Mr. Tu?!

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

Although he didn't know the identity of Mr. Tu, judging from various past deeds, it was very likely that this "Mr. Tu" was the number one "lackey" of the Great Wild Evil God in the Qianxue Prefecture.

If this is the case, the level of cultivation will definitely not be low.

The formation must be profound and the spiritual mind must be very strong.

You may not be able to hide it yourself!

"Not good!"

Mo Hua was a little panicked and felt a little cold.

At this moment, the bloody figure possessing the black-clothed leader was suddenly startled, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Mo Hua.

But his vision was blocked by the huge statue of the ram-horned demon.

Mo Hua immediately retracted his head, gathered his breath, and sat motionless on the horned skull, not even daring to make any sound.

The bloody figure's eyes were fixed on the direction of the ink painting.

The leader in black who was possessed by it was a little confused and asked: "Sir, what's wrong?"

The bloody figure was stunned for a moment, then suddenly frowned.

It resides in the leader in black, and can only borrow the words of the leader in black, as if talking to himself, but his expression and tone are completely different:

"There is a hint of 'god' on the statue."

The leader in black was startled and said in fear:

"Could it be...that the 'God Lord' has arrived?"

The bloody figure's voice was a little distorted, with a strange hoarseness and a hint of confusion:

"No... In order not to be inferred by those old people, this altar has never been used. Why does it have the aura of the 'God Lord'?"

The leader in black frowned and said:

"Sir, would you like to go to the altar and have a look?"

"Bold!" The bloody figure's voice suddenly became stern, "The Lord of God cannot be desecrated! The holy place of the altar is the supreme place where the Lord of God lives. How can it be touched by you and me in our mortal bodies?"

The leader in black was scolded and immediately bowed and said:

"Sir, please forgive me. It was my ignorance that offended the majesty of the great Lord God. My sin deserves death."

The bloody figure looked slightly relieved.

"But...where does this divine aura come from?"

The leader in black thought again for a moment, suddenly realized, and said with a trembling voice:

"Sir, could it be that... the plan we have been planning for a long time is about to come true, and the Lord of God is gradually recovering?!"

"The power of the Lord of God is gradually awakening, so the aura of the Lord of God is also coming to the originally empty altar?"

The bloody figure was startled for a moment, then his eyes flashed and he said:

"kneel!"

The black-clothed leader was immediately ordered to kneel down, touch his head to the ground, and together with the bloody figure on his body, he bowed respectfully three times to the statue of the ram-horned demon—and at the same time, unknowingly, to the ink painting behind the statue, and shouted at the same time:

"My Lord is immortal and has eternal life."

Mo Hua's mood was a little complicated for a while.

After prostrating, the leader in black lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at the statue of the ram-horned demon, for fear of offending the will of the "God Lord" who had descended here.

Afterwards, the leader in black walked respectfully back to the main hall.

He dared not look at the statue again.

At the same time, I dare not approach the altar behind the statue.

Mo Hua slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was prepared to take action immediately if he was discovered, draw a formation with his divine consciousness and use ink to blow up the statue together with the altar, and then take the opportunity to escape.

Fortunately, the followers of the Great Wilderness Evil God are quite pious.

It is precisely because of their piety that they have preserved the altar of their god.

Mo Hua glanced at the broken bone sword in his hand.

There is no breath in the sword.

The sword bones inside may have sensed danger and were "playing dead".

Mo Hua shook his head, then secretly poked his head out and glanced at the bloody figure on the black-clothed leader.

This bloody figure must be that "Mr. Tu".

The figure was filled with a strange aura of reason and violence intertwined.

But the strange thing is that this aura is not particularly strong.

"Not me?"

Mo Hua murmured in his heart.

It looked more like a remnant soul, and it was only at the level of foundation building, reaching the peak of foundation building.

It is probably because, if the leader in black who is possessed by the peak of foundation building is at a high level of remnant soul and exceeds the level of foundation, the load will be extremely heavy and the leader in black may not be able to withstand it.

"It's just a remnant soul..."

Mo Hua is a little disappointed.

But at the same time, I'm a little lucky.

If it were really "Mr. Tu" who came in person, I would probably be doomed.

But thinking about it on the other hand, if the real person of "Mr. Tu" is really in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, then the result of using copper coins to calculate the secrets will probably be "serious".

Not bad...my calculations are pretty accurate.

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

On the other side, the leader in black walked to the center of the hall, sat upright, then made a disciple salute to the opposite side and said respectfully:

"Disciple Jin Yixuan, I respectfully invite you to teach me the formation."

Jin Yixuan?

Mo Hua was startled.

Sure enough, he is a child of the Jin family. His name is only one character different from that of Jin Yicai. He is probably of the same generation and has a close bloodline.

and……

Teach formations?

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.

Please ask "Mr. Tu" to teach the formation. Could it be that what he is teaching is...

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated, and continued to listen.

Sure enough, after a while, the bloody remnant soul of "Mr. Tu" solemnly said:

"The Tao is not lightly asked, and the Dharma is not lightly taught. Do you know what kind of inheritance I want to pass on to you?"

Jin Yixuan, the leader in black, kowtowed and said:

"Disciple knows that what you taught me is the supreme knowledge of formations given by the gods with the knowledge of ordinary people——"

"Shinto formation!"

Mo Hua's heart suddenly jumped.

It’s finally here!

Shinto array!

In the main hall, the bloody afterimage of "Mr. Tu" nodded slightly and said solemnly:

"The Shinto formation is a way to steal the way of the gods."

"The essence of the Shinto formation is to use the formation pattern manifested by the way of the gods to mutate people's mental power, thereby competing with the gods."

"This is a heretical formation!"

"It's a lowly, ant-like monk who uses it to offend the majesty of the gods and blaspheme the evil ways of the gods!"

"This type of formation is not tolerated by the God Lord!"

Mr. Tu sounded angry.

He paused for a moment, and after calming down his anger, he continued:

"But all things in the world are subject to change in a lifetime, one positive and one negative, one smooth and one negative..."
To be continued...