Chapter 987 The power of killing gods

Chapter 987 The power of killing gods

In the Demon Refining Mountain, smoke and dust are everywhere.

A young man's figure moved quickly in front, like a sudden flash of water between heaven and earth, light and slender.

But behind him, there was a black dust storm.

The powerful, strong, hill-like third-grade golden elixir black pig demon swept through waves of blood and dust storm-like black demonic energy, plowing open all the trees and rocks in front of it. Smelling the sweet smell of human flesh, it chased towards Mo Hua. Kill and go.

For a time, the demon was powerful and the scene was spectacular.

The animals scattered and the birds flew away in fright.

Xun Ziyou followed behind, holding the Taixu Sword in his hand. He wanted to use the sword several times to kill the pig monster.

But after thinking about it, I still endured it.

Once he takes action, he is exposed.

What the ancestor meant was to allow the ink painting to be sharpened as much as possible while ensuring the safety of the ink painting.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

If he always protects Mo Hua and does not let him suffer the slightest risk, he will not be able to grow.

It's too early to take action now.

What's more, the situation hasn't really come to an end yet.

Although the third-grade black pig demon is terrifying and powerful, every charge is extremely dangerous.

However, Mo Hua relies on his extremely superb body skills, flickering and leaping, moving like running water, as graceful as a startling giant, as if dancing on a hanging thread. Every time he is at the critical moment, he is able to turn danger into safety and cope with it.

Xun Ziyou was shocked, but also admired: "The body technique of ink painting is really exquisite, I don't know where I learned it from..."

But he knew that this situation could not continue.

After all, Mo Hua only built the foundation and his spiritual power was low. Facing this third-grade golden elixir pig demon with demonic power as strong as an abyss, sooner or later he would be exhausted.

In a pursuit that is so fierce, so dangerous, and so oppressive, once you are exhausted, it is over.

Even if you feel tired, or feel nervous, or make a slight mistake in your movement, it will be dangerous.

And Mo Hua repeatedly escaped from the mouth of the black pig demon, which further aroused the ferocity of this evil beast.

The black pig demon gradually became furious. Its demon power was still getting stronger and its speed was getting faster.

Xun Ziyou clenched the sword in his hand and worked hard.

And ink painting is indeed becoming more and more difficult.

The black pig demon who is in the third-grade golden elixir realm feels too oppressive. The surging demon power and black demon aura are like waves.

And ink painting is like a small boat in the waves, drifting with the current.

But this dead pig chased him as if risking his life.

Mo Hua escaped for a long time, but still couldn't get rid of him, and he was inevitably a little angry.

He glanced back slightly from the corner of his eye, and happened to see the black pig demon, with its pig eyes as big as lanterns and glaring like copper bells.

These eyes were staring at the ink painting.

Mo Hua couldn't help but have an impulse in his heart, but he suppressed it forcefully.

The black pig demon is too strong to take risks.

The most urgent task is to get rid of this third-grade pig demon, and it is not advisable to get too entangled with it.

Mo Hua continued to escape.

But the more he ran away, the angrier the black pig demon became.

Such ferocious demonic beasts rely on their demonic power to crush them and hunt their prey with ease.

Mo Hua had let him chase him for so long, which had stimulated his murderous nature.

Next, the black pig demon kept chasing him, getting faster and faster, the demonic aura became stronger and stronger, and the fierce light in his eyes became stronger and stronger. It seemed that he would not give up after eating the ink paintings.

Cold sweat breaks out on Mo Hua's back, and he feels more and more strenuous.

At the same time, the anger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

After a while, Mo Hua suddenly calmed down.

He looked back at the third-grade black pig demon with a cold expression and a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

After chasing him for a while, he came to a mountain and swamp.

The figure in the ink painting flashes like water, and the shadow turns into mist.

Three water shadows separated for a moment.

The black pig demon was confused for a moment, lost its target, and rushed towards a water shadow, smashing the water shadow into pieces.

After the water shadow shattered, a mountain wall was revealed.

The black pig demon, including its head, face, and half of its body, crashed directly into the mountain wall.

There was a sudden rumble, like a mountain falling apart.

After falling into the mountain wall, the black pig demon kept struggling.

But its monster body was fat and it was difficult to turn around. It struggled for a long time before it broke free. It had a gray head and a gray face, and its eyes were red and bleeding.

This third-grade black pig demon is obviously on the verge of "fury".

It was spitting fishy smell, breathing evil wind, and its eyes were bloodshot.

The hideous and ugly pig's nose twitched, and he soon smelled the scent of ink paintings. He immediately turned his cruel eyes and looked to the right.

Mo Hua stood in a mountain forest not far away.

The surrounding mountains are densely forested, moist with water vapor, and gurgling streams.

He didn't run, but just stood there, silently looking at the huge third-grade pig demon in front of him.

A monk with a thin body and a weak realm looked directly at a powerful monster with a huge body and black energy.

This is a naked provocation.

The black pig demon roared angrily.

This roar was like the howl of a ghost in hell, the wail of a fierce ghost, piercing the eardrums and shaking Lin Yue.

Then the blood vibrated, and the demonic energy swept across.

The black pig demon carried a jet-black demonic wind and suddenly rushed towards Mo Hua.

But just halfway through, water suddenly surged above the ground, dissolving the mud and rocks and turning it into a large mountain swamp.

The mountains turned into swamps and the ground became muddy.

The foot suddenly collapsed, and the black pig demon's huge body immediately fell into the mire, and as the mud and rocks flowed, it sank deeper and deeper.

The black pig demon struggled and writhed desperately, its demon power shook, and mud and rocks flew all over the sky.

But the quagmire is very deep, and the formations surrounding it are also very clever.

Seeing that there was no time for twenty or thirty breaths, the pig demon couldn't break free.

In this kind of life-and-death pursuit, twenty or thirty breaths can already determine life or death. It was enough for Mo Hua to escape.

Xun Ziyou slowly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded secretly.

The ink painting formations are becoming more and more sophisticated.

Instead of simply relying on the power of formations, the formations are used to derive the power of Bagua, thereby changing the terrain and using the natural power of heaven and earth to trap these third-level monsters and seek opportunities for escape.

In a short period of time, you can think of these and implement them accurately.

This kid really has almost demonic aptitude and understanding in battle tactics.

No wonder outsiders call him "the little monster of Taixu Sect".

"In this way, he can rely on his own ability to escape from this third-grade pig demon without taking action himself..."

Xun Ziyou was relieved, but after a while, he found that Mo Hua had clearly trapped the pig demon with a formation, but he did not escape. Instead, he stood quietly and pointed his brow.

Xun Ziyou was startled and frowned.

What's the meaning?

What is this kid doing?

Run away quickly!

After a while, the pig demon will break free from the swamp formation.

Time is precious. If you don't take advantage of such a good opportunity to escape, what posture will you put on here? What are you thinking?

Xun Ziyou frowned and stared at the ink painting for a while. Suddenly, his heart was shaken, and a ridiculous guess emerged:

This kid, he doesn't want to... kill this pig demon, does he?

No...

He had just built a foundation, and wanted to kill a third-grade golden elixir realm monster by himself? !

Is he... crazy? !

Who gave him the courage? !

Even if the Taixu Sect's ancestors had protected him for generations, even if the Taixu Sect's ancestral tombs were set on fire and burned out, and the green smoke was bald, they still couldn't keep him from being so desperate!

Xun Ziyou's heart suddenly shrank and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

At the same time, the two front hooves of the third-grade black pig demon had broken out of the mire and landed on the shore.

A ferocious huge pig head also emerged from the mire.

Xun Ziyou was frightened, and immediately stopped hesitating, silently performed the sword technique, and drew out the sword.

But the next moment, a strange sword intent came, Xun Ziyou's heart suddenly palpitated, and he turned his head to look in disbelief.

In the mountains and forests, a powerful pig demon breaks out of the mire.

The weak Mo Hua is confronting the pig demon.

He pointed between his eyebrows.

It seemed ordinary, but in just a moment, an unbelievably powerful sword intent that far exceeded the realm of foundation building burst out from his thin body.

As the divine thoughts roared, it seemed as if a raging storm of sword intent was set off.

The sword intent rose, and Mo Hua's eyes became more and more dazzling.

The pure golden light is extremely condensed, and the sword light flows and is extremely sharp.

And there was a ray of spiritual power lingering on his fingertips, pointed between his eyebrows, communicating with the wall of reality and reality, and the powerful Taixu Sword Intention was drawn out bit by bit.

The amazing edge is revealed bit by bit in the world...

Sensing this ancient and profound sword intent, Xun Ziyou opened his mouth wide. For a moment, he felt his breath was suffocated and his heart stopped.

As if aware of the crisis, the pig demon's roar became more and more shrill.

Its blood was boiling completely, and its demonic aura was as dark as ink. As its demonic power surged, it jumped suddenly and escaped from the mire.

Then regardless of everything, he rushed towards Mo Hua, as if he wanted to strangle this hidden danger in the cradle and swallow it into his belly.

At this moment, Mo Hua focused his gaze, pointed a little, and pulled out a faint sword light from his fingertips.

This sword light is extremely bright.

It is an existence composed of divine thoughts.

Moreover, it is an existence that is integrated with the essence of gods and pure gold, transcending the spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks.

Even Xun Ziyou, who was in the late stage of Jindan, could only see a vague shadow of the sword, and above the sword shadow, there was occasionally a sword-like hairspring that was as bright as golden glaze.

The black pig demon stared with ferocious eyes, holding the black wind, and rushed towards Mo Hua. Mo Hua's eyes were cold and he pointed.

The Taixu Divine Sword came out of the body.

The huge sword shadow shot out of the air, arrived in an instant, and directly pierced the pig demon's ferocious eyes like copper bells.

Eyes are the windows of consciousness.

The powerful sword intent penetrated the flesh and blood window and directly penetrated the pig demon's demon consciousness.

Like gold and iron chopping clay sculptures.

The shrill and painful howl was so harsh that it resounded throughout the entire mountain in an instant.

Then the screams suddenly stopped.

No one knows what happened to the pig demon's sea of ​​consciousness.

Just like the king of hell calling his name, impermanence demands his life.

The life of the black pig demon suddenly disappeared.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Its ferocious copper bell-like eyes, in just a few breaths, lost all its energy and became completely dim.

Its body, without the support of its will, became a huge piece of flesh and blood, its limbs limp on the ground, but it maintained its inertia and kept sliding towards the ink painting.

The formation on the ground lit up, and stone thorns bulged like spears, hindering the black pig demon's body.

The stone thorns shattered one after another, and the black pig demon's speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of Mo Hua.

Its eyes were still staring at the ink painting.

But the demon consciousness was completely wiped out, and it had completely lost its vitality.

Mo Hua stood quietly on the spot, his thin figure as firm as a mountain for a moment.

But the black pig demon was lying on the ground with its head and limbs, its body like a hill with flesh and blood remaining, but it seemed to be humbly surrendering.

There was silence.

Distant woods.

Xun Ziyou still maintained the posture of drawing his sword. His whole body was as motionless as a clay sculpture, but there was a turbulent wave in his heart.

...dead? !

A third-grade golden elixir monster died in the hands of Mo Hua? !

Mo Hua, who was at the Foundation Establishment Realm, killed a third-grade Golden Core Realm monster by himself? !

Xun Ziyou was greatly shocked, his hands began to tremble, and he could hardly believe his eyes for a moment.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he thought it was ridiculous.

Even for a moment, he began to wonder if he was still in the nightmare of Gushan Evil Fetus.

Everything he saw before him was his dream...

Otherwise, such a world-famous thing would never happen...

It is almost impossible to build a foundation and kill the golden elixir.

Not to mention, the one he killed was a golden elixir realm monster that was more powerful than the monk.

And the person who killed this golden elixir realm monster was Mo Hua, who was weak in blood, had low spiritual power, and had never been good at cultivation.

He didn't even use the formation.

Those formations are only used to contain and control.

It was true that he relied on his own strength, relied on the unfathomable sword techniques he practiced, and single-handedly killed the third-level monster in a head-on confrontation! !

Xun Ziyou was shocked.

What a powerful Taoist method this is?

What kind of powerful force is it driven by?

……

On the other side, the pig demon died.

Mo Hua came back to his senses and looked at the huge corpse in front of him, feeling somewhat surprised.

Is this... dead?

"I used my spiritual thoughts to turn into swords and killed a... pig demon in the third-grade golden elixir realm?"

Mo Hua looked at his white and weak palms, feeling unbelievable.

This is only one-tenth of his spiritual power.

Due to various constraints between reality and reality, the destructive power of the God-Slaying Sword is only 10% of what he can exert with all his strength.

Even so, this powerful third-grade pig demon was undoubtedly killed by his sword.

Mo Hua took a breath of cold air.

If one day, I can really fuse the wall of reality and reality, and release the Divine Sword completely and 100% into reality...

So how terrifying would this sword be?

What realm of monks or monsters can be killed?

I can't even think about ink painting.

He was shocked for a while, and then he remembered that making such a big noise would definitely attract people's attention.

The most urgent task is to find a way to "resolve the aftermath", otherwise it will be difficult to explain.

But how to deal with the aftermath?

Who to deal with?

Mo Hua looked at the third-grade golden elixir pig demon as big as a hill with a pair of dead pig eyes in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he took out the Taixu Order and sent a message to Xunzi:

"Elder Xun, come quickly! I picked up a dead pig!"

Xun Ziyou in the distance glanced at Tai Xu Ling, his expression was extremely exciting:

"..."

Picked up a dead pig...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have almost believed it.

Xun Ziyou suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, thought for a while, and wrote to Mo Hua: "Where is it?"

Mo Hua looked around and reported his location.

Xunzi said leisurely: "Okay, I'll go there now."

Ink painting: "Yeah."

Xun Ziyou then sneaked to the foot of the mountain and circled a few times. He estimated that the time was almost up, and then pretended to be in a hurry and hurried over.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, Xun Ziyou looked "shocked":

"Third-grade pig demon?"

Mo Hua nodded.

"How did you die?" Xun Ziyou asked.

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "I'm not sure. I just came here and saw this pig dead here. It was such a big one."

"It is estimated that he was either killed by someone, or he suffered a sudden illness and crashed into a tree and died."

"I hit a tree and died..."

"Pigs are stupid and can't turn, so they will be killed."

"..."

Xun Ziyou has no temper at all.

This kid is talking nonsense now and doesn't make any sense at all.

Xun Ziyou looked around and saw that all traces of the surrounding formations had been erased, and then nodded slightly.

I know that it is not bad to erase all traces of the formation and save myself trouble...

"Okay, I understand," Xun Ziyou nodded, "This Demon Refining Mountain is not safe. You should go back first. I will handle the matter of the third-grade pig demon."

Seeing that Elder Xun didn't ask any more questions, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking about it, he asked: "Elder, will this third-grade pig demon be considered a meritorious service?"

Although he has a lot of merits now, which is enough for the time being, the more merits, the better.

What's more, this is still a third-grade pig demon. If he doesn't change his merits, Mo Hua will feel really sorry.

Elder Xun looked at the ink painting silently and sighed:

"Luck is also a part of strength. Since you 'picked' it up, it is naturally your merit."

Mo Hua felt relieved and said with a smile: "Thank you, Elder Xun!"

Elder Xun said: "Go back."

"Yeah."

Mo Hua bowed, then said goodbye and left. Everything after that was left to Elder Xun Ziyou.

After Mo Hua left, Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment, and then slowly approached the black pig demon.

Looking at the almost intact body of the pig demon and the empty and lifeless eyes of the demonic consciousness, Xunziyou couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, then his eyes trembled, and in an incredible voice, he whispered the almost annihilated words. Name:

"Taixu...the true secret of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords..."

These few words seemed to have an amazing magic power, which made Xun Ziyou fascinated and frightened at the same time.

He sighed, took out his sword, and with the light of the sword, he cut open the pig's skin, minced the flesh and blood, and pierced the heart of the pig demon.

The originally intact pig demon was instantly covered with sword marks.

Xun Ziyou then used a summons to summon people to come over and deal with the body of this huge third-grade pig demon.

……

On the other side, Mo Hua returned to Taixumen and sat in the disciple room, still feeling ups and downs.

The scene of killing the pig demon is still vivid in his mind.

The power of the God-Slaying Out-of-body Body still frightened him a little.

He couldn't help but look at his hands, stunned.

In his own hand, he holds the secret to killing the golden elixir...

This is the foundation of divine knowledge and enlightenment, coupled with the true power of the divine sword-turning art.

A feeling of control gradually spread throughout Mo Hua's body.

He studied in Qianxuezhou for eight years, practicing day and night, honing the formations, swallowing evil spirits, integrating into the essence of the spirit, and laying the foundation of Shinto.

In addition, practicing swordsmanship and mastering the method of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords step by step.

The sand gathers to form a tower, and the water drops penetrate the stone.

Now, his way of spiritual thought can finally show its edge.

Mo Hua holds his palms empty and his eyes are sharp.

The divine thought forms the elixir and turns the sword into success!

From then on, his consciousness line was a "death line".

Regardless of whether it is a human, a monster, or a devil, as long as his sword is allowed to leave the body and penetrate into the sea of ​​consciousness on the other side, it will ignore all flesh and blood, spiritual power or demonic power, annihilate its spiritual thoughts, and wipe out its life.

And he finally took the first step to become a powerful "Shinto monk".

Use your powerful spiritual thoughts to control the life and death of others!

(End of chapter)