Asking About Longevity

Chapter 697 Sword

 Outside the Blood Refining Dojo, in front of the River Temple.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

His spiritual power and consciousness have been exhausted, but the foundation of his consciousness is too deep, so this moment has slowed down.

 On the contrary, it is spiritual power, which recovers slowly.

Mo Hua took a few pills to recuperate his spiritual power, and then sat in meditation to recuperate his consciousness.

 There is still a bit of stinging pain left in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the damage caused to the sea of ​​consciousness by forcefully deducing with celestial secrets just now, dividing multiple deceitful thoughts.

Divine consciousness divided into three treacherous thoughts, and the fourth layer of divine consciousness formed an array. The speed was several times faster.

But at the same time, the consumption of spiritual consciousness also increased several times, and in just a blink of an eye, all his spiritual consciousness was consumed.

 In times of crisis, it is enough to turn the tide.

Just now, he tried his best and managed to separate an extra line.

I have eaten the mind, and the consciousness changes in order to endure the suffering of margin.

 Looks like I have to work harder.

Thousands of strange shadows…

 “My uncle didn’t tell me either…”

 There are three levels of deception in total.

 But then he had another doubt.

Then this weird idea can also be regarded as a kind of "divine corpse"?

 By dividing your own thoughts, are you actually dividing your "spiritual body"?

Mo Hua was startled by his own thoughts.

Mo Hua sighed.

The uncle had no intention of teaching him, so how could he blame him?

Mo Hua sighed.

It is obvious that he is only in the early stage of foundation building and has sixteen textures to change his consciousness. He is much better than monks of the same realm.

Mo Hua gathered his mood and prepared to continue meditating and regain his consciousness, but in the end he couldn't help it, and another thought emerged.

The only thing to blame is that I was not smart enough and failed to learn the essence of trickery from my uncle.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

 “The differentiation of spiritual thoughts…”

 It just costs a lot of spiritual ink and spiritual stones, which is a bit "burning money".

I just don’t know if my uncle’s “heavenly secrets and calculations” measure the realm by the number of different thoughts divided by the spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, and then he couldn't help but think about it again.

 The gods’ spiritual thoughts divide the divine bodies, and the monks’ spiritual consciousness divides the evil thoughts.

The same is true for the Evil God. The Divine Skeleton of the Great Wilderness Evil God, that is, the golden evil eye, once said, "The Great Wilderness is endless, with thousands of Divine Skeletons." This means that the Lord of the Great Wilderness has already divided into countless "Divine Skeletons"...

 The gods can be differentiated.

 Looking at it this way, Uncle Master is too strong!

The three treacherous thoughts of my own are simply insignificant compared to the "honeycomb" densely packed treacherous shadows of my uncle.

 My own tricks are twice as powerful as before.

If your spiritual consciousness is strong enough, it is really possible for you to use formations as spells, transform hundreds and thousands of them into one thought, combine multiple deceptions, and form a killing formation in an instant.

Mo Hua nodded in his mind.

Mo Hua frowned.

Mo Hua was shocked.

The trick can also be differentiated...

 My life also has an end, and the "Tao" also has no end.

 And it seems that the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts is also useful for the "differentiation of strange thoughts".

Dividing deceitful thoughts is equivalent to forcibly splitting spiritual consciousness and performing various devious calculations, which places a huge load on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Originally, I could only come up with a strange thought.

Then this method of scheming and differentiation of treacherous thoughts is not a method of divine thoughts created by simulating the method of differentiation of gods...

Then what method did Master use to sort out so many dense and countless deceptions?

 Could it be that the uncle's spiritual consciousness also underwent some kind of "qualitative change" or some kind of "transformation"?

Or is it that there is a more profound method of "devious ways and distractions" in scheming, and the master didn't teach him?

 No, that’s not right…

In the end, if it weren’t for the recent devouring of the “divine marrow”, the spiritual consciousness would have further qualitatively changed, and its foundation would be solid, and it would be impossible to separate out another treacherous thought beyond the limit.

 I can distinguish three kinds of strange thoughts, but what about my uncle? If we attack with all our strength, how many deceitful thoughts can we create?

　　When the master planted a demon in his heart and appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness to solve the riddle of the Heavenly Formation for himself, the scene of thousands of strange shadows appeared in Mo Hua's mind again.

However, ink painting still gives rise to a feeling that "spiritual consciousness is far from enough".

 “As expected of a master!”

 He remembered Huangshan Jun said that a powerful **** can divide into thousands.

He thought about it carefully and found that dividing "conspiracy" and dividing "divine body" should be different. After all, one is a monk's method and the other is a god's talent.

 But its essence, the more I think about it, the more similar it becomes to ink painting.

 It’s just that there’s no way to verify it.

He can't run up to his uncle or the Great Desolate Evil God and ask them about the similarities and differences between ghost thoughts and divine bones.

 I'm just afraid that one of them will kill me immediately and make me a "little puppet".

 The other one will eat him immediately and then turn himself into a "little **** servant".

Mo Hua couldn't help but shuddered and shook his head.

 Forget it, let’s talk about it later when we have a chance.

Mo Hua hid this idea in his heart, thinking that he would think about it slowly later, or ask his old friend Huangshan Jun when he had time.

However, by chance, Mo Hua relied on himself and found some ways to advance his spiritual thoughts.

That is, the more divine marrow you eat, the deeper your spiritual consciousness becomes, the more deceitful thoughts you can differentiate, and the stronger your divine calculations become.

The more abundant the spiritual consciousness is, the deeper the foundation to support the conspiracy is.

 Be it calculations, formations, or spells, the speed will be faster.

The magic in the world can only be broken if it is fast.

 The same seems to be true for formations and other methods.

As long as you are fast enough, you can preemptively strike and seize the opportunity.

If you are extremely fast, you can use all kinds of methods to attack without giving the enemy any chance to breathe, and it is always your turn!

 “Divine marrow…”

Mo Hua raised his head, glanced at the Heshen Temple in front of him, and licked his lips habitually.

 After that, he calmed down, pretended that nothing had happened, sat down and meditated, and restored his condition to its best.

Others are also meditating, pranayama, and taking medicine to heal their injuries.

The breakout from the demon dojo was extremely dangerous, but fortunately, although everyone was slightly injured, they were all safe and sound.

The two men in black who were used as "sacrifice" were covered in bruises, but this kind of human trafficker did many evil things, and there was no telling how much blood was on their hands. As long as they breathed, no one cared about them.

After everyone had rested and Mo Hua's consciousness and spiritual power had almost recovered, everyone set off and walked towards the Heshen Temple.

Before reaching the temple, Mo Hua was startled and his expression changed slightly.

 “Sword Intent?”

He looked around and saw mottled sword marks in front of the Heshen Temple. It seemed that sword cultivators had fought here with all their strength.

The ground is crisscrossed with sword marks, and some of the stone pillars in front of the temple also have traces of being cut off by the sword energy.

 Even though hundreds of years have passed, the sword spirit still remains.

 It can be seen that this kind of sword cultivation will definitely lead to outstanding swordsmanship.

And if you can kill the evil god's temple alone with one sword, your divine will is definitely very powerful.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he looked at the sword marks one after another. His consciousness moved slightly, and he carefully understood the meaning of the sword.

 It's a pity that these sword intentions seem to have been corroded by some kind of pollution, and the sword intentions left behind are not pure.

Mo Hua, a half-assed swordsman, can't understand it at all.

 Let alone learn one and a half moves.

The ink painting is a little regretful and a little unwilling.

 “Would you like to count it down?”

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then started to learn and sell now, and once again used the secret calculation to increase the calculation.

His eyes were dark, and strange shadows began to form on the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts.

The strange shadow is like the Taoist robe of the ink shadow, draped on the body of the ink painting.

 One layer, two layers…

Mo Hua wanted to divide it into three levels, but when he got to two levels, he found that the sea of ​​​​consciousness started to hurt again. It seemed that the injury just now was not healed, so he could only separate out the two levels and make do with it.

 Blessed by two layers of evil thoughts and calculated by heaven.

The eyes of the ink painting flashed with light, cause and effect appeared suddenly, intertwined with ups and downs.

This time the cause and effect is clearer than before.

Threads of pure white cause and effect lines emerged from the sword marks on the ground, and all floated towards the river temple.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This means that the secret of sword intention is hidden in the Heshen Temple?

Mo Hua no longer hesitated and walked straight to the Heshen Temple. Before entering the temple, Mo Hua thought for a moment, turned around and said:

“That old **** should be in the temple too, so be careful.”

Everyone nodded.

In front of the Heshen Temple, there are two gold door pillars painted with black background. On the pillars are written the words "Good weather" and "Jiangze is safe".

But there are many sword scratches on the pillars and the writing is unclear.

At the top of the head is a plaque with the three characters "River Temple" written on it.

Mo Hua glanced over it with his spiritual consciousness, frowned slightly, and then stepped into the temple.

 You will see the main hall as soon as you enter the temple.

The main hall is empty, with nothing around it. Only in the middle of the distance is an offering table, with a statue of the river **** standing above it.

The river **** looks like a fish with a human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with cloud patterns and sea waves. He has his hands folded and placed on his chest, his mouth is like a basin of blood, his teeth are as white as a basin, he sits high and his eyes are majestic and terrifying.

 Under the statue of the river god, there is a pool of blood.

 The blood was thick and there was a figure soaked in it, it was Master She.

His current appearance is very strange, half demon and half monk.

 The blood in the blood pool continued to repair his body.

 Everyone looked stern and frowned.

Master She was soaked in **** water. Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes. When he saw everyone, he looked surprised and said in a hoarse voice:

"How dare you come here?" Master She smiled coldly and slowly walked out of the blood pool.

 The injuries on his body, nourished by the blood, were intact as before. At the same time, his body gradually grew taller, his muscles bulged, and he turned into a demon again.

"My injuries have recovered. Next, I want you to..."

Mo Hua waved his hand.

Gu An and the others immediately rushed forward, using swords, fists and kicks together. Within dozens of rounds, they knocked Master She down again, tied him tightly with spirit-binding chains, and pushed him to the ground.

Mo Hua curled his lips.

This old **** is not a fire Buddha. He has just learned some demonic methods. Why is he pretending to be a big-tailed wolf...

"I brought the sacrifices, and the two children are also there. Didn't you say that you want to pray to the river **** and exchange the sacrifices?"

Mo Hua said condescendingly: "Hurry up and change!"

Yu Dahe also looked nervous.

Master She was pushed to the ground by a few big men from the Gu family, and he retreated into a demon skin. He sneered: "It's too late, there's no way to save him, just wait to die."

Mo Hua said calmly: "Brother An, kill this old bastard."

Gu An hesitated for a moment and looked at Mo Hua inquiringly.

Mo Hua nodded, "Kill him!"

Gu An no longer hesitated, raised the butcher knife, and slashed at Master She's neck. The blade went down halfway, breaking the flesh and blood, and blood flowed out.

Master She's expression turned pale and he exclaimed at the ink painting: "Are you serious?"

Mo Hua ignored him.

Gu An was still exerting force, and the blade slashed into his neck.

Master She widened his eyes and shouted: "It can be saved! It can be saved! I will open the altar! Those two children can be saved by opening the altar!"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

 “Really! Really!” Master She couldn’t help but nod.

Mo Hua gave Gu An a wink, and then Gu An stopped and pulled out the knife, which was bleeding.

 Master She covered his neck, feeling secretly resentful.

This little **** is so **** cruel, he will kill him whenever he says he will.

"Are you saying bad things about me in your heart?" Mo Hua looked cold.

Master She trembled in fright and shook his head quickly, "No! No!"

"Give him a pill to stop bleeding," Mo Hua said, and then looked at Master She with cold eyes, "I only give you a moment to burn incense, quickly open the altar, and go and beg your Lord River God to bring those two Get your child's soul back, or I'll have you chopped into pieces and throw your body away to feed the demons outside..."

Master She hesitated and said: "One stick of incense is not enough time..."

 The gaze of Mo Hua became dangerous.

Master She smiled bitterly, "It's really not enough. We have to open an altar, offer sacrifices, and ask the gods. There's no time for even one stick of incense..."

 “How long will that take?”

 “At least…” Master She whispered, “half an hour.”

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded, "I'll give you half an hour."

Master She was relieved.

"My storage bag..." Master She looked at the ink painting again, and seeing that the ink painting looked unkind, he quickly explained, "The things for opening the altar for sacrifice are all in the storage bag."

Mo Hua thought for a while and said to Gu An, "Brother An, give him the storage bag first."

Gu An nodded and temporarily returned Master She's storage bag to him.

However, some of the demonic elixirs, techniques, evil weapons and the like were all confiscated.

 Master She took the storage bag and started to preach.

 The head of the fish demon, the **** candle, the human hand bones, the blood-stained yellow cloth...

 It’s all weird and weird stuff.

As Master She placed the offerings on the table, he glanced at the ink paintings with his peripheral vision and cursed in his mind:

 Damn it, I made a mistake.

I thought this kid was just an arrogant and domineering little idiot from a wealthy family who came to make a fortune.

 Unexpectedly, he was a cruel and ruthless little King of Hell.

 The wound on my neck hurts.

 The viciousness flashed through Master She's eyes, and then he continued to prepare to open the altar while enduring the pain.

Mo Hua used this time to start looking at the entire River Temple.

This river temple looks empty, majestic, but also simple.

From the inside of the temple, it looks ordinary. There is no terrifying scene like the blood mist outside. It seems that the **** sign just seen is just an illusion.

Moreover, there is no altar.

Mo Hua looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find the real altar that could make him "desire".

Just like the unfinished altar in the deepest part of the Bishan Demon Palace.

 There is only one statue of the god.

However, this statue looks like an ordinary statue. It does not look like the natal statue of the river god, nor does it look like the preaching statue of the evil god.

The only strange thing is that this statue is actually immersed in a pool of blood.

Mo Hua looked down at the blood pool and found that the blood was thick and there were also limbs and dissolved flesh and blood.

Just one look at the ink painting makes me feel extremely disgusting.

“What is this pool of blood in which the idols are soaked used for?”

 Polluting the river **** with flesh and blood, causing him to degenerate?

Mo Hua is a little confused.

He raised his head again and looked around, scanning the entire river temple. There was a vague illusion that someone had put a lock here.

The real secrets of the River Temple have been locked up and not allowed to be seen.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She.

 He had an intuition that the key to locking the secrets of the River Temple was probably hidden in Master She.

In addition, there is another problem, that is, turning spiritual thoughts into swords.

Hundreds of years ago, the sword cultivator who was proficient in divine swordsmanship came here alone. He seemed to have had a battle with the evil god, leaving sword marks all over the ground outside the temple.

 The cause and effect in those sword marks all gathered in the River Temple.

 But in this temple, although it is dilapidated and crude, there is no sign of a battle, and there is no remaining sword power of Shen Nian Sword Technique.

“Where is the cause and effect of turning spiritual thoughts into swords hidden?”

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back and pressed against the corner, walking around the river temple. Still there was no clue, so he couldn't help but focus on Master She.

Master She was struck by the deep and unpredictable gaze of the ink painting, which made her heart tremble.

 “Little…young master, is there anything…wrong with you?”

Master She asked with a forced smile.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and suddenly asked:

 “Is there a sword in this temple?”

Master She was extremely shocked, but he quickly calmed down. His face showed no expression, and he asked doubtfully: "What sword did the young master talk about...?"

 But his subtle mood swings could not be hidden from Mo Hua at all.

"you know."

 Master She’s pupils trembled.

Before Master She could answer, Mo Hua's eyes brightened and he thought to himself: "You know this sword..."

 “Then you have seen...”

"The sword is in the temple, hidden in a place you know but I have never been to..."

Mo Hua glanced at it and understood instantly.

 “Blood pool!”

“In the whole river temple, only the blood pool is a place you have entered but I have not..."

　　"You stay in the pool of blood when we come in."

 “So there is a sword, in the pool of blood!”

 The ink paintings are clear and clear, with sharp eyesight.

Master She felt a chill in his heart.

 Very wise and almost demonic.

This kid, how can he be like a clever and suspicious old monster...

Mo Hua ordered: "Go to the blood pool and fish out the sword for me."

Master She's lips trembled. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Hua said in a clear but cold voice: "I don't listen to excuses."

Master She's scalp was slightly numb, "I still want to sacrifice to save that..."

“The blood pool is not deep, so we won’t waste much time.” Mo Hua said.

Seeing that he couldn’t deal with it, Master She could only sigh:

“There is indeed some kind of sword at the bottom of the blood pool, but I don’t know how to take it out...”

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I don't care, you can figure it out yourself."

What else does Master She want to say? Mo Hua's eyes have revealed some sharp edges.

Master She had no choice but to sigh and walk towards the blood pool.

Gu An and Gu Quan were holding knives and staring at him.

In the blood pool, I don’t know what kind of flesh, flesh and limbs were melted, and it was **** and filthy.

 When ordinary monks enter, they may not only have their physical body corroded, but also their spiritual power may be polluted, or even their spiritual consciousness may be degraded.

 Master She has entered the evil path and is not afraid of these things.

Master She cursed Mo Hua a few more words in his heart, then walked to the blood pool where the statue of the **** was soaked, jumped down, and sank to the bottom of the blood pool.

 The pool of blood surged, and the breath vibrated.

 After a while, Master She reluctantly came out of the blood pool and threw a **** sword on the ground.

Gu Quan took out the silk cloth, wiped away the blood, and handed the sword to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua looked at it carefully and his pupils shrank.

This is a broken sword, with only half of the tip remaining. The sword body has been corroded by blood and has lost its luster, but its material is extraordinary.

Although Mo Hua is not proficient in weapon refining, he does know a little bit about the materials for refining weapons.

 The gold and iron used to forge this sword must be at least third grade.

  In other words, this is a broken handle...

The golden elixir realm natal magic weapon!

 (End of this chapter)