Chapter 700: Exploitation

Mo Hua sized up the River God Temple in front of him again, his thoughts stirring slightly.

Several hundred years ago, that senior sword cultivator with long eyebrows had single-handedly fought his way to the front of the River God Temple, likely killing many evil spirits within the temple.

He had even pierced the River God's chest with a single sword.

Fear was born in the River God's heart, so it no longer dared to possess the exterior God Temple.

Instead, in the dream realm, it had constructed a "void" River God Temple to reside in, to prevent other sword cultivators capable of transforming their divine sense from coming and chopping it again.

This God Temple "in the dream" was almost isolated from the world.

Except for the evil god's true believers, probably no one knew the entrance, nor did anyone know the way to enter the God Temple.

This Master She was likely not an ordinary believer.

Otherwise, the true entrance to the God Temple and the "enter dream" formation could not be controlled in his hands...

Mo Hua looked around.

Not only himself, Gu An and Gu Quan, and the other Gu family cultivators, including Yu Da He, had all been pulled into the dream realm and were still unconscious at this time.

The two black-clothed people were not present.

Because their divine sense had already been offered as sacrifice by Master She to open the door.

Little Shui Zi and Little Shun Zi were also absent.

The divine souls of these two children were probably already inside this River God Temple, it was just unknown whether they had been "eaten" by the River God...

Mo Hua sighed.

"I need to find a way to enter the River God Temple and take a look..."

The River God Temple gates were tightly shut, but there was no lock on the door.

Mo Hua stood in front of the River God Temple, just about to push the door and go in, when suddenly his expression changed, his gaze condensed slightly, and he gradually concealed his form.

In front of the River God Temple, there was an open space paved with stone bricks in a circle.

Master She's figure gradually appeared.

He looked in all four directions, his gaze gloomy and cold, his expression gleeful, and he laughed loudly and fiercely:

"A bunch of pigs! Human livestock! You repeatedly humiliated me three times all the way, and finally you fell into my scheme."

"I am the River God's priest, in this fishing village, I have the protection of my god master, what do you have to fight me?"

"All the way, I endured insult and bore the burden, waiting just for now."

"I will then kill you one by one in the dream, your divine sense will be extinguished, and your physical body will sooner or later rot away..."

Master She took out a blood-colored sacrificial short knife, then was about to cut the necks of Gu An and the others.

Before he could move, he stopped again and frowned, saying: "Not good, this is too cheap for you..."

"Just killing you and letting you die unknowingly won't wash away my shame, nor will it vent the hatred in my heart."

Master She thought for a moment and laughed evilly.

"Yes, I will plant blood fish on you, turn you into sacrifices, offer faith to my god master, wait until your divine sense is squeezed dry, then refine you into half-human, half-demon creatures..."

Master She finished speaking, and a strange evil gleam appeared in his eyes, revealing excitement.

He used the sacrificial knife to cut open his own wrist, and blood flowed out, condensing in the air into an ugly, bloody strange fish.

Master She grabbed this strange fish and was about to stuff it into Gu An's forehead.

But an array pattern flashed between Gu An's eyebrows, like something protecting his divine sense, and he couldn't stuff this fish in no matter what.

"What's wrong?"

Master She frowned.

"Why can't I plant evil spirits? Who set down protective divine means on their bodies?"...

A hint of unease arose in Master She's heart.

He always felt that something was a little off.

"Did I... forget something small?"

He looked at everyone who had entered the dream one by one again, and then his expression changed slightly, "Where is that detestable damned little ghost?"

"Are you looking for me?"

A clear sound rang out behind him.

Master She's expression panicked, and just as he was about to turn his head, he found that the back of his neck had been grasped by a pair of small hands, small but hard like steel.

"What is this?!"

Master She opened his eyes wide, trying hard to struggle, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Although that hand was small, the divine sense power was very great.

Master She gritted his teeth and stabbed himself in the arm with the sacrificial short knife, bursting out a cloud of blood mist, shaking off the hand on the back of his neck, and only then did he barely escape.

After standing firm, Master She turned his head to look and saw Mo Hua with a playful face.

It was just that Mo Hua was a bit smaller than he had seen before.

He seemed to have grown younger by a few years.

"Little ghost..."

Master She's face was sarcastic, but before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed, "That's not right, who exactly are you? Why is your divine sense so condensed? Why can you still have a clear divine sense after entering the dream?"

Mo Hua smiled and didn't answer.

Master She's expression changed various times, finally his gaze sank, and he laughed coldly:

"Good, little ghost, since you won't say, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Mo Hua was interested, and said in a clear voice:

"Do you want to fight me?"

"Fight? You think too highly of yourself..." Master She smiled crookedly, "I am a dignified Foundation Establishment late stage cultivator, with eighteen pattern divine sense, in the nightmare woven by my god master, dealing with you, a mere Foundation Establishment initial stage little ghost, is not just casually abusing and killing, you..."

Mo Hua's body was like thunder, rushing up and just throwing a punch.

This punch was very fast and very powerful.

Master She basically didn't react before he felt a sharp twisting pain in his abdomen, and his eyes were almost knocked out.

He couldn't help covering his abdomen and slowly knelt in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua smoothly grabbed the back of his neck and commanded:

"Old mixed hair, lead the way for me, go see your master."

Master She's face was distorted, and a stormy wave rose in his heart.

What in the world was this little ghost?!

My divine sense is Foundation Establishment late stage! Why can't I even withstand this little ghost's punch? Is there still any Great Dao Law to speak of?

"Who exactly... are you?"

Master She mumbled through the pain.

Mo Hua increased the force under his hand, "Do you have the qualifications to ask me questions?"

Master She's neck was almost pinched off by Mo Hua, and he quickly said: "Little ancestor! Spare my life! I'll lead the way!"

Only then did Mo Hua let go.

Master She let out a long breath, and glanced at Mo Hua with the corner of his eye, his heart was completely cold.

Damn it, I misjudged him.

This little ghost is the most troublesome of this group of Dao Court Si's lackeys.

Clearly, outside, this little ghost's cultivation was the lowest, his strength the weakest, and he looked like an arrogant, overbearing, brainless young master from a family.

But unexpectedly, once he entered the nightmare, his divine sense was actually so terrifying.

What the hell was going on?

Master She frowned, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't understand...

On the other side, Mo Hua was already a little impatient, "Hurry up and lead the way!"

Only then did Master She come back to his senses, nodding repeatedly, "Yes! Yes!"

Then he lowered his head and obediently walked to the front of the River God Temple, reaching out to push open the River God Temple gate.

"Wait." Mo Hua suddenly said.

Master She's hand trembled, not daring to act.

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and the others and asked Master She, "How can these people be sent out?"

If divine sense perishes, then the person perishes. He didn't want to wait until Gu An and the others left here and encounter any danger.

Master She said: "It's not good now."

Mo Hua silently looked at Master She.

Master She's heart skipped a beat and he quickly explained:

"It's really not good, entering the dream is the skill of River God adult, I just opened an altar, borrowed a law, how could I have the ability to send these people out of the nightmare..."

Mo Hua's thoughts turned, and he asked: "Then you also entered the dream, how do you get out?"

Master She's face twitched slightly.

This little ghost's thoughts were too sharp.

He weakly said: "I..."

Mo Hua squeezed his small fist.

Master She immediately said: "I... go worship River God adult, burn incense on the altar, respectfully kowtow three times, then I can retreat from the nightmare."

"Altar..."

Mo Hua's pupils condensed slightly, and he nodded, saying, "I understand, you lead the way."

Master She didn't know what Mo Hua knew, but he didn't dare to ask, only resignedly, he pushed open the River God Temple gate.

The vermilion gate opened, and the scene inside the River God Temple finally revealed a corner of the iceberg.

This River God Temple in the dream realm was much more magnificent than the one seen outside.

The inside of the River God Temple was also much more spacious.

Mo Hua walked into the River God Temple step by step, and in front of him was a long path of white stone, with carved beams and painted pillars on both sides, carved with various fish demon patterns.

He walked straight ahead for a while, passed through the front hall gate, and then arrived at the River God Temple plaza.

Entering the plaza, Mo Hua's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Inside the plaza, there were "people" kneeling everywhere!

And these people looked very familiar. Looking closely, they were actually fishing cultivators from every household in the small fishing village.

Even Old Yu head was kneeling inside.

Their figures were illusory, their knees were on the ground, kowtowing towards the depths of the River God Temple. At the same time, in their heads, a strip of ugly blood fish was swimming.

The blood fish swam in their minds like swimming in water, occasionally taking a sip, and these fishing cultivators' figures became fainter.

And the kneeling fishing cultivators' expressions were all pained, as if they were in a nightmare, experiencing countless reincarnations of nightmares, and in the pain of endless reincarnation, they were offering bitter faith to the evil god.

Mo Hua's gaze couldn't bear it.

For these fishing cultivators, happiness was short, and pain was a lifetime.

Whether it was the mundane family or the evil god, they would all be regarded as "tools", squeezing everything from them.

However, the state of existence of these fishing cultivators made Mo Hua very doubtful.

They should all be ordinary scattered cultivators, not walking the path of divine sense cultivation, and it was also impossible for them to have autonomous "divine sense" incarnations.

These kneeling fishing cultivators were more like...

After falling into the nightmare, their own divine sense "manifested" in the dream?

But Mo Hua wasn't particularly sure, so he asked Master She, "What exactly is wrong with these fishing cultivators?"...

Master She's eyes rolled, and he said solemnly:

"These foolish people are born low and live in hardship, so they pray to River God great god for blessings, asking River God adult for pity."

Mo Hua didn't say anything.

Seeing that Mo Hua wasn't too satisfied, Master She continued:

"In order to let them feel the grace, River God adult then constructed this dream realm, so that all of them can kowtow and pray here, day and night."

Mo Hua's gaze condensed slightly, and he probably understood in his heart.

Ordinary cultivators have no divine sense incarnation.

So the evil god weaves a dream.

In the dream, all cultivators can manifest themselves through their divine sense.

This nightmare is a "collective dream realm" personally constructed by the River God, or rather, the great wilderness evil god.

The evil god can use the nightmare to maintain believers and absorb their faith to expand itself, all without anyone knowing.

Master She said that this dream realm was "not divided day and night"...

Meaning, this dream realm is not purely a dream, it's not the kind of "dream realm" that only exists when sleeping at night...

The fishing cultivators in the small fishing village are constantly having this dream.

It's just that at night, the dream realm will only appear.

And the medium for entering the dream, or rather the medium that has been "polluted" by the evil god, is the well water where the blood fish are raised.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of the nightmare he had shortly before, after drinking the fish soup and his divine sense was polluted.

In the dream, he and his little senior sister had several sorrowful and joyous partings, none of which had a good ending.

After finishing the dream, he woke up and pinched the fish demon in his sea of consciousness to death.

If it weren't for that, his sea of consciousness would have been more seriously polluted, and he might have also been dragged into this "collective nightmare" during a certain day or night "nightmare," never to be able to leave, and never to wake up, thereby completely becoming "livestock" raised by the evil god.

Of course, Mo Hua was actually not afraid.

Although there was a bit of danger, he had a body full of skills, and even if he couldn't win against a two-product evil god, self-preservation should be more than enough.

But these villagers were different...

They were fundamentally powerless to resist.

They might not even know what was happening.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Master She was secretly observing his expression from the side, his heart plotting something.

Mo Hua asked: "Can these villagers get out of the dream?"

Hearing this, Master She was startled, and said tremblingly: "Don't ever say such words..."

He looked in all four directions, lowered his voice, and said cautiously:

"These villagers are the foundation of River God adult, if you have ideas about them, once you anger River God, be careful that you die without a burial place..."

Mo Hua curled his lip.

Master She was a little anxious and quickly advised, "Little... little ancestor, I don't know what inheritance you have, you have such powerful divine sense power at such a young age, but no matter how strong your divine sense is, you are still just one person, how can you offend divine majesty?"

"If you really anger River God adult, at that time, not only will you die..."

I'm afraid I'll also be implicated and buried with you...

Master She silently said in his heart.

River God adult's temper might not always be that good.

Mo Hua was a little curious, "Have you seen the River God?"

Master She's face was slightly pale, "Seen... but also not seen, I didn't dare to look, I just knelt on the ground, and didn't even dare to lift my head..."...

Mo Hua felt very bored and said faintly: "Don't worry about it, continue leading the way."

Master She hesitated for a moment, and didn't continue walking forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps, saw Master She standing still, turned his head and frowned, "Why aren't you walking?"

Master She hesitated and said: "Ahead, you'd best not go."

"Why?"

"Very dangerous..."

"No matter, you lead me there."

Master She's eyelid twitched, "I don't want to go..."

"Then you want to leave here with your life?"

Mo Hua said with a pure threatening look.

Master She hated him to the extreme.

A tiger falls to the plains and is bullied by dogs!

This damned little ghost, I'll see how long you can be arrogant!

Fine, since you want to die, I don't mind leading the way for you.

Master She suppressed the hatred in his heart, sighed, and slowly said, "Forget it, you follow me."

Then he led the way, and Mo Hua followed behind. The two of them walked past the plaza where the fishing cultivators worshipped, and continued walking towards the back hall of the River God Temple. After a while, they arrived at the back hall gate.

The back hall gate was locked with a huge padlock.

It was gloomy behind the door.

Mo Hua glanced at Master She.

Master She gritted his teeth, and only then did he take out the sacrificial short knife from his body, stab it on his arm, and after the short knife was full of blood, he inserted the knife into the padlock.

The padlock trembled, like a monster opening its eyes, sucking the blood inside the knife.

After a while, the padlock finished sucking the blood, and with a "creak" sound, it opened by itself.

Master She's hand trembled slightly, and he tremblingly opened the padlock.

The moment the door opened, a gust of yin wind blew over, mixed with a foul smell.

Mo Hua actually faintly felt very familiar with this foul smell.

Upon entering and taking a look, Mo Hua was startled, his expression somewhat hard to believe.

The back hall of the River God Temple actually had densely packed iron cages, not less than hundreds of them, and the cages were filled with demons pieced together from fish heads, human bodies, or demon claws.

These demons were almost exactly the same as the flesh demons outside.

But these demons were actually evil spirits!

At that instant, Mo Hua suddenly understood and thought through many things.

He finally knew where those deformed, strange demons in Yu Er's nightmare came from.

He also understood why the evil god wanted to refine so many flesh demons outside.

He also knew exactly how the evil god raised its strength through preaching.

The human traffickers were just running dogs.

The evil god's true strength lay in two kinds of terrifying demons.

One kind was flesh demons, and the other was evil spirits demons.

One real, one virtual.

Flesh demons could kill cultivators' flesh and dirty cultivators' meridians and spiritual energy sea.

Evil spirits demons could invade cultivators' sea of consciousness and devour divine sense within the nightmare woven by the evil god, going wherever they pleased.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's divine sense suddenly ached.

Scene after scene of cruel images appeared from the cause and effect, sweeping past Mo Hua's mind like a lantern show...

The blood-colored fishing village, the fishing cultivators kneeling on the ground worshipping, faith in the fallen River God.

Their hardship became the root of their faith.

Their faith became nourishment for the evil god.

The evil god devoured the fishing cultivators' faith.

After the faith was sucked dry and the divine sense withered, the villagers became like walking corpses. Then it raised the butcher knife, using the black-clothed people as claws, slaughtering the entire fishing village...

The dead villagers' flesh was mixed with demon beasts and refined with the blood of evil arrays, refining them into deformed and terrifying flesh demons.

This blood array was extremely cruel, causing great pain and resentment.

This pain and resentment would take the form of flesh demons and re-constitute into demons in the form of "evil spirits".

Mo Hua took a deep breath.

These poor fishing cultivators...

Their living faith was used to feed the evil god.

After their faith was squeezed dry, they were slaughtered, and their tragic dead flesh was used to refine demons.

The divine sense remaining after death was refined and fermented with blood to give birth to evil spirits.

Born as fish meat, dead for claws.

This truly was, from flesh to divine sense, from birth to death, squeezed dry and clean, not leaving a bit.

Mo Hua's chest felt stuffy, and boundless killing intent instantly surged in his heart.

On the other side, Master She saw Mo Hua standing still, not knowing why he was a little lost, and suddenly smiled grimly, secretly gripping the sacrificial short knife in his palm.

The blade cut open his palm, and blood dripped onto the ground, melting into blood-colored patterns.

The demons smelled the blood and became restless.

Master She was a little scared, but still gritted his teeth and continued to release his own blood, condensing more patterns.

These patterns seemed to be keys, sticking to the ground and flowing into each iron cage, opening the padlocks on the iron cages.

In a short while, demonic energy filled the sky.

Ferocious demons all came out of their cages, their eyes red, looking at Mo Hua.

Only then did Mo Hua come back to his senses, looked at the demons in the scene, his expression indifferent.

At the same time, Master She suddenly inserted the short knife into his chest, a large amount of blood burst out, surging towards Mo Hua, and as it approached Mo Hua, it instantly condensed into a blood-colored array, binding Mo Hua in place, making him unable to move.

Master She's face was slightly pale, and his figure was a little faint, but he couldn't help but be proud, laughing coldly:

"Little ghost, don't think, I am actually an array master!"

"This is the blood sacrifice array bestowed upon me by my god master, which I have studied my entire life. In the nightmare woven by my god master, this door blood sacrifice array, with blood as ink and dream as medium, is unbreakable."

"You just stay trapped here and be torn apart alive by these demons, swallowed into their bellies mouthful by mouthful..."

"They've been hungry for a long time..."

Master She finished speaking, turned around, and walked away.

It wanted to escape from here quickly before the demons finished eating Mo Hua.

Otherwise, these hungry demons might not necessarily not eat him too.

Except for the god master, these demons might not listen to anyone's command.

Master She's back was hurried, but he hadn't walked long before he felt a different aura behind him. He turned around to look and his pupils widened violently.

He saw hundreds of demons, with astonishing momentum, layer upon layer, surrounding that little ghost watertight.

But despite this, the numerous ferocious demons only dared to bare their teeth within three feet, drooling foul saliva, and roaring in low voices.

Their gaze was greedy, but they didn't dare to move forward, as if they were wary of something...

No, not wary.

These demons were like facing a great enemy, they were... fearing something!

Fear?

Master She's heart went cold.

Then he saw Mo Hua, who was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious demons, his gaze cold, a strange divine sense flowing through his body, instantly illusioning out three layers of ink-colored black shadows, like three layers of Daoist robes, putting them on his body.

Mo Hua spread his arms, and the strange thoughts followed his actions, leaving behind heavy shadows.

In the blink of an eye, divine sense galloped rapidly.

Above the ground, mysterious and complex array patterns, like rising tides and springing vines, crazily spread around.

In just a few breaths, a majestic and grand mountain fire trapping and killing array had already been cast.

Mo Hua's pupils were black and pure, and he softly chanted:

"Kill!"

Divine sense boiled, the array exploded, like a powerful flame hurricane sweeping over, burning and killing all the demons within the array in turn.

Master She's gaze was terrified, his legs went weak, and he fell directly to the ground, struggling several times, but fundamentally unable to climb up.

When he raised his head again, he found that Mo Hua was already standing in front of him without knowing when.

"Make another small move, and I'll just pinch you to death."