The ink painting steps into the demon's mouth and enters the passage.

The stone walls on both sides are covered with flesh and blood, trembling slightly, with blood on them woven and free, accompanied by a fishy smell and the cause and effect of killing evil. I don’t know how many people’s lives were taken, and they were made of their flesh and blood.

Mo Hua sighed slightly in her heart.

This flesh-and-blood channel connects the earth veins and communicates with various areas of the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Array. It seems that only Mr. Tu, who is the master of the evil path, mastered the secret method of free entry and exit.

Mr. Tu walked in the boundless blood with his ink paintings and walked towards the depths of the blood sacrifice array.

I don’t know how long it took me to leave, but there was a slight light ahead.

Mo Hua looked up and saw another stone wall on the formation. The stone wall was engraved with blood-colored evil patterns with sheep horns, which were sacred and hideous.

This evil pattern of sheep horns seems to be much more clever.

Mr. Tu bent down to the evil pattern of sheep horns, bowed and bowed respectfully to show his respect, and then he used the same trick again, and bloodlines bleeded into the stone wall, melting into the evil pattern.

The stone walls gradually alienated, turning into large mouths of flesh and blood, opening again, revealing the other passage.

Mr. Tu turned around and looked at the ink painting, his eyes were cold:

"Remember, listen to me, I won't kill you. If you do whatever you want, no one can save you."

Mo Hua nodded: "Just don't kill me."

After Mr. Tu finished speaking, his face turned pale and his slender figure as a demon, he lowered his head slightly and walked past the demon's exit.

Mo Hua followed him and walked out of the flesh and blood channel.

At that moment, the cold air rushes to the face, the cold wind roars, and the harsh noises are everywhere. Mo Hua looks up and is shocked, and he is completely stunned.

In front of me is an extremely magnificent evil building under construction.

The huge evil spirit weapon was digging the mountain and constantly expanding to the surroundings.

The solemn and gloomy palaces, pavilions, pavilions and rooms are lined up one after another.

Countless evil and demon cultivators shuttled through them like ants.

The main body of the building is a hall at the highest point, with demon bones as beams, sheep horns flying eaves, and countless strange-shaped demon statues around them kneeling down to the middle, arching an extremely huge statue of an evil god.

The statue of the evil god in the Great Wilderness.

This is a boundless and magnificent temple of evil gods that carries countless crazy beliefs and welcomes the arrival of the true body of the evil god.

And the grander the "miracle", the easier it is to make people believe.

Even in the ink painting, looking at this huge statue of the evil god, although it was not built and the statue of the evil god did not really come, there was a hint of "worshiping" in my heart.

Fortunately, this thought only appeared for a moment and was destroyed.

In life, I worship the heaven, earth and parents. I am just a demon god in the wilderness, but it is not worth his worship.

Mr. Tu has been walking in front of the ink painting, but from the corner of his eyes, his divine thoughts have been paying attention to the ink painting. He can sense the shakenness in his heart when the ink painting sees the statue.

This is the instinct of a mortal.

But this wavering was like a stone falling into an endless deep pool in just a moment, without a single ripple.

The ink painting's eyes are clear, and when he looks at the statue, it is like looking at a "dead object".

Mr. Tu's pupils shrank slightly, and his face gradually became darker.

The two continued to walk forward and entered the Evil God Temple. What they saw along the way were all kinds of evil and evil things. They all went to a hall and met someone head-on.

This person has a deep cultivation, a majestic face, and has deep nasolabial folds. He is obviously in the temple of the evil gods, but he is wearing a Taoist robe and looks quite an alien.

And this person is also known to me.

Shangguan Wang...

The fifth-rank Taoist family, the elder of the Shangguan family's Yuhua Realm, has great authority in the family, and has even been almost the leader of the Shangguan family.

And he is also the one who abducted Yuer.

Mo Hua's eyes shrank, and he thought to himself that since this old man could appear in the evil god temple deep in the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Formation, he had obviously become the minions of the evil god of the Great Wilderness, and was in love with Mr. Tu.

But ink painting is also very confusing.

The fifth-rank family of Ganxue, who has become a powerful elder, holds great power, and is so honorable.

What benefits did Mr. Tu, or the evil god of the Great Wilderness, give this old man Shangguan, and make him willing to give up all this and turn to the dark?

While Mo Hua looked at Shangguan Wang, Shangguan Wang also saw Mo Hua. His originally cold and indifferent face instantly felt a little moved.

"It's you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It's me."

Shangguan Wang looked at Mr. Tu and said coldly: "What is this? Why did you bring this kid?"

Mr. Tu said piously: "This is the gift of the Lord of God."

Shangguan Wang frowned, thought for a while, and said coldly: "Kill this kid."

Mo Hua stood behind Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu shook his head, "This son cannot be killed."

Shangguan Wang said slowly: "Mr. Tu, don't blame me for not reminding you that this kid is very evil. Please save his life and be careful of the gutter capsized."

Mo Hua's face was very unhappy and thought to himself that you, a group of evil demons, are you embarrassed to say that I am a dignified righteous monk, "evil"?

Mr. Tu still said indifferently: "You can't kill it."

Shangguan Wang looked at the ink painting sinisterly and said nothing more. Even if he was a majestic and had a high position and a powerful position, he could not truly disobey Mr. Tu's wishes.

Mr. Tu turned around and said to Mo Hua: "You will stay in this place of blessing of the Lord of God for a while. I have found you a place to live, and you can follow me."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Tu took a step and walked towards the hall on the right.

Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu closely, and didn't even look at Shangguan Wang at all.

But Shangguan Wang stared at the ink painting, and the nasolabial folds on his face gathered together, and his expression looked extremely sharp.

...

Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu into the hall and continued to walk forward. After passing a period of relief demon murals in the Great Wilderness, he stepped onto the long steps.

But this step does not move upward, but leads to the underground. It goes deeper and deeper, darker and narrower, wetter and more gloomy. It goes all the way to the end and finally comes to the residence that Mr. Tu prepared for Mo Hua:

A dungeon.

This dungeon is very deep, closed, dark and dull, and cliffs everywhere, making people feel desperate when they look.

Mo Hua looked at it silently for a moment and reminded Mr. Tu:

"I am a genius in the sword competition and the leader of the formation. People usually call me 'Captain Prince of Taixu Sect'..."

What the implication is that you let the "Crown Prince" live in a place like this?

As the "master" of the evil god of the Great Wilderness, isn't your way of treating guests a bit too rude?

Mr. Tu said lightly: "This is the most solemn courtesy. If you keep you here, you will feel at ease and I will worry."

"Please." Mr. Tu said a kind word, but his tone was hoarse and ugly, like a monster.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

There was no choice but to go to prison with honesty.

Mr. Tu sealed the prison door and left without saying a word to Mo Hua. He just came to the door of the dungeon and in a stern tone, he urged several golden elixir magic cultivators who were guarding the dungeon in a stern tone:

"Stay safe and do not have any slackness or any slight mistakes..."

Mr. Tu didn't say anything later, but all the demon cultivators felt cold in their hearts.

If something goes wrong, what will happen? These people guarding the dungeon will naturally know better than anyone else.

These demon cultivators bowed their bodies and didn't dare to breathe.

After Mr. Tu said this, he left.

Until Mr. Tu walked away, the gloomy aura that made his scalp numb and dissipated. Only then did the several demon cultivators slowly stand up and dare to breathe heavily. At the same time, they were confused.

A cold-faced demon cultivator frowned:

"This is the deepest level of the Great Wilderness Prison. The cultivators who are imprisoned, at least in the late stage of the Golden Pill, have been imprisoned. Now there is only one foundation-building cultivator?"

"Even Mr. Tu looks cautious and not careless at all... Who is this kid?"

The other few demon cultivators were scolded when they were about to speak:

"Shut up!"

"Don't worry about other people's business, ask less nonsense, and be a job here. The more you talk, the faster you die."

Everyone was silent when they heard this.

A tall and hideous demon cultivator sneered:

"Mr. Tu is so profound and has his own principles in his actions. A person who can make Mr. Tu be cautious, even if he builds the foundation, is not something you can talk too much."
To be continued...