Xunzi let out a long sigh of relief.

fine……

My heart was hanging, and I almost died...

Then he immediately asked: "Mo Hua, how did you... get in?"

There was a delay on the other side for a while. It seemed that the signal of the magnetic induction was not very good. After a while, the news came.

Mo Hua: "I hid under the car and sneaked in."

Xun Ziyou: "You just said that Linghu Xiao was also arrested?"

"Hmm! There is also a small piece of wood, which is Tai'amen, the Ouyang wood of the Ouyang family." Mo Hua wrote.

Song Jian was subconsciously forgotten by him.

Xun Ziyou frowned, "Can you still come out?"

Although the disciples of Tai'amen and Chongxu Sect are from the same lineage as Taixu Sect, no matter how bad it is, they inevitably have some selfish motives, and there is always a distinction between closeness and distance.

The safety of ink painting is naturally the first priority.

If it was to save other disciples and let Mo Hua take risks, he would definitely not be happy.

Let alone the ancestors.

If the ancestor knew that the dangerous Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua, a young disciple, went in, while he, the elder, was outside, he would have to skin himself and break his legs.

Therefore, the priority is to ensure the safety of the ink paintings, and other things will be considered later.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the ink painting was hidden at the bottom of the coffin like a kitten. When I looked around, I found it was completely dark.

In the perception of spiritual consciousness, there is also a cold and bloody stone wall.

On the way here, the gate that looked like a giant mouth of a monster had been closed.

It seems that I can't get out for the time being.

Mo Hua then sent a message to Xunzi You: "The door is closed and you can't get out."

Xunzi You's scalp felt numb.

If anything happened to Mo Hua, I would really be dead!

"You must be careful! Hide well, don't be anxious, and don't take risks. Put your own safety first. I will find a way to rescue you as soon as possible..."

"Yeah!" Mo Hua said, "Elder Xun, don't worry."

Xun Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought about it, he felt uneasy again.

Now is not the time to worry at all.

When Mo Hua entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he was like a "meat bun" entering a pack of wolves. If he wasn't careful, he might be dead.

Xun Ziyou felt a chill in his heart, thought for a moment, and then said to the elder of Xumen:

"You and I will return to our clan quickly and report to our ancestors."

This time I was derelict in my duty and made a big mistake.

But precisely because it was a "big mistake", we couldn't hide it from our ancestors, and we couldn't take any chances and try to "make up for it" by being smart.

Otherwise, a big mistake can easily lead to a "big mistake".

It doesn't matter whether you are punished or not. What is important is that there must be no mistakes in ink painting.

Elder Chongxumen also understood and nodded with a pale face.

Xunzi thought for a while and said seriously: "Remember, only tell the ancestors, no one else can reveal anything."

Elder Chongxumen was startled for a moment, then his eyes narrowed, "You mean..."

Xun Ziyou nodded slightly.

It can be designed from the inside of Chongxu Sect to introduce Tianjiao disciples to Demon Refining Mountain.

Using the golden elixir demon cultivator, he secretly ambush the golden elixir elder who was protecting his disciples.

There must be something wrong inside Chongxu Gate.

The elder of Chongxumen also realized it and looked ugly.

"Without further delay, we will report back to our ancestors..." Xunzi said leisurely.

Elder Chongxumen nodded.

Before leaving, Xun Ziyou gave Mo Hua one final warning: "Hide it well, don't take any chances, I'll go back and call for someone."

It's just that Taixu Ling seems to be delayed a bit.

After a while, Mo Hua replied:

"good!"

But then, Mo Hua said again: "Elder, there is one more important thing."

Xun Ziyou looked serious, "What's the matter?"

Mo Hua: "After returning to the clan, remember to extend my leave."

He asked for leave before, but only for a few days, and now that he has entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he doesn't know when he can go back.

So this leave must be extended.

Xun Ziyou didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally had no choice but to sigh silently.

This kid has a really big heart...

…

Taixumen, where the elders live.

Mr. Xun stood indifferent, but the aura around him was like a storm swallowing up all sounds.

There was no trace of turbidity in his old eyes, the cold light was clear and frighteningly sharp.

Xunzi stood with his head bowed, dripping with cold sweat, and did not dare to say a word.

He had just come back and told his ancestor about the ink painting, when he saw his eyes changed and his aura suddenly became extremely terrifying.

He knew that the ancestor was really angry.

Xun Ziyou gritted his teeth, his heart trembling.

Mr. Xun only glanced at Xun Ziyou indifferently, then slowly stood up and came to the desk.

There is a celestial compass in front of the desk.

But this compass is different from the compass Mr. Xun used before. It is darker in color, has more causal tracks, and looks more complicated.

Old Mr.

Xunzi took a moment to catch his breath and asked tentatively in a low voice:

"Ancestor..."

Mr. Xun gave Xun Ziyou a cold look and said calmly:

"Everything happens for a reason. It's not your fault."

Xunzi let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that the mountain-like pressure on his shoulders finally relaxed a little.

"But," Mr. Xun said again, "when Mo Hua is in danger, you can't escape his involvement."

Xun Ziyou cupped his hands and said solemnly:

"This matter is indeed the fault of this junior..."

Mr. Xun saw that he dared to take the responsibility and found no reason to shirk the responsibility, so he nodded slightly.

Xun Ziyou asked in a low voice: "Ancestor, what should we do?"

He has ideas, but he has no power.

Moreover, he cannot be the master of some things. He cannot be responsible for the success or failure of things.

Therefore, I can only ask my ancestors.

Old Mr.

With."

"Are we going to attack by force?" Xun Ziyou asked.

Old Mr.

He thought for a while and said slowly: "There's no rush..."

Xunzi was startled, "Are you not in a hurry?"

"Well," Mr. Xun nodded slowly, "You let Mo Hua take care of the kid while you go in there and watch."

"Ancestor means..." Xun Ziyou frowned and said, "Toughen him up?"
To be continued...