Outside the Blood Refining Dojo, in front of the River Temple.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

His spiritual power and consciousness have been exhausted, but the foundation of his consciousness is too deep, so he has slowed down in this moment.

On the contrary, spiritual power recovers more slowly.

Mo Hua took a few pills to recuperate his spiritual power, and then sat in meditation to recuperate his spiritual consciousness.

There is still a bit of stinging pain left in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the damage caused to the sea of ​​consciousness by forcefully deducing and dividing multiple deceitful thoughts just now.

The divine consciousness differentiated into three treacherous thoughts, and the fourth layer of divine consciousness formed an array, speeding up several times.

But at the same time, the consumption of spiritual consciousness also increased several times, and in just a blink of an eye, all his spiritual consciousness was consumed.

It is obvious that he is only in the early stage of foundation building and has sixteen textures to transform his consciousness, which is much better than monks of the same realm.

But the ink painting still gives rise to a feeling that "spiritual consciousness is far from enough".

Mo Hua sighed.

If his spiritual consciousness is strong enough, it is really possible for him to use formations as spells, transform hundreds of them into thousands with one thought, combine multiple deceptions, and instantly form a killing formation.

In times of crisis, it is enough to turn the tide.

It just costs a lot of spiritual ink and spiritual stones, which is a bit "burning money".

And it seems that the qualitative change of spiritual thoughts is also useful for "differentiation of strange thoughts".

The differentiation of treacherous thoughts is equivalent to forcibly dividing the consciousness and carrying out various scheming calculations, which places a huge load on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Originally, I could only come up with a strange thought.

Just now he tried his best to separate an extra line.

In the end, if it hadn't been for the recent devouring of the "divine marrow", the spiritual consciousness would have further qualitatively changed, and its foundation would be solid, and it would not be able to branch out into another treacherous thought beyond the limit.

There are three levels of deception in total.

My own tricks are twice as powerful as before.

I just don’t know if Master’s “Heavenly Mystery Calculation” method measures one’s level by the number of different thoughts divided by one’s spiritual consciousness.

"My uncle never told me..."

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, and then he couldn't help but think about it again.

I can separate three treacherous thoughts, but what about my uncle? If I attack with all my strength, how many treacherous thoughts can I separate?

When his uncle planted a demon in his mind and appeared in his sea of ​​​​consciousness to solve the riddle of the Heavenly Formation for him, the scene of thousands of strange shadows appeared in Mo Hua's mind again.

Thousands of mysterious shadows...

Mo Hua was shocked.

Looking at it this way, Uncle Shi is too strong!

The three treacherous thoughts of my own were simply insignificant compared to the dense "honeycomb" of treacherous shadows of my uncle.

"As expected of Master!"

Mo Hua nodded in his mind.

But then he had another doubt.

Only after he had eaten the marrow of his soul and his consciousness changed qualitatively, could he endure the pain of being distracted by trick calculations, withstand the load of the ocean of consciousness, and manage to separate three trick thoughts.

Then what method did Master Uncle use to sort out so many dense and countless evil thoughts?

Could it be that the uncle's spiritual consciousness also underwent some kind of "qualitative change" or some kind of "transformation"?

Or is it that there is a more profound method of "devious ways and distractions" in scheming, and the master didn't teach him?

No, that's not right...

His uncle had no intention of teaching him, so how could he blame him?

The only thing to blame is that I was not smart enough and failed to learn the essence of trickery from my uncle.

Mo Hua sighed.

My life also has an end, but the "Tao" also has no end.

It seems that I have to work harder.

Mo Hua gathered his mood and prepared to continue meditating and regain his consciousness, but in the end he couldn't help but another thought emerged.

"The differentiation of spiritual thoughts..."

Mo Hua frowned.

He remembered Huangshan Jun said that powerful gods can divide into thousands.

The same is true for the Evil God. The Divine Skeleton of the Great Wilderness Evil God, that is, the golden evil eye, once said, "The Great Wilderness is endless, with thousands of Divine Skeletons." This means that the Lord of the Great Wilderness has already divided countless "Godly Skeletons"...

Gods can be differentiated.

The deception can also be differentiated...

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

Then this method of scheming and differentiation of treacherous thoughts is not a method of divine thoughts created by simulating the way of differentiation of gods...

The god's spiritual consciousness divides the divine body, and the monk's spiritual consciousness divides the evil thoughts.

So this weird idea can also be regarded as a kind of "divine corpse"?

By dividing your own thoughts, you are actually dividing your "spiritual body"?

Mo Hua was startled by his own thoughts.

He thought about it carefully and found that dividing "treacherous thoughts" and dividing "divine bones" should be different. After all, one is a monk's method and the other is a god's talent.

But in essence, the more I think about ink painting, the more I feel like it.

There's just no way to verify it.

He couldn't run up to his uncle or the Great Wild Evil God and ask them about the similarities and differences between ghost thoughts and divine corpses.

I'm just afraid that one of them will kill me immediately and turn me into a "little puppet".

The other one will eat him immediately and turn himself into a "little god servant".

Mo Hua couldn't help but shudder and shook his head.

Forget it, let’s talk about it later when we have a chance.

Mo Hua hid this idea in his heart, thinking that he would think about it slowly later, or ask his old friend Huangshan Jun when he had time.

But now, by chance, Mo Hua relied on himself and found some ways to advance his spiritual thoughts.

That is, the more divine marrow you eat, the deeper your divine consciousness becomes, the more deceitful thoughts you can differentiate, and the stronger your divine calculations become.

The more abundant the spiritual consciousness is, the deeper the foundation to support the calculation is.

Whether it’s calculations, formations, or spells, the speed will be faster.

There is no magic in the world that can only be broken if it is fast.

The same seems to be true for formations and other methods.

As long as you are fast enough, you can preemptively strike and seize the opportunity.

If you are extremely fast, you can use all kinds of techniques to attack without giving the enemy any chance to breathe, and it is always your turn!

"Divine Essence..."

Mo Hua raised his head, glanced at the Heshen Temple in front of him, and licked his lips habitually.

After that, he calmed down, pretended that nothing had happened, meditated peacefully, and restored his condition to its best.

Everyone else is also meditating, adjusting their breath, and taking medicine to heal their injuries.

This breakout from the demon dojo was extremely dangerous, but fortunately, although everyone was slightly injured, they were all safe and sound.

The two men in black who were used as "sacrifice" were covered in bruises, but this kind of human trafficker did a lot of evil, and there was no telling how much blood was on their hands. As long as they breathed, no one cared about them.

After everyone had rested and Mo Hua's consciousness and spiritual power had almost recovered, everyone set off and walked towards the Heshen Temple.

Before arriving at the temple, Mo Hua was startled and his expression changed slightly.

"Sword Intent?"

He looked around and saw mottled sword marks in front of the River Temple, as if there were sword cultivators fighting here with all their strength.

The ground is crisscrossed with sword marks, and some of the stone pillars in front of the temple also have traces of being cut off by the sword energy.

Even though hundreds of years have passed, the sword's will still remains.

It can be seen that if you practice swordsmanship, your swordsmanship will definitely be outstanding.

And to be able to kill the evil god's temple alone with one sword, his divine will is definitely very powerful.
To be continued...