brave troops?

"What kind of divine beast is this?" Mo Hua was very curious and asked Mr. Tu.

"This is——" Mr. Tu was about to speak, but suddenly his heart stuttered and stopped.

He glanced at Mo Hua deeply, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Although I don’t know why, my intuition told him that I must not tell Mo Hua too much.

Even he told Mo Hua the word "Pi Xiu" that he now regretted it.

It is better to have less than more things.

"Remember what I said and be more at ease." After Mr. Tu said this, his body turned into blood and melted.

I left in a hurry, and it seemed that there was really something urgent to do.

In the flesh and blood prison, only Mo Hua was left.

Mo Hua was alone and patiently looked through the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot left to him by Mr. Tu, constantly pondering and deducing this formation pivot structure in his mind, simulated the spiritual power trajectory over and over again to deepen his understanding of the formation pivot.

I just couldn't write and paint, but the ink painting still felt that it was a bit meaningful.

Moreover, the ink painting soon became bored.

Mo Hua was bored again and stared at the formation for a while, confirming that during this period, there was no cold spiritual sense peeking at him in secret.

Mr. Tu did not lie to him either. It seemed that there was something urgent to do, so he went to work hard on his own.

Mo Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly sat down cross-legged, touched the tight bones on his head, and couldn't help but mutter:

"The Great Wilderness Holy Beast Pixiu, the Tooth Seal------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"He can really give up, too—

Anyway, if this thing is kept in your own hands, I will definitely not be willing to use it insignificantly and use it to seal a small foundation-building monk.

Ink painting shakes his head.

The problem now is that this thing really sealed him.

If he didn't solve the seal, he would be able to do almost nothing and could only sit and wait for death.

Only when the seal is broken can he have room for "free movement" and make some small moves.

Ink painting began to try to unseal.

This is not his first attempt. When he had time, Mo Hua would try to crack the seal.

But without exception, all failed.

The divine formation involved in this holy object is too profound and cannot be "breaked" by him now.

Mo Hua guessed that the monk who refined this holy object might have been a stunning and amazing person in the Great Wilderness clan back then.

A wizard of extraordinary status.

It is even very likely that it is the "mortal enemy" of the evil god, who leads the people of a clan to suppress the evil and fallen gods with his own strength.

It’s a pity that people can’t beat God after all.

At least people live without a god for a long time.

No matter how talented a monk is, even if he can suppress the evil god for the rest of his life, he cannot suppress it forever.

Once such a genius falls, the young and young among the younger generations will still make a comeback.

Even those who are unable to deal with by evil gods can deal with them by bewitching other "people".

Sometimes, "people" are the most powerful weapon that evil gods deal with people.

Mr. Tu in front of him is an example.

This great wilderness holy object is the same.

This was originally a holy object used by people to suppress evil gods, but was used by the evil gods' minions to suppress themselves.

Ink painting is a little emotional.

Then he put away these distracting thoughts and began to concentrate on cracking this holy object in the wilderness.

This great wilderness holy object has extremely strong sealing power.

If Mr. Tu kept sealing him like this, there would be no way for Mo Hua to do.

But the bad thing is that Mr. Tu "unsealed" the ink painting in front of Danmo painting, and then "sealed" again, "unsealed" again, and "resealed" several times---

This gives ink painting an opportunity to take advantage of.

The holy relics of the Great Wilderness are like a room.

Ink painting is a "prisoner" locked up in a house.

Originally, if he wanted to leave the house, he had to untied the formation and "demolite the wall".

But Mr. Tu, the owner, opened the "lock" several times in front of Mo Hua, which was equivalent to exposing the key to "lock" to Mo Hua.

This "key" for unlocking is a divine lock pattern.

Mr. Tu did it in a concealed manner, outlining the formation patterns with blood, which were secret and evil.

Others may not understand it, but they have the foundation of the Shinto formation and have learned the ink paintings of Tianji Yanju, and can see the mystery at a glance.

Mr. Tu removed the seal several times, and based on clues, the ink painting gradually deduced the "key" pattern used by Mr. Tu to open and switch the seal of the holy relics.

This is a divine lock array pattern with a special sequence.

The ink painting looked like it, and after practicing for a long time, it took me seventy or eighty-eight parts of the charm.

But these seven or eight points are enough to use to "open the lock". At most, you can just try it a few more times.

Things that followed were relatively simple.

Of course, this "simplicity" is only relative to ink painting.

The ink painting uses the Taoist stele, coupled with a lot of practice of formations day and night, and a deep understanding of formations.

His divine thoughts can manifest the formation by itself in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ordinary monks cannot do it.

Other evil worship is even worse.

Even gods born with heaven and earth are born with magical powers and cannot learn formations.

Therefore, the only one who can copy the "key" from the inside of the seal and manifest the array pattern to unlock the lock is probably Mo Hua, a half-man and half-god, and can also manifest the "alien" of the formation in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is really detached from the ordinary "common sense" of practicing Taoism.

No matter how rich Mr. Tu’s imagination is, he is unlikely to think of it.

Later, Mo Hua used the divine lock array pattern as a "key" and pryed the "door lock" of the bone holy object little by little -

He had no chance to try before.

Now that Mr. Tu is not here, he can finally try to crack the "seal" without any fear.

Time passes by little by little.

Ink painting is also very patient.

I don’t know how long it took, with a "cry" sound, the divine lock array was disintegrated, and the seal of the holy object was finally "pried open" by the Mohua.

The ink painting looked very happy.

Success!

He can "replicate" the key and unlock the lock from the inside, which means that the holy objects in the Great Wilderness no longer pose a divine idea that threatens him, and can also pass Mr. Tu's "seal" and use it freely.

He had been thinking for a long time before, and many of the plans he had envisioned could be implemented.

Mo Hua smiled with a smile on his lips, took one step forward, crossed the God Lock Array, and broke through the seal of the Great Wilderness holy relics.

But afterwards, Mo Hua's expression became comfortable and the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

"wrong-"

He clearly broke through the seal, but he still didn't feel "free". There was even a long tunnel of divine locks in front of him, and he could not see at first sight.

Ink painting frowned.

"What's the situation?"

"Isn't this great wilderness sacred object broken by me? Why can't I get out?"

"There is another seal in this holy object?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and continued to walk along the Shen Lock corridor.

The more you move forward, the more pressure you are, and even the flesh and blood skeletons incarnated by divine thoughts feel faintly suppressed.

Mo Hua looked solemn, protecting her body with her spiritual essence, withstand the pressure, and insisting on moving forward.
To be continued...