Immortality Through Array Formations-Chapter 1152 - 697: Sword_2

"Divine Marrow..."

Mo Hua looked up, glanced at the River God Temple in front of him, and instinctively licked his lips.

Afterward, he calmed his emotions and pretended as if nothing had happened, peacefully sitting in meditation to restore himself to optimal condition.

The others were all meditating and healing, taking medication to treat their injuries.

This breakout from the Demon Monster Taoist Field was extremely perilous, but fortunately, although everyone suffered some injuries, they were all safe and sound, a close call without serious consequences.

The two individuals used as "sacrifices," dressed in black, were covered in wounds, but these human traffickers had committed many evils and their hands were stained with much blood. Leaving them barely alive was enough; no one cared about them.

After everyone had rested and recovered, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense and Spiritual Power had also mostly recovered, and they set off towards the River God Temple.

Not yet reaching the temple, Mo Hua paused, his expression subtly changing.

"Sword Intent?"

He looked up and saw that the area in front of the River God Temple was mottled with sword marks, seemingly from a Sword Cultivator who had once fought with all his might here.

Intersecting sword marks covered the ground, and some of the stone pillars in front of the temple also bore marks of being cut by Sword Qi.

Despite hundreds of years passing, Sword Intent still lingered,

indicating that this Sword Cultivator’s swordsmanship was surely exceptional.

And to have fought alone with a sword up to the Evil God’s temple, his Divine Thought must also be incredibly strong.

Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, as he observed the sword marks, his Divine Sense subtly stirred, earnestly comprehending the essence within the sword’s intent.

Unfortunately, it seemed these Sword Intents had been corrupted and polluted, leaving them impure.

Mo Hua, a half-baked Sword Cultivator, couldn’t fully understand them.

Let alone learn a move or two.

Mo Hua felt somewhat regretful, yet also somewhat unwilling.

"Should I do a Calculation?"

Mo Hua thought to himself, then on the spot decided to apply Heavenly Secret Tricky Calculation to amplify the Heavenly Secret Calculation.

His eyes were pitch black, his Divine Thought manifested above, beginning to split into wily shadows.

These wily shadows, like Taoist Robes of Mo, draped over Mo Hua.

One layer, two layers...

Mo Hua tried to split into three layers, but when splitting into two, he found his Sea of Consciousness began to hurt again, as if the injury hadn’t fully healed, so he could only manage to create two layers of Wily Minds, making do.

With the two layers of Wily Minds supporting, under the Heavenly Secret Calculation,

a flash of light crossed Mo Hua’s vision, cause and effect abruptly became clear, crisscrossing and floating.

This time, the cause and effect lines, clearer than before,

streams of pure white cause and effect lines emerged from the full ground of sword marks, uniformly drifting towards inside of the River God Temple.

Mo Hua’s heart trembled.

Did this mean that the spell point of the Sword Intent was hidden in the River God Temple?

With no further hesitation, Mo Hua walked directly towards the River God Temple, and before entering, he stopped and reminded:

"That old rascal is probably also in the temple, everyone be careful."

The others nodded.

At the entrance of the River God Temple, there were two black pillars painted with gold, bearing inscriptions like "Harmony with Wind and Rain" and "Peace over the River."

However, the pillars bore many Sword Qi marks, making the inscriptions unclear.

Above was a plaque that read "River God Temple."

Mo Hua scanned it with his Divine Sense, frowned slightly, and then stepped into the temple.

Upon entering, he saw the main hall.

The hall was spacious, with nothing around, only at the far center, there stood an altar with a River God Divine Statue above it.

The statue, with the face of a fish but body of a human, wore a Taoist robe embroidered with cloud-wave patterns, hands clasped in front of the chest, mouth wide like a bloody basin, teeth chillingly white, sitting high with a daunting and fearsome gaze.

Beneath the statue of the River God was a pool of blood.

The thick, viscous blood water was soaking a figure, it was Master She.

His current appearance was very peculiar, half-Demon Monster half-Cultivator.

The blood in the Blood Pool was continuously repairing his flesh.

Everyone’s faces turned stern, brows furrowing.

Master She, soaking in the blood, heard the noise, opened his eyes, and upon seeing everyone, expressed a look of astonishment and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"You actually managed to get here?"

Master She gave a cold sneer, slowly stepped out of the Blood Pool.

The injuries on his body, nourished by the blood water, had completely healed, and simultaneously, his body gradually grew taller, and his muscles bulged, transforming back into a Demon Monster.

"My injuries are already healed, next, I want you all..."

Mo Hua waved his hand.

Gu An and the others immediately rushed forward, attacking with knives, swords, fists, and feet. After tens of rounds, they had beaten Master She down again and bound him tightly with the Spirit-binding Lock, pinning him to the ground.

Mo Hua scoffed.

This old rascal, he’s not Fire Buddha, just learned a bit of Demonization, acting all high and mighty...

"I brought the sacrifices, and the two kids are also here, didn’t you say you wanted to pray to the River God and exchange the sacrifices?"

Mo Hua commanded from a higher position: "Hurry up and exchange!"

Yu Dahe also became tense.

Master She, pinned down to the ground by several burly men from the Gu Family, stripped off his Demon Monster disguise, sneered coldly: "It’s too late, no hope left, prepare to die."

Mo Hua spoke indifferently: "Little Brother An, slaughter this old rascal."

Gu An hesitated for a moment, seeking a confirming glance from Mo Hua.

Mo Hua nodded, "Slaughter him!"

Without further hesitation, Gu An raised his cleaver, swinging it down towards Master She’s neck. The blade cut halfway through the skin, blood pouring out.

Only then did Master She’s face turn pale, shouting at Mo Hua in horror: "Are you serious?"

Mo Hua ignored him.

Gu An continued to exert force, chopping deeper into his neck.

Master She’s eyes bulged, yelling: "I can save! I can save! I will start the ritual! Those two kids can be saved by starting the ritual!"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Really! Really!" Master She nodded repeatedly.

Mo Hua gave Gu An a look, and Gu An then stopped, pulling out the knife, dragging the blood with it.

Master She, holding his neck, cursed inwardly.

This little brat, truly devilishly ruthless, just mention killing and he does.