Could it be that the fierce ghost just now ran away with his tail between his legs because he saw the ink painting?

No way—he just built the foundation—

Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment and sighed in his heart:

"After all, I underestimated this child—

"It's still the old ancestor, he is far-sighted and has a keen eye for pearls——"

Xun Ziyou raised his head and found that Mo Hua's figure had drifted away and disappeared deep into the temple.

"The ancestors of the Taixu Sect protect you, please do not let anything happen to you——"

The deepest part of the temple.

In front of the ink painting, there is a golden gate.

Above the gate, there are various gorgeous relief carvings.

But now, these reliefs are covered with a layer of evil, soaked in black blood, stained with rotten flesh, and exuding a sinister atmosphere.

Behind the gate is the evil fetus.

A heart-stopping fluctuation came from behind the door.

The expression in the ink painting is slightly revealing.

The divine fetus at the peak of the third level was not on the same dimension as the ordinary evil ones. To be honest, he didn't have much confidence.

But this is the only way out.

If you want to break the dream, you must get rid of this evil fetus.

Fortunately, when the sacrifice was made to Shen Qingsheng before, some causes and effects were broken and some resentments were eliminated, thereby weakening the foundation of the evil fetus to a certain extent.

Without the pain, despair, and the karma of old grudges, the evil fetus will be somewhat weaker.

Although it may not be much weaker, this is the ultimate that ink painting can currently achieve.

The more the weak fights against the strong, the more we must do our best to accumulate every advantage and create a victory bit by bit.

Mo Hua took a slow breath, stretched out his hand, and pushed open the door of the temple.

The door was pushed open little by little.

Boundless death energy, bone-chilling cold energy, and gloomy evil energy rushed towards my face like a tide.

Mo Hua broke through these evil spirits and stepped into the main hall.

The scenes in the palace came into view one by one in Mo Hua's eyes.

A majestic and luxurious but strange and outdated palace.

An open dragon coffin stained with dirty flesh and blood.

Kneeling in front of the dragon coffin, his flesh and blood were corroded and turned into nothingness. His body mutated and merged with the dragon's bones. The second elder was already dead.

On the ground, there was another disemboweled body.

It's that Elder Xiong Hei.

But now, his body has been torn into pieces. A python has its skin broken and is thrown to the ground. There is also a bear claw, which is being chewed by a monster with a deformed back in the middle.

Upon noticing Mo Hua's entrance, the "monster" paused for a moment and slowly turned around.

Mo Hua's pupils trembled.

This is a deformed, chaotic, twisted, hatched monster mixed with all kinds of flesh and blood.

It was tall, bleeding with black blood, and had out-of-control deformed sarcomas.

And its face is long and narrow and sinister, with black and red eyes that reveal cold cruelty and pure evil thoughts.

This is...?Huangshanjun!
Chapter completed!