"This is the first time in my life that I am so embarrassed..."

He kept the outline of the young god firmly in his heart, his eyes cold:

"I will never forget this humiliation..."

…

At the moment when the remnant soul was wiped out, in the Qianxue Prefecture, in the Qiandao Sect, an elder who was teaching his disciples suddenly turned pale and had a splitting headache.

It was as if a ray of soul had been torn out of the body.

His face was a little distorted, almost losing its original shape.

"Elder Shen" quickly covered his face with his sleeves to hide his face. At the same time, he arched his body and coughed uncontrollably, almost coughing up blood.

The disciples were all startled and looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

A disciple expressed concern:

"Elder, are you okay?"

"Elder Shen" coughed a few more times, secretly smoothed the human skin on his face, and then slowly raised his head.

His face was frighteningly white, like the face of a dead person.

The whole person also looked extremely haggard.

The disciples sitting down looked shocked.

"Elder, you..."

"Elder Shen"'s mind changed rapidly, his face was bitter, he sighed and said slowly:

"I recently got an ancient scroll of formations. It's very difficult and obscure. I spent so much time sleeping and forgetting to eat that I couldn't understand it. Unknowingly, my spiritual consciousness was somewhat exhausted and my vitality was damaged."

After Elder Shen finished speaking, he looked up at the crowd of disciples and said in a serious tone:

"...You should also take this as a warning. When learning formations, you must do what you can. If you don't have enough spiritual awareness, you can't force your understanding. You can't rush for a while. You must do it step by step and step by step..."

"If you are greedy for success and rush forward, you will be like me..."

Elder Shen coughed a few times and his face became paler, "...the loss of spiritual consciousness has damaged the foundation."

All the disciples felt awe-inspiring and bowed their heads one after another:

"Thank you, elder, for your teaching. Disciples will definitely remember it."

"Elder Shen" nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, let's continue the class..."

"yes."

Elder Shen opened the file, compared it with the formation map on the formation plate, and explained the formation method to the disciples, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

But in his heart, he was not at all calm.

"That remnant of my soul...is actually dead?"

"What happened in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."

"Who destroyed my remaining soul?"

Elder Shen couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly and felt a chill in his heart.

…

In the picture of refining the demon.

The ink painting was covered with golden light, and with lightning speed, it obliterated a blood-colored evil demon. When he turned to look at another figure, it was too late.

In a quick glance, he only saw the figure of a noble and honorable young man.

But before I could take a closer look at its specific appearance, it gradually became blurred and completely disappeared, leaving no one to know where it went.

"What a pity..."

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

This bloody evil demon suddenly came over and killed him with great force.

I was careless and didn't think of holding back, so I penetrated its mind with a sword and killed it, leaving no one alive.

Now that I think about it, this should be the "Mr. Tu".

And that "young master" failed to keep him and let him escape without even seeing his face clearly.

"The plan is so thorough and the actions are so secretive. It's really not easy to catch..."

Mo Hua felt sorry in his heart.

"If you run away, just run away. There should be another chance later..."

Mo Hua calmed down, turned his head, looked around, and found that the surroundings were empty and nothing special, and doubts arose in his heart:

"What are Mr. Tu and this young man doing hiding behind the ram's horn gate?"

They kept it so secret, it must be a big deal.

It is even a big thing that must be accomplished even if one dies.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, looked around again, and suddenly said "eh" softly.

He found a small blank mural.

This mural is different from the Demon Refining Picture outside. It is only one person tall and is bare with nothing on it.

Mo Hua almost dismissed it as an ordinary "stone wall".

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, felt it carefully, and was shocked.

"There is a...very special smell..."

Serene, quiet, mellow, sweet...

It seems to be an aura that is close to the origin of gods, making the "divinity" in the ink paintings' spiritual thoughts give rise to a kind of restlessness of desire.

"What's this?"

The reason why Mr. Tu and the others are hiding here secretly is to erase the traces of this thing and prevent others from...

Or just don't let yourself find out?

The ink painting is a bit confusing and even more curious.

He really wanted to know what was hidden in this blank mural that could have such a "mellow and sweet" aura of the gods.

Mo Hua checked the mural again, inch by inch.

Even other things in the temple were carefully "scanned" with spiritual consciousness.

But still found nothing.

"My hands and feet are quite clean..."

Mo Hua shook his head. Seeing that there were no other clues around him, he could only sigh in his heart:

"That's all, it's getting late, let's go back first."

"Anyway, I will have to deal with the Great Wilderness Evil God in the future. When I have clues, I will peel them off and investigate slowly."

"Moreover, the demon ate too much this time. If you don't go back to meditate early and get rid of distracting thoughts, you will have problems with your Taoist heart..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

The demonic thoughts of Mr. Tu’s remnant soul and his death are still floating in the air.

Mo Hua dislikes these evil thoughts and naturally won't eat them.

He condensed a few more sword energy to exterminate these remaining demonic thoughts, completely eliminating the trouble, and then left the hall.

After leaving the main hall, Mo Hua found the sword bone hiding in a corner, "keeping to himself".

Since the demons swarmed around, this sword bone has been hiding here "pretending to be dead".

Of course, Mo Huaben didn't expect it to help him.

The demons in the Great Hell are rioting, so it’s good that it can survive.

"I'm back..." Mo Hua said.

"Yes, yes..." Jian Gugu nodded repeatedly.

It only had bones left in its waist, and it bowed even more.

After seeing the countless demons in this prison being completely suppressed and even devoured by the ink paintings.

The sword bones were as silent as cicadas, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads and look directly at the ink paintings.

Since it transformed into a sword demon, it has never seen a god.

But thinking about "gods" is nothing more than that.

When he thought that the spiritual power of the little ancestor in front of him was as strong as that of a god, Sword Bones couldn't help but bend his waist even lower.

Along the way, the little ink painting held its head high and the tall sword demon bowed.
To be continued...