"Impossible!" Shangguan Wang's face looked ugly, "Absolutely impossible!"

He sneered, "How could this little ghost have a talisman of immortality?"

"He can hide it from others, how can he hide it from me?"

"The origins he worshipped in Taixu Sect were all handed in by my Shangguan family. He was obviously a poor cultivator from a small place in the province. The illegitimate son of the head and the grandson of the ancestor were just pulling the tiger skin as a banner and putting gold on his face."

"What family background can he have? What background? How could that spiritual root that is not as good as his will, be born by a high-level monk?"

"In this case, where did the master come from? Where did the ancestor come from? Give him the talisman of immortality?"

"Unless it is the Demonic Ancestor who is willing to spend a lot of money in order to seize the body, otherwise no master would give up his original source and give a little ghost-like immortal talisman without bloodlines? Are you crazy?"

Shangguan Wang sneered.

Mr. Tu did not refute it. In fact, he felt that Shangguan Wang was right in his heart.

The natal immortal talisman is the most outstanding and most favored pride of heaven among the great wealthy families of the fifth grade or above. It is the ultimate treasure of the natal beings that can only be qualified to plant. It is the guarantee for these geniuses to seek the Tao and their second life.

Such a precious thing, ink painting has no qualifications at all.

Even if he is the leader of Qianxue formation and has unparalleled talent in the world, he does not have this qualification.

Because he does not have the blood-connected ancestor Dongxu.

Blood ties are very important.

If you are not astonishing in your talent, you will have a bunch of old ancestors who are rushing to plant immortality talismans for you.

Generally, the ancestor Dongxu, even if the great way is hopeless and his life is approaching, will only leave his natal immortal talisman to his own relatives.

The most beloved junior of bloodline.

If you have no blood relationship, it is not a blood relationship, why should you plant it?

With the origin of ink painting, it is impossible for such a "ancestor" to plant a talisman for him.

Mr. Butu still frowned.

Even if it was not the immortal talisman of the birth, there was a faint aura that made him palpitations on Mo Hua.

It seemed as if he had killed Mo Hua, something terrifying would happen.

This premonition is more like the revelation of the "God Lord" than his intuition of heaven.

Is it the blessing of the gods?

Is it the protective treasure left by Taixu Gate?

Or is it that there is any other big cause and effect on him?

Mr. Tu's eyes were cold.

Seeing that Mr. Tu had not spoken for a long time, Shangguan Wang advised, "This little ghost cannot have a talisman of immortality, it is better to---""

Mr. Tu said coldly: "Why don't you hope Elder, do you start killing him yourself?"

Shangguan looked at it for a while, and after thinking for a while, he became silent.

He really wanted to kill Mo Hua, but he wanted Mo Hua to die.

But now he really wants to kill himself, Shangguan Wang suddenly realized that he, the elder of the Yuhua Realm family, actually didn't dare to kill Mo Hua with his own hands.

He didn't know what accident would happen if he killed Mo Hua.

But one thing is certain. Once he kills Mo Hua, he will definitely be regarded as "dead hatred" by all the monks from top to bottom of the Taixu Sect.

For the disciples of Taixu Sect, he killed their junior brother;

For the elder of Taixu Sect, he killed their leader of the formation.

And Mo Hua's poem was even very doting of the ancestor of Taixu Sect.

Killing Mo Hua is equivalent to offending the ancestor Dongxu of Taixu Sect, who will be listed as a target for obliteration by the ancestor Dongxu.

The ancestor Xun of Taixu Sect is a fifth-grade formation master. Although he looks like an old scholar on weekdays, his strength is unfathomable.

None of the other ancestors can be together.

Not to mention, there is a more terrifying swordsman ancestor locked in the forbidden area behind Taixu Gate.”

As soon as he thought about this, Shangguan Wang felt that his liver and gallbladder were about to break open.

He wanted Mo Hua to die.

But he, the real person of Yuhua, seemed to be afraid to draw a hair.

Mr. Tu also understood Shangguan Wang's thoughts and sneered in his heart, but he didn't want to have a disagreement with the elder Yuhua, so he said:

"This matter will be settled after the Lord of God will recover."

"With the great power of the God Lord, there is no need to worry about whether this son of Mo Hua is killing, refining, retaining, or degenerating.

Shangguan Wang's pupils trembled slightly and bowed, "The Lord of God is supreme and wise, everything is decided by the Lord of God."

Mr. Tu nodded, "Everything is in accordance with the will of the Lord of God."

Shangguan Wang also said, "Everything is in accordance with the will of God." After that, he stopped saying anything, just glanced at Mr. Tu and left.

After Shangguan Wang left, Mr. Tu remained in place, with no expression on his dead white face, and a cold look, but he was full of concerns in his heart.

He knew that Shangguan Wang's concerns were actually correct.

In Mo Hua, there are too many causes and effects on this body, so keeping it is a big hidden danger.

and.

Mr. Tu frowned.

He kept the man Mo Hua in his mind for a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt and the more he couldn't see through it.

This man in Mo Hua is like a "heedgehog", full of thorns, making it difficult to get started.

Even ink paintings in Mr. Tu’s heart, it is difficult to form a clear impression.

Is it a casual cultivator who has poor spiritual roots but has been lucky enough to join the sect?

Is he the most favored disciple of Taixu Sect, one of the eight major sects?

Is it the leader of the evil formation?

Or is it a sword-making genius who beats five by one?

Is it a spiritual cultivation? a sword cultivation? a formation master?

There seems to be a little bit of these, but they all seem to be one-sided.

Mr. Tu's expression was so fierce that his bloody eyes began to turn irregularly. The cause and effect of ink painting flowed in his heart, and he was deduced and pondered little by little.

After thinking about this for a long time, Mr. Tu's eyes opened slightly, and blood flashed by, and finally he suddenly realized everything:

"Everything is known, the body is wonderful, the sword is controlled across the air, the formation is evil-looking-seemingly, but the root of it is only two words...."

"Divine consciousness!"

"All the reliance of this son is his spiritual consciousness!"

"No....

Mr. Tu's pupils shrank suddenly and his eyes were calm.

Maybe there is only one word:

god!

The next day.

Great Wilderness Prison, in the dungeon.

It was already dawn, but the prison was still dark, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, so naturally it was impossible to distinguish between innocence and black, between man and demon.

Mr. Tu, wearing a dark magic robe, walked into the gloomy and terrifying dungeon with an ancient bronze box. When he raised his eyes, he saw the ink painting covered with a small blanket and was sleeping in a warm and sweet manner. His eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

He just stood there in a daze, holding the box, like an "old slave" waiting for the "young master" to get up and wash up.

But his eyes became colder and colder.

I don’t know how long it took, Mo Hua woke up.

It was really hard to fall asleep again when Mr. Tu looked at him with cold eyes.

Mo Hua opened her mouth, sat up straight, stretched her waist, then got up, packed up the blanket, then turned around, looked at Mr. Tu on the side, and said hello:

"Sir, morning."

Mr. Tu didn't say anything.

Unknown ink painting, he asked, "By the way, I don't know what your surname is, sir?"

"Tu." Mr. Tu's tone was cold.

Mo Hua nodded, "Mr. Tu, morning."

Mr. Tu looked at Mo Hua indifferently, "I've sent you a gift."

"Gift?" Ink painting proves.

Mr. Tu opened the bronze box and exposed the white bone hoop in the box and the bone hoop. A milky white one, which was from some animal, and it has existed for many years. It has been engraved with blood-colored text and cracked teeth.

"This is a treasure that my master of the Great Wilderness clan, who was refined by himself thousands of years ago. I will give it to you now. Try wearing it."
To be continued...