Mo Hua understood the purpose of this Divine Remains:
If it could kill him, then it would.
If it couldn’t kill him, it would exhaust him, drain his flesh and blood, shatter his Sea of Consciousness, and ruin his physical body.
That would be equivalent to death for him.
And if he couldn’t quickly destroy it, the one to die in the end would still be "himself."
The Divine Remains looked at Mo Hua and said openly, "You truly are clever."
But Mo Hua was not happy at all.
He knew that if he didn’t co up with a plan to swiftly slaughter this "Divine Remains," once his body was destroyed, he would be unable to cultivate the Dao anymore.
Moreover, he could not afford to wear himself out.
To battle this Third Grade Divine Remains, he had been continuously depleting his "Divine Marrow." The Divine Marrow was precious and hard to obtain; he simply couldn’t afford to exhaust it.
By now, he was close to being "spent exhaustively in both oil and lamp."
Mo Hua looked up at the Divine Remains and said openly, "You are strong, but now I’m going to slay you, you’re going to die."
The empty eyes of the Divine Remains slightly trembled, then it chuckled softly:
"With your Dao, you still can’t slay . Your Dao is too mixed..."
"Though mixed, it is plentiful," Mo Hua said.
He then dispersed the Taia Mountain Opening Sword in his hand, his hands forming an imaginary grip, raised above his head. In the depths of his eyes, golden light flowed, and his entire aura suddenly transford, like a mountain or an abyss, like a saint who shows compassion to all living beings, yet like a deity who shows indifference to all life.
At the sa ti, countless Divine Thoughts transford into flowing light, congregating between the imaginary grips of Mo Hua’s hands.
First was the Formation, then the Formation circulated, manifesting a Sword Array, ultimately condensing into various Sword Forms.
The first was the relentless, unceasing, yet ever-forward Taia Mountain Opening Sword.
Following it was the sharp-edged, golden-glow blazing Sever Gold Sword.
The icy and eerie Gui Water Sword...
The raging Li Fire Sword...
...
One formation after another, condensed into a Sword Array, transford into Sword Forms, overlapped in Mo Hua’s hands, converging into the embryonic form of an "Godslaying Sword," its light dazzling, extrely sharp, instilling a vague dread.
This "Godslaying Sword," because it incorporated nurous "Transforming Sword Skills," boasted a mottled luster and circulating Laws, longer and wider than his previous Sword of Divine Thought.
The Divine Remains watched in stunned disbelief.
It never expected that such a "hodgepodge" Divine Thought Sword Skill would exist in this world.
Moreover, Mo Hua was right, "though mixed, it is plentiful..."
The Formation Dao, Five Elents Dao, Sword Dao contained within were so nurous it was inconceivable, numbing its scalp...
No matter its power, this must not be allowed to manifest.
While Mo Hua was condensing Qi and gathering strength, the Blood Qi surrounding the Divine Remains surged, transforming into a blood light, charging straight at Mo Hua, the Blood Blade in its hand aiming for Mo Hua’s forehead.
But just as it reached halfway, Mo Hua’s pupils glinted, sinister prison-like sword light ford a Sword Dao prison, directly suppressing the Divine Remains.
The sword pierced through the shoulder blades, and the prison suppressed the Seven Souls.
Soul-Shocking Sword!
At this point, Mo Hua paid no heed to taboos, directly using the Soul-Shocking Sword Skill he had originally "sealed."
The Divine Remains was instantly intimidated into immobility, its mind filled with fear.
It calculated that within five breaths, it could break this Divine Thought Technique, but this ti was enough for the Divine Fetus boy in front of it to successfully condense his unknown Sword Form.
"Then Dao against Dao, let’s see who lives and who dies..."
The Divine Remains’ killing intent was resolute, scarlet eyes seeping blood.
Not just its eyes, its entire body was drenched in blood, becoming blood-soaked, powerful and terrifying.
An aura of "Dao" emanated from it, infused with slaughter, cruelty, obliteration, murder, a deathly stillness, and the aning of "blood."
The blood surrounding the Divine Remains gathered upward, forming a bright scarlet blade above its head, a "Blood-Slaughter Blade" that claid innurable lives and devoured endless blood.
After the Blood Blade condensed, its powerful Divine Thought Aura spread out, its bloody yet pure Law of Dao above Mo Hua’s hodgepodge "Godslaying Sword."
The Divine Remains’ eyes revealed cruelty.
"This Divine Fetus boy is certain to die today."
And at this mont, Mo Hua’s gaze deepened, his expression solemn, finally beginning to condense the final "Sword Intent."
This was what he practiced diligently day and night, severing his Life Soul, rging it with his Divine Soul through the wounds of Divine Thought, the Tai Xu Sword Flow.
It’s the ancient Sword Dao Origin of the Taixu Gate, painstakingly researched and condensed by generations of predecessors!
"...What is this?!"
Perceiving this aura, the Divine Remains found it hard to believe.
The Tai Xu Sword Intent, ancient and long-lasting, was powerful and unfathomable.
The Sword Dao Origin rged into it, finally granting Mo Hua’s "Godslaying Sword" its embryonic form.
Mo Hua’s hands were gathered above his head, and the Sword of Divine Thought within his hands, its aura surged, the sword doubled in width, its ancient and profound Tai Xu Sword Intent flowing like the dawn of the world, a vast starry sky.
In the shocked and incredulous gaze of the blood-path "Divine Remains," the powerful Tai Xu Divine Thought Sword slashed down forcefully.
Mo Hua shouted crisply:
"Slay!!"
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