Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he looked at the sword marks one after another. His consciousness moved slightly, and he carefully understood the meaning of the sword.

It's a pity that these sword intentions seem to have been corroded by some kind of pollution, and the sword intentions left behind are not pure.

Mo Hua, a half-assed swordsman, can't understand it at all.

Not to mention being able to learn one and a half moves.

The ink painting is a little regretful and a little unwilling.

"How about counting it down?"

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, and then started to learn and sell now, and once again used the secret calculations to increase the calculations.

His eyes were dark, and strange shadows began to form on the incarnation of his spiritual thoughts.

The strange shadow is like the Taoist robe of the ink shadow, draped on the body of the ink painting.

One level, two levels...

Mo Hua wanted to separate into three levels, but when he got to two levels, he found that the sea of ​​​​consciousness started to hurt again. It seemed that the injury just now was not healed yet, so he could only separate into two levels and make do with it.

Blessed by two evil thoughts and calculated by heaven.

The eyes of the ink painting flashed with light, cause and effect suddenly appeared, intertwined ups and downs.

This time the cause and effect is clearer than before.

Strands of pure white causal lines emerged from the sword marks on the ground, and floated towards the river temple.

Mo Hua's heart trembled.

This means that the secret of Sword Intent is hidden in the River Temple?

Mo Hua no longer hesitated and walked straight to the Heshen Temple. Before entering the temple, Mo Hua thought for a moment, turned around and said:

"That old bastard should be in the temple too, so be careful."

Everyone nodded.

In front of the Heshen Temple, there are two gold door pillars painted on a black background. On the pillars are written words such as "Good weather" and "Jiangze safe".

However, there are many sword scratches on the pillars and the writing is unclear.

On the top of the head is a plaque with the three characters "River Temple" written on it.

Mo Hua glanced over it with his spiritual consciousness, frowned slightly, and then stepped into the temple.

When you enter the temple, you will see the main hall.

The main hall is empty, with nothing around it. Only in the center in the distance is an offering table, with a statue of the river god standing above it.

The river god looks like a fish with a human body, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with cloud patterns and sea waves. He has his hands folded and placed on his chest. His mouth is like a basin of blood, his teeth are as white as a bowl. He sits high and has a majestic and terrifying gaze.

Below the statue of the river god, there is a pool of blood.

There was a figure soaked in the thick blood, and it was none other than Master Luxury.

His current appearance is very strange, half demon and half monk.

The blood in the blood pool continued to repair his body.

Everyone looked stern and frowned.

Master She soaked in blood water, heard the movement, opened his eyes, looked shocked when he saw everyone, and said in a hoarse voice:

"How could you come here?"

Master She smiled coldly and slowly walked out of the blood pool.

The injuries on his body, nourished by the blood, were intact as before. At the same time, his body gradually grew taller, his muscles bulged, and he turned into a demon again.

"My injuries have recovered. Next, I want you to..."

Mo Hua waved his hand.

Gu An and others immediately rushed forward, using swords, fists and kicks. In no more than dozens of rounds, they knocked Master She down again, tied him tightly with spirit-binding chains, and pinned him to the ground.

Mo Hua curled his lips.

This old bastard is not a fire Buddha. He has just learned some demonic methods. He is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf...

"I brought the sacrifices, and the two children are also there. Didn't you say that you want to pray to the River God and exchange the sacrifices?"

Mo Hua said condescendingly: "Hurry up and change!"

Yu Dahe also looked nervous.

Master She was pushed to the ground by a few big men from the Gu family, and he retreated into a demon skin. He sneered: "It's too late, there's no way to save him, just wait to die."

Mo Hua said calmly: "Brother An, kill this old bastard."

Gu An hesitated for a moment and looked at Mo Hua inquiringly.

Mo Hua nodded, "Kill him!"

Gu An no longer hesitated, raised the butcher knife, and slashed at Master She's neck. The blade went down halfway, breaking the flesh and blood, and blood flowed out.

Master She then turned pale and exclaimed at the ink painting: "Are you serious?"

Mo Hua ignored him.

Gu An was still exerting force, and the blade struck his neck.

Master She widened his eyes and shouted: "It can be saved! It can be saved! I will open the altar! Those two children can be saved by opening the altar!"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Really! Really!" Master She couldn't help but nod.

Mo Hua gave Gu An a wink, and then Gu An stopped and pulled out the knife, which was bleeding.

Master She covered his neck, feeling secretly resentful.

This little bastard is so damn cruel, he will kill whenever he is told.

"Are you saying bad things about me in your heart?" Mo Hua looked cold.

Master She trembled in fright and shook his head quickly, "No! No!"

"Give him a pill to stop bleeding," Mo Hua said, and then looked at Master She with cold eyes, "I only give you a moment to burn incense, quickly open the altar, and beg your Lord River God to bring those two

Get your child's soul back, or I'll have you chopped into pieces and throw your body away to feed the demons outside..."

Master She hesitated and said: "One stick of incense is not enough time..."

Mo Hua's gaze became dangerous.

Master She smiled bitterly, "It's really not enough. We have to open the altar, offer sacrifices, and ask the gods. There's no time for even one stick of incense..."

"How long will that take?"

"At least..." Master She whispered, "half an hour."

"Okay." Mo Hua nodded, "I'll give you half an hour."

Master She breathed a sigh of relief.

"My storage bag..." Master She looked at the ink painting again. Seeing that the ink painting looked unkind, he quickly explained, "The things for opening the altar for sacrifice are all in the storage bag."

Mo Hua thought for a while and then said to Gu An: "Brother An, give him the storage bag first."

Gu An nodded and temporarily returned Master She's storage bag to him.

However, some of the demonic elixirs, exercises, evil weapons and the like were all confiscated.

Master She took the storage bag and started preaching.

The head of the fish demon, the bloody candle, the human hand bones, the blood-stained yellow cloth...

It's all some weird and weird stuff.

While Master She was placing the offerings on the table, he glanced at the ink paintings with his peripheral vision and cursed in his mind:

Damn, I made a mistake.

I thought this kid was just an arrogant and domineering idiot from a wealthy family who came to gain fame.

But I didn't expect that he was a cruel and ruthless little king of hell.

The wound on my neck hurts fiercely.

The evil in Master She's eyes flashed, and then he endured the pain while continuing to prepare to open the altar.

Mo Hua used this time to start looking at the entire River Temple.

This river temple looks empty and majestic, but also simple.

From the inside of the temple, it looks ordinary. There is no terrifying scene like the blood mist outside. It seems as if the bloody sign just seen is just an illusion.

Moreover, there is no altar.

After looking at the ink paintings for a long time, he couldn't find the real altar that could make him feel "desired".

Just like the unfinished altar in the deepest part of the Bishan Demon Palace.
To be continued...