Chapter 858 The Great Enemy


    The door was completely locked.


    Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi were heartbroken. Hua Qianqian shed two lines of tears, Ouyang Feng also turned pale, but Xiao Tianquan frowned.


    Gu Changhuai''s mind turned around and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, find a way to open the door!"


    But everyone walked around the door a few times and couldn''t find a way to open the door.


    This is the gate of the inner hall, the gate used for sacrifices. The method of opening the door is special. According to Mr. Wu’s previous techniques, sacrifices are used and some strange rituals are required.


    They don’t know how to drive it.


    Moreover, even if the door is opened and it takes so long, the ink painting may have already...


    Gu Changhuai was scared and even more regretful and guilty.


    If he had known this, he wouldn''t have let Mo Hua go in alone, at least he would have to follow him.


    But everything happened just now, and after hard struggle and exhausted, he didn''t have time to think for a while, thus causing negligence.


    And it was this little negligence that led to a big mistake.


    Now, it''s too late to regret...


    Gu Changhuai said in a deep voice: "First use the fish bone token to go out, mobilize all the nearby people, and at all costs, break the door and rescue Mo Hua..."


    Xia Diansi also nodded solemnly, then frowned and asked, "Do you want to tell Taixu Sect?"


    Gu Changhuai nodded, but after a moment, he looked shaking again and shook his head, "You can''t talk about Taixu Sect for now..."


    Xia Diansi was puzzled.


    Gu Changhuai said in a deep voice: "This is the second-grade state boundary. It is difficult to save the nearby fire from far away. If we can save the ink painting, it is enough for us. If we can''t save it, when the people from Taixu Sect arrive, the ink painting will be..."


    The maze of bones, boundless blood, Monster Witch, countless blood corpses, and the unknown terrifying aura deep in the altar...


    When the people from Taixu Sect come, ink painting will definitely be in danger.


    Everyone understood this, and they couldn''t help but feel pain in their hearts.


    Gu Changhuai sighed, "Let''s find a way to save people first. If they can be rescued, everything will be fine. Otherwise, we can only go to Taixu Sect in person and apologize..."


    Xia Diansi nodded, and even more regretful in his heart.


    When he thought that Mo Hua was for everyone, he would take risks with his own risk. Even at the last moment, he knew that things could not be done, and even threw out the token so that people like him could escape safely, but he himself...


    Xia Diansi''s heart was as painful as a needle.


    Finally, she looked at the door and sighed deeply:


    "I hope this child, Mo Hua, will be blessed with all kinds of fortunes and will be able to turn danger into danger..."


    But the white bone maze is extremely dangerous and she can''t imagine how to get rid of danger...


    …


    Bone Maze.


    In a white corridor.


    Mr. Wu, who looked like a "Yasha", grabbed the ink painting with a **** hand and walked step by step into the depths of the maze.


    The blood around him became thicker and thicker.


    A smell that obviously does not exist but is becoming stronger and stronger is gradually spreading.


    Mo Hua was grabbed in his hand by Mr. Wu, he stretched his head, looked left and right, sniffed his nose again, and looked up and asked:


    "What''s going on here? Is the smell not right?"


    Mr. Wu''s eyelids twitched.


    Do you understand this little devil’s situation now?


    He ignored the ink painting.


    Mo Hua asked again: "Are you going to use me as a ''sacrificial gift''?"


    Mr. Wu sneered, "What do you think?"


    But Mo Hua nodded silently.


    It seems yes, just like I guessed.


    He remembered that Mr. Wu had said before that the "great enemy" of the Lord of God was about to come soon, and people like him were the best "living sacrifice" and the great gift he offered to the Lord of God.


    "Living Sacrifice" is definitely a living sacrifice.


    Mr. Wu should not kill himself before offering sacrifices.


    Moreover, having set up so many formations before was equivalent to showing his extraordinary formation talent in front of Mr. Wu.


    If the formation has a strong talent, then the spiritual consciousness will naturally be strong.


    With such a rich spiritual sense, if I were the minions of the evil **** of the Great Wilderness, I would like to capture myself as a sacrifice and offer it to the evil god.


    How could Mr. Wu bear it?


    And this altar...


    Judging from the current situation, blood flows backwards, white bone mazes guarding, and the evil god''s "altar" was hidden by Mr. Wu.


    You will not be able to find it for a while.


    Even if you find it, the surroundings of the altar will probably be surrounded by evil blood, and there may be other dangers and obstacles, and you will definitely not be able to get through it.


    If you can’t do something, you have to ask someone to help you.


    Mr. Wu is just right.


    He can not only guide himself, but also be a "mule and horse" and take him over in person without having to walk by himself.


    This Mr. Wu is quite useful...


    Mo Hua secretly looked at Mr. Wu and asked curiously: "How did you turn from a human into a monster?"


    Mr. Wu frowned, "It''s not a monster."


    "Is that Yasha?"


    Mr. Wu was a little surprised, "How do you know?"


    Mo Hua said: "I see you making a nest in the Yasha Palace, and your appearance is somewhat similar to the Yasha in the hall."


    Mr. Wu snorted coldly, "I''m still a little clever."


    Mo Hua asked again: "Then where are your scales? How did you come from? Are they dragon scales? Why are they dragon scales? Are there really dragons in this world? How come you have dragons..."


    Mr. Wu was really annoyed and said sternly:


    "Shut up!"


    "Oh." The ink painting doesn''t matter.


    After walking for a while, the journey was silent. Mo Hua felt that it was a little too quiet, and muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction:


    "I have a very bad temper. When I was caught before, I was very angry and kept begging for mercy..."


    Mr. Wu''s forehead leaped straight and said angrily: "I have been forbearing for a moment, in order to capture all you ignorant sinners who dare to blaspheme the Lord of God in one net, and use your blood to pay tribute to the Lord of God."


    "So that''s it," Mo Hua said, "Did you kill all the temple guards in advance and then turn into a monster... Yasha, and eat all the temple guards?"


    Mr. Wu sneered, "Not bad."


    Mo Hua thought to himself that Mr. Wu learned that he had "eat" his accomplices, and his face was pale and his intestines were almost vomiting, and he felt sorry for him.


    Mr. Wu is also a "drama master" and acts quite like...


    Then Mo Hua reflected on it and had to admit that Mr. Wu played better than himself.


    The expression that I know the cruel truth seems to be about to spit out all my internal organs should not be able to act.


    It seems that your "acting skills" need to be honed more.


    Mo Hua nodded and then asked, "Speaking of all, these temple guards are your accomplices. If you kill them and eat them again, will your conscience hurt?"


    "What do you know?" Mr. Wu sneered, "It is their supreme honor to sacrifice loyalty, flesh and blood, and even life for the Lord of God."


    “It is their best destination to die for the Lord of God.”


    Mo Hua shook her head silently in her heart.


    After that, my mind has been washed away.


    "By the way," Mo Hua tentatively said, "You always say ''God Lord''. What exactly is the God Lord you are talking about?"


    "Bold!" Mr. Wu said angrily, "How can you call the title of the Lord of God at will?"


    "Otherwise, what should I call me?" Mo Hua asked sincerely.


    Mr. Wu just said something, but suddenly stopped.


    He looked around, looking at the white bone columns, the **** mist, and the depressing and trembling breath deep in it, he finally frowned.


    This little devil... has some problems.


    Mr. Wu''s eyes narrowed and he said slowly:


    "Do you know, where is this place? Where am I going to take you? You are not afraid at all?"


    Mo Hua quickly suppressed her expectations and said with a serious look:


    "I''m so scared. Because I''m so scared, I''ll chat with you to relieve my fear."


    Mr. Wu: “…”


    Is this little devil stupid?


    No idea in my mind?


    Could it be that the innate soul is lacking, and the seven emotions and six desires are disadvantages, so I don’t know what fear is?


    Mr. Wu''s brows became tighter and tighter.


    Then it suddenly smiled gloomy.


    Ignorance is fearless, and the more ignorant a person is, the more stupid he has. There is great horror in this world. Even though he didn''t know it before, he would soon be able to experience it...


    Mr. Wu stopped saying anything. He grabbed the ink painting, quickly moved his pace, and continued to walk deep into the maze.


    After that, Mo Hua asked him what he said, but he kept silent.


    Mo Hua couldn''t find out about things, so she had no choice but to look around, but the more she looked, the more confused he became.


    The blood color deep in this bone maze is much richer than before.


    Moreover, it is getting stronger bit by bit.


    It seems that it is "hatching" something, but the ink painting did not notice anything strange around it...


    In this way, as he walked, Mr. Wu finally brought the ink painting to a pool of blood.


    The blood in the blood pool is extremely thick.


    Mo Hua only took a look and roughly inferred that the blood water mixed with evil power in the entire sea of ??blood was now concentrated and gathered in this pool of blood.


    Mr. Wu grabbed the ink painting and was about to jump into the pool of blood. The ink painting hurriedly said:


    "etc!"


    Mr. Wu paused and frowned, "What''s wrong?"


    Mo Hua said: "This blood is very dirty and can corrode the flesh and blood. You take me down and I may die before I can sacrifice me to the Lord of God."


    Mr. Wu sneered, "Don''t worry, your sacrifice is different. If it is not new, the Lord of God will blame me."


    After saying that, he grabbed the ink painting and went straight down.


    With a "thump", the pool of blood splattered everywhere. But because the blood was too thick and sticky, it did not splash too much.


    When he jumped into the blood pool, Mo Hua closed his eyes and opened it again, the surrounding area was red and covered with thick plasma.


    And I seemed to be wrapped in dragon scales, and my blood could not be approached.


    Mr. Wu''s entire body also turned into a real "Yasha" in the sea of ??blood, wrapped around scales, carrying ink paintings, swimming towards the deepest part of the blood pool.


    All the bottom of the blood pool.


    Mo Hua looked up and finally saw the altar he was thinking about again.


    At this time, the altar was quietly sinking in the center of the blood pool.


    The blood around him compressed and condensed little by little, forming dozens of blood flows, like blood vessels, and poured into the sheep bone statue in the middle of the altar, providing it with evil energy.


    The blood outside was as thick as slurry, and the surroundings of the altar turned into a vacuum.


    Mr. Wu brought the ink painting to the altar. He didn''t know where he took a bone chain and tied the ink painting tightly, so he temporarily threw it aside.


    Then he began to respectfully put some unknown flesh and blood tributes on the altar, not knowing what he said.


    The ink painting was thrown aside, looking at the strange blood flow, the gloomy altar, and the **** offerings, it seemed that he really knew he was "feared".


    "You won''t...really want to treat me as a sacrifice, right?"


    Mr. Wu sneered and secretly scolded the ink painting idiot in his heart. Only now do you know about such an obvious thing?


    But he is preparing for the ceremony now.


    You cannot speak loudly before the Lord of God, so as not to be disrespectful and make the Lord of God blame him.


    He put the candles, incense, and flesh of the auxiliary sacrifice onto the altar one by one, and then turned his head and looked at the "main dish" of the sacrifice - ink painting.


    "Originally, I wanted to capture you all and then dedicate them all to the Lord of God, but I didn''t expect that you were so difficult."


    "Apart from the idiot who was greedy and bitten off my neck and turned into a blood corpse, none of the other golden elixirs are easy to match."


    "You kid are so cunning as a ghost."


    "Originally, my incarnation of Yasha, which is invulnerable to swords and fire, is enough to kill all directions, but somehow you saw it out of the life gate and was consumed..."


    Mr. Wu became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally sighed:


    "It''s impossible to do anything, I can''t do it... Fortunately, the God will live up to the hard work. God''s blessing, let me catch you, the boy..."


    Mr. Wu looked happy and looked at the ink painting. The happier he looked, and he nodded and said:


    "It is indeed the best living sacrifice, fresh and tender. The key is that your spiritual sense must be very thick."


    "You broke my blood formation. I saw it when you set up the formation and trapped Dian Si, who was surnamed Xiao."


    "Your formation level is absolutely extraordinary, and your spiritual sense is absolutely talented and delicious."


    "You are the only one who serves as a living sacrifice. Even if you are a little thin, I think the Lord of God will not blame me."


    Mo Hua seemed a little "notic" and said to Mr. Wu with a stern face:


    "I advise you not to sacrifice me, otherwise you will regret it."


    Mr. Wu smiled and said, "Since I believe in God Lord and am tragic for God Lord, I have died. I still don''t know how to write these two words "regret."


    "Okay," Mr. Wu lost his patience, "I am ready for everything, it''s time for you to go on the road. I will dedicate you to the Lord of God as a proof of my ''loyalty''."


    After that, without waiting for the ink painting to say anything, Mr. Wu carried the ink painting and placed it on the altar.


    Then he lit candles, burned incense, and knelt down and prayed:


    "The Lord of the Great Wilderness, the Three Thousand Lords..."


    "It is brilliant and powerful."


    "With the blood of the Great Wilderness and believing in your honorable name, believers will present to you a sacrifice with a rich soul..."


    "May God Lord live forever, come to the earth as soon as possible, and bring glory to the world..."


    Mr. Wu read it very piously.


    At the same time, there was indeed an ancient and majestic aura floating on the altar.


    It seems that something has recovered and is preparing to enjoy a "good meal".


    The ink painting held his patience and sat upright without making a sound disturbing Mr. Wu''s prayer.


    He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he would make a mistake and Mr. Wu pronounced the wrong words and prayed ineffectively. His efforts were wasted.


    Mr. Wu successfully finished his prayer, looked up at the ink painting, and said indifferently:


    "You are quite honest."


    Mo Hua nodded, then remembered something, and asked again: "Mr. Wu, you said before that the ''great enemy'' of the Lord of God is about to come. How did you know?"


    Mr. Wu sneered and said in awe, "Naturally, it is the revelation of the Lord of God."


    "How did it reveal?" Mo Hua asked again.


    Mr. Wu was about to speak, but suddenly frowned, "What are you asking about this?"


    "Oh," Mo Hua said honestly, "I forgot to say... Your God Lord''s great enemy seems to be me."


    Mr. Wu was stunned. After a moment, he slowly laughed, then laughed loudly, looking at the weak ink painting, tied with bone chains, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and said coldly:


    "Little brother, I don''t know. You are quite good at joking..."


    How could the noble and great gods call them "great enemy" be this person without any power?


    Mr. Wu sneered.


    But as he smiled, he suddenly couldn''t laugh, and he finally realized a trace of incongruity.


    Along the way, he always felt like... being "arranged".


    Why?


    And finally before the maze, why was this little devil coming in and closing the door?


    Why? He obviously has a good body skills, but he doesn’t hide or avoid it.


    Why? He was obviously very clever, but he was as if he was frightened and motionless.


    Why... ?????The breath of the altar is getting stronger and stronger, and the blood mist around it slowly rises, and ancient whispers are gradually ringing, as if they are to pull all souls into an unknown situation.


    And this disagreement finally turned into a terrible warning at the last moment.


    At the last moment of the ceremony, Mr. Wu immediately reached out and wanted to pull Mo Hua off the altar.


    But he caught the empty spot.


    The ink painting, which was clearly locked by bone chains and could not escape along the way, now easily avoided his grab, and then sat peacefully on the altar, not leaving.


    Mr. Wu''s face was pale.


    The next moment, the murmur sounded.


    The blood mist completely surging, covering the entire altar.


    All the souls around the altar were swallowed and pulled to another space of divine thoughts.


    When the two opened their eyes again, they were still the same blood pool and the same altar, but everything around them was different.


    In the blood pool, there are countless wronged souls and ghosts, roaring with ferocious roars.


    On the altar, there is a huge statue of sheep horns, majestic and like a god, as if in control of huge power.


    Nowadays, Mo Hua sits on the altar.


    Mr. Wu stood under the altar.


    Originally, when he arrived at this realm of the Lord of God, Mr. Wu should immediately kneel down, kill the soul that was sacrificed, tear it apart, and offer it to the Lord of God.


    But at this moment, his mind was trembling.


    In front of him, sitting upright on the altar was a strange little kid.


    The appearance is indeed somewhat similar to that of ink paintings, but the age and body are smaller, the breath is very obscure, and nothing unusual is noticed.


    But he is Wu Zhu, who has been believing in gods all year round, and can feel a faint smell of shivering in the seemingly young man.


    This is a breath of almost...the gods!


    Mr. Wu was shocked, and he almost stood steadily. He pointed at Mo Hua with gritted teeth, "Who are you?"


    He finally understood.


    Sure enough, everything was calculated!


    This little devil who is hidden in the crowd without any trace is the real black hand. Everything he does from beginning to end is to enter the altar.


    His goal...is the Lord of God!


    He didn''t lie to himself. This little devil is the enemy of the Lord of God!


    "The Great Enemy of the Lord of God..."


    Mr. Wu slowly stood up straight after being frightened, his eyes firm, and endless courage surged in his heart. That was endless loyalty and fanatical belief in the Lord of God.


    "Since I am the great enemy of the Lord of God, I will cut off your head, cut off your limbs, dig out your eyes, and cut out your heart... completely dismember you, so as to offer you to the Lord of God and prove my loyalty!" Mr. Wu''s body gradually became huge.


    The evil **** in the Great Wilderness gave him courage and also gave him the "expanding" divine idea.


    The Yasha he turned into was stronger, the dragon scales were harder, the minions were sharper, and the blood was as thick as a river.


    Then, without waiting for the Mo Hua to react, Mr. Wu flashed and his huge fist rushed towards Mo Hua.


    This punch was huge and extremely rapid.


    But Mo Hua''s little hand just stretched out, and all the momentum came to an abrupt end.


    This punch is hard to make any progress.


    Mr. Wu''s pupils gradually expanded.


    Then, Mo Hua also punched, carrying golden light, which seemed extremely slow, but was extremely fast, and it could not allow Mr. Wu to react at all, so it hit his chest.


    The indestructible dragon scales break inch by inch.


    The crack gradually widened and spread from the chest to the limbs.


    A black hole was blown out of Mr. Wu''s chest.


    With just one punch, the vitality was gone... Mr. Wu understood. He was pale and slowly knelt on the ground. His voice contained great horror and endless regret: "The Lord of God is above, I... guilty..."


    "I have a great sin!"


    "I have caused a great disaster against heaven. I have attracted... a terrifying enemy..."


    "The next moment, my head fell to the ground.


    Mo Hua twisted his neck directly.


    At this point, Mr. Wu’s soul and soul were both destroyed.


    (This chapter ends)