At the same time, Qian Dao Sect and the Elder’s Room.

Mr. Tu, who was wearing the guise of "Elder Shen", finished the day's teaching and returned indoors. He turned on the Shinto formation to block other people's perception. Then he sat alone in front of his desk, staring at a sheep horn on the table. Pious.

The dim candlelight shone on his gloomy face, looking eerie and terrifying.

"Ink painting..."

Mr. Tu muttered the name in a low voice and frowned.

"Where on earth did this person... come from?"

"Why? This is the first time I heard this name, but it feels very familiar to me?"

"What is the origin of this kid?"

Mr. Tu took out a dagger, cut his finger, dripped blood on the sheep bone, and prayed silently in his heart.

After a moment, a blood shadow of a sheep's horn emerged from the cause and effect, and followed the cause and effect, tracing back to the past of the two words "ink painting".

His real name, his origin, his parents, his past...

But before the truth can be glimpsed, there is a meaning of Taixu, flowing seamlessly, the Yin and Yang are like swimming fish fitting into each other, sealing the cycle of cause and effect, blocking the blood shadow of the sheep's horn from cause and effect, and sealing all the truth stand up.

Mr. Tu frowned.

"What a powerful force of yin and yang..."

"Taixu Sect, there are still such ancient secret treasures..."

He wanted to try to forcefully break through the two yin locks, but after a slight hesitation, he gave up.

"If you don't borrow the power of the God Lord, set up an altar to cast spells, and use a large number of sacrifices as a matchmaker, you can't break this heavenly secret lock..."

"Also, don't make a big show of it before it's time to see Tu Qiong Dagger."

Mr. Tu stopped prying.

But he always had a feeling that this formation monster named "Mo Hua" was definitely not an ordinary person.

It is very likely that it is related to the fierce god of Taixumen.

Mr. Tu wiped the blood on his fingers, thought for a moment, and his pupils suddenly trembled.

"That's right...super level spiritual consciousness!"

"Ordinary monks, whose spiritual consciousness is limited by the Great Dao, and who have no method of cultivation, cannot possibly transcend the level."

"This evildoer must have been blessed by the 'fierce god' and borrowed the divine will of the fierce god. This way he can make his consciousness surpass three levels by more than three levels. In the middle stage of foundation building, he can draw the foundation The peak formation..."

"These spiritual consciousnesses are not his, but they came from him praying to the 'fierce god' and being rewarded by him!"

"In other words, this kid, like me, is a 'god's favored one'."

"No, the level of his divine companion is far higher than mine. It is even very likely that he was selected by the Taixu Fierce God since he was a child. The 'companion' who is qualified to walk with the god is the real 'servant of the god.'"

Mr. Tu felt both envy and jealousy in his heart.

His status in the God of the Great Wilderness, which he believed in, was far inferior to that of this boy named Mo Hua.

Although he is also favored by the God Lord, this is only the most ordinary favor.

Unlike this kid, he can reach beyond the third level of spiritual consciousness, which is almost equivalent to receiving the highest "blessing" from the gods.

But in this way, his formation talent is not so shocking.

"He's just a lucky kid who was favored by the 'gods'. With the blessings of the evil god and the bonus of his spiritual thoughts, he got the first place in the formation..."

Mr. Tu sneered.

And, in a sense, this is a good thing.

This feared Taixu fierce god finally "turned from darkness to light" and began to show its flaws.

His core "believers" have also begun to be exposed.

"We must seize the time..."

Taking advantage of the time when Taixu Fierce God was parasitized by the Divine Fetus of the Divine Lord, all plans had to be advanced...

When he thought of this, Mr. Tu felt heartbroken again.

The price paid for plotting against this evil god is too high...

A large number of demons who were carefully raised were stolen from their power by this fierce god and controlled by them to die without any chance of survival.

The minions of the God Lord who had been raised for so long on the blood-sucking list were all wiped out by the evil god using some means.

These minions are Mr. Tu’s hard work.

Relying on the name of the elder of the Qianxue Sect, he made friends everywhere and looked for candidates. After secretly developing for so many years, he cultivated such a large number of people who were deeply rooted in the Qianxue state and connected with each other. They were not only from the sect, but also from the Taoist court. The "minions" of the evil god who can still roam in the darkness and commit many sins.

These minions can not only provide sacrifices to the God Lord.

Their own sins are also the best sacrifices for the Lord God.

Originally, everything was developing according to plan, but in just a few years, these minions have been caught or killed, causing a large number of losses.

Now, it has all been wiped out from the root, leaving not a single one.

Mr. Tu's heart was bleeding and he had strong fears.

The Taixu Sect and this fierce god are likely to be the biggest stumbling blocks in the God Lord's recovery plan.

Mr. Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression looked a little ferocious and distorted in the night.

"But, it doesn't matter..."

"In the game of foundation building, there are not many chess pieces left, so I lose."

"In that case, let's play a game with a golden elixir or above..."

"When planning a big plan, don't waste your life. It's time to use these family assets..."

"The day when the Lord of God will wake up is coming soon..."

Mr. Tu's figure gradually shrouded in shadow, like a demon that chooses people to devour.

…

Within Qian Dao Sect, the secret of heaven is secretly corrupting.

There are also constant shadows floating within the boundaries of Qianxue State.

And the waves caused by ink painting at the Dao Discussion Conference are far from stopping.

I don’t know how many thousands of miles away there are.

Daozhou, Tianshu Pavilion.

The old man with gray hair and beard was sitting on the high pavilion, dozing off in front of a chessboard, seemingly asleep but not asleep, seemingly awake but not yet awake.

He is like an ordinary old man who is mentally exhausted due to old age and often feels trapped.

A disciple quietly walked into the room, not daring to disturb Mr. Ge. Instead, he respectfully placed a jade slip on the table, then bowed and quietly retreated.

Jade slips are placed on the table.

There was silence all around.

Amidst the dense aroma, Mr. Ge was still dozing off.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Ge slowly opened his eyes, as if he had woken up. He turned his head slightly and saw the jade slip placed on the table, so he took it and took a look.

After just one glance, Mr. Ge paused.

"Qian Xuezhou Boundary, No. 1 in Formation Discussion, Taixu Sect Ink Painting, Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, Nineteen Patterns of Divine Consciousness..."

Mr. Ge's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, he could not help but perk up his energy, and slowly mused:

"In the middle stage of foundation building, nineteen lines, this is a strange thing..."

"Did he repair it himself? Or did he borrow it from something?"

"How did you cultivate it yourself? If you borrowed it, where did you borrow it from?"

Mr. Ge suddenly became interested.

Qianxue discusses Taoism, which is held every three years, and there is a "leader" every three years.

This leader may be highly respected by ordinary monks.

But in Daozhou, in Tianshu Pavilion, especially in the eyes of this "pavilion elder" who has lived for an unknown period of time, it is a bit "tasteless".

Although he is a genius, there are such geniuses all over the world.

Talent is indeed unique, but self-interest is also the same as ordinary people.

If you watch too much, it will become boring.

But even so, it is indeed extraordinary for the spiritual consciousness to exceed the limit and go beyond the third level.

He, the pavilion elder, seems to have never seen him before.

"Let me do the math..."

Mr. Ge excitedly stretched out his hand. As soon as he twisted his fingers, he was stunned. Then he felt unhappy and frowned:

"Taixu Liangyi Lock? When did you become so generous..."

"When I lent it to me for a look, I was reluctant to part with it..."

Mr. Ge felt sour in his heart.

Then he became even more curious.
To be continued...