Mo Hua guessed that these two people would probably not only be the early stage of the feathering state.

The two eagle demons kept silent, Mo Hua only glanced at the corner of his eyes and then withdrew his gaze.

At this level of cultivation, especially the real person of the Demonic Dao, he dared not spy too much to avoid causing trouble.

These two eagle demons with profound cultivation seem to not care about ink paintings, and just blindly close their eyes and rest assured.

In the main hall, the discussion is still underway.

After discussing for a long time, the issue naturally entered the next stage.

"Mr. Tu—" A bald arhat with a python tattoo on his body bowed to Mr. Tu, "We are doing the things. I hope you don't break your promise"

"My Ten Thousand Demons Mountain is not very demanding. Just slaughter a mountain world covered by the Blood Sacrifice Array to slaughter people and use them to collect monsters."

As soon as he said this, other demon cultivators also spoke:

"My Blood Refining Sect's Sect has told me that I need to use a city of monks to raise a blood pool, Yanshui City is good...

"The dead body, I have all wanted the Yin Zi Valley——"

"The corpse of the genius, my Xuanmo Sect wants to raise the demon fetus--

"There is a large-scale weapon refining shop in Gushan that I don't know who built. After the city was slaughtered, it happened to use ready-made human blood.

Human flesh, sacrifices and refines the "demonic sword" in the weapon refining shop—"

"I want a thousand strong male cultivators in the foundation-building realm to collect and replenish, and a thousand virgin blood to make "rouge""

The Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation was built, and the surrounding creatures were miserable, including mountains, land, people, blood, and corpses... These are all the best resources for the magic.

All the demon sects want to get a share of this pie.

It is precisely because of this that these demons are willing to collude with Mr. Tu and do this deal with the evil gods of the Great Wilderness.

Mo Hua looked calm, but hatred arises in her heart.

Once you cultivate demons, you will lose your human nature and lose your conscience. You will regard others as puppets, slaves, livestock, food, and consumables.

"All the evil demons and heretics in this world deserve to die."

Looking at these demons, a burst of inexplicable anger surged from Mo Hua's heart, and it churned in Mo Hua's chest.

Mo Hua's face changed and he found that there was a surging evil spirit in this murderous heart that he could not control.

What's going on?

The backlash of the Seven Soul Blood Prison Eye Technique of the Water Jail Gate?

Or was it influenced by the Fire Buddha's true magic method of turning evil?

Or are there too many demons and evil spirits who die in your hands, so they are affected by evil spirits?

Ink painting can't figure it out for a moment.

But his murderous intention in his heart became more and more fierce; influenced by his murderous intention, the evil spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

And this evil spirit even triggered the cause and effect in his fate.

On his back, there was a causal appearance of "Doshan Blood Sea" and faintly emerged. In the Doshan Blood Sea, a terrifying figure of Taoist evil was about to emerge.

The appearance of cause and effect cannot be seen by the naked eye, but monks who are exploring the secrets of heaven can perceive it.

The most sensitive person present is Mr. Tu.

He noticed a terrible "evil aura", and immediately his face changed slightly and turned his head to look at Mo Hua.

But before he could see anything, he suddenly "boomed" and the hall trembled.

Beside the old demon who was half-human and half-house in the vagina, a black yin energy suddenly oozed out from the blood-patterned golden coffin, which was as strong as a tide.

What followed was the sound of the deafening roar of the corpse and the sharp claws that kept scratching the coffin.

The half-human and half-corpse feathered demon immediately opened his eyes wide and said with a trembling voice:

"The golden corpse is awake?!"

Without saying a word, his right arm turned into a huge claw and pressed down on the coffin board.

The sharp claws on the left hand tore the tip of the tongue, dipped in thick blood, and painted some evil talismans on the blood-patterned golden coffin.

But this chariot of the raising household that had never been favorable before seemed to be unable to shake the golden corpse.

The golden corpse was still roaring and struggling through the golden coffin, still rushing against the golden coffin that bound it.

The coffin boards in the vagina valley almost couldn't be suppressed.

And this sudden change of change, the household energy surged, and when frightened, the murderous intent and evil spirit in Mo Hua's heart also faded.

He quickly took a step back, avoided the golden coffin, and then calmed down his mind and calmed down his mind.

The evil spirit disappeared, the bloody cause and effect disappeared, and the terrifying figure that was about to emerge from the sea of ​​blood also lurked in the fate of Mo Hua again.

All abnormalities dissipate.

The abnormal movement of the blood-patterned golden coffin slowly stopped, and the golden corpse in the coffin fell into deep sleep again.

The half-corpse turned into an old demon, sealed the blood-patterned golden coffin again, and then turned his head immediately, looking at Mo Hua fiercely, his eyes filled with incredible vibrations.

The aura of the corpse king?!

Is this kid aura like a king of thousands of families?

Moreover, it is a low-level, controllable, growing, and the most perfect refiner.

The old demon, half-house Yuhua, endured the throbbing in his heart, stretched out his withered fingers, pointed to the ink painting, and his voice mixed with the corrupt air, said to Mr. Tu:

"This kid - I want it!"

Mr. Tu's pupils shrank slightly and he said lightly: "I need a reason."

"This kid's body--" The old demon of Half-Corpsy Eagle stopped and did not say the introduction of the "Corpsy King" but said in a dim look, "There is the inheritance of my Yin Zi Valley."

Mr. Tu frowned.

On the other side, the old sword slave in the Feather Realm said with a dead face: "No. If this kid wants to give it, he can only give it to me."

The old demon, the half-corpse feathered, had a sharp look, "What do you want him?"

The old sword slave said, "He has the lost sword art inheritance from Taixu Sect. I want to use this inheritance to dedicate it to the magic sword and nourish the sword flow."

The old demon of the corpse sneered: "How could he learn the lost inheritance of Taixu Sect by building the foundation?"

The old man from Jiannu also said coldly: "How could he, a disciple of Taixu Sect, bear the inheritance of your vagina Valley?"

The two demonic auras gradually rose and fought against each other.

The two feathered demons were in a cold eye and refused to give in to each other.

The atmosphere in the hall was dull for a moment, and everyone looked nervous.

Shangguan looked at the mountain watching the tiger fight, silently.

Mr. Tu had to speak.

His eyes were low and his voice was hoarse, "I have something to say first. This son has a special identity. The formation is built and the Lord of God will not move this boy before the Lord of God comes. After the Lord of God comes, he will decide his life and death."

"The two of you have the mission of one sect, don't ruin big things for a temporary dispute."

The old demon half-corpse glanced at Mo Hua, endured the desire in his heart, and said nothing.

The old man Jiannu also looked like a dry manuscript and stopped talking.

They want to give Mr. Tu a face.

And at this moment, it is indeed the matter of the Blood Sacrifice Formation that is more important, and it is related to the overall situation of the Demonic Way, so they cannot ignore priorities.

The two old demons of the feathers stopped and the atmosphere was eased.

And if this happens, the Square Demon Society can only end here.

Mr. Tu said: "Many other matters can be discussed later."

"The most urgent task is to open up the world of the heavenly blood sacrifice array, turning all parts of Qianxuezhou into a place where life is damaged.

Offer a hotbed for the resurrection of the Lord of God.”

"Once the Lord of God is born, boundless fear comes to the world, and it is the time when we wait for the demonic path to make a comeback."

The demon monks all looked bloody when they heard this, and their expressions were coveted, and they bowed:

"May be in accordance with the words of Mr. and follow the order of the Lord of God."

When the Ten Thousand Demons Club ended, Mr. Tu personally brought the ink painting to the dungeon deep in the Great Wilderness Prison.

He didn't say anything, but when he left, he looked at Mo Hua deeply, with a little incomprehensible look in his eyes.

Not only is it difficult for him to understand, but ink painting is actually a bit puzzling.

Great Wilderness Prison, in the dungeon.

Mo Hua lays a blanket and lies on the ground, her eyes narrowing slightly, thinking about the events of the Square Demon Society.

Could it be the one who keeps the coffin of the old demon in Yin Zi Valley?
To be continued...