"OK."

Jin Yicai looked happy, "Thank you, cousin!"

The black-clothed leader showed no emotion or anger, and only said solemnly: "This is your choice."

"It's natural."

Jin Yicai had a look of anticipation on his face. He could almost imagine himself singing and singing every night and conquering without sleep.

"good!"

The leader in black said indifferently.

Then he silently took out his pen and ink, followed a "dog" pattern on the demon paper, and drew a four-elephant dog pattern formation on Jin Yicai's back.

He used a bone pen, dipped it in human blood, and drew demon patterns.

This is the process of the evil formation, accompanied by the severe pain of evil.

Jin Yicai grimaced in pain and tried to get up several times, shouting hoarsely.

The leader in black didn't care. He pressed Jin Yicai on the table as if he were killing a pig. His wrist was steady and his strokes were like a knife, until he finished painting a four-elephant dog pattern formation in a bloody manner.

After finishing the painting, Jin Yicai was covered in cold sweat, collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, and said intermittently:

"Cousin...it's just a formation, why does it hurt so much? It's like the flesh and blood and the formation are forcibly sewn together..."

The black-clothed leader's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became more contemptuous.

If you can't bear this little pain, why should you be a monk?

What else do you want to do?

But he did not say it out loud, but simply said:

"This four-image formation is quite special. It emphasizes the fusion of formation and flesh and blood. If you slack off too much in your physical training, you will naturally feel pain. You will feel much better after that."

Jin Yicai's face turned pale, "Cousin, please only draw this formation once..."

He didn't want to suffer this pain a second time.

The leader in black nodded, "Yes."

Jin Yicai breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he thought that after he drew the formation, he would soon be able to "show off his power" and do whatever he wanted, and the unhappiness in his heart was fleeting.

It's not unacceptable to suffer a little.

Jin Yicai asked again: "When can I leave the valley?"

Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping, changed his expression when he heard this.

Out of the valley?

The black-clothed leader said, "It's not possible for now. Let's talk about it next time we open the valley."

Jin Yicai nodded.

Although he wished he could immediately return to his cave in Duanjinmen - no matter how small his cave was, it was still better than the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

But things always have their weight, and he is not really so brainless.

The black-clothed leader said: "You go back first, and after the four-image array on your body has integrated with the flesh and blood, come back again. What comes after is the key."

Jin Yicai hesitated, "Then..."

The leader in black understood his concerns, snorted in his heart, and said indifferently: "I will use other formations later, which are not as bloody and painful as this."

Jin Yicai felt relieved, cupped his hands and said, "Cousin, please do your work first, I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After Jin Yicai left, the leader in black looked at his leaving figure, stood there for a long time, and then couldn't help but sneered:

"It's weird to expect something like this to keep the Golden Gate intact..."

"Obsessed with fame and fortune, soaked in honey, fed with natural resources and treasures...what kind of things are they taught to each generation?"

The leader in black looked coldly.

After that, he walked to the center of the hall and continued to look at the formations on the demon paper, as if he was learning something.

The hall became quiet for a moment.

As the lights flickered, there was only the sound of turning paper.

There was no one to chat with, so Mo Hua couldn't eavesdrop.

Hiding behind the statue, he couldn't do anything else and was a little bored for a while.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when Mo Hua felt like he had nothing to do, the leader in black suddenly made some movement again.

He glanced at the dial on the table, closed the demon paper, and murmured in a low voice: "The time has come..."

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

The time has come?

What time has it come?

While he was wondering, he noticed that the leader in black suddenly walked towards him.

Mo Hua was slightly startled. After taking a closer look, he realized that the black-clothed leader had not noticed him. Instead, he walked straight to the statue of the ram-horned demon and knelt down slowly.

He knelt very reverently.

At the same time, he muttered in a low voice: "The boundless wilderness, the supreme God..."

"His life is immortal and his life span is endless..."

"May the Lord God bless me and give me great spiritual thoughts..."

"Please sir, give me some advice and give me the secret of the formation."

…

As Mo Hua listened, he felt more and more something was wrong. At this moment, the leader in black kowtowed three times to the demon statue.

After kowtowing three times, a mysterious and evil spiritual aura arose from him.

Above his shoulders and above his head, a bloody figure slowly emerged.

This bloody figure had a strange and terrifying aura. He looked like a gentleman, but his blood was hazy and his face could not be seen clearly.

Mo Hua's pupils suddenly shrank.

A familiar name slowly came to mind:

"Mr. Tu!"
Chapter completed!