Not only Mr. Xun, but some of the ancestor Dongxu who had practiced the magic of heaven and had intuition of causality in the palace, and the great elder Situ Zhenren of Xuanji Valley, also realized something, and looked into the distance, their bodies were cold and their pupils were trembling.

The chill of a huge "death sign" made them feel terrified.

...

And at the core of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

Mr. Tu, who was reviewing the blood sacrifice formation, was also frightened.

He sensed a sign and the bone-bone chill that seemed to come from the Nine Netherworlds.

Mr. Tu was shocked and then frowned.

The blood sacrifice was completed, the god lord was reborn, and the formation was still in operation.

Although some minor mistakes occurred, the Lord of God was "abducted" away.

But as long as you find a way to find the Lord of God, everything will still develop according to the established plan.

Mr. Tu's face was extremely gloomy, "What's wrong with it? Where..."

Suddenly, cause and effect floated, and Mo Hua's seemingly obedient but cunning gaze flashed through his mind.

Mr. Tu was stunned and his face suddenly changed.

"Ink painting?!"

In the whole thing, the only unknown variable was that the boy named "Mo Hua", the fleshy body that the evil god was boarding.

But what can he do with his cultivation level?

Mr. Tu lowered his head, swept his spiritual sense, and carefully checked the blood sacrifice formation pivot on the bones of the giant beast above the eyes of the heart array.

In particular, the part of the array of the Mo Drawing was repeatedly checked by Mr. Tu many times.

"no problem……"

Mr. Tu breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows became tighter and tighter.

The ink painting was indeed according to his idea, meticulously and accurately portraying the blood sacrifice formation pivot diagram on the skeletons of the ancient beasts in the Great Wilderness.

He had carefully examined these formations before, but found no mistake.

Now he checked it twice, but still found no problems.

Mr. Tu's face was as deep as water.

The feeling of anxiety is getting stronger and stronger.

Logically speaking, no one in the entire blood sacrifice formation could do anything under his nose.

If there is this person, then this person can only be ink painting.

The spiritual consciousness, talent, understanding, and favored by gods made him, the evil god, Zhu, who was in a feathered realm, envied him.

However, the ink painting has low cultivation, poor spiritual roots, weak physical body, and a mere foundation-building realm, and all means are worth mentioning.

The only way he deserves to be looked up to is formation.

If he really left some means to usurp the cause and effect of heaven and influence the overall situation of evil paths, it could only be a formation.

But...What formation can this kid Mo Hua keep?

What tricks can he do under the nose of his feathered monk and fourth-grade formation master?

Mr. Tu didn't really believe it.

But excluding everything is impossible, the only cause and effect left is true, even if it seems ridiculous.

Seeing that Mr. Tu's face was gloomy and terrifying, Shangguan Wang frowned and said, "Mr. Tu, you are..."

Among these transformations, Shangguan Wang has the most selfish desires and the slowest perception of Tianji.

Although the eternal demons of Yin Zi Valley and Demon Sword Sect are sinister and have a strong desire to kill, they are always licking blood at the tip of their swords for many years. Even if they don’t learn the secrets of heaven, they are often suspicious and feel a trace of gloomy fear at this time.

It seemed as if something terrible was about to happen.

"Mr. Tu," Yuhua from Yinzigu said coldly, "What happened?"

Mr. Tu stared at the formation under Mo Huadai, his eyes were too long, and he shook his head and said, "I... don't know either."

This sentence made the three demons present flock and their hearts were thrilled.

Someone has set up a method that even the insidious and vicious Mr. Tu couldn't see through it?

Everyone's faces sank.

And Mr. Tu's expression was even more ugly.

Even he always felt a ticking sound in his ears, as if something was counting down.

Time?

Mr. Tu was stunned. The current situation suddenly made him have an illusion.

It seems that there is a "teacher" who assigned him a test paper and limited him time.

He must answer the questions on the test paper within time.

Otherwise, this teaching will "tear" and make all his achievements and "great achievements" invalid.

But the question is...what is the test paper?

This scheming and shameless teacher even hid the paper?

If he doesn’t even show the test, how can he take the exam?

Mr. Tu's scalp was numb.

Time is still passing by. Every time a tick sounds, it seems like a drum beats in Mr. Tu’s heart, making him feel like a candidate who can’t answer the questions or even find the test questions anywhere. He is worried and anxious.

Seeing this, Yu Huan of Yinzi Valley frowned and said, "Mr. Tu, have you... been deceived?"

"No..." Mr. Tu shook his head.

Words, words, expressions, and behaviors can all deceive people, but intuition in causality often cannot deceive people.

His premonition should not be false.

But... a cheat?

The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.

Mr. Tu was shocked and realized something.

cheat!

Mo Hua is using the formation to "deceive" himself!

In other words, is the formation he drew fake?

Mr. Tu immediately bent down again, pasted the formation patterns under the ink painting, and carefully passed them through them carefully, and finally realized something.

"Fake it! All fake!"

But...why is it fake?

Why?

Mr. Tu changed his mind quickly and suddenly remembered what he said to Mo Hua:

"The mysterious formation is used to let the formation master distinguish between reality and falsehood..."

"The riddle of the puzzle array is 'false', and the answer is 'true'. Only by looking through the appearance can you see the essence of the formation."

At that moment, it seemed like a thunder blew up in his ears. Mr. Tu's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart became cold.

"This kid... used the formation I taught him to deceive me?!"

No...not only that...

Mr. Tu frowned again, looked carefully at the formation left by Mo Hua, and then suddenly realized that what Mo Hua did was much more complicated than he thought.

The so-called mystery array, the riddle is fake, and the answer is true.

But between true and false, it is difficult to distinguish between false and true.

What the ink painting does is to retain the riddle of "fake", but according to his own ideas, he tampers with the answer to the riddle of "true", so that he draws other formations according to his own ideas while the pattern on the surface of the puzzle array remains unchanged.

The puzzle has been tampered with, but the puzzle remains unchanged, but the answer is very different.

Mr. Tu's cheeks twitched, and he felt unbelievable.

The ability of Mo Hua to do this means that his attainment in this ancient "mystery formation" is far superior to his fourth-grade formation master.

He can not only see through the reality and the truth, but also tamper with the reality and define the truth by himself.

This kid...he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

From the beginning, he was lying to himself!

Mr. Tu was so angry that his eyes were red and his heart hurt.

But it's still not finished...
To be continued...