The skinny old man suddenly felt inexplicably frightened.
But then, the fear disappeared without a trace, as if it was just a momentary illusion.
The old man felt relieved and felt sleepy. He thought that it was getting late and tomorrow would definitely rack his brains and struggle, so he wanted to squint his eyes and sleep for a while.
But he was in a daze and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he felt hungry in his stomach. He couldn't help but take out a few fasting pills from the storage bag and put them in his mouth to chew...
But the ink paintings beside him became more and more shocked the more he looked at them.
Because he could see clearly that the thin old man was not chewing fasting pills, but his own fingers!
He was putting his fingers into his mouth to chew!
His mouth was already bloody.
The fingers have also exposed the bones.
At the same time, the middle-aged monk, who was not in his mind, was taking out a knife and placing it on his neck.
Young Master Yun took out his sword and stabbed him in the chest.
It is a demon of the Taoist heart!
"Master wants to kill these three people!"
When the ink painting was anxious, his mind immediately turned. Thinking of the knowledge about the "Tao Heart Demon" over the past few days, his eyes sank, his little hand moved, and with just a few strokes, he changed the array pattern of the warm fire array on the ground.
The warm fire patterns will immediately conflict and destroy themselves instantly once they are changed.
With a "boom", the formation exploded and made a harsh sound.
At the same time, the fire light rose and the red color filled the darkness. In the darkness, it was extremely dazzling, blocking the sight of the demonic Taoist and distracting him from the divine spirit.
It also interrupted his Taoist heart demon.
After some alarm, the three skinny old men came to their senses, their eyes a little confused.
The skinny old man suddenly felt a severe pain in his hands. When he looked down, he saw his fingers, bloody and flesh, and even saw the crimson bones, and his heart was frightened.
"What's going on? What happened?"
He looked up and happened to see the little kid opposite him, looking at them with a slightly anxious expression, opening and closing his mouth, as if he was saying something, but he seemed to be afraid of something and didn't make a sound.
The skinny old man endured the pain, frowned, looked at it for a while, and then he could tell from the little kid's mouth shape that he was talking about.
He is saying two words:
"Go away!"
"Go away!"
Go quickly?
The skinny old man was stunned at first, then widened his eyes.
He recognized it!
This little kid is the small formation master in Nanyue City!
That is, Mr. Zhuang’s little apprentice!
He looked anxious now and asked himself without saying a word... Go quickly?!
The skinny old man's heart was trembling, and the chill surged into his heart like a tide. He immediately thought of the Taoist hiding in the shadow when he entered the door just now.
He wanted to turn his head to look, but stopped his eyes again.
The intuition of calculating cause and effect all year round told him that this person is weird and must not be seen!
The thin old man subconsciously touched the Sancaiyi in the storage bag, but when he touched it, he felt it was sparse and rubbed it slightly, and the old man's pupils were trembling.
Broken?!
Sancaiyi counts the copper coins... are completely broken?!
The life and death crisis just now was so difficult that even Sancai Yi counted copper coins!
"Go away!"
The skinny old man's hands trembled, tightly holding the middle-aged monk and Master Yun, and his eyes were still fearful.
Young Master Yun and the middle-aged monk didn't understand why. Just as he was about to ask, the thin old man shook his head.
The two of them were shocked and realized that their behavior was a bit abnormal. There was something dangerous and weird in the dilapidated temple, so they nodded solemnly.
Without further ado, the three of them calmed down their breath, stood up in a hurry, without making any sound, and left quietly.
The demonic Taoist's eyes moved slightly, but until the three of them left, there was no change. They just looked at Mo Hua meaningfully.
Mo Hua scratched her head and smiled embarrassedly, "Master, I haven't learned the formation well, I've failed..."
The indifferent Taoist looked indifferent, obviously not believing in the ink painting.
But he didn't say anything, and closed his eyes and calmed down again.
Seeing this, Mo Hua breathed relieved.
Fortunately, the master was wary of himself and only used the simplest and most simple "Taoxin Planting Demons". Young Master Yun and the other three did not plant the demons deeply.
Otherwise, if you really use the advanced "demon-seeding" method, it would be troublesome.
Even if I want to save them, I am still powerless.
Seeing that the three of them were walking away, Mo Hua felt relieved, but he remembered the words from the old man...
"Guixu Tianmeng..."
Guixu, where is it?
What does the meaning of sky burial mean?
What this is related to is a great opportunity? An ancient secret? It is a heritage, a volume of martial arts, or...
A formation?
Mo Hua shook her head, confused.
"Forget it, don't be too ambitious..."
The master said that such opportunities involve too much cause and effect. If you are not careful, you will be killed. It is better for me to not know now.
Mo Hua nodded.
He lowered his head again, looked at the Warm Fire Formation, and felt a pity.
The formation was destroyed by itself, and the sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, wild fruits, and a big fish they roasted were all burnt and turned into a pile of black charcoal...
The big fish was almost baked and it smelled the fragrance. It turned out that it was roasted for a long time and didn't eat it in one bite...
"My fish..."
Mo Hua felt a little heartbroken and couldn't help but sigh.
He drew a warm fire array again, then took out the remaining sweet potatoes from the storage bag, and continued to bake as if no one was around...
...
The three thin old men hurriedly left the dilapidated temple, regardless of the night, and kept walking out. After walking for an hour, they were far enough away, and the three of them stopped.
The back of the skinny old man was soaked in cold sweat.
The middle-aged monk gasped and asked, "What the hell happened?"
The skinny old man's hand was still bleeding.
He took out the powder, sprinkled it on his hands, and took a few pills internally, making his complexion better.
Recalling the dilapidated temple, he was still a little scared. He looked back at the two of them and said in a trembling voice:
"Sancaiyi counted the copper coins to break..."
"The three of us almost died..."
Master Yun was surprised.
The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "It's not so evil..."
"Do you remember the little kid who was roasting fire in the dilapidated temple?"
"A little kid who is roasting the fire?"
The middle-aged monk was stunned and frowned and recalled, and suddenly his expression changed, and he remembered:
"He...he is that little formation master?!"
Young Master Yun also remembered it, his eyes lit up, "It's Brother Xiao Mo!"
Then he muttered again: "Strange... why can't I remember before?"
The skinny old man sighed:
"This little kid is very likely to be that man's disciple. Although he is young, he is definitely extraordinary..."
"We were in the ruined temple, and before we knew it, we were possessed by the inner demon..."
"It was this little kid who made a strange noise that woke us up."
"Later, it was him who reminded us to 'go away'..."
"Otherwise, we will be in danger this time..."
...
The middle-aged monk was a little surprised, "What is the danger in the dilapidated temple?"
The skinny old man was also full of suspicion.
What is the danger?
Why are you possessed by a demon?
Is it the killer of that Taoist?
Why didn't I notice it?
The skinny old man thought about it and was suddenly shocked. He thought of the Taoist who was sitting in the corner of the wall, covered by shadows, and could not be seen clearly in the dilapidated temple.
A ban that cannot be mentioned emerged in his mind.
The skinny old man trembled like a sieve all over his body.
"yes……"
"What is it?" the middle-aged monk said curiously.
The thin old man swallowed the three words "如歌词" into his throat and said, "That person... is a Taoist..."
"Taoist?!"
The "Taoist" of the Demon Sect is extraordinary.
All of them are real, extremely vicious devils!
The middle-aged monk looked stern, but he was still curious, "Which Taoist is it?"
The skinny old man glanced at him coldly, "If I recite his name, all three of us will die, and it will definitely be ugly!"
The scene of the dilapidated temple just now emerged again.
The middle-aged monk drew his sword and committed suicide. Young Master Yun killed himself with his sword, and the thin old man sucked his flesh and blood...
When the three of them thought of this, their faces turned pale.
The middle-aged monk didn't dare to ask again.
The skinny old man frowned and thought, and suddenly felt a sense of understanding. He suddenly realized and said in surprise: "Yes!"
The middle-aged monk was stunned, "What's wrong?"
The skinny old man was ups and downs and said quickly: "Do you still remember when we entered Nanyue City and found that the corpse was filled with energy. After I calculated, I said what I said?"
The middle-aged monk thought for a while and shook his head and said:
"You are long-winded and whispering, and you are talking so many things. How can I remember what you said?"
Mr. Yun thought, "Senior Wen, are you talking about... good fate?"
He vaguely remembered what the skinny old man said:
"I occasionally feel a little scared..."
"It seems that there is a terrifying road ahead, extremely dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable."
"If we can suppress the corpse mine and save the monks from Nanyue City, or even the state, we may be able to make a good relationship. In the future, we will have a glimmer of hope for a desperate situation that will last forever..."
The skinny old man's eyes froze, "Now it seems that this cause and effect is the one that depends on this little kid!"
"If we had not helped us in Nanyue City, we had not helped us, we had not calmed down the corpse, we had not made such a good relationship, and we would not know this little kid..."
"Then today, there is no such little kid to save us..."
"We all have no place to die!"
The middle-aged monk and Master Yun were shocked.
The thin old man sighed a little, "Cause and effect are good and evil, drink and peck. Mr. Zhuang gave us a chance to make a choice, which is equivalent to giving us a glimmer of hope..."
Mr. Zhuang...
The three of them felt both mysterious and complicated in their hearts.
After a moment, Master Yun remembered something and suddenly said anxiously:
"If that Taoist is a big devil, then brother Mo..."
The skinny old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't think about it, we can't protect ourselves, let alone think about saving that little kid..."
Master Yun showed ashamed.
The thin old man comforted:
"Don't worry, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, so there should be no trouble..."
In the ruined temple, the ink painting's eyes are bright and the little face is blushing. The picture of grilling fish and sweet potatoes is floating in my mind again.
The thin old man sighed in his heart.
It turns out to be Mr. Zhuang’s disciple, and his mind is indeed strong...
Walking with... a big devil like the Taoist, I still have the leisure to grill things there to eat...
Moreover, even if he violated the taboo of "Taoist" and saved his three people, the "Taoist" was not angry and even let them go...
The skinny old man found it a little incredible.
In their lineage, they are proficient in the algorithms of Tianji, and have always heard of the evil name of the Taoist.
That Taoist has never been easy to share with.
I have never seen him, and I have been so "tolerant" to anyone, or even "responsible"...
The thin old man sighed: "Auspicious people will have their own appearance, so we should... go back now."
Young Master Yun is still worried.
The middle-aged monk was stunned, "Go back? Where to go?"
The skinny old man said angrily: "Where comes from, where to go!"
The middle-aged monk was very anxious, "Where is the opportunity? We have been struggling for so long..."
The skinny old man sneered, "Don't you understand? This matter is no longer something we can get involved with..."
"Or it's not something we can get involved in!"
"We are just a chess piece to find out the news. Now that the news has been passed back, there will naturally be people from above to plan this matter."
"The land of Dalishan will sooner or later become a slaughterhouse."
"If we stay, we will have no way out!"
The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "Because of the Xuan Demon Ancestor?"
The thin old man sighed: "More than..."
He looked back at the ruined temple, and his eyes were covered with a layer of darkness and fear.
"When the Taoist comes, it means that the real demons of the Demonic Dao are also coming..."
Although the Demon Sect was suppressed by the Dao Ting and hiding for many years, it has a strong power. Of course, it is impossible that the only one is the Old Demon, the Old Demon Ancestor of the Eternal Realm.
All three of them understand this.
But in the face of opportunity, the middle-aged monk was still a little hesitant.
The skinny old man snorted coldly, "I don't care whether you want to leave or not, I'm leaving anyway."
The middle-aged monk was stunned, then frowned and said, "How can you leave? We agreed that I have given you a lot of spirit stones..."
"I will return the spirit stone to you."
The middle-aged monk looked entangled and struggled for a long time before sighing: "Not me, I can't bear to leave these spirit stones..."
"Forget it, just go."
He also knew that with the old man's calculations, he could escape danger along the way.
Without the old man, he may not be able to walk out of Dali Mountain alive by himself.
He doesn't want the spirit stone anymore, just treat it as a good relationship.
The middle-aged monk was a little disappointed, "I originally wanted to get an opportunity and change my life. Now...ah, I'd better go back to Qianzhou and be my teacher honestly..."
He followed the old man and walked back.
After a few steps, the thin old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the ruined temple, bowed deeply with a solemn expression, and said sincerely in his heart:
"I hope my friend will turn bad luck into good luck, and the road will be boundless!"
"If Ri has the chance, I will repay this life-saving grace!"
Young Master Yun also bowed sincerely.
The middle-aged monk also sighed. Although he was a little reluctant, he still gave a respectful gift.
After that, the three of them gradually drifted away, left Dali Mountain and also left this place of failure...
...
Ink painting is exactly the opposite.
Not only could he not leave, he also followed the demonic Taoist step by step toward the mountain city and into the depths of this bloody storm.
After leaving the ruined temple, more than ten days later, Mo Hua finally arrived in front of Lishan City.
At this time, he was still dozens of miles away from the mountain city, and he could see the blood banners covering the sky and the sea of ​​blood from afar.
Just like the scene he saw when he left Lishan City that day.
“Master…”
Mo Hua was worried, turned his head and asked the Taoist Gui: "Master, are we going to enter the city now?"
The intriguing Taoist looked twisted.
Mo Hua was not surprised. He was used to it. His master, he didn't like to talk much, especially to talk to himself.
I don't care about ink paintings either.
When you cannot change others, you must learn to adapt to others.
He had learned to roughly understand what he wanted to say from the empty and cold face of the foolish Taoist and the dark eyes.
Just like now, Master is dark and unhappy, which means:
"Don't go into the city."
Mo Hua continued: "Don't you go to the city? Where are we going?"
The intriguing Taoist looked at Mo Hua with dark eyes.
"Entering the mountain?" Mo Hua tried.
The demonic Taoist looked stagnant.
Mo Hua said, "What are we doing in the mountains?"
The intriguing Taoist's pupils turned darker and his face became even darker.
Ink painting will understand.
My master wants to shut up.
Mo Hua nodded, followed him honestly, and said nothing more.
And the intrigue Taoist did take him into the mountain and come to a cliff.
This cliff is outside the city of Leshan.
The surrounding mountains and rocks are rugged and the plants are withered.
Ink painting looked up the map and found that according to the mark on the map, it is called "Dry Wood Cliff".
There are clear green mountains and green grass around, but here there, no grass grows.
Mohua released his spiritual consciousness and looked around. He found that the aura here was isolated, and it seemed to hide a dark aura, so the rocks were bare and lifeless.
"What is the purpose of my master bringing me here?"
Mo Hua looked at the Taoist.
The demonic Taoist ignored it and went straight to the cliff.
Mo Hua was shocked, "Master wants to jump off the cliff?"
Then he saw the weird Taoist stepping out with one foot, the heaven and earth were upside down, and the mountains and rivers were hanging upside down.
The cliff under his foot suddenly turned and floated in the sky, forming a huge stone hall. In the stone hall, the houses were dense and the shadows were full of magic.
Mo Hua was shocked, "Is this a illusion array?"
And it is almost fake and real, and it must be a second-grade or third-grade formation.
Is this magic array covered up a demon palace?
Is this a lair of the demon cultivator?
And it seems that this Demon Palace has existed for a long time, and it seems that someone has built this Demon Cave on the dead wood cliff outside the Five Elements Sect very early.
The intrigue Taoist looked at the ink painting.
Mo Hua understood, and Master said, "Come with me..."
Mo Hua nodded obediently, followed the intrigue Taoist, and walked up the stone steps and into the Demon Palace.
Once you enter the Demon Palace, you will be bloody and secluded.
And there are yin energy.
Mo Hua was a little uncomfortable, but what surprised him even more was that there were many magic cultivators inside.
These demon cultivators have not only many evil shapes, but also have extremely high cultivation levels. They are surrounded by demonic energy and are obviously practicing the best magical skills.
And the knowledge of these demon cultivators is also significantly higher.
Some demon cultivators on the outside often showed disdain when they saw the demonic Taoist, and even showed fierce eyes and took the initiative to take action.
However, when the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace saw the Demon Taoist, most of them looked solemn and showed a look of fear, as if they could see the identity of the Demon Taoist.
The indifferent Taoist looked indifferent and ignored their gaze.
And their eyes, whether they were shocked, inquired, or indifferent, all fell on Mo Hua...
It seems very strange. Why is there such a child with a low level, no magical skills, a pure temperament, and a childish look around him.
Mo Hua felt a little guilty when he was stared at by a group of demons.
However, after thinking about it, he felt that he could not lose his master and his "master" face, so he pretended to be calm and raised his head and chest, but his body still couldn't help but lean against the evil Taoist.
He felt that the evil Taoist should be safer around him.
The intrigue Taoist faced everyone's eyes, walked straight to the hall, found a seat to sit down, Mo Hua stood beside him, and asked in a low voice:
"Master, what are we doing here?"
The insidious Taoist looked indifferent.
Mo Hua secretly stared at his face and looked at it for a long time. He couldn't read what he wanted to say.
It probably was a long story and couldn't explain it clearly for a while, so my uncle didn't want to say it anymore.
However, if the demonic Taoist doesn't say it, other demon cultivators will still whisper.
Mo Hua listened secretly, and after listening for a long time, he finally heard some key words:
Like the ancestor of the underworld, the demon king, the venerable, the ancestor, and...
The Ten Thousand Demons Club!
"Wan Demons?"
Mo Hua felt a stern in her heart.
A party of the old demons in the Demon Cult?
When my master came to the upside down demon palace on the Dead Wood Cliff, was he going to participate in the "Ten Thousand Demons Club"?
Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and she was a little scared, and she whispered:
"Master, isn't it appropriate for me to participate in this 'Ten Thousand Demons Club'..."
I am a serious monk.
Not a little devil.
And it's just refining qi.
Isn’t it rude to attend such a gathering of big demons who are not in line with my age, my realm, and my identity?
The ghostly Taoist's pupils turned black.
Mo Hua shut up silently.
But he was still thinking:
"What is this Wanmohui... open for?"
"Could it be, targeted at the master?"
"Who will be the demon cultivators who will participate in this Ten Thousand Demons Club? At least the Golden Pill? Will the Xuansan man from the Feather Realm come too?"
"Is there a more powerful devil?"
"The devil... 'Master', what are his plans to participate in this Ten Thousand Demons Club?"
"Does he want to join forces with some Sanren, Venerable, or the Demonic Ancestor to deal with the Dao Ting, plot against the master, and seize the so-called 'great opportunity'?"
"Will he... kill the master?"
When Mo Hua thought of this, she was a little worried for a moment...
In the Demon Palace, it is dull, bloody and depressing.
White bones are beams and human skin is painted.
As time goes by, more and more demons enter the Demon Palace, and the atmosphere in the Demon Palace becomes more and more solemn...
Ink paintings gradually changed from nervousness, anxiety to numbness and sleepiness.
Finally, he held the stone chair of the Guidao Ren and started to doze while standing.
I don’t know how long it took, a gust of cold wind blew, and Mo Hua shuddered. When he opened his eyes, his sleepiness disappeared.
At this moment, there were already many people sitting in the Demon Palace.
They say they are "people", but they don't look like humans.
Some are half corpses and half demons, while others are like beasts and monsters.
Even if there are people who look like humans, they don’t seem to be human.
Some have pale faces, like dead people; some have beautiful faces, bright red lips and teeth; some have fat heads and big ears, and are surrounded by pythons; some have thin bones, with magic patterns on their backs...
The entire Demon Palace is gloomy and solemn, and the needles can be heard.
Silence as dead.
"The Wanmo Club... has begun?"
Mo Hua felt a stern, and he saw several figures slowly appearing on the towering white bones and fangs seats above the hall.
These figures have extremely terrifying aura.
Like abyss like a sea.
Only a little breath was revealed, and it was so oppressed that the ink painting could not breathe.
One of the figures, ink paintings, is the Xuan Demon Ancestor who uses the vast sea of ​​blood to block Lishan City and traps his master in the Five Elements Sect.
Xuansanren!
The heart of the Mohua felt chills, and her eyes were also shaken.
Then are the few demon cultivators on this White Bone Venerable who can be on par with Xuansan Ren, all of them are demon ancestors in the Feather Realm?!
It's 6k again today~
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Chapter completed!