The ink painting was stunned for a moment, feeling lost.

"This is...spiritual thought transformed into a sword..."

The extremely pure killing intent, the fierce and peak sword intent, and the amazing sword energy transformed by divine thoughts in a sudden glance shocked Mo Hua's heart and he could not calm down for a long time.

The ink painting was lost in thought for a moment, and then its eyes grew brighter and gleaming.

"This is...spiritual thought transformed into a sword..."

"And it's very possible that it belongs to the Taixu Sect, and the Taixu Divine Mind turns into the sword's true art..."

I finally saw with my own eyes and experienced it with my own eyes, the real sword of divine thought transformed by divine consciousness!

Mo Hua touched the broken stone pillar again.

Unfortunately, there is nothing left on the stone pillar.

But it doesn't matter.

Where there is one there are two.

Back then, when that senior sword cultivator entered a fishing village that was contaminated by evil gods and full of dangers, it was impossible for him to use his sword only once.

There must be other traces of "spiritual thoughts turned into swords" in this fishing village.

As long as he observes them one by one, even if he can't learn how to turn his spiritual consciousness into a sword, it should not be a problem if he has a rough understanding of how to use his spiritual consciousness and how to use his spiritual consciousness.

Mo Hua is full of expectations.

I just don’t know where there are sword marks left in this fishing village...

Mo Hua muttered in his heart, then suddenly started to realize that there was still something serious to do.

"Save people first, saving people is more important..."

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

We’ll talk about the “sword marks” later.

Then he concealed his figure and continued walking towards the big fishing house in front.

There are no formations around the fishing house, and there are no other means of protection.

It is estimated that the monks staying in the fishing village did not think that outsiders could come here, so they did not set up additional defenses.

This also makes ink painting convenient.

The door of the fishing house was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound of voices inside.

Mo Hua used his hands and feet to climb lightly onto the roof of the fishing house and looked inside the house through the gaps between the thatches.

Although the fishing house is large, its furnishings are shabby, and the lights inside are dim.

There were several monks inside, drinking wine around the table.

Most of these monks were dressed in black, with the exception of one person, who had a beard on his face and dark and strong muscles. He was the Dragon Crossing the River.

The wine was strong and had a strong flavor. There were also several plates of fried food and some dried fish on the table to go with the wine.

Several people were eating and drinking, chatting and complaining at the same time.

Mo Hua listened carefully and all he heard were words like "bird weather", "gloomy place", "dead people", "bad luck" and the like.

In addition, there is actually... "Gu Changhuai"?

"That bastard Gu Changhuai..."

"I don't know why I went crazy. I have been staring at me for several months and my ghost is still there..."

"Kill him sooner or later!"

"You're so bragging, you just built a foundation, you're so brave, you want to kill Jin Dan?"

"You know nothing! Don't bully a young man into being poor! Sooner or later I will also be able to form elixirs, refine mercury and enter Taoism, cultivate high-grade golden elixirs, learn sword techniques from the Zhen sect, and compete with that man surnamed Gu."

"...I will humiliate him in every possible way, and then kill him!"

"Okay, stop dreaming..."

"It's strange to say that Gu is a third-level Diansi, and he usually arrested criminal cultivators in the Golden Core Realm before. Why did he suddenly fall ill this year and start attacking foundations?"

A man in black spoke in a deep voice, "Did he...know something?"

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

A man in black at the front seat had sharp eyes, took a sip of wine, and whispered:

"According to Mr. Wang, there is someone behind the scenes who is secretly instigating Gu Changhuai to go against us."

"Who?"

Someone said impatiently: "Damn it, you idiot, you already said you are an expert, how can we know?"

"Who is a true master who doesn't hide himself deeply?"

"What the hell..."

"Okay!" The first man in black said coldly, "We are all descendants of aristocratic families, please be careful with your words and deeds."

"Yes, brother..."

Others whispered.

Everyone drank in silence, and after a while, someone started to have something to say. A few of them looked at each other and started chatting.

It's just that the words are frivolous and mostly contain dirty jokes.

Most of them are talking about which family has a beautiful girl, which sect has a good figure, or which girl with spiritual roots is moist and interesting...

Mo Hua listened for a while and frowned.

Can these people be successful?

I don’t want to hear this, so why don’t you guys get together and talk about something serious?

But they didn't go along with Mo Hua's wishes and were still "talking and talking".

After a while, someone suddenly asked Guo Jiang Long, "Li Yu, why the hell are you still drinking without saying a word?"

The Dragon Crossing the River was a little distracted and frowned:

"I always feel that something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

Crossing the River Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, "I always feel like someone is staring at me..."

The ink painting on the roof felt a shiver in his heart, and quickly withdrew his gaze, lying down obediently, but the water step had already begun, and he was ready to run away if he disagreed with her.

The dragon crossing the river below said again: "To be honest, when I was in Taoist Prison, I felt like I was being watched. After I faked my death and escaped into the Yanshui River, I was fine at first and felt free."

"But after a while, for some reason, I seemed to be targeted by something again."

"It's not like staring all the time. I stare for a while and then rest for a while. There will be a period of time in between, about ten days or so. I don't know why..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart, because I have to go back to class...

Dragon Crossing the River looked a little confused, "But this is impossible. I won't say anything on the shore, but in the water, relying on Bailang Jue and Bailang Shenfa, I can integrate with the Yanshui River. After so many years, I can't say anything at all.

No one can keep an eye on me..."

"So this matter is very strange..."

The man in black in the first seat lowered his gaze, "Have you checked?"

"I checked." Guo Jianglong nodded, "I used all the methods I could, but I couldn't find any traces..."

"That's it."

"You must be worrying too much."

"But," Crossing the River Dragon hesitated, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, "just now, I had a vague feeling of being spied on..."

Everyone present was horrified when they heard this, and then they cursed:

"You coward!"

"Suspicious..."

"Don't make a mistake once and fall into the hands of a few fledgling sect disciples, and then become frightened and fearful..."

"It's still possible that you are being stared at outside, but how is it possible that someone can actually find you here?"

"If someone really comes in..." The man in black in the first seat said solemnly.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

The man in black in the first seat glanced around and then said: "...then there must be a traitor among us."

Everyone looked suffocated.

The first man in black said coldly: "Someone leaked the formation pattern at the wellhead, the method of feeding the fish demon, and the Shinto path into the village..."

The monks present all looked nervous.
To be continued...