Chapter 782: The Great Tribulation
How could it be leaked?
How could it be lost?
Wearing human skin and wearing the robe of a sect elder, "Mr. Tu", who looks fair and elegant, looks a bit unbelievable.
He pinched it with his slender fingers and carefully deduced it. Many unknown secrets passed through his heart one by one.
"The grand formation, the devil's palace, the altar, the blood-slaying list, the divine fetus, the divine servant, the minions in the dark, the four-image formation..."
Suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Shinto formation!
"The Shinto formation has been lost?!"
Mr. Tu’s expression suddenly changed.
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Without the blessings of the gods, without the blessings of the gods, and without the birth of a divine child, how could an ordinary person learn the Shinto formations with his abilities?
How did this person learn it?
Where did you learn it from?
Could it be that he is... a person favored by God?
Mr. Tu’s uneasiness became more and more intense.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up, left the elder's residence, walked on the long steps made of exquisite white jade, and walked out of the mountain gate.
It was just dawn.
The bright morning sun shone down, and inside the sect's jade-like palace, broken gold was paved with white jade, just like a fairyland on earth.
Within the sect, the rules are strict.
Although it is still early, there are already many disciples who have gotten up early to practice or exercise.
Occasionally, there are disciples on the road. When they meet Mr. Tu, they will bow and salute:
"Hello, elder."
The elegant-looking "Mr. Tu" had a spring-like look on his face and a friendly tone. He nodded and said, "Okay."
After walking like this for a while, at the corner, I suddenly met another elder.
This elder has deep legal patterns, and there are four gold patterns on his robes, which shows that he is obviously of high authority.
When he saw "Mr. Tu", he looked a little surprised, "Elder Shen?"
Mr. Tu also cupped his hands and said, "Elder Shen."
"Early in the morning, Elder Shen, where are you going?" Elder Shen, who was wearing a four-gold-patterned Taoist robe, asked with dignity on his face.
Mr. Tu thought for a while and then sighed: "A Taoist friend I haven't seen for a long time came from afar and brought some remnants of formation diagrams with him. He wanted to have tea and talk with me and exchange formations, so I Take the time to check it out.”
Elder Shen's face was expressionless, "Elder Shen, you are really obsessed with formations..."
Mr. Tu smiled and said: "If you make Elder Shen laugh, I will come back as soon as I go. The teaching matters for the disciples in the sect will not be delayed."
Elder Shen nodded slightly.
He only has the power to supervise the actions of the elders in the sect, and does not have such strong power to control them, so he only asks.
Normally, he wouldn't bother.
But now that the sect is about to undergo restructuring, the next Dao Discussion Conference is crucial.
From top to bottom within the sect, strict requirements must be met without any slack.
The success or failure of this matter is related to the fate of the sect and the future of the entire Qiandao Sect. There must be no negligence.
Elder Shen turned around to leave, but still couldn't let go, so he looked at Elder Shen again and asked in a low voice:
"Is the restructuring issue... okay with you?"
Mr. Tu said in a deep voice: "Elder Shen, don't worry, everything is under control."
"That's good..." Elder Shen nodded.
"If this matter goes well..." "Mr. Tu" with a gentle and respectful face said with a slight twinkle in his eyes, "Elder Shen, maybe you can go a step further..."
Elder Shen raised his eyebrows slightly and said seriously: "They are all working for the sect. Personal advancement and retreat, honor and disgrace, are insignificant."
Mr. Tu held up his hand and said, "Elder Shen has a high moral character and integrity, and Shen admires him."
Elder Shen raised his forehead slightly, and his nasolabial folds appeared deeper, but his mood seemed much happier and his tone became gentler.
"Elder Shen, go early and come back early."
After saying that, he glanced at Mr. Tu, with a hint of condescending charity in his expression, "If this happens, you will definitely have a seat as the true elder in the sect."
"The position of the true elder of the four major sects in Qianxue State is a position that many ascended monks in the world cannot reach in their lifetime..."
"Mr. Tu" looked overjoyed and quickly bowed and said:
"If the sect values him and he is lucky enough to become the true elder, it will be a blessing in Shen's life. He will be able to honor his ancestors and die without regrets! Elder Shen is so kind and generous. De, Shen is so unforgettable!”
Elder Shen seemed very satisfied with what "Mr. Tu" said.
He nodded, then stepped past Mr. Tu, walked along the high white jade steps towards the Qionglou Yuyu, his back gradually getting farther and farther away.
After Elder Shen left, "Mr. Tu"'s expression lost the kindness and elegance before and gradually became colder.
He turned his head and looked at Mr. Shen, his eyes indifferent, as if he was looking at a "toy" that was attracted by lust.
"Those with a low Taoist heart are just inferior people who behave in a superior manner..."
"It is the fattest animal offered to the Lord God."
Mr. Tu turned his head, put on a gentle face again, turned his back to Elder Shen, and walked towards the white jade stairs.
After leaving the mountain gate of Qiandao Sect and arriving at Qiandao City, Mr. Tu entered a restaurant, then went to Baibao Pavilion, and walked around the city for a while. After confirming that there was no causal energy locking him, he passed through the secret door. Entering a magnificent cave.
In the cave, the scenery is beautiful and luxurious, but there is no one there.
Mr. Tu walked through the rockeries, pavilions and pavilions until he reached the deepest and most hidden gate of the cave.
On top of the door, there are eighteen levels of fourth-grade formations stacked up.
Mr. Tu carefully untied all the formations one by one.
Then the light circulated, the formations faded layer by layer, and the door opened.
Mr. Tu took a step forward and walked into the door.
Inside the door is a large hall.
The surroundings of the main hall were also covered with formations, but the interior was empty without any furnishings. There was only a formation platform standing in the middle of the main hall.
The formation is old, engraved with simple patterns, and looks inconspicuous.
Mr. Tu took out three spiritual stones with great care.
These three spiritual stones are in seven colors, full of brilliance, and appear to be completely made from nature. They are extremely rare innate spiritual stones in the world of cultivation.
Mr. Tu placed the three innate spirit stones at the center of the formation, and then walked to the middle of the formation.
After a while, the formation was activated.
The three innate spiritual stones buzzed, their spiritual marrow passed away, and gradually turned into ashes.
The simple and mysterious formation patterns flashed by one after another.
Above the flowing light, there are dark cracks in space, intertwined with light and death.
The void lights up and disappears, and space teleports.
What is engraved on this array platform is exactly the void teleportation array that has reached the level of fifth-grade cave virtuality!
On the formation platform, strong void fluctuations were heard.
And these fluctuations, surging and overflowing, were all absorbed by the dense formations on the four walls of the hall.
The aura of the formation was also completely obscured.
Therefore, no one noticed it when it was transmitted.
The sky flashed, and Mr. Tu’s figure disappeared.
Within the boundaries of Qianxue Prefecture, in another desolate and hidden place, between the uninhabited barren mountains, cracks in the void flashed past.
Mr. Tu’s figure slowly emerged.
He stood up straight, with a cold look on his face, let go of his bloody and evil consciousness, and scanned the surroundings to make sure no one noticed him before walking into the mountains.
In the deserted and deserted mountains, the sunlight is reflected by the color of the mountains, showing a lifeless grayness.
As Mr. Tu walked, he shed his human skin, his body twisted and changed little by little, returning to his original withered and pale appearance.
The place where he appeared was located on the border of Wupin Qianxue state.
But the deep mountain he walked toward was a forbidden place, a shadow, and fog, and he didn't know where to go.
Finally, Mr. Tu returned to the gloomy hall.
There is a secret room in the main hall.
In the secret room, there is an altar. On the altar, there is a white, bloody statue of a human face and a hideous white bone with a goat's horns.
Mr. Tu knelt before the skull.
His face was pale, with a faint green light, and his voice was old and hoarse:
"Something has changed..."
"Please God, give me the power to discern the secrets of heaven and predict good and bad luck."
After speaking, he kowtowed three times.
After knocking, a mysterious evil force descended, and the secret room was filled with blood.
Mr. Tu's body was constantly shaking, his bones were vibrating, and his teeth were creaking. He seemed to be bearing a huge burden and enduring incomparable pain.
After a stick of incense, the blood color faded.
Mr. Tu's pupils were empty, as if he had been parasitized by something. He took out a piece of human bone from the altar with an indifferent expression.
Then he used his long nails to scratch his palm, letting blood drip onto the human bones.
Blood fell on the bones, and nameless evil fire ignited.
The flames were like snake letters, licking the human bones and burning cracks.
Mr. Tu's empty eyes looked at the bloody cracks, and after counting with his fingers, his color suddenly changed:
"Great disaster!"
There will be a catastrophe in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!
His eyes retreated from the empty state, but in an instant they were covered with a layer of fear and confusion.
"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been hidden for eight hundred years. There is a forest of divine mist outside, and the consciousness is invisible. There are demon servants inside, and foreign enemies cannot invade. How can there be a catastrophe?"
"Where is this calamity?"
Mr. Tu was puzzled.
"The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is the place where demons cultivate, the foundation of demons, the furnace of demon elixirs, and the place where demons return to their souls..."
"This is an extremely crucial link in the Lord God's grand plan. There must be no mistakes, let alone leaks!"
Mr. Tu looked solemn, hesitating again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and knocked three more times on the gloomy human-faced sheep bone statue:
"Please ask the Lord for the gift again, sacrifice with blood, use the mind of God, and the eyes of the Lord, Use my eyes to detect evil intentions..."
Mr. Tu said every word.
After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the pressure on the sea of consciousness doubled, as if a powerful evil thought was forcibly descending on his heavenly gate.
Mr. Tu was overwhelmed and blood flowed from his orifices.
Especially his eyes, which were bleeding profusely and covered with blood. And through this bloody color, he finally saw it.
He saw doom.
I saw the real crisis in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!
At this moment, hundreds of sect monks are lurking in the dark outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the Divine Mist Forest!
A large part of them is surprisingly the golden elixir!
This is a group of elite monks.
Even more than half of them are inner elders of large sects!
At this time, they were like a pack of tigers and wolves, waiting outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, intent on looking for opportunities to destroy the God Lord's foundation.
This is a real disaster.
Moreover, it is not coming soon, but has already arrived quietly!
Mr. Tu was shocked and angry.
He ignored the continuous divination and the loss of vitality caused by the force of the sea of consciousness carrying the divine thoughts of the God. He took out an unknown piece of paper that could avoid cause and effect, dipped it in the blood on the ground, and began to write a blood letter on it...
…
Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
The elders of Taixu Sect and Chongxu Sect were closing their eyes to rest.
A faint flash of blood flashed.
No one else noticed.
However, Xun Zixian, the Taixu Sect's formation master who was a third-grade formation master and had extensive research on the way of spiritual thoughts, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.
Xun Ziyou noticed something unusual and asked, "Zixian, what's wrong?"
Xun Zixian pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Just now... something seemed to look at me."
Xun Ziyou was slightly shocked, "What is it?"
Xun Zixian shook his head, "I don't know, I can't tell. It's even possible, it's just my illusion..."
Xun Ziyou looked solemnly, glanced at the bloody Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the distance, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid, it may not be an illusion."
Xun Zixian also looked solemn.
Xun Ziyou summoned an inner disciple and ordered: "Send the order and cheer everyone up. Maybe something will happen..."
"Yes, elder."
The disciple was ordered to pass on the order.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian looked at each other, and then looked at the gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons at the end of the Bone Passage, their hearts tightening.
…
At this time, in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
In the deepest part, there is a study room burning sandalwood, luxurious and elegant, which is incompatible with the enchanting atmosphere in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
A young master held a precious platinum formation pen in his white palm, and drew formation patterns one stroke at a time on the paper as white as snow.
Suddenly he felt something in his heart, took out a piece of unknown leather paper, and spread it in front of him.
There were blood stains on the leather paper.
A line of blood words appeared:
"The great calamity is approaching. The hawks and falcons gathered outside the valley. Nothing can be done. Abandon the car to protect the commander..."
Finally, there is a line of writing that is scrawled, but the writing is as sharp as a knife, and every word is dripping with blood, and the decision is as gut-wrenching as a heart-wrenching decision: "Destroy the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!"
The young master was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually became cold.
"Hundreds of years of hard work and a huge foundation can be destroyed at a moment's notice. Mr. Tu is so ruthless in his decision-making and courageous."
"If you continue to cut off, will you suffer chaos..."
In the young master's handsome eyes, half was as clear as the moon, and the other half revealed an eerie and unpredictable look.
…
In the formation stone room.
The ink painting reflected and merged the void laws of heaven in the sea of consciousness with the formation patterns of the Shinto formations. Through the formations, he realized the Tao and used the Tao to merge the formations. Finally, he initially understood the law of "sealing" and mastered the inheritance of the Great Wilderness Shen Tao formations. The core of the divine lock formation.
Mo Hua was overjoyed and his eyes sparkled.
Now, I can be considered an entry-level "Shinto Formation Master"!
Mo Hua withdrew from the sea of consciousness and looked at the sword bones aside.
Formation pays attention to applying what you learn.
Now that you have learned it, you must use it.
He wanted to practice with the "Sword Bone" again, and see if this little sword demon could break free from the divine lock formation he had set up this time.
The sword bones were looked at by Mo Hua, and for some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.
Instinct tells it that whenever this little ancestor looks at him with glowing eyes, there must be nothing good going on.
Then it was slightly startled.
"After much thought, this little ancestor just wants to test his newly learned formation on himself..."
"If that's the case, then don't be afraid."
In less than one night, this little ancestor couldn't learn anything.
Just play with him and deal with it.
Jian Gugu said in his heart.
Mo Hua was just about to start writing, using the sword bones to test the formation. Suddenly he paused, put away the pen and ink, and continued to sit on the ram's horn skull, motionless.
He noticed that Jin Yixuan was back.
Sure enough, within a moment, the door opened, and Jin Yixuan, dressed in black, returned to the hall.
He looked tired, as if he had been busy all night.
Just when Jin Yixuan was about to sit down and continue learning the Shinto formation patterns, another demon cultivator walked in.
Jin Yixuan was disturbed and was a little impatient. He was about to reprimand him sharply, but when he raised his head and saw the appearance of the person coming, his expression immediately became serious, he restrained his arrogance and looked quite respectful.
This demon cultivator is an old man, with a voice as hoarse as a broken gong.
When he entered the door, he only said one sentence:
"Master, please invite me."
Jin Yixuan did not dare to be negligent, he raised his hands and saluted:
"yes."
After the demon cultivator finished speaking, he turned and left.
Jin Yixuan's eyes were focused, and he also followed the demon cultivator and left the Formation Stone Palace.
The stone hall was empty, and only Mo Hua was left.
Mo Hua frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
He suddenly felt that something unexpected had happened.
But what happened?
Mo Hua was a little confused for a while.
He is hiding in the main hall now, and it is not convenient to go out. If he wants to know what happened, he can only wait patiently.
When Jin Yixuan comes back, there may be some clues.
After half an hour, Jin Yixuan came back as expected.
And it wasn't just Jin Yixuan, he also summoned the stewards from various areas of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley - Mo Hua guessed it was the steward, because Jin Gui was among them.
Jin Yixuan did not speak, as if he was afraid that the matter would be leaked. He just gave each steward a jade slip and ordered:
"Follow the instructions on the jade slip."
The stewards took the jade slip, their consciousness sank into it, and after just one glance, their expressions changed greatly:
"Steward, this..."
"...Why is this so?"
"Could something big happen?"
Jin Yixuan's eyes were like swords, scanning around.
None of the stewards dared to speak.
Jin Yixuan said in a deep voice: "This is the Young Master's order. We will follow the Young Master's orders."
Seeing that everyone had different expressions and obviously had different thoughts, he softened his tone and said, "This is also an opportunity for you."
"Follow the Young Master's instructions. Once everything goes well, we can escape from this cage and don't have to stick to the valley. From now on, the sea and the sky will be brighter, and we will have some freedom..."
This sentence touched the hearts of several stewards.
Even if they are in charge and have authority, no one wants to live such a dark and inhuman life in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
There is no one who doesn’t yearn for the colorful world.
Although several stewards remained silent, their eyes were a little wandering. Finally, someone took the lead and said:
"I will obey the master's instructions!"
Someone took the lead, and others also said:
"Only the young master is following the lead."
"You will be totally ruined by the young master..."
Jin Yixuan nodded with satisfaction, and then his eyes flashed coldly, "Without further delay, let's do it now."
"yes!"
After the discussion, Jin Yixuan and the other stewards left one after another.
The uneasiness in Mo Hua's heart became more and more serious...
Get out of prison?
Carefree?
What do these demon cultivators want to do?
Mo Hua thought for a while and then sent a message to Elder Xun:
"The demon cultivator seems to be making some moves. Elder, please be careful..."
After sending it out, Mo Hua continued to wait, intending to wait and see what would happen.
But not long after, there was sudden violent movement in the valley.
There were the sounds of buildings collapsing, the screams of demon cultivators, and the low roars of monster beasts, all mixed together.
Mo Hua frowned, and at this moment, Taixu Ling was shocked.
When he took out the ink painting and took a look, he saw an urgent message coming from the Taixu Order. It was from Elder Xun:
"Mo Hua, are you okay?!"
Mo Hua: "It's okay, what's wrong?"
Elder Xun paused for a while and then passed on a message: "The gate to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been opened..."
Hearing this, Mo Hua was shocked.
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(ps. If nothing unexpected happens, I will add another update tomorrow, and another update the day after tomorrow, trying to wrap up this plot~.)
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