Its voice is like the frost covering the harsh winter:

"You... know?"

"How do you know?"

Hanging fish heads and selling mutton...

The river god's fish eyes instantly turned scarlet red, "You are so courageous, little human being!"

Mo Hua stopped talking, jumped up and punched out.

Everyone in Master She is numb.

The River God sneered, and slowly stretched out his huge demon claws, wrapped in blood, and grabbed Mo Hua.

The white and tender fist struck the huge demon claw.

With a roar, the fluctuations of spiritual thoughts spread to all directions.

The river god's smile suddenly solidified.

Its huge demonic claw was directly blasted through by Mo Hua's fist, and the shadow of the spiritual thoughts above the demonic claw dimmed a bit.

After punching through the demon's claws, Mo Hua followed up with another punch, heading straight for the river god's fish-headed door.

The River God's eyes trembled with fear, and he no longer dared to lift himself up. He quickly stood up and retreated.

Mo Hua threw his fist in the air, a light blue light flashed from his body, he used Water Step, and continued to attack the River God.

The River God dodged twice, but due to his huge body, he could not avoid it, so he was punched in the abdomen by Mo Hua.

The small punch contained so much power that the whole body of the River God trembled.

The river god was furious, "Okay, you ignorant boy, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine. Don't blame me for being rude today!"

A burst of blood mist surged up, spread for a moment, and then suddenly rolled back and condensed around the river god.

The body of the River God has not grown in size, but has shrunk. He is only one head taller than a normal adult monk, but his body shape has become more condensed.

It seems that the statue-like appearance of Shicai was made by him to distract his spiritual thoughts and deliberately become taller to intimidate the believers.

As the spiritual thoughts spread, the power will also spread.

It looks like this now, with the spiritual thoughts condensed in the body, which is its true posture.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and his fighting spirit became stronger.

Ever since his spiritual consciousness changed and he swallowed the divine marrow, he has yet to lose a single battle over his spiritual consciousness.

Ordinary monsters are no match for him.

He really wants to know how strong the "physical" power of his spiritual thoughts is, and whether he can compete head-on with the real "god" and have a showdown.

Mo Hua didn't hesitate, he ducked, rushed forward, raised his fist, and punched the river god in the face.

The river god made an accident and was punched in the face by Mo Hua. The fish's gills were deformed and his body involuntarily took a few steps back.

After standing still, the River God's eyes turned completely red.

Its ferocious nature was completely aroused, and its robes embroidered with cloud and wave patterns actually turned blood red.

"court death!"

The river god roared in a low voice, like a demon, with claws like the wind, killing directly towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was not afraid and started fighting the river god head on.

For a moment, figures intertwined, fists and claws clashed, and the strong power of spiritual thoughts, like the trembling of thunder drums, continued to spread to the surroundings, shaking the temple built in dreams, causing the floor tiles to shatter and the walls to be mottled.

Master She was afraid of being affected, so he had already trembled and hid aside. Watching the Mo Hua fight with the river god, he was shocked in his heart.

"This teenage kid is actually fighting with the 'gods' hand-to-hand with the power of his spiritual thoughts?!"

Master She felt it was extremely ridiculous.

And after dozens of rounds of fighting with Mo Hua, there was still no winner.

The River God couldn't help but look coldly, and a light golden color condensed on the demon's claws. The light golden color also oozed with little bits of blood red.

The fish head of the river god revealed a sneer.

The pale golden demon claws, carrying the fishy wind, suddenly tore towards the ink painting.

Mo Hua sensed something was wrong, so he imitated the River God and fused the pale golden marrow thread into his fist, then punched out and collided head-on with the River God's demonic claws.

More turbulent fluctuations came, two spiritual thoughts strangled, and the masonry on the ground was shattered.

Then, one person and one spirit were equally divided, and each took two steps back.

Mo Hua felt a little pain in his little fist and couldn't help but rub it.

The river god's demonic claws were completely indestructible, but his expression changed and he looked at the ink painting in shock, "You are not a human?!"

Mo Hua was unhappy, "You are not a human being!"

Then he reacted, "Oh yes, you are indeed not a human being."

The river god was slightly stunned, his eyes cold, "You have the marrow of a god, are you a human or a god?"

The ink painting is smiling and silent.

When the river god saw this, he couldn't help but look angry and sneered:

"Don't think that just because you got some magical essence by chance, you dare to despise the gods."

"The gods are the masters of all the spirits in the world, and the ways of the gods are the taboos on the road to immortality. You know nothing about them."

"Forget it," the river god held his right hand emptyly and formed a bone harpoon. There were five barbs on the tip of the harpoon, stained with blood poison.

"No matter where you come from, you will become a sacrifice to me today."

"How can I refuse to accept the divine essence that is delivered to my door?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

The river god raised the bone harpoon high, and on the harpoon, there were blood thorns condensed by rotten evil thoughts. In just an instant, they shot through the air towards Mo Hua.

The water shadow on Mo Hua's body flashed, and he used Water Step to avoid it calmly.

The river god sneered, and on the bone harpoon, blood thorns condensed one after another, extremely scarlet, and pierced the ink painting more densely.

Mo Hua saw that he couldn't escape, so he pointed at a point, and the fireball condensed and drew a line of fire, flying straight towards the River God.

The fireball and the blood thorn collided in the air, turning into a red mist of blood and fire.

The river god looked startled, "Spell?"

Ink painting is no nonsense either.

Since you don't want to play close combat, then use long-range spells.

He is not a physical practitioner, and close combat is not his strong point.

The pupils of the ink painting are deep, the spiritual thoughts are flowing, the fingers are clicking, and fireballs are connected end to end, like crossbow arrows, heading straight towards the river god.

At first, the river god wanted to use the bone harpoon to fight with the blood thorn.

But within a moment, it discovered that there were more and more fireballs, and they were getting faster and faster, which was several times faster than the speed at which its blood thorns condensed.

The dense fireballs were so dense that the bloody thorns couldn't stop them.

In just a few rounds, a fireball hit the river god and exploded into a cloud of fire mist.

Then more and more fireballs hit the River God one after another, and the flames exploded and engulfed the River God's divine body.

After a while, the fire dissipated and the River God was revealed. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.

But its expression was completely ferocious, its beard and gills were spread out, and its fangs were exposed. It no longer had the majesty of a god, and it looked like a river monster.

This kid is so troublesome!

"It seems that these methods cannot defeat you..."

"In this case, I will let you see the true way of the gods, so that you can know what the true gods are!"

Mo Hua's expression was slightly stern, and he felt that the aura of the entire river god was getting stronger and stronger.

At the same time, a mysterious, Taoist aura emerged from the River God.

Mo Hua remembered that Huangshan Jun said that gods are born adhering to the great road and are born to control part of the rules of heaven and earth.

At this time, the surroundings of the River Temple were soaked with water vapor, as if penetrated by the laws of the water system, and all the divine structures began to gradually distort due to the interference of the laws.

A drop of blood dripped from the sky and fell to the floor, splashing with bloody water.

Then the second drop, the third drop... became more and more dense.

It rained blood from the sky.

Mo Hua felt something was wrong.

This blood rain is too weird, and the aura of the laws of heaven and earth around it is too strong, which is not a good thing at first glance.

Mo Hua didn't know what move the big fish-headed river god wanted to use, so he greased the soles of his feet and sneaked away.
To be continued...