Chapter 553 Ten Thousand Demons
The skinny old man suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.
But then, this fear disappeared without a trace, as if it was just a temporary illusion.
The old man felt relieved and felt sleepy. Thinking that it was getting late, he would have to rack his brains and work hard tomorrow, so he wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a while.
But he was half asleep and just wanted to sleep, he suddenly felt hungry. He couldn't help but take out a few pills from the storage bag and put them into his mouth to chew...
But the ink painting on the side was more and more frightening.
Because he could see clearly that the skinny old man was not chewing the pills, but his own fingers!
He was chewing his fingers in his mouth!
His mouth was already bloody.
The white bones of his fingers were exposed.
At the same time, the middle-aged monk was distracted and took out a knife and put it on his neck.
Young Master Yun took out a sword and stabbed it into his chest.
It's the Tao Heart Planting Demon!
"Master wants to kill these three people!"
Mo Hua was anxious, and his mind immediately turned. Thinking of the cognition of "Tao Heart Planting Demon" in these days, his eyes sank, and his little hand moved, and with a few strokes, he changed the array pattern of the warm fire array on the ground.
Once the array pattern of the warm fire array was changed, it immediately conflicted and self-destructed in an instant.
With a "bang", the array exploded with a harsh sound.
At the same time, the fire rose up, and the red color was diffused. In the dark night, it was extremely dazzling, blocking the sight of the strange Taoist, distracting him.
It also interrupted his Tao Heart Planting Demon.
After a start, the three skinny old men came back to their senses, and their eyes were a little confused.
The skinny old man suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and saw that his fingers were bloody and fleshy, and he could even see the eerie white bones. He was terrified.
"What's going on? What happened?"
He looked up and saw the kid opposite, looking at them anxiously, his mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something, but he seemed to be afraid of something and didn't make any sound.
The skinny old man endured the pain, frowned, and looked at him for a while, and then he could tell what the kid was saying from his mouth shape.
He was saying two words:
"Go!"
"Go!"
Go?
The skinny old man was startled at first, then his eyes widened.
He recognized him!
This kid is the little formation master in Nanyue City!
That is, Mr. Zhuang's little apprentice!
He looked anxious now, silently reminding himself...Go? !
The skinny old man trembled in his heart, and the chill surged into his heart like a tide. He immediately thought of the Taoist who was hiding in the shadow when he entered the door just now.
He wanted to turn his head to look, but stopped his gaze.
His intuition of calculating cause and effect for many years told him that this person was treacherous and must not be looked at!
The skinny old man subconsciously touched the three-talent copper coins in the storage bag, but when he touched it, he felt that they were sparse and scattered. After a slight rubbing, the old man's pupils trembled.
Broken? !
The three-talent copper coins... completely broken? !
The life-and-death crisis just now could not be resisted by the three-talent copper coins!
"Go!"
The skinny old man held the middle-aged monk and Master Yun tightly with trembling hands, and the fear in his eyes was still there.
Master Yun and the middle-aged monk did not understand why, and just when they were about to ask something, the skinny old man shook his head.
The two were shocked and realized that their behavior was a little abnormal. There was something dangerous and weird in this broken temple, so they nodded solemnly.
Without further ado, the three of them restrained their breath, got up hurriedly, and left quietly without making any sound.
The strange Taoist's eyes moved slightly, but there was no change until the three people left. He just looked at Mo Hua meaningfully.
Mo Hua scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Master, I didn't learn the formation well, and I made a mistake..."
The strange Taoist looked indifferent, obviously not believing Mo Hua's nonsense.
But he didn't say anything, and closed his eyes again to rest.
Seeing this, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Master was on guard against him and only used the simplest and most superficial "Tao Heart Planting Demon". Master Yun and the other two did not plant demons deeply.
Otherwise, if the advanced "planting demon" method was really used, it would be troublesome.
Even if he wanted to save them, he was powerless.
Seeing the three people go far away, Mo Hua was relieved, but he remembered the words of the old man...
"Guixu Sky Burial..."
Guixu, what is the place?
What does Sky Burial mean?
Is it related to a great opportunity? Is it an ancient secret? Is it a legacy, a set of skills, or...
A formation?
Mo Hua shook his head, confused.
"Forget it, don't be too ambitious..."
Master said that this kind of opportunity involves too many causes and effects. If you are not careful, you may be killed. It is better for me to not know now.
Mo Hua nodded.
He lowered his head again and looked at the warm fire formation, feeling very sorry.
The formation destroyed itself, and the sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, wild fruits, and a big fish he roasted were all burnt and turned into a pile of black charcoal...
The big fish was almost done, and I could smell the fragrance, but after roasting it for a long time, I didn't eat a bite...
"My fish..."
Mo Hua felt a little heartbroken and sighed.
He drew a warm fire formation again, then took out the remaining sweet potatoes from the storage bag, and continued to roast them as if no one was around...
...
The three skinny old men hurriedly left the ruined temple, ignoring the night, and walked out. After walking for an hour, they stopped when they were far enough away.
The skinny old man's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
The middle-aged monk took a breath and asked, "What happened?"
The skinny old man's hand was still dripping with blood.
He took out the medicine powder, sprinkled it on his hand, and took a few pills internally, and his complexion was better.
Recalling the ruined temple, he was still a little frightened. He looked back at the two of them and said in a trembling voice:
"The three talents and easy-to-count copper coins are broken..."
"The three of us almost died..."
Young Master Yun was shocked.
The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "It's not that weird..."
"Do you remember the kid who was warming himself by the fire in the dilapidated temple?"
"The kid who was warming himself by the fire?"
The middle-aged monk was startled, frowned and recalled, and suddenly his expression changed, and he remembered:
"He... He is the little formation master?!"
Young Master Yun also remembered it, his eyes lit up, "It's Brother Xiao Mo!"
Then he muttered again, "Strange... Why can't I remember it before?"
The skinny old man sighed:
"This kid is very likely the disciple of that person. Although he is young, he is definitely extraordinary..."
"We were in the dilapidated temple, unknowingly, and were possessed by demons..."
"It was this kid who made a strange noise and woke us up."
"Later, it was also him who reminded us to 'go quickly'..."
"Otherwise, we would be in danger this time..."
...
The middle-aged monk was a little suspicious, "What kind of danger is there in that dilapidated temple?"
The skinny old man was also full of doubts.
What exactly is the danger?
Why did he have a demon in his heart?
Was it the Taoist who killed him?
Why didn't they notice it?
The skinny old man thought about it and suddenly thought of the Taoist who was sitting in the corner of the ruined temple, hidden by the shadows and not clearly visible.
A title that cannot be mentioned emerged in his mind.
The skinny old man trembled like a sieve.
"It is..."
"What is it?" the middle-aged monk asked curiously.
The skinny old man swallowed the three words "weird Taoist" in his throat and just said: "That person... is a Taoist..."
"Taoist?!"
The "Taoists" of the Demon Cult are not ordinary.
All of them are real, vicious and evil demons!
The middle-aged monk looked stern, but he was still very curious, "Which Taoist is it?"
The skinny old man glanced at him coldly, "If I say his name, the three of us will die, and it will definitely be ugly!"
The scene of the ruined temple just now emerged again.
The middle-aged monk drew his sword and cut himself, Young Master Yun killed himself with a sword, and the skinny old man devoured his flesh and blood...
When they thought of this, the three of them turned pale.
The middle-aged monk did not dare to ask any more questions.
The skinny old man frowned and thought, and suddenly he realized it as if he had a telepathic connection, and said in surprise: "Yes!"
The middle-aged monk was stunned, "What's wrong?"
The skinny old man was in a state of ups and downs, and hurriedly said: "Do you remember what I said after we entered Nanyue City and noticed the corpse gas all over the mountain?"
The middle-aged monk thought for a while and shook his head:
"You are so long-winded and mysterious, and you say so many things. How can I remember which sentence you said?"
Young Master Yun was thoughtful, "Senior Wen, are you talking about... good fate?"
He vaguely remembered what the skinny old man said at the beginning:
"These days, I occasionally feel a little scared... ”
“It seems that there is a great terror ahead, which is extremely dangerous and unpredictable for life and death.”
“And if we can suppress the corpse mine and save the monks of Nanyue City or even the whole state, we may be able to establish a good relationship. In the future, when we encounter a desperate situation, we will have a glimmer of hope...”
The skinny old man’s eyes condensed, “Now it seems that this cause and effect should be on this kid!”
“If we didn’t help in Nanyue City, didn’t quell the corpse chaos, didn’t establish this good relationship, and didn’t know this kid...”
“Then today, without this kid saving us...”
“We will all die without a burial place!”
The middle-aged monk and Master Yun were shocked.
The skinny old man sighed, “Cause and effect, good and evil, every sip and every bite, Mr. Zhuang gave us a chance to choose, which is equivalent to giving us a glimmer of hope...”
Mr. Zhuang...
The three people felt mysterious and complicated.
After a moment, Master Yun remembered something and suddenly said anxiously:
"If that Taoist is a big devil, then Brother Mo..."
The skinny old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't think about it, we can't even save ourselves, let alone think about saving that little kid..."
Master Yun looked ashamed.
The skinny old man comforted him:
"Don't worry, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, he should be fine..."
In the dilapidated temple, Mo Hua's eyes were shining, his little face was flushed, and the scene of roasting fire, roasting fish and roasting sweet potatoes floated in his mind again.
The skinny old man sighed in his heart.
As expected, he is Mr. Zhuang's disciple, and his character is really strong...
Traveling with...a big devil like the Taoist, he still has the leisure to roast things to eat...
Moreover, even if he violated the taboo of the "Taoist", he saved the three of them, and the "Taoist" was not angry, and even let them go...
The skinny old man felt a little incredible.
Their lineage is proficient in heavenly secret algorithms, and they have always heard of that Taoist's evil reputation.
That Taoist was never easy to get along with.
I have never seen him be so "tolerant" or even "indulgent" to anyone...
The skinny old man sighed: "Ji people have their own destiny, we'd better... just go back."
Master Yun was still worried.
The middle-aged monk was stunned, "Go back? Where?"
The skinny old man said angrily: "Where did you come from, where are you going back!"
The middle-aged monk was anxious, "Where's the opportunity? Don't you want it anymore? We've been struggling for so long..."
The skinny old man sneered, "You still don't understand? This matter is no longer something we can get involved in..."
"In other words, it's not something we can get involved in!"
"We are just pawns to find out the news. Now that the news has been sent back, naturally there will be people from above to plan this matter."
"Sooner or later, the great mountains will turn into a slaughterhouse."
"If we stay any longer, we will really have no way out!"
The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "Because of the Xuan Mo Ancestor?"
The skinny old man sighed: "More than..."
He looked back at the ruined temple, his eyes filled with gloom and fear.
"The arrival of Taoists means that the real demons of the devil's path are also coming..."
Although the demon sect was suppressed by the Taoist court and has been dormant for many years, it is powerful and powerful. Of course, it is impossible for the ancestor of Xuan Mo to be the only one in the Ascension Realm.
All three of them understand this.
But when faced with the opportunity, the middle-aged monk was still a little hesitant.
The skinny old man snorted coldly, "I don't care if you leave or not, I'm leaving anyway."
The middle-aged monk was startled, then frowned and said: "How can you leave? We agreed, and I gave you a lot of spiritual stones..."
"I will return the spirit stone to you."
The middle-aged monk looked troubled and struggled in his heart for a long time before sighing: "Me neither, I can't bear to part with these spiritual stones..."
"That's all, let's go."
He also knew that with the old man's divination, he could avert danger along the way.
Without the old man, he might not be able to get out of Dali Mountain alive on his own.
He doesn't want the spirit stone anymore, so he just wants to form a good relationship.
The middle-aged monk felt a little resentful, "I originally thought that I could get a chance and change my life. Now...well, I'd better go back to Qianzhou and be my teacher honestly..."
He followed the old man and walked back.
After several people walked a few steps, the skinny old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the ruined temple, bowed deeply and solemnly, and said sincerely in his heart:
"May all your misfortune be turned into good luck, little friend, and may your path be boundless!"
"If I have a chance, I will definitely repay this life-saving grace!"
Master Yun also bowed heartily.
The middle-aged monk also sighed, and although he was a little reluctant, he still bowed respectfully.
After that, the three of them gradually drifted away, leaving Dali Mountain and the land of right and wrong...
…
Ink painting is just the opposite.
Not only was he unable to leave, he had to follow the trickster step by step towards Lishan City and into the depths of this bloody storm.
After leaving the ruined temple, more than ten days passed before Mo Hua finally arrived in front of Lishan City.
At this time, he was still dozens of miles away from the mountain city, and he could see the bloody flags covering the sky and the monstrous sea of blood from a distance.
Just like the scene he saw when he left Lishan City that day.
"Master..."
Mo Hua was worried, turned his head, and asked the trickster: "Uncle, do we want to enter the city now?"
The trickster looked blank.
Mo Hua was not surprised. He was used to it. As his uncle, he didn't like to talk much, especially not to himself.
Mo Hua doesn't care either.
When you can't change others, you have to learn to adapt to others.
He has learned to roughly understand what the trickster wants to say from his empty and cold face and his dark eyes.
Just like now, the uncle's face is dark and unhappy, which means:
"Not going into the city."
Mo Hua continued: "Not going into the city? Where are we going?"
The trickster glanced at Mo Hua with his dark eyes.
"Into the mountains?" Mo Hua tried.
The deceitful man's expression froze.
Mo Hua asked, "What are we doing in the mountains?"
The trickster's pupils darkened and his face became even darker.
Ink painting will make you understand.
The uncle wanted to shut up.
Mo Hua nodded, followed him obediently, and said nothing more.
The trickster did take him into the mountain and to a cliff.
This cliff is outside Lishan City.
The surrounding mountains and rocks are rugged and the vegetation is withered.
Mo Hua checked the map and found that according to the label on the map, this place was called "Deadwood Cliff".
There are green mountains and green grass all around, but here, not even a blade of grass grows.
Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, looked around, and found that the atmosphere in this place was isolated and seemed to contain a dark atmosphere, so the rocks were bare and lifeless.
"Master, why did you bring yourself here?"
Mo Hua glanced at the trickster.
The trickster ignored it and went straight to the bottom of the cliff.
Mo Hua was shocked, "Uncle, do you want to jump off the cliff?"
Then I saw the deceitful man, taking a step forward, causing the world to turn upside down and the mountains and rivers to hang upside down.
The cliff that was originally at the foot suddenly turned and floated in the sky, forming a huge stone hall. In the stone hall, there were dense houses and ghostly shadows.
Mo Hua was shocked, "Is this an illusion array?"
And it's almost fake, so it must be a second-grade or third-grade formation.
What is covered by this illusory formation is a demon palace?
Is this a demon cultivator's lair?
And it seems that this demon temple has existed for a long time. It seems that someone has built this demon cave on the dead wood cliff outside the Five Elements Sect very early.
The trickster glanced at the ink painting.
Mo Hua understood. The uncle was saying, "Follow me..."
Mo Hua nodded obediently and followed the trickster up the stone steps and walked into the Demon Palace.
Once you enter the devil's palace, it's bloody and gloomy.
And there are bursts of Yin Qi.
Mo Hua felt a little uncomfortable, but what surprised him even more was that there were many demon cultivators inside.
Not only are there many of these demon cultivators, they are evil in appearance, but their cultivation levels are extremely high. They are surrounded by demonic aura, and they are obviously cultivating superior demonic techniques.
And the knowledge of these demon cultivators is obviously much higher.
Some of the demonic cultivators in the periphery showed disdain when they saw the trickster, and even showed a fierce look in their eyes, taking the initiative to take action.
However, when the demon cultivators in the Demon Palace saw the trickster, most of them looked solemn and fearful, as if they could tell the trickster's identity.
The trickster looked indifferent and ignored their gazes.
And their eyes, either surprised, inquiring, or indifferent, all fell on Mo Hua...
It seems very strange, why is there such a child with a low level, no magic skills, a pure temperament, and an immature look beside him?
Being stared at by all the demons, Mo Hua felt a little guilty.
However, he thought about it and felt that he could not lose the face of his master and "uncle master", so he pretended to be calm, raised his head and chest, but he still couldn't help but move closer to the trickster.
He felt that he would be safer around the trickster.
The trickster faced everyone's gaze, walked straight to the main hall, found a seat and sat down. Mo Hua stood beside him and asked in a low voice:
"Uncle, what are we doing here?"
The deceitful man looked cold.
Mo Hua secretly stared at his face for a long time, but couldn't figure out what he wanted to say.
It's probably a long story and I couldn't explain it at the moment, so my uncle didn't want to say it anymore.
However, if the trickster doesn't say anything, other demon cultivators will still whisper.
Mo Hua listened secretly. After listening for a long time, he finally heard some key words:
Like the Dark Ancestor, the Demon Lord, the Venerable, the Patriarch, and...
The Ten Thousand Demons Association!
"The Ten Thousand Demons Association?"
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
A gathering of the old devil from the devil sect?
Uncle Master came to the upside-down Demon Palace on Deadwood Cliff to participate in the "Meeting of Ten Thousand Demons"?
Mo Hua's mind moved slightly, a little scared, and whispered:
"Uncle, isn't it appropriate for me to participate in this 'Ten Thousand Demons Association'..."
I am a serious monk.
Not a little devil.
And only for refining qi.
Isn't it impolite to participate in this kind of gathering of big demons that is not suitable for my age, my level, and my identity?
The trickster's pupils turned black.
Mo Hua silently shut up.
But in his heart, he still kept thinking:
"This Ten Thousand Demons Association... was opened for what?"
"Could it be that it's aimed at Master?"
"What kind of demon cultivators will be participating in this Ten Thousand Demons Association? At least Jindan? Will the Xuansan from the Ascension Realm also come?"
"Is there a more powerful demon?"
"The trick...'Uncle Master', what plans does he have to join this Ten Thousand Demons Meeting?"
"Does he want to use the 'Ten Thousand Demons Association' to join forces with some Sanren, some venerable, or some demon ancestor to deal with the Dao Ting, plot against the master, and seize the so-called 'great opportunity'? "
"Will he... kill Master?"
When Mo Hua thought of this, he felt a little worried for a moment...
In the Demon Palace, it was dull, bloody and depressing.
Bones are used as beams, and human skin is used as painting.
As time goes by, more and more demons enter the Demon Palace, and the atmosphere in the Demon Palace becomes more and more solemn...
The ink painting also gradually changed from nervousness and anxiety to numbness and sleepiness.
Finally, he dozed off while standing on the stone chair held by the trickster.
I don't know how long it took, but a gust of cold wind blew by, and Mo Hua was startled. As soon as he opened his eyes, his sleepiness disappeared.
At this moment, many people were already sitting in the Demon Palace.
They say they are "human", but they don't even look like humans.
Some are half corpses and half demons, and some are like beasts and demons.
Even if there are some that look like humans, upon closer inspection they don’t seem to be human.
Some are as pale as dead people; some have beautiful faces and bright red lips and teeth; some have fat heads and big ears and are wrapped in pythons; some are as skinny as wood with magic patterns carved on their backs...
The entire Demon Palace is eerie and solemn, and you can hear a needle drop.
Deathly silence.
"The Ten Thousand Demons Association...has started?"
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart when he saw several figures slowly emerging above the main hall, on top of the towering seats with white bones and fangs.
The auras of these figures are extremely terrifying.
Like an abyss or an ocean.
He only showed a little bit of breath, but it was so oppressive that Mo Hua couldn't breathe.
And one of the figures is very familiar to the ink painting. It is the Xuan Mo Ancestor who sealed Lishan City with a sea of blood and trapped the master in the Five Elements Sect with blood banners and hanging demon swords——
Xuan San people!
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart and his eyes were shocked at the same time.
Then the few demon cultivators on the White Bones Throne who can be on an equal footing with the Xuan San people, are they all demon ancestors of the Ascension Realm? !
Another 6k today~