Situ Zhenren sighed again: "But these are not suitable for ink painting. The child's fate is too cruel. Moreover, the Qiandao luck brings its body, so the situation is even more complicated. It is not that simple. It can be strangled by stifling it."

Even if he really wants to kill Zhenren Situ, he can't do anything.

Mo Hua saved his life, but he could not repay his grudges.

Mr. Xun is even more unlikely to give up.

Mo Hua is even closer than his grandson.

Unless Mo Hua really becomes a vicious demon in the future, neither Situ Zhenren nor Mr. Xun will be able to make up their minds and kill Mo Hua.

Mr. Xun pondered for a moment and sighed: "It's too early to say this at this time. Let's talk about this child Mo Hua wakes up."

Situ Zhenren nodded.

The two of them stopped talking and drank tea on their own, but they were obviously worried, with a layer of sorrow between their eyebrows.

And the outside world is changing.

The blood sacrifice array was disintegrated and the demon cultivators were slaughtered, causing shock to all parties, as well as a series of subsequent suspicions, disputes and many incidents.

But all of this has nothing to do with Taixu Sect.

Taixu Gate was ordered by Mr. Xun, and the mountain gate was closed to isolate all interference and cause and effect calculation.

Undercurrents in the outside world are surging.

However, from the ancestor to the disciples, the Taixu Sect only cares about the safety of ink painting.

Finally, seven days later, in the old ancestor's cave in the back mountain of Taixu, Mo Hua, who had been sleeping for a long time, slowly opened his eyes.

His destiny is reflected in his eyes.
Chapter completed!