Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 678: Chapter 553 Ten Thousand Demons_1

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The gaunt old man suddenly felt a pang of inexplicable panic.

But soon after, the panic dissipated without a trace, as if it were just a momentary illusion on his part.

The old man set his heart at ease, feeling a sudden onset of fatigue, and considering that dusk had fallen and the morrow would undoubtedly require an exhausting round of intense thought and complication, he decided to squint his eyes and nap for a while.

However, as he drifted between wakefulness and sleep, just as he was about to doze off, he suddenly felt hungry and couldn’t help but take out several Fasting Pills from his storage bag and chew them…

But Mo Hua, watching from the side, grew increasingly shocked.

Because he could see clearly that what the gaunt old man was chewing on was not Fasting Pills, but his own fingers!

He was chewing on his fingers, putting them into his own mouth!

Blood was already dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The bones were showing through on his chewed fingers.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged cultivator was distracted, drawing a knife and placing it against his own neck.

Young Master Yun took out his sword to stab at his own chest.

It was the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart!

“Uncle wants to kill these three!”

In his hurry, Mo Hua’s thoughts raced as he recalled everything he had learned about “Planting Devil in Taoist Heart” these past few days, and with a grave look, he swiftly made a few strokes, altering the Formation Patterns of the Warm Fire Formation on the ground.

Once the Warm Fire Formation Pattern was altered, it immediately conflicted and self-destructed in an instant.

With a “boom,” the formation exploded, emitting a piercing sound.

At the same time, flames soared, spreading a bright crimson glow in the darkness of the night, strikingly glaring and obstructing Gui Tao’s people’s line of sight, distracting him.

It also broke his Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.

Startled by the commotion, the three gaunt old men came to their senses, all appearing somewhat dazed.

The gaunt old man felt a sharp pain in his hand and, upon glancing down, saw his fingers bloody and mangled, with stark white bones showing, causing a surge of panic in his heart.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

He looked around, just in time to see the child across from him looking at them with slight urgency, his little mouth opening and closing, apparently saying something without making a sound, as if wary of something.

Despite the pain, the gaunt old man concentrated, furrowing his brow as he watched for a while, and then made out from the child’s lip movements what he was saying.

He was saying two words:

“Leave quickly!”

“Leave quickly!”

Leave quickly?

The gaunt old man was initially startled, then his eyes widened.

He recognized him!

This child was the Junior Formation Master from South Yue City!

That is, Mr. Zhuang’s little disciple!

Now with an urgent look, he was silently signaling them… to leave quickly?!

A shiver ran through the gaunt old man’s heart, and a chill surged up like a tide. He immediately thought of the Taoist hidden in the shadows upon entering the door.

He wanted to turn his head to look, but forcibly restrained himself.

A cultivated intuition from years of Calculation whispered that this person was insidious and must not be looked at!

Instinctively, the gaunt old man reached for the Three Talents Divination Copper Coins in his storage bag, but upon touching them, he felt them scattered and fragmented, and upon closer examination, his pupils dilated in shock.

Broken?!

The Three Talents Divination Copper Coins… completely shattered?!

Had this life-and-death crisis been so severe that even the Three Talents Divination Copper Coins could not withstand it?

“Leave quickly!”

The gaunt old man, with trembling hands, firmly grabbed the middle-aged cultivator and Young Master Yun, still with undeclared terror in his eyes.

Young Master Yun and the middle-aged cultivator, not understanding what was happening, just when they were about to ask, the gaunt old man shook his head at them.

Startled, they realized that their behavior had been abnormal and that there was danger and eeriness in this dilapidated temple; thus, they solemnly nodded in agreement.

Without delay, the three of them restrained their energy and hurriedly got up. Without making a sound, they discreetly left.

Gui Tao’s eyes flickered slightly, but even after the three had left, no more peculiarities occurred; he merely glanced meaningfully at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua scratched his head and gave a sheepish smile, “Uncle, I didn’t master the formation well, it was a slip of the hand…”

Gui Tao’s face was indifferent, clearly not believing Mo Hua’s nonsense.

But he didn’t say anything else and closed his eyes to continue his meditation.

Seeing this, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Uncle was wary of him, using only the simplest and most superficial “Planting Devil in Taoist Heart”. The effect on Young Master Yun and the others was not deep.

If he had used a more profound “Devil Planting” technique, that would have been troublesome.

Even if he wanted to save them, it would have been beyond his ability.

Seeing that the three of them had walked far away, Mo Hua also felt relieved, but then he remembered what the old man had said…

“Back Ruins Heaven Burial…”

What place is Back Ruins?

What does Heaven Burial mean?

Does it relate to an enormous opportunity, some ancient secret, a legacy, a Cultivation Technique, or perhaps…

A Formation?

Mo Hua shook his head, puzzled.

“Forget it, it’s best not to aim too high…”

His master had said that such opportunities involved vast karma, and a moment’s carelessness could lead to fatal trouble; it was better for him not to know for now.

Mo Hua nodded to himself.

He then looked down at the remains of the Warm Fire Formation with regret.

The self-destruction of the formation had also meant the burning of his roasted sweet potatoes, potatoes, wild fruit, and even a big fish, all turned to charcoal…

The big fish was almost ready, and he could already smell its fragrance. After cooking for so long, he didn’t get a single bite…

“My fish…”

Mo Hua felt a little heartbroken and couldn’t help but sigh.

He then drew a new Warm Fire Formation and took out the remaining sweet potatoes from his storage bag, unbothered, and continued to roast them…

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The trio of gaunt old men left the broken temple in a hurry, disregarding the darkness of the night, and walked for two hours, stopping only when they were sufficiently far away.

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