The place where he appeared was located on the border of Wupin Qianxue Prefecture.

But the deep mountain he walked toward was a forbidden place, a shadow, and fog, and he didn't know where to go.

Finally, Mr. Tu returned to the gloomy hall.

In the main hall, there is a secret room.

In the secret room, there is an altar. On top of the altar, there is a white, bloody statue of a human face, a goat's horns, and a ferocious white bone.

Mr. Tu knelt before the skull.

His face was pale, with a faint green light, and his voice was old and hoarse:

"Something happened..."

"I ask the Lord God to grant me great power, to discern the secrets of heaven, and to predict good and bad luck."

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed three times.

After knocking, a mysterious evil force descended, and the secret room was filled with blood.

Mr. Tu's body was constantly shaking, his bones were vibrating, and his teeth were creaking. He seemed to be bearing a huge burden and enduring incomparable pain.

After a stick of incense, the blood color faded.

Mr. Tu's pupils were empty, as if he had been parasitized by something. He took out a piece of human bone from the altar with an indifferent expression.

Then he used his long nails to scratch his palm, letting blood drip onto the human bones.

Blood fell on the bones, and nameless evil fire ignited.

The flames were like snake letters, licking the human bones and burning cracks.

Mr. Tu's empty eyes looked at the bloody cracks, and after counting with his fingers, his color suddenly changed:

"Great disaster!"

There will be a great disaster in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!

His eyes retreated from the empty state, but in an instant they were covered with a layer of fear and confusion.

"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been hidden for eight hundred years. There is a forest of divine mist outside, and the consciousness is invisible. There are demon servants inside, and foreign enemies cannot invade. How could there be a catastrophe?"

"Where is this calamity?"

Mr. Tu was puzzled.

"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is the place where demons cultivate, the foundation of demons, the furnace of demon elixirs, and the place where demons return to their souls..."

"This is an extremely crucial link in the Lord God's grand plan. There must be no mistakes, let alone leaks!"

Mr. Tu looked solemn, hesitated again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and knocked three times at the gloomy human-faced sheep bone statue:

"Please ask for the Lord's gift again, sacrifice with blood, use divine thoughts, use the eyes of the Lord, my eyes, to detect the evil intention..."

Mr. Tu said every word.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the pressure on the sea of ​​consciousness doubled, as if a powerful evil thought was forcibly descending on his heavenly gate.

Mr. Tu was overwhelmed and blood flowed from his orifices.

Especially his eyes, which were bleeding profusely and covered with blood.

And through this blood, he finally saw it.

He saw doom.

I saw the real crisis in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!

At this moment, hundreds of sect monks are lurking in the dark outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the Divine Mist Forest!

A large part of them is surprisingly golden elixir!

This is a group of elite monks.

Even more than half of them are inner elders of large sects!

At this time, they were like a pack of tigers and wolves, waiting outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, intent on looking for opportunities to destroy the foundation of the God Lord.

This is a real catastrophe.

Moreover, it is not coming soon, but has already arrived quietly!

Mr. Tu was shocked and angry.

He ignored the continuous divination and the loss of vitality caused by the sea of ​​consciousness forcibly carrying the divine thoughts of the God Lord. He took out an unknown piece of paper that could avoid cause and effect, dipped it in the blood on the ground, and began to write a blood letter on it...

…

Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The elders of Taixu Sect and Chongxu Sect were closing their eyes to rest.

A faint bloody light flashed.

No one else noticed.

However, Xun Zixian, the Taixu Sect's formation master who was a third-grade formation master and had considerable research on the way of spiritual thoughts, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.

Xun Ziyou noticed something unusual and asked, "Zixian, what's wrong?"

Xun Zixian pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Just now... something seemed to look at me."

Xun Ziyou was slightly shocked, "What is it?"

Xun Zixian shook his head, "I don't know, I can't tell. It's even possible that it's just my illusion..."

Xun Ziyou looked solemnly, glanced at the bloody Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm afraid, it may not be an illusion."

Xun Zixian also looked solemn.

Xun Ziyou summoned an inner disciple and ordered: "Send the order and cheer everyone up. Maybe something will happen..."

"Yes, elder."

The disciple was ordered to pass on the order.

Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian looked at each other, and then looked at the gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons at the end of the Bone Passage, their hearts tightening.

…

At this time, in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

In the deepest part, there is a study room burning sandalwood, luxurious and elegant, which is incompatible with the enchanting atmosphere in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

A young master held a precious platinum formation pen in his white palm, and on the paper as white as snow, he drew strokes one by one, outlining formation patterns.

Suddenly he felt something in his heart, took out a piece of unknown leather paper, and spread it in front of him.

There were blood stains on the leather paper.

A line of blood words appeared:

"The great calamity is approaching. The hawks and falcons gather outside the valley. Nothing can be done. I abandon my car to protect my commander..."

Finally, there is a line of writing that is scrawled, but the writing is as sharp as a knife, and every word drips with blood, and the decision is like gut-wrenching:

"Destroy the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!"

The young master was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually became cold.

"Hundreds of years of hard work and a huge foundation can be destroyed at a moment's notice. Mr. Tu is so ruthless in his decision-making and courageous."

"If you continue to break up, you will inevitably suffer chaos..."

In the young master's handsome eyes, half was as clear as the moon, and the other half revealed an eerie and unpredictable look.

…

In the formation stone room.

The ink painting reflects and fuses the void law of heaven in the sea of ​​consciousness with the formation patterns of the Shinto formation. He uses the formation to realize the Tao, and uses the Tao to merge the formation. Finally, he initially comprehends the law of "sealing" and masters the inheritance of the Great Wilderness Shen Tao formation.

The core divine lock formation.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, his eyes sparkling.

Now, I can be regarded as an entry-level "Shinto Formation Master"!

Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness and looked at the sword bones aside.

Formation emphasizes applying what you learn.

Now that you have learned it, you must use it.

He wanted to practice with the "Sword Bone" again and see if this little sword demon could break free from the divine lock formation he had set up this time.

The sword bones were looked at by Mo Hua, and for some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.

Intuition tells it that whenever this little ancestor looks at him with glowing eyes, there must be nothing good going on.

Then it was slightly startled.
To be continued...