Chapter 1078: The Little Cunning Daoist

In the bloody labyrinth, by the blood pool.

Mo Hua lay on the sacrificial platform in the center of the blood pool, a sacrificial dagger embedded in his chest.

Blood threads formed a blood cocoon, encasing him within.

Around the blood pool were four Golden Core demonic cultivators.

One bald demonic cultivator, strong and burly, his head engraved with fierce, blood-colored tiger patterns, was currently dipping blood water and sharpening a broadsword.

Another three demonic cultivators included a very thin and tall one, who seemed to be an evil formation master, currently drawing a blood-colored evil formation.

The other two demonic cultivators were dissecting several huge demonic monsters, piecing together their bodies.

As the evil god awakened, terrifying palpitations spread, and the four felt fear in their hearts, followed by infinite awe and faith.

Their blood was boiling, and their divine sense felt a touch of madness.

Then the bald demonic cultivator asked, "Is it time?"

"Yes," said the evil formation master, "According to Mr. Tu's instructions, when the divine master awakens and his majesty spreads to the corners of the great formation, then cut off this boy's head, soak it in the blood pool, and after the blood qi assimilation, then combine it with the Jiao Long demonic body..."

The bald demonic cultivator seemed to think nothing of it.

The evil formation master then solemnly said, "The process of beheading must be extremely careful. Use the blood sacrifice head knife to cut off his head, and also use the living blood formation to preserve its activity, so he doesn't truly die."

The bald demonic cultivator was impatient and said in a muffled voice, "Why so troublesome?"

The evil formation master sneered, "What do you understand? Do you know this boy's identity? How do you know he has no life-saving measures?"

"If his head is cut off and he doesn't die, it won't trigger any restrictions. If his head is cut off and he dies immediately, it will definitely trigger his life-saving trump card, and then you and I will be finished."

The bald demonic cultivator was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood: "So that's how it is."

The evil formation master sneered, "Mr. Tu's instructions have deep meaning. You don't have that kind of brain, you won't understand, just follow orders."

The bald demonic cultivator was dissatisfied in his heart, but did not dare to object, so he picked up the broadsword and walked to Mo Hua.

He first pulled out the sacrificial knife from Mo Hua's chest, dissolved the blood cocoon, then faced Mo Hua's neck, raised the blood sacrifice head knife, and was just about to chop down when he was suddenly stunned.

He saw Mo Hua's eyes.

They were a pair of naturally clear eyes, untainted by worldly dust, and somewhat deep and unfathomable.

The bald demonic cultivator's heart thumped.

"This boy... when did he wake up?"

Still looking at him so strangely, it made his heart feel chills.

The bald demonic cultivator was scared for a moment, then changed his mind, "Never mind, if he's awake, he's awake. It's better to be a clear ghost before death than to be beheaded in a daze."

Moreover, it was only interesting to chop off a living person's head.

Especially the head of a favored son of a large sect like Qian Xue, and still a very handsome one, being chopped off alive in his own hands, that was truly exciting.

The bald demonic cultivator grinned, raised his knife high, and was immediately ready to chop off Mo Hua's head. He even deliberately stared into Mo Hua's eyes, wanting to see the various expressions of panic, fear, and despair appear in these clear, beautiful eyes before death.

But suddenly, the clear water abruptly became deep.

Those clear eyes were like an abyss, revealing a deep and unfathomable terror.

Even within them, there was a wisp of strange black and gray color that made people feel chilled, slowly intertwining, constantly floating and sinking.

The bald demonic cultivator was like a soul possessed, abruptly stunned.

Reflected in his eyes was blackness, as if something had been planted deep in his heart through his eyes.

At the same time, in his ears, just like in his heart, a childish, clear, but strange voice echoed:

"Why do you listen to Mr. Tu?"

"He tells you to kill someone, and you just kill them?"

"Does he deserve it?"

"You're not his dog either..."

The bald demonic cultivator's pupils turned black, his face struggling violently.

He just stood there stiffly, holding his knife high, as if in a daze.

Only the expression on his face kept changing, his forehead was red, and his gaze contained a trace of anger.

The evil formation master had already drawn the living blood formation, waiting for this bald demonic cultivator to chop off the sacrificial head, so he could use the living blood to "preserve freshness" for this just-chopped head.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. He turned his head and saw this bald demonic cultivator standing straight, holding his knife up, not knowing what he was doing.

The evil formation master was immediately displeased and frowned, urging:

"Quick, chop off this boy's head."

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?"

But he said it several times, and the bald demonic cultivator still didn't move.

The evil formation master was angry and scolded in a cold voice:

"These are Mr. Tu's instructions, do you dare not obey?"

As soon as the words "Mr. Tu" came out, as if stimulated, the bald demonic cultivator indeed took action.

His eyes were blood red, and he swung his knife, suddenly chopping at the evil formation master's neck.

The evil formation master's eyes widened, his gaze panicked, his face full of disbelief. He simply did not expect this bald demonic cultivator...

...to go mad for no reason.

Then he saw the bald demonic cultivator's twisted face and extremely angry expression.

The evil formation master felt a severe pain in his neck and a chill in his heart. He suddenly realized something was wrong and tried to resist, but the huge knife seized his life in an instant.

The bald demonic cultivator chopped at his neck and head, knife after knife. While chopping, he angrily cursed:

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu your mother Mr. Tu!"

"What is he?"

"What he says, I have to go and do?"

"Mr. Tu's commands, dare not obey?"

"I obey your mother! What if I don't obey?"

The bald demonic cultivator just like this, wielding his knife, one knife after another, in a splatter of blood, chopped the evil formation master into a bloody pulp.

The evil formation master's formation was evil, strange and vicious, but he was not good at killing, especially when caught off guard, being attacked at close range by a demonic cultivator with strong blood qi. He was suddenly killed and had almost no power to fight back.

This evil formation master was just like this, brutally chopped to death.

The sudden change was unexpected and unbelievable.

The other two demonic cultivators who were dissecting demonic monster bodies were stunned until the evil formation master was chopped into meat paste. They immediately recovered and were both shocked and angry.

"Are you crazy?"

"Have you lost your mind?"

"Are you not afraid of incurring Mr. Tu's blame?"

It was better that they didn't say "Mr. Tu". As soon as these three words were mentioned, the bald demonic cultivator immediately went mad, his expression twisted:

"Are you also Mr. Tu's dog? You received Mr. Tu's order and want to harm me?"

One demonic cultivator angrily said: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

But before he could finish, a foul wind rose, and a blood-dripping knife chopped towards his head.

This demonic cultivator angrily scolded and took out a skull evil tool, and began to fight and kill with this bald demonic cultivator.

The other demonic cultivator also did not sit by and wait for death. He condensed a blood sword and joined the battle.

These two demonic cultivators had good cultivation and were proficient in evil arts. One killed with a blood sword, the other suppressed with a skull. Their combined power was even greater.

Although the bald demonic cultivator was extremely mad and his moves were ruthless, he was still no match for these two people. After not even eighty or ninety rounds, he was defeated. He was pierced in the left shoulder by a blood sword and then suppressed by the skull evil tool all over his body.

The bald demonic cultivator was subdued by the two people and struggled against the magical qi from the skull evil tool, but his face was still struggling violently, and he roared non-stop.

The skull demonic cultivator saw his appearance, was extremely puzzled, and couldn't help but frown and say:

"What exactly is wrong with this stupid goods? Possessed? He actually dares to violate even Mr. Tu's commands, he..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp blood sword pierced out from the front of his chest.

The skull demonic cultivator's eyes widened, and he slowly turned his head to see his demonic path partner, who had just joined forces with him, stabbing him through the chest with a blood sword, saying with a twisted and angry face:

"What if I violate Mr. Tu's commands? Are you also willing to be Mr. Tu's dog?"

"Mr. Tu's dog, no pity in dying!"

The blood sword pierced his heart veins, and sinister blood qi twisted and killed his internal organs. The skull demonic cultivator's face was angry and disbelieving.

But it was too late to regret, and he thus perished.

Having killed the skull demonic cultivator, the blood sword demonic cultivator laughed coldly.

But as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The black-gray color in his eyes faded, his divine sense was slightly clearer, and he looked at his partner who had died under his sword, his face shocked and soul-lost, saying with disbelief:

"I... what did I do?"

"How could I..."

"I..."

Just as his heart and mind were shocked, with a "pu" sound, a huge knife, carrying majestic demonic power,

chopped at his neck, splashing out a large amount of blood.

Then came the second knife, the third knife, the fourth knife... without any hesitation.

The blood sword demonic cultivator was also chopped to death alive just like this, slumping to the ground.

And behind him was the bald demonic cultivator who had escaped from under the suppression of the skull evil tool.

This bald demonic cultivator was covered in blood, and the knife in his hand was dripping with blood and flesh.

This huge knife was originally used to chop off Mo Hua's head, but now it was stained with the blood of demonic cultivators.

"No one can tell me what to do."

"Mr. Tu can't either..."

"Whoever tells me what to do, whoever has to die."

A faint blackness appeared in the bald demonic cultivator's eyes, and he looked like he was going mad.

But the several demonic cultivators in the blood pool had already been killed by him. The people who "told him what to do" were also all dead. He suddenly had no target, and his expression was also somewhat confused.

Just at this moment, that childish, clear, and strange voice echoed in his heart again:

"That's right, no one can tell you what to do, Mr. Tu can't either..."

"What is that Mr. Tu?"

"Why does he do as he pleases? It's all based on the divine master's prestige."

"The divine master is wise, is great."

The bald demonic cultivator deeply agreed: "Yes, the divine master is wise, is great."

The childish and strange voice said: "Now that the divine master has awakened, with Mr. Tu's ability, he fundamentally does not deserve to be the divine master's 'servant'."

The bald demonic cultivator nodded, "Yes, he does not deserve it."

"He does not deserve it, then who does?"

"Who?" The bald demonic cultivator was confused.

"You." The strange voice said firmly, "You are the divine master's 'servant', you alone deserve to be the divine master's 'servant', you alone deserve to be loyal to the divine master, to share the divine master's supreme and great power, to follow the great wilderness lord, to live forever and never die..."

The bald demonic cultivator's expression gradually became firm:

"Yes, only I, only I alone deserve to be the divine master's 'servant', only I, only deserve to live forever and never die..."

"But there is only one servant of the divine master."

"Only... one?"

"Yes, only one," the childish and strange voice asked, "What should we do then?"

"What to do?"

The bald demonic cultivator's expression was confused. After a moment, his expression became more and more fierce, and he said in a severe tone:

"Kill them all, then I will naturally be the divine master's only 'servant'!"

The strange voice agreed: "Not bad, kill them all! The divine master's servant can only be you!"

"Kill them all! The divine master's servant can only be me!"

The bald demonic cultivator muttered, grinning, his gaze revealing excitement and bloodthirsty light.

He carried the broadsword on his shoulder, covered in blood, and left the blood pool.

Outside was the flesh and blood labyrinth, flesh and blood intertwined, white bones as walls, intricate and complex, many paths were also sealed, but when the bald demonic cultivator walked forward, the flesh and blood would automatically separate, and the white bones would also automatically shrink back.

A path naturally appeared before him.

This further strengthened his faith.

This was the "divine master" summoning him.

This was the "divine master" pointing the way for him.

This was the "divine master's" grace, clearly the divine master also recognized him, he was the "god-selected" only 'servant'.

The bald demonic cultivator dragged the broadsword, one step, one bloody footprint, walking towards the depths of the labyrinth.

In the depths of the flesh and blood labyrinth, the sacrificial great hall.

Mr. Tu closed his eyes and meditated, guarding the blood formation, consolidating the evil god's dream demon, and summoning slaves to protect the evil god.

In front of him, an evil lamp was lit.

And around him were powerful demonic monsters guarding.

In addition, there were still hundreds of demonic cultivators within the great hall.

As the evil god awakened and his mighty and vast aura spread, all the demonic cultivators present were without exception shocked, fearful, and excited.

Their divine sense was extremely excited, their reason gradually faded, and they gradually tended towards madness.

Their faith in the evil god also reached its peak at this time.

Just at this time, outside the great hall, a rough knocking sound echoed.

As if something sharp was chiseling on the door, one by one, the sound became more and more urgent and very rude.

The eyes of the crowd of demonic cultivators present were cold and revealed killing intent.

"Come on, open the door."

A demon leader refused and said: "Mr. Tu has instructed that before the divine master awakens, the sacrificial door is not to be opened, to avoid extraneous problems."

The crowd of demon leaders did not speak.

But the "knocking sound" did not stop, instead it became louder and louder, more and more arrogant.

The hearts of the crowd of demon leaders grew angry.

Their nature was originally mad, killing people like cutting hemp, plus the infection after the evil god's rebirth, they were inevitably more violent.

Mr. Tu's words were not originally put in the eyes of all demon leaders.

The Xuan Mo Sect Golden Core sneered:

"Open the door, I want to see which beast ate bear heart and leopard guts and dares to knock on the door like this."

"He also doesn't look at where this is."

The other demon leaders also had cold expressions.

A Blood Refining Sect demonic cultivator then followed the order to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a blood-dripping knife suddenly came at his face. Fortunately, he was alert beforehand and sneered, dodging the knife by moving sideways.

But before he could finish his sneer, a blood-colored figure, like a fierce ghost, directly pounced on him, opened its bloody mouth, and directly bit through his neck. For a time, blood dripped and flesh was blurred.

The crowd saw the scene and their pupils constricted slightly.

"What is it?"

"Demonic cultivator?"

"Went berserk?"

A Demon Sword Sect Golden Core late stage demon leader immediately wielded his demonic sword and conjured a pitch-black sword path magical qi, splitting the blood-dripping bald demonic cultivator into two sections, blood splashing everywhere.

But even being split into two sections, the bald demonic cultivator did not die immediately. He struggled on the ground, laughing, roaring:

"I am the divine master's servant."

"There can only be one divine master's servant."

"The divine master's servant can only be me."

"Only I, can live forever and never die..."

His miserable appearance, together with these strange statements and his fanatical faith in the great wilderness lord, echoed in this great hall overflowing with evil thoughts, like a brand, engraved in the hearts of every demon leader in the great hall.

In the eyes of not a few demon leaders, a strange wisp of black unknowingly began to appear.

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