Chapter 1295

That ancient and terrifying eye was incomparably vast.

The bloodshot eyes in the eye were all in the shape of Taotie patterns, and all the Taotie patterns gathered together, like ancient rules, flowing into a sea, forming a Taotie source containing infinite mysteries.

Mo Hua only looked at this eye once, and his heart and mind were completely seized.

His divine soul was being attracted to leave the sea of consciousness and merge into this eye.

At the same time, the Taotie patterns in his body also began to squirm, as if they had received a call from a certain existence and wanted to return to their origin.

The originally blue Taotie patterns began to show blood color, seemingly using Mo Hua's skeleton as nourishment, and began to hatch life.

Mo Hua also had the feeling of being "assimilated."

Clearly feeling very strange, feeling an indescribable fear, but in his heart, there was a sense of returning to a certain "origin."

Even Mo Hua's flesh and blood were attracted by the crack and fell downward bit by bit.

Falling into the boundless abyss.

Falling into the ancient eye.

Falling into the source of Taotie's laws.

A hoarse, strange, chaotic voice, as if many people, many demon beasts, many demons, and even many unknown creatures were mixed together, rang in Mo Hua's ears and seeped into Mo Hua's heart and mind.

This voice sounded strange.

It seemed to be the voice of the ancient Taotie.

Mo Hua was a human and originally couldn't understand it, but at this moment, he seemed to be able to hear the meaning from the ancient babble of the Taotie.

This voice seemed to be saying:

"My... child..."

"Come back, my child..."

Once he understood this sentence, it was equivalent to receiving deep assimilation.

Mo Hua's consciousness began to sink, his instinct began to submit, as if throwing himself into a certain maternal law, and his skeleton would merge into this source.

And Mo Hua's divine nature did not resist.

Because gods are born according to the dao, and divine nature craves laws.

Being able to merge deeply with laws is the instinctive demand of divine nature.

Mo Hua's eyes gradually dimmed, and among the black, white, and gold colors, a chaotic ferocity emerged.

His body fell toward the crack step by step.

Taotie's laws pulled the Taotie array patterns in his body, constantly assimilating him...

Seeing that Mo Hua was about to fall into the crack completely.

Suddenly, ancient meaning flowed in his body, and a green light flashed; a vitality of Wood began to reject Taotie's laws.

But the vitality of Wood was not Taotie's law's opponent at all and was wiped out in an instant.

And this wiped-out Wood vitality seemed to anger another formation in Mo Hua's life array.

Yin and Yang circulate, life and death transform.

When vitality is wiped out, life becomes death.

A black death aura seeped out from Mo Hua's skeleton, wiping out a piece of Taotie power in an instant.

The huge Taotie eye trembled, producing a trace of fear and rejection.

The process of assimilating Mo Hua also received a trace of obstruction.

This trace of obstruction allowed Mo Hua to have a moment of clarity, and he immediately looked cold, realizing his danger.

Cannot be assimilated!

Cannot fall into this eye-like abyss crack.

Mo Hua closed his eyes tightly, no longer looking at the bloody eye dense with Taotie patterns, isolating the attraction of this eye.

He even artificially cut off the image of the Taotie eye remaining in his divine sense.

At the same time, he used the spiritual power of his dantian to urge the Twelve Meridians Taotie Spirit Skeleton, suppressing the growth of blood color in the spirit skeleton.

Mo Hua also tried his best to support the edge of the crack with both hands, pulling his body, which had already fallen into the crack, back up from the crack bit by bit.

Inside the crack, the Taotie eye trembled, and the deep abyss blood sea was furious.

The intense Taotie laws almost condensed into substance, like glazed blood-colored beast patterns, expanding and spreading wildly in the void, causing the entire famine Great Array to fluctuate, and the array patterns sprayed like blood vessels.

Above the ground, the miasma of famine suddenly fluctuated violently, like undulating mountains.

The scope of the famine also shrank and expanded due to the turmoil of the Great Array.

Some tribes that were fighting sensed the shaking of the earth and the disaster signs triggered by Taotie power, and they also looked panicked and didn't know what to do.

And at this time, Mo Hua could also perceive the instability of the Great Array.

But he couldn't care about that much; he had to try his best to break free from the crack and escape the gaze of the Taotie law eye.

Fortunately, this crack seemed to have some kind of seal.

The Taotie laws inside the crack could only hatch inside the crack and could not penetrate to the ground through the crack.

Mo Hua used "Meditation" to calm his mind and guard his original heart. He also used "Heavenly Demon Cutting Emotion" to cut off the karmic connection, and only then did he extremely reluctantly pull himself out of the attraction of the crack.

"My... chi..."

The chaotic and terrifying murmur of the Taotie in his ears slowly disappeared.

Mo Hua closed his eyes, cut off the last trace of fear, and completely broke away from the crack.

But when he turned around and opened his eyes again, he saw another pair of eyes.

These were human eyes, but they grew on the face of a demon.

These eyes were now full of shock, complexity, horror, and disbelief.

It looked at Mo Hua like this, as if it had seen a "ghost."

Mo Hua's expression was also shaken.

Because the "owner" of these eyes was exactly Mr. Tu!

When he was peeping at the crack, he disturbed the Taotie giant eye in the crack, triggering the fluctuation of the Great Array, and the fluctuation of the Great Array also "awakened" Mr. Tu.

In other words, awakened Senior Martial Uncle's Cunning Dao clone!

Mo Hua felt his hair stand on end.

Formation collapse, divine sense turning into a sword, Passing Water Footwork, Water Shadow Illusion, all laws being understood... all the methods he had studied all his life passed through his mind in an instant.

In his eyes, golden light also subconsciously emerged.

The cold sword intent condensed in his pupils.

But the next moment, Mo Hua suddenly paused.

He looked at Mr. Tu's eyes again and immediately discovered the problem.

He saw very obvious emotions in Mr. Tu's eyes, which were "human" emotions.

This was not an emotion that a puppet of the Cunning Dao could possess...

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

And on the other side, the demonized Mr. Tu still maintained an indescribable shock and astonishment in his eyes.

Although Mo Hua had become the God-Blesser of the Great Desolation, with divine nature high above and divine power in his hands, there had been a very clear change in his temperament.

But Mr. Tu could never forget that face even if he died.

He could go to hell, go through the eighteen layers of purgatory, be skinned and boned, and burned to ashes, but he could never forget it.

Without this kid, the Blood Sacrifice Great Array couldn't have collapsed.

The descent of the Divine Lord couldn't have failed.

His thousand-year plan couldn't have been destroyed in one day.

But precisely because of this, Mr. Tu felt inexplicable shock in his heart.

This was the Great Desolation, thousands of miles away, the hinterland of the Wilderness, the core of the Taotie Great Array, and the core of the chess game of that terrifying Daoist who could not be mentioned.

"You... how could you... be... in..."

Mr. Tu's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been torn.

He couldn't figure out why he could see Mo Hua's figure here.

Why the first living person he saw when he opened his eyes was Mo Hua.

Mo Hua examined Mr. Tu's appearance and asked with a heavy expression:

"You... haven't been seeded with demons?"

Seeded with demons?!

What he said was... seeded with demons?

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Tu's pupils shook, and then he instantly understood some things.

This kid... is related to that terrifying "Daoist"?

And, looking at it, the relationship is not shallow, and he is even very familiar with the way of the "Daoist" seeding demons.

No... even more so...

Mr. Tu suddenly remembered that back in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, which was full of corpses, those Golden Core demon heads who were manipulated like crazy and killed each other until they all died...

Mr. Tu guessed that these people must have died of "Dao Heart Seeding Demons."

So cruel, and even insane "Dao Heart Seeding Demons," only that Daoist would know.

But thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem like that Daoist did it.

The timing didn't quite match up.

Seeing Mo Hua at this time and hearing Mo Hua's sentence "You haven't been seeded with demons?", Mr. Tu suddenly realized.

It was Mo Hua!

It was Mo Hua who did the killing in the Ten Thousand Demon Hall back then!

It was he who used Dao Heart Seeding Demons to secretly trigger bloodshed and slaughter all the Golden Core demon heads in that Ten Thousand Demon Hall!

This is the inheritance of the Cunning Dao!

This is a "Little Cunning Daoist"!

Mr. Tu was terrified, and his legs went soft, and he took two steps back.

Mo Hua frowned, not knowing why Mr. Tu was suddenly so afraid, when he clearly hadn't done anything.

He asked Mr. Tu: "Are you... clear-headed now?"

Mr. Tu was asked by the "Little Cunning Daoist," his face pale, but looking at Mo Hua's clear eyes, Mr. Tu felt a trace of disharmony again.

Not quite right...

This kid in front of him is clearly "alive," his gaze is agile, and he has his own ideas.

This kid is different in temperament from that terrifying Daoist; it seems they are not the same kind of people.

Moreover, that Daoist has no so-called "successor" at all.

That Daoist doesn't even have "living people" around him.

Mr. Tu also remembered that this kid came from the Taixu Gate, was a proper famous sect, and had a deep relationship with the sect's ancestors.

He was also inhabited by a "fierce god."

Since that's the case, he definitely wouldn't be... that Daoist's running dog.

But precisely because of this, it was unbelievable!

He is a living person!

He knows "Dao Heart Seeding Demons" and knows the way, which means he must have dealt with that Daoist.

In other words... this kid is a "living person" who could still live clearly after dealing with the Cunning Daoist.

He is even a... "living person" who could enter the core of this ancient Great Desolation Taotie Six Paths Reincarnation Great Array alive, wouldn't be swallowed by Taotie, wouldn't have his flesh and blood withered, and wouldn't have his divine sense devoured to death.

Mr. Tu's heart and mind were shaken, and a trace of faint hope appeared in his dead-gray eyes.

He shed his external demon body, revealing his scarred, "slave-like" remnant body, and also revealed his originally thin and pale face.

Mr. Tu looked at Mo Hua with a complex gaze and said in a hoarse voice:

"You... leave quickly..."

Mo Hua frowned: "I have something to do here..."

Mr. Tu shook his head, "It's almost too late; you being able to come here is already a miracle... if you drag it out any longer..."

Mr. Tu spat out a mouthful of blood as he said this.

His blood was black, and there were some black meat buds squirming inside.

Despair and pain appeared on Mr. Tu's face, his five senses began to distort, and his voice became hoarse and urgent:

"Quick... leave quickly..."

"I... it... is about to wake up..."

Mr. Tu's five senses began to deform, turning deathly white, and strands of black lines, like blood vessels, appeared on his deathly white face.

Among these black lines, there was a terrifying Cunning Dao aura mixed in.

It was thicker than all the Cunning Dao auras Mo Hua had encountered before.

Even, it was close to... the origin of the Cunning Dao.

This was... the power of Senior Martial Uncle's true body.

Mo Hua took a deep breath.

His reason clearly told him that at this moment, he must leave, otherwise once Senior Martial Uncle "descended," he might not be able to leave.

But Mo Hua's heart was still extremely conflicted.

There were too many things he wanted to know and explore that he hadn't gotten answers to.

This conflict only lasted for a few breaths before Mo Hua could only grit his teeth and make up his mind.

If you don't make a decision, you will suffer chaos.

Mo Hua had just turned to leave.

Mr. Tu suddenly called out to Mo Hua:

"Fellow Daoist..."

Mo Hua paused.

Mr. Tu's half-demon, half-human face showed extremely complex and struggling emotions, and at the same time, there was also some despair and emotion about the vicissitudes of the human world.

Afterwards, Mr. Tu reached his long demon claws into his chest, reached into his heart, took out something bloody, and handed it to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's expression was heavy, and when he took it and looked, his pupils trembled.

What Mr. Tu handed him was a small dog.

A small dog tied with green Chu grass, with an ugly and ancient shape, stained with blood and flesh, hidden by Mr. Tu in his heart.

Mr. Tu said in a hoarse voice: "This thing... can't save me anymore... you keep it..."

"I can't let it discover... I still... I... still... otherwise..."

Mr. Tu's state suddenly changed, and his pupils began to turn black.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart, hurriedly stuffed the "Chu Gou" stained with blood and flesh into his storage bag, and then used the Passing Water Footwork, turning and fleeing.

All around were black-red blood vessel array patterns and corrupted flesh-and-blood stone walls, all looking exactly the same.

But Mo Hua was a formation master, and his vision and knowledge were extremely high; these things that looked the same were actually completely different in his eyes.

Mo Hua used these Taotie array patterns as markers, followed the path he came, and quickly fled outside the Great Array.

His figure, for the first time in a long time, pulled out a deep blue water light.

And in the Great Array, Mr. Tu was still struggling and resisting with all his might.

Struggling for his own "reason" and his own existence, and perhaps also to fight for a little more time for Mo Hua to escape.

But no matter how he struggled, no matter how he fought, no matter how hard he tried, he ultimately couldn't stop the spread of the black blood threads.

Mr. Tu's gaze also gradually dimmed.

The strength of his struggle also gradually weakened.

Finally, his face became completely cold and terrifying, and the remaining reason was declared extinguished.

A strange aura suddenly spread, distorting the surrounding space.

In Mr. Tu's body, that wisp of Cunning Thought finally "woke up."

Its eyes also completely turned black.