Chapter 698: Sword

Outside the Xue Lian Martial Hall, in front of the He Shen Temple.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

His spiritual power and divine sense were completely depleted, but his divine sense foundation was deep, so in this short time, it had already recovered quite a bit.

Spiritual power, on the other hand, recovered relatively slowly.

Mo Hua took several pills to nourish his spiritual power and then sat in meditation to rest his divine sense.

In his sea of consciousness, there was still some stinging pain.

This was the damage to his sea of consciousness caused by forcibly deducing and differentiating multiple strange thoughts using the Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation just now.

Differentiating three strange thoughts and setting up a four-layer divine sense array increased his speed by several times.

But at the same time, the consumption of divine sense also intensified by several times, and in just a flash, his divine sense was completely used up.

He was clearly only in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and possessed a divine sense that had undergone a qualitative change with sixteen patterns, which was much stronger than that of cultivators in the same realm.

But Mo Hua still felt a sense of "divine sense is far from enough".

Mo Hua sighed.

If his divine sense was strong enough, it would truly be possible to use arrays as spells, with one thought turning into hundreds and thousands, calculating multiple strange paths, and instantly setting up a killing array.

In a moment of crisis, it would be enough to turn the tide.

The only thing is that it would consume a lot of spiritual ink and spirit stones, which is a bit of a "money burner".

Moreover, it seems that the qualitative change of divine thoughts is also useful for "strange thought differentiation".

Strange thought differentiation is equivalent to forcibly splitting divine sense for multi-endpoint strange calculation, which puts an extremely heavy load on the sea of consciousness.

Originally, he could only differentiate one strange thought.

Just now, he had used all his strength to differentiate one more.

If it weren't for the fact that he had recently swallowed "Divine Marrow" and his divine sense had undergone a further qualitative change and his foundation was firm, he wouldn't have been able to differentiate another strange thought beyond the limit.

A total of three strange thoughts.

His Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation was two levels stronger than before.

He just didn't know if Shishu's "Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation" is measured by the number of strange thoughts differentiated by divine sense.

"Shishu didn't tell me either..."

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

He could differentiate three strange thoughts, so what about Shishu? If he went all out, how many strange thoughts could he differentiate?

The scene of thousands of strange shadows appearing in his sea of consciousness when Shishu planted a demon in his dao heart and helped him break the grand array just now floated in Mo Hua's mind again.

Thousands of strange shadows...

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

Looking at it this way, Shishu might be too strong!

His mere three strange thoughts were simply insignificant compared to Shishu's "hive-like" dense strange shadows.

"Worthy of being Shishu!"

Mo Hua nodded in his heart and said.

But immediately, a doubt arose again.

He had eaten Divine Marrow and his divine sense had undergone a qualitative change, allowing him to endure the pain of strange calculation and split his mind, and withstand the load on his sea of consciousness, barely differentiating three strange thoughts.

Then what means did Shishu use to differentiate so many, dense, countless strange thoughts?

Perhaps Shishu's divine sense also underwent some "qualitative change" or some kind of "transformation"?

Or perhaps, the Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation has a deeper method of "strange path split mind", which Shishu didn't teach him?

No, that's not right...

Shishu didn't plan to teach him in the first place, how could he blame Shishu?

He could only blame himself for not being smart enough and not learning the essence of the strange path from Shishu.

Mo Hua sighed.

His life also has limits, while the "Dao" is limitless.

It seems that he still needs to work harder.

Mo Hua packed up his mood and prepared to continue meditating to recover his divine sense, but he couldn't help but have another thought.

"Divine thought differentiation..."

Mo Hua frowned.

He remembered what Huang Shan Jun said, that powerful gods could differentiate thousands.

Evil gods are also like this, the divine corpse of the Great Wilderness evil god, which is the golden evil eye, just said the words "Great Wilderness is endless, thousands of divine corpses", which means that the lord of the Great Wilderness has already differentiated countless "divine corpses"...

Gods can differentiate.

The strange path can also differentiate...

Mo Hua trembled in his heart.

Then this Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation, the method of strange thought differentiation, wouldn't it be a method of creating divine thoughts by imitating the way gods differentiate?

Gods' divine thoughts differentiate into divine corpses, and cultivators' divine sense differentiates into strange thoughts.

Then this strange thought can also be regarded as a kind of "divine corpse"?

He differentiated strange thoughts, which was actually differentiating "divine corpses"?

Mo Hua was startled by his own idea.

He thought about it carefully again and found that differentiating "strange thoughts" and differentiating "divine corpses" should still be different, after all, one is a means of cultivators, and the other is the talent of gods.

But in essence, the more Mo Hua thought about it, the more similar he felt it was.

There was just no way to verify it.

He couldn't possibly run to Shishu or the Great Wilderness evil god and ask them about the difference between strange thoughts and divine corpses, right?

He only feared that one would immediately kill him and turn him into a "small puppet".

The other would immediately eat him and then refine him into a "small god servant".

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

Forget it, he'll think about it later when he has a chance.

Mo Hua hid this thought in the bottom of his heart, thinking that he would ponder it slowly later, or when he had time, he would go and ask his old friend Huang Shan Jun again.

But now, by chance, Mo Hua still relied on himself and explored some advanced techniques of divine thoughts.

That is, the more Divine Marrow he ate, the deeper the qualitative change of his divine sense, the more strange thoughts he could differentiate, and the stronger his Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation would be.

And the more abundant his divine sense, the deeper the foundation to support strange calculations.

Whether it was deduction, array formation, or spells, the speed would also be faster.

In the world of spells, only speed is unbreakable.

Arrays and other methods also seem to be the same.

As long as the speed is fast enough, you can take the initiative and seize the opportunity.

If it's fast to the extreme, you can not give the enemy the slightest breathing time, and all methods and offenses can be continuous, and it will always be your turn!

"Divine Marrow..."

Mo Hua raised his head, looked at the He Shen Temple in front, and habitually licked his lips again.

After that, he calmed his mood, pretended that nothing had happened, sat down peacefully in meditation, and restored his state to the best.

Everyone else was also sitting in meditation to adjust their breathing and taking medicine to heal.

Breaking out of the demonic martial hall this time was extremely dangerous, but fortunately, although everyone suffered some injuries, they were all safe and sound, which was considered a false alarm.

Those two black-clothed men who were used as "sacrifices", on the contrary, were covered in injuries, but these human traffickers had committed many evils and their hands were stained with blood, so it was fine to just leave them with a breath, and no one cared about them.

After the crowd had rested well, Mo Hua's divine sense and spiritual power had almost recovered, and then the crowd set off and headed towards the He Shen Temple.

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

"Sword intent?"

He looked and saw that the front of the He Shen Temple was mottled with sword marks, which seemed to have been left by a sword cultivator fighting with all his strength years ago.

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

Although several hundred years had passed, there was still sword intent remaining.

One could know that this sword cultivator's sword art attainment was certainly outstanding.

And to be able to kill to the front of this evil god's temple with just one person and one sword, his divine sense must also be very powerful.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he looked at the sword marks one by one, his divine sense moved slightly, and he carefully comprehended the sword intent within.

It was a pity that these sword intents seemed to have been polluted and corrupted by something, and the remaining sword intent was impure.

Mo Hua, this half-baked sword cultivator, couldn't understand it at all.

Let alone be able to learn a move or two.

Mo Hua was a little regretful and a little unwilling.

"Should I calculate one or not?"

Mo Hua silently said in his heart, then learned on the spot and applied it on the spot, using the Heavenly Mechanism Strange Calculation to amplify the Heavenly Mechanism Deduction.

His pupils were pitch black, and the incarnation of his divine thoughts began to differentiate strange shadows.

The strange shadows were like ink shadows, draped over Mo Hua's body.

One layer, two layers...

Mo Hua wanted to differentiate three layers, but when he differentiated to two layers, he found that his sea of consciousness began to ache again. It seemed that the injury from just now had not yet healed, so he could only differentiate two strange thoughts and make do.

With two strange thoughts combined, under the Heavenly Mechanism Deduction.

A light flashed before Mo Hua's eyes, and cause and effect suddenly appeared, crisscrossing and floating.

This time, the cause and effect were clearer than ever before.

Strands of pure white cause and effect lines emerged from the sword marks all over the ground and gathered towards the He Shen Temple.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This means that the method of the sword intent is hidden inside the He Shen Temple?

Mo Hua no longer hesitated and went straight towards the He Shen Temple. Before entering the temple, Mo Hua thought and turned his head to admonish:

"That old bastard should also be in the temple. Everyone be careful."

The crowd nodded.

In front of the He Shen Temple, there were two black background and gold lacquered door pillars, on which were written "wind and rain are smooth", "river is safe" and other lacquered characters.

But there were many scratches from sword energy on the pillars, and the words were unclear.

Looking up, there was a plaque with three large characters "He Shen Temple" written on it.

Mo Hua's divine sense swept it once, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and then he stepped into the temple.

Upon entering the temple, he immediately saw the main hall.

The main hall was spacious and empty all around, with nothing in it except a offering table in the distant center, on which stood a He Shen statue.

The He Shen statue had a fish face and a human body, wearing a cloud embroidery and sea waves patterned robe, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, his mouth like a blood basin, his teeth stark white, sitting high up, with a majestic and terrifying gaze.

Below the He Shen statue, a pool of blood water was soaking.

The blood water was sticky, and a human figure was soaking in it, which was exactly that Master She.

His appearance now was very strange, half-demon and half-cultivator.

The blood water in the blood pool continuously repaired his physical body.

The crowd's expressions became stern and they successively frowned.

Master She, who was soaking in the blood water, heard the sound, opened his eyes, and saw the crowd with a surprised expression, saying in a hoarse voice:

"You all can actually come here?"

Master She smiled coldly and slowly walked out of the blood pool.

His injuries had been completely healed by the blood water, and at the same time, his body gradually became taller, his muscles bulged, and he turned into a demon again.

"My injuries have recovered, next, I want you all..."

Mo Hua waved his hand.

Gu An and several others immediately rushed up, attacking with knives, swords, fists, and feet, and in just dozens of rounds, they beat Master She down again and tied him firmly with a spirit-binding lock, pressing him to the ground.

Mo Hua curled his lips.

This old bastard, he's not even Fire Buddha, he just learned a little bit of demonization, what's he pretending to be a big wolf tail for...

"I brought the sacrifices, and the two children are also here. Didn't you say you wanted to pray to the River God and exchange the sacrifices with me?"

Mo Hua looked down from above and said, "Quickly exchange!"

Yu Da He's expression also became nervous.

Master She was pressed to the ground by several strong men from the Gu family, shedding a layer of demonic skin, and laughed coldly, "It's too late, there's no saving them. Just wait to die."

Mo Hua said faintly, "Xiao An brother, slaughter this old bastard."

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

Mo Hua nodded, "Slaughter!"

Gu An no longer hesitated, raised his butcher knife, and chopped towards Master She's neck. The blade went down halfway, breaking the skin and flesh, and blood flowed straight out.

Master She immediately turned pale and screamed at Mo Hua, "Are you serious?"

Mo Hua ignored him.

Gu An was still exerting force, and the blade chopped towards his neck.

Master She stared with wide eyes and shouted, "Can be saved! Can be saved! I'll open the altar! Those two children can be saved back by opening the altar!"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Really! Really!" Master She nodded continuously.

Mo Hua gave Gu An a look, and Gu An stopped his hand, pulled out the knife, and brought out blood.

Master She covered his neck, secretly hating in his heart.

This little brat's heart is really damn ruthless, he'll kill you just like that.

"Aren't you secretly badmouthing me?" Mo Hua's expression turned cold.

Master She was startled and trembled, hurriedly shaking his head, "No! No!"

"Give him a hemostatic pill," Mo Hua said, then looked at Master She with ice-cold eyes, "I'll only give you a stick of incense time. Quickly open the altar and go beg your River God Lord to exchange those two children's divine souls back, otherwise I'll have someone chop you up and throw your corpse to the demons outside to feed on..."

Master She hesitated, "A stick of incense time is not enough..."

Mo Hua's gaze became dangerous.

Master She smiled bitterly, "It's really not enough. You still need to open the altar, you still need sacrifices, and you still need to pray to the god. A stick of incense is fundamentally not enough time..."

"Then how long?"

"At least..." Master She said in a low voice, "Half an hour."

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

Master She then breathed a sigh of relief.

"My storage bag..." Master She looked at Mo Hua again, and seeing Mo Hua's expression wasn't good, he quickly explained, "The things for opening the altar and sacrifices are all in the storage bag."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then said to Gu An, "Xiao An brother, give him the storage bag first."

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

However, some demonic pills, techniques, evil tools, and other things inside were still confiscated.

Master She took the storage bag and began to set up the altar.

Fish demon heads, blood candles, human hand bones, blood-stained yellow cloth...

All were some evil and strange things.

Master She placed them on the offering table while glancing at Mo Hua with his peripheral vision, secretly cursing in his heart:

Damn, I misjudged him.

I thought this little ghost was just a arrogant and domineering little straw bag from a noble family who came here to seek merit.

But I didn't expect him to be a ruthless little Yan Wang.

His neck wound was stinging.

A sinister look flashed across Master She's eyes and then disappeared. He then endured the pain while continuing to prepare to open the altar.

Mo Hua then used this time to begin to examine the entire He Shen Temple.

This He Shen Temple looked spacious and majestic, but it also seemed simple.

Looking from inside the temple, it was ordinary, completely lacking the kind of terrifying scene outside with rolling blood fog, as if the bloody omen they saw just now was just an illusion.

Moreover, there was no altar.

Mo Hua looked for a long time but did not find a true altar that could make his heart feel "desire".

It was just like the deepest altar in the Bi Shan demon hall, which was not completed.

There was only a god statue.

But this god statue looked just like an ordinary god statue, not like the River God's life god statue, and even less like the evil god's preaching god statue.

The only strange thing was that this god statue was actually soaking in a blood pool.

Mo Hua lowered his head to look at the blood pool and found that the blood inside was sticky and contained limbs and dissolved flesh.

Just taking one look, Mo Hua felt extremely disgusted.

"What is this blood pool where the god statue is soaking used for?"

Is it used to pollute the River God with blood and flesh and make it fall?

Mo Hua was a little puzzled.

He raised his head again and looked around, sweeping a circle of the entire He Shen Temple. He vaguely had a kind of illusion, as if someone had placed a lock here.

The true secrets of the He Shen Temple were all locked up, not allowing him to see them.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She.

He had a hunch that the key to unlocking the secrets of the He Shen Hall was very likely hidden on Master She's body.

In addition, there was another problem, which was the divine thought turning into a sword.

Hundreds of years ago, that sword cultivator who was proficient in divine thought sword art came here alone and 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 He Shen Temple.

Perhaps it was because although the temple inside was dilapidated and simple, there were no traces of fighting, nor any remaining sword intent of divine thought sword art.

"Where is the cause and effect of the divine thought turning into a sword hidden?"

Mo Hua put his hands behind his back and leaned against the corner of the wall. He strolled around the He Shen Temple but still had no clue. Unwillingly, he put his gaze on Master She's body.

Master She felt his heart hair stand on end from Mo Hua's deep and unfathomable gaze.

"Little... little young master, is there... anything wrong?"

Master She forced a smile and asked.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is there a sword in this temple?"

Master She was shocked to the extreme in his heart, but he quickly calmed down and asked with a puzzled expression, "Little young master is talking about... what sword?"

But his slight emotional fluctuation couldn't hide from Mo Hua at all.

"You know."

Master She's pupil trembled.

Without waiting for Master She's answer, Mo Hua's gaze brightened and he said to himself, "You know this sword..."

"Then you just saw..."

"The sword is inside the temple, hidden in a place you know and I haven't been to..."

Mo Hua's gaze swept around, and he instantly understood.

"Blood pool!"

"The entire He Shen Temple, only the inside of the blood pool is where you have been and I haven't been..."

"When we entered the door, you were just inside the blood pool."

"So there is a sword inside the blood pool!"

Mo Hua's logic was clear and his gaze was sharp.

Master She's heart turned cold.

He was close to being a demon with his wisdom.

How could this little ghost be like an old demon with a calculating mind and seven orifices in his heart...

Mo Hua ordered, "You go into the blood pool and fish out the sword for me."

Master She's lips trembled, just as he was about to speak, he heard Mo Hua say in a clear but ice-cold voice, "I don't listen to excuses."

Master She's scalp tingled slightly, "I still need to offer sacrifices to save that..."

"The blood pool is not deep, it won't waste much time." Mo Hua said.

Seeing that he couldn't delay any longer, Master She could only sigh and say:

"There is indeed something like a sword suppressed at the bottom of the blood pool, but I don't know how to get it out..."

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

Master She still wanted to say something, but a sharp edge had already appeared in Mo Hua's eyes.

Master She felt like he had thorns in his back and could only sigh and step towards the blood pool.

Gu An and Gu Quan held their knives and stared at him.

Inside the blood pool, melted blood, flesh, and limbs made it bloody and filthy.

Ordinary cultivators entering would likely have their flesh corroded, their spiritual power polluted, and even their divine sense fall.

But Master She had entered the demonic path and was not afraid of these.

Master She cursed Mo Hua several times in his heart, then walked to the edge of the blood pool where the god statue was soaking, jumped down vertically, and sank to the bottom of the blood pool.

The blood pool surged, and his breath shook.

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

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

Mo Hua stared at it, and his pupil shrank.

This was a broken sword, with only a small half of the sword tip remaining. The sword body had been corroded by blood and had no luster, but its material was extraordinary.

Although Mo Hua was not proficient in refining, he knew a little about refining materials.

The metal used to forge this sword was at least above the third grade.

That is to say, this was a broken...

Golden Core realm life magic weapon!

(End of this chapter)