The skinny old man suddenly felt inexplicably frightened.

But then, the fear disappeared without a trace, as if it was just a momentary illusion.

The old man felt relieved and felt sleepy. He thought that it was getting late and tomorrow would definitely rack his brains and struggle, so he wanted to squint his eyes and sleep for a while.

But he was in a daze and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he felt hungry in his stomach. He couldn't help but take out a few fasting pills from the storage bag and put them in his mouth to chew...

But the ink paintings beside him became more and more shocked the more he looked at them.

Because he could see clearly that the thin old man was not chewing fasting pills, but his own fingers!

He was putting his fingers into his mouth to chew!

His mouth was already bloody.

The fingers have also exposed the bones.

At the same time, the middle-aged monk, who was not in his mind, was taking out a knife and placing it on his neck.

Young Master Yun took out his sword and stabbed him in the chest.

It is a demon of the Taoist heart!

"Master wants to kill these three people!"

When the ink painting was anxious, his mind immediately turned. Thinking of the knowledge about the "Tao Heart Demon" over the past few days, his eyes sank, his little hand moved, and with just a few strokes, he changed the array pattern of the warm fire array on the ground.

The warm fire patterns will immediately conflict and destroy themselves instantly after they are changed.

With a "boom", the formation exploded and made a harsh sound.

At the same time, the fire light rose and the red color filled the night, which was extremely dazzling, obscuring the sight of the demonic Taoist and distracting him from the divine god.

It also interrupted his Taoist heart demon.

After some alarm, the three skinny old men came to their senses, their eyes a little confused.

The skinny old man suddenly felt a severe pain in his hands. When he looked down, he saw his fingers, bloody and flesh, and even saw the crimson bones, and he felt a sense of horror in his heart.

"What's going on? What happened?"

He looked up and happened to see the little kid opposite him, looking at them with a slightly anxious expression, opening and closing his mouth, as if he was saying something, but he seemed to be afraid of something and didn't make a sound.

The skinny old man endured the pain, frowned, looked at it for a while, and then he could tell from the little kid's mouth shape that he was talking about.

He is saying two words:

"Go away!"

"Go away!"

Go quickly?

The skinny old man was stunned at first, then widened his eyes.

He recognized it!

This little kid is the small formation master in Nanyue City!

That is, Mr. Zhuang’s little apprentice!

He looked anxious now and asked himself without saying a word... Go quickly?!

The skinny old man's heart was trembling, and the chill surged into his heart like a tide. He immediately thought of the Taoist hiding in the shadow when he entered the door just now.

He wanted to turn his head to look, but stopped his eyes again.

The intuition of calculating cause and effect all year round told him that this person is weird and must not be seen!

The thin old man subconsciously touched the Sancaiyi Yi in the storage bag, but when he touched it, he felt it was sparse and rubbed it slightly, and the old man's pupils were trembling.

Broken?!

Sancaiyi counts the copper coins... are completely broken?!

The life and death crisis just now was so difficult that even Sancai Yi counted copper coins!

"Go away!"

The skinny old man's hands trembled, tightly holding the middle-aged monk and Master Yun, and his eyes were still fearful.

Young Master Yun and the middle-aged monk didn't understand why. Just as he was about to ask, the thin old man shook his head.

The two of them were shocked and realized that their behavior was a bit abnormal. There was something dangerous and weird in the dilapidated temple, so they nodded solemnly.

Without further ado, the three of them calmed down their breath, stood up in a hurry, without making any sound, and left quietly.

The demonic Taoist's eyes moved slightly, but until the three of them left, there was no change. They just looked at Mo Hua meaningfully.

Mo Hua scratched her head and smiled embarrassedly, "Master, I haven't learned the formation well, I've failed..."

The indifferent Taoist looked indifferent, obviously not believing in the ink painting.

But he didn't say anything, and closed his eyes and calmed down again.

Seeing this, Mo Hua breathed relieved.

Fortunately, the master was wary of himself and only used the simplest and most simple "Taoxin Planting Demons". Young Master Yun and the other three did not plant the demons deeply.

Otherwise, if you really use the advanced "demon-seeding" method, it would be troublesome.

Even if I want to save them, I am still powerless.

Seeing that the three of them were walking away, Mo Hua felt relieved, but he remembered the words from the old man...

"Guixu Tianmeng..."

Guixu, where is it?

What does the meaning of sky burial mean?

What this is related to is a great opportunity? An ancient secret? It is a heritage, a volume of martial arts, or...

A formation?

Mo Hua shook her head, confused.

"Forget it, don't be too ambitious..."

The master said that such opportunities involve too much cause and effect. If you are not careful, you will be killed. It is better for me to not know now.

Mo Hua nodded.

He lowered his head again, looked at the Warm Fire Formation, and felt a pity.

The formation was destroyed by itself, and the sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, wild fruits, and a big fish they roasted were all burnt and turned into a pile of black charcoal...

The big fish was almost baked and it smelled the fragrance. It turned out that it was roasted for a long time and didn't eat it in one bite...

"My fish..."

Mo Hua felt a little heartbroken and couldn't help but sigh.

He drew a warm fire array again, then took out the remaining sweet potatoes from the storage bag, and continued to bake as if no one was around...

...

The three thin old men hurriedly left the dilapidated temple, regardless of the night, and kept walking out. After walking for an hour, they were far enough away, and the three of them stopped.

The back of the skinny old man was soaked in cold sweat.

The middle-aged monk gasped and asked, "What the hell happened?"

The skinny old man's hand was still bleeding.

He took out the medicine powder, sprinkled it on his hands, and took a few pills internally, making his complexion better.

Recalling the dilapidated temple, he was still a little scared. He looked back at the two of them and said in a trembling voice:

"Sancaiyi counted the copper coins to break..."

"The three of us almost died..."

Master Yun was shocked.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said, "It's not so evil..."

"Do you remember the little kid who was roasting fire in the dilapidated temple?"

"A little kid who is roasting the fire?"

The middle-aged monk was stunned and frowned and recalled, and suddenly his expression changed, and he remembered:

"He...he is that 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 before?"

The skinny old man sighed:

"This little kid is very likely to be that man's disciple. Although he is young, he is definitely extraordinary..."

"We were in the ruined temple, and before we knew it, we were possessed by the inner demon..."
To be continued...