Chapter 858 Great Enemy

The door is completely closed.

Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi were heartbroken, Hua Qianqian shed a few tears, Ouyang Feng also turned pale, but Xiao Tianquan frowned.

Gu Changhuai's thoughts changed quickly and he said quickly: "Hurry up and find a way to open the door!"

But everyone walked around the door several times and couldn't find a way to open the door.

This is the door of the inner hall, a door for sacrifices. The method of opening the door is special. According to Mr. Wu's previous method, sacrifices and some weird rituals are required.

They don't even know how to drive it.

Moreover, even if the door is opened, Mo Hua may have been delayed for so long...

Gu Changhuai was frightened, and at the same time he felt even more regretful and guilty.

If he had known this, he shouldn't have let Mo Hua go in alone, or at least he would have followed.

But everything that happened just now happened too fast. After a hard battle and exhausted, he didn't have time to think about it for a while, so he became negligent.

And it was this slight oversight that led to a big mistake.

Now that things have happened, it’s too late to regret...

Gu Changhuai said in a deep voice: "Use the fish bone token to go out first, mobilize all the people nearby, and break down the door at all costs to rescue Mo Hua..."

Xia Diansi also nodded solemnly, then frowned and asked, "Do you want to inform Taixu Sect?"

Gu Changhuai nodded, but after a moment, he looked serious again, shook his head and said, "Over at Taixu Gate, we can't say..."

Xia Diansi was puzzled.

Gu Changhuai said in a deep voice: "This is the border of the second-level state. It is difficult to save the fire near by water far away. If Mo Hua can be rescued, it will be enough for us. If we can't be rescued, when the people from Taixu Sect arrive, Mo Hua will also... "

The labyrinth of bones, boundless blood, the monster Mr. Wu, countless bloody corpses, and the unknowable and terrifying aura deep in the altar...

When the people from Taixu Sect come, Mo Hua will definitely be in trouble.

Everyone understood this, and couldn't help but feel pain in their hearts.

Gu Changhuai sighed: "Let's find a way to save the person first. If we can rescue him, everything will be easy. Otherwise, we can only go to Taixu Sect in person and apologize..."

Xia Diansi nodded, feeling even more regretful in his heart.

When he thought that Mo Hua was doing it for everyone, he would risk his life. Even at the last moment, knowing that he couldn't do anything, he directly threw out the token so that people like himself could escape safely, but he himself...

Xia Diansi's heart felt as painful as needle pricks.

Finally, she glanced at the door and sighed deeply:

"I hope that this kid, Mo Hua, will be blessed with great blessings and be able to turn danger into safety..."

But the Bone Maze was extremely dangerous, and she couldn't even imagine how to avert danger...

…

Maze of Bones.

In a white corridor.

Mr. Wu, who has a huge body, covered with dragon scales, and looks like a "Yaksha", grabs the ink painting with a bloody hand and walks step by step deeper into the maze.

The blood around him became thicker and thicker.

A smell that clearly didn't exist but was getting stronger and stronger gradually spread.

The ink painting was held in Mr. Wu's hand. He poked his head, looked left and right, sniffed his nose again, raised his head and asked:

"What's going on here, the smell isn't right?"

Mr. Wu’s eyelids twitched.

Does this kid understand his current situation?

He ignored Mo Hua.

Mo Hua asked again: "Are you going to use me as a 'sacrifice'?"

Mr. Wu sneered, "What do you think?"

Mo Hua nodded silently.

It seems so, just as I guessed.

He remembered that Mr. Wu had said before that the "big enemy" of the God Lord was coming soon, and that people like him were the best "living sacrifices" and a great gift to the God Lord.

A “living sacrifice” must be a living sacrifice.

Mr. Wu should not kill himself before offering sacrifice.

Moreover, he had deployed so many formations before, which was equivalent to showing his extraordinary talent for formations in front of Mr. Wu.

If the formation talent is strong, the spiritual consciousness will naturally be strong.

With such rich spiritual consciousness, if he were a minion of the Great Wild Evil God, he would want to capture himself and offer it as a sacrifice to the evil god.

How could Mr. Wu hold back?

And this altar...

Judging from the current situation, blood and water are pouring back, the maze of bones is guarding, and the "altar" of the evil god has been hidden somewhere by Mr. Wu.

I won't be able to find it for a while.

Even if he found it, the altar would probably be surrounded by blood filled with evil spirits, and there might be other dangers and obstacles that he would definitely not be able to get through.

If you can't do something yourself, ask someone for help.

Mr. Wu is just right.

Not only can he show him the way, he can even act as a "mule and horse" and take him there himself, without having to walk on his own.

This Mr. Wu is quite useful...

Mo Hua secretly looked at Mr. Wu and asked curiously: "How did you change from a human to a monster?"

Mr. Wu frowned, "It's not a monster."

"Is that Yaksha?"

Mr. Wu was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

Mo Hua said: "I see you are making a nest in the Yaksha Palace, and your appearance is somewhat similar to the Yaksha in the hall."

Mr. Wu snorted coldly, "It's quite clever."

Mo Hua asked again: "What about your scales? Where did they come from? Are they dragon scales? Why are they dragon scales? Are there really dragons in this world? How come you have a dragon..."

Mr. Wu was really annoyed and said sternly:

"Shut up!"

"Oh." Mo Hua said indifferently.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua felt that it was too quiet, and muttered in dissatisfaction:

"You have a bad temper. When you were caught before, you were very nice and kept begging for mercy..."

Mr. Wu's forehead jumped, and he said angrily: "I was forbearing for a while, just to catch all of you ignorant sinners who dared to blaspheme the Lord of God, and use your blood to sacrifice to the Lord of God."

"So," Mo Hua said, "you premeditatedly killed all the temple guards, and then turned into a monster... Yaksha, and ate all the temple guards?"

Mr. Wu sneered, "Yes."

Mo Hua thought of the time when Mr. Wu found out that he had "eaten" his accomplices, and his face turned pale and his intestines were about to vomit out, and he complained in his heart.

This Mr. Wu is also a "drama queen", and he acted quite well...

Then Mo Hua reflected on it and had to admit that this Mr. Wu acted better than himself.

I can't act out the expression of wanting to vomit all my internal organs after learning the cruel truth.

It seems that I need to hone my "acting skills" more.

Mo Hua nodded, and then asked: "Speaking of which, these temple keepers are your accomplices, right? You killed them and ate them, don't you feel guilty?"

"What do you know?" Mr. Wu sneered, "For the Lord of God, it is their supreme honor to offer loyalty, flesh and blood, and even life."

"To die for the Lord of God is their best destination."

Mo Hua shook his head silently in his heart.

It's over, my brain has been washed.

"By the way," Mo Hua tried again, "You always say 'Lord of God', Lord of God', what exactly is this Lord of God you are talking about?"

"Bold!" Mr. Wu said angrily, "How can you call the Lord of God casually?"

"Otherwise, what should I call you?" Mo Hua asked sincerely.

Mr. Wu just said something and suddenly stopped.

He looked around, looking at the white bone pillars, the bloody mist, and the oppressive, trembling breath in the depths, and finally frowned.

This little ghost... has a problem.

Mr. Wu's eyes fixed, and he said slowly:

"Do you know where this place is? Where should I take you? You are not afraid at all?"

Mo Hua quickly suppressed his expectations and said seriously:

"I am very scared. Because I am too scared, I will chat with you to relieve my fear."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Is this little ghost stupid?

He has no idea at all?

Could it be that his innate soul is defective, and his seven emotions and six desires are impaired, so he doesn't know what fear is?

Mr. Wu frowned more and more.

Then it suddenly smiled grimly.

The ignorant are fearless. The more ignorant people are, the more stupid courage they have. There is great terror in this world. Even if he didn't know it before, he will soon experience it...

Mr. Wu said nothing more. He grabbed Mo Hua, quickened his pace, and continued to walk deeper into the maze.

After that, no matter what Mo Hua asked him, he kept silent.

Mo Hua couldn't find out anything. He had no choice but to look around. But the more he looked, the more confused he became.

The blood color in the depths of this bone maze was much richer than before.

And it was getting thicker bit by bit.

It seemed that something was "hatching", but Mo Hua didn't notice anything strange around...

Just like that, walking and walking, Mr. Wu finally brought Mo Hua to a pool of blood.

The blood in the pool was extremely thick.

Mo Hua only took a glance and roughly deduced that the blood mixed with evil power in the whole sea of ​​blood before was now gathered and concentrated in this pool of blood.

Mr. Wu grabbed Mo Hua and was about to jump into the blood pool. Mo Hua hurriedly said:

"Wait!"

Mr. Wu paused and frowned, "What's wrong?"

Mo Hua said: "This blood is very dirty and can corrode flesh and blood. If you take me to jump, I may die before I can be sacrificed to the Lord God."

Mr. Wu sneered, "Don't worry, your sacrifice is different. If it is not fresh, the Lord God will blame me."

After that, he grabbed Mo Hua and jumped down.

With a "plop", the blood pool splashed.

But because the blood was too thick and stuck together, not much splashed.

When jumping into the blood pool, Mo Hua closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were red and full of thick blood plasma.

And he seemed to be wrapped in dragon scales, and the blood could not get close to him.

Mr. Wu's whole body also turned into a real blood sea "Yaksha", wrapped in scales, carrying Mo Hua, swimming to the deepest part of the blood pool.

All the way to the bottom of the blood pool.

Mo Hua looked up and finally saw the altar he had been thinking about.

The altar at this time was quietly sinking in the center of the blood pool.

The blood around it was compressed and condensed bit by bit, forming dozens of blood streams, like blood vessels, flowing into the sheep bone statue in the center of the altar, providing it with evil energy.

The blood outside was as thick as pulp, but the surroundings of the altar became a vacuum.

Mr. Wu brought Mo Hua to the side of the altar, took out a bone chain from somewhere, tied Mo Hua tightly, and temporarily threw it aside.

Then he began to respectfully place some unknown blood and flesh tributes on the altar, muttering something in his mouth.

Mo Hua was thrown aside. He looked at the strange blood flow, the gloomy altar, and the bloody offerings, and seemed to really know "fear".

"You don't...really want to use me as a sacrifice?"

Mr. Wu sneered and cursed Mo Hua in his heart. It's so obvious, and he only knew it now?

But he is preparing for the ceremony now.

In front of the Lord, you can't speak loudly, so as not to be disrespectful and cause the Lord to blame.

He placed the candles, incense, blood and flesh of the auxiliary offerings on the offering table one by one, and then turned his head and looked at the "main course" of this sacrifice - Mo Hua.

"Originally, I wanted to capture all of you and then offer you all to the Lord God, but I didn't expect you to be so difficult."

"Except for that greedy fool whose neck I bit off and turned into a blood corpse, none of the other Jindan are easy to deal with."

"You kid are as cunning as a ghost."

"Originally, my Yaksha incarnation, which is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, is enough to kill people everywhere, but I don't know how you saw through my vital points and wasted it..."

Mr. Wu became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally sighed:

"It's impossible, and I can't do anything... Fortunately, the heavens will not let down those who work hard, and the Lord God blessed me and let me catch you, a kid..."

Mr. Wu looked happy, looking at the ink painting, the more he looked, the happier he was, and nodded:

"It is indeed a top embryo for a living sacrifice, fresh and tender, and the key is that your consciousness must be very strong."

"You broke my blood formation. I also saw you setting up the formation to trick the Dianshi surnamed Xiao."

"Your formation level is definitely extraordinary, and your spiritual awareness is definitely gifted and delicious."

"With you as a living sacrifice, even if it is a little thin, I think the Lord of God will not blame me."

Mo Hua seemed a little "nervous" and said to Mr. Wu with a stern face:

"I advise you not to sacrifice me, otherwise you will regret it."

Mr. Wu smiled and said: "Since I believe in the Lord of God, I have devoted my life to the Lord of God and died for him. So far, I still don't know how to write the word regret."

"Okay," Mr. Wu lost his patience, "I have prepared everything, you should go. I will offer you to the Lord of God as a proof of my 'loyalty'."

After that, without waiting for Mo Hua to say anything, Mr. Wu picked up Mo Hua and put him on the altar.

Then he lit candles, burned incense, and knelt down to pray:

"Lord of the Great Wilderness, Lord of the Three Thousand..."

"Glorious and majestic, the divine power is above."

"With the blood of the Great Wilderness and believing in your honorable name, believers today offer you a congenital divine product, a sacrifice with a rich soul..."

"May the Lord God live forever, come to the earth soon, and bring glory to the world..."

Mr. Wu recited very devoutly.

At the same time, there was indeed an ancient and majestic atmosphere floating on the altar.

It seemed that something had revived and was about to enjoy a "delicious meal".

Mo Hua controlled his temper and sat upright, not making a sound to disturb Mr. Wu's prayer.

He was afraid that if he spoke and interrupted, Mr. Wu would read the wrong words, and the prayer would be invalid, and his hard work would be wasted.

Mr. Wu finished the prayer smoothly, looked up at Mo Hua, and said indifferently:

"You are quite honest."

Mo Hua nodded, then remembered something and asked again: "Mr. Wu, you said before that the Lord God's 'great enemy' is about to come, how did you know?"

Mr. Wu sneered, full of awe, "Of course it is the Lord God's revelation."

"How did you reveal it?" Mo Hua asked again.

Mr. Wu was about to speak, but suddenly frowned, "Why are you asking this?"

"Oh," Mo Hua said honestly, "I forgot to say... your Lord God's great enemy seems to be me."

Mr. Wu was stunned, and after a moment, he slowly laughed, and then laughed out loud, looking at the weak Mo Hua, who was tied up by bone chains, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and said indifferently:

"Little brother, I didn't know that you are quite good at joking..."

How could the noble and great Lord God call him a "great enemy" be so weak?

Mr. Wu sneered to himself.

But as he was laughing, he suddenly stopped laughing. He finally noticed a sense of disharmony.

Along the way, he always had a feeling of being "arranged" by someone.

Why?

And before the maze, why did this little ghost come in to close the door?

Why, he was obviously very skilled, but he didn't dodge or avoid.

Why, he was obviously very smart, but he seemed to be scared and didn't move.

Why...

The breath of the altar became thicker and thicker, the blood mist around it slowly rose, and the ancient whispers gradually sounded, as if to pull all the souls into an unknown state.

And this sense of disharmony, at the last moment, finally turned into a terrible warning.

At the last moment of the ceremony, Mr. Wu immediately reached out and wanted to pull Mo Hua off the altar.

But he grabbed nothing.

Mo Hua, who was obviously locked by the bone chain and couldn't escape all the way, now easily dodged his grab, and then sat steadily on the altar, refusing to leave.

Mr. Wu's face was pale.

The next moment, a mumbling voice sounded.

The blood mist completely surged, covering the entire altar.

It swallowed up all the spirits around the altar and pulled them into another spiritual space.

When the two opened their eyes again, it was still the blood pool and the altar, but everything around them was different.

In the blood pool, there are countless ghost faces, roaring and ferocious.

On top of the altar, there is a huge ram-horned statue, majestic and like a god, seeming to control huge power.

Today, Mo Hua sits on the altar.

Mr. Wu stood under the altar.

Originally, when he arrived at the realm of the God Lord, Mr. Wu should immediately kneel down, kill the soul as a sacrifice, tear it into pieces, and offer it to the God Lord.

But at this time, he was trembling with fear.

In front of him, sitting on the altar, was a weird little kid.

The appearance is indeed somewhat similar to the ink painting, but the age and body are smaller, the aura is very vague, and nothing abnormal can be detected.

But he is a witch Zhu who has believed in gods all year round. He can feel that there is a faint aura in the seemingly young Mo Hua that makes him feel scared.

This is an aura that is almost...godlike!

Mr. Wu was so shocked that he could hardly stand still. He gritted his teeth and pointed at the ink painting, "Who are you?"

"No..." He shook his head and his pupils shrank, "What on earth are you...?"

Mo Hua smiled slightly at him and said in a clear voice:

"You have led the way very well. You don't have to lead me next time."

Mr. Wu's expression changed wildly.

He finally understood.

Sure enough, everything was planned!

This kid who hides in the crowd without showing any trace is the real mastermind. From the beginning to the end, everything he does is to get into the altar.

His target... is the Lord of God!

He didn't lie to himself, this brat was the great enemy of the Lord of God!

"The great enemy of the Lord of God..."

After Mr. Wu was frightened, he slowly stood up straight, his eyes were firm, and endless courage surged in his heart, which was the endless loyalty and fanatical belief in the Lord of God.

"Since you are the great enemy of the Lord of God, then I will chop off your head, cut off your limbs, dig out your eyes, cut out your heart...completely dismember you, and use this to offer it to the Lord of God to prove that I of loyalty!”

Mr. Wu's body gradually grew larger.

The evil god of the wilderness gave him courage and "expanded" spiritual thoughts.

The Yaksha he transformed into has a stronger physique, harder dragon scales, sharper claws, and is full of blood as thick as a river.

Then, without waiting for Mo Hua to react, Mr. Wu flashed his body and struck at Mo Hua with his huge fist.

This punch was powerful and extremely fast.

But Mo Hua's little hand just stretched out, and all the momentum came to an abrupt end.

This punch would be difficult to make even an inch of progress.

Mr. Wu's pupils gradually expanded.

Then, Mo Hua also punched, this punch carried golden light, seemed to be extremely slow, but it was extremely fast, not allowing Mr. Wu to react at all, and hit him in the chest.

The indestructible dragon scales were broken inch by inch.

The crack gradually expanded, spreading from the chest to the limbs.

And a black hole had been blasted out of Mr. Wu's chest.

With just one punch, life is gone...

Mr. Wu understood. He turned pale and slowly knelt on the ground. There was great fear and endless regret in his voice:

"God, Lord, I...is guilty..."

"I am guilty!"

"I caused a catastrophic disaster. I attracted...a terrifying enemy..."

The next moment, the head fell to the ground.

Mo Hua directly twisted his neck off.

At this point, Mr. Wu's soul was completely destroyed.