Mo Hua secretly claimed to be strange. He did not expect that there was such a weird method in the world.

Shen Qingsheng was walking in front, and it was okay at first. He had enough consciousness and lit the lamp with his head, but he didn't feel any pain.

But as he lit it, he felt like he was being "sucked" in his head.

The consciousness was burned away bit by bit.

The burning pain also intensified little by little.

Only then did Shen Qingsheng realize the pain and fear, "What the hell is this..."

He reached out to take off the lamp, but Master Hui grabbed his arm.

"You brat, be honest, or I'll kill you." Mr. Hui said coldly.

He was not polite at all to Shen Qingsheng.

Deep down in his heart, Shen Qingsheng wished he could kill the eighteenth generation of Master Hui's ancestors, but at this time, he was controlled by others and had no power to resist. He could only rely on his own head, which was used as a "human lamp".

Everyone continued to move forward.

Shen Qingsheng's face became paler and paler, his consciousness became more and more dry, and his consciousness became more and more painful.

He was obviously not an array master, but he still felt the pain of racking his brain and draining his mind.

Fortunately, after walking for a while, everyone walked out of the "ghost path".

The Yin Qi has faded, the ink paintings can be seen, and the ghosts have dispersed.

Only then did Mr. Hui take down Shen Qingsheng's lamp.

He didn't want to really kill Shen Qingsheng.

Next, I don’t know what I will encounter, and I need to keep a living person as a backup, even if I can continue to use it to light the lamp.

If Shen Qing lives or dies, then he must use ink paintings to light up the lamps.

To use ink to light a lamp, to be honest, he was really reluctant to do so.

After crossing the ghost path and being in the depths of a mass grave, the blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader trembled more and more violently.

It seems that things of the same bloodline are already resonating with each other.

For the first time, Mo Hua felt a clear emotion in the leader of the Demon Sect with a ferocious and majestic face.

The leader of the Demon Sect moved his huge body and continued to move forward.

After walking for a while, everyone came to an open mountain area.

On the surface, this mountainous area looks ordinary, but what is strange is that despite being in a mass grave, there is not a single body around this mountainous area.

It seems like this place is a pure land.

Or maybe it's a "holy place" that is inviolable.

The blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader was stirring restlessly. His voice was low and hoarse, and he said with a trace of excitement suppressed:

"That's it..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel nervous.

He could feel that he was very close to something...

These things have a great cause and effect with themselves.

It even made him feel a little inexplicable excitement from the bottom of his heart.

But what it is, Mo Hua can’t tell for a while...

The leader of the Demon Sect, relying on the feeling of blood in his palms, walked around the area and then stopped on a blank mountain wall.

The mountain wall is wide and empty.

As soon as the dragon pattern lit up, the evil force possessed it, and with a dragon roar, the Demon Sect leader completely shattered the mountain wall with just one punch.

Stone chips fell one after another, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, a huge and majestic gate was revealed behind the mountain wall.

The exterior of this gate is also made of chalcopyrite, inlaid with various jade stones, and engraved with exquisite reliefs, making it noble and gorgeous.

Behind the gate, Feige Xiangdan, overflowing with light, is a golden palace, extremely dazzling.

This is a temple.

Seeing such a magnificent and golden temple in a gloomy mass grave, everyone felt a little shocked and weird for a moment.

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

He always felt that this temple had a familiar feeling everywhere.

"familiar……"

Mo Hua looked around the outside of the temple, and then couldn't help but cast his gaze on the magnificent door inlaid with gems.

There are reliefs carved on the gate.

What the relief depicts seems to be a golden god.

This god holds a mountain halberd and wears chain-locked gold armor. He has a long and narrow face, a majestic gaze, and a cold expression that reveals a scornful aura.

Mo Hua stared at him for a long time and slowly opened his mouth.

This face...

This is... Mr. Huangshan?!
Chapter completed!