The formation of Dongxu Realm!

Everyone's expressions changed when they heard this.

Xun Ziyou broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately wanted to crush the Void Sword Token and call his ancestor, but Xun Zixian grabbed him.

Xun Zixian shook his head, "The formation has been destroyed..."

Xun Ziyou breathed a long sigh of relief.

If the intact fifth-grade formation is a killing formation containing the power of the void, their group of golden elixirs will definitely die once they touch it.

If a teleportation formation is used to bring strong enemies here, kill people and then use the formation to leave, then they will have nothing to do and their death will be in vain.

Life and death are almost just a matter of thoughts.

So Xun Ziyou immediately wanted to crush the Void Sword Token and invite his ancestor.

But since this fifth-grade formation has been destroyed, there is no need to invite the ancestor for the time being, so as not to make the matter bigger.

Xun Ziyou frowned, "When was this formation destroyed?"

Xun Zixian's eyes darkened, "It was destroyed not long ago..."

"No movement at all?"

"There are formation masters who have deployed means in advance. Once they self-destruct, the formation patterns will be erased on their own. There will be little movement and not many traces left, especially the core formations..."

Xun Ziyou frowned, then slowly sighed:

"The water here is a bit scary..."

"This formation has been exposed, which means that behind these monks, there is at least one fifth-grade formation master in Dongxu Realm."

"There are only a handful of fifth-grade formation masters in the entire Qianxue Prefecture..."

"And this fifth-grade formation master was able to bypass the eyes and ears of many powerful monks in the Qianxue State and secretly set up a fifth-grade formation in the Demon Refining Mountain. I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xun Zixian winked at him.

When Xun Ziyou turned his head, he saw Mo Hua beside him with a serious face and listened very seriously. He couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Xun Zixian said: "Let's go back first."

When he said this, he looked at the ink painting.

It means, take this child Mo Hua back quickly.

Xun Ziyou naturally understood that even if they were exposed to this kind of cave-like matter, if they didn't pay attention, it would be easy for their bodies to be wiped out.

Not to mention Mo Hua, a small foundation-building disciple.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me..." Mo Hua said.

Dongxu Formation Master, fifth-grade formation, void teleportation...

He also wanted to hear more about the secrets behind it.

But just as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly trembled, and there was a stinging pain.

There seemed to be thousands of demons roaring and hissing in his ears.

The monsters were ferocious, evil shadows appeared, and evil thoughts lingered around him, eroding his Taoist heart bit by bit.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a "bloodthirsty" impulse in his heart.

It seemed as if I was about to turn into a "monster".

When they noticed the strangeness in the ink painting, Xun Ziyou and both of them were shocked.

"Mo Hua, what's wrong with you?"

"I, didn't..."

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, frowned, and tried his best to control the evil thoughts in his heart, but in the end he couldn't control it.

His eyes suddenly became fierce, he opened his mouth and bit Xun Ziyou's arm.

Like a "little tiger" that chooses people to devour, its expression has become fierce.

Xun Ziyou: "..."

Mo Hua took two bites but didn't move.

Xun Ziyou looked confused and didn't know what to do.

Xun Zixian's expression on the side was condensed, his sleeves were brushed in front of the ink painting, and a stream of spiritual power gently brushed the acupuncture point on the forehead of the ink painting.

Mo Hua's eyes gradually became dull, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

Xun Ziyou glanced at the unconscious ink painting, and asked Xun Zixian with a somewhat solemn expression:

"What's wrong with this child? Is he possessed by an evil spirit?"

Xun Zixian frowned and said, "A little bit..."

Xun Ziyou thought for a moment and said in surprise: "Could there be some evil spirits in the demon refining picture?"

Xun Zixian said slowly: "It's very possible..."

"Then what should I do? Is there any help?"

Xun Zixian thought for a moment and sighed: "Take it back first and show it to the ancestor..."

He does know some ways to deal with evil spirits, but these methods vary from person to person and vary from "evil" to "evil".

It works for some people, but it works for some "evil spirits". It works sometimes and sometimes doesn't work. It's hard to say what the effect will be, and it's hard to guarantee it.

What's more, Mo Hua is a bit special, so he doesn't dare to attack casually.

If something goes wrong, they can't afford it.

It would be safest to knock him out first and bring him back to the sect to show his ancestors.

Xun Zixian thought in his mind.

"Okay!" Xun Ziyou nodded.

"By the way," Xun Zixian suddenly remembered something and said again: "This child bit you..."

Xun Ziyou said calmly: "I'm fine."

Xun Zixian shook his head, "No, check if there's anything wrong with his teeth..."

Xun Ziyou was stunned, "He bit me..."

Xun Zixian nodded, "I know, but if you break his teeth, I probably won't give you a good look."

Xun Ziyou's scalp felt numb, he pinched Mo Hua's cheek, looked at his teeth, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's not broken."

"That's good……"

Xun Ziyou picked up the ink painting on his back and said to Xun Zi Xian:

"Without further delay, I will send this child back to the sect. I will leave it to you here in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. Please be more careful."

"Yeah." Xun Zixian nodded.

After that, Xun Ziyou stopped talking and went back to the sect directly with the "evil-infected" ink painting.

Xun Zixian stayed where he was, looking at the destroyed fifth-grade formation in front of him, and he was in a daze. Finally, he sighed and murmured in a low voice:

"Shan Yu...has already arrived..."

…

Two days later.

Taixu Gate.

A quiet alchemy room.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and saw a vast expanse of white.

He still felt dizzy, and there was still an unknown evil spirit in his ears, screaming like a ghost, making his head hurt.

This seems to be the "sequelae" of eating too much at one time, overeating, and not having time to digest.

The ink painting has not yet recovered.

At this moment, an old but kind voice slowly sounded:

"woke up?"

Mo Hua raised his head and squinted, and found Mr. Xun, a white-haired old man, sitting beside his bed, holding a red pen in his hand, drawing something on a thick stack of formation paper, as if he was correcting the formation.

Operation.
Chapter completed!