"Ten million, you must survive..."

Mr. Xun sighed silently in his heart.

At the same time, Gu Changhuai, who was ordering the Daotingsi, went to Yanluo Mountain to suppress demons, temporarily recruited Zhang Lan, who assisted in killing demons and eliminating demons, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and other disciples of the sect who rushed to Yanluo Mountain to eliminate demons, and other monks from all walks of life who had a close relationship with Mo Hua were silently worried in their hearts and instructed Mo Hua.

"Ink painting, don't have any trouble..."

...

"Ink painting!"

"Ink painting..."

"Senior Brother..."

"Senior Brother, wake up..."

It was pitch black.

Mo Hua seemed to feel that many people were thinking about him and heard that many people were chanting his name.

In a daze, the sound seemed to be far and near, and the consciousness of Mo Hua gradually became clear. Then he struggled and slowly opened his eyes, and saw a group of heads gathered in front of him, with anxious faces calling his name.

Situ, Cheng Mo, Xiaoxiao, Hao Xuan... and more than ten people were his junior brothers.

"Young brother is awake!"

Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, Situ Jian and Linghu Xiao all looked happy and felt relieved.

Mo Hua rubbed her eyes and then recalled what happened.

He was teleported to Xuantian Peak, and then Xuantian Peak was transferred away and then collapsed directly. He was also wrapped in rocks and fell to the ground.

There was no way to rely on the force in the air, and there were too many broken stones on Xuantian Peak, and the ink painting could not be used to open his body, and his body was weak.

Fortunately, the Tai Awu brothers and Cheng Mo and several powerful disciples took turns to serve as "meat pads" for him. He was not seriously injured, but when he fell to the ground, he fell into a coma for a while.

Mo Hua rubbed his head, gradually slowed down, and looked around.

The surroundings are covered with gray and blood. The mountain roads are intricate, with poisonous fog and miasma, and they are all over the sky, with fishy swamps and rotten water flowing.

It is both sinister and evil, but it looks a bit familiar.

"Is this... the geese fall on the mountain?"

Ink painting frowned slightly.

In order to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect, he studied the terrain of Yanluoshan. Later, he surrounded and suppressed the Demon Sect, and he also came to Yanluoshan in person, so he was not unfamiliar with the environment in front of him.

Yan Luoshan was already chaotic and sinister, so he was selected as the resident by the Demon Sect.

But at this time, the geese falling on the mountain was obviously much more bloody and evil than before.

There was even a strange, majestic and magnificent formation aura everywhere.

"Big array?!"

"The evil spirit is so sufficient, is it... the evil formation?"

Ink painting looked shocked.

Now, I am in a great formation of evil ways?

The ink painting is both a little nervous and a little scared, and a little excited.

He suddenly remembered the bone formation monuments he had discovered on Yan Luoshan.

The white bone monument is engraved with ferocious blood patterns, and the blood evil in the air gathers from all directions in the white bone monument, nourishing the blood patterns.

The blood pattern drank full of blood, as if there was life, wriggling little by little, accompanied by a shrill ghost sound.

Now it seems that this white bone monument is probably one of the array media of this evil formation, absorbing all the flesh, resentment, and evil spirits of the monk after his death, transforming them into evil power, and transmitting them to the earth veins to provide energy to the formation.

This is not a small hand.

The person who sets up the formation has extraordinary thoughts, ideas, means, and formation attainments.

This person may be that Mr. Tu.

But the ink painting vaguely felt that even Mr. Tu might not have such attainment...

In other words, Mr. Tu alone cannot set up such an incredible evil formation.

When Mo Hua encircled the Demon Sect, when he saw the white bone formation monument of Yan Luoshan, he felt that this might involve a very terrifying evil formation.

But at that time, he was just speculating that there was no relevant evidence and had little experience in the evil formation, so he was unable to check it.

But I didn't expect that this was really a great formation of evil ways.

And in a blink of an eye, he himself was trapped in this formation.

"Senior Brother, what should we do now?" Cheng Mo asked in a low voice.

The others also looked at the ink painting.

It would be no problem to let them fight and kill, but it would be too difficult for them to plan in danger, avoid good and bad luck, or even see through the formation and seek vitality.

Especially, this is still in a large-scale evil formation.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, looked around, and then asked, "Where are the others?"

There should be thirty disciples who have advanced to the name Di Jian Contest.

And now there are only a dozen people around him.

The five brothers Tai Awu who even protected him and used him as "meat pads" were gone.

Situ Jian and the others shook their heads, "We fell from Xuantian Peak, scattered each other. There were only more than ten of us who fell nearby. Later, we finally found you, Senior Brother, and you have been staying here, waiting for you to wake up..."

The ink paintings don’t wake up, and they can’t rest assured.

Moreover, the surrounding environment is strange and they don’t dare to walk around rashly without ink paintings.

Mo Hua nodded, "First go around, check the environment, and find others."

"good."

"Yes, senior brother."

Everyone responded.

After that, Mo Hua led the way, Linghu laughed and suppressed the formation, Cheng Mo and others protected Mo Hua, formed a formation, and carefully explored nearby.

After walking around, I observed the nearby environment, sensed the aura of the formation around me, and slightly deduced the formation pivot pattern in my mind. With my own experience with the formation, Mo Hua gradually figured out the situation.

This is indeed a great formation of evil ways.

Moreover, the place they are located near the center of the formation, which is a very complex area for the evil path restoration formation.

This area is large and completely sealed.

The formation is filled with evil forces, which stirs up evil thoughts such as hatred, greed, and jealousy in everyone's hearts.

The surroundings were filled with thin blood mist, mixed in the miasma.

The blood mist was even scattered, freeing the evil spirits that ordinary monks could not see at all, like blood leeches.

Mo Hua took everyone in Taixu Sect and walked forward a few steps, and suddenly his expression condensed and reminded him:

"careful!"

Everyone stopped and looked alert.

The atmosphere is evil and weird.

After a few breaths, a ferocious figure suddenly rushed out of the bushes beside him, and with a fishy storm, he roared at Cheng Mo and rushed towards him.

Cheng Mo was prepared for a defense, and he dodged sideways, slashed the man's shoulder with an axe, chopped him over to the ground, stepped forward and stepped on him.

Situ Jian and others also stepped forward one after another, piercing the sword through his limbs and subduing him.

Mo Hua then walked forward.

Cheng Mo and his other men turned the sneak attacker over, and Mo Hua looked at his appearance.

His face is very strange and I don’t know Mo Hua, but he is wearing a Taoist robe in Xiaoyao Sect, and should be one of the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect.

But at this time, the Xiaoyao Sect disciple's eyes were red, full of murderous intent, and kept roaring hideously, like a wild beast. His mouth was full of blood, and some flesh shreds were mixed with, making meaningless and blurry sounds.

Everyone was feeling nauseous when they watched.

Situ Jian frowned: "Senior Brother, this..."

Mo Hua sighed: "The evil spirits enter the brain, and the brain is eaten up."

Situ Jian and others felt a stern.

"That……"

"Kill..." Mo Hua said silently.

Cheng Mo and others were silent and hesitated.

Although they beat them to death at the sword contest, they were just "sword contests" after all, and they would not really die.
To be continued...