The second-grade formation master is also thin-skinned and a little shy, but he is a good-hearted and enthusiastic, and he does not hide his own personalities in the formation.

It's good to have a relationship with yourself.

Mo Hua turned her head and secretly glanced at the Taoist, feeling a little worried.

My "master" would not kill these people...

He held the sweet potatoes and did not eat them. Instead, he focused on the Taoist Taoist, and found that his breath was stable, his color, sound, smell, taste, touch and magic were all restrained, and there was no sign of using the Dao Heart Demon. Then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The ink painting was while it was hot, and then the light of the warm fire array was smaller.

The night became darker, and the figure of the intrigue Taoist was even darker.

Ink painting nodded slightly.

In this way, Young Master Yun and the others could no longer see the "Master" in their figure.

On the other side, Young Master Yun and the other two found a clean place, sat on the ground, and began to whisper.

It seems that I am afraid that the two outsiders of Mo Hua will hear it, so my voice is very low and my words are obscure.

The ink painting has extraordinary spiritual consciousness and can hear it a little, but it is also vague.

It seemed that the skinny old man wanted to leave, but the middle-aged monk disagreed, while Young Master Yun was a little swaying, wanting to leave, but he was also thinking about something, and he was reluctant to let go.

The middle-aged monk mocked the thin old man, "The older he is, the less courageous he is."

The skinny old man said the opposite: "It is because of his timidity that he lives so old."

He glanced at the middle-aged monk and sneered: "You may not be able to live to this age of me..."

The two of them had a little argument for a while, and then talked about Daoting and the Demon Sect, and said a lot. They sounded very powerful, but Mo Hua had limited knowledge and was a name that they didn't know.

Like a venerable, a fairy, a rakshasa, a valley master, an ancestor, etc.

What are the status and grudges of these people?

They talked for a long time.

Mo Hua didn't know these people, and listened to these words. Most of them were trivial matters such as marriages from aristocratic families, family promotions, ancestor birthdays, and ancestor burials. They felt boring and wanted to take a nap.

Half sleepy and half awake, Mo Hua suddenly heard them say:

"What do you think of that person...is there?"

When the ink painting shudders, he wakes up instantly.

That person...

What you mean is...Master?

The ink painting looked up faintly.

The thin old man looked solemn and wanted to speak but stopped.

The middle-aged monk's eyes froze, "Do you really know?"

The skinny old man remained silent.

The middle-aged monk said impatiently: "It's time to go, do you say..."

Young Master Yun was also a little curious.

The thin old man struggled for a long time before sighing: "I... heard that, as long as you know, don't tell anyone else..."

The middle-aged monk promised, "Don't worry."

The skinny old man sighed and then continued:

"The old leader of our lineage is proficient in the calculation and has a very old experience. Unfortunately, before his death, he has lost consciousness and is slow to speak, and he has no thoughts... without thinking..."

The thin old man doesn’t want to be disrespectful to his ancestors, so he speaks it very tactfully.

"One day, he accidentally let out a word, and I happened to hear it..."

"He said that the secret that the man carries involves... Guixu Tianzang..."

Guixu Tian Burial?

What's the meaning?

Ink painting frowned.

Suddenly, the breath around him changed. Mo Hua was stunned and turned to look at the evil Taoist, looking shocked.

In the dark night, the evil Taoist had opened his eyes, his pupils were deeper than the night, his breath fluctuated, and the six dusts also changed.

He...had a murderous idea!

I can't write it today, so I'll write more tomorrow.

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Chapter completed!