There is only one idol.

But this statue looks like an ordinary statue. It does not look like the natal statue of the river god, nor does it look like the preaching statue of the evil god.

The only strange thing is that this statue is actually immersed in a pool of blood.

Mo Hua lowered his head and looked at the blood pool, and found that in the blood pool, the blood was thick, and there were also limbs and dissolved flesh and blood.

Just one look at Mo Hua makes me feel extremely disgusting.

"What is this pool of blood soaked in the idol used for?"

Use flesh and blood to pollute the river god and cause him to degenerate?

Mo Hua is a little confused.

He raised his head again and looked around, scanning the entire River Temple. He had a vague illusion that someone had put a lock here.

The real secrets of the Heshen Temple are locked up and not allowed to be seen.

Mo Hua silently glanced at Master She.

He had an intuition that the key to locking the secrets of the River Temple was probably hidden in Master She.

In addition, there is another problem, which is the transformation of spiritual thoughts into swords.

Hundreds of years ago, the sword cultivator who was proficient in spiritual swordsmanship came here alone. He seemed to have had a battle with the evil god, leaving sword marks all over the ground outside the temple.

And the cause and effect in those sword marks all gathered in the Heshen Temple.

But in this temple, although it is dilapidated and crude, there is no sign of a battle, and there is no remaining sword power from the divine sword technique.

"Where is the cause and effect of spiritual thoughts turning into swords hidden?"

Mo Hua clasped his hands behind his back and pressed against the corner, looking around the river temple, but still couldn't find any clues, so he couldn't help but focus on Master She.

Master She was shocked by the deep and unpredictable gaze of the ink painting.

"Little...young master, is there...something wrong?"

Master She asked with a forced smile.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and suddenly asked:

"Is there a sword in this temple?"

Master She was extremely shocked, but he quickly calmed down. His face showed no expression, and he asked doubtfully: "What sword is the young master talking about...?"

But his subtle mood swings could not be hidden from Mo Hua at all.

"You know."

Master She's pupils trembled.

Without waiting for Master She's answer, Mo Hua's eyes brightened and he thought to himself: "You know this sword..."

"Then you have seen..."

"The sword is in the temple, hidden in a place you know that I have never been to..."

Mo Hua glanced at it and understood instantly.

"Blood pool!"

"In the entire River Temple, there is only one place in the Blood Pool that you have entered but I have not..."

"When we come in, you stay in the pool of blood."

"So there is a sword, in the blood pool!"

The ink paintings are clear and clear-eyed.

Master She felt a chill in his heart.

So wise, almost like a demon.

Why does this kid look like a clever and suspicious old monster...

Mo Hua ordered: "Go to the blood pool and fish out the sword for me."

Master She's lips trembled, and just when he was about to speak, he heard Mo Hua say in a clear but cold voice: "I don't listen to excuses."

Master She's scalp was slightly numb, "I still want to sacrifice to save that..."

"The blood pool is not deep, so we won't waste much time." Mo Hua said.

Seeing that he couldn't deal with it, Master She could only sigh:

"There is indeed a sword of some kind at the bottom of the blood pool, but I don't know how to take it out..."

Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I don't care, you can figure it out yourself."

What else does Master She want to say? Mo Hua's eyes have revealed some sharp edges.

Master She had no choice but to sigh and walk towards the blood pool.

Gu An and Gu Quan were holding knives and staring at him.

In the blood pool, I don’t know what kind of flesh, flesh and limbs were melted, and it was bloody and dirty.

If an ordinary monk goes in, his body may be corroded, his spiritual power may be polluted, and his consciousness may even be degraded.

But Master She has entered the evil path and is not afraid of these things.

Master She secretly cursed Mo Hua a few more times, then walked to the blood pool where the statue was soaked, jumped down, and sank to the bottom of the blood pool.

The blood pool surged and the breath vibrated.

After a while, Master She reluctantly came out of the blood pool and threw a bloody sword on the ground.

Gu Quan took out the silk cloth, wiped away the blood, and handed the sword to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took a closer look and his pupils shrank.

This is a broken sword, with only half of the tip remaining. The sword body has been corroded by blood and has lost its luster, but its material is extraordinary.

Although Mo Hua is not proficient in weapon refining, he does know a little bit about the materials for refining weapons.

The gold and iron used to forge this sword must be at least third grade.

In other words, this is a broken handle...

The golden elixir realm natal magic weapon!

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Chapter completed!