Chapter 858 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 scared, 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 happened so fast. After a hard battle and exhausted, he didn't have time to think, 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 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 himself 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 is pouring back, the maze of bones is guarding, and the "altar" of the evil god is 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 could he show him the way, he could 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, it was silent all the way. Mo Hua felt that it was a little too quiet, and he muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction:
"I have quite a bad temper. When I was caught before, I was very angry and kept begging for mercy..."
Mr. Wu's forehead jumped and he said angrily: "I was forbearing for a moment. The purpose is to catch all of you ignorant sinners who dare to blaspheme the Lord of God, and use your blood to worship the Lord of God."
"Then," Mo Hua said, "you killed all the temple keepers with a premeditated plan, and then turned into a monster... Yaksha and ate all the temple keepers?"
Mr. Wu sneered, "Not bad."
Mo Hua thought about how Mr. Wu looked pale and about to vomit out his intestines when he learned that he had "eaten" his accomplice, and he cursed in his heart.
This Mr. Wu is also an "actor" and his acting looks quite like...
Then Mo Hua reflected on it and had to admit that this Mr. Wu acted better than himself.
He should be unable to act out that kind of expression, as if he was about to spit out his internal organs after learning the cruel truth.
It seems that my "acting skills" need to be honed more.
Mo Hua nodded, and then asked: "Speaking of which, these temple guards are all your accomplices. If you kill them and eat them, won't your conscience hurt?"
"What do you know?" Mr. Wu sneered, "It is their supreme honor to sacrifice their loyalty, flesh and blood, and even their lives for the Lord of God."
"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 out.
"By the way," Mo Hua tried again, "You always say 'God Lord, God Lord'. What exactly is this God Lord you are talking about?"
"Bold!" Mr. Wu said angrily, "How can you call the Lord the Divine Lord your own title?"
"Otherwise, what should I be called?" Mo Hua asked sincerely.
What Mr. Wu was about to say suddenly stopped.
He looked around, looking at the white bone pillars, the bloody mist, and the oppressive, shuddering aura in the depths, and finally frowned.
There's something wrong with this kid...
Mr. Wu's eyes narrowed and he said slowly:
"Do you know where this place is? Where am I going to take you? Are you... not afraid at all?"
Mo Hua quickly suppressed the expectations in his heart and said seriously:
"I'm extremely scared. Because I'm so scared, I'm chatting with you to relieve my fear."
Mr. Wu: "..."
Is this kid short-sighted?
Don't you have any idea?
Could it be that the soul is defective innately and the seven emotions and six desires are defective, so I don’t know what to be afraid of?
Mr. Wu frowned more and more.
Then it suddenly smiled darkly.
Ignorant people are fearless, and the more ignorant a person is, the more foolish and bold they are. There is great horror in this world. Even if he didn't know it before, he will soon realize it...
Mr. Wu said nothing more. He grabbed the ink painting, quickened his pace, and continued walking deeper into the maze.
After that, whenever Mo Hua asked him anything, he remained silent.
Mo Hua couldn't find anything, so he had no choice but to look around. But the more he looked, the more confused he became.
The blood color deep in this bone maze is much richer than before.
And, bit by bit, it is getting thicker.
It seemed that something was "hatching", but Mo Hua didn't notice that there was something weird around him...
In this way, while walking, Mr. Wu finally brought the ink painting to a pool of blood.
The blood in the blood pool was unusually thick.
Mo Hua only glanced at it and roughly deduced that the blood mixed with evil power in the previous sea of blood was concentrated and condensed into this blood pool.
Mr. Wu grabbed Mo Hua and was about to jump into the blood pool. Mo Hua quickly said:
"etc!"
Mr. Wu paused, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
Mo Hua said: "This blood water is very dirty and can corrode flesh and blood. If you take me and jump down, I might die before you can sacrifice me to the Lord of God."
Mr. Wu sneered, "Don't worry, your sacrifice is different. If it's not fresh, the Lord God will blame me."
After saying that, he grabbed the ink painting and plunged it down.
There was a "pop" and pools of blood splashed everywhere. But because the blood was too thick and stuck together, not much was spilled.
When he jumped into the blood pool, Mo Hua closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding area was red and full of thick plasma.
And he seemed to be wrapped in dragon scales, and the blood and water could not get close to him.
Mr. Wu's entire body also turned into a real blood sea "Yaksha", wrapped in scales, carrying the ink painting, and swam towards 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 longed for.
At this time, the altar sank quietly in the center of the blood pool.
The surrounding blood compressed and condensed little by little, 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 on the outside was as thick as pulp, but the area around the altar became a vacuum.
Mr. Wu brought the ink painting to the altar. He took a bone chain from somewhere, tied the ink painting tightly, and temporarily threw it aside.
Then he began to be respectful, placing some unknown flesh and blood tributes on the altar, and muttering something unknown.
The ink painting was thrown aside, and after looking at the strange blood flow, the gloomy altar, and the bloody offerings, it seemed that I was really "scared".
"You don't...really want to use me as a sacrifice, do you?"
Mr. Wu sneered and secretly scolded Mo Hua for being an idiot. He only knows such an obvious thing now?
But now he is preparing for the ceremony.
Don't speak loudly in front of the Lord of God, lest you be disrespectful and offend the Lord of God.
He placed the altar candles, incense, and flesh and blood on the altar one by one, and then turned his head and looked at the "main dish" of this sacrifice-the ink painting.
"Originally, I wanted to capture you all and sacrifice them all to the Lord of God, but I didn't expect that you would be so troublesome."
"Except for the greedy idiot who bit off his neck and turned into a bloody corpse, none of the other golden elixirs are easy to compete with."
"You kid, you are as cunning as a ghost."
"Originally, my invulnerable, invulnerable Yaksha incarnation was capable of killing everyone, but for some reason, you saw your destiny and was wasted..."
Mr. Wu became more and more angry as he talked, and finally sighed:
"It's impossible to do anything, and there's nothing I can do about it... Fortunately, Emperor Tian has paid off his hard work, and God has blessed me, allowing me to catch this kid like you..."
Mr. Wu looked delighted and looked at the ink paintings. The more he looked at them, the happier he became. He nodded and said:
"It is indeed the best embryo of a living sacrifice. It is fresh and tender. The key is that your spiritual consciousness must be very strong."
"It was you who broke my blood formation. I also saw it when you set up the formation to deceive Dianji named Xiao."
"Your formation level is absolutely extraordinary, your spiritual consciousness is definitely talented, and it's extremely delicious."
"With you alone as a living sacrifice, even if it is a little thin, the Lord of God will not blame me."
Mo Hua seemed a little "nervous" and said to Mr. Wu with a straight face:
"I advise you, it is best not to sacrifice me, otherwise you will regret it."
Mr. Wu smiled and said: "Ever since I believed in the Lord of God and died because of the Lord, I still don't know how to write the word regret."
"Okay," Mr. Wu lost his patience, "I've prepared everything, it's time for you to hit the road. I want to dedicate you to the Lord God as proof of my 'loyalty'."
After that, without waiting for Mo Hua to say anything, Mr. Wu picked up the ink painting and placed it on the altar.
Then he lit candles, burned incense, and knelt down to pray:
"The Lord of the Wilderness, the Lord of Three Thousands..."
"Brilliant and majestic, the power of God is supreme."
"Bleeding with the blood of the Great Wilderness, and believing in your honorable name, believers will present to you today an innate divine item, a sacrifice with a strong soul..."
"May the Lord God exist forever, come to the earth as soon as possible, and bring glory to the world..."
Mr. Wu recited it very devoutly.
At the same time, there was indeed an ancient and majestic aura floating above the altar.
It seems that something has revived and is preparing to enjoy a "delicious meal".
Mo Hua held back his composure and sat upright without making a sound to disturb Mr. Wu's prayer.
He was afraid that when he spoke, he would make a mistake, Mr. Wu would pronounce the wrong words, the prayer would be ineffective, and all his hard work would be in vain.
Mr. Wu finished reciting the prayer smoothly, looked up at the ink painting, and said indifferently:
"You're quite honest."
Mo Hua nodded, then thought of something and asked: "Mr. Wu, you said before that the Lord's 'big enemy' was about to come. How did you know?"
Mr. Wu sneered and said with awe, "Of course it is the revelation of the Lord God."
"How did you get the revelation?" Mo Hua asked again.
Mr. Wu was about to speak, but suddenly frowned, "Why do you ask this?"
"Oh," Mo Hua said honestly, "I forgot to mention...it seems that your God Lord's greatest enemy is me."
Mr. Wu was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he slowly stopped laughing, and then laughed loudly. Looking at the weak and ink painting tied with bone chains, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he said coldly:
"Little brother, I didn't know you were quite good at joking..."
How could it be possible that the lofty and great God Lord could call him an "enemy" with such powerless virtue?
Mr. Wu sneered to himself.
But while he was smiling, he suddenly stopped laughing. He finally noticed a slight violation.
Along the way, he always felt like... being "arranged" by someone.
Why?
And finally, before the maze, why is this kid coming in and closing the door?
Why, he obviously has good body skills, but he doesn't hide or dodge.
Why, he was obviously very clever, but he remained motionless as if he had been frightened.
Why……
The aura of the altar became thicker and thicker, the blood mist around it slowly rose, and ancient whispers gradually sounded, seeming to pull all the souls into an unknown state.
And this slight violation finally turned into a terrible warning sign at the last moment.
At the last moment of the ceremony, Mr. Wu immediately reached out and tried to pull the ink painting off the altar.
But he missed the mark.
Mo Hua, who was obviously bound by the bone chain and couldn't escape along the way, now easily escaped his grasp, and then sat safely on the altar, unable to leave.
Mr. Wu's face turned pale.
The next moment, gibbering sounded.
The blood mist surged completely, covering the entire altar.
It swallowed and sucked all the souls around the altar, and dragged them to another space of spiritual thoughts.
When the two opened their eyes again, it was still the blood pool and the altar, but everything around them was different again.
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.
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 determined, 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 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 figure 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, it seemed extremely slow, but it was extremely fast, and it didn't allow Mr. Wu to react at all, so it hit his 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.
(End of chapter)