Chapter 915: Slaying

"Finally, I can break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment!" Mo Hua was extremely happy.

Outside Taixu Mountain, on a remote mountain peak, Mo Hua, as usual, set up a prayer mat, arranged an array, prepared everything, then sat on the prayer mat and opened the Five Elements Diagram. The instant the Five Elements Diagram unfolded, in the blink of an eye, a surge of extremely violent evil energy, like a river, poured into Mo Hua's sea of consciousness. Before Mo Hua could even react, his face turned pale, his head drooped, and he fell into a daze, unconscious.

In his sea of consciousness, before Mo Hua opened his eyes, there was a divine skeleton. The divine skeleton was more emaciated than before, not as strong and ferocious, and it had its back to Mo Hua, shoulders hunched, seemingly chewing on something.

"Only one? Shouldn't there be two?" Mo Hua furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, then shook his head again, "Whatever, one is one, eat first then talk." A single sword strike should be enough to kill the divine skeleton in front of him.

Mo Hua didn't want to waste time. He grasped his palm, condensing a sword made of divine thought. With a flash of his body, he approached the divine skeleton and chopped towards its head with a single sword. The divine skeleton seemed to sense something and was startled for a moment, but it didn't have time to turn around. This sword, full of divine thought and sharp sword energy, chopped strongly towards the top of its head. Intense divine thought fluctuations spread out, and the surroundings instantly vibrated for a moment.

But the next moment, Mo Hua's expression changed slightly. The unstoppable sword of divine thought was grasped by a claw, as if stuck in solid rock, unable to advance an inch. At the same time, a powerful aura spread out from the divine skeleton's body. Mo Hua's pupils contracted slightly. He dissolved the sword of divine thought and retreated backward. The divine skeleton slowly stood up and turned its head to look at Mo Hua.

It had long, sharp sheep horns, its face was only a skeleton, its eye pupils were blood-red, revealing a crazy but steady killing intent. Its body was human-shaped, emaciated yet containing extremely powerful strength. Its body, a fusion of filthy black water and foul blood, emitted a strange smell that made people fearful. And this black water and blood had deeply seeped into its bones, forming what looked like real "armor."

"Third grade..." Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat, his gaze heavy. The divine skeleton turned its body, facing Mo Hua directly, its entire body emitting a powerful aura. At this time, Mo Hua also saw that the corner of the divine skeleton's mouth was stained with black blood, and between its teeth was "flesh" constructed from divine thought. On the ground were still "bone fragments" left from chewing... Indeed, there were two divine skeletons. The other one had been eaten by it.

Mo Hua said faintly, "You even eat your own kind?" The divine skeleton's blood-red gaze calmly looked at Mo Hua. Its voice was hoarse and empty, revealing bloodthirst, but abnormally calm: "Among divine skeletons, there is no kind. Originally, you die, I live. Only those who live on will be 'gods'." "And divine skeletons were originally one body. It is me, and I am also it. Whether it eats me or I eat it, it's all the same in the end."

Mo Hua slightly furrowed his brow. He felt that this sentence contained a huge amount of information, and also vaguely revealed the ecology of the divine skeletons' existence, and the inherent competition and cruelty of the evil god. The divine skeleton chewed a few mouthfuls, devouring the only trace of remnants cleanly, then looked at Mo Hua, and said coldly: "So, you are the one who is hunting 'me'?" There was a trace of killing intent in these words.

Mo Hua's gaze sank, he was about to speak, but then saw the divine skeleton in front of him suddenly disappear. His heart instantly became alert. The next moment, a claw suddenly appeared in front of him. Mo Hua lifted his fist and punched back with a resounding boom, feeling as if he had punched a rock, a powerful shock force transmitted. Mo Hua's fair and tender fist cracked. His body was also sent flying several zhang away, and he could barely stand steady with difficulty.

"So fast! So strong!" Mo Hua's heart tightened. "Moreover, the condensation of divine thought is far above mine!" "This is... a third-grade divine skeleton..." After sending Mo Hua flying with one punch, the divine skeleton's thin, elegant, yet ferocious and bloodthirsty figure was revealed. Its white bone face showed a playful expression. "The posture of a divine fetus, possessing divinity itself, no wonder... clearly only second grade, yet can easily hunt and kill 'divine skeletons'." "But it shouldn't be just like this..."

After finishing, the divine skeleton disappeared again. The instant it disappeared, a warning suddenly arose in Mo Hua's heart. His fingers quickly pointed towards the ground, his divine thought turning into patterns, generating a golden bell array out of thin air. As soon as the array was generated and the golden bell covered him, a blood claw suddenly tore out, then tore the golden bell into pieces. Taking advantage of this moment, Mo Hua also stepped back, barely managing to dodge the divine skeleton's blood claw by a hair's breadth.

"Divine ability? No, is it... array?" There was a hint of surprise in the divine skeleton's voice, but the attack didn't stop. It turned into a blood shadow again, pressing forward. Mo Hua displayed the Passing Water Step while dodging, and at the same time urged his divine thought. With a point of his finger, a water prison was generated out of thin air, and six water-colored chains trapped the divine skeleton within.

"Spell? Not bad..." The divine skeleton struggled once, the chains broke, and the water prison technique was broken free. It grabbed backhand, condensed a black and red blood knife, drew a remnant shadow, and suddenly chopped down towards Mo Hua. Mo Hua gritted his teeth, and grasped with his fair and tender palm. The sword array gave birth to sword patterns, and the sword patterns gave birth to sword bones, turning into a dazzling Broken Gold Sword. It clashed head-on with the divine skeleton's blood knife. For a time, divine thought collided, and golden and blood colors emitted.

When the fluctuations calmed down, the divine skeleton retreated one step. Mo Hua retreated seven steps. After finally standing firm, Mo Hua's palm was numb, and his heart was filled with awe. "A third-grade divine skeleton is this powerful..." Moreover, this should only be a divine skeleton in the initial stage of the third grade. Its divine thought power, compared to a second-grade divine skeleton, or even a peak second-grade divine skeleton, was fundamentally not on the same level. Since meeting, Mo Hua had always been suppressed by it, with almost no chance to counterattack.

And in just a dozen or so rounds, this divine skeleton had also forced out all of Mo Hua's moves. "Array, spell, sword art..." The divine skeleton muttered, somewhat surprised and also somewhat enlightened. "Perhaps this is the advantage of using a person as a 'fetus'." "Gods are born with the Dao, strong but with an end; people comprehend the Dao and live, weak but without limit..."

Mo Hua's heart was shocked when he heard this, and his pupils contracted slightly: "You are not a general 'divine skeleton'? What exactly are you?" "This question should be asked by me..." The divine skeleton's gaze was blood-red, and it said coldly, "What exactly are you?" "You are not human, not god, but also human, and also god. You are called a 'fetus', but I don't see the origin of parasitism..."

The divine skeleton waved its arm, the blood knife drew a blood light, and chopped towards Mo Hua. "...I have lived for so long, and I have never seen an existence like you, so unpredictable." Mo Hua held the Broken Gold Sword horizontally, blocking the knife light, but his body received the aftershock of the knife light and still retreated four or five steps. The divine thought power of a third-grade divine skeleton was overwhelming and extraordinary. Mo Hua's arm began to ache, and his divine thought avatar had more cracks. Since he cultivated Foundation Establishment and his divine sense underwent qualitative change, this was the strongest "divine thought entity" he had encountered so far. Judging from the thick and oppressive feeling of divine thought alone, it was even stronger than the evil fetus that had just been born.

Mo Hua turned his head and said honestly, "I released you, let's cease fire." He felt that he might not be able to defeat this third-grade divine skeleton. Even if he won, it would only be a miserable victory. Since the secret of his sea of consciousness had not yet been exposed, there was no need to fight to the death. He would give it this opportunity and let it live. "Let's part on good terms," Mo Hua said with a thick face.

A complex expression appeared on the indifferent face of the divine skeleton. "Indeed, your humanity is quite sufficient, full of cunning and treachery." Mo Hua was a little unhappy. The divine skeleton held its blood knife horizontally, its entire body surging with blood energy. The wronged souls on the knife were ferocious, and the black and red colors on its white bones also fused deeper. It moved with true killing intent. The divine skeleton had held back before, forcing out Mo Hua's moves, and now it moved with true intent.

Mo Hua's heart tightened slightly, and then, in the blink of an eye, a surge of blood-red light, with the speed of thunder, chopped towards Mo Hua. This knife was faster and more ruthless. Mo Hua furrowed his brow and could only passively block with his sword in haste. But this time, the blood light condensed like substance. The wronged souls roared above it. It chopped on Mo Hua's Broken Gold Sword, and in just a moment of intersection, the blood energy was like poisonous water, corroding the Broken Gold sword. The golden sword melted, Mo Hua's expression changed, and he could only retreat, but before he had retreated a few steps, a blood shadow flashed behind him, and the divine skeleton flashed behind him again.

A sharp white bone claw tore at Mo Hua's back. The evil thought turned into blood water, seeping into his back, leaving a "bloody" wound. Mo Hua felt the pain and chopped a sword backhand, but this sword was easily blocked by the divine skeleton's claw. Mo Hua's old strength was exhausted, and his new strength was not yet born. His expression immediately became alert, sensing something was wrong, but it was already too late. After blocking Mo Hua's sword, the divine skeleton stretched out its white bone claw, grabbed Mo Hua's long sword backhand, and twisted it with force. The Broken Gold Sword, originally polluted by blood water and corroded with spots, was completely twisted broken.

Mo Hua's divine thought felt a pain. He abandoned the sword and wanted to leave, but the third-grade divine skeleton was faster than him. Its claw turned into a fist,夹带着 blood light, and it punched towards Mo Hua's head. In this critical situation, Mo Hua could only borrow the Passing Water Step to barely avoid his head, but this fist was too fast. His shoulder was still inevitably hit, and his whole person was sent flying like a "small sandbag", falling to the ground and rolling several times before stopping.

There was a huge pain transmitted from his divine thought. Mo Hua gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and still stood up. There were blood marks on his back, his divine thought turned sword was broken, and there were more bruises on his two arms. He gasped for breath, appearing very embarrassed. This was the first time he had been so embarrassed since his divine way was achieved. Even when he was just a small Qi Refining cultivator, encountering a Green Face Imp without knowing anything, he was never as embarrassed as he was now. Mo Hua's expression gradually became cold.

The divine skeleton sent Mo Hua flying with one punch but didn't pursue. Instead, it lowered its head to look at its own claw. There were fine broken scars on its white bone hand claw. This was the wound left when it twisted and broke the divine thought turned sword and was injured by the sword edge. It was very fine, but there was a faint splitting pain. This was a swordsmanship where humanity was abandoned, and only killing was sought...

The divine skeleton said: "The methods of human cultivators are indeed interesting... they can actually injure my third-grade divine body with second-grade divine thought." "However, your way is still too weak..." The divine skeleton raised its head, its blood-red and empty pupils looking indifferently at Mo Hua. "Using these small tricks to kill a few low-grade divine skeletons makes you very proud? Does this satisfy you? You may have deep opportunities and have obtained so many inheritances, but your 'way' is too杂乱无法承载."

"Your use of divine thought methods is stiff and crude." "You fundamentally don't understand what a true 'Way transformation' is." The divine skeleton raised its blood knife, pointing straight at Mo Hua. "If you only have this level, you will have to die here today. Your divine thought foundation and abundant divine fetus will also turn into my nourishment, paving my way to become a god..."

Mo Hua's expression was cold. He didn't say a word, but he manifested a sword made of divine thought again. This sword was no longer golden, but light yellow. Its sword energy was continuous, thick, heavy, and peaceful, neither hurried nor slow, looking incomparably thick. It was the Tai'a Mountain Opening Sword. The sword style was like the earth, with thick virtue carrying all things, and endless life.

The divine skeleton's blood-red eye pupils turned. Its body turned into blood and disappeared in a flash. In an instant, it approached Mo Hua again. The blood knife,夾带着 incomparably sharp killing intent, chopped straight towards Mo Hua's head. But this knife was blocked. The Tai'a Mountain Opening Sword, with its thick sword style, blocked this ferocious blood knife of the divine skeleton. The blood knife did not advance an inch. Mo Hua did not retreat a step. Even, the two sides showed a situation of being "evenly matched".

A trace of light flashed in the divine skeleton's empty eye pupils. "Blood belongs to water, earth overcomes water, and..." It looked into Mo Hua's body. In his four limbs and bones, flowed golden "liquid". "Using the power of divine marrow to make up for the gap between second-grade and third-grade divine thought..." The divine skeleton's voice was hoarse. "Not bad..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly, swung the divine skeleton's blood knife open with one sword, and then urged his divine marrow, exciting the power of divine thought, and injected it into the Mountain Opening Sword in his hand. The Mountain Opening Sword was filled with a majestic swordsmanship aura. Mo Hua held the Tai'a Mountain Opening Sword in his hand. The sword blade turned, and he began to fight the divine skeleton head-on.

One person and one divine skeleton fought in close quarters. One sword and one knife, one move and one style. Blood-colored knife light and Mountain Opening Sword energy intertwined. The field was silent but oppressive, killing intent overflowing. The divine skeleton's knife was fast and ruthless; Mo Hua's sword was heavy and steady. In the blink of an eye, knives and swords intersected and clashed dozens of times. Mo Hua's body had more blood marks, and there were also sword marks on the divine skeleton's white bones. Attack and defense rapidly switched, knives and swords rapidly collided. Neither of them spoke, only a naked and bloody fight.

In an instant, they met their match. The divine skeleton was stimulated, exciting the killing intent in its heart. The fight became more and more enjoyable. Its whole body surged with blood energy, its aura was frenzied, and its knife became faster and faster, more and more ruthless. The blood-colored knife light was dense and airtight. In its heart, there was almost only one character: "Kill."

Mo Hua also felt extremely pressured. In this rapid close-quarters battle, he had almost no time to condense spells, arrange arrays, or think about tactics. He could only kill. What he could rely on was only the "sword" in his hand, only sword moves. Moreover, it was not high-end sword art, but only the most basic sword moves that Old Ancestor Dugu taught him in the sword tomb on the back mountain, one move and one style. In a truly cruel and intense battle, all fancy moves were burdens, all redundant skills were useless. Everything returned to simplicity, only the most basic moves, one chop, one hack, one stab, one kill.

Mo Hua's foundation in swordsmanship was very weak, so he practiced the basics instead. He completed all the swordsmanship homework arranged by Old Ancestor Dugu in the back mountain meticulously. These sword moves, in reality, might not have much power for Mo Hua to use. But now, in the clash of divine thought, they just came in handy. Mo Hua fused these basic sword moves into a near "instinct" of killing. In the high-speed clash, he didn't care about any sword art, only seeking to use the fastest, most ruthless, and most powerful sword to chop towards the divine skeleton in front of him.

Fighting to the end, the battle reached a fever pitch. Mo Hua's expression was icy cold, revealing a trace of bloodthirst, and his gaze also carried a trace of madness. He seemed to have forgotten everything, forgotten his spells, forgotten his arrays, forgotten himself, and even forgotten the sword in his hand. He forgot whether it was him killing or the sword killing. The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. He was the sword, and the sword was him.

At this moment, Mo Hua vaguely understood what "swordsmanship" was and what "man and sword unite" was. The divine skeleton fighting Mo Hua also became more and more startled. If it hadn't guessed wrong, this divine fetus little devil should have originally relied on spells, body techniques, and arrays to fight. The previous battles were also full of scheming and cunning. But under the high pressure of slaughter, after fighting knives head-on with it for a while, it seemed to have aroused the ferocity in the heart of this divine fetus little devil, allowing him to comprehend something. His sword was also getting faster and faster, more and more ruthless, advancing forward, fighting to the death, like a bloodthirsty "little madman".

And in his sword, the meaning of "swordsmanship" became stronger and stronger, and the sword energy also became sharper and sharper. Its own blood knife was gradually unable to suppress his sword light. "Gods are born with the Dao, cultivators comprehend the Dao." "But it's not such a method of 'comprehension', the comprehension is too absurd." The divine skeleton's gaze was somewhat heavy. And as Mo Hua's sword intent became stronger and stronger, its knife momentum also gradually fell into a disadvantage. But the divine skeleton remained unmoved, still fighting Mo Hua.

After fighting for a while longer, Mo Hua actually shocked the divine skeleton open with one sword, stopped the sword in his hand, and didn't make another move. He was a little puzzled, and then gradually enlightened, and said to the divine skeleton: "You are consuming me?" The divine skeleton said coldly: "The struggle of divine thought is originally a consumption." "No," Mo Hua shook his head, "You are consuming my flesh body."

Having fought to this point, he just suddenly realized that his own flesh body's blood energy had weakened a few points. Only then did he suddenly realize that divine sense had a load on the flesh body. He was only in the Foundation Establishment cultivation. This third-grade divine skeleton was a divine thought in the 'Golden Core' realm. It had drilled into his sea of consciousness, exceeding the limit of his flesh body. The divine skeleton was external evil, not his own divine thought, so the oppression on the sea of consciousness was very great. What's more, just now it had fought with him with all its strength for so long. The third-grade divine thought fluctuations constantly impacted his sea of consciousness, and naturally also impacted his flesh body - at least impacted his mind.

Mo Hua understood the purpose of this divine skeleton: If it could kill him, it would kill him. If it couldn't kill him, it would consume him, consume him until his blood and flesh withered, his sea of consciousness cracked, and his flesh body was废. Then he would also be equivalent to dead. And if he couldn't kill it quickly, as long as he delayed a little longer, in the end, the one who died would still be "himself".

The divine skeleton looked at Mo Hua and said frankly, "You are indeed smart." Mo Hua was not happy at all. He knew that if he didn't find a way to quickly kill this "divine skeleton" again, once his flesh body was废, he would also not be able to cultivate the Dao. What's more, he couldn't afford to consume it. In order to fight with this third-grade divine skeleton, he was constantly consuming "divine marrow". Divine marrow was precious and difficult to obtain, and he fundamentally couldn't afford to consume it. Having consumed it to this point, he was almost "oil exhausted and lamp dry".

Mo Hua raised his head to look at the divine skeleton and said frankly, "You are very strong, but I want to chop you now, and you will die." A slight tremor appeared in the divine skeleton's empty eye pupils, and then it chuckled lightly: "With your way, you still can't chop me. Your way is too杂乱..." "Although it's杂乱, there are many of them," Mo Hua said. And then he scattered the Tai'a Mountain Opening Sword in his hand, grasped both hands virtually, raised them above his head, his eye pupils were deep, golden light flowed, and his whole person's momentum suddenly changed, like a mountain, like an abyss, like a saint who pities all living beings, and also like a god who overlooks all living beings.

At the same time, countless divine thoughts turned into streamers and gathered between Mo Hua's virtually clasped hands. First were arrays, and then the arrays flowed, manifesting sword arrays, and finally condensing into various sword shapes. The first was the continuous and endless, endlessly growing, but also advancing Tai'a Mountain Opening Sword. And then was the sharp and fully exposed, dazzling golden Broken Gold Sword. The icy and strange Gui Water Sword... the fierce fire surging Li Fire Sword...

One path of arrays condensed into sword arrays, turning into sword styles, overlapping in Mo Hua's hands, condensing into a dazzling, incomparably sharp, and faintly frightening prototype of a "Chop God Sword". This "Chop God Sword", because it fused many "Turn Sword Styles", its luster was杂乱, its laws flowed, and compared to the previous sword of divine thought, it was longer and wider. The divine skeleton saw it and was horrified. It never thought that there would be such a "big杂烩" style divine thought sword art in this world. Moreover, Mo Hua was right, "Although it's杂乱, there are many of them...". It contained array way, five elements way, sword way, so many that it was inconceivable, so many that it made its scalp numb... No matter how powerful it was, it couldn't display it.

Taking advantage of Mo Hua's energy condensation, the divine skeleton's entire body surged with blood energy, turning into a blood light, rushing straight towards Mo Hua. The blood knife in its hand also chopped towards Mo Hua's forehead. But halfway there, Mo Hua's pupils flashed. Sinister prison, chaotic sword light, forming a swordsmanship prison, directly suppressing the divine skeleton. Swords pierced the pipa bone, the prison suppressed the seven souls. Shocking God Sword!

At this point, Mo Hua also didn't care about taboos and directly used this Shocking God Sword style that he had originally "sealed". The divine skeleton was instantly shocked in place. Its heart felt fear and it couldn't move. It estimated that within five breaths, it could break this divine thought technique, but this much time was also enough for this divine fetus little devil to successfully condense that unknown sword style of his. "Then let's fight way against way and see who lives and who dies..." The divine skeleton's killing intent was already determined. Its blood-red eye pupils seeped blood. Not only its eye pupils, but its entire body was soaked in blood, becoming blood-dripping, powerful and terrifying.

A meaning of "Way" emitted from its body,夾带着 slaughter, cruelty, extinction, kill, and deathly silence, the meaning of "Blood". The divine skeleton's entire body of blood condensed upward, condensing into a fresh red and dazzling "Slaughter Blood Blade" above its head, having killed who knows how many lives and swallowed how much blood. After the blood blade condensed, its powerful divine thought aura spread towards the surroundings. The bloodthirsty but pure Dao laws, especially aimed at Mo Hua's big杂烩 style "Chop God Sword". Cruelty appeared in the divine skeleton's eyes. "This divine fetus little devil will undoubtedly die today."

And just at this time, Mo Hua's gaze was deep, his expression solemn, and he finally began to condense the last "sword intent". That was the Tai Xu Sword Flow that he had diligently practiced day and night, severing his own life soul, allowing it to fuse into his divine soul along with his divine thought wounds. It was the origin of the ancient Tai Xu Swordsmanship, painstakingly researched and condensed by the successive seniors of the Tai Xu Sect! "...What is this?!" Perceiving this aura, the divine skeleton found it hard to believe for a moment.

The sword intent of Tai Xu was ancient, vast, powerful, and unfathomable. The origin of swordsmanship fused in, and Mo Hua's "Chop God Sword" just truly began to take shape. Mo Hua's hands gathered above his head. The sword of divine thought in his hand suddenly surged with aura. The sword shape also widened by a factor, and the ancient and mysterious Tai Xu sword intent flowed slowly above it, like the first judgment of heaven and earth, vast as the starry sky. In the shock, horror, and near disbelief of the blood path "divine skeleton", the powerful Tai Xu sword of divine thought chopped down with a roar. Mo Hua's clear voice shouted: "Chop!!"