Mo Hua's heart moved, her eyes were bright, and she stared at Zhang Quan.
He wanted to see how Zhang Quan opened the altar, how he sacrificed the bell, and what kind of image of the ancestor he worshiped.
Also, where is the altar that Zhang Quan wants to open?
Mo Hua touched the zombie village all over, but didn't find any altars.
Zhang Quan ordered a corpse cultivator:
"Go and prepare the offering."
The corpse cultivator took the order and retreated. After a while, he brought a robber in. The robber was holding a pottery jar, which was covered with blood.
Zhang Quan nodded and then closed the door of the secret room.
Afterwards, he checked around and found that there were no "outsiders", so he looked solemn and walked to a screen.
The screen is old and is placed against the wall, with dry ink landscapes painted on it.
Zhang Quan pinched a few tips and said something.
The ink air above the screen was filled with ripples, and finally turned into nothingness, revealing a hole.
The ink painting is slightly shocked.
There is actually a secret room in this secret room?
I didn't even notice it.
It seems that I underestimated Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan has many secrets hidden...
Mo Hua said in her heart.
Behind the screen is still a secret room.
The beam in the ink painting is located has a bad view, so you can only glimpse one corner of the room and cannot see the full picture inside.
But in this corner, you can also see the inside, with gorgeous decorations, gloomy candlelight, all kinds of evil furnishings, and a table made of golden tablecloths.
Mo Hua changed another beam, climbed on the beam and wood, lowered his head, and looked inside.
I can see clearly now.
There is indeed an altar inside.
A portrait is enshrined on the altar.
It was a little far apart and it was not very real. Mo Hua didn't dare to look closely. She just glanced at it in a hurry and looked away.
Sacrifices are enshrined on the stage.
It's just not a serious sacrifice.
There are three plates, one for hand bones, the other for foot bones, and the middle for skulls.
I don’t know if it’s the bones of an innocent monk or the bones of a ancestor Zhang Quan.
Candles were lit on the altar.
The candle is white, the fire is green, and the candle oil flows, like human tears, which condenses on the bottom of the platform after it drips.
Mo Hua guessed that this should be corpse oil.
In addition, there are some strange-shaped objects.
Ink painting is not a corpse cultivator, so I can’t understand it.
And under the altar, there is a coffin displayed.
This coffin is snow-white.
The texture is neither wood nor stone, nor copper nor iron.
After looking at the ink painting for a long time, I realized that this should be a bone coffin.
Then he was slightly surprised.
Could this bone coffin also be used for refining corpses?
But what kind of corpse is it that is refined by the bone coffin?
He had only heard of walking corpses, iron corpses, copper corpses, silver corpses, and gold corpses, but never heard of them, and there were bone corpses...
What's the use of a zombie with only bones left?
The ink painting is whispering in his heart.
At this moment, he saw Zhang Quan and the corpse cultivators, kowtowed in front of the altar, and then muttered something and said:
"The little girl is coming, and the ancestor shows his power..."
"Borrow my divine thoughts and sacrifice to refine the copper bell..."
"…The copper bell drinks blood, and the corpse remains..."
"We should worship our ancestors with white bones, and should be regarded as feasts by people."
"The ancestor of the Zhang family is here, and the younger disciple Zhang Quan, kowtow!"
...
Mo Hua listened and frowned.
The ancestor of the Zhang family?
Then this portrait should be worshipped by the ancestors of the Zhang family.
He is both an ancestor and a ancestor.
That should be that the Zhang family, from their ancestors, obtained this method of refining corpse, and then opened a coffin shop, which was passed down from generation to generation.
Later, "Borrowing the divine thoughts, sacrifices to bronze bells, using people to recognize them, and offering feasts."
When I listen to the ink painting, I feel a little confused.
At this time, Zhang Quan opened the bone coffin, grabbed the blood-sinking robber, and threw it into the bone coffin.
The robber struggled, but he was no match for Zhang Quan in the Foundation Establishment Period. He could not escape and could only be locked in the bone coffin.
He begged in the coffin, begging for mercy, and his fingers tear the wall of the coffin and made a miserable sound.
After a while, the shouts stopped and there was no movement in the bone coffin.
Zhang Quan opened the lid of the coffin again, and the robber had no hope of life. He opened his eyes wide, his eyes frightened, but he did not move.
His hands were covered in blood due to the tearing and scratching.
But apart from that, there are no scars all over the body.
Just stayed so dull and died directly.
It was like someone was directly eaten by the soul.
Mo Hua felt a stern in her heart, and then she suddenly realized it.
The so-called "Borrowing the divine thoughts to sacrifice to the bronze bell."
It should mean that the spiritual thoughts of the ancestor of the Zhang family are used to sacrifice and refine copper bells and enhance the ability of copper bells to control corpses.
Among these corpse cultivators, Zhang Quan is a foundation-building monk, so controlling the iron corpse is naturally no problem.
A few corpse cultivators except Zhang Quan are only at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining.
It is indeed a bit reluctant to let them control the iron corpse close to the foundation-building power.
Only through this method can we use spiritual consciousness to let the ancestors of the Zhang family attach themselves to the copper bell to help them control the corpse through sacrifices and refining.
"By knowing people, we can serve the feast."
It is to use human consciousness to feed the ancestor of the Zhang family.
On the surface, the high altar is a platform and the white bones are sacrifices.
In fact, the bone coffin is the offering platform, and the spiritual consciousness of the living person is the offering.
"If you say so, this picture of the Zhang family ancestor is actually a... visualization picture?"
Mo Hua's thoughts moved slightly and blinked.
The robber was treated as a sacrifice, his spiritual sense was eaten, and he died of panic.
Zhang Quan grabbed the robber from the bone coffin, threw it aside, and ordered:
"I'll take it to feed the body later."
Then he was chanting something in a daze. After reading it, he took out a copper bell with a blood rope and a strange pattern from his storage bag.
It is Mo Hua's corpse control bell that I long thought of!
The eyes of the ink painting are shining.
If what you expected was not bad, you would draw a first-grade twelve-patterned spiritual hub formation in the corpse control bell.
I have to think of a way to steal this copper bell!
There is also the visual image, so I have to find a way to grab it!
But how to grab it?
Under Zhang Quan's nose, it is probably difficult to do it.
Mo Hua frowned and thought.
And that full card is still offering sacrifices to the bell in front of the altar.
He took out three iron cups and placed them on the stage, then put the copper bell into the cup, and then poured blood into it.
The blood slowly penetrated into the copper bell.
It was like a copper bell drinking blood.
Mo Hua lay on the beam of the house, and his mind was changing rapidly.
"I'm going outside to make some noise and lead Zhang Quan out..."
"Are you going to call the younger brother and sister, and just take action and force it to rob?"
Before the Mohua made a decision, there was movement outside the door, and someone shouted anxiously:
"The head of the family!"
Zhang Quan was a little impatient.
The man outside the door whispered loudly: "Master, something big happened!"
Zhang Quan was sacrificing the bell, cursing inwardly, and ordered a corpse cultivator beside him:
"Go and see what happened."
The corpse cultivator took the order out, and looked panicked when he came back:
"The boss, it's not good!"
Zhang Quan frowned, "What's wrong?"
The corpse cultivator said in a trembling voice: "The formation... is all broken!"
Zhang Quan widened his eyes, "What the hell is all broken?"
"Just...all are broken, one cannot be used..."
Zhang Quan felt his blood surge, and his heart was in pain.
He couldn't believe it:
"How could none of them work?"
"It seems... it was someone tampered with it..."
Zhang Quan's heart was cold.
He originally thought that relying on formations, the zombie village was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and was enough to keep the enemy out.
After sacrificing the bell by yourself, awaken the iron corpse, and after going out, you can kill all directions.
The worst thing is that it is always okay to defend the village by relying on the formation.
But he never expected that all the formations he had built with great effort would be broken?
Without the formation, the zombie village will have no external barriers.
It is much easier for others to attack.
But...how is this possible?
Zhang Quan suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and said, "I'll go and have a look."
But he had just walked a few steps and frowned again.
It takes some time to sacrifice the bell of the blood altar before the sacrifice is completed.
This altar needs someone to watch, but he is worried about letting others guard it.
People who refining corpses have a cold mind and a weak heart.
Not only him, but all corpse cultivators are.
No one in this village could believe it.
Zhang Quan's eyes were on the verge of a week, and he would look at several corpse cultivators present one by one.
When the other corpse cultivators met his eyes, they all lowered their heads silently and did not dare to look at him.
Zhang Quan snorted coldly and said slowly:
"You guys follow me and go out and have a look."
A corpse cultivator's eyes flashed slightly and asked in a low voice:
"The head of the family, should people keep guarding this altar..."
Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, "Do you want to stay?"
Zi Xiu immediately said in panic: "I dare not."
Zhang Quan smiled sinisterly, "You all go out, I close the door and seal the formation, and even mosquitoes can't fly in, so you don't have to worry."
"yes."
The corpse cultivator lowered his head and agreed, looking a little disappointed.
A few corpse cultivators walked out of the secret room with the robber's body.
Zhang Quan was the last to leave.
When he left, he sealed the screen.
What tricks have been pinched and what curse have been recited? The ink on the screen has changed a little and turned into a picture of dry ink landscapes again.
Zhang Quan was still worried. He checked around several times before he felt relieved and went out carefully.
Before leaving the door, I locked the door.
The ink painting stayed on the beam and did not move.
Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Quan walked back.
He checked the house again and found that there were no signs of outsiders. He then breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door again, and the footsteps gradually drifted away.
Mo Hua snorted in her heart:
"I want to deceive me with this little trick?"
Zhang Quan's every move was all within his spiritual perception.
When the ink painting's spiritual sense was confirmed, Zhang Quan had indeed walked away, and then he fell from the beam with a light posture.
The room was quiet and there was no special breath on the screen.
It looks just an ordinary screen.
Mo Hua studied the screen and suddenly realized it in his heart.
This screen is actually a top-notch spiritual weapon, and its refining technique is very special. No wonder it can hide it from your own perception.
It is estimated that it can be worth a lot of spirit stones...
"How did Zhang Quan get it?"
Ink painting is a little curious.
Was it stolen, robbed, sent by someone else, or was it passed down by his ancestors?
But now, it is not the time to worry about this.
To find a way, open the screen first, enter the altar, and steal the copper bell.
Mo Hua remembered that Zhang Quan chanted a mantra and pinched a trick in front of the screen, and then the ink and wash of the screen melted away, revealing the hole.
Mo Hua also copied the rules, pinched the tricks, stamped his feet, and mumbled them all.
He himself didn't know what he was thinking, he was just trying his luck.
But obviously this is not a chance.
The screen didn't move at all.
Mo Hua scratched her head.
Isn't it right...
But he couldn't find Zhang Quan and asked him to demonstrate again back then, and he would pinch or recite the mantra.
Mo Hua frowned and thought for a while.
He remembered that Mr. Zhuang had counted that everything had its appearance and its original appearance.
Pinching tips and chanting mantras is just a manifestation.
Its essence is the inner spiritual power operation.
From this perspective, the screen also has essential spiritual power.
On the spiritual weapon, the formation is the one that controls the operation of spiritual power...
Mo Hua looked at it carefully again and finally found subtle array patterns on the four legs and edges of the screen.
This array pattern is very small and obscure.
What's even more troublesome is that I didn't even recognize the ink painting.
Even if the complete array pattern was derived from the spiritual consciousness, Mo Hua didn't know what formation this was.
I can only make a rough guess based on the knowledge of formation.
The formation on this screen should be related to sound and image display.
Chanting mantras is sound, and pinching techniques is an image.
Only by reciting the right mantra, pinching the right trick, and having the right sound and movements can the formation be opened.
But it is not clear what principle of formation is used, whether it involves the Five Elements or other formation rules.
"The formation is profound and profound, it seems that I still have a lot to learn..."
Take out the paper and pen in the ink painting, first write down the array pattern, decide if you have time later, and then slowly comprehend and research.
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Chapter completed!