The geese fall outside the mountain, on the road leading to the Ganxuezhou area.

Ink painting is stopping and looking back.

He saw the triple inversion that had been arranged by his own painstaking efforts and racked his brains to explode.

The Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array, which connected the nine state boundaries, completely collapsed.

The black power of nirvana shrouded the heaven and earth, and countless demon cultivators, like thousands of ants, were wiped out of thin air, turned into black powder and annihilated. The dead souls covered the sky and the earth, and the murderous sins were as deep as the sea.

Even if I painted the ink itself, I was moved by it.

This method of using the critical point of entanglement between spiritual power and evil power to "disintegrate" comes from his mysterious computing power that integrates heavenly secrets, as well as his understanding of the transformation of righteousness and demons.

He didn't know much about the power after the actual collapse.

After all, it was the first time that he had collapsed in the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation.

This was his first "practice".

The effect made him feel a little unbelievable.

Even the mysterious changes that appear in it, the two forces of good and evil are united, opposed, penetrated, transformed, and stripped each other..., which fall into Mo Hua's eyes, which made him stunned for a moment.

A sudden enlightenment of the two fundamental laws in the great way of heaven and earth slowly grows from the heart of ink painting.

The ink painting has clear pupils and colorful colors, revealing its obsession with the great way.

And just at this moment, a terrifying and familiar aura came from the horizon.

A bright red lightning fell from the sky, penetrated into the formation, directly erasing four figures and destroying four vitality.

The expression of ink painting was shocked.

Thunder!

"Jie Lei killed Mr. Tu and the others?!"

"I used the formation to collapse and forced Mr. Tu and the others to death?"

"I... forced four feathers to death?"

Mo Hua took a breath and felt a little incredible.

Such a powerful master, when he was on the Killing Wood Cliff, he used the Taoist heart to plant demons, and only forced three feathers to death.

Now he forced four of them to death as soon as he took action. Compared to Master Master, he was even better, and it would not be embarrassing to say it out.

But then, Mo Hua's brows gradually frowned, and his expression was a little solemn:

“Not quite right…”

In his prediction, his three-level collapse will at most be "destroying the formation and destroying the traces" and "killing to silence the mouth".

Erased all the traces of his "participation" in the evil formation and collapsed the formation.

He killed all the demon cultivators who knew he had been in the formation and burned the corpse.

However, these methods are only limited to "feathering".

He has built a foundation himself, and his cultivation is too great. He is not able to "murder" the real person at this level.

From the beginning, he had no hope of killing Mr. Tu and the others.

As long as the blood sacrifice formation is gone, the golden elixir and the following demon cultivators will die, the dangers in the Ganxuezhou area will be lifted, and no innocent monks will be killed, and Mo Hua will be satisfied.

But now, Mr. Tu and the others died in the disintegration of the Blood Sacrifice Array, which was a bit unexpected.

Ink painting is incomprehensible.

Although this kind of disintegration power is strong, its grade is lower after all, so it should not be able to kill the feathers.

They were killing each other and on the verge of despair. They used their cultivation levels in the third grade, so they were wiped out by the way of heaven?

Or was it consumed by the disintegration power and could not bear it. Subconsciously wanted to use the ability of feathering to fly away from the blood sacrifice array, so it touched the limits of the laws of the heavenly way and was wiped out by the thunder of the robbery?

Ink painting thinks that these are possible, but they also think they are a bit far-fetched and difficult to make sense.

So……

The pupils of ink painting are slightly shrunk.

"Is there someone else who secretly attacked Mr. Tu and the others and forced themselves to perish?"

"Or, someone... dominated them?"

As soon as this thought arose, Mo Hua immediately felt cold in her heart.

A strange shadow enveloped my heart.

Mo Hua frowned, her eyes confused, and after a moment she sighed in her heart:

"Let's go first... I've done everything I need to do. This is not a place to stay for a long time, and..."

Mo Hua looked up again and looked at the demon cultivator's silence of fear and a blood sacrifice array shrouded in death, and his heart felt a little cold.

He also felt that there were too many people he killed this time.

A terrifying chill over my head.

The ink painting carried Yu'er on his back and continued to stay away from the third-grade geese falling from the mountain, and walked towards the Qianxuezhou area.

After walking for a while, a murmur suddenly sounded. Mo Hua turned his head and saw Yu'er on his back and slowly woke up.

"Brother Mo...brother?"

There was still a hint of fear in Yuer's voice.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and smiled gently.

Yuer felt relieved and asked in a low voice: "Where are we now? Those demons..."

"It's okay," Mo Hua comforted Yu'er softly, "We are safe, and those demons are dead."

"Die...?"

Yu'er was stunned, and then she felt that the surroundings were silent and the world was dark.

Turning his head, he saw the scene of the formation behind him destroying itself and the mountains and rivers collapse. He immediately opened his mouth wide and his eyes were full of shock.

"Brother Mo, this is..."

"They will die of their own wickedness, and they will be killed by a kind-hearted brother passing by, who will do the way for heaven."

"A good brother who passed by?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded and added: "It's still an unknown brother."

Yu'er stared at Mo Hua blankly and nodded.

"So..." Mo Hua looked at Yu'er with a gentle look and said softly, "Everything has passed, and the nightmare has disappeared."

Yuer's simple and innocent eyes trembled slightly, and her eyes were as wet as spring rain.

"I'll take you back to find your mother." Mo Hua said in a gentle voice.

Yuer's nose was slightly sour, she rubbed her eyes, wiped away her tears, and said softly: "Yeah..."

Mo Hua continued to carry Yu'er and walked towards the Ganxuezhou area.

Yu'er originally wanted to leave by herself, but after leaving the blood sacrifice formation, he always felt stupid and his hands and feet were sore and weak, but he could only carry it by Mo Hua.

The shoulders and back of the ink painting are thin, but straight and soft.

In Yuer's eyes, it seems that she has the spirit of shouldering the sky and carrying the vastness of the earth, which is admirable and at ease.

...

Around the area of ​​the state.

The genius of the four sects and eight sects and twelve ranks have been waiting for ink paintings.

But before they could wait for the ink painting, they saw the scene of the sky where the formation collapsed, the mountains and rivers turned into ashes, and the sky and the earth were dead silent. They all looked shocked, and their hearts were violently impacted, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

After a long time, the shocking emotions gradually digested.

Soon, they realized another problem:

"Where is the ink painting?"

"The formation has destroyed itself, but where is the ink painting?"

"Is he still in the formation and has not come out?"

"Yan Luoshan leads to Ganxuezhou. There is only this road. If he escapes, we will definitely meet it."

"Or, if he really comes out, Daotingsi will also notify us, and there will be news from Taixu Sect."

"But now, we have not seen ink painting, nor have we heard of ink painting, so he..."

Ye Zhiyuan's eyes were lost and murmured: "Mo Hua won't... die..."

"What nonsense!" A disciple of Taixu Sect angrily scolded, "You are dead!"

"How could a younger brother die?"

"You die ten thousand times, and the younger brother can't die!"

Ye Zhiyuan wanted to refute, but when he saw that the disciples of the Taixu Sect were aggressive and looked like he was going to chop him up, he didn't dare to say anything.

The others also frowned and their faces were not very good-looking.

The disciples of Taixu Sect, including Linghu Xiao, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan, Hao Xuan, Yang Qianjun, Ouyang Wu brothers... etc., although they did not admit it, their hearts were all heavy and they couldn't breathe.
To be continued...