Chapter 791: Run Away

In the great prison, the demonic beings were almost completely slaughtered and wiped out.

Mo Hua, who was at the nineteen-pattern divine sense realm, had brilliant and dazzling eyes, his divine thoughts were more condensed, and his aura was also increasingly powerful.

Here, no longer could anyone or any evil spirit block him.

He turned his head and looked towards the ram horn great gate.

On the great gate, layers of divine path seals were still obstructing.

These divine path formations, in Mo Hua's eyes before, were still considered tight.

But at this time, he had swallowed countless demonic beings, broken through the heavenly path "seal," and digested the heavenly path "seal" laws. His comprehension of divine path formations deepened by another layer.

Now, looking again, he could vaguely perceive that on the ram horn great gate, faint rules were circulating between the array patterns of the divine path formations.

Only the "seal" laws of this gate now appeared somewhat crude and shallow to Mo Hua, full of "flaws."

He lifted his palm and condensed a golden sword in his hand. He slashed it along the way.

It looked like just an ordinary sword, but it contained comprehension of the internal operation laws of divine path formations, like "Cook Ding dismembers an ox" in general, avoiding its essentials and attacking its weaknesses.

With just one sword, he then passed through the divine path array patterns and pierced the great gate.

Inside the gate, Mister Tu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Outside the gate, the demonic qi had faded...

The fierce god was still breaking the gate.

"So many demonic beings... all killed?"

This fierce god, was actually so terrifying?!

Although Mister Tu had already had some expectation, he still found it somewhat difficult to believe.

"The god bridge is already broken, the path leading to the god's homeland has already been obstructed."

"This fierce god, even if terrifying again, is only to this point. It doesn't covet the god master's homeland..."

The young master still wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a "pu chi" sound.

The ram horn great gate was pierced again, several array formations were shattered, and a section of golden sword tip was revealed on the gate.

This sword was formed by divine thoughts, ancient, simple, and crude.

But it contained astonishing divine thoughts killing qi.

"This fierce god is coming in quickly!"

The young master said, "Then, Mister, you..."

Mister Tu said, "I will abandon this wisp of remnant soul to be the rear guard for the young master, otherwise none of us can escape..."

While speaking, the ram horn great gate was poked several more holes, and the sword qi was fierce.

Very few divine path formations remained on the gate.

The terrifying figure of the "fierce god" outside the gate was also vaguely appearing.

He immediately took out a section of god bone, sprinkled divine thoughts blood on the bone, and then, borrowing the virtual-real induction of the god bone, gradually detached himself from the "nightmare" of the Refining Demon Diagram.

His figure also little by little disappeared.

The "fierce god" outside the gate seemed to also feel something. After a slight hesitation, he condensed stronger divine thoughts sword qi and accelerated the gate-breaking speed.

On the gate, the ram horn carvings were chopped full of mottled.

The entire divine path great gate, which was once the most unbreakable "seal," was now split like paper paste, everywhere leaking wind.

After not even a few breaths, the divine path great gate was thoroughly shattered.

One figure, carrying brilliant golden light, was about to step in.

"Not good!"

Looking on, the "young master's" divine thoughts had still not completely detached.

"Mister Tu," who was only a wisp of remnant soul, immediately rolled his eyes upward. His entire eyes became two deep red blood holes, revealing numbness and ferocity.

This was a secret evil path method.

He obliterated reason and urged evil nature to the extreme.

Mister Tu's head grew two black, filthy, incomplete ram horns, and the divine thoughts flesh around his body also began to twist and become deformed and ugly.

After not even a moment, he then transformed into a "ram horn evil demon."

At the same time, his evil qi also climbed to its peak.

Without waiting for Mo Hua to enter the gate, Mister Tu, transformed into an evil demon, carried waves of foul wind and thick evil thoughts and suddenly pounced towards Mo Hua to kill him.

But before he even neared, his body suddenly stiffened and stood motionless.

After a moment, a golden light appeared on his forehead.

A golden sword directly pierced the forehead of "Mister Tu," and afterward, the sword qi scattered outward, dismembering Mister Tu's flesh into pieces.

"Not worthy of... the fierce god..."

"With the power of this remnant soul, there was fundamentally no way to rival."

"God's divine way is truly grand and immeasurable..."

Mister Tu's face was cut into fragments by sword qi, his black pupils' blood gradually dissipated, the madness retreated, and reason, like a dying light returning flash, slightly restored.

He used all his strength to look at that "fierce god."

He wanted to see the appearance of this "fierce god."

He wanted to see exactly what the appearance of the god master's "enemy" was.

But his eyelids were covered in a piece of blood color, and entering his eyes was again a piece of golden light. He fundamentally could not see the exact face of the fierce god who pierced his brain door with one sword and killed him.

He could only see, intertwined between blood color and golden light, a "young" figure, and a pair of cold and majestic eyes.

This was a "youthful" fierce god.

It seemed to have just hatched from the god embryo not long ago.

But its eyes already had god's majesty and indifference towards common people, and even more than that...

Vaguely, "Mister Tu" also saw strange patterns of black and white alternating sinking and floating in these eyes.

"Died in the hand of 'god'."

"Died in the hand of the god master's strong enemy."

"Died for the god master's great cause!"

"This wisp of remnant soul died appropriately..."

Mister Tu devoutly said in his heart. Afterward, his divine soul was thoroughly twisted into pieces by the golden light, dissipated, and obliterated.

And on the other side, the young master's figure was also gradually dissipating. While thoroughly detaching from the nightmare and before his divine thoughts completely dissipated, he also saw this "fierce god" figure who killed Mister Tu with one sword.

Covered in golden light, shaped like a young child, but having a god-like overlooking majesty and terrifying indifference that made people afraid.

It made him feel so humble.

He even felt a kind of inexplicable fear.

He only looked one glance, and only dared to look this one glance, then impatiently, borrowing the time Mister Tu's remnant soul gained by striving with its life, he detached from the nightmare.

He feared that if he looked one more glance, he would be buried in the hands of this terrifying fierce god.

In the great hall of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

The young master, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he was panting roughly non-stop.

His back was already completely soaked with cold sweat.

Just like he had a "nightmare."

But his eyes were full of coldness and resentment.

"This is the first time in my life I've been so embarrassed..."

He firmly remembered the outline of that young god in his heart, his gaze cold:

"This kind of humiliation, I won't forget even after my teeth fall out..."

And in the instant his remnant soul was wiped out, within the Qian Dao Sect in the Qian Xue State Boundary, an elder who was just lecturing his disciples suddenly turned pale, his head painful to split.

As if a wisp of his soul had been forcibly torn from his body.

The skin on his face was even slightly twisted, almost unable to maintain its original form.

"Elder Shen" immediately covered his face with his sleeve, bowing his body at the same time and coughing uncontrollably, almost coughing up blood.

All the disciples below were startled and looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

A disciple said concerned:

"Elder, are you alright?"

"Elder Shen" coughed several more times, secretly smoothed the human skin on his face, and then slowly lifted his head.

His face was terribly pale, eerily pale, like the face of a dead person.

His whole person was also exceptionally haggard.

The disciples below were alarmed in their hearts.

"Elder, you..."

"Elder Shen's" thoughts quickly turned, his face bitter, he sighed and slowly said:

"Recently obtained an ancient array scroll, profound and obscure. I forgot sleep and meals, and even so, it was difficult to comprehend one or two. Unknowingly, my divine sense was excessively consumed and injured my vitality."

Elder Shen finished, raised his head and looked at the full seat of disciples, saying earnestly:

"...You should also take this as a warning. When learning arrays, you must proceed according to your ability. If your divine sense is insufficient, you cannot forcibly comprehend it. You cannot rush for a while, you must proceed step by step, following order..."

"If you are greedy for merit and rush, you will be like me..."

Elder Shen coughed several times, his face increasingly pale, "...divine sense loss, injured foundation."

"Good," Elder Shen nodded satisfactorily, "Let's continue the class..."

"Yes."

Elder Shen spread open the scroll, contrasting the array diagram on the array disk, and explained the array to the disciples. His expression also gradually returned to normal.

But in his heart, he was not calm at all.

"My wisp of remnant soul... actually died?"

"What exactly happened inside the Ten Thousand Demon Valley..."

"Who extinguished my remnant soul?"

Elder Shen couldn't help his pupils slightly shrink, and a chill was born at the bottom of his heart.

In the Refining Demon Diagram.

Mo Hua's body shone with brilliant golden light. With a speed faster than thunder, he wiped out a blood-colored evil demon, then turned his head towards another figure, but it was too late.

In a hasty glance, he only saw a noble young master figure.

But his specific appearance, before he had time to look carefully, gradually blurred and completely disappeared, going somewhere unknown.

"What a pity..."

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

This blood-colored evil demon had suddenly killed over with fierce momentum.

He was momentarily careless, not thinking to hold back, and one sword pierced its mind, extinguishing it without leaving it alive.

Now that he thought about it, this should have been that "Mister Tu."

And that "young master," he couldn't keep either, letting him escape, without even seeing his face clearly.

"The plan was so meticulous, the actions were also so secret, indeed not easy to catch..."

Mo Hua regretted in his heart.

"Escaped then escaped, there should still be an opportunity later..."

They acted so secretly, it must be a big matter.

Even, it was a big matter that must be accomplished even if they died.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, sized up his surroundings again, and suddenly let out a light "yi."

He discovered a small blank wall painting.

This wall painting, different from the Refining Demon Diagram outside, was only one person high, and it was bare above, with nothing.

Mo Hua almost took it as an ordinary "stone wall" and ignored it.

Mo Hua released his divine sense and carefully perceived a bit. His mind was shocked.

"There is a stock... very special breath..."

Peaceful, tranquil, rich, sweet...

As if a kind of divine source breath approaching god, it made Mo Hua's divine thoughts in "divinity" born a kind of longing restlessness.

"What is this?"

Why did Mister Tu and them hide here stealthily, exactly to erase the traces of this thing, not letting others...

Or rather, not letting himself discover?

Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled, and even more curious.

He very much wanted to know what was hidden in this blank wall painting before, that it could have such a "rich sweet" god divine breath.

Mo Hua checked the wall painting again, inch by inch.

He even carefully "scanned" other things in the hall with his divine sense.

But still gained nothing.

"Their hands and feet were quite clean..."

"Anyway, I will still deal with the Great Wilderness Evil God later. At that time, if I have clues, I will slowly investigate them thread by thread."

"Moreover, I ate too many demonic beings this time. If I don't go back early to meditate and contemplate, discard杂念, my dao heart will have problems..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Demonic thoughts were still scattered in the air after Mister Tu's remnant soul died.

Mo Hua somewhat disliked these demonic thoughts and naturally did not go to eat them.

He condensed several more sword qi, exterminated these remaining demonic thoughts, thoroughly settled the aftermath, and then left the great hall.

After leaving the great hall, Mo Hua found the sword bone head hiding in a corner, "self-preserving."

From the moment the demonic beings swarmed up, this sword bone head had been hiding here "playing dead."

Of course, Mo Hua originally did not expect it to help him.

It was already not bad that it could survive the riot of demonic beings in the great prison.

"Let's go back..." Mo Hua said.

"Yes, yes..." The sword bone head repeatedly nodded.

Its waist, which was only a remaining bone head, bowed even lower.

After seeing the scene where countless demonic beings in this great prison, like a tide, were thoroughly suppressed and killed by Mo Hua, and even all swallowed.

The sword bone head was silent as a cicada in winter, not even daring to raise its head to look directly at Mo Hua.

It had not seen a god since it transformed into a sword demon.

But it thought "god" was just so.

Thinking about the divine thoughts strength of this little ancestor before his eyes, sufficient to compare with god, the sword bone head then involuntarily bowed its waist even lower.

Afterward all the way, the little Mo Hua held his head high and chest out, while the tall sword demon humbly bowed.

Just like this, one person and one demon, returned on the original road, left the Refining Demon Diagram, and returned to the sword bone head's blood pool.

In the blood pool, Ling Hu Xiao and the other three people were still unconscious.

The sword bone head hurriedly said:

"Dare not, dare not..."

How could it still dare to play small thoughts.

Was that playing small thoughts? That was playing with its own small life.

Mo Hua nodded satisfactorily, then stretched out his small hand and said to the sword bone head: "I want to go out."

The sword bone head saw Mo Hua's small hand and subconsciously trembled. The ribs that had been broken by this hand ached faintly again.

But it still restrained itself as much as possible.

The sword bone head transformed into its original form, becoming a bone sword.

The bone sword on its body was exactly the key to entering the blood pool.

Mo Hua held the bone sword in his hand, and his heart thought moved. Then blood mist spread, the scenery before his eyes changed, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself already in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

Before him was the wall painting shaped Refining Demon Diagram.

And in his hand, he was still holding a white bone broken sword, which was just inserted on the wall painting.

The moment Mo Hua opened his eyes, Elder Xun Zi You and the other three Gold Dan elders perceived it.

Xun Zi You and Xun Zi Xian both let out a breath, their expressions slightly joyful.

Mo Hua smiled brilliantly and said, "Nothing, I brought everyone back."

Shang Guan Xuan Jian looked at the situation and for a moment only felt that there was no more handsome face in this world than Mo Hua's.

Even a heavenly immortal's smile picking flowers was not as good-looking as Mo Hua's smile at this time.

Shang Guan Xuan Jian took a deep breath, like someone who had been drowned for a long time and finally went ashore with a thousand hardships and dangers. He had a sense of "exhaustion" and a sense of relief.

"Then Xiao Er, he..."

Shang Guan Xuan Jian looked at Ling Hu Xiao, who was still unconscious, pale, and without blood color on his face. His expression was still somewhat worried.

Mo Hua said, "Wait a moment."

He pulled out the white bone broken sword, walked in front of Ling Hu Xiao, placed the bone sword on Ling Hu Xiao's forehead, and lightly said:

"Sword bone head, release the people."

The sword bone head absolutely dared not delay.

After a while, Mo Hua then perceived that there was a wisp of divine soul breath in Ling Hu Xiao's body, his face also had more blood color, and there was faint breathing between his mouth and nose.

Perceiving this change, Shang Guan Xuan Jian was overjoyed.

Afterward, Mo Hua as before, returned Ou Yang Mu and Song Jian's divine souls to their own bodies.

By now, all three people were considered saved.

Only, they had been "sacrificed" into the diagram, their divine souls were forced to leave their bodies. Now that their souls had returned, they needed to adapt for a while and rest for a while to wake up.

Shang Guan Xuan Jian cupped his fists to Mo Hua and said:

"Little brother, great kindness cannot be thanked with words. Afterward, if there is anything you need, as long as it does not violate the cultivator's dao yi, I will certainly do my utmost!"

Saving back Ling Hu Xiao, this sword dao genius, to some extent, also counted as saving the future of the Chong Xu Men.

Mo Hua waved his hand: "Elder Shang Guan, you are polite. I only did a little insignificant 'small matter'."

Insignificant small matter...

When Xun Zi You and the other three elders heard this, their expressions were all a bit subtle.

Matters concerning divine thoughts dao, this "insignificant small matter," at least they, these three Gold Dan late stage sect elders, could not do...

Xun Zi You couldn't help patting Mo Hua's shoulder and said through gritted teeth:

"Good, people must know modesty, but excessive modesty is conceit."

"Elder Shang Guan is virtuous and prestigious, a man of his word. If he tells you to find him if you have matters, you must absolutely not be polite with him."

The implied meaning was, quickly agree, lest they regret it.

Others would not have a chance for a promise from a Gold Dan late stage elder.

Mo Hua understood in his heart and immediately returned a礼, smiling:

"Thank you, Elder Shang Guan."

Shang Guan Xuan Jian nodded.

Since he said it, he would naturally not regret it.

Moreover, compared with Ling Hu Xiao's safety, this promise of his actually did not count for much.

"Good," Xun Zi You said, "Since the three children are all saved, and the Ten Thousand Demon Valley is also broken, then let's go back first. Afterward, the matters will be handled by the sect, you..."

Mo Hua however said, "Elder Xun, wait a moment."

Xun Zi You was startled, "What happened?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, and slowly sank his voice, saying:

"Nearby... there should still be a gate..."

(End of this chapter)