In front of the River Temple.

Mo Hua's small body is facing off against the tall and evil river god, but his momentum is not inferior at all.

The surrounding area is in ruins, with broken walls and dilapidated temples.

Most of the river temples were first submerged by the river god with the magical power of the immeasurable blood river, and then burned to death by the Lihuo Formation manifested by the ink painting's divine thoughts.

Among the ruins, the only ones left were the square where the fishermen worshiped and the main hall behind the river god.

The river god looked at Mo Hua with deep fear.

Mo Hua's eyes were happy and fearless, but he also felt a little troublesome in his heart, especially the "supernatural power" with such a river of blood.

Even for monks who cultivate their spiritual thoughts into swords, unless their sword intent reaches its peak, encountering such a powerful blood river magical power will probably be a disaster.

That senior sword cultivator back then should also have broken through this blood river magical power.

But when I was deducing the cause and effect in the ink painting, I didn't see it.

It should be that during the battle, the fluctuations in the battle of spiritual thoughts were too great, which blurred the cause and effect. When I deduced it, it just flashed by and I couldn't see the specific battle process.

That senior must have obtained the True Sword Transformation Sect from the Taixu Sect, and after years of training in the art of swordsmanship, he had such power of spiritual thought that he could confront the gods head-on.

However, ordinary monks, or even ordinary sword cultivators who turn their spiritual thoughts into swords, have absolutely no chance of survival when encountering such "supernatural powers" at the level of true gods.

"This is... the true power of the gods."

"Talented magical powers..."

Mo Hua was shocked, and then he couldn't help but have an idea:

"...I wonder if I can learn it?"

Supernatural power!

These two words sound very majestic!

If you learn it yourself, wouldn't you really be as powerful as a god?

The ink painting is a bit exciting.

However, he also knows that he is not a real "god". Since this magical power is an innate talent, I am afraid it cannot be learned.

What a pity...

Mo Hua stared at the River God again.

At present, he and this big fish head are evenly matched. It seems that it is not that easy to defeat it.

The river god also had the same idea.

It looked at the ink painting with a bit more solemnity in its expression, and said slowly in a hoarse voice:

"In the past few hundred years, you are the second person that I have found so troublesome."

"The first one is a sword cultivator."

"Hundreds of years ago, he came here alone, with one man and one sword, trying to destroy my orthodoxy. His sword skills are unpredictable and his sword intent is extremely sharp..."

"If I hadn't been more skilled, I would have almost fallen into his hands."

"But no matter how strong his sword intention is, he is still just a 'human' and cannot change the fact that his spiritual consciousness is fragile."

"But you are different..."

The river god's eyes widened slightly, with a hint of amazement.

"...Your spiritual will is very powerful; you have rich experience in spiritual killing; your spiritual means are also endless. You can manifest spells and even such profound formations..."

"It can be said that you are more like a 'god' than a 'human being'."

"But no matter how strong your spiritual sense is, your killing power is far less than that of that sword cultivator back then."

"His spiritual thoughts are too extreme. His spiritual thoughts turn into swords, and his divine thoughts are swords. Therefore, his sword can hurt me, but I can also easily injure him severely."

"And your divine will, which combines offense and defense, is too strong and balanced. Even if I use my magical powers, I can't kill you. But on the other hand, there's nothing you can do but I can't..."

The river god looked indifferent.

Mo Hua licked his lips, "How will you know if you don't try."

Then without saying a word, he suddenly rushed forward and fought with the river god.

If you are close, you will fight with fists and feet, if you are far away, you will use magic to control it. Occasionally, you will manifest a few formations and explode the river god.

The river god dealt with the ink painting, either using a bone harpoon and condensing blood thorns to fight, or using the magical power of the blood river to corrode the ink painting's spiritual thoughts.

But this time, the scale of the magical power was small. It only condensed a bloody river of evil thoughts within a few feet around the body, thereby limiting Mo Hua's attack.

After fighting like this for dozens of rounds, although Mo Hua had a slight upper hand, it was hard to tell the winner. Indeed, as the River God said, there was nothing he could do.

Mo Hua suddenly realized something, his hand was filled with golden light, and he punched out, but the river god blocked it with his blood-colored demonic claws.

Mo Hua took the opportunity to retreat, distanced himself, and said displeasedly:

"Are you stalling for time?"

When the river god saw that Mo Hua understood, he smiled slightly, showing his white fangs.

"You are a human being, and you have a physical body. I only need to drag you into this dream, and wait until your outer physical body rots away, or there is an accident and the physical body dies..."

"No matter how strong your spiritual thoughts are, they will become rootless duckweeds. You will either die or become evil and become evil ghosts..."

"If you die, you will fend for yourself."

"If you become an evil ghost, your vitality will be severely damaged. You are no match for me."

"So, from the moment you enter the dreamland, I will be invincible."

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a moment, then said frankly:

"I give up. I don't want to play anymore. Can you let me out?"

The river god's eyelids twitched.

This kid is really thick-skinned.

It has lived for so long and has seen so many monsters, monsters, and gods. It has never seen anyone admit defeat so simply, so calmly, and so confidently.

But it doesn't believe it at all.

Although this little monk is young, he is cunning and weird. He cannot believe a word he says.

The river god sneered and did not answer.

Mo Hua sighed, then immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word.

The River God didn't care at first, but then he saw that the direction Mo Hua was running away from was the square where the fisherman was kneeling and worshiping, and his eyes flashed with a stern expression.

"You kid, you want to destroy my dojo?!"

The river god turned into blood and water, and with waves of evil thoughts, he immediately chased the ink painting.

But after chasing for a long time, until we reached the square, Mo Hua was still nowhere to be seen.

"Where have you gone?"

The river god frowned strangely.

It thought for a moment, then suddenly felt frightened and said in surprise:

"Main Hall!"

This kid, I don't know what means he used, actually concealed his aura and was making noises in the east and in the west.

He wants to steal the house!

The River God was so angry that his beard and hair stood out, and he immediately rolled back the river of blood and returned to the front of the hall at an even faster speed.

From a distance, it saw that the originally closed door of the main hall had been forcibly opened to create a hole, just enough for a child to get in.

"What a cunning little beast!!"

The river god was furious and rushed into the hall immediately.

Inside the main hall, there are blood silk and gold covers, carved beams and painted pillars, which are luxurious and luxurious. There are various skull-carved furnishings, as well as pearls transformed from blood-colored evil thoughts.

It's like a small dragon palace at the bottom of the river.

It's just that this "Dragon Palace", with its rich blood and dense bones, is somewhat like the underworld.

In the middle of the hall, there is an altar.

The altar reliefs are simple, the furnishings are luxurious, solemn and solemn.

In the center of the altar is a statue of the River God made of gold and stone. It looks the same as the River God, but two goat horns are grafted on the top of its head, which looks very strange.

Under the statue of the river god, there is an offering table.

The offering table was filled with fish sacrifices, and upon closer inspection they were all made of human flesh and bones.

In the middle of the altar table, there is a glazed fish tank filled with small blood-red fish.

Under the altar table, two children were kneeling, none other than Yu Dahe's two sons.
To be continued...