Asking About Longevity Chapter 858

Chapter 858 The Enemy

The door is completely closed.

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 changed quickly and he said quickly: "Hurry up, find a way to open the door!"

But everyone walked around the door several times and could not find a way to open the door.

This is the door of the inner hall, a door used 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 know how to drive it at all.

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

Gu Changhuai was frightened, and at the same time he felt even more regretful and guilty.

Had he known this, he shouldn't have let Mo Hua go in alone, at least he would have followed.

But everything happened too 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.

By now, 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 anything yet..."

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 maze of bones, boundless blood, the monster Mr. Wu, countless **** 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 Gate in person and apologize under the bush..."

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

Thinking that Mo Hua was doing it for the sake of 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 a needle pricking him.

At last she glanced at the door and sighed deeply:

“I hope that this child, Mo Hua, will be blessed with great blessings and be able to turn danger into safety...”

But the Maze of Bones was extremely dangerous, and she couldn't even imagine how to avert danger...

The 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 **** hand and walks step by step deeper into the maze.

The blood around him is getting thicker and thicker.

A smell that clearly does not exist, but is getting stronger and stronger, gradually spreads.

Mr. Wu held the ink painting in his hand. He stuck his head out, looked left and right, sniffed his nose, raised his head and asked:

“What's going on here, the smell is not 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 what Mr. Wu had said before, saying that the "big enemy" of the Lord of God was coming soon, and that people like himself were the best "living sacrifices" and a great gift to the Lord of God.

“Living sacrifice” must be a living sacrifice.

This Mr. Wu should not kill himself before making a sacrifice.

Furthermore, I have deployed so many formations before, which is equivalent to showing my extraordinary formation talent in front of Mr. Wu.

If your formation talent is strong, your spiritual consciousness will also 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 endure this?

And this altar…

Judging from the current situation, blood and water are pouring in, the maze of bones is guarding, and the "altar" of the evil **** has been 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. There might also be other dangers and obstacles, and he would definitely not be able to get through it.

If you can't do something yourself, ask someone for help.

Mr. Wu is just right.

He can not only show the way for himself, he can 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 saw that you were making a nest in the Yaksha Hall, 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 sharply:

"Shut up!"

“Oh.” Mo Hua said nonchalantly.

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 holding back 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 guards with a premeditated plan, and then turned into a monster...Yaksha and ate all the temple guards?"

Mr. Wu sneered, "Not bad."

Mo Hua thought about how Mr. Wu turned pale and felt like his intestines were about to vomit when he learned that he had "eaten" his accomplice, and he cursed in his heart.

This Mr. Wu is also an "actor", and he acts quite like...

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

The expression that makes one feel like they are about to spit out their internal organs after learning the cruel truth should be impossible for me to act out.

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."

“Dying 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?”

“How bold!” Mr. Wu said angrily, “How can you call the Lord God by his title at will?”

“Otherwise, what should I be called?” Mo Hua asked sincerely.

Mr. Wu just said something and suddenly stopped.

He looked around, looking at the white bone pillars, the **** mist, and the oppressive and shuddering breath in the depths, and finally frowned.

There is 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 with a serious face:

“I'm very scared. Because I'm so scared, I'm chatting with you to relieve my fear.”

Mr. Wu: “…”

This kid, is he short-sighted?

Have you no idea at all?

Could it be that the soul is innately deficient 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 gloomily.

The ignorant are fearless. 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 in the depths of this bone maze is much richer than before.

Moreover, it is getting thicker bit by bit.

It seems that something is "hatching", but Mo Hua didn't notice that there was something weird around...

In this way, while walking, Mr. Wu finally brought the ink painting to a pool of blood.

The blood in the blood pool is 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 pool of blood. Mo Hua quickly said:

"etc!"

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

Mo Hua said: "This blood is very dirty and can corrode flesh and blood. Take me and jump down. I might die before you can sacrifice me to the Lord God."

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

After saying this, he grabbed the ink painting and plunged it down.

There was a "pop" sound, 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 filled with thick plasma.

But 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 "Yaksha" of the blood sea. Covered in scales, he carried 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 blood around him 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 surrounding area of 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 **** 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 cursed Mo Hua in his heart for being a fool. Why do you only know such an obvious thing now?

But he is now preparing for the ceremony.

You cannot speak loudly in front of the Lord of God, lest you be disrespectful and offend the Lord of God.

He placed the candles, incense, and flesh and blood of the altar one by one on the altar, and then turned his head and looked at the "main course" of the 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 you to be so troublesome.”

"Except for the greedy idiot who bit off his neck and turned into a **** corpse, none of the other golden elixirs are easy to compete with."

“You, boy, are as cunning as a ghost.”

“Originally, my invulnerable, invulnerable Yaksha incarnation was capable of killing all directions, but for some reason, you saw your destiny and wasted it all…”

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

“There is nothing I can do about it, and I can't do anything about it... Fortunately, the Emperor 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 embryo of the best living sacrifice. It is fresh and tender. The key is that your spiritual consciousness must be very strong.”

"My blood formation was broken by you. I also saw it when you set up the formation to trick Dian Si named Xiao."

“Your formation level is absolutely extraordinary, your spiritual consciousness is also extremely talented, and your food is 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's best not to sacrifice to me, otherwise you will regret it.”

Mr. Wu smiled and said: "Ever since I believed in God and died because of God, 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 get on your way. I want to dedicate you to the Lord God as a proof of my 'loyalty'."

After that, without waiting for Mo Hua to say anything, Mr. Wu picked up the ink painting and put it on the altar.

Then he lit candles, burned incense, and knelt down to pray:

“The Lord of the Wilderness, the Lord of Three Thousand…”

“It's brilliant and majestic, and the power of the gods is supreme.”

“Bleeding with the blood of the great wasteland, and believing in your honorable name, believers will present to you an innate divine item and a soul-rich sacrifice today…”

“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 "good 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 successfully, looked up at the ink painting, and said indifferently:

“You are quite honest.”

Mo Hua nodded, then remembered something and asked: "Mr. Wu, you said before that the 'big enemy' of the Lord of God 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 was it revealed?” 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 the greatest enemy of your God Lord is me."

Mr. Wu was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he slowly stopped laughing, and then laughed loudly. He looked at the ink painting of a weak man, **** with bone chains, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and said indifferently:

“Little brother, I didn't know you were quite good at joking…”

How could it be that such a powerless virtue could make the lofty and great God Lord call him a "big enemy"?

Mr. Wu sneered to himself.

But as 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 avoid it.

Why, he was obviously very clever, but he seemed to be frightened and remained motionless.

Why…

The atmosphere of the altar is getting thicker and thicker, the blood mist around it is slowly rising, and ancient whispers are gradually ringing out, seeming to pull all the souls into an unknown state.

And this slight disobedience 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 it.

Mo Hua, who was obviously bound by a 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 was 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 divine thoughts.

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

In the blood pool, there are countless ghost faces, roaring and ferocious.

On the altar, there is a huge ram-horned statue, majestic and like a god, seeming to control huge authority.

Now, Mo Hua sits on the altar.

Mr. Wu stood under the altar.

Originally, when arriving 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 moment, he was trembling with fear.

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

The appearance is indeed somewhat similar to the ink painting, but the age and body are smaller, the aura is very vague, and no abnormalities can be detected.

But he is a witch Zhu and 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 almost...godlike aura!

Mr. Wu was so shaken 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 at him and said in a clear voice:

“You have led the way very well, you don't have to carry it next time.”

Mr. Wu's expression changed wildly.

He finally understood.

Sure enough, everything was planned!

This little ghost who hides in the crowd without showing any trace is the real black hand. From the beginning to the end, everything he does is to get into the altar.

His target...is the Lord God!

He didn't lie to himself, this little brat was the great enemy of the God Lord!

“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 and prove my loyalty!"

Mr. Wu's body gradually grew larger.

The evil **** 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 with just one stretch of Mo Hua's little hand, all the momentum came to an abrupt end.

This punch will make it difficult to advance even an inch.

Mr. Wu's pupils gradually expanded.

Then, Mo Hua also punched him. This punch carried golden light and seemed to be extremely slow, but it was also extremely fast. Mr. Wu could not react at all, so it hit his chest.

The indestructible dragon scales were broken every inch.

The crack gradually expanded, spreading from the chest to the limbs.

A black hole has been blasted out of Mr. Wu's chest.

One punch and all 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 above, I am...guilty...”

“I am guilty of a great crime!”

“I caused a catastrophic disaster. I attracted...a terrifying enemy..."

The next moment, his head fell to the ground.

Mo Hua directly twisted his neck off.

At this point, Mr. Wu's soul was completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)

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