Mo Hua looked at the river temple in front of him again, his mind slightly moved.

Hundreds of years ago, that senior sword cultivator with slender eyebrows came to the Heshen Temple with one man and one sword, and probably killed many evil spirits in the temple.

He even stabbed the river god in the chest with a sword.

The river god was so afraid that he no longer dared to stay in the temple outside.

Instead, in the dream, he built a "void" river temple for shelter to prevent other monks who could turn his spiritual thoughts into swords from coming and kill it again.

This "dream" temple is almost isolated from the world.

Except for the true believers of the evil god, probably no one knows the entrance, and no one knows how to enter the temple.

This Master She is probably not an ordinary believer.

Otherwise, the real entrance to the temple and the "dream" formation would not be in his hands...

Mo Hua looked around.

Not only himself, Gu An and Gu Quan, but also other Gu family monks, including Yu Dahe, were all pulled into the dream and were still unconscious at this time.

The two men in black are not here.

Because their spiritual consciousness has been sacrificed by Master She to open the door.

Xiao Shuizi and Xiao Shunzi are not here either.

The souls of these two children have probably been in this river temple for a long time, but I don’t know if they were “eaten” by the river god...

Mo Hua sighed.

"If you want to find a way, go to the River Temple and have a look..."

The gate of the River Temple is closed, but there is no lock on the door.

Mo Hua stood in front of the Heshen Temple. He was about to open the door and go in. Suddenly, his expression was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared.

In front of the River Temple, there is a circular open space paved with stone bricks.

Master She's figure gradually emerged.

He looked around with cold eyes, happy expression, and laughed ferociously:

"A bunch of pigs! People and animals! They humiliated me many times along the way, and finally fell into my scheme."

"I am the priest of the river god. In this fishing village, I have the protection of the god. What do you want to fight with me?"

"I have endured humiliation and heavy burdens along the way, and I have been waiting for now."

"I will kill you one by one in my dream. Your consciousness will be destroyed, and your body will rot sooner or later..."

Master She took out a bloody sacrificial knife and wanted to cut the necks of Gu An and others.

Before he could take action, he stopped again and frowned: "No, this is too cheap for you..."

"Just killing you and letting you die unconsciously won't wash away my shame, and it won't be able to vent the hatred in my heart."

Master She thought for a moment and laughed evilly.

"Yes, I will plant blood fish for you and make you a sacrifice to worship my god. After draining your consciousness, I will refine you into half-human and half-demon monsters..."

After Master She finished speaking, his evil eyes revealed his excitement.

He used a sacrificial knife to cut his wrist, and the blood flowed out and condensed into an ugly, bloody strange fish in the air.

Master She grabbed this strange fish and tried to stuff it into Gu An's forehead.

It's just that the lines on Gu An's forehead flashed, as if something was protecting his consciousness. He, the fish, couldn't get in.

"What's going on?"

Master She frowned.

"Why don't evil spirits enter the seeds? Who placed the means to protect the gods on them?"

Master She felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He always felt that something was wrong with the situation.

"Did I...forget something?"

He looked at all the people who were in the dream again, and then his expression changed slightly, "Where is that hateful kid who was stabbed a thousand times?"

"You're looking for me?"

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

Master She panicked, and just as he was about to turn around, he found that the back of his neck was being strangled by a pair of small but hard-as-steel hands.

"This is?!"

Master She opened his eyes wide and tried his best to break free, but found that he could not break free no matter what.

Although that hand is small, the power of his spiritual thoughts is huge.

Master She gritted his teeth and stabbed his arm with the sacrificial dagger, bursting out a cloud of blood mist and shaking open the palm on the back of his neck, and then managed to escape.

After standing still, Master She looked back and saw a playful ink painting on his face.

However, the ink painting was one size smaller than what he had seen before.

It seems like I have grown a few years older.

"Kid..."

Master She had a sarcastic look on his face, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, "No, who are you? Why is your spiritual consciousness so condensed? Why can you still be conscious even when you are in a dream?"

Mo Hua smiled but did not answer.

Master She's expression changed, and finally his eyes sank and he sneered:

"Okay, kid, since you don't say anything, don't blame me for being rude."

Mo Hua was very interested and said in a clear voice:

"You want to fight me?"

"Fight? You think too highly of yourself..." Master She gave a crooked smile, "I, a dignified late-stage foundation-building monk with eighteen lines of divine consciousness, can't deal with you, a mere early-stage foundation-building brat, in the nightmare spun by the God Lord.

Kill as you please, you..."

Mo Hua's body is like thunder, and he can punch him when he rushes forward.

This punch is extremely fast and powerful.

Master She didn't react at all. He felt a heart-wrenching pain in his abdomen, and his eyes almost bulged out from the beating.

He couldn't help but hold his stomach and slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua grabbed the back of his neck and ordered:

"Old bastard, lead the way to meet your master."

Master She's face was distorted, and there was a turmoil in his heart.

This brat...what the hell is going on?!

My consciousness is in the late stage of foundation building! Why can't I even withstand this kid's punch? Is there any fucking law of the Great Dao that I can talk about?

"Who...are you?"

Master She reluctantly hesitated.

Mo Hua's men increased their force, "Are you qualified to ask me questions?"

The back of Master She's neck was almost broken by Mo Hua, and he quickly said: "Little ancestor! Spare your life! I will lead the way!"

Only then did Mo Hua let go.

Master She took a long breath, glanced at the ink painting from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt cold.

Damn, I made a mistake.

This kid is the most troublesome among the Daotingsi Eagle Dogs.

It is obvious that outside, this kid has the lowest cultivation level and the weakest strength, and he looks like an arrogant, domineering and brainless child of a noble family.

But he didn't expect that once he entered the nightmare, his consciousness would be so terrifying.

What the hell is going on?

Master She frowned and couldn't figure it out.

Mo Hua on the other side was already a little impatient, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

Only then did Master She come back to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"

Then he lowered his eyebrows and walked to the Heshen Temple, reaching out to push open the door of the Heshen Temple.

"Wait a minute." Mo Hua suddenly said.

Master She's hands trembled and he didn't dare to move.

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and the others and asked Master She, "How to get these people out?"
To be continued...