and spiritual power. Logically speaking, it cannot break this third-grade sword..."

"Could it be that it was broken somewhere else and then thrown into this pool of blood?" Gu An guessed.

Mo Hua shook his head slightly.

Back then, the senior sword cultivator broke into the fishing village alone. When he came out, his face was pale and his vitality was obviously severely damaged.

Then this sword should have been broken here.

Master She on the side suddenly smiled gloomily.

Mo Hua looked displeased, "Why are you laughing?"

Master She was a little afraid of this vicious and unreasonable ink painting, and with a gloomy look on his face, he only said with a smile:

"nothing."

"Do you know the origin of this sword?"

Master She wanted to say he didn't know, but with Mo Hua staring at him, he still didn't dare to lie, so he said:

"I only know a little bit..."

"Back then, there was a swordsman who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. He tried to offend the Lord of God with the power of a mantis arm. However, the Lord of God used his boundless power to break his swordsmanship, hurt his vitality, and cut off his natal sword..."

"If the natal sword is destroyed, the Tao foundation will be damaged. If it is not repaired, it will be very difficult to improve your cultivation in the future."

"After that, the God Lord will put this severed sword at the bottom of this filthy blood pool to serve as a warning to others."

"The day the broken sword cannot be retrieved, the magic weapon of the sword cultivator will be incomplete for the day."

"If he can't get it out in his lifetime, his foundation will be incomplete for the rest of his life."

"This is the punishment of the God Lord."

As Master She spoke, his face couldn't help but have a bit of sneer, a bit of ridicule, and respect for the power of the "God Lord".

Mo Hua's face turned cold, "Half an hour is almost here, go get the altar quickly, or I will send you to see your 'divine master'."

Master She was suffocated, and then with a gloomy face, he continued to go back to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword in his hand and sighed softly in his heart.

Divine thoughts turn into swords, and divine thoughts are integrated with the natal magic weapon.

The senior sword cultivator back then should have relied on his spiritual thoughts to turn his sword into a sword and tried his best to fight against the fallen River God.

One man and one sword fought from the village to the temple. In the end, the damage was too heavy, the spiritual power was exhausted, and the sword power was damaged. Only then was he defeated in the hands of the river god, and the natal sword was also broken...

The injury suffered by the senior sword cultivator should be much more serious than it looks.

Spiritual thoughts turn into swords, and hurting the enemy is also hurting oneself.

If so, then this senior should not be an exception.

Although a spiritual sword cultivator can rely on the powerful spiritual thought to turn into a sword, he can kill all evil spirits.

But after all, when you use your own spiritual thoughts as a sword to kill evil spirits, you are also killing yourself.

If the sword is too strong, it will break easily.

Once you encounter a truly powerful evil spirit that cannot be killed by your spiritual thoughts, the backlash on you will be extremely strong.

It could even...even destroy the life-long sword.

I had heard of ink painting before.

It is said that Taixu Sect was once a major swordsmanship sect, with a forest of swords and powerful swordsmanship.

And if these seniors from the same sect practice the method of "turning spiritual thoughts into swords", then while they are powerful, they themselves must be fragile.

There is almost a thin line between killing the evil spirit and killing the Taoist foundation.

The ending of the senior sword cultivator of Heshen Temple is also very likely the fate of most of the sword cultivators who transformed their spiritual thoughts into swords.

Mo Hua touched the broken sword and sighed.

No wonder no one in the Taixu Sect practices "Sword of Spiritual Mind" anymore...

Not only that, but now among the sects, there are all geniuses from various states, geniuses from famous families, top-grade spiritual roots, outstanding talents, and all of them are as valuable as treasures.

Taixu Sect should not dare to let these disciples practice this kind of spiritual swordsmanship, which can hurt the enemy a thousand times and damage themselves eight hundred times.

"But... I want to learn!"

"I'm not afraid!"

Mo Hua muttered silently in his heart.

He is eager for others to confront his spiritual consciousness head-on...

"There's no one here to teach me..." Mo Hua held his chin, frowning and meditating. After a while, he stared at the broken sword again in trance.

Could there be swordsmanship hidden in this sword?

Cause and effect don't lie.

Just now we can see that this sword does indeed contain the cause and effect of the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords.

Mo Hua turned the broken sword over and over, but found no traces of sword manuals, sword moves or sword styles.

The sword intention on the sword was gone.

It seemed that it had been soaked in a pool of blood for hundreds of years, and the sword intent on the broken sword had long been erased.

Why?

Why did the evil god deliberately soak this broken sword in the blood pool?

Mo Hua frowned and thought slowly in his heart.

According to what the old bastard said, the senior sword cultivator was defeated by the River God. His consciousness was injured and his sword was broken, so he ran away in embarrassment.

The river god sank the broken sword into a pool of blood in order to "serve as a warning".

But this statement should be wrong...

If that senior sword cultivator was so completely defeated, he would not be able to leave the River Temple alive, nor would he be able to walk out of this fishing village.

He got out alive, which at least meant that although he was defeated and his sword was broken, he still suppressed the River God to a certain extent.

This is a tragic battle in which both sides suffer losses.

In this way, the spiritual thought of that senior sword cultivator back then was actually very powerful.

With his own strength, he fought to the front of the River God Temple and severely wounded the fallen River God. Although he fought to exhaustion, both sides were injured, and his life sword was broken, he was still able to retreat calmly.

This also shows that this senior swordsman's "spiritual mind turns into a sword" is very clever, and it is even possible that he is practicing the most orthodox swordsmanship inheritance.

If that's the case, then does this sword contain the orthodox inheritance of "Sword of Divine Thought"?

The ink painting is a little itchy.

"calcalute it?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then meditated and placed the sword on the ground. After meditating for a moment, his pupils were deep and the secrets of heaven emerged, and he began to calculate the cause and effect in the sword.

With just one glance, an extremely fierce killing intent rushed towards him.

Mo Hua was shocked and was about to close his eyes.

Suddenly, the Taixu Ling on his body trembled and a faint light flashed. The murderous intention seemed to identify Mo Hua's identity and gradually melted away.

"Taixu Order, Taixu Sect..."

The ink painting is thoughtful.

This powerful sword cultivator back then should be the senior of Taixu Sect.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, then continued to look, concentrating on calculations.

Although Taixu Ling eliminated the murderous intention of the broken sword, the cause and effect in the sword was still very thick and difficult to peek into.

After all, it is the natal magic weapon of the Golden Core Realm. It is still very reluctant to use ink to draw the current realm and calculate it by force.

Fortunately, this broken sword has been soaked in the blood pool for hundreds of years, and most of the sword's intention has dissipated, and some of its cause and effect have also been erased.

The ink painting differentiated the three levels of conspiracy, and the calculations of the heavenly secrets have become much more refined, and the calculations of the heavenly secrets under the blessing are also more exquisite.

Otherwise, if you want to peek into the cause and effect of the sword, it is basically impossible.

There was a fog in front of Mo Hua's eyes. In the mist, there is hidden sword light.

The pure white lines of cause and effect are intertwined, layer upon layer, very complex.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua had exhausted his spiritual consciousness and deduced the calculations to the extreme. After peeling off the cocoons bit by bit, the cause and effect gradually became clear.

In front of Mo Hua's eyes, some intermittent images began to appear...

First there was a figure, carrying a sword on his back and slender eyebrows. He walked alone into the blood mist, his back firm.

If there were evil-looking monks, deformed monsters, blood leeches or blood fish-like evil spirits blocking the way, he would kill them all with one sword.

The light of his sword was pure silver.

It contains both the power of the sword and the power of the sword's energy, as well as the mystery of the sword's intention.

Flesh and blood can be cut off, and evil spirits can also be cut off.

No matter how evil you are, there is no enemy.

Soon, he arrived in front of the River Temple.

In the River Temple, a powerful figure appeared, and then the screen tore apart, creating heavy ripples. It seemed that the thing that was peeping had too strong a mind and was disturbed.

All I know is that there is a big battle in front of the River Temple.

Then the dust settled and the scene was frozen. The sword cultivator's long sword penetrated a god who seemed to be the "River God".

Mo Hua's pupils shrank.

Senior swordsman...he won?

But not long after, it was as if blood was poured into the river and slowly dispersed. In front of the ink painting, a mass of blood mist appeared, covering everything.

When the blood mist dissipated, the senior swordsman's face was pale, with blood at the corner of his mouth. He was holding the broken sword in his hand, and a broken sword tip fell to the ground.

An incredible voice sounded.

"You... are not the River God..."

"...Such a powerful evil thought, evil beast, who are you? Where do you come from? What are your intentions?"

No one... or rather no "god" responded.

The sword cultivator's expression was bitter, with a hint of despair.

After that, the scene suddenly stopped...

Mo Hua was shocked.

According to the deduced cause and effect, the senior swordsman back then killed the River God, no, at least severely injured the River God, but was later plotted against by something more powerful...

"Such a powerful evil thought..."

It should be referring to the incarnation of a certain divine body of the Great Wild Evil God?

Mo Hua frowned in thought and was suddenly startled. Although these truths were important, they were not what he needed to know most at the moment...

What about the method of turning spiritual thoughts into swords?

If Mo Hua's guess is correct, since this severing sword is the natal magic weapon of the senior sword cultivator, then there must be some key to practicing the spiritual sword transformation in the trace of cause and effect...

The ink painting began to move forward.

But this sword has been in the dust for too long, and has been polluted by blood. Too many causes and effects have been wiped out.

Mo Hua's white and tender forehead was sweating, and he tried his best to calculate and deduce bit by bit...

Suddenly, a figure jumped into view.

This is an old man with a long beard, with extremely cold sword intent surging all over his body. He is dressed in white, as if woven with sword light, and the vast sky is full of chilling.

Mo Hua only glanced at it, but his eyes were hurt by the sword light. He immediately looked away, not daring to look directly, and only looked around the old man with his peripheral vision.

Next to the old man stood a young man carrying a sword.

"Xuan'er..."

"I shouldn't teach you this swordsmanship, but I don't want to..."

The ink painting lacks spiritual consciousness, the calculation is still short of fire, and the cause and effect is weak, so the sound is intermittent and vague.

"I don't want you..."

"...I don't want my Taixu Sect to end this sect's inheritance."

It was shrouded in fog, cause and effect were entangled, and the sounds were mixed together. It was unclear when and where it happened.

Mo Hua tried his best to listen.

"...spiritual thoughts turn into swords...true techniques..."

"Your foundation is solid. Today I will teach you..."

"Shocking style..."

Shocking style? !

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Taixu’s divine mind transforms into a sword’s true art: Jingshenjian style?

Mo Hua quietly opened his eyes, but still didn't dare to look at the old man with the long beard. He only dared to look at the young man with slender eyebrows next to him.

The young man's eyebrows contained a profound sword intent, and he held a sword in his hand. The sword was condensed with sword energy, and the sword energy and sword intent merged together. Although the moves were immature, they faintly revealed astonishing power.

Mo Hua stared at it for a long time, feeling cold in his heart.

Damn it, I can’t understand it at all.

This is not an introductory sword technique, but an advanced sword technique in which spiritual thoughts turn into swords. I don’t have any foundation in ink painting, so I look at it at a loss.

The scene flashed by without a trace.

A quick glance at the ink painting revealed nothing.

"Is there anything simpler..."

Mo Hua had no choice but to move forward and deduce cause and effect.

One after another, incomplete, blurry pictures stained by blood and water passed by.

The sounds seemed to be soaked in water, and the sounds were mixed together.

Finally, Mo Hua heard two words.

"Sword..."

Mo Hua looked at it carefully. In this scene, there was no old man with a long beard, only a young man with slender eyebrows, standing in the green mountains.

The mountain scenery is very familiar, quiet and simple, like Taixu Sect, but I have never seen anything similar in the sect.

The young man was holding a sword and standing in the mountains. The clouds and mist wet the corners of his clothes and enveloped his face.

But his eyes were very bright, just like the sword in his hand.

The young man's voice was clear and loud.

"Sword Transformation Style..."

"The first form of Taixu Divine Mind Transformation Sword Art, the sword transformation form..."

"The way of divine consciousness is ever-changing, endless, and unpredictable."

"The method of spiritual thoughts, metaphysics, killing monsters and evil, and all kinds of sword styles must start with 'sword transformation'."

"The God-Shocking Style, the God-Breaking Style, the God-Destroying Style, the God-Destroying Style... are all based on the 'Sword Transformation'..."

"Those who transform swords must cultivate the sword to transform Qi, refine the Qi to transform the mind, combine the sword with the mind, transform the virtual into the real, and combine the virtual and the real into one. Only then can you 'transform the sword' with your spiritual thoughts and cut down everything..."

…

Mo Hua listened eagerly, and remembered every word in his heart. At the same time, he watched the young man's movements, followed the gourd and painted the ladle, and began to practice step by step.

"Cultivation of swords into energy..."

I tried ink painting, but it didn’t work.

His spiritual sword was of poor quality, and his sword-qi cultivation was also weak and had no foundation.

"Refining Qi and transforming mind..."

Nope either.

Because Mo Hua is not a swordsman, his foundation in swordsmanship is very weak, and the sword energy he cultivates is very weak, and it is difficult to integrate sword energy into spiritual consciousness and manifest it into sword intention.

I don’t know these two steps in ink painting, so I simply closed my eyes and jumped directly to the end:

"Combining the sword with the will, turning the imaginary into reality..."

In the cause and effect scene, after practicing hard day and night, the young man has achieved great success in swordsmanship and can finally try to unite the divine sword.

A long sword that manifests its spiritual consciousness into sword intent and blends into the hand.

On his long sword, there was both clear sword light and silver-white, extremely condensed sword intent.

But Mo Hua simply gave up the sword and sword energy.

He just learned the young man's method of "condensing swords" and manifested his consciousness into a sword in his own mind.

This is a "trick" method.

But because his consciousness is strong enough and condensed enough.

Therefore, in the sea of ​​consciousness, his spiritual thoughts were indeed like that young man, slowly manifesting a sharp "sword shape".

This is a pale golden sword.

The shape of the sword is very rough, like a sword embryo that has just been taken out of the refining furnace, and it is not long. It looks like a small golden sword for children. It fits perfectly in the hand of Xiao Mo Hua, the incarnation of Divine Mind.

At this point, the ink painting's divine calculation has reached its limit.

The clues of cause and effect on the sword were completely wiped out.

All the flashback scenes also disappeared.

The aura on the broken sword became much weaker, as if it had turned into an ordinary spiritual sword.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mo Hua looked at the golden sword in his hand that was manifested by spiritual thoughts, but fell into deep thought.

Do you think you have learned it, or have you not learned it?

"Divinity turns into sword"...

It is indeed "turned into a sword".

But this sword seems to be very different from the "Sword of Divine Thought" practiced by the young man in the past, that is, the senior sword cultivator...

The young man has a sword in his hand, but he has no sword.

The young man's spiritual thought turned into a sword. The sword intention in his heart matched with the sword in his hand, and merged with the sword energy to transform into a killing sword.

My own spiritual thoughts turned into swords. I simply used my spiritual thoughts to turn them into swords...

Moreover, it is only transformed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and there is no shadow at all in reality.

Mo Hua scratched his head, feeling a little worried.

I seem to be learning and learning wrongly...

But can what I learned be considered a true "spiritual thought turning into a sword"?

There is no way to cultivate the sword and turn it into Qi, or to refine Qi and turn it into mind. There is only the way to combine mind with the sword and transform the void into reality.

No, it’s not really about virtual reality...

Mo Hua looked at the golden sword in his hand again and sighed.

"Let's make do with it for now. If you have the opportunity in the future, you can learn the complete 'Sword of Spiritual Thought'."

"Through this causal retrieval, there are only a few pictures and intermittent words. If you can learn like this, it is already good..."

Mo Hua silently comforted himself, and then silently put away the golden sword, but there was some doubt in his heart.

"I don't know how powerful this spiritual sword is. I need to find something to try..."

Mo Hua exited the sea of ​​​​consciousness, put away the broken sword, and looked around, there was no evil spirit.

There were no traces of the River God or the Evil God.

It seems that there was a great battle that year and he was killed miserably by the sword cultivator's spiritual thoughts, so the River God hid himself and left a bare temple here.

The broken sword was sunk in a pool of blood and stained with flesh and blood.

It's not because of what Lao Zamao said about "setting an example to others", it's simply because of fear.

It was stabbed through the chest, so it was scared.

It was afraid of being poked again, so it hid itself.

Mo Hua put himself in his shoes and thought that this was probably the case.

"In that case," Mo Hua frowned, "where is the River God, or in other words, the Evil God of the Wilderness, hidden?"

The River Temple is empty, but it is absolutely impossible that it is really empty.

Mo Hua turned his gaze and looked at Master She, with an intriguing look on his face.

Master She has already set up the altar, and the things on the altar are either bloody or evil, but they are definitely not serious things anyway.

"It's time to open the altar."

Master She turned around and said with dark eyes.

Gu An glanced at the ink painting.

Yu Dahe was also excited and looked at the ink paintings with anticipation.

Mo Hua nodded.

Gu An then picked up the two men in black, threw them in front of the altar, and pushed them down to kneel down.

The bodies of Yu Dahe's two sons were placed on the altar.

Master She began to mutter:

"Lord River God is here, believers are pious, open the altar and offer sacrifices..."

"Heaven's actions are numbered, and those who offer sacrifices are determined."

"A life for a life, a soul for a soul."

"Now I sacrifice an adult, two humans and animals, in exchange for the lives of two children. I hope the Lord River God will beg for mercy..."

Then Master She prostrated himself on the ground and prayed devoutly.

Mo Hua's eyes moved slightly.

He felt a hint of the formation's breath.

Master She knelt on the ground, covered his hands with his sleeves, scratched his fingers on a stone brick under the altar table, and used blood as ink to draw an unknown formation.

Master She's movements were hidden, and Gu An and others were not aware of it.

Mo Hua's thoughts moved slightly and he remained silent.

After chanting for an unknown amount of time, Master She finished his prayer and painted the formation. He slowly turned around with an unabashed sinister smile on his face.

At this moment, Mo Hua saw the two men in black with painful expressions on their faces, and their consciousness was drained instantly, turning into two dead bodies.

After two men in black were sacrificed, the atmosphere in the Heshen Temple suddenly became depressing.

In the center of the temple, the statue of the River God seems to have come to life, with majestic and ferocious eyes, looking down at the monks in the temple.

A thick mist of blood instantly spread from all around.

There was a "bang" sound.

The Qingxin Mirror on Gu An's body was shattered, the evil-warming hairpin on Gu Quan's head was broken, and the Soothing Jade on Yu Dahe's body also cracked.

The expressions of Gu An and others changed greatly. They were about to slash Master She with their swords, but they were unable to free themselves. Their bodies froze, their eyes lost focus, they gradually lost consciousness, and slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Hua also felt very sleepy and drowsy.

And there seemed to be a force trying to pull away his consciousness.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She and then made no resistance. Any spiritual consciousness was pulled away from his body.

Then he also fainted.

In the entire Heshen Temple, only Master She was still standing in place.

His eyes were filled with hatred and he sneered:

"Ignorant people do not know the power of God."

"A big dream turns into a nightmare... I will kill you all one by one in my dream..."

After finishing speaking, Master She gave a ferocious laugh, slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness left his body, and he fell to the ground.

…

After a while, the world hung upside down and the mind was turned upside down.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

There is a faint mist floating around, as if in a dream.

In front of him was a magnificent river temple.

The real temple outside is fake.

The imaginary temple in the dream is real.

In the deepest part of the temple, there is a very strong aura of the gods, and a very obscure smell of the evil god.

The corners of Mo Hua's mouth outline a slight smile.

"found it……"