Chapter 960 Riot

"What's going on?"

"Ghost riot?!"

Everyone's expressions changed, even the calm Demon Sect leader's expression was extremely solemn.

The yin energy around him suddenly gathered like wind and clouds. It was so strong that the air was so gloomy that water could even drip from it. An astonishing chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

The old man in black robe looked up at the sky.

The sky was gray and gloomy, with nothing in it.

But he could predict that something shocking was going to happen.

The old man in black robe turned his head again and looked at Mo Hua, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

Although he didn't know what happened, the ghostly movements in the dojo must have been attracted by this kid's consciousness.

"What happened..."

The dark wind surged, bringing with it a huge sense of oppression, gathering above the head, and then stagnated, constantly hovering above.

The old man in black robe didn't know what happened, but Mo Hua could see it.

In his field of vision, countless ghosts and ghosts were gathered around him like a tide, attracted by the smoke of his golden consciousness.

This golden divine thought makes them long for it, but also makes them fear it.

This desire made them roar and tremble.

But this fear also makes them frightened and hesitate to move forward.

It seemed like a "gift" from the gods, with supreme honor. They wanted to eat it, but no one really dared to eat it.

The evil spirits gathered more and more, lingering around the golden spirit, overwhelming the sky and the earth, forming a terrifying evil hurricane.

This dense evil spirit crowded and trampled each other, even causing the space to become somewhat distorted.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on the forehead of the old man in black robe.

The rest of the people were equally outrageous and did not dare to speak out.

The lamp above Mo Hua's head was still burning, and the golden divine thoughts were still rising, becoming stronger bit by bit.

Finally, one evil spirit couldn't bear it any longer.

Its greed outweighed its fear, and the first sip it took came from the divine thoughts of the "demigod" Mo Hua.

The indescribable sweetness and mellowness instantly filled its entire body.

Its body even began to undergo changes, with traces of light golden lines appearing.

It screamed desperately, its ferocious and ugly face showing an expression of extreme joy.

It wanted to take a second breath, but in the next moment, it was torn apart by other wandering souls.

Like a fat lamb that fell into a pack of hungry wolves, its body of evil thoughts was torn to pieces by countless evil spirits and ghosts around it, and then devoured one by one.

Greed tore a hole open, and the aroma of divine thoughts wafted out.

More ghosts tasted this sweetness that penetrated deeply into the bones of their souls.

They're completely crazy.

More and more wandering souls began to become bolder and devour the golden consciousness of the ink paintings.

But as long as you take a bite, the next moment, they will be torn into pieces by more ghosts and wandering spirits, and they will be devoured completely.

The spiritual thought in ink painting is both a "tonic" and a "plague".

Eating ghostly things can provide you with a lot of nourishment, but after eating them, you will incur the disaster of death and be buried in the mouths of other sneaky people.

Ghosts all over the sky, surrounding this ray of golden consciousness, are constantly fighting and roaring, with gloomy winds gusting, and ghosts crying and wolves howling.

And in the distance, some more terrifying breaths are coming.

It seemed that some powerful ghosts were also attracted by this ray of spiritual consciousness.

The black-robed old man's pupils trembled sharply, and he shouted hoarsely: "Run!"

There are too many ghosts.

If you don't run, everyone will die!

Even if they are golden elixirs and top-level late-stage golden elixir cultivators, they will surely die in the hands of these invisible and unknowable ghosts.

Invaded, polluted, devoured, alienated and died by them!

Everyone did not dare to neglect, activated their body skills, and began to rush forward.

In this way, the mist lamp showed its flaws, and some stranger's breath came out.

Many ghosts were suddenly startled, and their faces were ferocious, turning into strands of sinister wind and attacking everyone.

The old man in black robe suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then without thinking, he took out a monster skull and threw it into the sky.

The skull exploded and turned into a pool of blood mist.

These ghosts were attracted by the blood mist and were stopped for a moment.

"Maoshan Talisman!"

The old man in black robe said immediately.

Mr. Xuan understood, turned to look into Mr. Hui's eyes, and ordered in a strange tone:

"Use the talisman!"

Second Master Hui nodded dully, took out a bunch of Maoshan jade talismans from the storage bag, regardless of whether they were real or fake, and then detonated them all one after another.

He was possessed by a Taoist demon and his mind was muddled, so he used jade talismans from different categories without any discrimination.

Most jade talismans have no effect at all.

But there was a small part that, after exploding, produced a golden tiger shadow, mixed with mysterious seal characters, which indeed thwarted these sneaky moments.

Taking advantage of this gap, the old man in black robe spit out another mouthful of blood essence and sprayed it on the mist cup. Using his own blood energy, he pushed the treasure's function to the extreme, forming a thicker mist that enveloped everyone.

The ghost was temporarily disoriented.

But after a moment of confusion, the next moment, they still rushed towards everyone, and this time the attack was even more crazy. There was even the aura of a powerful ghost coming from a distance.

It seemed that the evil ghost was also targeting everyone.

The old man in black robe was shocked and understood immediately.

"Kill the lights out!"

Generally, when monks light a human lamp, they will sacrifice part of their spiritual consciousness for Sneaky to enjoy. This is regarded as "tolls."

But the spiritual consciousness of ink painting is too precious.

This is equivalent to exposing gold and silver jewelry when going out.

The crime of carrying a jade is not a "toll", but a "life fee".

Mr. Xuan immediately took off Mo Hua's golden hoop, not daring to let Mo Hua light the "human lamp" anymore.

The golden wisp of spiritual smoke disappeared.

The ghosts filled with injustice were startled, and sure enough they became quiet, but within a moment, intense anger and roars followed.

When it reaches the mouth, the "fat meat" flowing with the aura of the gods flies away.

Countless ghosts and ghosts were furious.

They started to go crazy, twisted, mutated, started fighting each other, flying all over the sky, biting everything indiscriminately.

"Are these ghosts...all crazy?"

The old man in black robe took a breath of cold air, and then did not dare to slack off. He used all his strength to activate the mist lamp to cover everyone and rush forward.

But it was a little late after all.

Some evil spirits had broken through the fog and started biting everyone.

Hui Erye and Shitou were the most corroded by ghosts.

The rest of the people were also more or less tainted with a sneaky aura.

The only exception is ink painting.

Whether it is an innocent soul or a vicious ghost, when they rush in front of the ink painting, it is as if they have encountered something terrible, and they dare not move at all.

Therefore, among the ghosts dancing in the sky, ink painting is the safest.

These are all changes at the evil level. Mo Hua can clearly see them, but others can't.

The old men in black robes just felt eerie, the surroundings were cold to the bone, and there was a huge pressure coming from them.

But they didn't know that the evil ghost had actually bitten them and pulled out some "meat" from their bodies.

If this continues, no matter whether they are the leaders of the Demon Sect or their Jindan cultivation level, they will all die in this dojo.

But fortunately, we are not far from the edge of the dojo.

This is their vitality.

After a moment of burning incense, everyone walked out of the golden dojo, leaving behind thousands of bronze figures and countless ghosts and ghosts.

The old man in black robe felt like he was surviving a disaster.

This was a feeling he had not experienced in many years.

Behind him, a strong evil aura was like a dark cloud rushing over the city.

Obviously, the riot has not stopped yet, and the stirred ghosts are like violent winds and rain, sweeping through the entire dojo, making people feel chilled.

The old man in black robe slowly turned his head and looked at the ink painting on the side, feeling extremely ridiculous in his heart.

"Who...is this kid?"

"Why can his consciousness cause such a large-scale evil riot..."

"Could his spiritual thoughts be 'fairy meat'? Why is it so attractive?"

The black-robed old man's pupils were shocked, and he was a little unbelievable for a moment.

But the ink painting looked like a wooden figure, standing blankly with no reaction at all, and even his eyes began to dim gradually, as if the source of his spiritual consciousness was lost due to being lit.

"What a pity..."

Seeing this, the old man in black robe sighed slightly and said silently in his heart, "I have an extraordinary talent for spiritual consciousness. If I hadn't been possessed by the Taoist heart, I must be a good candidate to be a 'Great Witch Zhu'..."

"It's a pity that it's all wasted..."

The old man in black robe shook his head, then collected his thoughts and said to everyone: "This is not a place to stay for a long time, leave as soon as possible."

Mr. Xuan nodded.

The feeling of being haunted by ghosts, like a light on my back, is really uncomfortable.

Everyone started to set off again, walking along the golden steps that looked like dragon scales, step by step towards the most magnificent temple at the top.

And after crossing the lonely mountain ashram, I crossed over the vast ghosts.

The deepest, grandest, most splendid hall of the gods, which is located on the top of the stage, is slowly revealed in front of everyone...

…

At the same time, outside the temple.

Shen Shouxing, Xun Ziyou, the Shen family elders, Master Gu, Fan Jin and others are working together to attack the temple gate.

They wanted to break open the door and rescue Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng.

As time goes by, the longer they stay in the temple, the more dangerous the situation for Mo Hua and the two people becomes, and the slimmer the possibility of survival becomes.

Ink painting is not bad.

Xun Ziyou held the jade pendant in his hand, at least knowing that Mo Hua was safe for the time being.

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But Shen Qingsheng is different.

Everyone, including Shen Shouxing, knew that in the final analysis, his son was a pampered loser who could do nothing without the protection of his family. However, he was still arrogant and arrogant.

Now he is still in the hands of some ruthless and cunning golden elixir cultivators. If he doesn't rescue him, he will basically die.

Therefore, Shen Shouxing was more anxious than anyone else.

At the same time, a voice always sounded uncontrollably in his heart:

"This is your only son. If he dies, you will have no descendants..."

These four words "cut off children and grandchildren" made Shen Shouxing inexplicably frightened.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to use all kinds of sword energy and magic weapons to blast open the door of the temple.

But no matter how hard he tried, the temple door would not move at all.

Xun Ziyou also frowned.

He didn't say it himself, but Shen Shouxing was the powerful elder of the Shen family, at the peak of the Golden Core, and just one step away from the Ascension Stage. Even with his cultivation methods, he couldn't open this door...

This temple is definitely no small matter...

"Ink painting..."

Xun Ziyou frowned slightly.

You may not believe it, but he, the "bodyguard", may be more worried about Mo Hua's safety than Mo Hua himself.

Xun Ziyou touched the Void Sword Order in his sleeve again, his eyes solemn.

He had been holding this sword order in his sleeve, not daring to neglect it at all. Whenever Mo Hua's jade pendant showed signs of turning black, he had to crush it immediately and notify Mr. Xun.

But judging from the current situation, even if Mr. Xun was notified, it might not be possible to break the door of the temple for a while.

And the crisis of life and death is often only a moment. If it is blocked for a moment, it may be too late to save it.

"What should I do..."

Xun Ziyou gradually became anxious.

Not only Xun Ziyou, but also Fan Jin and Master Gu looked worried.

Mo Hua is the benefactor of Gushan Refining Company, and Master Gu doesn't want Mo Hua to get into trouble.

Mo Hua is the "thigh" that Fan Jin finally climbed up, and Fan Jin naturally doesn't want this thigh to be gone.

What's more, he is the manager of Gushan City, and if Mo Hua gets into trouble in Gushan, he will be implicated to some extent.

But their anxiety was useless. No matter what they did, the golden temple gate was still unbreakable.

It was as if this was a forbidden place for the gods, and no mortals were allowed to approach.

As time passed, everyone's hearts grew colder.

After an unknown amount of time, when a ray of despair began to emerge in everyone's hearts, a bloody light flashed.

The door of the temple suddenly trembled, and then slowly opened in front of everyone.

Everyone was a little incredible for a moment.

"It's opened..."

"Finally broken?"

"But... how did it open?" Master Gu was a little puzzled. They didn't have any signs of breaking the formation or the mechanism.

Xun Ziyou frowned, and he didn't quite understand.

"Mo Hua is inside. No matter what, we have to go in and take a look." Xun Ziyou said.

Master Gu nodded.

On the other side, Shen Shouxing looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, his eyes flashed, revealing a hint of ruthlessness, and then stepped into the door of the temple.

The golden elixir of the Shen family followed closely behind.

Xun Ziyou and the others did not hesitate any longer and also stepped into the temple.

After everyone entered the temple, there was a moment of dead silence.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and a pale demon with a pale complexion and deformed facial features, as if it had shed human skin, slowly walked out.

It stared at the door of the temple, and then the corners of its mouth cracked, revealing a bloody smile, and then slowly walked into the temple.

The pale and deformed figure disappeared in the door.

After he left, a flash of blood flashed, and the door of the temple slowly closed, locking everyone inside.

…

Deep in the temple.

After walking for a while, the black-robed old man and his group finally arrived at the final hall.

The hall was very large, with high steps, and the whole body was filled with brilliant gold.

On both sides of the hall, there were rows of huge statues.

These statues are all humanoid, but unlike the kneeling bronze man in front of the dojo, these bronze sculptures are all tall and sturdy, with majestic faces, either riding dragon horses, sitting on dragon chairs, or holding dragon swords, looking down on the world.

These bronze sculptures, looking down from a high place, seem to be accepting the kneeling worship of thousands of miners who are slaves in the dojo.

"Dragon? These people... are the royal family of the Great Wilderness?"

Mo Hua secretly guessed in his heart, but on the surface he was still dumbfounded, not daring to show any sound.

When the leader of the Demon Sect saw these majestic and huge statues with "dragon patterns", he immediately trembled all over, and his emotions fluctuated significantly.

"Finally... I've come here..."

The old man in black robe also sighed in an old voice, "The luck of my Great Wilderness has finally turned around, Third Prince..."

The old man in black robe looked at the leader of the Demon Sect.

The leader of the Demon Sect nodded, and then took a big step and walked towards the main entrance of the hall.

The main door of the hall was closed. There was a huge dragon head in front of the door, which suppressed the entire door and also closed the deepest temple.

Above the dragon head, there were many chains, spreading outwards, and finally tied to the statues of every royal family of the Great Wilderness.

These royal statues also guarded the final door of the temple with amazing power.

The leader of the Demon Sect cut his palm, and then stretched his arm into the mouth of the dragon head in front of the door.

Blood dripped down little by little and fed the dragon.

As if tasting the blood of the royal family, the dragon head trembled, and its eyes slowly lit up, staring at the leader of the Demon Sect with terrible majesty.

At the same time, the statues of the royal family around seemed to come alive, revealing murderous aura.

The leader of the Demon Sect looked determined, knelt down slowly, and said in a heavy and deep voice, like a dragon's roar, word by word:

"Junior, Shen Tu Ao, the third son of the Great Wilderness Royal Family, pays homage to the ancestors."

"The royal family is now in decline and lonely."

"The Dao Court is unrighteous, and the bloodline of the clan is cut off."

"Ao, I beg the ancestors to suppress the dragon energy, open the imperial mausoleum, and grant me the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein, defy the heavens, change my fate, revive the imperial cause, rule over the three thousand mountains, and unify the Great Wilderness!"

...

Mo Hua's heart trembled when he heard this.

"This leader of the Demon Sect is actually called 'Shen Tu Ao'. Shen Tu... is the royal family of the Great Wilderness?"

"Rule over the three thousand mountains, unify the Great Wilderness, and revive the imperial cause... What is this Shen Tu Ao planning?"

"Is he... thinking of rebelling?"

"Also, what is the Great Wilderness Dragon Vein...?"

"With this thing, he can rebel?"

The more Mo Hua listened, the more shocked he became. If he hadn't been proficient in the way of divine thoughts, had a deep mind, had extraordinary concentration, and was used to "acting" to deceive people, he would have been shocked and exposed on his face.

Rebellion?

Unify the Great Wilderness, revive the throne, and rebel against the Dao Court?

This Shen Tu Ao is really bold and ambitious.

Mo Hua never expected that this trip to the tombs of Gushan would actually dig up such a shocking secret.

This was far beyond his expectations. He couldn't have thought of it even if he had broken his head before...

And when the leader of the Demon Sect, Shen Tu Ao, who was the third prince of the Great Wilderness, finished speaking these words.

The entire temple hall was slightly shaken.

It seemed that his blood, his ambition, and his ambition awakened the ancestors and ancestors of the Great Wilderness clan who had been sealed in the depths of the underground palace and had been sinking for who knows how many years.

A series of low dragon roars sounded, intertwined together.

The ancestors of the Great Wilderness seemed to be responding to Shen Tu'ao's ambition.

They passed their remaining dragon energy to the gate through the dragon binding rope, and subdued the ferocious dragon head.

A rebellious dragon roar sounded.

The gate of the Great Wilderness Imperial Mausoleum slowly opened, and a fierce dragon energy came from the depths...