Divine punishment is still intensifying, and it is the punishment of several crimes at the same time.

Mr. Tu's bones were broken inch by inch, his flesh and blood was twisted into twists, and blood seeped into the floor. But Mr. Tu did not dare to resist or beg for mercy, so he could only bear it all.

His hatred for Taixu Sect, along with this pain, continued to penetrate deep into his bones.

If it hadn't been for Taixu Sect... the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons would not have been destroyed, Rouge Boat would not have been swept away, and his plans would not have been hampered in every way.

Now that the Demon Sect is being surrounded and suppressed, the main force is still the twenty Jindan elders from Taixu Sect!

Mr. Tu was so filled with hatred that he almost broke his teeth.

At the same time, divine punishment is coming to an end.

After a period of pain that was as crushing as bones and ashes, and the mental punishment of the Three Thousand Purgatory of the Wilderness and various tortures, Mr. Tu finally took a breather.

He has been planning for thousands of years as the master of the wilderness.

The "divine punishment" I have suffered over the past thousand years is far less severe and cruel than the short period of a few years.

All of this is given by the Taixu Sect, which believes in the fierce god.

He will never forget this grudge.

Mr. Tu's flesh and blood squirmed, the white bones gave birth to flesh, and the flesh regenerated skin. He turned into a human form again, prostrate on the ground, kowtowed to the huge sheep bone statue in front of him, and replied piously:

"The evil dragon that I worked so hard to raise for my master's divine fetus ran away. He had a different heart and felt that his blood was noble and unwilling to dedicate everything to you, the divine master."

"I will find him and skin him."

"Blood Refining Sect, Ten Thousand Demon Mountains... I borrowed their Taoist traditions to spread the reputation of the God Lord, which aroused their covetousness. They also want to get involved in the Qianxue State and get a piece of the pie..."

"It doesn't matter. Once the catastrophe is approaching, allowing these real demon sects to make trouble will also provide richer sacrifices for the resurrection of the God Lord..."

"At that time, those who believe will live and those who do not believe will die, and these demon sects are no exception."

"These demonic cultivators are so accustomed to killing people and being so lawless that they have no idea that there are real horrors in this world that they cannot imagine."

"The divine fetus of Dragon King Temple has fallen silent..."

"The fierce god of Taixu Sect is worthy of being the great enemy of the God Lord. He can actually suppress the power of the God Fetus. It is really terrifying, but that's all."

"I still have a backup plan. I will have a more suitable 'divine fetus' to serve as the 'container' for your coming."

"The situation has become more urgent..."

"The Taoist court is aware of it, and the aristocratic families have become vigilant. The Taixu Sect is even more tit-for-tat with us, and the evil gods are also eyeing us."

"Today, the Demon Sect has been completely surrounded and suppressed before it has even developed..."

"Someone is forcing me to move forward with my plan."

"In that case...then I won't wait any longer."

Mr. Tu had a ferocious look on his face, "The next Taoism conference..."

"I will go to the border of Xuzhou, and the blood will flow into a river, and I will slaughter all the thousands of monks, turn this world into purgatory, and welcome the coming of the God Lord!"

Mr. Tu's expression was fanatical, and he was recovering rapidly along with the injuries all over his body. He seemed to be an evil god in the dark, who was "rewarding" his loyalty after hearing the good news of his recovery.

Mr. Tu was trembling and kneeling on the ground. Under the dim green candlelight, his face was ghastly and terrifying, like a demon.

"The next Taoism conference... there will be rivers of blood..."

…

Taixumen, where the disciples live.

Mo Hua woke up suddenly and broke into a cold sweat.

He seemed to have foreseen something terrible, even though everyone was awake and still feeling frightened.

"What's going on? I...had a nightmare?" Mo Hua murmured.

"No, I don't dream, and..."

"Who dares to give me nightmares?"

Mo Hua frowned and touched his forehead, finding that his forehead was cold and covered with cold sweat.

He felt something was wrong, so he wanted to trace the cause and effect, but as soon as he thought about it, he felt like he was in the vast sea, boundless, and he had no idea where to find the cause and effect, which made him feel lingering fear.

I don’t even know what the cause and effect is.

"Is it an illusion? Or...am I too tired?"

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, still having no idea, so he lay down on the bed again, wanting to sleep again.

But he doesn't sleep very often, and he rarely sleeps once. After being woken up for no reason, he can't fall asleep again.

"That's all, let's practice the formation..."

If your mind is uncertain and you are unsure about something, practice the formation first.

I have become accustomed to ink painting.

He sank his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness and began to consolidate and practice some formations of the nineteen lines and even the peak of the nineteen lines on the Taoist monument.

Practice makes perfect in everything, and the same goes for formations.

According to the plan, Mo Hua practiced some high-level formations of the second grade and nineteen lines more than ten times to warm up his hands, and then began to practice the counter-spirit formation of the second grade and twenty lines.

He can't master this formation yet and can't draw it completely, but he can practice it first.

Anyway, his current formation level has reached a bottleneck, and apart from practicing the ultimate formation, there is no other formation to learn.

In this way, I practiced until dawn, and Mo Hua opened his eyes.

Facing the morning sun, covered with morning light, I practiced the exercises for a while, refined the spiritual stones for a week, accumulated some spiritual power, and went to class as usual.

Sitting in the preaching room, listening to the elders teaching.

Mo Hua changed from the "mastermind" who pushed for the destruction of the Demon Sect to a diligent young disciple in the Taixu Sect.

A few days later, Mo Hua asked Gu Changhuai to inquire about the aftermath of the Demon Sect's destruction.

The two of them were drinking and eating together in a restaurant in Taixu City.

The restaurant belongs to the Gu family.

Mo Hua had worked hard to exterminate the demon sect. In order to reward Mo Hua, Gu Changhuai specially treated him to another meal.

Ink painting is not polite either.

He knew that Uncle Gu was a "rich man", so he would not save spiritual stones for him.

While Mo Hua was eating, Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to Mo Hua:

"The leader of the Demon Sect has escaped. Daotingsi has blocked the border of the third-level state and is doing its best to hunt him down, but..."

Gu Changhuai frowned.

"You can't catch it," Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "The leader of the Demon Sect in the late Golden Core stage has the power of the evil dragon. Several elders from the Taixu Sect in the late Golden Core stage have not been able to kill him. It would be difficult to hunt him down."

Mo Hua didn't like what he said, so he defended Xun Ziyou and other elders:

"It's because this demon is too strong, it's not because our elders from the Taixu Sect are weak!"

Gu Changhuai also admitted.

This leader of the demon sect possesses the power of an evil dragon and can swallow up huge amounts of blood. He is so powerful that he cannot be subdued by ordinary monks.

On the other hand, it was fortunate that several elders from the Taixu Sect worked together to suppress the Demon Sect leader, and even forced him to escape.

Otherwise, if this devil is allowed to go on a killing spree, Daotingsi will kill and injure many monks, and the consequences will be disastrous.

They didn't expect this before.

Gu Changhuai nodded and said: "The Taixu Sect has a profound foundation. The elders have moral integrity and extraordinary cultivation. Thanks to them this time, we can suppress the Demon Sect and destroy the Demon Cultivator."

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Uncle Gu has been "hanging out" with him for a long time, and he has begun to speak well and be obedient.

"Where are the other Demon Sect elders? Are they all dead? Is there any fish that slipped through the net?" Mo Hua asked again.

Gu Changhuai counted them one by one:

"As you said before, the greedy ninth elder is dead. The short and skinny demon cultivator elder was beheaded by Elder Xun. The oldest second elder is dead. The other elders are almost dead as well. The remaining

Yes, there is only one Elder Bear Demon, and the 'Elder You' you mentioned..."

"I ordered people to check, but no corpses of these two golden pills were found near the Demon Sect. Elder Xiong at least had his head exposed, and his arm was cut by Elder Xunziyou's sword. As for Elder You, from the beginning to the end,

Then disappeared."

Mo Hua couldn't help but slow down while chewing his elbow.

This Elder You is really not that simple...

Did he get the news from Daotingsi in advance?

Or did you suspect that there was something wrong with the "Mr. Yuan" you pretended to be? Through the thunder and magnetic formation, you found some clues, so you escaped in advance?
To be continued...