Why……

The aura of the altar became thicker and thicker, the blood mist around it slowly rose, and ancient whispers gradually sounded, seeming to pull all the souls into an unknown state.

And this slight violation finally turned into a terrible warning sign at the last moment.

At the last moment of the ceremony, Mr. Wu immediately reached out and tried to pull the ink painting off the altar.

But he missed the mark.

Mo Hua, who was obviously bound by a bone chain and couldn't escape along the way, now easily escaped his grasp, and then sat safely on the altar, unable to leave.

Mr. Wu's face turned pale.

The next moment, gibbering sounded.

The blood mist surged completely, covering the entire altar.

It swallowed and sucked all the souls around the altar, and dragged them to another space of spiritual thoughts.

When the two opened their eyes again, it was still the same blood pool and the same altar, but everything around them was different again.

In the blood pool, there are countless ghost faces, roaring and ferocious.

On top of the altar, there is a huge ram-horned statue, majestic and like a god, seeming to control huge power.

Today, Mo Hua sits on the altar.

Mr. Wu stood under the altar.

Originally, when he arrived at the realm of the God Lord, Mr. Wu should immediately kneel down, kill the soul as a sacrifice, tear it into pieces, and offer it to the God Lord.

But at this time, his mind was trembling.

In front of him, sitting on the altar, was a strange little child.

The appearance is indeed somewhat similar to the ink painting, but the age and body are smaller, the aura is very vague, and nothing abnormal can be detected.

But he is a witch Zhu who has believed in gods all year round. He can feel that there is a faint aura in the seemingly young Mo Hua that makes him feel scared.

This is an aura that is almost...godlike!

Mr. Wu was so shocked that he could hardly stand still. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the ink painting, "Who are you?"

"No..." He shook his head and his pupils shrank, "What on earth are you...?"

Mo Hua smiled slightly at him and said in a clear voice:

"You have led the way very well. You don't need to lead the way next time."

Mr. Wu's expression changed wildly.

He finally understood.

Sure enough, everything was planned!

This kid who hides in the crowd without showing any trace is the real mastermind. From the beginning to the end, everything he does is to get into the altar.

His target... is the Lord God!

He didn't lie to himself, this brat was the great enemy of the Lord of God!

"The great enemy of the Lord of God..."

After Mr. Wu was frightened, he slowly stood up straight, his eyes were firm, and endless courage surged in his heart, which was the endless loyalty and fanatical belief in the Lord of God.

"Since you are the great enemy of the Lord of God, then I will chop off your head, cut off your limbs, dig out your eyes, cut out your heart...completely dismember you, and use this to offer it to the Lord of God to prove that I

of loyalty!”

Mr. Wu's body gradually grew larger.

The evil god of the wilderness gave him courage and "expanded" spiritual thoughts.

The Yaksha he transformed into has a stronger physique, harder dragon scales, sharper claws, and is full of blood as thick as a river.

Then, without waiting for Mo Hua to react, Mr. Wu flashed his body and struck at Mo Hua with his huge fist.

This punch was powerful and extremely fast.

But Mo Hua's little hand just stretched out, and all the momentum came to an abrupt end.

This punch would be difficult to make even an inch of progress.

Mr. Wu's pupils gradually expanded.

Then, Mo Hua also punched, this punch carried golden light, seemed to be extremely slow, but it was also extremely fast, not allowing Mr. Wu to react at all, and hit him in the chest.

The indestructible dragon scales were broken inch by inch.

The crack gradually expanded, spreading from the chest to the limbs.

A black hole had already been blasted out of Mr. Wu's chest.

With just one punch, life is gone...

Mr. Wu understood. He turned pale and slowly knelt on the ground. There was great fear and endless regret in his voice:

"My Lord, I... am guilty..."

"I am guilty!"

"I caused a catastrophic disaster. I attracted...a terrifying enemy..."

The next moment, his head fell to the ground.

Mo Hua directly twisted his neck off.

At this point, Mr. Wu's soul was completely destroyed.
Chapter completed!