Chapter 692: Sword Marks (Thank you to the leader who showed his teeth without grinning and rewarded~)

The moment he set foot on the ground, Mo Hua's consciousness felt a twinge of pain.

A bright red appeared in front of my eyes.

There were ferocious laughter, painful cries, and desperate wails in my ears.

As if the cause and effect were reversed and time went back, the tragic scenes that happened in this fishing village hundreds of years ago reappeared before the eyes of the ink painting like a fleeting glimpse.

This fishing village was completely bloodbathed...

Suddenly, Mo Hua saw a glimmer of the truth.

In the blood mist, pitiful wails could be heard one after another. All the fishing cultivators were slaughtered, and the blood flowed into the earth, soaking the soil. It also followed the water and soil, polluting the surrounding fishing village...

A pale golden god.

This god...

The ink painting consumed my consciousness, trying to see the face of this god clearly, but at this moment, the blood mist surged and obscured everything.

The god's eyes also turned bright red, showing murderous intent towards those who dared to peek into the ink paintings of cause and effect.

Mo Hua broke into a cold sweat and suddenly opened his eyes.

The surroundings were eerie and dark.

The smell of fish and old rancidity floated in the air, and the soil on the soles of the feet was crimson.

It seems that blood and soil have merged into one, but it has been dry and silent for many years.

Other than that, the surroundings are very quiet, the blood mist is not thick, and there are no floating blood leeches. It seems safer than outside the village.

"Little Master Mo, are you okay?" Gu An asked worriedly.

Mo Hua suddenly turned pale and fainted, as if he had seen something terrible, and his expression was ugly.

"It's okay." Mo Hua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "The atmosphere is too depressing. I have a temporary nightmare to calm my mood."

Gu An and the other three: "..."

Mo Hua recalled the scenes that had just emerged in his mind one by one, and he had a rough guess in his mind.

After the fishermen in the small fishing village were contaminated by the evil god, they were all silenced.

The monk who wiped out the village only had a dark and ferocious figure, his face could not be seen clearly, and his identity could not be identified.

The small fishing village originally had a god.

This god has a pale golden light on his body. He is obviously of high rank, but has been contaminated by the evil god.

As for the outcome...

Mo Hua glanced at the current bloody fishing village and couldn't help but sigh.

Believers were massacred and fishing villages polluted.

The results of this god must be self-evident.

It is no longer an evil god, but also an evil god.

only……

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

What happened to this fishing village seemed so familiar to him, as if he had seen similar scenes somewhere before.

The ink painting is concentrated and thoughtful, with pupils narrowed.

Thank you!

The Xie family was wiped out by the Fire Buddha. They were all massacred and died miserably. Moreover, as soon as he stepped into the door of the Xie family, evil omens of karma appeared.

Mo Hua recalled the Xie family's affairs again.

Although the Fire Buddha died, the Bishan Demon Cave was annihilated, and the Demon Palace inside was destroyed, Mo Hua always felt that there were still deep causes and effects that had not yet been solved.

Is there any connection between the Xie family and the small fishing village?

Mo Hua raised his head and glanced at the deepest part of the fishing village, revealing an intriguing look.

But the top priority is to save people.

We cannot let two innocent children become sacrifices to the evil god.

"I will become invisible first and go in to check the situation. You guys find a place to hide. If you hear any movement, run over and save me. If there is no movement, just wait where you are and don't let anyone discover you."

Mo Hua warned.

Gu An and Gu Quan were a little worried, but they still nodded obediently.

Yu Dahe was worried about his son and was anxious, but at this time he had to suppress his impatience and wait patiently.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Although Gu An and Gu Quan brought water hidden jade, the concealment effect of this kind of spiritual weapon was limited, and the two of them did not have enough concealment experience.

This "professional work" of stealth eavesdropping must be done by oneself.

Just as Mo Hua was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, so he took out three spiritual weapons that could calm the mind and calm the mind, and handed them to Gu An and the others.

"This is a spiritual weapon to soothe the gods. Each of you can take one with you."

Gu An is also familiar with these three spiritual weapons. It was Master Changhuai who ordered the two of them to take them out from the Gu family's warehouse and give them to Young Master Mo.

Gu An was a little confused, "Young Master, what is the purpose of this soothing spiritual weapon? It should not only be used to calm the mind and calm the mind..."

"It's used to protect the sea of ​​consciousness."

"Protect the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded, "It's a bit complicated to explain, but you can just carry it with you. It's for life-saving purposes, so it's very important."

"Okay!" Seeing Mo Hua's solemn words, Gu An also accepted it solemnly, but then looked at Mo Hua with some worry, "The spiritual weapons have been given to us, where are you, young master?"

"I don't have to." Mo Hua said confidently.

These spiritual weapons are actually of little use to me.

Your own divine consciousness itself is an excellent divine protection weapon!

Gu An and Gu Quan didn't quite understand, but looking at the Mo paintings, they still felt that Young Master Mo was so awesome...

After that, Gu An and the other two people waited where they were.

Mo Hua hid himself and began to explore the fishing village quietly.

This fishing village is completely abandoned, with collapsed stone walls, withered thatch, and some signs of dilapidation left by the destruction of the village everywhere.

Mo Hua walked a few steps and saw a large fishing house not far away. There were a few lights in the house and a few figures were vaguely visible.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, then tiptoed forward.

But before he got close to the fish house, Mo Hua suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of his eye, and his expression was startled.

"This is……"

Mo Hua turned around, walked closer and took a closer look, and found a stone pillar on the roadside. Half of it had been cut off, leaving obvious sword marks.

"Sword mark?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but think:

"Could this be something that the senior sword cultivator left behind when he entered the fishing village and fought with people or evil spirits?"

Mo Hua touched the cross section of the stone pillar with his hand.

The cross section is smooth, obviously the sword energy is extremely sharp.

However, over the years, the sword energy has long dissipated, and the cross section has been covered with a layer of sticky dirt.

Mo Hua wanted to try to observe this sword mark and understand some usage of sword energy.

But his superficial swordsmanship skills were simply not enough to support him in such a difficult mastery of swordsmanship.

If the sword energy is not good, what about the sword intention?

The ink painting releases spiritual consciousness and perceives the sword's intention.

On the cross section, an extremely subtle sword gleam emerged, which persisted for hundreds of years. Ink Hua was shocked.

But these sword lights are still too weak to comprehend anything.

The pupils of the ink painting are deep, and the texture of the heavenly secret emerges in the eyes. The heavenly secret is used to calculate and increase the divine secret. When you look at it carefully, you can see that the Qi machine on the cross section is sharp and sharp.

A very sharp, light blue cold light showed its edge.

Mo Hua's eyes stung slightly, and he felt an extremely strong pressure in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if a master of swordsmanship was pointing an extremely sharp sword between his eyebrows.

Then everything passed away in an instant.

On the cross section, the slight sword glow completely dissipated.

In the calculations of heaven and earth, the sword theory of cause and effect has disappeared.
To be continued...