They sensed a sensation.

The soul was seriously injured. Situ Zhenren, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

Mr. Xun, who has been presided over the Xuantian Beidou Seven Star Formation, suppressed the blood sacrifice formation, and distributed a ray of starlight to nourish Situ Zhenren's soul, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Situ Zhenren's face was still as pale as paper, but there was already a hint of spirit in his eyes.

Time is tight, and the ancestors exchanged a few greetings and asked the most important things:

"What happened in the nightmare of Situ Zhenren, the evil god?"

"What's the truth about the evil god?"

"Why do I have to leave the Blood Sacrifice Formation when I study for a monk?"

"In the nightmare..." Situ Zhenren was about to speak, but suddenly his heart was shocked and he realized that he would never tell the story of Mo Hua.

The existence of Mo Hua, and the fact that he crushed and killed demons and swallowed evil gods were all too terrifying.

If it weren't for what he saw with his own eyes, Zhenren Situ wouldn't believe it.

Once such a thing is said, it will cause shocking shock. For ink painting, it is not only not a good thing, but may be a "big disaster".

Never say it!

Not to mention the various great causes and effects in Mo Hua, it is his kindness to save his life, so this kind of thing cannot be said.

Situ Zhenren looked hesitant.

The ancestors of Dongxu all looked slightly deeper, realizing that Situ Zhenren had an unspeakable secret, or that he must have had some secret "unspeakable".

Everyone's eyes were a little deeper.

Zhenren Situ was as if he was on his back for a moment, but he could only bite the bullet and said:

"The affairs of the evil god have been resolved temporarily, but the matter of evacuating the blood sacrifice array... There is another cause and effect..."

"What cause and effect?" Ancestor Dongxu asked.

Situ Zhenren shook his head and said bitterly: "For the time being... I can't say it yet."

Because time was in a hurry, Mo Hua didn't tell him.

Moreover, if there is really a secret in this matter, the ink painting will definitely not be able to say it, otherwise it will reveal the secret of heaven.

Everyone frowned.

They saw that Situ Zhenren was not aware of this.

Some of the ancestor Dongxu who had previously opposed the evacuation of the blood sacrifice formation, looked sarcastic and said lightly:

"In other words, Situ Zhenren, you can't explain the reason yourself, so let us withdraw?"

Zhenren Situ was a little embarrassed, but said:

"I can't explain the cause and effect here clearly, but it must be removed, otherwise there may be... extremely serious consequences..."

When Mo Hua told him, he looked solemn, and it was obvious that this matter was quite serious.

For some reason, Situ Zhenren had a mysterious trust in ink painting.

You Dongxu sneered, "The battle between the righteous and the demon involves life and death in the state, the fortune of the Qianxue, and the people. How can the inexplicable cause and effect be used as a credential?"

"If it weren't for this, I had made a concerted effort before, and at this time, I might have already broken through the Blood Sacrifice Array and completely eliminated the great disaster of the devil. Why did I miss the opportunity like now?"

A Dongxu nodded and said, "I want to attack you now, and I don't know how many disciples will die."

"If you sit idly and let the blood sacrifice array be operated, you will also die in countless monks."

"I missed the opportunity, and at this time it is both offense and defense, and they are all very passive."

"If a disaster occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable." The ancestor Dongxu of Duanjin Gate also sneered and agreed.

Situ Zhenren felt the pressure was as huge as a mountain, but he couldn't say anything about "ink painting".

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Taixu Divine Thought Sword Technique used by Mo Hua, realized something, and turned to look at Mr. Xun from Taixu Sect.

Mr. Xun noticed the gaze of Zhenren Situ, his heart thumped, and he understood instantly.

Ink painting...

This sentence is really from ink painting?!

Under such a great war, the decision to advance and retreat is related to the outcome of the battle and the life and death of thousands of monks. If he builds the foundation, he dares to let Zhenren Situ pass on the message to make a decision?

He is really brave!

But why did he dare?

Mr. Xun frowned, and suddenly his heart trembled. He felt that his whole body was extremely cold. He quickly looked around and looked at the blood sacrifice array in the distance.

The formation was still bloody, and it looked no different from before.

But the world is as cold as the coldness between the three and nine, and it is solemn.

In the vision of cause and effect, it seems that thousands of ferocious souls are roaring, roaring, struggling, and fear. The boundless clouds are covering the sky and condense into a whirlpool of life and death, like the Nine Nether Hell hanging upside down, emerging in the sky.

This is the fear of "death".

This is the deep cold caused by countless "deaths".

Mr. Xun's bones began to tremble, his skin became numb, and a chill penetrated deep into his bone marrow, almost suffocating him.

He could have a vague premonition...
Chapter completed!