Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu into the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, and in an instant, countless manic or sinister glances from the demon cultivators were cast their way.
Most people were looking at Mr. Tu.
But quite a few demon cultivators were looking at Mo Hua.
A hint of astonishnt surfaced on the faces of many demon cultivators.
They didn't understand why Mr. Tu had such a strange and special youth following him.
Mo Hua was handso, dressed in the Taoist robe of a righteous sect, exuding a pure and transcendent aura, yet he wore an ancient bone-tied crown on his forehead, adding an exotic wilderness charm, making him appear both righteous and unrestrained, refined and wild, his temperant was quite unique, resembling both a noble son of righteousness and a saint heir of the wilderness.
The crowd speculated on Mo Hua's identity, and the hall fell silent.
Mr. Tu led Mo Hua to the main seat at the high point of the hall and sat down. Mo Hua had no seat and simply stood confidently beside Mr. Tu.
The gazes of the demon cultivators road over Mo Hua, but no one spoke.
A monk with a skull necklace seed to recognize sothing, his eyes widened as he slowly said:
"Mr. Tu...could this boy be..."
Mr. Tu nodded, "His na is Mo Hua."
As soon as these words were spoken, the hall erupted.
"Mo Hua!"
"Genius of the Eight Great Gates, Leader of Qianxue's Formation Path, Crown Prince of Taixu Gate..."
"So it's this evildoer!"
"Did Mr. Tu actually capture this person too? Truly remarkable skills."
Mo Hua was a bit bewildered; he had no idea when his reputation had grown so large. All the Golden Core demon cultivators seed to have heard of his 'great na, and they looked quite excited to see him.
However, their 'excitent' did not seem to be a good thing.
"This boy is too monstrous, we should kill him," a demon cultivator said.
"The day of the sword discussion, I was among the crowd disguised with
human skin, and I saw with my own eyes, this boy's array techniques were truly terrifying."
"If we spare his life, he will surely beco a major threat over ti."
"It would be such a waste to kill him, why not eat him alive? I've eaten all kinds of people in my life, but I've never tasted the 'human flesh' of this Qianxue genius."
A female demon in red, with a charming appearance, lips vibrant red, covered her mouth as she laughed, "You boorish n, so unromantic, such a handso boy, it's such a pity to kill and eat him, why not let him follow and experience endless passion, it wouldn't be a wasted life."
A black-robed demon cultivator sneered, "Rather be killed than end up in your Hehuan Sect's chambers."
"This boy's delicate, he wouldn't withstand your tornt."
The charming red-clad female cultivator ignored him, fixating on Mo Hua's face, licking her vibrant lips, her eyes watery:
"Soone with such good looks, how could I bear to tornt him? I would cherish him, even let him replenish , to strengthen my body."
In this world, handso n are not scarce.
But soone like Mo Hua, both pure and gentle, with a celestial countenance, is rare indeed.
Not to ntion, his lively humanity, dignified divinity, and a hint of taboo demon quality, making him unforgettable.
The average person might not feel it deeply, but this red-clad female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, having seen countless people, naturally knew such extraordinary looks, were the pinnacle of Hehuan; whether cultivating the Dao of Love, or the Dao of Desire, it was an innate treasure.
This red-clad female cultivator felt a burning desire.
The nearby demon cultivators just sneered coldly.
The hall was in uproar, Mr. Tu's gaze sharpened, "Silence."
The demon cultivators, known for their madness and unruliness, gradually grew silent at this command.
As a Feather Transformation Demon Head and a representative for the Evil God, Mr. Tu evidently held high prestige.
The noise in the hall gradually ceased.
Mr. Tu spoke gravely: "Before the revival of the Divine Lord, this boy must not be coveted, hard, or violated, otherwise it will be considered defiance
against the Divine Lord."
The demon heads in the hall were alard at this.
Since Mr. Tu had spoken, they suppressed their thoughts, and any unsuppressable thoughts were forced down, not daring to reveal them.
The disturbance caused by Mo Hua subsided, Mr. Tu, sitting in a high position, surveyed the hall and nodded slightly:
"The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Gathering of Ten Thousand Demons,
begins now..."
Led by Mr. Tu, the demon heads began discussing the specifics of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.
They were discussing 'serious business.'
Mo Hua stood silently by, listening.
His sea of consciousness was sealed by Mr. Tu, and his personal freedom was restricted. Surrounded by so many demon heads and trapped in this grand Evil God Temple, he naturally couldn't stir up any waves.
Mr. Tu just kept him by his side, keeping him in sight, but otherwise ignored
him.
Mo Hua acted appropriately 'obedient, quietly standing by Mr. Tu's side, listening to the demon heads report on the progress of the Desolate Heaven
Blood Sacrifice Formation and using that to continually refine his understanding and construction of the Blood Sacrifice Array in his mind.
anwhile, he also paid careful attention to the backgrounds and origins of the
various demon heads present.
To Mo Hua's surprise, the affiliations of these demon heads were incredibly
diverse and many were well-known Demon Gates he had heard of.
Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, Blood Refining Sect.
These two demon sects were deeply involved in the matter of the blood
sacrifice.
The structure of the Refining Demon Mountain's Demon Valley ca from the major demon sect, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.
The blood-sucking skills of Yanluo Mountain Demon Sect ca from the
ancient demon gate, Blood Refining Sect.
Mr. Tu evidently had 'deep' cooperation with these two demon gates, otherwise, he couldn't have directly utilized these two demon sect legacies.
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