Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu and stepped into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. In an instant, countless demon cultivators, either crazy or sinister, looked at each other.

Most people are looking at Mr. Tu.

But there are also many magic cultivators who are looking at ink paintings.

A look of wrongness appeared on the faces of many demon cultivators.

They didn't understand why such a strange and special boy was followed by Mr. Tu.

Mo Hua is handsome, wearing the Taoist robe of the Zhengdao Sect, and has a clear and uninhabited atmosphere. However, she wears an ancient tight tooth and tight ring on her forehead, and has a bit of wild and exotic charm. She looks both righteous and evil, both pure and wild, and has a very special temperament, like a pride of the righteous and sage son of the wild and wild.

Everyone guessed the identity of the ink painting, and the scene became quiet for a moment.

Mr. Tu took a look at the ink paintings, walked to the main seat at the high place of the hall, and sat down.

Mo Hua had no seat, so she stood beside Mr. Tu openly.

The eyes of the demon cultivator were patrolling Mo Hua, but no one spoke.

A ghost-headed monk with a skeleton necklace hanging around his neck seemed to recognize something, his eyes suddenly opened and he said slowly:

"Mr. Tu is this kid?"

Mr. Tu nodded, "His name is Mo Hua."

As soon as these two words came out, the whole room was filled with noise.

"Ink painting!"

"The eight major geniuses, the leader of Qianxue Formation, the prince of Taixu Sect——"

"It's this monster!"

"Mr. Tu actually captured this son? He really has great magical powers."

Mo Hua was a little confused. He didn't know when he was so famous. It seemed that he had heard of his "big name" in the golden elixir magic cultivators all over the field, and he looked very excited when he saw him.

However, their "excited" seems not a good thing.

"This boy is too evil, kill him." A demon cultivator said.

"That day, I transformed into a human skin and mixed in the crowd to see this guy with his own eyes. He has a combination of formations and means.

It's really scary."

"If he keeps his life, he will suffer a great disaster in time."

"It's a pity to kill it. It's better to eat it with me raw. I have eaten it in my life, but I haven't tasted it. The taste of the 'human flesh' of the genius of Qianxue."

A female devil in red dress, beautiful and bright red lips covered her lips and giggled:

"You rough guys are so confused. It's a pity to kill and eat such a handsome boy. It's better to follow me and taste all the romance. It's not in vain to live your life."

A black-robed demon cultivator sneered, "It would be better to be killed if you enter the curtain of your Hehuan Sect."

"This kid is so delicate and weak that he can't stand your temper."

The beautiful female cultivator in red ignored him and stared at Mo Hua's face, licked her red lips and her eyes were watery:

"When I have such a good look, how can I bear to be able to take care of myself? I will ask him to pick me up and replenish my body."

There are not many handsome men in this world.

But like ink paintings, it is both pure and gentle, and is as graceful as a face as a god, but is rare in the world.

Not to mention, his human nature is lively and dignified, and his magical taboo temperament makes people forget their gods even more.

Ordinary people may not feel it deeply, but the female cultivator in the Hehuan Sect has seen countless people and naturally knows that such extraordinary appearances are the best of Hehuan. Whether it is practicing the "love" path or the "desire", it is not as innate treasure.

This female cultivator in red was in a state of turmoil.

The demon cultivator beside him sneered.

The hall was noisy, and Mr. Tu's eyes were slightly condensed and he said:

"quiet."

The demon cultivator was crazy and never obeyed the rules, but after hearing this sentence "silent and quiet", he gradually stopped accepting his voice.

As the devil of the feather and the evil god "spokesman", Mr. Tu is obviously very prestige.

The noise in the hall gradually stopped.

Mr. Tu said in a deep voice: "Before the Lord of God resurrection, this son would not allow Kai, not kill, or violate, otherwise he would be regarded as the Lord of God."

The devils in the field were filled with trembling hearts.

However, since Mr. Tu said, they also extinguished their thoughts. The thoughts that they could not be extinguished could only be temporarily suppressed in their hearts and did not dare to expose them.

The storm caused by ink painting receded, Mr. Tu sat in a high position, looking down at the audience, and said with a slight nose:

"The Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Ten Thousand Demons Association, now it starts--"

Under the organization of Mr. Tu, a group of demons began to discuss the specific matters of the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array.

They were talking about "serious things".

The ink painting was right beside him, listening silently.

His sea of ​​consciousness was blocked by Mr. Tu, and his personal freedom was also restricted. There were so many demons around him and were still trapped in this magnificent evil god temple, so naturally he could not make any storms.

Mr. Tu only brought him by his side and kept it at his own eyes. In addition, he ignored him. Mo Hua also showed his proper "honestness". He stood beside Mr. Tu obediently, listened to the demon below, "reported" the progress of the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array, and based on this, he continued to make up for his construction and speculation of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

At the same time, he was also quietly paying attention to the origins and origins of the demons in the field.

What surprised Mo Hua was that the forces where these demons were located were actually very wide, and many of the demon sects were famous, and he had heard of them before.

Wan Yao Mountain, Blood Refining Sect.

These two demonic sects are most involved in the blood sacrifice.

The establishment of the Demon Refining Mountain Ten Thousand Demon Valley comes from the Demonic Tathao Giant Sect and Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The blood-sucking technique of Yanluoshan Demon Sect comes from the ancient Demon Sect and Blood Refining Sect.

Mr. Tu obviously has "in-depth" cooperation with these two demon sects, otherwise it would be impossible to use these two sets of demon sect inheritances directly.

There are also the most demon cultivators and demon cultivators in these two demon sects in the field.

Ink painting has long been suspicious of this, but it is not surprising.

In addition, there are also some "familiar faces".

For example, the "Demon Sword Sect" that carries a demon sword and is a sword slave;

The "Yin Zi Valley" that collects corpses, raises corpses, and refines corpses;

There is also the "Xuanmo Sect" that uses humans to refine the demon fetus,

Most of the people who participated in the Square Demon Society and discussed siege and kill his master were probably the demon sects.

The only thing that I don’t have much contact with is Hehuan Sect.

The beautiful female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who was born in the field, dressed in red and had red lips, stared at Mo Hua from time to time. The look seemed to be about to "eat" him, which made Mo Hua very uncomfortable.

Therefore, ink painting has a very poor impression of Hehuan Sect.

Another thing that Mo Hua cares a lot about is about Xuanmo Sect.

The person who is in charge of the Xuanmo Sect is a late-stage demon cultivator wearing a black robe. He said:

"Young Master has an urgent matter, so I will go back to the sect first and ask me to participate in this meeting of Ten Thousand Demons for him-"

This sentence made the ink painting a little puzzled.

The young master in his words should refer to "Young Master Xuan".

But hasn’t Mr. Xuan already died in the Gushan tomb?

He is not dead?

Or is the black-robed golden elixir of Xuanmo Sect telling lies?

Mo Hua frowned slightly, feeling that there was something strange about this matter.

According to common sense, this young master Xuan would never "live" out of the Gushan Mountain-

He silently recorded this matter in his heart, thinking that he would figure it out when he had time, and then continued to eavesdrop and observe.

Taking advantage of the discussion of the devils, Mo Hua learned about their background in this way.

After learning about the devil of Jindan, Mo Hua remained silent and looked at the stage from the corner of his eyes.

Although there are different orders on the high pedestal of the hall, there are three monks who are roughly on par with Mr. Tu.

A man with deep nasolabial folds is a traitor from the Shangguan family and Shangguan Wang from the Yuhua Realm.

The other two, one of them, described the dead manuscript, was like an old slave, carrying a heavy black iron sword box behind them.

The other half-corpse and half-human, the left side is a human face, the right side is like a corpse, and there is a blood-patterned golden coffin standing beside him.

These two people are both the transformation of the demonic way.

Since entering the hall, these two men have put their energy into their minds and have no sound at all, but their energy is extremely terrifying.
To be continued...