Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2354: Chapter 1076: Little Devious Path Person

The Blood and Flesh Maze, the Blood Pool.

Mo Hua lay on the sacrificial altar at the center of the Blood Pool, a sacrificial dagger stabbed into his chest.

A blood cocoon woven from blood threads sealed him inside.

Around the Blood Pool stood four Golden Core Demon Cultivators.

One was a bald Monster cultivator, burly and massive, with a ferocious blood-colored tiger Pattern carved on his head. He was dipping the blade into blood, grinding an execution guillotine.

Of the other three Demon Cultivators, one was tall and thin, seemingly a Evil Formation Master, and was drawing a blood-colored Evil Formation.

The remaining two Demon Cultivators were dissecting several enormous Demon Monsters, piecing together a flesh body.

The Evil God awoke; a terrifying throbbing spread out. The four of them felt fear, and then endless reverence and faith.

Their blood was boiling, their Divine Sense on the verge of madness.

Then the bald Monster cultivator asked, "It’s time, right?"

"Yes," that Evil Formation Master said. "According to Mr. Tu’s instructions, once the Divine Lord awakens and His might spreads into every corner of the Large Formation, we cut off this brat’s head, soak it in the Blood Pool, let it be assimilated by the Blood Qi, and then stitch it together with the body of the Karma Dragon Demon..."

The bald Monster cultivator seemed indifferent.

The Evil Formation Master then said solemnly:

"The beheading process must be treated with utmost caution. Use the blood sacrificial guillotine to sever his head, and then use a Living Blood Formation to preserve its vitality. You can’t let him truly die..."

The bald Monster cultivator was impatient and rumbled, "Why make it so damn troublesome?"

The Evil Formation Master sneered. "What do you know? Do you have any idea who this brat is? How would you know whether he has any life-preserving methods on him?"

"If the severed head doesn’t die, it won’t trigger any Restrictions. But if we cut his head and he dies on the spot, it’ll definitely trigger his life-saving trump card. By then, you and I are both screwed."

The bald Monster cultivator froze, then suddenly understood. "So that’s how it is."

The Evil Formation Master sneered. "Mr. Tu’s instructions carry their own deeper intent. You don’t have the brains to get it—just follow orders."

The bald Monster cultivator was dissatisfied, but he didn’t dare voice any objections. He picked up the guillotine and walked over to Mo Hua.

First he pulled the sacrificial dagger from Mo Hua’s chest, dissolving the blood cocoon. Then he raised the blood sacrificial guillotine over Mo Hua’s neck, just about to swing down, when he suddenly froze.

He had seen Mo Hua’s eyes.

They were a pair of natural, clear eyes, unstained by worldly dust, yet faintly unfathomable.

The bald Monster cultivator’s heart gave a sudden thump.

"When... did this brat wake up?"

And he was staring at him in such a strange way, making his heart go cold...

The bald Monster cultivator stared blankly for a moment, then thought, "Whatever, awake is awake. Dying with a clear head is better than getting your head chopped off in a daze."

Besides, cutting off a living person’s head is much more fun.

Especially the head of some Qianxue Great Sect’s heaven’s chosen, even looks pretty handsome too—chopped off alive in his own hands, now that’s exciting.

The bald Monster cultivator grinned, raised the guillotine high, about to chop off Mo Hua’s head right then and there. He even deliberately fixed his gaze on Mo Hua’s eyes, wanting to watch this pair of clear, water-like eyes show panic, fear, despair, and all sorts of expressions in the instant before death.

But suddenly, the limpid water turned abruptly deep.

Those clear pupils became like an Abyss, radiating an unfathomable horror.

There was even a wisp of chillingly strange black-gray slowly weaving within, rising and sinking.

The bald Monster cultivator seemed to have his soul taken away and froze on the spot.

Blackness was reflected in the depths of his eyes, as if some thought passed through his gaze and was planted deep in his heart.

At the same time, by his ear—or perhaps in the depths of his heart—there sounded a childish, clear voice, crisp yet full of eerie guile:

"Why... do you listen to Mr. Tu?"

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

"Is he worthy?"

"You’re not his dog..."

The bald Monster cultivator’s pupils darkened, his face twisting.

He stood there, holding the guillotine aloft, dazed as if in a trance.

Only the expression on his face kept shifting; a flush spread between his brows, and a hint of anger burned in his eyes.

The Evil Formation Master had already finished drawing the Living Blood Formation. He was just waiting for the bald Monster cultivator to chop off the sacrifice’s head so that he could use the living blood to "preserve" the freshly cut head.

But he waited and waited and nothing happened. When he turned his head, he saw the bald Monster cultivator standing there stiffly with the guillotine raised, not knowing what the hell he was doing.

The Evil Formation Master was immediately displeased. He frowned and urged:

"Hurry up and chop this brat’s head off."

"Get moving. What are you dawdling for?"

But no matter how many times he spoke, the bald Monster cultivator still didn’t move at all.

The Evil Formation Master grew angry and scolded coldly:

"These are Mr. Tu’s orders. You dare disobey?"

The moment the words "Mr. Tu" came out, it was as if some nerve had been touched. The bald Monster cultivator finally reacted.

His eyes turned blood-red. He reversed his grip and suddenly swung the blade, chopping at the Evil Formation Master’s neck.

The Evil Formation Master’s eyes bulged wide, filled with terror and disbelief. He had never imagined that this bald Monster cultivator would suddenly go insane like this for no reason.

Then he saw the bald Monster cultivator’s twisted face and seething rage.

Agony flared in the Evil Formation Master’s neck; his heart went cold as he finally realized something was wrong. He was just about to fight back when that massive guillotine came for his life again in an instant.

The bald Monster cultivator hacked at his neck and head, blow after blow. As he chopped, he cursed furiously:

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu your fucking mother, Mr. Tu!"

"What the hell is he supposed to be?"

"He says something and I have to do it?"

"Mr. Tu’s orders, I don’t dare disobey?"

"I’ll obey your mother! What if I don’t obey?"

...

Just like that, the bald Monster cultivator swung the guillotine again and again, and amid the spraying blood, he hacked the Evil Formation Master into a pile of meat paste.