Even some monks in the small state realm of the feathers were enough to establish sects.

But now, these four feathered monks were in a mess and angry.

They want Yuer.

They all want to do things that use the divine fetus to make the devil's way.

But when the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman gained benefits, but in the end the gutter capsizes, he is actually cut off by a mysterious boy in the foundation building realm.

But in addition to anger, there was a hint of chill in everyone's hearts.

Especially in the last scene, Mo Hua held the evil fetus and ordered the demons to transform the crowd present and was deeply impressed.

The old man from the Demon Sword Sect had a sharp look, looked at Mr. Tu and questioned:

"Mr. Tu, did you not tell the truth about the origin of this kid?"

"On average, young monks of this age, no matter how talented they are or how talented they are, they will never be able to have such a means."

"Holding gods, understanding people's hearts, and even allowing thousands of demons to guard..."

"This kind of behavior is a 'miracle'."

"Who is this kid...?"

Mr. Tu was silent for a moment and said slowly: "He... is not a human."

The old man from the Demon Sword Sect trembled, "What does it mean?"

Mr. Tu no longer concealed it, and said indifferently:

"This boy named 'Mo Hua' is also a god. No, to be precise, there is a terrible 'evil god' in his body. He is the puppet fetus of the evil god."

The old man from the Demon Sword Sect changed his face.

The turbid eyes of Yin Zi Valley were shining with brilliance.

Shangguan Wang was also shocked.

He was an elder of the Shangguan family and knew about ink painting early on. At first, he only thought that ink painting was a lucky casual cultivator and a genius with a specialized formation, but he did not expect that ink painting is now a "divine fetus".

A fetus of a vicious god.

No wonder Mr. Tu is so afraid of him and the Lord of God trusts him so much.

No wonder his words and actions were like a "miracle"...

Yinzigu Yuhua said coldly: "Why didn't Mr. Tu tell me earlier about such an important matter?"

If he had known it earlier, he would have been desperate and useless measures to take this ink painting for himself.

How could Mr. Tu not see his thoughts and just sneer?

The atmosphere was a little dull. After a moment, the old man from the Magic Sword Sect said slowly:

"We must first find a way to take back the Lord of God. We must never let him fall into the hands of the Qianxue forces. Even if he stays with the divine fetus called Mo Hua, it will be very dangerous..."

"At this time, we should give up all our past grudges. We will work together with the devil."

Everyone looked calm and had different thoughts, but they had no objection.

Those present are all old devils in the Feather Realm, or those who were once the real power elders of a great family. They only have "interests" in their eyes and will not take temporary rifts and disputes into consideration.

Even though they were fighting to death to seize the Lord of God just now, the situation changed, and the few people would naturally join forces without grudges.

"Okay." Mr. Tu nodded.

Yinzigu Yuhua asked, "Mr. Tu, what are your plans next?"

Mr. Tu said indifferently: "We are the devil's way. If we act in the devil's way, we naturally only have one word... Kill!"

"Although some accidents have occurred and are contrary to our plans, the Lord of God has indeed come, and there is no doubt about this."

"We just need to continue to advance the original plan is..."

Mr. Tu's eyes turned cold, "I tried my best to expand the blood sacrifice formation, join forces and complete the blockade, and then attacked the Qianxuezhou area and created a large number of killings."

"The more people you kill, the more serious the murder is, and the stronger the formation."

"Once you break through the Qianxuezhou territory and occupy the Qianlong Mountain Spirit Mine, this entire world will become a breeding ground for evil thoughts, and blood covers the sky and the earth..."

"At that time, the Lord of God will definitely return to his position."

"Of course, before this, I will use the maze formation pivot of the Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Array to continuously position the position of the God Lord and take back the God Lord as soon as possible."

Yin Zigu Yuhua nodded: "If I capture the Ganxuezhou realm, I will refine a corpse city and use the bodies of the body refining sects such as the Vajra Sect and the Dragon Ding Sect to raise my golden corpse."

The old man from the Demon Sword Sect also looked thirsty:

"I want to build a Jiannu Mountain, build it on the gate of the Three Mountains of Taixu, and use the sword fortune of the No. 1 ancient sect to cultivate the ancient magic sword that cultivates my Demon Sword Sect."

Mr. Tu nodded, "Okay."

Shangguan Wang's eyes were slightly cold, "I want to... be the head of the Shangguan family and create a magical family."

Mr. Tu also nodded, "This is natural."

After discussion, the four feathers seemed to have nothing happened. They turned around and left Yan Luoshan and walked back to the depths of the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation.

They are ready to continue to activate the formation and complete the unfinished magical overlordship.

If things come true, they will build a foundation for the devil that will last forever.

Even if things fail, they can still use the blood sacrifice formation to continue to commit a large number of murderous crimes and chew a large piece of flesh and blood from the Ganxuezhou community.

Even if the blood sacrifice formation is eventually destroyed, they can still leave. With their existing experience, this entire blood sacrifice process will be extended in the entire world, so that all the people in the world can feel the despair and fear brought by the Lord of God...

The Lord of God has left for the time being, but will come back sooner or later.

If you want to do great deeds, your road will be tortuous and your future will be dark.

Everyone was immersed in their ambitions.

But after just a few steps, Mr. Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly noticed something and asked:

"Why did you suddenly stop doing anything?"

"They all retreated." said the old man from the Demon Sword Sect.

"Retreat?" Mr. Tu's pupils shrank and he smelled an unusual scent, "Why did he withdraw?"

Yin Zigu Yuhua sneered, "A group of hawks and dogs with corpses in Dao Tingsi, and pigs and dogs that were raised in the righteous sect. This life-and-death battle situation is so normal."

"Only without reputation or profit, they will be in corpses. Once the interests are related, Daotingsi will be a mad dog." Mr. Tu shook his head, "The Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation shakes their foundation. They will never let it go because of fear. There must be something strange about it..."

Yin Zigu Yuhua's eyes were cold, "When you do something big, do you have to do something? They want to do it in one go and catch us all in one go?"

"It's not that there is no possibility..." Mr. Tu frowned, with a hint of fear, "Don't underestimate... Those immortal 'ancestral's' in the Xuezhou area are the real foundation of various sects and families, and their minds are unfathomable..."

"That……"

Mr. Tu suddenly felt a thrill in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Let all the disciples of the Demon Sect not stick to it..."

Mr. Tu's eyes trembled slightly, "I want to check some more things..."

...

The Guanjian Tower is located in the area of ​​Ganxuezhou.

The ancestors of Dongxu looked at the majestic blood sacrifice array and the endless sea of ​​blood rushing in the sky, still frowned.

"It's been so long and it's still calm. Why do we want to evacuate the Blood Sacrifice Formation?"

"This is the instructions of Zhenren Situ."

"Is Zhenren Situ really still 'Zhen Shitu'? Is it possible that he has been polluted and we are all trapped in the evil god's trick?"

"The evil god is a divine being. He is good at bewitching people's hearts, so he has to be careful..."

"Eliminate evil and fighter opportunities cannot be delayed."

"It is unknown whether the evil god has been killed or subdued. It is not the best way to fight rashly at this time."

"We have been here for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, and we cannot take risks."

"It is precisely because of the foundation of ten thousand years that we should encircle and suppress these remnants of the demonic path as soon as possible to completely eliminate the tumor of the evil path formation, so as not to nourish the poison and make the situation uncontrollable."

"If the blood sacrifice formation is not broken, the losses will be greater, and more monks will die. After Daoting is held accountable, we cannot explain."

The ancestor Youdongxu sneered, "Daoting is afraid that I would like to be a big basket in the Xuezhou area. He just took the opportunity to reach in..."

"Silence your voice, don't say this."

"The affairs of the evil gods are mysterious and vague, and it is difficult to see the end. It seems that we can only wait until Zhenren Situ wakes up and ask what is going on..."

"That's all..."

...

The hall of Guanjian Tower was a little quieter.

The ancestor Zhongdongxu was worried, but his face was still as deep as water.

After a while, the old ancestor Dongxu who had originally closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and looked at Zhenren Situ lying in the seven-star formation.
To be continued...