The golden light was sharp and invincible, and it pierced the river god's chest directly.

Just like the sword that the swordsman thrust out hundreds of years ago.

But the sword cultivated by the swordsman is silver.

The sword drawn in ink is golden.

The divine mind is powerful and fused with the light golden marrow, making it a true "god" sword.

The river god's chest was broken open by the light golden sword light.

The sword energy transformed from divine thoughts strangled the bloody evil thoughts in his chest to pieces.

Huge blood mist suddenly spurted out in all directions.

The evil thoughts of the River God also continued to escape to the surroundings, and its entire divine body, like a deflated ball, gradually shriveled up and finally returned to its original shape.

The fishermen who were sucked by the river god's fish tentacles also escaped from the clutches one after another.

There was still panic in their eyes, and they looked at the monster-like river god in the middle.

This is...the River God?!

The fishing cultivators who had just woken up from their nightmares were frightened and looked uncertain.

Then they saw an even more incredible scene...

A young monk with a pale golden light wrapped around his body and holding a golden sword in his hand dragged the River God to a platform, then held the River God's head with his left hand, raised the sword with his right hand, and drew a dazzling golden light. The River God

His head was chopped off neatly.

This shocking scene shocked the hearts of all the fishermen, leaving them horrified and unable to calm down for a long time.

The river god was turned into a sword by the ink-painting spirit and his head was cut off.

The entire river temple lost its owner, shook violently in an instant, and began to collapse.

The nightmare also began to collapse faster.

The figures of the fishing cultivators gradually disappeared.

They were forcibly expelled from the nightmare.

Including Yu Dahe's two children, as well as Gu An, Gu Quan and others, they also gradually woke up from the nightmare...

The river god was killed by the sword transformed from his spiritual thoughts, and his body and head were missing, gradually turning into a pool of thick blood.

This pool of blood is made up of evil thoughts.

But there is no light golden essence.

Mo Hua frowned, but time was limited, so he took a deep breath first and swallowed all the evil thoughts of the River God into his stomach.

But it's too late to refine it yet.

Mo Hua estimated that there was still some time, so he returned to the main hall and came to the altar.

The altar has been destroyed.

The statue of the river god fell over, the altar table overturned, the glass vat was broken, and the evil sacrifices were scattered all over the floor. As the dream collapsed, it gradually distorted and turned into wisps of evil energy.

Mo Hua rummaged through the entire altar, but found nothing of value.

There is no divine essence.

There is nothing that can be "eaten".

The faint evil spirit that remained was not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth, and Mo Hua looked down on him at all.

"Why is this altar so poor?"

Mo Hua sighed, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small blood-stained fish swimming out of the statue.

A fish that slipped through the net?

Mo Hua immediately wanted to reach out and crush the little fish to death.

At the critical moment of life and death, Xiaoyu swung his body with all his strength, throwing out all the dirty blood all over his body, revealing his silver-white body.

Little whitebait?

Mo Hua was startled, with a slightly surprised look on his face, but when he saw that this little silver fish had no aura of blood or contamination from evil spirits, he had kind thoughts and spared its life.

The shivering little whitebait nodded repeatedly towards the ink painting, as if thanking him, and then turned into a ray of silver light and swam away to no one knows where.

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