Mr. Tu said coldly.

Mo Hua looked at the white and ancient bone hoop with a solemn expression, "This gift is too expensive. I can't accept the reward without any merits."

Mr. Tu said, "The elders give it, you must not refuse."

Mo Hua said humbly: "I don't deserve it."

Mr. Tu shook his head, "You are the only one among all the believers of the God Lord in this entire Qianxuezhou community, who deserves this treasure."

Mr. Tu expressed his tone and his attitude was unstoppable.

Ink paintings are "unable to refuse their affection", but they don't want this evil thing like "bone-standard", so they asked Mr. Tu in a low voice:

"What exactly is this? What is it for?"

Mr. Tu said in a gentle tone: "You will know if you put it on your head."

I don’t want to wear the ink painting, but looking at Mr. Tu’s expression, he would definitely not give up if he didn’t wear it.

Mo Hua tried to buckle the rune bones on his head.

The moment it was pressed, the bone twitched, like a monster opening its mouth, growing ape teeth, "biting" on Mo Hua's head, embedded in the acupuncture point above the head, the sky Chong, Fubai, Fengchi, Tianzhu, Yuzhang, Baihui and other acupuncture points.

And that ancient tooth talisman, like the teeth of an ancient ferocious beast, happened to bite the Shenting acupoint in front of Mo Hua's head.

A powerful force surged out, completely calming down Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

His divine consciousness could not be released, and even his divine nature was suppressed.

Mo Hua could no longer calm down, and immediately became shocked, looked at Mr. Tu with a look of horror and shouted:

"What is this? Why, I—""

Mr. Tu seemed to be smiling, "Why—you can't communicate, are you the 'god" in your sea of ​​consciousness?"

Mo Hua's face suddenly turned pale, she pursed her lips tightly, and didn't dare to say a word.

Seeing this, Mr. Tu almost confirmed his previous inferences.

There is a "evil god" in Taixu Sect, which is the great enemy of the God Lord.

A evil god is also a god. Since he is a god, he must have something to "subscribe" or a person who "parasiticizes".

Normal gods live in things in heaven and earth, build temples, and raise believers. They remain as motionless as mountains and give full play to their graces. They rarely walk around at will.

But the evil god in Taixu Sect is different. He is too "active".

There are everywhere.

Mr. Tu guessed that the evil god should be living in a flesh and blood body, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "company" of gods and humans.

The most suspicious thing about Taixu Sect is naturally this one, the leader of the formation with super-level spiritual consciousness is one by one.

But the affairs of gods are of great importance and require extreme caution.

Mr. Tu thought for a long time, and after careful consideration yesterday, he finally made up his mind and had to use this sealed holy object passed down from ancient times to suppress evil gods.

Using this "sacred object", it seals the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting and suppresses the "gods" on the ink painting.

Gods are born in accordance with the way of heaven and earth. No matter their grade, their existence is not on the same level as human monks.

What's more, the god of Taixu Sect is a "frightened god" who kills countless evil spirits.

A brief encounter in the Wan Yao Valley left a deep shadow on Mr. Tu.

Without the power of the God Lord, Mr. Tu can't do anything about this evil god.

Fortunately, this evil god also has fatal weaknesses. That is his parasitic ink painting.

Those who control parasites will naturally be able to restrain the gods.

Parasitic people are not only the "puppet" of gods walking in the world, but also the most deadly "seal" of gods.

Now, the ink painting is "sealed", and the evil gods can't even think of making trouble again.

On the other hand, the evil spirit is isolated, which is equivalent to "waste" ink painting.

Mr. Tu looked at the anxious ink painting again and sneered slightly.

This is a very lucky brat.

I don’t know what kind of adventure he had received so that he could be favored by the gods when he was young and thus "accompanied" with the gods.

Everything about him was given to him by the "god" in him.

The gods gave him talent, enlightenment, and powerful spiritual consciousness.

It is precisely because of this, with the divine consciousness, he was able to achieve the super-level spiritual consciousness, to achieve the middle stage of foundation building cultivation, defeat a group of formation geniuses, and win the title of leader of Qianxue formation with an almost impossible "monster" posture.

All his Taoist techniques, body techniques, and formations also rely on the spiritual consciousness and the gods on his body.

The reason why he can sleep peacefully in this vicious prison in the wilderness is that he is protected by gods and fearless.

There are actually people in this world who can get the favor of the gods so much that Mr. Tu feels jealous.

But that's all.

Like him, the reason why this kid has everything he has now is because of "God's gift".

With God's gift, he is the genius of learning and the leader of the formation.

Without God's gift, he could only reveal his true form. He was the casual cultivator who came out of a poor place, had poor spiritual roots, poor physical body, and had no other uselessness except for his handsome appearance.

As Mr. Tu expected, the sea of ​​consciousness was sealed, and the communication with the "god" was isolated, and he lost his support. He looked panic and no longer had a calm and peaceful attitude.

Mr. Tu's expression was not obvious, but he grasped the ink painting, which made him feel quite happy.

The Great Wilderness Sacred Relic locks the consciousness and enfeoffs the gods, so he can feel more at ease.

"You come with me again, I'll take you to a place-

Mr. Tu said to Mo Hua, stretched out his pale fingers and a blood pattern flashed. After opening the door of the dungeon, he turned around and left.

Mo Hua's face was pale, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed and followed Mr. Tu helplessly.

Leave the Great Wilderness Prison, follow the steps, and walk all the way to the Evil God Temple, and continue walking forward.

Along the way, Mo Hua still didn't give up and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Tu, what exactly did you wear for me?"

"What is this white bone tightening hoop used for?"

"Where are you going to take me?"

But Mr. Tu, who was as thin as a demon, walked forward blindly without saying a word.

Mo Hua could only shut up when he knew the fun, and then sighed like he accepted his fate.

The whole person was like a deflated ball and could no longer be arrogant.

In this way, the two of them kept walking forward, passing through various flesh, wood, demon reliefs, and stepped into the cold steps, constantly climbing up the steps, getting higher and higher, and their bodies became colder and colder. The temple in their eyes became more and more magnificent, and the statue of the evil god became more and more huge and ferocious. The various demons and evil cultivators under the temple became smaller and smaller as ants.”

Finally, Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu and walked into a hall at the top of the temple.

The main hall is towering and thick, and the door is closed.

At the top of the hall gate, there is a huge portrait of a white bone sheep, and its eyes are empty and overlooking the tiny ink painting.

Mo Hua only glanced at the sheep's head indifferently, but Mr. Tu in front of him was extremely respectful.

He first bowed to the white bone sheep's head, and silently recited something, then reached out and pushed open the door.

The huge hall door slowly opened.

The gust of cold wind and the strong smell of blood came out of the hall, accompanied by it, there were also very noisy struggles and roars.

Mo Hua raised her eyes and her pupils trembled slightly.

There were many people sitting in this hall, densely packed, and without exception, all of them were demons with deep cultivation, blood-stricken and scattered demonic energy, at least above the golden elixir.

A long-lost word suddenly popped up from Mo Hua's mind:

The Wanmo Club.

The ink painting's eyes are slightly condensed.

"This is actually - Wanhua Club"

Among the rules of Huadao's actions, many Huatou, who have deep cultivation and murderous murderous people, gathered together to discuss matters in order to achieve a certain purpose, is the "Wanhua Society".

Wanhuahui is extremely important. Now that the withering of the demonic path is not an amazing event, it cannot gather so many Huaxiu.

And this Wanhua Society, Mo Hua Ren participated in it once.

The boundary of Dalishanzhou, outside Lizhou City, the dead wood cliff, and the magical formation collapsed in the Hua Hall.

His master, Guidao, once led him to participate in a discussion on how to encircle his master's "Wanhua Society".

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tu actually brought him to the Huang Blink Blood Sacrifice Formation, Huatou Praises the "Wanhua Club"

This situation is very familiar.

The ink painting suddenly felt like it was like a moving world.
Chapter completed!