In the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation.

The huge heart, as the "Eye of the Array", began to pulsate continuously.

The blood river in the earth veins flows rapidly, and blood flows through the skeletons of the giant beasts.

The formation pivot emits a blood-red light in sequence, and the dead beast soul is wailing, but its body serves as a organ of the blood sacrifice, supporting the operation of the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array, building a "hotbed" for the resurrection of the evil god.

An ancient will of terror began to spread between heaven and earth.

Mr. Tu looked at the bloody and magnificent everything in front of him and felt the ancient aura. His expression was shaken for a moment. He was both excited and unbelievable. Then he turned his head to look at Mo Hua, and a chill appeared in his heart.

"Mr. Tu, I succeeded."

The ink painting's spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted, his face was pale, and he showed a gratified smile.

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work."

Mr. Tu nodded, then stretched out his long, white hand, holding Mo Hua's shoulder tightly, and with the other hand, he took out a short sacrificial knife and stabbed it into Mo Hua's chest with one knife.

He was in the realm of the feathering realm, and Mo Hua could not resist, so he could only watch the short knife pierced into his chest, and his expression changed drastically: "Mr. Tu, what are you doing------."

Mr. Tu's eyes were cold:

"You are a variable, I can't keep you."

The ink painting is incredible, both shocked and angry, "You-"

But he soon couldn't speak.

Bloodlines grew on the sacrificial knife, like tentacles, entangled, penetrated into Mo Hua's chest, merged into his meridians, parasitized on him, and completely controlled him.

The body is the cage of spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness is also based on the physical body.

Once the body is controlled, it is absorbed by the sacrificial knife and is depressed. The spiritual consciousness will naturally be exhausted and trapped and fall into drowsiness.

These are two seals.

The Great Wilderness holy object sealed the divine thoughts of Mo Hua and the gods in his sea of ​​consciousness.

But even so, Mr. Tu was still worried, so he stabbed his chest with a sacrificial knife, and the bloodshot dominated by evil thoughts parasitizes on his body and seals his vitality.

The Great Wilderness Sacred Relic, plus the Blade of Blood Sacrifice.

The sea of ​​consciousness and the body are double seals to completely "suppress" the ink painting.

Mr. Tu is a majestic person, and ink painting is just a foundation building. The difference between cultivation and means is too big. At this moment, when he suddenly changed, ink painting has no power to resist.

He felt his limbs were weak, his body was weak, and his spiritual consciousness was also in a drowsy. His whole body seemed to be pulled into the abyss of darkness, and he kept sinking into the depths. No matter what, he couldn't wake up.

Mo Hua fell into a coma and slowly fell to the ground.

His body and spiritual consciousness were completely sealed.

Mr. Tu was at ease.

He doesn't like this "uncontrollable" feeling.

Especially this ink painting, he can learn anything he teaches, and he will learn everything quickly, and after he understands it, he will quickly apply what he learns.

It's really outrageous.

Mr. Tu did want the ink painting to "degenerate", but the premise is that this "degenerate" is controllable, within his control, and cannot be seen from his palm.

But now, ink paintings are "degenerating" too quickly.

If he lets him develop like this, he will probably be able to replace his "Mr. Tu" in a few years.

He has become the new "dear" of the Great Wilderness God Lord and the "Mr. Mo" who is honored by all evil demons.

Mr. Tu is cold and sharp.

Therefore, this Son must not be left behind before the Lord of God is resurrected!

You must never give the Lord God the chance to "poet" him.

Otherwise, there would never be any place in the temple of the Great Wilderness God Lord.

Mr. Tu had a vague premonition that even though he had worked diligently and worked hard for the great cause of the Lord of God for so many years, he would never be able to "compete for favor" with this kid.

He could see that this boy, who was obviously from a low-born background and had poor spiritual roots, was extremely spiritual and insightful, had a very high affinity with the Dao, and even had an inexplicable "charming" power.

This "charm" is like this for people and God.

Otherwise, this kid would not have been so favored by the evil god from Taixu Sect.

The evil god of Taixu Sect seems to really treat him as a "personal son" and the "God gift" given to him is as much as if he doesn't have money.

As a god "deprived lackey", Mr. Tu has no way to understand such things.

However, it doesn't matter.

These things are soon no longer worth worrying about.

because-

A trace of evil flashed in Mr. Tu's eyes.

"He is about to be mine, so there is no need to divide you and me anymore-

Mr. Tu picked up the ink painting with one hand and walked out, leaving the eyes of the blood sacrifice formation. With a thought, he summoned two half-human and half-demon demons, threw the ink paintings to them, and ordered:

"Take the blood pool and do what I told you before."

The two demons said hoarsely: "Yes", and then, one in front and one behind, carried the ink painting, gradually drifting away, and disappeared into the flesh and blood city wall of the maze.

After "cooking" the ink paintings, Mr. Tu's hidden worries gradually disappeared.

But soon, another trace of doubt arose in his heart.

And this doubt is getting deeper and deeper.

Mr. Tu turned around, returned to the blood sacrifice center, stepped on the bones of the giant beast, and drew the formations drawn by ink one by one, carefully checked them again, and then frowned.

"Yes-"

"It is indeed drawn according to the established array diagram, and the strokes are not bad. At most, it is just a little different in the brushwork, but it does not affect the meaning of the array itself-."

This is the ancient pattern of the mysterious formation "conventional", which is profound and obscure. The ink painting is drawn according to the picture. Even if it is drawn very quickly, it is not a problem.

But Mr. Tu was not relieved. He checked it from beginning to end again. As he checked it, he couldn't help but sneer and laughed at himself:

"Even if it's a monster in the formation, after all, it's just a foundation building, and a little devil who has lived for more than 20 years."

"It would be too polite to be so afraid of him-

Mr. Tu sneered and then no longer had any worries.

He lived for thousands of years. In the past thousand years, he had dealt with all kinds of monks in human skin and met all kinds of people.

These people, either deceived by him, used by him, or erased by him, eventually became the "stepstones" for him to lay his plans.

People are used to "use".

If you use it, throw it away or kill it, and then disappear with time, there will be no need for any more cause and effect.

The same is true for this little ghost called "Ink Painting".

His "mission" has been completed, and his "destiny" has ended here.

As the millennium plan is completed, the Lord of God is about to come, but his own destiny will usher in a transformation that changes the world.

In Mr. Tu's eyes, blood-red light flashed and burned with fiery ambitions.

"It's time to prepare - 'please ask God' -"

In the academic profession.

The day that should be coming, if nothing unexpected happens, it will come.

As expected by Shitu Situ, he borrowed the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation to sense the secrets of heaven, and then all this happened in front of him.

It's true, it happened to be the fourteenth day.

The blood sacrifice progress was very slow in the first seven days, and it was even slower than before.

But the next seven days, it suddenly accelerated several times, as if someone was secretly rushing and pushing the situation forward.

Situ Zhenren's face was as deep as water.

He realized that the game of chess in front of him was perhaps more than he thought about the "master" behind the scenes who could not be seen clearly.

And he really felt the terrifying aura in the bloody sky.

This is his—

"Death Calamity."

Situ Zhen sighed.

Those who practice the secrets of heaven have gained insights into the worldly truths that ordinary people cannot see, and know how to seek blessings and avoid misfortunes, and turn misfortunes into good fortune.

But in this way, the secrets of heaven will be often leaked and the cause and effect will be tampered with.
To be continued...