But in a flash, the blood mist returned and condensed into bones and flesh again.

The hands of the intrigue Taoist were as intact as before.

The weird Taoist pointed a little at the finger, and some strange, black and gray array patterns climbed onto the large array and eroded from the outside to the inside.

But the faster the erosion, the faster the formation will repair itself.

Can't break the formation...

The insidious Taoist looked cold, so he picked up the unconscious ink painting and shook it in front of the big formation.

There seemed to be a helpless sigh within the formation.

Then, the light flashed.

The five-color light curtain of the formation opened itself, revealing an entrance.

The intrigue Taoist sneered, carried the ink painting and walked into the Five Elements Mountain Protection Formation.

...

Not long after, Bai Qingcheng also arrived outside the formation and saw the entrance of the Five Elements Mountain Protection Array.

The entrance has not been closed yet.

She hesitated for a moment and then entered the formation from the entrance.

After Bai Qingcheng entered the formation, the light curtain of the formation flashed, the formation patterns squirmed, and the entrance gradually closed.

Just as the closing was about to be closed, three real people from the Daoting side also arrived here.

Seeing that the entrance was closing, the three of them rushed to take action, and the sword lights and sword lights flew, hindering the closure of the formation.

Then, they also entered the Five Elements Mountain Protection Array from the narrow entrance.

After that, the Five Elements and Five Elements Mountain Protection Array was completely closed.

There is a soul banner and a sea of ​​blood outside, and a large formation protects the mountain inside.

Outsiders don’t know at all what happened in the formation and within the former site of the Five Elements Sect…

And I don’t know how long it took, but the ink painting that fainted gradually woke up...

His forehead was a little groggy.

In a vague way, you can feel extremely terrifying spiritual power fluctuations around you.

This kind of spiritual power is as vast as a river and a sea.

And he himself was like a small boat wrapped in a storm by the surging waves, small and powerless.

It was hazy around, and there were still people talking.

These sounds are very familiar...

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. Then he realized that he was already in the Five Elements Sect, and in front of him was the Five Elements Sect's hidden formation pavilion.

The surroundings are full of devastation, once carved beams and painted roads, but now they are broken stones and rubble, and are in sight. They are ruined and have an amazing magical atmosphere. They seem to have experienced a great battle.

There were three people nearby who were corroded into white bones.

Apparently he was killed.

Moreover, their bones are crystal clear and have traces of fine and crystal-like feathering on them.

Ink painting was shocked.

"Are three more feathered monks... dead?"

He looked up and saw Old Puppet.

Old Kuang's whole body was wrapped in blood, and his body was gradually dissolved. However, after the body dissolved, there was no flesh and blood under the skin, only brown and mottled wood grains.

"The blood of the Tao..."

"Okay, you actually have to..."

Old Kuai coughed, "...the old and immortal collusion with the Blood Taoist...."

The indifferent Taoist bowed to Mr. Kuang, "Senior, please forgive me, if not, I can't do anything to you..."

Old Kuang looked like a sword and said sternly: "Who told me about my life gate?"

The devil Taoist was silent.

Old Kuang laughed furiously, "Okay, okay, no matter what right and demons are there. What kind of Tao do these practitioners practice?!"

The intriguing Taoist said in a deep voice: "Senior, please go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bloody clothes were covered with darker, dead light of blood.

Little by little, minute by minute, wrap the puppet old, erode...

It is also gradually devouring the vitality of Pu Lao.

The old Puppet looked at the intrigue Taoist and said coldly:

"Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will kill you!"

The intrigue Taoist bowed slightly, "I will remember it."

"Grandpa Puppet..."

Mo Hua felt ache in his heart and murmured.

When the old Puppet, who was eroded by the bloody clothes, heard this, he finally looked at the ink painting. The coldness in his eyes faded, becoming gentle, and with some apology and regret.

In the end, the whole person became a wood-plastic, mottled and incomplete, and lost his vitality.

The intriguing Taoist looked sideways, looked at the Mo Hua and frowned.

Grandpa Puppet...

Mr. Puppet actually asked this child to call him "Grandpa Puppet"...

The intriguing Taoist frowned and pondered for a moment, then took another step and walked towards the Tibetan Formation Pavilion.

The secrets of heaven were all calculated, the demon cultivator was killed, the Taoist court was shocked, and even the old Puppet was melted by the blood Taoist's immortal blood...

The obstacles in front of him have been completely cleared.

In front of him, there was only his junior brother whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years...

At this moment, a cold and joyful voice sounded:

"Senior Brother..."

The intrigue Taoist turned around and saw Bai Qingcheng standing beside him.

Bai Qingcheng kept standing aside and watched with his own eyes that the three real people of Daoting's eternal transformation were killed by the evil Taoist, and then he looked at the evil Taoist, melting the Puppet Old with immortal blood.

She could only stand by and watch.

No one can stop what her senior brother wants to do.

Whoever stops whoever dies, including herself.

But she still remembered the request of her children, so at the end, she wanted to save Mo Hua from the demonic Taoist.

No matter what, this child is innocent.

Moreover, after all, he was a disciple accepted by Senior Brother Zhuang, so he could not be involved in this right and wrong and died...

"Senior Brother... Give me that child..."

The demon Taoist looked up and looked at the Tibetan Formation Pavilion. He didn't know what he thought about. He threw it away and threw the ink painting to Bai Qingcheng.

Bai Qingcheng took it immediately, couldn't help but look at the ink painting, and said silently in his heart:

"Is this the junior brother that Zixi cares about..."

The spiritual roots are so poor...

Compared with Zixi, it is really a heaven and a land...

She looked at her appearance again.

Very pretty...

His eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, his appearance is cute, and his temperament is mellow, and he feels kind.

And his eyes are clear, and you can tell at a glance that his mind is also good...

Just... the spiritual roots are very poor, and the bloodline is even worse...

Bai Qingcheng frowned.

"Senior Brother Zhuang, why did he accept such a little apprentice?"

In addition, what surprised her the most was the eldest brother...

The eldest brother was once gentle and kind, but since he became a demon and became a traitor, he was strange, terrifying, cold and ruthless.

This was the first time she saw her senior brother holding a child, and she didn't let go all the way.
To be continued...