Young Master Yun also bowed sincerely.

The middle-aged monk also sighed. Although he was a little reluctant, he still gave a respectful gift.

After that, the three of them gradually drifted away, left Dali Mountain and also left this place of failure...

...

Ink painting is exactly the opposite.

Not only could he not leave, he also followed the intrigue Taoist step by step toward the mountain city and into the depths of this bloody storm.

After leaving the ruined temple, more than ten days later, Mo Hua finally arrived in front of Lishan City.

At this time, he was still dozens of miles away from the mountain city, and he could see the blood banners covering the sky and the surging sea of ​​blood from afar.

Just like the scene he saw when he left Lishan City that day.

“Master…”

Mo Hua was worried, turned his head and asked the Taoist Gui: "Master, are we going to enter the city now?"

The intriguing Taoist looked twisted.

Mo Hua was not surprised. He was used to it. His master, he didn't like to talk much, especially to talk to himself.

I don't care about ink paintings either.

When you cannot change others, you must learn to adapt to others.

He had learned to roughly understand what he wanted to say from the empty and cold face of the foolish Taoist and the dark eyes.

Just like now, Master is dark and unhappy, which means:

"Don't go into the city."

Mo Hua continued: "Don't you go to the city? Where are we going?"

The intriguing Taoist looked at Mo Hua with dark eyes.

"Entering the mountain?" Mo Hua tried.

The demonic Taoist looked stagnant.

Mo Hua said, "What are we doing in the mountains?"

The intriguing Taoist's pupils turned darker and his face became even darker.

Ink painting will understand.

My master wants to shut up.

Mo Hua nodded, followed him honestly, and said nothing more.

And the intrigue Taoist did take him into the mountain and come to a cliff.

This cliff is outside the city of Leshan.

The surrounding mountains and rocks are rugged and the plants are withered.

Ink painting looked up the map and found that according to the mark on the map, it is called "Dry Wood Cliff".

There are clear green mountains and green grass around, but here there, no grass grows.

Mohua released his spiritual consciousness and looked around. He found that the aura here was isolated, and it seemed to hide a dark aura, so the rocks were bare and lifeless.

"What is the purpose of my master bringing me here?"

Mo Hua looked at the Taoist.

The insidious Taoist ignored it and went straight to the cliff.

Mo Hua was shocked, "Master wants to jump off the cliff?"

Then he saw the weird Taoist stepping out with one foot, the heaven and earth were upside down, and the mountains and rivers were hanging upside down.

The cliff under his foot suddenly turned and floated in the sky, forming a huge stone hall. In the stone hall, the houses were dense and the shadows were full of magic.

Mo Hua was shocked, "Is this a illusion array?"

And it is almost fake and real, it must be a second-grade or third-grade formation.

Is this magic array covered up a demon palace?

Is this a lair of the demon cultivator?

And it seems that this Demon Palace has existed for a long time, and it seems that someone has built this Demon Cave on the dead wood cliff outside the Five Elements Sect very early.

The intrigue Taoist looked at the ink painting.

Mo Hua understood, and Master said, "Come with me..."

Mo Hua nodded obediently, followed the intrigue Taoist, and walked up the stone steps and into the Demon Palace.

Once you enter the Demon Palace, you will be bloody and secluded.

And there are yin energy.

Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable, but what surprised him even more was that there were many magic cultivators inside.

These demon cultivators have not only many evil shapes, but also have extremely high cultivation levels. They are surrounded by demonic energy and are obviously practicing the best magical skills.

And the knowledge of these demon cultivators is also significantly higher.

Some demon cultivators on the outside often showed disdain when they saw the demonic Taoist, and even showed fierce eyes and took the initiative to take action.

However, when the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace saw the Demon Taoist, most of them looked solemn and showed a look of fear, as if they could see the identity of the Demon Taoist.

The indifferent Taoist looked indifferent and ignored their gaze.

And their eyes, whether they were shocked, inquired, or indifferent, all fell on Mo Hua...

It seems very strange. Why is there such a child with a low level, no magical skills, a pure temperament, and a childish look on his face.

Mo Hua felt a little guilty when he was stared at by a group of demons.

However, after thinking about it, he felt that he could not lose his master and his "master" face, so he pretended to be calm and raised his head and chest, but his body still couldn't help but lean against the evil Taoist.

He felt that the evil Taoist should be safer around him.

The intrigue Taoist faced everyone's eyes, walked straight to the hall, found a seat to sit down, Mo Hua stood beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Master, what are we doing here?"

The insidious Taoist looked indifferent.

Mo Hua secretly stared at his face and looked at it for a long time. He couldn't read what he wanted to say.

It probably was a long story and couldn't explain it clearly for a while, so my uncle didn't want to say it anymore.

However, if the demonic Taoist doesn't say it, other demon cultivators will still whisper.

Mo Hua listened secretly, and after listening for a long time, he finally heard some key words:

Like the ancestor of the underworld, the demon king, the venerable, the ancestor, and...

The Ten Thousand Demons Club!

"Wan Demons?"

Mo Hua felt a stern in her heart.

A party of the old demons in the Demon Cult?

When my master came to the upside down demon palace on the Dead Wood Cliff, was he going to participate in the "Ten Thousand Demons Club"?

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, and she was a little scared, and said in a low voice:

"Master, isn't it appropriate for me to participate in this 'Ten Thousand Demons Club'..."

I am a serious monk.

Not a little devil.

And it's just refining qi.

Isn’t it rude to attend such a gathering of big demons who are not in line with my age, my realm, and my identity?

The ghostly Taoist's pupils turned black.

Mo Hua shut up silently.

But he was still thinking:

"What is this Wanmohui... what is it for when it is opened?"

"Could it be, targeted at the master?"

"Who will be the demon cultivators who will participate in this Ten Thousand Demons Club? At least the Golden Pill? Will that Xuansan person from the Feather Realm come too?"

"Is there a more powerful devil?"

"The devil... 'Master', what are his plans to participate in this Ten Thousand Demons Club?"

"Does he want to join forces with some Sanren, Venerable, or the Demonic Ancestor to deal with the Dao Ting, plot against the master, and seize the so-called 'great opportunity'?"
To be continued...