The heart trembled in the ink painting.

It is composed of ancient strange patterns, obtained from endless wilderness abyss. It was improved by the great witch Zhu of the Great Witch, and later enfeoffed by the Shentu royal family, and was engraved in a statue of an evil god with human face, sheep horns, white bones...

This is what the second elder of the Demon Sect, and also the Great Witch Zhu of the Great Witch, told Mo Hua before he died.

Now, I am in the depths of the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Array, on the core of the flesh and blood maze, and on the altar where the true body of the evil god descends.

And this altar is a place forbidden by the evil gods, and it is forbidden for the mortal fetus to enter.

Mr. Tu himself may not dare to step onto this altar to avoid blaspheming his God Lord.

Therefore, there is a high probability that the evil god statue with human face, sheep horn, white bones in front of you is the one in the mouth of the second elder that contains the ancient formation map of the Great Wilderness.

Time is urgent, so there is no time to hesitate.

"If you don't pull this wool at this time, you may not have another chance in your life..."

Ink painting took two steps in three steps at once, jumped to the evil god on the white bones, released his spiritual sense, and peered at the evil god statue inside, inside, outside and outside, carefully and inch by inch.

Above the statue of the evil god, there is the terrifying pressure of the evil god of the Great Wilderness.

But the "Prince" of the evil god was caught by Mo Hua and suppressed. He naturally didn't take the remaining evil god's pressure seriously.

In this way, Mo Hua treated the blood-stained and gloomy statue of the evil white bone god as a "toy", and studied it all over the place. After thinking about it for a long time, the emperor finally paid off. He found a trace of abnormal energy in the statue's head.

This ray of energy is very light, deep, and subtle.

It seems that there is a master who has laid out the cause and effect of the Shinto and concealed the relevant secrets.

This method that is almost "shen hidden" is extremely clever.

If the ink painting was not a "demigod", the divine thoughts and Taoism were different from ordinary people, and had learned the Tianyan Art and practiced the Tianji Yanjue, had a sharp spiritual consciousness and strong intuition to cause and effect, and had learned the relevant secrets from the second elder in advance.

Otherwise, he would never have been able to detect the ancient and shocking secret hidden in the head of this evil god.

And now, this secret is about to fall into my own hands.

Jie Dan's natal formation map is also waving to him.

Mo Hua was excited and couldn't wait to jump onto the head of the evil god statue. His spiritual sense swept over carefully. Sure enough, several cracks were found from the back of the head of the white bones of the goat horn. Among the cracks, there was a black and broken hole, which reached the brain of the god statue. The cause and effect in the skull was obscure, and something seemed to be hidden.

Ancient, fierce aura is floating in the dark.

Mo Hua's face, pressed against the evil god's skull, reached out to the back of the evil god's head, groping from it, trying to see what could be taken out.

Just at this moment, there was movement in the hall.

A piece of flesh and blood that was gnawed out of recognition by demon cultivators and demon cultivators began to tremble, then slowly wriggled, absorbing the blood on the ground, condensed again, and turned into a tall, thin, dead white human form like a demon.

After the human form condensed, the breath was weak, pale as paper, revealing evil and dead silence. Finally, the face was distorted, revealing a human face.

This is Mr. Tu's face.

His blood ritual was interrupted by ink paintings.

The soul lamp was blown out by the ink painting, and the soul was backfired.

The body was also filthy and bloody demon cultivator who was manipulated by Mo Hua using the Daoxin Demon.

In various senses, it suffered heavy damage.

But even so, he was still not dead.

He was a god of evil spirits, and had long abandoned his human body, turned into a demon, and dedicated everything to the evil gods in the Great Wilderness. It was impossible for him to die so simply.

It is only because the body and soul have suffered severe damage that the spiritual consciousness becomes drowsy.

But his vitality was extremely strong. After resting, he finally calmed down. His spiritual consciousness retraceed and temporarily reconstructed his body.

Mr. Tu finally opened his dead gray eyes again.

But the next moment, he was stunned, his heart filled with indescribable shock and anger.

All around are flesh and blood and limbs.

Hundreds of demon cultivators, all of whom were dead, looked miserable and hideous, as if they had experienced tragic torture.

The hall is filled with evil thoughts, fear and despair.

For a moment, Mr. Tu almost thought that the place he was in was not the Blood Sacrifice Hall, but the Purgatory of the Great Wilderness.

"When I'm not here...what happened?!"

"Why are all the demon cultivators dead?"

"How did they die? Who made the harsh move?"

"Who blew my soul lamp?"

"Who is breaking my plan?"

Mr. Tu opened his eyes wide, his dark brown eyes were bulging, and his heart was filled with anger and confusion.

After a moment, his anger subsided slightly and his reason gradually recovered. Only then did Mr. Tu suddenly realize that there were still people in the hall!

"who?!"

Mr. Tu suddenly looked up, his eyes like a sword, and looked at the ink painting on the altar, and then suddenly his pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with shock.

Ink painting?!

This kid is not dead?!

A short sword of blood sacrifice sealed his body.

The Great Wilderness holy object suppresses his soul.

He also arranged four golden elixir demons and gave them a death order. As soon as the God Lord woke up, he would use the guillotine to cut the boy Mo Hua's head and use his sea of ​​consciousness and head to graft his brand new demon body.

With such heavy seals and strict guarding, how could this boy with only foundation-building cultivation not die?

How could he not die?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Mr. Tu's heart was filled with storm, so after a few breaths, he gradually saw the movements of the ink painting and realized what the ink painting was doing.

A sense of anger surged into my heart, and Mr. Tu's eyes instantly turned blood red, his head buzzed, and his chest was almost suffocated.

This damn little devil who was cut into pieces...

What is he doing?!

He actually rode on the head of the Lord of God and reached out to stumble on the Lord of God's mind?!

This statue of the Lord of God is one of the oldest statues in the Great Wilderness.

He himself respectfully, kneeled down to worship, and did not dare to blaspheme at all, nor did he even dare to look up and look directly, but now, this statue of the God Lord was ridden under Mo Hua, so humiliated.

Mr. Tu was so angry that his eyes were dizzy, and a mouthful of blood was blocked in his chest, and he almost vomited it out. He almost wanted to rush up and tear Mo Hua apart to vent his hatred.

But the only remaining reason restrained his impulse.

This is the altar of the Lord of God, the "forbidden area" born by the Lord of God. He did not dare to go up rashly, otherwise it would be an offense to the Lord of God.

Mr. Tu took a deep breath and tried to be calm, but his voice couldn't help but tremble:

"You... come down..."

Mo Hua blinked, and not only did he not come down, but his arms were clenched deeper into it. He felt a cool, moist, and gloomy thing like bone fragments from the skull of the evil god statue. He immediately jumped, he clewed out with his fingers, and silently put it in his own skull ring.

Mr. Tu's eyes were red and he wanted to eat the ink painting.

"You come down..." he said again.

Mo Hua lay on the head of the evil god statue, without saying anything, but his mind kept turning.

Mr. Tu is so powerful that he can't beat him at all.

The demons in the hall were all killed by him with the Taoist heart demon. Without these puppets and "toys", he could not restrain Mr. Tu.

The altar he was in seemed to be Mr. Tu's "forbidden area", and he dared not enter easily, so this most dangerous altar of evil gods was the safest place for him.

Otherwise, once he left the altar, Mr. Tu, who was furious, would have wished he would be able to remove himself from the spot.

At this time, Mo Hua had no good way to escape from Mr. Tu, so it was impossible to leave the altar or the statue of the gods.

The situation is a bit stalemate.

Mr. Tu also kept looking at the ink painting with murderous eyes.

The two of them confronted each other like this.

After a moment, Mr. Tu calmed down for a while, his mind moved, and his expression was pale, and he realized the bigger problem.

The altar is filled with the strong breath of the Lord of God.

Logically speaking, the Blood Sacrifice has been successful and the God Lord has arrived.

That Mo Hua's son rode on the head of the God Lord and stumbled on the head of the God Lord. He was so rebellious that he should be punished by the God Lord by the God Lord. But why was the God Lord indifferent and the boy Mo Hua's son safe and sound?

Why?

Where is the Lord of God?
To be continued...