Asking About Longevity Chapter 701

Chapter 701 Killing the God

 In front of the River Temple.

Mo Hua's small body confronts the tall and evil river god, but his momentum is not inferior at all.

 The surrounding area is in ruins, with broken walls and dilapidated temples.

Most of the river temples were first submerged by the river **** with the magical power of the immeasurable blood river, and then burned to death by the Lihuo Formation manifested by the ink painting's divine thoughts.

Amidst the ruins, the only things left were the square where the fishermen worshiped and the main hall behind the river god.

 The River God looked at the ink painting with deep fear.

Mo Hua's eyes were happy and fearless, but he also felt a little troublesome in his heart, especially the "supernatural power" with such a river of blood.

Even a monk who cultivates spiritual thoughts into swords, unless his sword intention reaches its peak, will probably be in trouble when encountering such a powerful blood river magical power.

That senior sword cultivator back then should have also broken through this blood river magical power.

 But when inferring cause and effect in ink painting, I didn't see it.

Mo Hua suddenly realized something, his hand was filled with golden light, and he punched out, but the river **** blocked it with his blood-colored demonic claws.

The river **** interacts with the ink painting, either using a bone harpoon and condensing blood thorns to fight, or using the magical power of the blood river to corrode the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.

 Then without saying a word, he rushed forward and fought with the river god.

 Supernatural power!

 These two words sound very majestic!

If you learn it yourself, wouldn't you really be as powerful as a god?

 The river **** looked indifferent.

"And your divine will, which combines offense and defense, is too strong and balanced. Even if I use my magical power, I can't kill you. But on the other hand, there's nothing you can do but I can't..."

Mo Hua took the opportunity to retreat, distanced himself, and said displeasedly:

The River God's eyes widened slightly, with a bit of amazement.

However, he also knows that he is not a real "god". Since this magical power is an innate talent, I am afraid it cannot be learned.

 At close range, fight with fists and feet, and at a distance, use spells to restrain them. Occasionally, they will manifest a few formations and blast the river god.

 “This is...the true power of the gods.”

But this time, the scale of the magical power is small, only a few feet around the body, and a blood-colored river of evil thoughts is condensed to limit the attack of Mo Hua.

“If I hadn't been more skilled, I would have almost fallen into his hands.”

“…Your spiritual will is very powerful; you have rich experience in spiritual killing; your spiritual means are also endless, and you can manifest spells and even such profound formations…”

“Hundreds of years ago, he came here alone, with one man and one sword, trying to destroy my orthodoxy. His swordsmanship was unpredictable and his sword intent was extremely sharp..."

 At present, he and this big fish head are evenly matched. It seems that it is not that easy to defeat it.

 “The first one is a sword cultivator.”

“It can be said that you are more like a 'god' than a 'human being'.”

After fighting like this for dozens of rounds, although Mo Hua had a slight upper hand, it was hard to tell the winner. Indeed, as the River God said, there was nothing he could do.

Pity…

 “And you are different…”

Mo Hua stared at the River God again.

The river **** has the same idea.

 “When the body dies and the **** dies, you will live and die on your own.”

“His spiritual thoughts are too extreme. His divine thoughts turn into swords, and his divine thoughts are swords. Therefore, his sword can hurt me, but I can also easily injure him severely.”

 “Innate magical powers…”

“No matter how strong your spiritual thought is, it will become a rootless duckweed. Either you will die, or you will become evil and become an evil ghost..."

Mo Hua was shocked, and then he couldn't help but have an idea:

 “…I don't know if I can learn it?”

 “If you become an evil spirit, your vitality will be severely damaged. You are no match for me.”

It should be that during the battle, the fluctuations in the exchange of spiritual thoughts were too great, which blurred the cause and effect. When I deduced it by myself, it only flashed by and I couldn't see the specific battle process.

“You are a human, and as a human you have a body. I only need to drag you into this dreamland, and wait until your outer body corrodes and rots, or an accident occurs and the body dies..."

It looked at the ink painting with a more solemn expression, and said slowly in a hoarse voice:

“In the past few hundred years, you are the second person that I have found so troublesome.”

“But no matter how strong your spiritual sense is, your killing power is far less than that of that sword cultivator back then.”

“So, from the moment you enter the dreamland, I will be invincible.”

Mo Hua licked his lips, "How will you know if you don't try."

 “Are you stalling for time?”

But ordinary monks, or even ordinary swordsmen who turn their spiritual thoughts into swords, have absolutely no chance of survival when encountering such "supernatural powers" at the level of true gods.

 The river **** saw that the ink painting understood and smiled slightly, showing his white fangs.

 That senior should have received the Taixu Sect's True Sword Transformation, and after years of sharpening his swordsmanship, he had such power of spiritual thoughts that he could confront the gods head-on.

“But no matter how strong his sword intention is, he is still just a 'human' and cannot change the fact that his spiritual consciousness is fragile.”

 The ink painting is a bit exciting.

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment, then said frankly:

 “I give up, I won't play anymore, can you let me out?”

 The River God's eyelids twitched.

 This kid is really thick-skinned.

It has lived for so long and has seen so many monsters and ghosts. It has never seen anyone admit defeat so simply, so calmly, and so confidently.

 But it doesn't believe it at all.

This little monk, although young, is cunning and weird. He can't believe a word he says.

 The river **** sneered and did not answer.

Mo Hua sighed, then immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word.

The River God didn't care at first, but then he saw that the direction Mo Hua was escaping from was the square where the fisherman was kneeling and worshiping, and his eyes flashed sharply.

 “You kid, you want to destroy my dojo?!”

The river **** turned into blood and water, and with waves of evil thoughts, he immediately chased the ink painting.

 After chasing for a long time, I chased him all the way to the square, but I still couldn't see the figure of Mo Hua.

 “Where have you gone?”

 The River God frowned strangely.

It thought for a moment, suddenly felt frightened, and said in surprise:

 “The main hall!”

This little brat, I don't know what means he used, actually concealed his aura and attacked in the east and west.

 He wants to steal the house!

 The River God was so angry that his beard and hair stood out. He immediately rolled back the blood river and returned to the front of the hall at a faster speed.

From a distance, it saw that the originally closed door of the main hall had been forcibly opened to create a hole, just enough for a child to get in.

 “What a cunning little beast!”

The river **** was furious and rushed into the hall immediately.

 In the main hall, there is a blood silk gold cover, carved beams and painted pillars, luxurious and luxurious, and there are various skull carvings and pearls turned from **** evil thoughts.

 It is like a small dragon palace at the bottom of the river.

It's just that this "Dragon Palace", with its rich blood and white bones, is more like the underworld.

 In the middle of the hall, there is an altar.

The altar reliefs are simple, the furnishings are luxurious, solemn and solemn.

In the center of the altar, there is a statue of the River God made of gold and stone. It looks the same as the River God, but two goat horns are grafted on the top of its head, which looks very strange.

 Under the statue of the river god, there is an offering table.

The offering table was filled with fresh fish sacrifices, and upon closer inspection they were all made of human flesh and bones.

 In the middle of the altar table, there is a glass-colored fish tank, which is full of small blood-red fish.

Under the altar table, two children were kneeling, none other than Yu Dahe's two sons.

At this time, they were kneeling devoutly to the statue of the river god. Two special blood fish were wandering in their minds, seemingly "assimilating" the two children.

The two children seemed to be being "alienated". They had blood-colored gills on their cheeks, cyan fish scales on their skin, and signs of fins on their hands and feet. They seemed to be turning into two "little river boys" little by little.

At this moment, Mo Hua was standing in front of the altar, stroking his chin, thinking, and nodding slightly.

 First of all, he was right.

The River God used the magical power of the Infinite Blood River and flooded most of the River Temple, but only two places were not flooded, one was the square and the other was the main hall.

 In the square, there are believers of the River God, which is the foundation for preaching.

 The door of the main hall is closed. I have never entered, so I don't know what is inside.

But the river **** never flooded the main hall, it must be because there is something as important as the foundation of the mission, or even more important, in this main hall.

Since it was hard to tell the winner, Mo Hua thought it would be better to take a closer look, so he pretended to run away to the square, but in fact used his stealth skills to return secretly, broke down the door of the main hall, entered the real "home" of the River God, and saw the real altar. .

The river **** never expected that the ink painting would remain hidden.

I never expected that Mo Hua would be so courageous and cunning!

It looked at the ink painting and was trembling with anger.

Mo Hua stood in front of the altar, squinting at the river **** and smiling.

The river **** instantly understood what Mo Hua wanted to do, and his heart trembled with fear, and he shouted in shock:

"you dare!?"

 There is nothing you dare not do with ink painting.

With lightning speed, he picked up the glass fish tank, smashed it to the ground, and trampled the **** fish in the tank to death one by one.

 Then he raised his foot and kicked over the altar table, turned around and kicked it again, knocking down the statue of the river god. He even jumped on top of the statue of the river **** and broke off the two horns of the statue of the river god.

 Ink painting moves very quickly.

The River God was far away and couldn't stop him, so he could only watch the ink painting act recklessly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire altar was in a mess.

 The heart of the river **** is bleeding.

 This is the altar that it took so much painstaking efforts and hundreds of years to build, but it was all destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Anger filled his heart, the river god's evil thoughts boiled over, and the blood on his robe was so thick that it turned black. When the altar was destroyed and the glass fish tank was smashed, the **** fish in the minds of Yu Dahe's two sons were like fish out of water. They gradually withered and died in just a few breaths.

 The two children also stopped alienating.

 The way of thinking in ink painting is indeed true.

 To eliminate evil, we must do everything we can, and to drive out evil we must treat the root cause.

The altar is the key to everything.

At this time, in the square, the fisherman was kneeling to the river god. The blood fish in his mind were also dehydrated and died one by one.

 The eyes of the fishermen cultivators gradually became clear.

As if waking up from a nightmare, with hazy cognitive retrospection, they gradually regained some consciousness, and at the same time, they also gradually escaped from the dream.

 The entire River Temple seemed to be trembling slightly.

 This "collective nightmare" was constructed by the river god, but supported by the faith of the fishermen.

Now that the altar has been destroyed, the nightmare has lost its roots. Once Yu Xiu wakes up and escapes from the nightmare, the foundation of the entire nightmare will inevitably be shaken.

 The river god's eyes were already red.

It was alert enough, but it never expected that it would encounter such an outrageous little human beast today.

 Not only is his spiritual mind ridiculously strong, but his mind is also deceitful and cunning.

 And he made an attack in the east and destroyed the altar directly, which shows that he is not ignorant of the way of the gods.

It is even possible to know a lot.

 The taboos in the way of the gods are only spread among the gods, and are only known to mortals as a drop in the bucket.

Which **** who was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts was the one who told this little evil beast who deserved to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts to tell the taboos of the gods? !

 The body of the River God began to twist and deform.

The fish head also seems to have a tumor, which is sometimes big and sometimes small, constantly expanding and shrinking.

 It is both because of anger and because of the fragmentation of the "nightmare" that shakes its origin.

"good…"

 The voice of the River God is hoarse and distorted, and his expression is ferocious and terrifying.

 “You want to destroy my ashram, cut off my foundation, and destroy my spiritual way…”

"Then I will eat all the animals and all the animals to strengthen my spiritual mind, and then I will slowly torture you, the little devil, and eat them alive..."

 The river **** turned into a river of blood and disappeared in an instant.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and realized something was wrong. He quickly turned into running water and rushed to the square of the front hall.

 When we arrived in front of the square, we saw a **** mess in the middle of the square.

 A deformed fish monster with a fat fish head, a monster-like body, and blood-red body. The fish tentacles are as thick as tentacles. They are scattered around, binding each fishing cultivator and sucking spiritual consciousness from them.

 The fishermen who woke up all looked frightened and struggled to escape.

From the ink painting, it can be seen at a glance that this fish monster is the transformation of the river god.

His spiritual thoughts flowed, manifesting five elements of magic, using golden blades, water arrows, and fire **** at the same time, killing the **** fish tentacles around them, cutting off or burning them one by one.

 But the number of fish tentacles is too great for the ink painting to cut through.

Even if the formation method is used, the effect is very little.

But the power of the river **** is getting stronger little by little, the fish's whiskers are getting thicker, and the evil thoughts in his body are reaching their peak step by step.

Even, it inspired an evil thought that did not belong to it.

This evil thought is extremely familiar to Mo Hua, and he has even "eaten" it.

 The Evil God of Desolation…

Mo Hua frowned, his expression extremely solemn, and then he gritted his teeth and began to concentrate, as if he wanted to form a large formation to deal with the River God.

Before he could finish his manifestation, several **** fish tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced into his calves. Then they tied the ink painting tightly and hung it in front of the river god.

Ink Hua struggled on its own, but the evil thoughts of the God of Wilderness were wrapped around the fish's tentacles, which were extremely strong and bound Ink Hua tightly.

No matter how hard Mo Hua struggles, he can't break free.

The River God's voice was cold, with a hint of sarcasm:

 “No need to struggle anymore…”

"I have said that although your spiritual will is strong, it is too balanced. It is strong in everything, but it is not extremely strong."

“Unlike that sword cultivator back then, although his spiritual thoughts are far inferior to yours, his spiritual thoughts turned into swords are extremely sharp…”

 “So he can hit me hard, but you can't!”

“You can't break my divine body, and there's nothing you can do to me in my nightmare.”

Hearing this, Mo Hua stopped struggling and seemed to have given up resistance.

 A moment later, his clear voice sounded again.

 “Is there a possibility…”

Mo Hua looked at the river **** who was very close to him, and suddenly smiled brightly, "...can I also turn my spiritual thoughts into swords?"

The River God was startled, and then his pupils suddenly widened, full of shock.

At the same time, a very sharp golden light suddenly appeared.

Majestic, qualitatively changing, and comparable to the power of the gods, all the divine thoughts poured into the right hand of the ink painting, and were continuously compressed and condensed to form an extremely thick and extremely condensed sword shape.

The shape of the sword is rough, like a sword embryo, but the inner spiritual thoughts are extremely sharp and the killing intent is fierce.

 Just like a sword with magical powers condensed with powerful divine power!

 A bit of spiritual essence is integrated into the sword, and the sword is sharpened for this purpose.

With a wave of his hand, the ink painting flashed with pale golden light and condensed into golden threads, easily cutting off all the tough fish tentacles of evil thoughts in front of him!

 The river god's eyes were filled with great fear.

The crisis of life and death is right in front of us, even more terrifying than the crisis of a sword hundreds of years ago.

The river **** struggled and backed away, wanting to stay away from the ink painting and this "little king of hell" holding a golden sword in his hand.

 But it's too late.

Mo Hua flashed and was already in front of it. He pressed its shoulder with his left hand and stabbed it suddenly with the sword of spiritual thought in his right hand.

 The golden light was sharp and invincible, and it pierced the river god's chest directly.

Just like the sword that the swordsman thrust out hundreds of years ago.

 But the swordsman's sword is silver.

 The sword painted in ink is golden.

The divine mind is powerful and fused with the light golden marrow. It is a true "god" sword.

 The chest of the River God was broken open by the pale golden sword light.

 The sword energy transformed from spiritual thoughts strangled the **** evil thoughts in his chest to pieces.

 Huge blood mist suddenly spurted out in all directions.

The evil thoughts of the River God also continued to escape to the surroundings. Its entire divine body, like a deflated ball, gradually shriveled up and finally returned to its original shape.

The fishermen who were sucked by the river god's fish tentacles also escaped from the clutches one after another.

There was still panic in their eyes, and they looked at the monster-like river **** in the middle.

This is...the river god? !

 The fishermen cultivators who had just woken up from their nightmares were frightened and looked uncertain.

 Then they saw an even more incredible scene...

A young monk with a pale golden light wrapped around his body and a golden divine sword in his hand dragged the River God to a platform, then held the River God's head with his left hand, raised the sword with his right hand, and drew a dazzling golden light. He was killed cleanly and his head was beheaded.

This shocking scene shocked the hearts of all the fishermen, leaving them horrified and unable to calm down for a long time.

The river **** was turned into a sword by the ink-painting spirit, and his head was cut off.

 The entire river temple lost its owner, shook violently in an instant, and began to collapse.

 The nightmare also began to collapse at an accelerated rate.

 The figures of the fishing cultivators gradually disappeared.

 They were forcibly expelled from the nightmare.

 Including Yu Dahe's two children, as well as Gu An and Gu Quan, they all gradually woke up from the nightmare...

Beheaded by a sword transformed from his spiritual thoughts, the River God's body and head were gradually transformed into a pool of thick blood.

 This pool of blood is made up of evil thoughts.

  But there is no light golden marrow.

Mo Hua frowned, but time was limited, so he took a deep breath first and swallowed all the evil thoughts of the River God into his belly.

 But it's too late to refine it yet.

Mo Hua estimated that he still had some time, so he returned to the main hall and came to the altar.

 The altar has been destroyed.

The river **** statue fell over, the altar table overturned, the glass vat was broken, and the evil sacrifices were scattered all over the floor. As the dream collapsed, it gradually distorted and turned into wisps of evil energy.

Mo Hua looked through everything on the altar, but couldn't find anything of value.

 There is no divine marrow.

 There is nothing that can be "eaten".

The remaining faint evil spirit is not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth, and Mo Hua doesn't like it at all.

 “Why is this altar... so poor?”

Mo Hua sighed and turned around to leave. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small fish stained with blood swimming out of the statue.

 A fish that slipped through the net?

Mo Hua immediately wanted to reach out and crush the little fish to death.

At the critical moment of life and death, Xiaoyu swung his body with all his strength, throwing out all the filthy blood and blood all over his body, revealing his silver-white body.

 Small whitebait?

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, with a slightly surprised look on his face. However, seeing that this little silver fish had no aura of blood or contamination from evil spirits, he had kind thoughts and spared its life.

The trembling little silver fish nodded repeatedly at the ink painting, as if thanking him, and then turned into a ray of silver light and swam away to no one knows where he went.

 (End of this chapter)

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