Chapter 900 Dream Omen

The marrow is really a good thing!
Mo Hua thought about it in his mind.
From the information obtained from Sister Xia, it can be known that there is a high probability that there is a divine skeleton hidden in the bodies of the dozen or so leaders of the Jindan Demon Cultivator of the Demon Sect.
The body of the divine skeleton is the evil god's 'blessing' to the golden elixir demon cultivator.
At the same time, they are treating these golden elixir demon cultivators as 'puppets'.
For Mo Hua, these golden elixir demon cultivators are also 'storage bags' that store the essence.
As long as these golden elixir demon cultivators are killed, there will be a way to obtain the divine marrow.
but……
Mo Hua couldn't tell for a while. Is it easier to kill the golden elixir demon cultivator and earn the divine marrow...or is it easier to kill the evil fetus and refine the divine marrow?
Whether it is killing the golden elixir or killing the evil fetus, it seems that it is not an easy task.
Even in comparison, killing the evil fetus may be more 'pragmatic' - at least he is now on the road to 'killing the evil fetus' step by step.
And the Demonic Cultivator of Killing Golden Pill... is not only dangerous, but also has many variables.
Uncle Gu, who was in the Jindan realm, almost lost his life, let alone his own small foundation.
There is no room for him to intervene in the killing situation between the Jindan state at the border of the third level state.
It is almost wishful thinking to want to refine the divine marrow through the Golden Killing Pill.
Mo Hua frowned.
But this matter cannot be left alone.
Because there is still Uncle Gu.
Uncle Gu has been 'hanging around' with him for too long. He has intervened in many things and has too much karma on his body. Only then will he be targeted by the forces of the evil god, and will he become a demon cultivator in the golden elixir realm who would rather self-destruct the golden elixir. , and will die with him...
Although Uncle Gu himself said that he was the Diansi of the Daoting Department, and it was his duty to arrest the evil cultivators.
But really speaking, there must be some reasons for this.
If he hadn't been a 'troublemaker' like himself, Uncle Gu wouldn't have been so deeply involved in the evil god's scheme.
Previously, at the border of the second-level state, it was okay to arrest the criminal cultivator who was at the peak of the second-level state.
Now he, a Dian Si in the early stage of the Golden Core, was fighting openly and secretly with the bloodthirsty demon sect of more than a dozen Golden Core demon cultivators at the border of the third-level state.
The wind comes in and the blood goes out, and one day if you don't pay attention, your life may be lost.
Mo Hua sighed.
Although Uncle Gu was cold, he was a good man. It was a pity that he died.
'Then is there any way to help Daotingsi hunt down the golden elixir demon cultivator, protect Uncle Gu's safety, and earn some divine marrow at the same time?'
Of course, the essence comes second.
I am 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 like a copper wall and an iron wall among the cultivators.
There are many things that if you don't cultivate enough, you just can't do them, no matter what you do.
Not to mention, compared to the golden elixir in the middle stage of foundation building, there is really a huge gap.
Mo Hua shook his head.
This matter can only be put aside for the time being, and he can only silently wish Uncle Gu that he can turn danger into good fortune in the future...
He was really helpless.
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After that, I practiced Mo Hua for another two days, and then I reached the seven-day period.
He was going to the back mountain again to learn the sword from his ancestor.
But this time, when Mo Hua burned incense and took a bath, he was ready and sat in the disciple's room, waiting for the ancestor to 'open the door' and take him over.
The void in front of him was calm and motionless for a long time.
'What's going on?' Mo Hua was a little surprised.
Did the ancestor forget the time?
Impossible...
'Or, what happened to the ancestor?'
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 swordsmanship again tonight.
The void finally began to flicker.
A dark and profound space crack appeared, and a big skinny hand stretched out and grabbed Mo Hua's collar.
During the scene change, Mo Hua came to the sword tomb again.
Mo Hua took a closer look and saw that the back mountain was still the same back mountain and the sword tomb was still the same sword tomb.
The Dugu ancestor sitting in the sword tomb seemed to be the same as usual, nothing unusual.
'Practice your sword.'
Ancestor Dugu's voice was as low and hoarse as ever, as pale as a dry stone in the night.
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment and asked, 'Ancestor, what sword moves should I practice?'
He has now learned the God-Slaying Sword.
'Start from the beginning and practice everything I taught you again.'
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, 'Restart training?'
Ancestor Dugu nodded, 'It's a good thing to use formations instead of swords and find a new way. But don't forget the basics of swordsmanship. To a certain extent, the true art of transforming spiritual thoughts into swords is a sword art after all. If you practice swordsmanship too much, you won't be able to do it. harm.'
Mo Hua thought it made sense and nodded.
Although his 'cheating' way of transforming his spiritual thoughts into swords is very suitable for the 'way' he wants to follow, he still needs to master the original way of swordsmanship even if he is not proficient in it.
Insight into worldly affairs is all knowledge.
The same is true for cultivating Taoism. There are profound methods for formations and swordsmanship.
It is best to work tirelessly, not be afraid of trivial matters, start from the basics, and learn more.
However, the ancestor's attitude always made Mo Hua feel a little inconsistent.
It seems that the ancestor... is worried about something?
Mo Hua couldn't ask further questions, so he could only bury his head and continue practicing his sword.
In this way, he seemed to be back to his original state, still down-to-earth, starting from the sword moves and starting to practice the sword step by step.
Moreover, he was practicing physical swordsmanship moves.
Of course, he could only practice his moves, which were not very powerful and were only used to strengthen his body.
After practicing for more than an hour, the time came and Mo Hua was leaving.
Ancestor Dugu was silent for a moment, then he suddenly tapped his forehead with his hand, borrowed a wisp of sword power, and drew a circle on the ground.
On this circle, the sword's intention was unfathomable, wrapping both Mo Hua and himself within the circle.
Ancestor Dugu then opened his mouth and asked:
'Mo Hua...'
He paused for a moment, then slowly asked, his voice cold: 'What did I teach you last time you came here?'
Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then his pupils narrowed and he considered:
'Ancestor, you taught me the method of slaying one's own soul, slaying the ego, realizing the origin, transforming the way of swordsmanship, and attaining the great truth.'
When Patriarch Dugu heard this, he remained silent for a long time.
Mo Hua hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed the words 'Tai Shang Zhan Qing' and asked:
'Ancestor, is there something wrong?'
Patriarch Dugu did not answer, but looked solemn, even a bit scary, and said:
'Mo Hua, you have to remember that from now on, you don't have to believe anything I teach you. Think about everything yourself and keep your heart...'
Mo Hua frowned, 'Ancestor...'
Before he could ask anything, the solemnity on Patriarch Dugu's face disappeared in an instant, and his expression became indifferent again, as if nothing external in the world bothered him.
No sorrow, no joy, no attachment and no thoughts.
Mo Hua silently stopped talking.
Ancestor Dugu broke the 'sword circle' he had just drawn with a swipe of his finger, and raised his indifferent eyes to look 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 killing one's own soul.'
Ancestor Dugu nodded, 'Very good, study hard.'
Mo Hua said nothing more and bowed respectfully:
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'Then ancestor, I'll take my leave first.'
Ancestor Dugu glanced at Mo Hua with an indifferent gaze, revealing a hint of weird 'appreciation', then broke through the void and sent Mo Hua away.
In the sword tomb, the Dugu Patriarch is still alone.
His figure became more and more lonely, even looking a little rickety.
The cold moonlight made it even more desolate.
And his expression also fell into contradictions. One moment it was cold, the other moment it was confused, the next moment it was frowning, and the next moment it was like a blank sheet of paper with no emotion at all.
Under the mixture of these emotions, Patriarch Dugu said bitterly:
'I shouldn't have taught him...I shouldn't have taught him anything from the beginning...'
'Junior brother is right, I... did something wrong again.'
'You can't learn how to turn your spiritual thoughts into swords...'
'You can't touch those things at all. They were all sealed properly. It was me who 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 devil, and you can't kill them all...'
'It was my fault.'
'This sword art should indeed be banned. It should be buried with me in this sword tomb, turning into withered bones and dust.'
'I……'
When Patriarch Dugu said this, he coughed violently, his face distorted, and his facial features turned into nothingness, like a faceless man.
But his face clearly had no facial features, only human skin, but he showed a clear smile:
'I taught you well!'
'The seeds have been planted...'
'He has started to learn. I can feel that he has started to chop...'
'Behead it, behead it quickly, behead yourself, behead humanity, behead all love, cause and effect...'
'Ancestor Dugu' laughed in a low voice, his voice was strange, male and female could not be distinguished, like a ghost under the Nine Netherworld, echoing among the sword tombs.
…
The disciple is in the middle.
Mo Hua frowned.
He felt that something was really wrong with Patriarch Dugu.
But what exactly went wrong, he couldn't tell.
With his cultivation level, there is a big mountain separated from Jin Dan Shang, let alone the cave above Yuhua.
The key is that he doesn't know what he can do. If he intervenes rashly, he may add unnecessary trouble and make the situation worse.
Mo Hua pondered for a long time, but still felt that for now, he could only wait and see.
He is still self-aware.
If the Ancestor Dugu cannot solve the matter, he will definitely be out of luck.
I'd better follow my ancestor's instructions and practice my sword well.
But when it comes to practicing swordsmanship...
Mo Hua remembered what his ancestor told him just now:
'From now on, you don't have to believe anything I teach you. Think about everything yourself and keep your heart...'
There is no need to believe everything, think for yourself and keep your heart...
Mo Hua reflected for a moment and immediately realized that the ancestor was probably reminding him in a subtle way that some methods should be practiced with caution.
Especially that door, I wonder if it is the 'Tao of Taishang's Love' passed down to him by his ancestor.
'Fortunately, I was cautious and kept an eye out...'
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief silently.
And now that I think about it, my practice does not violate the words of my ancestor: 'You don't have to believe everything, think for yourself, and keep your heart.'
It should be fine...
Mo Hua thought about it for a while, but the things on the void level of the cave were like the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, so hazy that it was difficult to see the reality clearly.
Mo Hua sighed and had no choice but to give up.
From then on, Mo Hua continued as usual, practicing Taoism and sword practice according to his own plan, practicing the 'Sword of God-Slaying' and the 'Tao of Love-Slaying' 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, so 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 suddenly shrank, 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?'
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'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 the 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 in the first place. 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 die.'
'They will die in your hands...'
Yu'er curled up, her tears soaking the quilt, and murmured in a low voice:
'I don't want my mother to die, I don't want Brother Mo to die, I...'
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The disciple is in the middle.
Mo Hua was thinking about Yu'er, his eyes were solemn, and he couldn't help but mutter:
'It's strange...'
'There is no evil aura, no evil karma, no evil gods parasitizing... Why does Yu'er still have nightmares? Can she even hear gibbering?'
'Could it be that...the evil god is about to wake up?'
'Also, what do you mean by what Yu'er said?'
'What rabbit is crying? What is a mountain, a river, and a person?'
'Blood will flow into rivers, bones will be paved into tall buildings, and human flesh will be built into cities...'
'Could these be some kind of omen?'
Mo Hua felt an inexplicable sense of urgency in his heart.
In his mind, he only roughly knew the outline of the evil god's plan, but he still knew very little about what this plan was...
Now it seems that the entire plan of the evil god's resurrection may be more bloody, cruel and grand in scale than he expected.
So that... everyone will die?
After that, Mo Hua wanted to check for some more clues, but there was nowhere to start.
He wiped out the list of blood-sucking people, and he also wiped out all the foundation-building sin cultivators under the Evil God from the 'soul' level.
Now the only thing left is 'Young Master'.
But the young master hid behind the scenes and did not reveal his true nature.
He couldn't check the Golden Elixir Demonic Cultivator.
Elsewhere, there are no effective clues...
After much calculation, Mo Hua still couldn't do anything. He could only calm down, practice with peace of mind, and continue to practice swordsmanship...
After more than a month of this, Gu Changhuai's injuries improved a lot.
He is a golden elixir, and has a relatively strong foundation. The Gu family is also considered a big family, and there is no shortage of elixirs and spiritual materials. After raising him with such care for more than a month, his injuries have been mostly healed.
However, his consciousness was still lacking, and he would occasionally feel dizzy and tingling, and there was residual pain in his meridians, so he could not use all his strength.
Normally, in his situation, he would have to recuperate at home.
But Gu Changhuai had a stubborn temper and was a 'workaholic'. As soon as he could move, he immediately went to work in the Daoting Division.
Mo Hua was a little worried.
Last time, Uncle Gu was lucky.
But what about next time?
The next time, he might really be dead...
How could a Daoting Si Diansi, who was in the open and injured, be able to guard against a dozen golden elixir demon cultivators in the dark...
But there's no point worrying.
After that, time continued to pass little by little.
The state of Mo Hua is still stuck, and the spiritual thought of transforming into a sword is still being practiced.
The evil god's plan should still be advancing secretly.
Daotingsi is still annihilating the Demon Sect, Uncle Gu is still shrouded in the bloody storm, and Yu'er is not as happy as before...
Mo Hua only felt that the situation was getting a little bit out of his control, but he was somewhat powerless.
Until this day, Cheng Mo gave him a token.
(End of chapter)

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