Chapter 970 Killing Evil
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Mo Hua pondered for a moment and asked: "Can I bring others with me?"
He also wanted to save Elder Xun and the others.
Huangshan Jun said calmly: "I only have you as a cause and effect, and I can only save you."
He is a god, and gods are indifferent by nature. Whether others live or die has nothing to do with him.
What's more, with his current condition, he has no energy left to save others.
Mo Hua shook his head, "Forget it."
Elder Xun and the others must be saved.
They were here to save themselves, there was no way they could escape and let them die.
And once this nightmare leaves, I'm afraid it will never come back.
This evil fetus will remain in the depths of Gushan forever and become a huge hidden danger. It is not impossible that it will suddenly revive and turn the entire Gushan City into hell.
What's more, Mo Hua is not willing to give in.
He had worked so hard on this trip, spent all the effort, and lost a lot of divine marrow. He had not yet obtained the Azure Dragon Formation, he could not eat the marrow, and he could not break through the twenty lines. It was a real loss to go back like this.
If he really can't beat him, then that's it, but now that Huangshan Jun still has some consciousness left, Mo Hua gradually has an idea in his mind and doesn't want to give up.
Mo Hua was angry, "This evil fetus has beaten me for so long. It would be unkind to not take revenge. As long as there is the slightest chance, I will not let it go. I will take a bite of its flesh no matter what..."
Huangshan Jun looked at the ink painting and sighed: "If you don't leave, forget it. If you die here, don't blame me."
Mo Hua nodded, thought for a moment and then suddenly said: "Tiger, I may have a way to save you."
"You...save me?" Huangshan Jun's eyes narrowed.
"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "but we have to wait for the power of the evil fetus to be weaker, or wait for you to be stronger..."
As long as Huangshan Jun is saved, then by joining forces with him, it is possible to kill the evil fetus.
Huangshan Jun shook his head, "You can't save me..."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
"You..."
Before Huangshan Jun finished speaking, the blood on his face began to turn bright red again, and the black blood crawled towards his face like tentacles, and evil thoughts began to flourish.
"The evil fetus has awakened again, you... wish for more blessings."
Then his face suddenly turned ferocious, with a fierce flash in his eyes, a halberd appeared in his right hand, and he charged directly at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, transformed into a Lihuo sword, and started killing Xie Fei again.
After a long period of fighting, the power of the evil fetus became weaker, and the tiger's consciousness gradually regained consciousness.
When Mo Hua saw this, he immediately shouted: "Tiger, I am attacking outside, and you are internally consumed. As long as the evil fetus becomes weak, I will have a way to rescue you!"
Huangshan Jun's eyes trembled slightly.
Mo Hua no longer hesitated, and immediately manifested the sword of spiritual thought to kill the evil fetus.
But this time, he only attacked the other side of Huangshanjun, and used the sword of spiritual thought to kill the black blood and rotten flesh that was parasitic on Huangshanjun's body bit by bit.
"Divinity turns into a sword..."
Huangshan Jun looked a little stunned.
Just now, his consciousness was not awake and he couldn't see clearly, but now he saw that this little kid was actually a descendant of the Taixu Sect.
And at a young age, you started learning how to transform your spiritual thoughts into swords?
Thinking of the great master of Taixu Sect who beheaded him back then, Mr. Huangshan felt a little complicated.
"Tiger!" Mo Hua shouted again, "Internal friction!"
Huangshan Jun came back to his senses, suppressed all the past events and karma and grudges in his heart, and began to activate the power of his spiritual thoughts to snatch the control of the evil fetus bit by bit.
In this way, the evil fetus has indeed become weaker.
Although the armor of demonic thoughts is still as hard and its killing blows are still as terrifying, its movements have become much slower, and occasionally they are contradictory and inconsistent.
Like a flesh and blood puppet, driven by instinct and disturbed by Huangshan Jun, it is in constant self-conflict and has many flaws.
Mo Hua's pressure suddenly decreased, his eyes widened, and he immediately stopped being polite and turned from defense to offense. In the forbidden area of the back mountain, he used all the sword moves taught to him by Dugu Patriarch. For a time, the Five Elements Sword Formation circulated, and the gods The sword of thought is wielded by the ink painting so that it is airtight.
The dense sword light cut through the flesh and blood of the evil fetus.
"Have you hacked to death, hacked to death you..."
Retaliation for retaliation, Mo Hua took out all the anger from the beating he had just received on Xie Fei.
The evil fetus's injuries worsened little by little.
Although a single sword intention caused little damage, the evil fetus' aura gradually weakened little by little as the water penetrated the stone.
Its magic armor is also dimming a little bit.
In addition, Huangshan Jun disintegrated its origin and suppressed its will from the inside.
The evil fetus was attacked by two phases. The evil energy declined and the golden light revived. Finally, the spiritual thoughts of good and evil fought against each other and reached a critical value.
Half of the evil fetus's body is black and red, and half of its body is golden.
Mo Hua seized this opportunity and raised his hands high, trying to gather strength to draw out his sword.
The surging sword intent began to surge.
Huangshan Jun was shocked.
The evil fetus seemed to be aware of the crisis, and immediately went crazy, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Its roar was like the roar of the dead, filled with weirdness, becoming more and more harsh and sharp, even with a hint of the call from the evil god.
Above the temple, dark clouds suddenly filled up.
In the void, a shadow of the altar emerged.
The evil god's throne made of white bones dominates the sky.
The tree of divine authority bloomed little by little, and the causal chains on the tree spread. Countless demons and ghosts crawled out of the void along the causal chains, bowed towards the evil fetus, and bared their fangs towards the evil fetus' enemies.
They support the evil fetus and protect the evil fetus.
Huge evil thoughts were re-infused into the body of the evil fetus.
The aura of the evil fetus began to rise a little bit again.
Countless monsters climbed down from the tree of divine power and fell into the temple, staring at the ink paintings.
When Huangshan Jun saw this, he looked bitter and murmured:
"The Tree of Divine Power, the transmission of cause and effect, the evil god has endless demons under his command to support him, and he cannot be killed at all..."
But Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Tiger, help me drag it..."
Huangshan Jun was startled, not knowing what Mo Hua was going to do. In the blink of an eye, he saw Mo Hua leaping up, breaking through the demon tide, and climbing towards the tree of divine power in the middle.
Ordinary demons are no match for Mo Hua.
The evil fetus was consumed by Huangshanjun.
With a wave of Mo Hua's sword energy, he swept open a passage.
The scattered demons rushed towards Mo Hua, but were beaten to pieces by Mo Hua's punches and kicks.
Just like that, Mo Hua rushed into the sea of demons, one person and one sword, and climbed up to the top of the tree of divine power. Then in front of Huangshan Lord and all the demons, he sat down on the throne of the evil god. superior.
The hall was quiet for a moment.
Then the group of demons roared, and evil thoughts boiled like a tsunami.
Huangshan Jun’s eyes were shocked.
"This kid...actually sat on the throne of the evil god...seriously, how brave he is!"
And Xie Fei was even more furious.
Ink Hua snatched its throne in front of it. What a shame and blasphemy!
The evil fetus was so angry that it burst open, black blood spattered everywhere, and its flesh and blood swelled, turning into a deformed monster that wanted to rush forward and devour Mo Hua alive.
Huangshan Jun sensed that something was wrong, and immediately used all his strength to control the arm of an evil fetus, manifesting a golden halberd, and stabbed his right leg with a cruel move.
The halberd penetrated the flesh and blood, pinning the evil fetus in place.
The evil fetus's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and even its divine body was torn apart. It screamed angrily at the ink painting.
Mo Hua turned a deaf ear to the roar of the evil fetus.
He sat on the throne of the evil god, trying to communicate with the tree of divine authority and control the authority of the evil god.
But before he could complete the communication and take control of the power, countless evil ghosts rushed towards him.
Most of these unjust ghosts were mine repairmen who died tragically in Gushan.
They are controlled by evil fetuses and cannot control themselves.
There are more demons coming from the distance to stop Mo Hua.
The ink painting exuded the aura of spiritual thought and Taoism, which frightened these fierce ghosts. Then he glanced at them and asked:
"Don't you...don't want to be free?"
In the dark, cause and effect flow.
Some of them, the ghosts who ate Shen Qingsheng's soul, lost their resentment and became clearer.
Half in fear and half in gratitude, they turned their heads and guarded Mo Hua, resisting the attacks of other monsters.
Then if there is one, there will be a second one. More and more Gushan ghosts began to turn against each other and sided with Mo Hua.
They don't want to become ghosts, they also want to be freed from this endless nightmare of being oppressed and enslaved.
The fierce ghosts in the lonely mountain have become a "ghost wall", surrounding the ink painting.
Outside, more and more strange monsters crawled towards Mo Hua along the tree of divine authority.
These demons are evil spirits raised by the evil gods' dojos in various places in the Qianxue State.
Or cow heads, or horse faces, or fish heads, or wolf bodies, mixed with human stumps, deformed and ugly, densely packed, like a tide, impacting the city wall composed of lonely mountain ghosts...
Most of the monsters have been stopped.
A few broke through the ghost wall and rushed in front of Mo Hua, but were directly burned to death by his formation.
Mo Hua finally had a chance.
He began to meditate with his eyes closed, communicating with the tree of divine authority with all his heart.
Because this was not the first time, Mo Hua was responsible for the evil fetus of the Dragon King Temple. The Divine Power Tree did not reject him, but really regarded him as an "evil fetus".
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The Tree of Divine Power gave him the authority of the evil god.
The idea of the ink painting became the idea of the evil god.
An ancient and evil will descended on Mo Hua. At that moment, Mo Hua was sitting on the bone throne, with his back against the tree of divine power, and countless ghosts guarding him in front of him. The childhood "evil god".
Thousands of fierce ghosts surrendered.
Countless demons lingered around.
The evil fetus roared angrily.
At that moment, Mo Hua had a strong sense of control, as if in front of him, like dark clouds, countless demonic armies were all his slaves.
All he needs to do is give an order.
These demons will attack cities and plunder territory for themselves, strangle all powerful enemies in the world of spiritual thoughts, devour the spiritual thoughts of all monks, and turn the entire Qianxue State into a battlefield of evil thoughts and an abyss of evil.
By then, the state boundaries will be wiped out, and all life will be in ruins.
And he is the only "true god" who rules this world and controls thousands of evil spirits.
This feeling was so strong that Mo Hua had the urge to destroy everything and kill everything.
No "person" can resist this temptation.
Fortunately, he is not completely "human". His spiritual thoughts are partly human, partly divine, and partly integrated with the ruthless way of the demon.
At the critical moment, his cold divinity and ruthless demonic nature restrained his human desire for power, strength and killing.
The murderous desire in the ink painting gradually cooled down, and the Taoist mind gradually became clear.
He sat on the Bone Throne, controlled the Tree of Divine Power, and began to order the army of monsters to retrace their steps and order the remaining monsters to kill themselves.
After that, with a thought, he completely cut off the connection between the Gushan Temple and the Tree of Divine Power, cutting off the supply of the Gushan Temple.
The chain of cause and effect is broken.
The tide of demons was stopped at a cliff, and the evil spirits dispersed.
The evil spirit of the temple subsided.
The supply of evil fetuses was also completely cut off.
The shadow of the Tree of Divine Power was gradually disappearing. After finishing all this, Mo Hua stood up from the bone throne and looked down at the evil fetus in the center of the temple with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Now, you are dead!"
The evil fetus was angry and roared abnormally, but it didn't help.
Mo Hua held his hand in vain, transformed into a broken golden sword, and killed the evil fetus again.
Huangshan Jun activated his spiritual thoughts and controlled the body of the evil fetus.
For evil fetuses, this is a real "external and internal trouble".
The tree of divine power was occupied by ink paintings, the demon's authority was cut off, and the evil fetus fell into an "isolated and helpless" situation.
The seemingly powerful evil fetus has become an empty shell that is strong on the outside but dry on the inside.
After that, it was still a hard fight. Although Mo Hua was scarred, he became more and more brave as he fought, and the golden light on Huangshan Jun became more and more prosperous.
Finally, the power of good and evil in the evil fetus reached the critical value again.
The blood light of the evil fetus and the golden light of Huangshan Jun were almost half on the left and the other on the right.
Huangshan Jun wants to break away, but the flesh and blood of the evil fetus are stuck together and cannot be separated at all, and he cannot go further and control the entire evil body.
The two are at a stalemate.
At this moment, Mo Hua shouted: "Tiger, I'm here to help you!"
He pointed at one point, and golden formations appeared, one after another, locking Huangshan Jun and the evil fetus together.
Then Mo Hua held his hands in empty hands and raised them above his head. His eyes focused and his whole aura changed. The majestic and vast sword intent gathered in his hands.
Huangshanjun's pupils trembled.
A familiar memory from the soul gradually revived.
"This is..."
Taixu Divine Sword? !
The final sword style of Taixu’s divine mind transforming into a true sword art? !
Isn't this a sword art that can only be understood by those old monks in the Taixu Sect who have mastered the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years?
He has learned it at such a young age? !
Huang Shanjun was a little unbelievable for a moment.
And he soon discovered that Mo Hua's sword technique was different from the one that slashed him.
That sword back then contained the ancient and pure sword intention of Taixu. The two swords flowed around like a galaxy.
And Mo Hua's sword is too complicated.
I don’t know how many messy things are mixed in this sword.
There are formations, sword ways, five elements, Taixu Sword Intent, and even a trace of ruthlessness and selflessness. Even the god Huangshan Jun feels that the laws of Tao are strange and mysterious...
"How could it be...a demon?!"
Huangshan Jun was shocked and speechless.
However, the evil fetus separated good and evil, and was temporarily controlled by the formation. The endless demons dispersed. At this time, no one in the temple could stop Mo Huazhu's sword.
Cut off the gold, Guishui, open the mountain, and melt the Lihuo sword array into one body.
The ancient Taixu Sword Intent is powerful.
Cut off my feelings, cut off all the demons, and sharpen the edge of the sword.
Boundless murderous intent condenses in the hands of Mo Hua.
Even the dead evil fetus felt frightened and uneasy.
"Cut!"
After the law was circulated, the Taixu Divine Sword was completely condensed, the sword light was bright, Mo Hua's eyes were firm, he shouted in a low voice, and then slashed hard.
The five elements flowed, and the Taixu God-Slaying Giant Sword merged into one. The light surged, like the sky hanging upside down, and it suddenly struck down.
For a moment, the extremely dazzling sword light poured down and struck the center of the evil fetus.
Under such astonishing spiritual swordsmanship, even the evil fetus at the peak of the third level could not bear it, and its body of the evil god began to break apart bit by bit.
The flesh, which was as hard as armor, was bitten and strangled by the sword energy over and over again.
Taixu's sword intention is mighty and mighty.
If one sword energy can't cut it open, then ten, one hundred, or even one thousand swords will do it.
In addition to sword energy, there is also the power of five elements formations such as Duanjin, Guishui, and Lihuo, which circulate endlessly.
Once a crack is opened, the demonic path will take advantage of it and completely wipe out any vitality...
Finally, thousands of sword lights bloomed, and the astonishing sword intent swept out, raging like a tsunami, causing the entire temple to shake.
When the shocking fluctuations of sword intent came out, Master Gu and the others outside the temple couldn't help but look horrified.
The most shocked person was Xun Ziyou.
In particular, the familiar yet unfamiliar sword intent that was so powerful that it made one's heart palpitate, made his expression change greatly, making him unbelievable.
"Is this... the true secret of Taixu's divine mind transforming into a sword?!"
"Is it the Divine Mind Sword Technique in Taixu Sect that has been sealed for hundreds of years and has been listed as a forbidden technique?"
"Impossible..."
"Isn't this sword technique lost?"
"Who is using it?"
"There's no way...it's an ink painting, right?"
Xun Ziyou took a breath of cold air and trembled all over for a moment.
(End of chapter)