Asking about longevity

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 he has slowed down in this moment.

On the contrary, spiritual power recovers more slowly.

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

There is still some tingling left in the sea of ​​consciousness.

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

The divine consciousness divided into three treacherous thoughts, and the fourth level of divine consciousness formed an array, which 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.

It was obvious that he was only in the early stage of foundation building and had sixteen textures to transform his consciousness, which was much stronger than monks of the same realm.

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

Mo Hua sighed.

If his spiritual consciousness is strong enough, it is really possible for him to use the formation as a spell, turn hundreds of thousands into one thought, combine multiple deceptions, and form a killing formation in an instant.

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

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

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

The differentiation of treacherous thoughts is equivalent to forcibly dividing the spiritual consciousness and carrying out various scheming calculations, which places a huge load on the sea of ​​consciousness.

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

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

In the end, if it hadn't been for the recent devouring of the "divine marrow", the divine consciousness would have further qualitatively changed, and its foundation would have been solid, and it would have been impossible to form another treacherous thought beyond the limit.

There are three levels of deception in total.

His own tricks are twice as strong as before.

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

"My uncle never told me..."

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

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

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

Thousands of mysterious shadows...

Mo Hua was shocked.

Looking at it this way, he is too strong!

The three treacherous thoughts of his were nothing compared to his uncle's "honeycomb" of dense treacherous shadows.

"As expected of Master!"

Mo Hua nodded in his mind.

But then he had another doubt.

Only after he ate the divine marrow and transformed his spiritual consciousness was he able to endure the pain of being distracted by trick calculations, withstand the load of the sea of ​​consciousness, and manage to separate three trick thoughts.

Then what method did Master Uncle use to sort out so many dense and countless evil thoughts?

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...

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

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 sighed.

My life also has limits, and the "Tao" also has no limits.

It seems that I have to work harder.

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

"The differentiation of spiritual thoughts..."

Mo Hua frowned.

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

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 countless "Divine Skeletons"...

Gods can differentiate.

The deception can also be differentiated...

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

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

The god's spiritual consciousness divides the divine body, and the monk's spiritual consciousness divides the evil thoughts.

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

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

Mo Hua was startled by his own thoughts.

He thought about it carefully and found that dividing "treacherous thoughts" and dividing "divine bones" should be different. After all, one is the method of a monk and the other is the talent of a god.

But in essence, the more I think about it, the more I think it resembles it.

There's just no way to verify it.

He couldn't run up to his uncle or the Great Wild 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 immediately eat himself and then turn himself into a "little god servant".

Mo Hua couldn't help but shudder 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.

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

That is, the more divine marrow is eaten, the deeper the quality of divine consciousness becomes, the more deceitful thoughts can be divided, and the stronger the secrets of heaven are.

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

Whether it's 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 it is extremely fast, it will not give the enemy any chance to breathe. It can use all kinds of techniques to attack continuously, and it will always be your turn!

"Divine Essence..."

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, meditated peacefully, and restored his condition to its best.

Everyone else was meditating, adjusting their breath, and taking medicine to heal their injuries.

This 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 with bruises, but this kind of human trafficker did many evil things, and there was no one knows 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 arriving at 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 River Temple, as if sword cultivators were fighting here with all their strength.

The ground was crisscrossed with sword marks, and some of the stone pillars in front of the temple also showed signs of being cut off by the sword energy.

Even though hundreds of years have passed, the sword's will still remains.

It can be seen that this sword cultivator must have outstanding swordsmanship.

And to be able to kill the evil god's temple alone with one sword, his 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 sword cultivator, couldn't understand it at all.

Not to mention being able to learn one and a half moves.

Mo Hua is a little regretful and unwilling.

"How about counting it down?"

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

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

The strange shadow is like a Taoist robe of Mo Shadow, draped on the body of Mo Hua.

One level, two levels...

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

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

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

This time the cause and effect is clearer than before.

Strands of pure white causal lines emerged from the sword marks on the ground, and floated towards the river temple.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This means that the secret of Sword Intent 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 bastard should be in the temple too, so be careful."

Everyone nodded.

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

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

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

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

When you enter the temple, you will see the main hall.

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 god standing above it.

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

Under the river god statue, 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 soaked in blood water, heard the movement, opened his eyes, looked shocked when he saw everyone, and said in a hoarse voice:

"How could 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 others immediately rushed forward, using swords, fists and kicks. In no more than dozens of rounds, they knocked Master She down again, tied him tightly with spirit-binding chains, and pinned him to the ground.

Mo Hua curled his lips.

This old bastard is not the Fire Buddha. He has just learned some demonic techniques. 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 you wanted to pray to the River God and exchange 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 and said, "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 then turned pale and exclaimed to 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's eyes widened and he 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 nodded.

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 bastard is so damn cruel, he will kill 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..."

Mo Hua's gaze became dangerous.

Master She smiled bitterly, "It's really not enough. We have to open the 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. Seeing that the ink painting looked unkind, he quickly explained, "The items for opening the altar for sacrifice are all in the storage bag."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then 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 preaching.

The head of the fish demon, the bloody 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, I made a mistake.

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

But he didn't expect that he was a cruel little king of hell.

The wound on his neck was burning.

The evil in Master She's eyes flashed, 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 Heshen Temple.

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

From the inside of the temple, it looked ordinary. There was no terrifying sight like the blood mist outside. It seemed as if the bloody signs we had seen just now were just an illusion.

Moreover, there is no altar.

After looking at Mo Hua for a long time, he couldn't find the real altar that could make him feel "desired".

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

There is only one idol.

But 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 immersed in a pool of blood.

Mo Hua lowered his head and looked at the blood pool, and found that in the blood pool, the blood was thick, and there were also limbs and dissolved flesh and blood.

Just one look at it made Mo Hua feel extremely sick.

"What is this pool of blood soaked in the idol used for?"

Use flesh and blood to pollute the river god and degenerate him?

Mo Hua was 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 He Temple are 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 might be hidden in Master She.

In addition, there is another problem, which is the transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords.

Hundreds of years ago, the sword cultivator who was proficient in spiritual 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.

And the cause and effect in those sword marks all gathered in the Heshen Temple.

But in this temple, although it is dilapidated and crude, there is no sign of a battle, and there is no remaining sword intent from the divine sword technique.

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

Mo Hua clasped his hands behind his back and pressed against the corner, looking around the river temple, but still couldn't find any clues, so he couldn't help but focus on Master She.

Master She was heartbroken by Mo Hua's deep and unpredictable gaze.

"Little...young master, is there...something wrong?"

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 kind of sword is the young master talking 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 it..."

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

Mo Hua glanced at it and understood instantly.

"Blood pool!"

"In the entire River Temple, there is only one place in the Blood Pool that 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-eyed.

Master She felt a chill in his heart.

Very wise and almost demonic.

Why does this kid look 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, and just when he was about to speak, he heard Mo Hua say 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 a sword of some kind 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 did Master She want to say? Mo Hua's eyes had 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 bloody and dirty.

When ordinary monks enter, they may have their physical body corroded, their spiritual power contaminated, or even their spiritual consciousness degraded.

But Master She has entered the evil path and is not afraid of this.

Master She secretly cursed Mo Hua a few more times, then walked to the blood pool where the statue was soaked, jumped down, and sank to the bottom of the blood pool.

The blood pool surged and the breath vibrated.

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

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

Mo Hua took a closer look 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!