Pixiu?
"What kind of mythical beast is this?" Mo Hua was very curious and asked Mr. Tu.
"This is..." Mr. Tu was just about to speak when he suddenly felt a pang in his heart and abruptly stopped.
He looked deeply at Mo Hua, shook his head, and said nothing more.
Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that he absolutely couldn't tell Mo Hua too much.
In fact, he already regretted telling Mo Hua the word "Pixiu."
Better to have less trouble than more.
"Remember my words, be more restrained." After saying this, Mr. Tu turned into a blood light and vanished in a hurry, as if he truly had urgent matters to attend to.
Only Mo Hua was left in the prison of flesh and blood.
Alone, Mo Hua patiently perused the Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot left to him by Mr. Tu, constantly pondering and extrapolating its structure in his heart, simulating the spiritual power trajectories over and over to deepen his understanding of the pivot.
