Asking about longevity

Mo Hua looked at the Heshen Temple in front of him again, and his thoughts changed slightly.

Hundreds of years ago, that senior sword cultivator with slender eyebrows came to the Heshen Temple with one man and one sword, and probably killed many evil spirits in the temple.

He even stabbed the River God in the chest with a sword.

The river god was afraid, so he no longer dared to stay in the temple outside.

Instead, in the dream, he built a "void" river temple to live in, to prevent other monks who could turn spiritual thoughts into swords from coming and kill it again.

This "dream" temple is almost isolated from the world.

Except for the true believers of the evil god, I am afraid no one knows the entrance, and no one knows the way to enter the temple.

"They have been hungry for a long time..."

"If you want to find a way, go to the River Temple and have a look..."

"If you really anger Lord River God, not only you will die..."

These poor fishermen...

Then he led the way, Mo Hua followed behind. The two walked through the square where the fishermen worshiped, and continued to the apse of the River Temple. After a while, they arrived at the gate of the apse.

Their suffering became the source of faith.

"This is the blood sacrifice formation that I have been gifted by the God Lord and have been studying for a lifetime. In the nightmare weaved by the God Lord, this blood sacrifice formation uses blood as ink and dreams as the medium. It is impossible to break."

He looked around with cold eyes, happy expression, and laughed ferociously:

The interior of the Heshen Temple is also much more spacious.

Their eyes are greedy, but they dare not move forward, as if they are afraid of something...

Mo Hua's men increased their strength, "Are you qualified to ask me questions?"

The ferocious demons came out of their cages one after another, looking at Mo Hua with scarlet eyes.

Master She opened his eyes wide and tried his best to break free, but found that he could not break free no matter what.

Although that hand is small, the power of his spiritual thoughts is huge.

Master She said silently in his heart.

Go straight ahead, walk a little further, pass through the gate of the front hall, and arrive at the square of the River Temple.

Mo Hua on the other side was already a little impatient, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

"Who...are you?"

He said weakly: "I..."

When Master She heard this, he was startled and said in a trembling voice: "Don't ever say such things..."

Mo Hua stood in front of the Heshen Temple. He was about to open the door and go in. Suddenly, his expression was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded, "I understand, you can lead the way."

He used a sacrificial knife to cut his wrist, and the blood flowed out and condensed into an ugly, bloody strange fish in the air.

"It doesn't matter, just take me there."

This river temple in the dream is much more magnificent than what you see outside.

They were unable to resist at all.

Master She's face turned pale and his figure became thinner, but he couldn't help being proud and sneered:

"Kid, you didn't expect that I am actually an array master!"

Master She said that this dream "regardless of day and night"...

Mo Hua looked around.

Within a moment, demonic energy filled the sky.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and saw Master She standing still. He turned around and frowned: "Why don't you leave?"

The evil god can use nightmares to maintain believers without being aware of it, and absorb the faith of believers to strengthen itself.

Only at night do dreams appear.

Of course, I am not afraid of ink painting.

Master She felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Master She gritted his teeth, then took out the sacrificial dagger he was wearing and pierced his arm. When the dagger was full of blood, he inserted the knife into the door lock.

Master She hesitated and said: "In front, you'd better not go."

Master She was not satisfied with the ink painting, so he continued:

"In order to let them appreciate their kindness, Lord River God constructed this dream so that all of them can kneel down and pray here, day and night."

After falling into a nightmare, the "manifestation" of one's own consciousness in the dream?

But the ink painting was not very sure, so he asked Master She, "What is going on with these fishing cultivators?"

At the same time, Master She suddenly inserted the short knife into his chest, and a large amount of blood burst out, rushing towards the ink painting. When he approached the ink painting, a bloody formation instantly formed, binding the ink painting in place, making the ink painting unable to move. .

But despite this, many ferocious demons only dared to bare their teeth and roar in a low voice from three feet away.

Master She said: "It's not possible now."

Mo Hua grabbed the back of his neck and ordered:

"Old bastard, lead the way to meet your master."

Then he lowered his eyebrows and walked to the He Temple, reaching out to push open the door of the River Temple.

But the lines on Gu An's forehead flashed, as if something was protecting his consciousness. He, the fish, couldn't get in.

Living faith is used to feed evil gods.

He couldn't help but hold his stomach and slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua.

Although he is a bit dangerous, with his abilities, even if he cannot defeat the second-grade evil god, he should be more than enough to protect himself.

Master She on the other side, seeing Mo Hua standing still, felt a little lost for some reason. He suddenly smiled gloomily and secretly held the sacrificial dagger in his palm.

He also knew how the evil god built up his power through preaching.

Before he could take action, he stopped again and frowned: "No, this is too cheap for you..."

Both the aristocratic family and the evil god regard them as "tools" and squeeze everything out of them.

The back hall of the River Temple was actually built with no fewer than hundreds of densely packed iron cages. In the cages were held fish heads, human bodies, or demons pieced together with demon claws.

At that moment, Mo Hua had a sudden enlightenment and understood many things.

Mo Hua's mind changed and he asked: "Then you fell into a dream too, how did you get out?"

The fisherman in the small fishing village has this dream all the time.

Mo Hua sighed.

Master She's eyelids twitched, "I don't want to go there..."

This brat...what the hell is going on? !

My consciousness is in the late stage of foundation building! Why can't he even take a punch from this brat? Are there any fucking laws of the Great Dao that we can talk about?

This is really what it means, from the physical body to the spiritual consciousness, from birth to death, everything is squeezed cleanly, not a drop is left behind.

The square was full of "people" kneeling on their knees!

Moreover, these people looked very familiar, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be fishermen from every household in the small fishing village.

"Why?"

"Yes, I will plant blood fish for you and make you a sacrifice to worship my god. After draining your consciousness, I will refine you into half-human and half-demon monsters..."

Master She reluctantly hesitated.

Master She didn't know what Mo Hua knew, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and opened the door of the Heshen Temple.

When he walked in, Mo Hua was startled and looked a little unbelievable.

Human traffickers are just scoundrels.

"Fight? You think too highly of yourself..." Master She gave a crooked smile, "I, a dignified late-stage foundation-building monk with eighteen lines of divine consciousness, can't deal with you, a mere early-stage foundation-building brat, in the nightmare weaved by the God Lord. Kill as you please, you..."

Mo Hua curled his lips.

"Kid..."

This kind of pain and resentment will take the form of a flesh-and-blood demon and be reconstituted into a demon in the form of an "evil spirit".

"altar……"

On the ground, mysterious and complex formations appeared, like rising tides and vines growing in spring, spreading crazily around.

Master She grabbed this strange fish and tried to stuff it into Gu An's forehead.

"what happened?"

These demons are facing a powerful enemy. What are they... afraid of?

fear?

Master She was a little anxious and hurriedly advised, "Little... little ancestor, I don't know what your inheritance is. You have such a powerful spiritual power at a young age, but no matter how strong your spiritual power is, you are only a human being. How can you go?" Offend the majesty of the gods?"

Divine thoughts boiled, and the formation exploded, sweeping in like a powerful hurricane of flames, burning and killing all the demons in the formation in an instant.

It seems like he has grown a few years older.

Master She's expression changed, and finally his eyes sank and he sneered:

"Okay, kid, since you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude."

Master She's face twitched slightly.

After draining their faith, they were massacred and their bodies were used to refine demons.

When he thought of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt a pain in his consciousness.

Except for the Lord God, these monsters don’t listen to anyone’s orders.

The medium that enters the dream, or the medium that is "polluted" by the evil god, is the well water where the blood fish are raised.

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and the others and asked Master She, "How to get these people out?"

He finally knew how those deformed and weird monsters in Yu'er's nightmare came to be.

Master She was secretly observing the words and expressions, not knowing what he was planning in his heart.

So the evil god weaved a dream.

This Master She is probably not an ordinary believer.

The door lock trembled, like a monster opening its eyes, sucking the blood from the knife.

These fishermen who are kneeling and worshiping are more like...

Master She frowned, unable to understand.

The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!

This damn brat, let me see how arrogant you can be!

Well, since you want to die, I don't mind showing you the way.

One type is flesh and blood demons, and the other type is evil demons.

Master She gritted his teeth and stabbed his arm with the sacrificial dagger, bursting out a cloud of blood mist and shaking open the palm on the back of his neck, and then managed to escape.

"This is?!"

Mo Hua stretched out his arms, and his strange thoughts followed his movements, leaving ghosts behind.

Mo Hua's body is like thunder, he rushes forward and punches him.

When the consciousness dies, the human being dies. He doesn't want Gu An and the others to encounter any danger if they stay here.

"very dangerous……"

This kid's mind is too sharp.

What the hell is going on?

The flesh-and-blood demon can kill the monk's physical body and pollute the monk's meridians, spiritual energy, and sea.

Mo Hua's chest suffocated, and endless killing intent instantly surged in his heart.

Scenes of cruel scenes emerged from the cause and effect, passing through Mo Hua's mind like a revolving lantern...

"You will be trapped here, torn to pieces by these demons, and swallowed into your stomach one by one..."

Master She's face was distorted, and there was a storm in his heart.

The real power of the evil god is the two types of terrifying demons under his command.

Then he saw Mo Hua, who was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious demons, his eyes turned cold, and the strange spiritual thoughts on his body were flowing, and he instantly transformed into three layers of ink-colored black shadows, like three layers of Taoist robes, draped around his body.

Otherwise, these hungry demons may not eat him too.

But these monsters are evil!

Master She took out a bloody sacrificial knife and wanted to cut the necks of Gu An and others.

The souls of these two children have probably been in this river temple for a long time, but I don’t know if they were “eaten” by the river god...

In the bloody fishing village, the fishermen knelt down to worship, believing in the fallen river god.

Master She was a little afraid, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to bleed his own blood to condense more lines.

The moment the door opened, a gust of wind blew over, mixed with a fishy smell.

Obviously outside, this kid has the lowest cultivation level and the weakest strength, and he looks like an arrogant, domineering and brainless child of a noble family.

After the dream, he woke up and crushed the fish demon in the sea of ​​consciousness to death.

In front of the River Temple, there is a circular open space paved with stone bricks.

Master She suppressed the hatred in his heart, sighed, and said slowly, "That's it, you come with me."

These people may not even know what happened.

It was gloomy behind the door.

The blood fish swims in their minds, just like swimming in water. Occasionally, if they take a sip, the figures of these fishermen become even fainter.

Master She's back was hurried, but not long after he walked, he felt a strange aura behind him. When he turned around, his pupils trembled sharply.

Mo Hua's eyes couldn't bear it.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare he had after drinking fish soup not long ago and his consciousness was contaminated.

"kill!"

After standing still, Master She looked back and saw a playful ink painting on his face.

He looked around, lowered his voice and said cautiously:

"These villagers are the foundation of Lord River God. If you try to influence them, if you offend River God, be careful not to die without a burial place..."

Mo Hua asked: "Can these villagers come out of their dreams?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he probably understood in his heart.

Not only himself, Gu An and Gu Quan, but also other Gu family monks, including Yu Dahe, were all pulled into the dream and were still unconscious at this time.

Master She was filled with hatred.

It wants to escape from here before the demon eats the ink painting.

Master She frowned.

Mo Hua looked at Master She silently.

He looked at all the people who were in the dream again, and then his expression changed slightly, "Where is that hateful kid who was stabbed a thousand times?"

Mo Hua glanced at Master She.

The consciousness of all monks in dreams can manifest themselves.

This nightmare is a "collective dream" created by the River God, or the Great Wild Evil God himself.

However, the ink painting was one size smaller than what he had seen before.

The remaining spiritual consciousness after death is refined and fermented with blood and used to transform evil spirits.

In the dream, he and his little senior sister experienced many joys and sorrows, but they never ended well.

It's just that these villagers are different...

Master She had a sarcastic look on his face, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, "No, who are you? Why is your spiritual consciousness so condensed? Why can you still be conscious even when you are in a dream?"

Life is like fish, death is like pawns.

Master She hesitated for a moment and did not move forward.

"You're looking for me?"

This kid is the most troublesome among the Daotingsi Eagle Dogs.

The two men in black are not there.

Lord River God's temper has never been that good.

Master She's eyes were horrified, his legs went weak, and he fell directly to the ground. He struggled a few times, but couldn't get up at all.

When its faith was exhausted, its spiritual consciousness dried up, and all the villagers were like zombies, it raised its butcher knife and used the people in black as its minions to slaughter the entire fishing village.

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air.

"I am the priest of the river god. In this fishing village, I have the protection of the god. What do you want to fight with me?"

I'm afraid I will also be affected and buried with you...

"A bunch of pigs! People and animals! They humiliated me many times along the way, and finally fell into my scheme."

Only then did Master She come back to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"

Their figures were illusory, kneeling on the ground, kneeling towards the depths of the River Temple. At the same time, an ugly bloody fish swam in their heads.

Because their spiritual consciousness has been sacrificed by Master She to open the door.

Ordinary monks do not have the incarnation of spiritual thoughts.

But he didn't expect that once he entered the nightmare, his consciousness would be so terrifying.

He saw hundreds of monsters with an astonishing momentum, layer upon layer, surrounding the little devil.

If not, and the more serious the pollution of the sea of ​​consciousness is, he may be like these fishermen and be dragged into this "collective nightmare" in a "nightmare" one night, and he will never be able to get out or wake up. As a result, he was completely reduced to a "livestock" raised by the evil god.

The demon smelled blood and became restless.

Master She panicked, and just as he was about to turn around, he found that the back of his neck was being strangled by a pair of small but hard-as-steel hands.

"Wait." Mo Hua suddenly said.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

"Just killing you and letting you die unconsciously will not wash away my shame, and it will not be able to vent the hatred in my heart."

The vermilion door opened, and the scene in the River Temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg.

Master She rolled his eyes and said solemnly:

"These ignorant people are of low origin and live in misery, so they pray to the River God for blessings and mercy."

Only then did Mo Hua let go.

Mo Hua was very interested and said in a clear voice:

However, the existence of these fishing cultivators made Mo Hua very confused.

Master She thought for a moment and laughed evilly.

These demons are almost identical to the flesh and blood demons outside.

They should all be just ordinary casual cultivators. They do not follow the path of spiritual consciousness and enlightenment, and they cannot have independent "spiritual thoughts" incarnations.

Master She took a long breath, glanced at the ink painting from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt cold.

This punch is extremely fast and powerful.

Damn, I made a mistake.

Within a few breaths, a majestic and majestic mountain fire trap formation had been formed.

Master She's figure gradually emerged.

The blade cut the palm of his hand, and blood dripped onto the ground, melting into bloody lines.

Otherwise, the real entrance to the temple and the "dream" formation would not be in his hands...

For these fishing cultivators, happiness is short-lived and pain lasts a lifetime.

"Then you want to keep your life here?" Mo Hua threatened simply.

Mo Hua clenched his fists.

Master She's face turned pale, "I've seen it... but I've never seen it before. I didn't dare to look. I just knelt on the ground and didn't dare to raise my head..."

In the blink of an eye, spiritual thoughts surged rapidly.

Mo Hua said nothing.

Even Lao Yutou was kneeling inside.

Mo Hua smiled but didn't answer.

After Master She finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Their faith became the nourishment of the evil god.

Master She immediately said: "I... went to worship the River God, put incense on the altar, and kowtow three times respectfully, and then I can retreat from the nightmare."

"I have endured humiliation and hardship along the way and have been waiting for now."

Evil demons can invade the sea of ​​consciousness of monks and devour their spiritual consciousness in the nightmare weaved by the evil god.

Mo Hua was a little curious, "Have you seen the River God?"

Ink Hua stepped into the River Temple. In front of him was a long white stone road with carved beams and painted pillars on both sides, engraved with various patterns of fish monsters.

Master She's hands were trembling as he opened the door tremblingly.

These lines are like keys, flowing along the ground and flowing into the iron cages, unlocking the door locks on the iron cages.

Master She felt a chill in his heart.

The kneeling fish cultivators all looked painful, as if they were in a nightmare, experiencing countless reincarnations of nightmares, and in the pain of endless reincarnations, they offered the belief in suffering to the evil god.

One real and one false.

The evil god devoured Yu Xiu’s faith.

Master She's heart skipped a beat and he quickly explained:

"It's really not possible. Entering dreams is the ability of Lord River God. I'm just opening a forum and borrowing a method. How can I have the ability to send these people out of nightmares..."

He also wanted to understand why the evil god was refining so many flesh and blood demons outside.

It means that this dream is not just a dream, it is not the kind of "dream" that occurs when you dream at night...

"I will kill you one by one in my dream. Your consciousness will be destroyed, and your body will rot sooner or later..."

Only then did Mo Hua come back to his senses and looked at the demon in the scene with an indifferent expression.

Master She didn't react at all. He felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen, and his eyes almost bulged out from the beating.

Xiao Shuizi and Xiao Shunzi are not here either.

"You want to fight me?"

The back of Master She's neck was almost broken by Mo Hua, and he quickly said: "Little ancestor! Spare your life! I will lead the way!"

"Did I...forget something?"

After a while, the door lock finished absorbing the blood, and opened on its own with a "squeak" sound.

Mo Hua was bored and said calmly: "Don't worry about it and continue to lead the way."

After Master She finished speaking, his evil eyes revealed his excitement.

Mo Hua's eyes were dark and pure, and he whispered softly:

Entering the square, Mo Hua's pupils couldn't help but tremble.

This kind of blood formation is extremely cruel and will cause great pain and resentment.

The gate of the River Temple is closed, but there is no lock on the door.

This fishy smell made Mo Hua feel vaguely familiar.

"Why don't evil spirits enter the seeds? Who put the means to protect the gods on them?"

The bodies of the dead villagers were mixed with monsters and beasts, and were refined with the blood of evil formations to become deformed and horrific flesh-and-blood monsters.

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

The door to the apse was locked with a huge door lock.

No, it's not fear.

He always felt that something was wrong with the situation.

Master She's hands trembled and he didn't dare to move.

When he looked up again, he found that Mo Hua was already standing in front of him at some point.

"If you do any more tricks, I'll crush you to death."