Asking About Longevity

Chapter 700 Divine Power (Thank you Shu Shiouo for the reward~)

In Mo Hua's body, the three layers of strange thoughts disappeared, and everything returned to the same as before, just like a simple little monk.

But at this moment, he was looking at Master She with an expressionless face and a trace of majesty in his pale golden pupils, as if he were looking at an ant crawling on the ground.

Master She’s eyes were horrified.

 Suddenly, he had the illusion of facing a "god".

So many ferocious and terrifying monsters, all of them were wiped out by the little King of Hell using formations in just one round.

 Is this really something that “human beings” can do?

But it’s impossible…

Master She knew in his heart that this little monk did have a physical body, and his consciousness was indeed pulled from the sea of ​​consciousness into the dream by himself.

 He is indeed a human being!

 It is very similar to the statue in the temple outside.

Mo Hua has been "hungry" for a long time, and now it is rare to have a "full meal".

 The demons here are probably raised by the evil **** himself. Their evil thoughts are fatter, and their refined spiritual consciousness is also more abundant.

 The river **** looked majestic and ignored him.

As he walked, Mo Hua could feel that the atmosphere in the Heshen Temple was getting more and more depressing.

Mo Hua raised his head and asked doubtfully: "Are you the River God?"

 “Old miscellany.”

Mo Hua absorbed a large amount of demonic and evil thoughts, and after some refining, not only did he make up for the large amount of spiritual consciousness consumed just now, but his own spiritual thoughts seemed to have become stronger.

And I don’t know if it’s because they’ve been “eaten” too much. In recent days, the number of demons in Yu’er’s dreams has become less and less.

 What he didn’t expect was that the river **** actually spoke.

 This scene was seen by Master She, and he trembled all over, and his soul was gone.

He was afraid that he would lose his manners in front of the River God and thus make the River God displeased, but at the same time, he was also a little shocked in his heart.

 I have sacrificed so many times in the past two hundred years, and the Lord River God has never given a single word of instruction.

 The golden light all around was filled with blood.

If you have a little ability, you don't know how high the sky is, and sooner or later you will die without a burial place.

 Master She's face is ashen as death.

Evil demons are hatched from the remaining fearful consciousness of the followers of the evil **** who died tragically after being blood-refined, but their essence is no longer the "spiritual consciousness" of humans.

 His spiritual consciousness has taken a clear step from the sixteenth level to the seventeenth level.

This statue of a river **** has a fish face and a human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with clouds and waves. It twists its hands and puts them at its side. Its mouth is like a basin of blood, its teeth are as white as a basin, and it sits high, with a majestic and terrifying gaze.

This little monk, not only was he not eaten by the demon, but now he has been eaten by the demon...

 However, if the spiritual mind is so strong, can it really be regarded as a "human"...

"yes…"

 Walking all the way to the main hall at the back, Mo Hua looked up and saw a huge statue of the river god.

After devouring the evil thoughts of the demon, Mo Hua pinched the back of Master She’s neck with one hand and dragged him to continue walking into the River Temple.

When Master She saw the statue of the River God, he no longer pretended to be paralyzed. He immediately knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound and knocked his head on the stone bricks. His movements were extremely pious and he said tremblingly:

“Believers have seen Lord River God and Lord God!”

This little brat, relying on his own abilities, is really bold!

But this kid looked directly at the god, spoke without meaning, and was so rude... Lord River God actually responded to his words?

 And it doesn’t seem like he’s very angry?

Rather, it is an evil thought that feeds on people’s spiritual consciousness.

This voice was extremely rich and solemn. It echoed in the Heshen Temple and actually had a faint accent.

 But it is larger, and the spiritual aura is more powerful, like a living god.

After walking a few steps, Mo Hua remembered something. He turned back and looked at the demonic energy floating around after being burned and killed. He felt that it could not be wasted, so he opened his mouth and took a sudden breath.

 Are you "eating" monsters?

"What kind of little monster did I introduce into the temple of the River God..."

Master She was trembling in his heart.

 Master She was secretly mocking in his heart.

Mo Hua shouted, but saw that Master She was distracted and frightened, so he reached out and grabbed his neck and carried him forward.

When he met the River God, not only did he not kneel down or say anything, he even called the River God by his name rudely, showing no respect at all!

 Those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at riding will fall.

Master She buried his head lower.

How can I allow you to be so presumptuous in front of the Lord River God?

Master She’s face was pale and in disbelief.

 Compared with this, the demons in Yu'er's nightmare are much "thinner".

The evil thoughts that filled the sky were all sucked into the mouth by the ink painting.

Master She is a little unbelievable.

 “You have offended the majesty of God…” the river god’s thick and vicissitudes of voice said.

 Master She was shocked.

 The river **** is indeed angry, this boy is going to be in trouble!

“I can let bygones be bygones…” the river **** continued.

 Master She: “…”

Mo Hua was also a little surprised, "I broke into your river temple, saw your secrets, and killed the demons you raised. How can you let things go by the wayside?"

On the fish head of the river god, the face is strange, and there is no hint of joy or anger, but his voice is full of compassion:

“The gods love the world, but you are still young and ignorant.”

Mo Hua asked strangely: "Then you are willing to let me go?"

 The River God nodded and said, "Natural."

 “I still have a few companions.” Mo Hua said.

 “They can go too.”

“There are two more children who were killed by this old **** before…” Mo Hua pointed at Master She who was kneeling on the ground and continued:

“…He gave it to you as a sacrifice, and I want to take it back.”

The River God was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly focused, and he said slowly:

“These two children are blessed. I originally wanted to accept them as children in front of the throne, but your blessings are higher than theirs..."

“If you want these two children, you can take them away.”

Master She, who was kneeling on the ground piously, was stunned at that moment.

 Did I...hear it wrong?

This little brat, how dare you ask for someone in front of Lord River God? Making requests over and over again?

 And such a rude request, Lord River God...

 Agreed to it? !

 Could it be that the River God is not a vicious **** who kills people, but a kind **** who saves all living beings?

This is not right...

 But on the other side, Mo Hua seems not satisfied yet.

He thought for a while and then said: "I also want to take away the fisherman in the square."

At this moment, the River God's expression froze, his eyes were already somewhat cold and indifferent, and his tone was no longer kind.

“Little monk, only when you are content can you always be happy, and only when you start well can you have a good ending.”

"I have made an exception for your gift. Don't overdo it or overdo it, otherwise it will lead to disaster..."

Mo Hua also nodded and said: "Yes, you hang fish heads, sell mutton, kill so many people, eat so much spiritual consciousness, and practice so many evil spirits, you should know enough is enough..."

“It’s already an exception for me to talk to you in a nice manner. Don’t push yourself too far, otherwise it will lead to disaster..."

 The fish head of the river **** suddenly became ferocious, and the cold and dull fish eyes revealed an evil look.

Its voice is like the frost that envelopes the harsh winter:

"You knew already?"

 “How do you know?”

Hang fish heads and sell mutton...

 The fish eyes of the river **** instantly turned scarlet red, "You little human being, you are so brave!"

Mo Hua stopped talking, jumped up and punched out.

 Everyone in Master She is numb.

The river **** sneered, and slowly stretched out his huge demonic claws, wrapped in blood, and grabbed Mo Hua.

 The white and tender fist struck the huge demon claw.

With a bang, the fluctuations of spiritual thoughts spread to all directions.

 The River God’s smile suddenly solidified.

Its huge demonic claw was directly blasted through by Mo Hua's fist, and the shadow of the spiritual thoughts above the demonic claw dimmed a bit.

After punching through the demon claws, Mo Hua followed up with another punch, heading straight for the fish-headed door of the River God.

The river god's eyes trembled, and he no longer dared to raise his head. He quickly stood up and retreated.

Mo Hua threw his fist in the air, his body flashed with light blue light, he used Water Step, and continued to attack the River God.

The River God dodged twice, but because of his huge body, he could not avoid it, so he was punched in the abdomen by Mo Hua.

 The small punch contained so much power that the whole body of the River God trembled.

The river **** was furious and said, "Okay, you ignorant boy. If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine. Don't blame me for being rude today!"

 A burst of blood mist surged up, spread for a moment, and then suddenly rolled back and condensed around the river god.

The body of the River God has not grown in size, but has shrunk. He is only one head taller than a normal adult monk, but his body shape has become more condensed.

It looks like a statue of God just now. He dispersed his spiritual thoughts and deliberately became taller to intimidate believers.

 As spiritual thoughts spread, power will also spread.

As it looks now, the spiritual thoughts are condensed in the body, which is its true posture.

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up and his fighting spirit became stronger.

Ever since his spiritual consciousness changed and he swallowed the divine marrow, he has yet to lose a single battle over his spiritual consciousness.

 Ordinary monsters are no match for him.

 He ​​wanted to know how strong the "physical" power of his spiritual thoughts was, and whether he could compete head-on with the real "gods" and have a showdown.

Mo Hua was not long-winded. He dodged and rushed forward again. He raised his small fist and punched the river **** in the face.

The River God was accidentally punched in the face by Mo Hua. The fish's gills were deformed and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back. After standing still, the river god’s eyes were completely red.

Its ferocious nature was also completely aroused, and its robes embroidered with cloud and wave patterns actually turned blood red.

 “Seeking death!”

The river **** roared in a low voice, like a demon, with claws like the wind, killing directly towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was not afraid and started fighting the river **** head on.

 For a moment, figures intertwined, fists and claws clashed, and the strong power of spiritual thoughts was like the trembling of thunder drums, which continued to spread to the surroundings, shaking the temple built in dreams, causing the floor tiles to break and the walls to be mottled.

Master She was afraid of being affected, so he had already trembled and hid aside. Watching the ink paintings fighting the river god, he was shocked in his heart.

 “This teenage kid is actually fighting hand-to-hand with the ‘gods’ by relying on the power of his spiritual thoughts?!”

Master She felt it was extremely ridiculous.

 After fighting Mo Hua for dozens of rounds, there was still no winner.

The River God couldn't help but look coldly, and a light golden color condensed on the demon's claws. The light golden color also oozed with little bits of blood red.

 The fish head of the river **** showed a sneer.

The pale golden demon claws, carrying the fishy wind, suddenly tore towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua sensed that something was wrong, and imitated the River God, fusing the pale golden marrow thread into his fist, and then punched out, clashing head-on with the River God's demonic claws.

 More turbulent fluctuations came, two spiritual thoughts strangled, and the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered.

 Then one person and one **** were equally divided, and each took two steps back.

Mo Hua felt a little pain in his little fist and couldn't help but rub it.

The river god’s demonic claws were completely indestructible, but his expression changed and he looked at the ink painting in shock, “You are not a human?!”

Mo Hua was displeased, "You are not a human being!"

  He then reacted, "Oh, yes, you are indeed not a human being."

 The River God was slightly stunned, his eyes cold, "You are carrying the essence of a god, are you a human or a god?"

 The ink painting is smiling and silent.

When the river **** saw this, he could not help but look angry and sneered:

“Don’t think that because you got some divine essence by chance, you dare to despise the gods.”

“The gods are the masters of all the spirits of heaven and earth, and the ways of the gods are the taboos on the road to immortality. You know nothing about them.”

"That's all." The river **** held his right hand empty and formed a bone harpoon. There were five barbs on the tip of the harpoon, stained with blood poison.

“No matter where you come from, you will become a sacrifice to me today.”

“How can I refuse to accept the divine essence that is delivered to my door?”

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The river **** held up the bone harpoon high. On the harpoon, blood spikes condensed by rotten evil thoughts emerged. In just a moment, they shot through the air towards Mo Hua.

The water shadow on Mo Hua's body flashed, and he used Water Step to avoid it calmly.

The river **** sneered, and on the bone harpoon, blood thorns condensed one after another, extremely scarlet, and pierced the ink painting more densely.

Mo Hua saw that he couldn't escape, so he pointed at a point, and the fireball condensed and drew a line of fire, flying straight towards the river god.

 The fireball and the blood thorn collided in the air, turning into a red mist of blood and fire.

 The river **** looked startled, "Spell?"

 Ink painting is no nonsense either.

 Since you don’t want to play melee combat, then use long-range spells.

 He is not a physical practitioner, and close combat is not his strong point.

The pupils of the ink painting are deep, the thoughts are flowing, the fingers are clicking, and fireballs are connected from end to end, like crossbow arrows, heading straight towards the river god.

The river **** initially wanted to use the bone harpoon to fight with blood thorns.

 But within a moment, it discovered that there were more and more fireballs, and they were getting faster and faster, which was several times faster than the speed at which its blood thorns condensed.

 The dense fireballs were so dense that the **** thorns couldn't stop them at all.

 In just a few rounds, a fireball hit the River God and exploded into a cloud of fire mist.

Then more and more fireballs hit the River God one after another. Flames exploded and engulfed the River God's body.

 After a moment, the fire dissipated and the River God was revealed. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.

It's just that its expression is completely ferocious, its beard and gills are spread out, and its fangs are exposed. It no longer has the majesty of a god, and it looks like a river monster.

 This kid is so troublesome!

　　“It seems that these means cannot defeat you…”

"In this case, I will let you see the true way of the gods, so that you can know what the true gods are!"

Mo Hua's expression was slightly stern, and he felt that the aura of the entire river **** was getting stronger and stronger.

At the same time, a mysterious and Taoist charm emerged from the River God.

Mo Hua remembers that Huangshan Jun said that gods are born adhering to the great road and are born to control part of the rules of heaven and earth.

At this time, the surroundings of the River Temple were soaked with water vapor, as if penetrated by the laws of the water system. All divine structures began to gradually distort due to the interference of the laws.

 A drop of blood dripped from the sky and fell to the floor, splashing with **** water.

 Then the second drop, the third drop... became more and more dense.

 It rained blood from the sky.

The ink painting feels vaguely bad.

This blood rain is too weird, and the aura of the laws of heaven and earth around it is too strong, which is not a good thing at first glance.

Mo Hua didn't know what move the big fish-headed river **** wanted to use, so he greased the soles of his feet and sneaked away.

 Thirty-six Strategies: Take action first, avoid the sharp edges first, and then take a long-term approach.

But before he could run far, the fish-headed river **** suddenly opened his mouth and said with a ferocious smile:

 “Want to run? It’s too late!”

“This will allow you to see that gods are born in accordance with the principles of heaven and earth, and have the innate method of understanding the mysteries of all things…”

 “Supernatural power—infinite river of blood!”

Mo Hua was shocked when he heard this.

 Supernatural powers? !

 The God’s innate method?

He had never heard of it, not even Huangshan Jun mentioned it.

As soon as He Shen's voice fell, he transformed into Tao with his body, as if he was integrated with the blood rain of heaven and earth.

Then the rain of blood became heavier and heavier, and within a dozen breaths, it gathered into a vast river of blood, rushing and sweeping like an evil dragon making waves, collapsing all the walls, buildings, and palaces in the temple.

From in front of the River Temple, the river of blood surged, swallowing everything, and spread to the apse, but stopped in front of the square.

 In the square, many fishing cultivators knelt down and worshiped.

 They prayed out of their sufferings to provide faith for the river god, who did not want to damage his own foundation.

 But such a vast river of blood is enough to annihilate the ink painting.

 Drowning in the water, the ink painting feels like being imprisoned in an endless water prison, with chest tightness and suffocation.

 The river of blood is entangled with the laws of gods, the evil thoughts of evil gods, and the power of **** evil thoughts.

Like the poison of spiritual consciousness, the rotten water of spiritual thoughts, corroding the incarnation of spiritual consciousness in ink paintings all the time.

The ink painting was swallowed up by the river of immeasurable blood, like a child drowning in **** water. The little hands and feet struggled on their own, but they could only watch themselves being caught in the whirlpool and sinking to the bottom of the evil and **** river.

The river **** looked at this scene and showed a cold smile.

 But after a moment, its smile solidified again.

 Something’s wrong…

 The River God’s eyes were slightly frightened, and his expression became more and more solemn.

It felt that a breath similar to "Tao" spread, expanded, and condensed at the bottom of the river until... it erupted like a volcano.

 The blood river instantly turned red.

 Even so brightly red.

 But this kind of red is not blood red, but fiery red.

It was like a volcano erupted at the bottom of the river, and the fire burst out and burned the river water.

 The surface of the river gradually boiled, and a large amount of blood evaporated.

 In the vast river of blood, a large piece of blood was evaporated out of thin air, and then other blood flowed backwards and rolled up, forming a vortex, and then bit by bit, all the blood was evaporated into water vapor.

 The cycle goes on and on until the entire river of blood is evaporated by the raging fire.

 The air is filled with heat.

 White steam curled up.

 The remaining blood rain carries a scalding temperature.

And the ink painting stood there, with blazing fire surrounding it.

 The endless river of blood was burned away by him.

 The River God took a breath of cold air and looked extremely solemn.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at the River God. With a serious face, he said his move domineeringly:

 “Supernatural power!”

 “Karma burns the river!”

The river **** was startled, and finally couldn't hold it back any longer and cursed loudly:

"You idiot! What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I can't see it? What you just used was a formation!"

 “Almost…” Mo Hua muttered.

 The river god’s eyelids twitched wildly.

 Formation, magical power…

 In a sense, it is almost the same.

 Can this level of formation really be performed by humans?

How much depth of understanding of formations is needed to create such a powerful formation in a dream, with the help of spiritual thoughts.

 At that moment, the **** and his followers had the same idea.

 Can this kid... really be considered a "human"?

 (End of this chapter)