A few days later, the secret room in the forbidden area.

Mr. Tu, who had lost his elegant human skin and revealed his true colors, knelt in front of the ram-horned statue with a frightened expression, his skinny face turned pale.

His body was torn, his limbs were twisted, and he lay exhausted on the ground.

His spiritual consciousness also sank into the boundless wilderness of purgatory, undergoing various tortures such as tongue pulling, finger scissors, chest piercing, steaming, and so on.

In pain, on the verge of despair.

This is divine punishment.

It is the divine punishment imposed by the Lord of the Wilderness because of his failure in doing things.

The altar was occupied, the divine power was stolen, and the demon army suffered heavy losses.

The wrath of the God Lord is different from the past.

While Mr. Tu was enduring the pain of purgatory, the roar of the God Lord echoed in his mind, and his heart trembled.

After a long period of torture, the torture ended.

Mr. Tu's consciousness was redeemed from the wilderness of purgatory and no longer endured the pain of despair.

His blood is returning and his skin and flesh are gradually recovering.

But the pain of divine punishment was like a red iron, deeply imprinted on Mr. Tu's consciousness, and he could never forget it in this lifetime.

Mr. Tu struggled, knelt on the ground, his breath was like a gossamer, and he said piously:

"Thunder, rain, and dew are all great favors from the God Lord..."

"Thank God Lord for punishing..."

In the secret room, the oppressive violent evil thoughts calmed down slightly.

Mr. Tu took a deep breath and murmured in a trembling voice:

"The gods are as majestic as the sky, and human life is as humble as an ant..."

"Humans... cannot spy on gods, cannot covet the throne of gods, and cannot steal the power of gods..."

"It's impossible for... anyone..."

Mr. Tu said to himself in fear.

He couldn't think of anyone, or any way, who could use his mortal body to steal the throne of the gods and exercise the authority of the god-lord.

It is impossible for anyone and in any way!

Even the words "stealing the divine power" itself are extremely disrespectful to the Lord of God. Not to mention actually doing it, just thinking about it, it is disrespectful and "blasphemous"!

But the authority of the God Lord has indeed been stolen.

The majesty of the God Lord was indeed offended.

The servants of the God Lord also suffered heavy casualties.

Therefore, Mr. Tu made a bold guess.

He knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, but said with fear:

"'Humans' would never be able to do such a crazy thing!"

"All of this is not caused by 'people' secretly instigating or plotting against evil."

"It's a god. No, it's very possible, it's an 'evil god'!"

"This evil god is an enemy of the God Lord, secretly coveting the God Lord's position, desecrating the God Lord's altar, and occupying the God Lord's authority!"

"Only gods can fight against gods!"

"This "evil god" is the real mastermind behind the scenes!"

The evil thoughts in the room suddenly skyrocketed.

An angry and violent will filled the surroundings.

Mr. Tu fell to the ground, not daring to say a word or move at all, only his fingers trembled slightly.

After a while, the violence dissipated and the atmosphere calmed down.

The Lord God did not blame Mr. Tu.

It seems that He also approved Mr. Tu’s guess.

Since the mastermind behind this is an evil god, all this is the plan of another "evil god".

Mr. Tu is just a mortal, no matter how high his cultivation level is and how deep his faith is, he cannot be the opponent of the "Evil God".

It is even more impossible to predict the various evil methods of another "evil god".

While Mr. Tu was trembling, he suddenly felt a powerful evil thought pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Although his consciousness is bloodier, more evil, and more chaotic, it is stronger.

And among them, there seems to be some more profound formation memories.

This is the formation inheritance that was stripped out of the minds of some formation masters!

Mr. Tu’s eyes trembled.

This is God’s blessing!

The Lord of God has fallen into a deep sleep and has not yet awakened, so he still has to do many things by himself.

Especially now that we are facing another "evil god" whose secrets are unpredictable.

Therefore, he sent down his mighty power and passed down his inheritance to ensure nothing goes wrong.

There is no room for error in the Lord God’s grand plan!

Mr. Tu burst into tears of gratitude, bowed his head and knelt down, then slowly raised his head and said with deep eyes:

"Taixumen is the supporter of the evil god."

"The Gu family, Gu Changhuai, are the minions of the evil god."

"This will definitely be a 'divine war' made of mortal flesh and blood!"

"The authority of the God Lord will begin from the Great Wilderness and come to Qianzhou!"

…

At this moment, the ink painting that Mr. Tu regarded as the "evil god" was lazily basking in the sun on the grass.

Yu'er finished her homework and rolled happily beside him.

The monsters of the wilderness were eaten up by Mo Hua.

The stress in Yu'er's nightmares has also been reduced a lot, she sleeps well every night, and her personality is becoming more and more cheerful.

Mo Hua played with Yu'er while reading the Taixu Ling.

He wanted to find some second-grade seventeen-pattern formations in the Taixu Order to learn.

It is best to use the Five Elements and Bagua system formations that he is most familiar with. This way, it is easier to get started, and it is also convenient for him to learn other second-grade high-level formations step by step.

Mo Hua lay on the soft grass and picked for a while, then he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Too expensive..."

Generally, a second-grade seventeen-pattern formation requires four to five hundred points of merit.

Mo Hua's current merit points are 2,000 points, which is already a lot for a disciple in the early stages of foundation building who has just started.

He actually saved more.

Drawing formations, offering rewards, and occasionally doing errands for Daotingsi, and getting some meritorious deeds from Uncle Gu.

He has many more ways to earn merit than ordinary disciples.

It's just that learning formations consumes a lot of money, so he spends a lot of money.

These two thousand points of merit may seem like a lot, but in total they can be exchanged for four or five seventeen-pattern formations, which is more or less.

And it can be replaced, but after the replacement, the merits will not be much.

Mo Hua was born in poverty, and without more than a thousand meritorious deeds in Taixuling, he always felt uneasy.

"Contribution..."

Mo Hua suddenly remembered that he had made another great contribution to Dao Tingsi.

It was the merit that Uncle Gu had promised to gain for himself when he helped capture the Fire Buddha.

This meritorious service is still going through a tedious process in the Daoting Department.

It's really too slow...

Mo Hua sighed.

In the past, his meritorious service was enough, so he was not in a hurry for now, but now that he can learn the seventeen-line formation, the meritorious service consumes even more.

Now that we are somewhat stretched, we urgently need this contribution to meet our urgent needs.
To be continued...