Not only Elder Master Xun, but several Heaven Void Ancestors who have studied the Heavenly chanism Skill and have an instinct for causality, as well as True Man Situ from Mystery Valley, also realized sothing. They all looked into the distance, feeling a chill down their spines, their pupils trembling.
A chilling presence of a large-scale "death on" made their hearts tremble with fear.
...
At the core of the Blood Sacrifice Array.
Mr. Tu, who was re-checking the Blood Sacrifice Formation, also felt a sense of foreboding.
He sensed a premonition, along with a bone-chilling coldness that seed to co from the Nine Nether.
Mr. Tu was deeply disturbed, then frowned.
The blood sacrifice was completed, the Divine Lord was reborn, and the formation was still operating.
Although there were so small errors, and the Divine Lord was "lured away."
Yet, as long as there is a way to retrieve the Divine Lord, everything will still unfold as planned.
Mr. Tu's face was extrely somber, "Where exactly did it go wrong, where..."
Suddenly, the causality shifted, and the seemingly docile but cunning gaze of Mo Hua flashed through his mind.
Mr. Tu was taken aback, his expression changed dramatically.
"Mo Hua?!"
In the whole matter, the only unforeseen variable was the boy nad "Mo Hua," who was the flesh host for that Fierce God.
But what could he achieve with his level of cultivation?
Mr. Tu lowered his head, scanning with his Divine Sense, and ticulously re-inspected the blood sacrifice formation pivot on the bone of the Great Wilderness beast over the heart's formation eye.
Especially the part of the formation pivot painted by Mo Hua, Mr. Tu checked it repeatedly.
"No problem..."
Mr. Tu breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Mo Hua did indeed ticulously carve out the Blood Sacrifice Formation pivot on the ancient beast's bones according to his instructions, without a single flaw.
He had already carefully inspected these formations before and found no mishap.
Now he checked twice again but still found no issues.
Mr. Tu's face was as dark as water.
An uneasy premonition grew stronger and stronger.
Logically, in the entire Blood Sacrifice Array, there would be absolutely no one capable of tampering with it under his nose.
If there were such a person, it could only be Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's Divine Sense, talent, and comprehension, along with the favor and blessing of the deities, even made this Feather Transformation Realm Evil God Great Witch envious.
But Mo Hua's cultivation is low, his Spiritual Root is poor, his physical body weak; in the re Foundation Establishnt Realm, all his ans are insignificant.
The only thod worth admiring is formations.
If he had really left any trick, tampered with the Heavenly chanism causality, and influenced the Evil Path's grand plan, it could only be through formations.
But... what formation could Mo Hua possibly set?
What could he possibly do under the eyes of a Feathered Immortal Cultivator and a fourth-grade Formation Master?
Mr. Tu found it hard to believe.
But after excluding all impossibilities, the only remaining causality, no matter how absurd it may seem, is still a fact.
Seeing Mr. Tu's face looking terrifyingly grim, Shangguan Wang frowned and said, "Mr. Tu, what is it..."
Among these Feather Transformation cultivators, Shangguan Wang is the most selfish and slowest to perceive the heavenly secret.
The Feather Transformation Demon Heads of Yin Corpse Valley and Demon Sword Sect, although vicious and bloodthirsty, as mbers of the Demon Path, who have lived by the sword point for years, even if not learned in the Heavenly chanism, are often highly suspicious. Even at this ti, they sensed a hint of eerie fear.
As if sothing terrible was about to happen.
"Mr. Tu," the Feather Transformation from Yin Corpse Valley said coldly, "what exactly is going on?"
Mr. Tu stared at the formation drawn by Mo Hua, his expression gloomy, shaking his head, "I... don't know either."
This sentence made the hearts of the three Evil Path Feather Transformation cultivators skip a beat.
Soone laid down subtle ans that even the sinister and shrewd Mr. Tu couldn't see through?
Everyone's face darkened.
And Mr. Tu's expression looked even more disturbing.
He even felt like he could hear a ticking sound by his ears, as if sothing was counting down.
Counting down?
Mr. Tu was stunned, the current situation suddenly gave him a misconception.
It seed as if there was an "instructor" who had assigned him an exam paper with a ti limit.
He must answer the questions on the exam paper within the ti fra.
Otherwise, this instructor would "tear up the paper," rendering all his achievents and "grand sches" useless.
But the problem is... where is the test paper?
This crafty and shaless instructor even hid the paper from him?
Didn't even let him see the paper, how was he to take the test?
Mr. Tu's scalp tingled.
Ti continued to "tick-tock" away, with each tick feeling like a drum beating on Mr. Tu's heart, resembling a student at a live exam, unable to answer the questions, or even find where the test questions were, and feeling anxious and restless.
Seeing this, the Feather Transformation from Yin Corpse Valley frowned and said, "Mr. Tu, could it be... you've been deceived?"
"No..." Mr. Tu shook his head.
Words, texts, expressions, and actions can deceive, but the instinct of causality often cannot be deceived.
His premonition should not be false.
But... deceived?
Speaking unintentionally, listening with intent.
Mr. Tu suddenly realized sothing.
Deception!
Mo Hua was using formations to "trick" him!
In other words, the formation he drew was fake?
Mr. Tu imdiately bent down, sticking close to the Formation Patterns, ticulously examining each stroke of the formation drawn by Mo Hua, and finally realized sothing.
"It's fake! All fake!"
But... why is it fake?
Why?
Mr. Tu's thoughts raced, suddenly recalling what he had said to Mo Hua:
"Mystery Formations are for Formation Masters to discern reality from illusion..."
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