Chapter 900 Dream Sign

The Divine Essence is really a good thing!

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

From the information obtained from Sister Xia, it is known that there is a high probability that the bodies of the dozen or so Jindan Demon Cultivators of this Demon Sect have a Divine Corpse.

The Divine Corpse is the "blessing" of the evil god to the Jindan Demon Cultivators.

At the same time, it is also treating these Jindan Demon Cultivators as "puppets".

For Mo Hua, these Jindan Demon Cultivators are also "storage bags" storing Divine Essence.

As long as these Jindan Demon Cultivators are killed, there is a way to get Divine Essence.

But...

Mo Hua was a little confused for a while, whether it is easier to kill Jindan Demon Cultivators to earn Divine Essence... or to kill the evil fetus and refine Divine Essence?

Whether it is killing Jindan or killing the evil fetus, it seems that it is not an easy task.

In fact, killing the evil fetus may be more "pragmatic" - at least he is now practically, step by step, on the road of "killing the evil fetus".

And killing Jindan Demon Cultivators... is not only dangerous, but also has many variables.

Uncle Gu, who was in the Jindan realm, almost lost his life, not to mention a small foundation building.

In the third-grade state, there was no room for him to intervene in the killing game between Jindan.

It was almost wishful thinking to refine the essence of the spirit by killing Jindan.

Mo Hua frowned.

But it was not easy to leave this matter alone.

Because there was also the reason of Uncle Gu.

Uncle Gu had been "hanging around" with him for too long, and he had intervened in many things. He had too many causes and consequences on him, which was why he was targeted by the evil god's power, and there were evil cultivators in the Jindan realm who would rather self-destruct their Jindan than die with him...

Although Uncle Gu himself said that he was the Taoist court's director, and it was his duty to arrest evil demon cultivators.

But to be honest, there must be his own reasons.

If it weren't for me, a "troublemaker", Uncle Gu would not have been so deeply involved in the evil god's game.

Before, in the second-grade state, arresting the peak second-grade sinners was not bad.

Now, as a Dianshi in the early stage of Jindan, he has to fight openly and secretly with the bloodthirsty Demon Sect, which is led by more than ten Jindan demon cultivators, in the third-grade state.

He is in the wind and blood, and he may lose his life if he is not careful one day.

Mo Hua sighed.

Although Uncle Gu is cold, he is a good man. It is a pity that he died.

"Then is there any way to help Dao Tingsi hunt down Jindan demon cultivators, protect Uncle Gu's safety, and earn some spiritual essence by the way?"

Of course, spiritual essence is secondary.

He is mainly worried about Uncle Gu's safety.

Mo Hua nodded, but after thinking for a long time, he was still at a loss.

Cultivation is a "barrier" like a copper wall and an iron wall between cultivators.

Many things, if the cultivation is not enough, it will not work, no matter what you do.

Not to mention, the gap between the middle stage of foundation building and Jindan is really too big.

Mo Hua shook his head.

This matter could only be put aside temporarily, and he could only silently wish Uncle Gu good luck in the future...

He really couldn't help.

...

After that, Mo Hua practiced for another two days, and it was the seven-day period.

He was going to the back mountain to learn sword from the ancestor again.

But this time, when Mo Hua burned incense and bathed, and was ready, he sat obediently in the disciple room, waiting for the ancestor to "open the door" and take him in.

The void in front of him was calm and there was no movement for a long time.

"What's going on?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Did the ancestor forget the time?

It's impossible...

"Or did the ancestor have an accident?"

Mo Hua felt a little solemn.

He waited for a while, but there was still no movement in front of him. Just when Mo Hua thought that the ancestor would not catch him to learn sword tonight.

The void finally began to flicker.

A dark and profound space crack appeared, and a skinny big hand stretched out and grabbed Mo Hua's collar.

As the scene changed, Mo Hua came to the sword tomb again.

Mo Hua looked closely, the back mountain was still the back mountain, and the sword tomb was still the sword tomb.

The old man Dugu, who was sitting in the sword tomb, seemed to be the same as usual, nothing unusual.

"Practice sword."

The voice of the old man Dugu was as low and hoarse as always, as pale as a dry stone in the dark night.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and asked, "Old man, what sword moves should I practice?"

He has now learned the sword of beheading gods.

"Start from the beginning and practice everything I taught you again."

Mo Hua was stunned, "Practice from the beginning?"

The old man Dugu nodded, "Replacing the sword with a formation and opening up a new path is a good thing. But don't forget the foundation of the sword. To a certain extent, the true art of transforming the mind into a sword is a sword art after all. It's always good to practice sword more."

Mo Hua thought it made sense, so he nodded.

Although his "cheating" way of transforming his mind into a sword is very consistent with the "path" he wants to take, he still needs to master the original swordsmanship, even if he is not proficient in it.

Understanding the world is knowledge.

The same is true for cultivation. There are profound ways in formation and swordsmanship.

It is best to learn more from the basics without any hesitation and without fear of trivialities.

However, the attitude of the ancestor always makes Mo Hua feel a little uncomfortable.

It seems that the ancestor... is worried about something?

Mo Hua can't ask, so he can only bury his head and continue to practice swordsmanship.

In this way, he seems to have returned to the beginning, still down-to-earth, starting from sword moves, and practicing swordsmanship step by step.

And what he practiced was the swordsmanship moves of physical cultivation.

Of course, he can only practice moves, which are not powerful, just to strengthen his body.

After practicing for more than an hour, the time came and Mo Hua was about to leave.

Ancestor Dugu was silent for a moment, then suddenly touched his forehead with his hand, borrowed a wisp of sword intent, and drew a circle on the ground.

The sword intent on this circle was unfathomable, wrapping both Mo Hua and himself in the circle.

Ancestor Dugu then asked:

"Mo Hua..."

He paused for a moment, then slowly asked, his voice cold: "What did I teach you last time you came?"

Mo Hua was startled, then his pupils shrank slightly, and he said carefully:

"Ancestor, you taught me the method of cutting off my own soul, cutting off my ego, understanding the origin, transforming the sword path, and proving the great way."

Ancestor Dugu was silent for a long time after hearing this.

Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed the four words "Taishang Zhanqing" and asked:

"Grandmaster, is there anything wrong?"

Grandmaster Dugu did not answer, but looked solemn, even a little scary, and said:

"Mo Hua, you have to remember, from now on, you don't have to believe everything I teach you, think more about everything, and keep your heart..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Grandmaster..."

Before he asked anything, the solemnity on Grandmaster Dugu's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression became indifferent again, as if all the external things in the world were not lingering in his mind.

No sadness, no joy, no obsession, no thoughts.

Mo Hua stopped talking silently.

Patriarch Dugu drew a finger and broke the "sword circle" he had just drawn, then raised his indifferent eyes and looked at Mo Hua:

"What did I teach you just now?"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said, "Ancestor, you taught me the method of cutting off my own soul."

Ancestor Dugu nodded, "Very good, learn well."

Mo Hua said nothing more and bowed respectfully:

"Then, Ancestor, I'll take my leave first."

Ancestor Dugu glanced at Mo Hua with an indifferent look, revealing a strange "appreciation", and then broke through the void and sent Mo Hua away.

Ancestor Dugu was still left alone in the sword tomb.

His figure became more and more lonely, even a little hunched.

The cold moonlight made it even more desolate.

And his expression was also in a contradiction, sometimes cold, sometimes confused, sometimes frowning, and sometimes like a blank sheet of paper, without any emotion.

As these emotions intertwined, Patriarch Dugu said bitterly:

"I shouldn't have taught him... From the beginning, I shouldn't have taught him anything..."

"Junior brother is right, I... did something wrong again."

"You can't learn to transform your mind into a sword..."

"You can't touch those things at all. They were originally sealed well. I opened the door for them..."

"I found a good seedling for them..."

"If you don't learn, nothing will happen, but once you learn... the stronger the sword, the stronger the demon, and you can't kill it all..."

"It's my fault."

"This sword technique should indeed be banned, and it should be buried with me in this sword tomb, turning into dry bones and dust."

"I..."

When Patriarch Dugu said this, he coughed violently, his face twisted, and his facial features turned into nothingness, like a faceless man.

But his face, which had no facial features but only human skin, showed a clear smile:

"I taught well!"

"The seeds have been planted..."

"He has started to learn, I can feel that he has started to cut..."

"Cut it, cut it quickly, cut the self, cut the human nature, cut all the love, cause and effect, cut it all..."

"Old Ancestor Dugu" laughed in a low voice, the voice was weird, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, just like a ghost under the Netherworld, echoing in the sword tomb.

...

The disciple was in the middle.

Mo Hua frowned.

He felt that Old Ancestor Dugu must have really had some problems.

But he couldn't tell what the problem was.

His cultivation level was still a mountain away from the Golden Core, not to mention the Dongxu above the Yuhua.

The key point was that he didn't know what he could do. If he intervened rashly, it would probably be superfluous and make the situation worse.

Mo Hua pondered for a long time, but still felt that he could only wait and see.

He still has self-knowledge.

If the Dugu Patriarch can't solve his own problems, he will definitely have no chance.

He should follow the Patriarch's instructions and practice swordsmanship well.

But practicing swordsmanship...

Mo Hua remembered what the Patriarch had told him just now:

"From now on, you don't have to believe everything I teach you, think about everything yourself, and keep your heart..."

Don't believe everything, think about it yourself, keep your heart...

Mo Hua reflected on it and immediately realized that the Patriarch was probably reminding him implicitly that some methods should be practiced with caution.

Especially that one, I wonder if it was the "Supreme Emotional Severing Dao" passed down to him by the Patriarch.

"Fortunately, I was cautious and kept an eye..."

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief silently.

And now that he thought about it, his practice method did not violate the Patriarch's words "Don't believe everything, think about it yourself, and keep your heart."

It should be fine...

Mo Hua thought about it for a while, but the things in the Void level were like the mist on the top of the mountain, hazy and unclear.

Mo Hua sighed and could only give up for the time being.

After that, Mo Hua continued to practice Taoism and swordsmanship as usual according to his own plan, practicing "Sword of Slaying Gods" and "Slaying Love" together.

On weekdays, he, a junior fellow apprentice who is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, will also take the Taoist cultivation courses of Taixu Sect in the later stage of Foundation Establishment together with his junior fellow apprentices who are in the later stage of Foundation Establishment.

When he has time, he goes to see Yu'er.

Since Yu'er was frightened at Gu's house last time and had a nightmare, she is not in good spirits.

In Yu'er's room.

Mo Hua placed some Shinto formations beside Yu'er's bed, and lit another stick of calming incense he had obtained from Mr. Mei.

The quiet fragrance permeates the room.

"You are frightened and your mind is unstable. Stop learning formations these days. Rest more and make up for the missed lessons after a while." Mo Hua said warmly.

Yu'er nodded obediently, "Okay, Brother Mo."

Mo Hua smiled and turned to leave, but Yu'er suddenly grabbed his collar, "Brother Mo..."

Mo Hua turned around and said with a gentle expression: "What? Are you still having nightmares?"

Yu'er shook her head gently, but she was still a little scared when she saw his expression.

Mo Hua then touched his head and said, "It's okay. I'll stay with you for a while. You can sleep peacefully."

"Yeah." Yu'er nodded slightly.

Then Yu'er closed her eyes.

He has a small face and handsome appearance. He looks like a docile and cute little sheep when he closes his eyes.

But not long after, Yu'er opened her eyes again, her clear eyes filled with uneasiness like a deer.

Mo Hua was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu'er whispered: "Brother Mo, will something happen to you?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, "What's the matter?"

Yu'er said: "Just...will we be in danger?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, but still said: "Everyone will encounter dangers in this life. I have also encountered many dangers, but they have all been saved. So you don't need to pay too much attention to this kind of thing."

"Yeah." Yu'er nodded.

Mo Hua glanced at Yu'er and asked softly: "Yu'er, are you worried about something?"

Yu'er's face turned pale and she bit her lips tightly. After a moment, she slowly said:

"Brother Mo, am I... a divine fetus?"

Mo Hua's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a slight chill in his heart, but his voice was as gentle as possible:

"Who told you this?"

Yu'er shook her head, "No one told me, it was... I heard it in my dream..."

"Dream?"

"Well," Yu'er said, "that day at Gu's house, Uncle Gu suddenly became very scary. His eyes were black and red. He looked at me and gave me nightmares."

"Brother Mo, I got much better after you came...but later on, I still had some nightmares intermittently."

"In the dream, there seemed to be many mountains with many monsters and bloody..."

"It seems that someone is still talking..."

"What did they say? What was about to wake up, what was a rabbit, what was crying, what was a mountain, a river, a person..."

"It also said that many people will die...the blood will flow into the river, the bones will be paved into tall buildings, the human flesh will be built into a city, and they will all be connected..."

"They also said that they did all these things because of me..."

"Because I want to kill everyone, everyone will die..."

Yu'er's face became paler and paler, and her body was trembling. She seemed to be in deep self-blame and fear, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Mo Hua felt a little distressed, so he smiled, touched Yu'er's head and said:

"This is just a dream, and dreams are always the opposite. Everyone will live well, don't worry."

Yu'er nodded with tears in her eyes.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said, "Yu'er, do you know that demons are evil?"

Yu'er shook her head and nodded again, "Is that what I had in my dream?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and said, "Demons are evil and are best at bewitching people's hearts. They will take advantage of you when you are scared, worried, frightened, and unstable to lie and deceive you."

"The words of the demon are all lies."

"The more afraid you are of them, the more they will bully you. If you are strong in your heart, they will not dare to lie to you."

"And..." Mo Hua raised his delicate brows, "All the demons and evil spirits in this world are just chickens and dogs in front of your brother Mo. I can kill them all with just one sword."

"Next time they lie to you, just tell me and I will kill them all!"

Mo Hua's voice revealed gentle killing intent.

Yu'er's eyes gradually brightened, and she felt more at ease. She smiled at Mo Hua and nodded.

"Okay, have a good sleep, your energy will be better, and there will be no more evil thoughts." Mo Hua said.

Yu'er nodded obediently, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Mo Hua stayed by the side until Yu'er fell into a deep sleep, and then he left with peace of mind.

After Mo Hua left, Yu'er was still sleeping peacefully.

But within a moment, Yu'er, who was sleeping, slowly frowned again.

In his ears, an evil and ferocious voice sounded:

"He's lying to you..."

"How many evil spirits can he kill with just one foundation?"

"There are endless demons. Sooner or later, he will be completely devoured by demons... his blood will be sucked dry, his flesh will be eaten, and even his bones will be eaten away..."

"And all this is your fault."

"He wants to save you, but he doesn't know..."

That terrifying voice seemed to ring in her ears and penetrated into Yu'er's mind, "...You are the biggest monster."

Yu'er in the dream looked horrified, "I'm not..."

"Who are you!"

That evil voice seemed to penetrate into his heart, "You shouldn't be alive. As long as you live, your mother, your uncle Gu, and your brother Mo will all die..."

"The more you tell them, the faster they will die."

"They will die in your hands..."

Yu'er curled up, her tears soaking the quilt, and whispered:

"I don't want my mother to die, I don't want my brother Mo to die, I..."

...

Disciple in the middle.

Mo Hua thought about Yu'er, his eyes were solemn, and he couldn't help muttering:

"Strange..."

"There is no evil breath, no evil karma, no evil god parasitism... Why does Yu'er still have nightmares? Even hear whispers?"

"Could it be... the evil god is about to wake up?"

"Also, what does Yu'er mean by those things?"

"What is the rabbit crying? What is a mountain, a river, and a person?"

"The blood will flow into the river, the bones will be paved into high-rise buildings, and the human flesh will be built into cities..."

"Are these some kind of omens?"

Mo Hua felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

He only knew the outline of the evil god's plan, but he knew very little about what this plot was...

Now it seems that the entire plan of the evil god's revival may be bloodier, more cruel, and more grand than he expected.

So that... everyone will die?

After that, Mo Hua wanted to find some more clues, but he had no place to start.

The blood oath list was erased by him, and all the foundation-building sinners under the evil god were also wiped out by him from the level of "soul".

Now only "Young Master" remains.

But Young Master hides behind the scenes and does not show his tracks.

He cannot check the Jindan Demon Cultivator.

There are no effective clues in other places...

After all the calculations, Mo Hua still can't do anything. He can only calm down, practice with peace of mind, and continue to practice sword...

After more than a month, Gu Changhuai's injuries have improved a lot.

He is a Jindan, with a relatively strong foundation. The Gu family is also a big family, with no shortage of elixirs and spiritual materials. After more than a month of careful care, his injuries have been mostly healed.

However, his consciousness is still damaged, and he occasionally feels drowsy and tingling. There are also residual pains in the meridians, so he can't do it with all his strength.

Normally, he should rest at home in this situation.

But Gu Changhuai was stubborn and a "workaholic". As soon as he could move, he immediately went to work at the Daoting Division.

Mo Hua was a little worried.

Last time, Uncle Gu was lucky.

But what about the next time?

If there is a next time, he might really lose his life...

How could a Daoting Division Dianshi who was in the open and injured defend against a dozen Jindan demon cultivators in the dark...

But there was no point in worrying.

After that, time was still passing by little by little.

Mo Hua's realm was still stuck, and he was still practicing the Divine Mind Sword.

The evil god's plan should still be advancing in secret.

The Daoting Division was still destroying the Demon Sect, Uncle Gu was still shrouded in blood and rain, and Yu'er was not as happy as before...

Mo Hua only felt that the situation was getting out of his control little by little, and he was somewhat powerless.

Until this day, Cheng Mo gave him a token.