Chapter 931 Dream Omen
The divine punishment is still intensifying, this is a combination of punishment for several crimes.
Mr. Tu’s bones were broken inch by inch, his flesh and blood was twisted into twists, and blood seeped into the floor. But Mr. Tu did not dare to resist or beg for mercy, so he could only bear it all.
His hatred for Taixu Sect continued to penetrate deep into his bones along with this pain.
If it hadn’t been for Taixu Sect... the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons would not have been destroyed, Rouge Boat would not have been swept away, and his plans would not have been hampered in every way.
Now that the Demon Sect is being surrounded and suppressed, the main force is still the twenty Jindan elders from Taixu Sect!
Mr. Tu was so filled with hatred that he almost broke his teeth.
At the same time, the divine punishment is coming to an end.
After a burst of pain that was as crushing as ashes, and the mental punishment of the Three Thousand Purgatory of the Wilderness, plus all kinds of torture, Mr. Tu finally took a breather.
He is the master of the wilderness and has been planning for thousands of years.
The "divine punishment" I have suffered over the past thousand years is far less severe and cruel than the short period of a few years.
All of this is given by the Taixu Sect, which believes in the fierce god.
He will never forget this grudge.
Mr. Tu’s flesh and blood squirmed, the white bones grew flesh, and the flesh grew skin. He turned into a human form again, prostrated on the ground, kowtowed to the huge sheep bone statue in front of him, and replied piously:
“I The evil dragon that I worked so hard to raise for my master's divine fetus ran away. He felt that his blood was noble and he was unwilling to sacrifice everything for you, the divine master."
"I will find him and skin him."
"Blood Refining Sect, Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain... I borrowed their Taoism, spread the reputation of the God Lord, and aroused their covetousness. They also want to Get your hands on the boundaries of Qianxue State and get a piece of the pie..."
"It doesn't matter. Once the disaster is coming, let these real demon sects make trouble. , will also offer richer sacrifices for the resurrection of the God Lord..."
"Those who believe will live, and those who do not believe will die, and these demon sects are no exception."
"These demon cultivators. , are so accustomed to killing people and being so lawless that they don’t even know that there are real horrors in this world that they can’t even imagine.”
"The divine fetus of the Dragon King Temple has fallen silent..."
"The fierce god of Taixu Sect is worthy of being the great enemy of the God Lord. It is really terrifying to be able to suppress the power of the divine fetus, but that's all. . ”
“I still have a backup plan, and there will be a more suitable ‘divine fetus’. , as the 'container' for your arrival."
"The situation has become more urgent..."
"Dao Ting is aware of it, the family has become vigilant, and Taixu Sect is even more concerned with it. We are tit for tat, and the evil spirit is also eyeing us.”
"Now, the Demon Sect has been completely surrounded and suppressed before it has even developed..."
"Someone is forcing me to push forward the plan."
"In this case... Then I won’t wait.”
Mr. Tu looked ferocious, "Next time at the Tao Discussion Conference..."
"I will go to the border of Gansu Province, and the blood will flow into a river, and I will slaughter all the thousands of monks, and turn this world into a Purgatory, welcome the arrival of the Lord God!”
Mr. Tu's expression was feverish, and the injuries all over his body were also recovering rapidly. It seemed that the evil god in the dark was "rewarding" his loyalty after hearing the good news of his recovery.
Mr. Tu trembled and knelt on the ground. Under the illumination of the green candlelight, his face was ghastly and terrifying, like a demon.
"The next Dao Discussion Conference...blood will flow like a river..."
...
Taixumen, where the disciples live.
Mo Hua woke up suddenly and broke into a cold sweat.
He seemed to have foreseen something terrible. Even though everyone was awake, they were still frightened.
"What's going on? I...had a nightmare?" Mo Hua murmured.
"No, I don't dream, and..."
"Who dares to give me nightmares?"
Mo Hua frowned and touched his forehead, finding that his forehead was cold and dripping with cold sweat.
He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to trace the cause and effect, but as soon as he thought about it, he felt like he was in the vast sea, boundless, and he had no idea where to find the cause and effect, which made him feel lingering fear.
I don’t even know what this cause and effect is.
"Is it an illusion? Or... am I too tired?"
Mo Hua was silent for a moment, but still had no clue, so he lay down on the bed again, wanting to sleep again.
But he doesn't sleep very often, and he rarely sleeps once. After being woken up for no reason, he can't fall asleep again.
"That's all, let's practice the formations..."
If you are unsettled and undecided, practice the formations first.
I am used to ink painting.
He sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of consciousness and began to consolidate and practice some formations of the nineteen lines and even the peak of the nineteen lines on the Taoist monument.
Practice makes perfect in everything, and the same goes for formations.
According to the plan, Mo Hua practiced some high-level formations of the second grade and nineteen lines more than ten times to warm up his hands, and then began to practice the second-grade and twenty-line counter-spiritual formation.
He cannot master this formation yet and cannot fully draw it, but he can practice it first.
Anyway, his current formation level has reached a bottleneck. Apart from practicing the ultimate formation, there is no other formation to learn.
In this way, Mo Hua opened his eyes after practicing until dawn.
Facing the morning sun, covered with morning light, I practiced the exercises for a while, refined the spiritual stones for a week, accumulated some spiritual power, and then went to class as usual.
Sitting in the preaching room, listening to the elders teaching.
Mo Hua changed from the "mastermind" who promoted the destruction of the Demon Sect to a diligent young disciple in the Taixu Sect.
A few days later, Mo Hua asked Gu Changhuai to inquire about the aftermath of the Demon Sect's destruction.
The two of them were drinking and eating together in a restaurant in Taixu City.
The restaurant belongs to the Gu family.
Mo Hua worked hard on wiping out the Demon Sect. In order to reward Mo Hua, Gu Changhuai specially treated him to another meal.
The ink paintings are not polite either.
He knows that Uncle Gu is a "rich man", so he will not save spiritual stones for him.
While Mo Hua was eating, Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to Mo Hua:
"The leader of the Demon Sect has escaped. Daotingsi has blocked the border of the third-level state and is doing its best to hunt him down, but..."
Gu Changhuai frowned.
"You can't catch it." Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai nodded, "The leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage has the power of the evil dragon. Several elders from the Taixu Sect in the late Golden Core stage have not been able to kill him. It would be difficult to hunt him down. ."
This did not sit well with Mo Hua, so he defended Xun Ziyou and the other elders:
"It's because this demon is too strong, not because our Taixu Sect elders are weak!"
Gu Changhuai also admitted.
This demon sect leader possesses the power of an evil dragon, devouring huge amounts of blood. He is terrifyingly powerful and cannot be subdued by ordinary monks.
On the other hand, fortunately, several elders from the Taixu Sect worked together to suppress the Demon Sect leader, and even forced him to escape.
Otherwise, if this devil is allowed to go on a killing spree, Daotingsi will kill and injure many monks, and the consequences will be disastrous.
They had not expected this before.
Gu Changhuai nodded and said: "The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation. The elders have moral hearts and extraordinary cultivation. Thanks to them this time, we can suppress the Demon Sect and destroy the Demon Cultivator."
Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
Uncle Gu has been "hanging out" with him for a long time, and he has begun to speak well.
"Where are the other Demon Sect elders? Are they all dead? Are there any fish that slipped through the net?" Mo Hua asked again.
Gu Changhuai counted them one by one:
"As you said before, the greedy ninth elder is dead, the short and skinny snake-like demon cultivator was beheaded by elder Xun, and the oldest second elder is dead. , the other elders are almost dead, and the only ones left are the bear demon elder, and the 'Elder You' you mentioned... ..."
"I ordered people to check, and no corpses of these two Jindan were found near the Demon Sect. At least Elder Xiong's head was exposed, and his arm was cut by Elder Xun Ziyou. Elder You has disappeared from the beginning to the end."
Mo Hua couldn't help but slow down while chewing his elbow.
This Elder You is really not that simple...
Did he get the news from Daotingsi in advance?
Still doubting that there is something wrong with the "Mr. Yuan" he pretended to be, he found some clues through the thunder and magnetic formation method, so he escaped in advance?
How did he escape? Where are you now?
Mo Hua was full of doubts and was lost in thought.
Gu Changhuai glanced at him, took a sip of wine and said, "Okay, don't think about it, this is Daotingsi's business."
Then he thought for a moment and added: "If there are any traces of these two people, I will tell you."
The implication is, don't waste time on this kind of thing, practice well and search Just leave the matter of the remnants of the Demon Sect to Daotingsi. I will tell you when there is news.
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
“One more thing,” Gu Changhuai said, “Dao Tingsi is already accounting for the achievements in wiping out the Demon Sect. Everyone who participated in the encirclement and suppression will have a share, and naturally you will also have a share. After the accounting is completed, Dao Tingsi will The Tingsi issued the order to your disciples through the Taixu Sect. The annihilation of the Demon Sect is a big deal, and this meritorious service should be quite generous."
Mo Hua didn't react much.
The main reason is that he is now a "big man with meritorious service", so many that you can no longer see how many he has.
He didn’t feel much about the extra or less.
Furthermore, he knows very well the efficiency of Dao Tingsi. When this contribution is paid, it will be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
After the two chatted and finished eating, Mo Hua was going back to the sect for class.
Before leaving, Gu Changhuai said:
"My cousin asked me to tell you that if you are willing, you will come to Gu's family for a New Year's banquet this year."
"New Year's banquet?"
Mo Hua was startled, and then suddenly remembered, In just over a month, it will be Chinese New Year again.
Unknowingly, this year has passed again.
There was a vague sense of urgency in Mo Hua. It seemed that time was passing too fast and something was about to happen, but it was just a feeling and he couldn't figure out the reason.
"Uncle Gu, you shouldn't be busy at the annual banquet this year, right?" Mo Hua said.
Gu Changhuai looked at the ink paintings and breathed a sigh of relief:
“Thanks to you, the disaster of the Demon Sect has been ended in advance, and Daotingsi can also relax for a while and live a good year. "
"You're welcome," Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, "Then I will go to Gu's house to play with you during the Chinese New Year."
Gu Changhuai was silent for a moment and sighed: "Okay."< br>
...
After bidding farewell to Gu Changhuai, Mo Hua returned to the sect.
In the evening, the disciple was in the middle, Mo Hua turned on the light and read at night. After reading for a while, he got tired, so he lay on the table and began to meditate.
The Demon Sect’s calamity has come to an end for the time being. Except for the initial planning and matchmaking, which he put a lot of thought into, he didn't even have to do anything during the actual encirclement and suppression.
There are no demons in the Golden Core Realm who come to him to fight for their lives.
Many of the methods he prepared were useless.
There is a little regret in the ink painting.
But on the other hand, this is also a good thing. After all, as a monk, it is better to be cautious when you should be cautious.
The demon sect was destroyed, all the demon cultivators were killed and wounded, and those who survived were also imprisoned in Taoist prison.
From then on, the innocent monks in the surrounding area were able to avoid being killed and robbed by the Demon Sect, which was considered a merit.
The only problem is the natal magic weapon, which is the four-image blue dragon formation...
When he thought of this, Mo Hua couldn't help but sigh.
This array diagram is really difficult to get...
Now that the cruel and powerful leader of the Demon Sect has escaped, like a dragon entering the sea, he really has no clue at all. .
Moreover, after seeing the actions of the Demon Sect and the huge pool of blood, Mo Hua couldn't help but start to doubt whether these four-image Qinglong were serious or not.
If it is not serious, how can I use it as a natal magic weapon?
Will my destined "magic weapon" really be this blue dragon formation?
Mo Hua frowned.
"How about... do the math?"
The situation is at a deadlock, there are no other clues, and there seems to be no good solution except fortune telling.
Mo Hua took out the copper coins his master left for him, set up a divine mist array to block the energy, and then calmed down and used the heavenly calculations.
The copper coins were thrown into the air, affecting the cause and effect, and then the dust settled and fell into the palm of the hand.
Mo Hua thought silently in his heart:
"What is my natal magic weapon..."
Then he opened his eyes and glanced at the copper coins in his hand.
The copper coin lay calmly in his palm, without any warning or any trace of cause and effect.
What does it mean?
Mo Hua frowned in confusion.
“Can’t figure it out?”
Mo Hua stared at the copper coin for a long time without seeing anything strange. He was about to give up and put the copper coin down when suddenly there was a pain in the sea of consciousness, and a large amount of spiritual consciousness rushed towards the copper coin like a tide.
At the same time, the secrets of heaven are ups and downs, and cause and effect are flowing.
But the flow of cause and effect this time is too great, and even the spiritual consciousness of ink painting cannot support it at all.
In just a moment, Mo Hua’s consciousness was sucked dry.
He rolled his eyes and fell on the table with a "pop".
The cause and effect on the copper coins stopped flowing without the supply of spiritual thoughts. Whether the calculation was successful or not, but even so, there was still a hint of omen that reached the depths of the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.
Ink Hua seemed to be having another dream in a daze.
The dream was a blue dragon.
But this dream was fragmented. He could only see the shadow of the green dragon, and could feel the boundless majesty and mighty power of the blue dragon. There was also the clear sound of the dragon's roar in his ears, one after another.
Mo Hua feels something in his heart.
"Is this a dream about karma and divination? Dreaming about the blue dragon...means that my natal magic weapon should be the orthodox Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation?"
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
In this way, all I have to do is stick to my original idea, continue to find the leader of the Demon Sect, and find a way to get the Four-Elephant Azure Dragon Formation from him...
Mo Hua was thinking this, and suddenly his dream changed suddenly.
There seemed to be something weird that invaded his dream, causing his dream to collapse inch by inch, causing Qinglong to become furious and roar loudly.
Within a moment, a blurry, black mist-like thing rushed towards Qinglong like a strong wind.
The strange, indescribable thing wrapped up and tore the green dragon apart, and then it came alive...
Swallowed it.
In an instant, the dream was completely shattered, and Mo Hua woke up suddenly, recalling the scene in the dream, and a turbulent wave broke out in his heart.
“A dragon...was swallowed by something...”
"What does this mean?"
"This dream is my karma omen?"
"Then what is my destiny magic weapon...what is it?"
Mo Hua murmured in a low voice, feeling even more confused for a moment.
……
In the days that followed, things calmed down.
Mo Hua still remembers the omen of "swallowing a dragon" in his dream. He is puzzled to understand it, but he can only think about it in daily life.
He also asked some elders, making insinuations and asking as if in small talk, what on earth can "eat dragons" in this world.
But this question is too bizarre.
The elders were also at a loss as to why Mo Hua was "childish at heart" and asked some whimsical questions.
Mo Hua couldn't figure out why, so he could only practice and go to class with peace of mind.
In this way, a month has passed and a year has come to an end.
In the sect’s assessment, ink painting has made unprecedented progress.
From "one A, six C", which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, to "one A, one B, five C".
His Taoism changed from "C" to "B".
It was probably that Elder Yi was playing "hide and seek" with him. After discussing the movement techniques, he recognized Mo Hua's attainments in movement techniques, so he made an exception and gave him a "B".
In terms of physical skills alone, Elder Yi feels that giving him an "A" is more than enough.
Even if he pushes his cultivation to the early stage of the Golden Core, there are very few disciples in the entire Taixu Sect who can survive twenty rounds under him, let alone those who can compete with him like Mo Hua. There has been a back and forth.
Give me a “B” just to keep a low profile.
Moreover, no matter how good the body technique of ink painting is, after all, it is only the body technique.
The weakness of his spiritual power means that it is difficult for him to have high attainments in magic - at least based on the sect's assessment standards, it is difficult to get a good evaluation.
Mo Hua doesn’t care too much about this “B”.
He just felt a little uneasy.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
The results that had remained unchanged for thousands of years suddenly changed. This made Mo Hua, who was more or less familiar with cause and effect, suddenly feel like something unexpected had happened.
Then, it’s New Year’s Eve again.
This is the seventh year he has spent in Taixumen, and Mo Hua has gradually adapted to it.
And Uncle Gu had invited him in advance, so he followed the trend and went to Gu's house to prepare for a New Year's banquet and a good meal.
There is still some time before the New Year banquet.
Mo Hua took Yu'er to wander around Qingzhou City.
Qingzhou City was very lively, and Yu'er also smiled happily, but there was a hint of worry in her smile.
Others may not be able to see this subtle expression, but it cannot escape Mo Hua's eyes.
Mo Hua bought a few bunches of candied haws, handed them to Yu'er, and then asked in a low voice:
"Yu'er, are you worried about something?"
Yu'er's face His smile couldn't help but froze, and then he became worried.
He is young and cannot hide his thoughts.
Mo Hua looked at him gently.
Yu'er hesitated for a long time, then muttered: "Brother Mo, I...I'm dreaming again."
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
Another dream...
"Nightmare?" Mo Hua asked.
Yu'er nodded, then shook her head, "Not really...it's different from the previous nightmare..."
"What dream?"
"I ..." Yu'er was a little timid, but looked at Mo Hua and said slowly, "I dreamed of myself."
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "Yourself?"
"Well..." Yu'er's eyes trembled slightly and she said a little confused, "It's me, but it doesn't look like me..."
"Then what?"
"Then... These three me, one is in the mountains, one is in the water, and the other is in my heart Inside. They all looked at me silently, I was very scared, they said, said..."
Yu'er looked at Mo Hua with tears in her eyes, "If you say mother, you will die, if you say brother Mo, you will die too... ..."
These words seemed to have been pressing in his heart for a long time.
Yu'er, a simple and kind-hearted person, wanted to say something but never dared to say it.
Mo Hua looked at Yu'er's worried, frightened and tearful eyes, smiled kindly, and said in a soft voice:
"Demons are evil and can change human forms and confuse people's hearts. Those three You are all monsters, they are scaring you."
Yu'er's tears were still wet, "Really?"
"When did I lie to you?"
Yu'er thought for a moment and nodded. Brother Mo treated him very well and never lied to him.
Mo Hua touched Yu'er's head and said in a gentle voice:
"You don't have to be afraid of anything in the dream. No matter what they are, as long as they dare to show their heads, I will strike with a sword. "One, kill them all."
No matter what, kill them all with one sword...
This sentence gave Yu'er great courage.
Yu'er's eyes gradually brightened, a smile appeared on her little face, and she nodded fiercely at Mo Hua: "Yes!"
(End of this chapter)