Their young brother Mo Hua is smart, upright, friendly, wise and powerful, strong spiritual consciousness, strong formation, good body skills, and will hide. When encountering anything, there is a solution...

Such a young senior brother will never die!

But they soon realized that this was just their wishful thinking.

No matter how powerful the younger brother is, he is just a person after all.

He is just a disciple of the sect with foundation-building cultivation.

He can't live without death.

It was just that they took it for granted that he was not dead.

Especially, in such a magnificent and evil formation with demons, it is full of dangers and viciousness.

With the cultivation of the younger brother, being able to protect himself and not be deceived and degenerate by the demonic path is already burning incense.

Now, what made them even more frightened was that the entire magical formation was blown up by no means known as the master.

The terrifying aura of destruction was emitted inside and outside the formation, and all living beings were destroyed. How could their young brother be spared?

"Can you be the younger brother..."

All the disciples of Taixu Sect had a thump in their hearts and trembled in their hearts.

Linghu smiled and pursed his lips, frowned and said, "We... wait a little longer."

"Yes." Situ Jian and other disciples of Taixu Sect nodded.

The geniuses of other sects also stayed and waited for the ink painting together.

But they waited for a long time until the formation completely collapsed, and all living beings turned into black and gray, and their dead aura rushed straight into the sky, but Mo Hua did not see him.

"Senior Brother..."

The disciples of Taixu Sect's hearts became colder and colder, and some even began to turn red and secretly rub their eyes.

"Mo Hua... is he... really... dead?"

Ao Zhan and Xiao Ruohan from the four major sects all looked a little dull.

Among the eight gates, Song Jian, who broke the Golden Gate, bit his lips tightly, feeling sad.

Qin Cangliu of Guishui Gate, Lu Zhenlong of Zixia Gate, Ye Zhiyuan of Daluo Gate, Feng Zichen of Xiaoyao Gate, Shi Tiangang of Vajra Gate... These genius disciples who have had grudges with Mo Hua are also in a complicated mood and look lonely.

They had a feud with ink painting and hated ink painting.

But they were also saved by Mo Hua and were favored by Mo Hua.

Now, after Mo Hua rescued them, he said he wanted to save people, went deep into the evil formation, and died in the formation...

He is young and talented, but he sacrifices himself for others and dies in the great formation of demonic path...

This unexpected development made all of them look sad and their hearts sore and astringent.

People die like lamps extinguishing.

Since you are dead, all your grudges will disappear.

They even started to recite ink paintings.

Some people even thought that Mo Hua had surpassed the four sects to win the leader of the formation, and showed their forbearance in the swordsmanship conference, and issued orders in the blood sacrifice formation to turn the tide and save a group of geniuses... Such extraordinary deeds were sighing in their hearts.

Contempt turns into admiration, hatred turns into regret.

Some people even had slightly red eyes and looked melancholy.

The atmosphere was solemn, and everyone was sad and sad about the ink painting, mourning and observing silence for the ink painting, who was so amazing but died young.

There is a layer of sadness between heaven and earth.

In this tragic and solemn atmosphere, a familiar, crisp, and curious voice suddenly rang out from behind them:

"What are you doing here...?"

Everyone was startled and looked back quickly. They saw Mo Hua, who was "worrying in silence" by them, was carrying a child on his back. At some point, he stood quietly behind them, with a strange expression on his face.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

There seemed to be a faint cool breeze blew through the air.

"You..." Ye Zhiyuan took a breath, "You... aren't dead?"

Mo Hua glanced at him, "You are dead."

He left Yan Luoshan, went straight back to Taixu Gate, and walked to this nearby. He saw this dark group of people from afar. At first glance, he didn't know the truth. Based on the principle that more things are worse than less things, he originally wanted to go around and avoid them.

But when I got closer, I realized that these are all "acquaintances".

Xiaoxiao, Cheng Mo, Situ and other junior brothers are also there.

Mo Hua came over and said hello.

But... these people seem to have a bit weird, their eyes are red, and they are a little sad?

Mo Hua looked confused, "Why are your eyes red? Have you encountered sad things?"

The geniuses from the four sects and seven sects froze when they heard this. After being embarrassed, they immediately became angry and embarrassed.

This ink painting is really annoying!

Very despicable and hateful!

This look of pretending to be innocent must be laughing at people like me!

The sadness just now really feeds the dog!

They were both ashamed and angry, not only jealous, but also blushed.

The disciples of Taixu Sect were very happy.

The younger brother lost it and got it again. While they were relieved, they all showed bright smiles, and then asked curiously:

"Senior Brother, where did you go just now?"

"Didn't I say that I'm going to save someone..." Mo Hua patted Yu'er's butt behind him and signaled him to save the person, "Let you not worry about me and go back to the sect earlier."

"oh……"

Only then did they remember that the younger brother seemed to have said so.

Moreover, the child rescued by the younger brother is also very familiar with him. He is the child named "Yuer" who is in the kitchen hall and eats with the younger brother every day.

"Senior Brother, you..."

Situ Jian wanted to ask something, but suddenly he saw Mo Huayintang turning black, pale lips, and trembling all over his body. He immediately felt shocked:

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Hua's expression changed and he realized that something was wrong.

In the dark, there seemed to be a continuous stream of black and extremely fierce aura, which came from the sky and poured into his heavenly gate. A series of dead ghosts followed the murderous sins he committed and eroded into his fate.

In front of him, there seemed to be thousands of shadows of wronged souls covering the sky and the sun.

In his ears, there seemed to be Jiuyou's endless souls, roaring at him.

The dead souls will eliminate evil spirits, and the evil ghosts will seek their lives.

The coldness of Jiuyou penetrated into the bone marrow.

This is the murder he committed, and he should bear this guilt.

And he killed too many times, and the blame was so heavy that it was extremely outrageous.

It was so heavy that Mo Hua felt difficult to breathe, and the whole body was cold. Even the breath that was exhaled seemed to be filled with the gloomy and cold wind of Jiuyou.

The expression of the ink painting was extremely painful for a moment.

He suddenly grabbed Situ Jian's arm, feeling his chest tightness and shortness of breath. Every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength, but he still gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Bring me... and Yuer... back to Taixu Gate..."

After saying that, Mo Hua could no longer bear the endless murderous evil in her destiny, and her spiritual consciousness was stunned and fainted.

"Senior Brother!"

Situ Jian's expression changed drastically, and the other disciples of the Taixu Sect were also shocked.

The geniuses of other sects were shocked and looked at each other.

Linghu Xiao quickly tried Mo Hua's arm, but after just touching it, he felt that Mo Hua's hands were like thousand-year-old ice, and like the Nine Nether Cold Springs, containing the cruel and extremely sinister coldness. With just a gentle touch, Linghu Xiao's whole body was cold, and his ears were full of harsh and sharp sounds of the dead souls.

"This is……"

Linghu smiled pale in his face. When he turned his head, he saw that the Yin Tang of Mo Hua was as dark as ink. The black air covered his fair cheeks, and the evil spirit was so strong that it dripped.

"Yin Qi turns into ice, evil Qi turns into water..."

"What did he do..."

The disciples of Taixu Sect had shocked eyes and looked unbelievable, and then they did not dare to neglect them anymore:

"Hurry, go back to the sect and ask Mr. Xun..."
Chapter completed!