At this time, they were kneeling devoutly to the statue of the river god. Two special blood fish were wandering in their minds, seemingly "assimilating" the two children.

The two children seemed to be "alienated". They had blood-colored gills on their cheeks, cyan fish scales on their skin, and signs of fins on their hands and feet. They seemed to be turning into two "little river boys" little by little.

At this time, Mo Hua was standing in front of the altar, touching his chin, thinking, and nodding slightly.

First of all, he guessed correctly.

The river god used the magical power of the infinite blood river and flooded most of the river temple, but only two places were not flooded, one was the square and the other was the main hall.

In the square, there are believers of the River God, which is the foundation for preaching.

The door to the main hall is closed. I have never entered, so I don't know what is inside.

But the river god has never flooded the main hall, it must be because there is something as important as the foundation of preaching in this main hall, or even more important.

Since it was hard to tell the winner, Mo Hua thought it would be better to take a closer look, so he pretended to run away to the square, but in fact used his stealth skills to return secretly, broke down the door of the main hall, entered the real "home" of the River God, and saw the real altar.

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The river god never expected that the ink painting would remain hidden.

I never expected that Mo Hua would be so courageous and cunning!

It looked at the ink painting and was so angry that it trembled all over.

Mo Hua stood in front of the altar, squinting at the river god and smiling.

The river god instantly understood what Mo Hua wanted to do, and his heart trembled with fear, and he shouted in shock:

"How dare you!?"

Naturally, there is nothing that I am afraid of when it comes to ink painting.

With lightning speed, he picked up the glass fish tank, smashed it to the ground, and trampled the bloody fish in the tank to death one by one.

Then he raised his foot and kicked the altar table over, turned around and kicked it again, knocking down the statue of the river god. He even jumped on top of the statue of the river god and broke off the two horns of the statue.

Ink painting moves very quickly.

The River God was far away and couldn't stop him, so he could only watch the ink paintings misbehaving, and in the blink of an eye, the entire altar was turned into a mess.

The river god's heart is bleeding.

This was an altar that it had painstakingly built over hundreds of years, but it was all destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Anger filled his heart, the river god's evil thoughts boiled, and the blood on his robe was so thick that it turned black.

When the altar was destroyed and the glazed fish tank was smashed, the bloody fish evil spirits in the minds of Yu Dahe's two sons were like fish out of water. They gradually withered to death in just a few breaths.

The two children also stopped alienating.

The true meaning of ink painting is true.

To eradicate evil, we must do everything we can, and to drive out evil we must treat the root cause.

The altar is the key to everything.

At this time, in the square, the fisherman who was kneeling to the river god saw the blood fish in his mind dying of dehydration one by one.

The eyes of the fishermen cultivators gradually became clear.

As if waking up from a nightmare, with hazy cognitive retrospection, they gradually regained some consciousness, and at the same time, they were also escaping from the dreamland little by little.

The entire river temple seemed to be shaking slightly.

This "collective nightmare" was constructed by the river god, but supported by the faith of the fishermen.

Now that the altar has been destroyed, the nightmare has lost its origin. Once Yu Xiu wakes up and escapes from the nightmare, the foundation of the entire nightmare will inevitably be shaken.

The river god's eyes were already red.

It was already vigilant enough, but it never expected that it would encounter such an outrageous little human beast today.

Not only is his spiritual mind ridiculously strong, but his mind is also deceitful and cunning.

And the fact that he made an attack in the east and destroyed the altar directly shows that he is not ignorant of the way of the gods.

It's even possible to know a lot.

The taboos in the way of the gods are only spread among the gods, and only a drop in the bucket known to mortals.

Which bastard god was the one who told this little evil beast who deserved to be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts to tell the taboos of the gods?!

The body of the River God began to twist and deform.

The fish's head also seemed to have a tumor, growing in size and shrinking constantly.

It is not only because of anger, but also because the "nightmare" was broken, which shook its origin.

"good……"

The River God's voice was hoarse and distorted, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.

"You want to destroy my Taoist temple, cut off my foundation, and destroy my Shinto..."

"Then I will eat all the animals and animals to strengthen my spiritual consciousness, and then I will slowly torture you, the little brat, and eat them alive..."

The river god turned into a river of blood and disappeared in an instant.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and realized something was wrong. He quickly turned into running water and rushed to the square in the front hall.

When we arrived at the square, we saw a bloody scene in the middle of the square.

A deformed fish monster with a fat fish head, a monster-like body, blood-red body, and fish tentacles as thick as tentacles, scattered around, restraining the fishing cultivators and sucking spiritual consciousness from them.

The fishermen who woke up looked frightened and struggled to escape.

Mo Hua could tell at a glance that this fish monster was the transformation of the river god.

His spiritual thoughts flowed, manifesting five elements of magic, using golden blades, water arrows, and fireballs at the same time, killing the bloody fish tentacles around him, cutting off or burning them one by one.

But there are so many fish tentacles that the ink painting cannot cut through them.

Even if the formation method is used, it has little effect.

But the power of the river god is getting stronger little by little, the fish's whiskers are getting stronger, and the evil thoughts in his body are reaching the peak step by step.

It even inspired an evil thought that did not belong to it.

This evil thought was extremely familiar to Mo Hua, and he had even "eaten" it before.

The Great Evil God...

Mo Hua frowned, his expression extremely solemn, then he gritted his teeth and began to concentrate, as if he wanted to form a large formation to use against the River God.

But before he could finish manifesting, several bloody fish tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground and pierced into his calves. Then they tied Mo Hua tightly and hung him in front of the river god.

Mo Hua struggled on his own, but the evil thoughts of the God of Wilderness were wrapped around the fish's tentacles. They were extremely strong and tied Mo Hua tightly.

No matter how hard Mo Hua struggled, he couldn't break free.

The River God's voice was cold, with a hint of sarcasm:

"No need to struggle..."

"I have said before, although your spiritual will is strong, it is too balanced. It is strong in everything, but it is not extremely strong."

"Unlike that sword cultivator back then, his spiritual thoughts are far inferior to yours, but his spiritual thoughts turned into swords are extremely sharp..."

"So he can hit me hard, but you can't!"

"You can't break my divine body. There's nothing you can do to me in my nightmare."

After hearing this, Mo Hua stopped struggling and seemed to have given up resistance.

After a moment, his clear voice sounded again.

"Is there a possibility..."

Mo Hua looked at the river god who was very close to him, and suddenly smiled brightly, "...I can also turn my spiritual thoughts into swords?"

The river god was startled, and then his pupils suddenly widened, full of shock.

At the same time, a very sharp golden light suddenly appeared.

The majestic and qualitative spiritual thoughts, which are comparable to the power of the gods, all pour into Mo Hua's right hand, and are continuously compressed and condensed to form an extremely thick and extremely condensed sword shape.

The shape of the sword is rough, like a sword embryo, but the spiritual thought contained within it is extremely sharp and has a killing intent.

It's like a sword condensed with powerful divine power!

A bit of spiritual essence is integrated into the sword, and the sword is sharpened.

With a casual wave of the ink painting, pale golden light flashed and condensed into golden threads, easily cutting off all the tenacious fish tentacles of evil thoughts in front of him!

There was huge fear in the eyes of the river god.

The crisis of life and death is right in front of us, and it is even more terrifying than the crisis of the sword hundreds of years ago.

The river god struggled and backed away, wanting to stay away from Mo Hua and this "little king of hell" holding a golden sword in his hand.

But it's too late.

Mo Hua's body flashed and he was already in front of it. He pressed its shoulder with his left hand and stabbed it suddenly with the sword of spiritual thought in his right hand.
To be continued...