The body of the divine thought of the Mo Hua, because of the Tianyan Art, is like a fairy child in his teens. His skin is as white as jade and shines with golden light. Now a dragon horn grows on his forehead. In addition to the demigod and half-human, it also brings a majestic aura of an evil-proof beast.

And Pixiu, rumored to be an ancient dragon son.

The horn of Pixiu also echoes the dragon soul in Mohua's body, and gradually merges with his spiritual thoughts, making it natural.

After reaching the contract, Pixiu's big head rubbed the ink painting again.

It didn't say anything, but the "intelligent" Mo Hua understood and nodded and agreed:

"A word is certain, I will definitely grab the dirty things for you!"

The Pixiu is very satisfied.

In its eyes, the current ink painting is a golden "fortune cat".

In the eyes of Mo Hua, this big Pixiu is equivalent to the "big tiger" he used to protect his body.

Mo Hua touched his forehead again.

The corners on the forehead have disappeared.

But this horn was like a contract, engraved on his sea of ​​consciousness, reminding him of his contract with Pixiu at all times.

If you fail to make a promise, you will be punished by the laws of the divine beasts.

At the same time, ink paintings can also feel the power of the laws from Pixiu.

This power of law contains the energy to suppress evil. Although ink paintings cannot be called actively, they seem to be passively immune to a certain degree of evil power.

This should also be equivalent to the "blessing" of Pixiu.

Although ink paintings are not afraid of evil spirits, the power of the law of "suppressing evil" is a good thing.

This kind of natural talent of this divine beast is something that ordinary people cannot seek. Now it is engraved in their own sea of ​​consciousness.

Maybe in the future, I can understand the rules.

The ink painting was given a "horn" by Pixiu, which is equivalent to being regarded as a kind of person by Pixiu.

Pixiu no longer stopped him, shook his big head, slowly got up, moved his butt away, and exposed the entrance of the temple cave behind him, which was the exit of the seal of the Great Wilderness holy relics.

"You can go out!"

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly brighter, she waved goodbye to the big-headed Pixiu, and then walked to the entrance and exit. In just a moment, her mind was connected and she suddenly became clear.

In reality, the ink painting opens his eyes.

He also had a white bone band on his forehead, but his spiritual consciousness was free to be retracted and there was no slight obstacle.

This means that this great wilderness holy object has completely ineffective on him.

The power of Pixiu can no longer block him.

The holy relics of the Great Wilderness were broken, and there were also the surrounding flesh and blood prisons.

This is a prison made by Mr. Tu, who uses his unique blood threads to control the array patterns, controls the blood sacrifice formation, and uses the flesh and blood in the maze to shape it.

Everything is planned, and nothing is done.

Mo Hua had conceived many ways before, and wanted to open this flesh and blood prison, and was preparing to try it one by one.

But as his thoughts moved, he seemed to have some sense. The prison was opened by itself while the flesh and blood squirmed.

It seemed as if the flesh and blood in this maze could be subject to his "order".

A proof of ink painting is a bit unexpected.

"Is it because I learned the Blood Sacrifice Formation and comprehended the Mysterious Sky Formation?"

"Or because I once 'eated' an evil fetus and had a sense and connection with the maze of the evil god?"

Ink painting frowned.

But now, time is urgent, and he has no time to dig into the bottom line.

This flesh-and-blood maze cannot trap him, which is also a good thing.

Leaving the flesh and blood prison, the sea of ​​consciousness is no longer sealed, and Mr. Tu is not here. Mo Hua can finally explore the maze in front of him relatively "freely".

He walked along the flesh and blood maze, watching and moving forward.

The entire flesh and blood maze, with flesh and blood skeletons outside, and the inner part consists of the Mystery Heaven Formation and the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Mr. Tu taught him the formation pattern, formation pivot, and simple formation theory.

But theory is just a theory after all, and formations need to be learned, drawn and applied in practice.

The flesh and blood maze in front of you is the "example" of Mr. Qiongjitu's lifelong efforts and accomplishments.

The true essence is contained in it.

Moreover, ink painting is certain that Mr. Tu must have a lot of things about the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice and the Mysterious Heaven Formation, which he hid and did not teach him.

After all, the "apprentice" of the church starves to death.

In this case, you have to find a way.

As a formation master, you must have a desire for knowledge and cannot wait for others to feed anything.

You must learn to be self-reliant and find something to learn by yourself.

Just like the formation in front of you, Mr. Tu has to verify it yourself; if he doesn’t teach it, he has to explore and comprehend it yourself.

As for how to explore and understand it in detail, ink painting has rich experience.

He took out a jade slip and looked at it while walking.

All the array patterns and array pivot details that you saw along the way that you felt a little deeper and could not understand were recorded in the jade slip. At the same time, in my mind, the structure of the entire flesh and blood maze and the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation, Mr. Tu didn't teach him, the deeper and more complete array structure.

The more you remember the details of ink paintings, the more you remember.

The composition of the flesh and blood maze and the Huangtian Blood Festival in my mind is getting more and more complete.

At the same time, he became more and more familiar with the surrounding environment.

But there was one thing that made him feel a little strange.

That is, this flesh-and-blood maze is obviously very bloody, very ferocious, very gloomy, and disgusting, but when Mo Hua walks in the maze, she always feels "familiar" as if she is walking at home.

The flesh and blood maze also seemed to have a little "resonance" with his sea of ​​consciousness.

At that moment, Mo Hua even wondered if he would-

Is it also the "evil fetus" born when an evil god came to the world?

Mo Hua frowned, thought deeply for a moment, and gradually felt relieved.

When the evil god is resurrected, he also chooses "people".

Like Yuer, who is born in aristocratic family, carries the bloodline of karma and dragons, and has the best spiritual roots, is the best "divine fetus".

Which evil god would be blind and look for himself, without blood, poor spiritual roots, weak physical body, or a poor cultivator who is born in poverty comes to resurrection?

When his family was young, they were so poor that they didn't even look down on thieves, let alone evil gods.

The evil god really wants to join his fetus, and he has to experience the sufferings of people when he is born, and it is really impossible to violate it.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt much more relieved.

He began to concentrate on his mind, continue to be familiar with the environment, and study the formations in the flesh and blood maze.

The more you study, the more you gain.

But he didn't dare to study it for too long, let alone explore it too deeply.

Because Mr. Tu didn't know when he would come back, if he found out that he could break through the seal and run around everywhere, he would definitely be wary and might even be furious. He would not care about it and kill himself immediately.

Therefore, this kind of thing is safe and stop whenever you see it.

In this way, Mo Hua walked around and recorded many details and questions about the formation. Then he returned to the flesh and blood prison, wearing a bone-shaped headband honestly, staring at the formation pivot left by Mr. Tu, pretending to study, but he was thinking about other more difficult questions in his heart.

I don’t know how long it took, a cold breath came.

Mo Hua immediately sat upright.

He knew that Mr. Tu was back.

Sure enough, in just a moment, Mr. Tu appeared outside the door.

Mr. Tu did delay something, and the first thing he did after he came back was to "check rounds" and check the situation of the ink painting.

Seeing that everything around him was intact, Mo Hua wore a sacred object on his head and learned the formation he arranged casually, Mr. Tu was relieved.

I even felt that I was a little overconfident.

I think so, he used all the holy relics of the Great Wilderness to suppress a mere foundation-building monk. How could there be a reason why it could not be suppressed?

When Mo Hua saw Mr. Tu, he was afraid that he would think too much, so he quickly looked worried and asked:

"Mr. Tu, you are in a hurry. Is something wrong?"

Mr. Tu felt relieved, his pupils shrank slightly, "Something happened."

"What's the matter?" Mo Hua asked in a low voice.
To be continued...