Mo Hua sneaked out of the altar of ten thousand corpses.
Before leaving, he carefully checked it and confirmed that he had left no trace and would not be discovered by Lu Chengyun or Zhang Quan...
The little zombie lies in the coffin.
The big tiger is also hiding in the hall.
There are no traces of the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, the Golden Altar, and the Bronze Coffin.
Mo Hua felt relieved and then hid his body and left quietly.
The next day, Mo Hua was like nothing happened again. He followed Lu Chengyun and entered the altar of the Ten Thousand Corpse to end the formation eyes of the Ten Thousand Corpse Reset.
After entering the altar, Mo Hua observed his words and expressions, and found that Lu Chengyun was as always, and did not find anything, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Chengyun is the head of the family, with busy civil affairs and plaguing everything.
He also secretly built a ten thousand corpse formation, controlled the progress of the formation, dispatched corpse cultivation, and personally drew the Lingshu evil formation.
It's really busy.
Moreover, over the years, he has been busy with his own affairs and no longer cared about ink painting.
There seemed to be no such person as Mo Hua in his eyes.
Sometimes when Mo Hua talks to him, he is still out of his mind and ignores him.
The Mohua was a little unhappy on the surface and felt neglected, but she was secretly happy in her heart.
He wished Lu Chengyun wouldn't care about him...
In addition to Lu Chengyun, it is Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan hated himself.
But he is a formation blind, does not understand formations, and his spiritual consciousness is not strong.
Very easy to fool.
He couldn't even find Mo Hua hidden beside him.
Not to mention the formation, Mo Hua just drew the formation in front of him, in a mess, in a mess, and misunderstood manner...
Even if he directly draws a completely different formation, he may not be able to see the clues with Zhang Quan's "attainments" of formations.
Mo Hua shook her head slightly.
As expected, you need to read more books and learn more about practicing Taoism.
Otherwise, if you are fooled by someone, you will never know...
If I was not discovered, I felt relieved.
In the next few days, Mo Hua focused on the corpse cultivator in the corpse mine.
He wanted to know what kind of corpse was sealed in the bronze coffin.
But he is an amateur, and he lacks knowledge on corpse refining and is difficult to judge.
You can only start with "insider".
These corpse cultivators are obviously "insiders".
Mo Hua used a brief plan and stole some secrets for refining corpses from several corpse cultivators.
For example: "Basic Corpse Refining Method", "Corpse Blood", "Detailed Explanation of Corpse Refining", "Introduction to Corpse Refining", "Heavenly Works to Unlock the Corpse", "Corpse Origin and Flow", "Corpse Types"...
There are various categories, including exercises, introductions, miscellaneous treatises, history books, and anecdotes...
Ink painting is eye-opening.
Just refining corpses, these corpse cultivators can actually develop so many tricks.
The world of cultivation is indeed vast and complex.
When Mo Hua took the time to read these corpse books.
But after reading for a few days, I felt physically and mentally uncomfortable.
The bloody and evil illustrations in the book are also cruel and ugly, which makes people disgusted.
Ink painting is a little helpless.
"It's true that corpse refining is not something that normal people learn..."
"A normal monk, who would be interested in corpse refining?"
Mo Hua couldn't help but shake her head.
But he could only bear the disgust and continue watching.
But he saw a lot, but he still had only a few understandings. He was confused and had many places that he couldn't understand.
"It seems that I am refining corpse, and I have no talent..."
The ink painting is a little calm and a little lucky.
After reading these books, he no longer forced himself to study them, but instead wrote down some of his own problems and prepared to find a corpse repairman to "consult".
This corpse cultivator should be more honest, obedient, and stupid.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to mess with his words.
Mo Hua "looks out" among the corpse cultivators in the corpse mine for a few days, and suddenly found an acquaintance.
Lu Ming, a young and mean Lu family, has a harsh face.
The expression of ink painting moves slightly.
Lu Ming...
It was the one who first investigated the five missing mines and mines, who entered the Lu family mine and led the way for Mo Hua. When he encountered a tragic corpse, he vomited in a dark and was "intimidated" by Mo Hua and revealed some secrets of the Lu family - Lu Ming.
Lu Ming has lost his arrogant look before.
His face was as pale as other corpse cultivators, with a gray expression, without any anger, and he didn't say much. He did whatever others ordered, like a living walking zombie.
Ink painting observed Lu Ming for several days.
I found out that he seemed to have just arrived not long ago, and he was a newcomer here and a corpse cultivator at the bottom.
Learn to refine corpses every day, be chores, and follow people's orders to do things.
At night, I was "lying on the bed" with a corpse expression, and I didn't know what I was thinking.
Lu Ming is still easy to ask questions.
Mo Hua asked him several questions before.
After nightfall, Mo Hua went out in a hidden way, went to Lu Ming's stone chamber, and looked at him silently.
The stone room was quiet and there was no one around.
Lu Ming was lying on the bed, his expression was numb, and suddenly became distorted and painful again. He held his head with his hands, curled up on the bed, muttering:
“…Why are you so unlucky?”
"It turned out to be a corpse refining...I'm done..."
"I can't marry a wife in this life..."
...
He felt sad and regretful for a while, then beat the wall hard and complained:
"It's all that little guy!"
"It's all his fault!"
"Blame him..."
"What's wrong with me?" Mo Hua asked out loud.
In the quiet stone chamber, the sound suddenly sounded, strange and tender.
Lu Minghun was scared.
He quickly pounced for a few moments, sat up in a panic, and saw a small figure gradually appearing on the chair beside the wall.
"ah--"
Halfway through Lu Ming's call, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.
His scream came to an abrupt end and was not discovered by other corpse cultivators.
Mo Hua picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed the smell, and found that although it was inferior tea, it had no blood or fishy smell. It was serious tea. So she took a sip, pursed her lips, and asked Lu Ming again:
"What's wrong with me?"
This sound is crisp and familiar.
Lu Ming was shocked and looked closely. Only then did he recognize it as the ink painting and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He is a human being, or a "acquaintance", not a ghost, nor a corpse.
Lu Ming leaned against the wall and took a few breaths.
When Lu Ming saw the ink painting, he was a little surprised, but not surprising.
He had seen ink paintings in the corpse mine before.
Any formation master who has real talent and knowledge will be attracted by the Lu family.
Ink painting is no exception.
But he still didn't expect that Mo Hua's status could be so high that he could enter the corpse mine without refining the corpse, and was extremely entertained, and even talked and laughed with the head of the Lu family.
Even many elders of the Lu family did not have this treatment.
He just wanted to enter his room without knowing why.
Lu Ming wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.
He is highly appreciated and treated by the head of the family. Even if he is young, he is not the one who was once a disciple of the Lu family. He is now a small corpse cultivator who is a corpse mine and can question it.
When Mo Hua asked him, he didn't dare not answer.
Lu Ming hesitated for a moment and stuttered:
"If it weren't for you...I wouldn't have been sent in..."
Mo Hua took a sip of tea, nodded, and then understood.
When he was in the mine, Lu Ming told himself some of the Lu family's affairs.
Although he later reported this to the head of the Lu family, his behavior was still considered to be a stern voice.
So he was punished and sent to the corpse mine to become a corpse cultivator.
Lu Ming is not very good, but he is not very bad.
He probably couldn't accept the matter of refining a corpse, but he had to accept it.
So he always looked numb and like a walking corpse. He dared to vent his emotions only when he was alone at night.
Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly asked:
"How have you learned how to refine a corpse?"
Lu Ming was stunned. He didn't know what Mo Hua asked about this, but he still reluctantly replied:
"generally……"
"Have you refined a corpse?"
"I haven't... I just learned some knowledge of corpse refining with other corpse cultivators..."
The eyes of the ink painting are slightly brighter, "How did you learn?"
"good……"
Lu Ming stammered.
Mo Hua took out a small note, coughed, and said seriously:
"Then I'll take a test for you."
Lu Ming was stunned, "Why?"
Mo Hua frowned, "I'll test you to see if you are motivated. If you have learned well, I will give you a few good words in front of the head of the family, so that you can promote you in the future."
Ink paintings are talking nonsense.
Lu Ming was a little confused by being fooled, and asked:
"Why?"
Mo Hua tskated, "After all, you and I have known each other. You entered the mine and became a corpse cultivator because of me..."
"I just don't know about this. Now that I know, I naturally have to find a way to give you some benefits and make up for it."
"oh……"
Lu Ming thought it made sense, but it seemed...it didn't make any sense either.
A chance meeting, no reason, how many good words are for yourself?
Lu Ming was still a little puzzled.
He also wanted to ask "why", but before he could say it, he was interrupted by ink painting.
Mo Hua said with a stern face:
"I'll ask you, where does so much nonsense come from!"
Forced by the momentum of the ink painting, Lu Ming felt a little guilty and nodded slowly.
The ink painting started to read the small note.
What he recorded on the small note was some of the "knowledge" of corpse refining that he did not understand, such as:
"How to classify zombies?"
"What is the relationship between quality and rank?"
"What types of zombies are there? What abilities do they have?"
etc……
Lu Ming was unaware of it and answered honestly:
"The zombie's grades are divided into grades and grades."
"'Grade' is the first, second, third and fourth grade, which is equivalent to the qi refining, foundation building, and golden elixir of a cultivator..."
"'Level' is the level of zombies, divided into 'gold', 'silver', 'copper', 'iron' and the lower zombies..."
"There are distinctions, connections, but independent of each other."
"Like other categories such as monsters, the strength of zombies is based on the 'quality'."
"The first-grade zombies, the second-grade zombies, and the third-grade zombies... all have the strength corresponding to the primary level of the great realm."
"Walking zombies are going upwards, and every time they level up, the zombie's abilities will change qualitatively."
"The body is harder, the corpse poison is stronger, and there are some special corpse abilities..."
Ink painting is still a little confused, and I didn’t understand it very much, so I said seriously:
"You give an example and briefly illustrate the relationship between zombie products and ranks."
Lu Ming seemed to be being taught to take the exam for more homework. He felt nervous and pondered for a long time before he spoke:
"The zombie's grade is based on the 'grade' and the 'grade' is determined..."
"The first-grade zombies are usually only at two levels, walking zombies and iron corpses..."
"A first-class zombie is an ordinary qi-refining zombie."
"First-grade iron corpse, according to cultivation level, should be at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining, but because of the copper head and iron arm, it is enough to match some early-stage cultivators of foundation building."
"The second-grade zombies are at least a walking zombie. Generally, they are iron zombies, but the highest is copper zombies..."
"The second-grade zombie is equal to the first-grade iron zombie. However, because the flesh and flesh are rotten, you will suffer a little when you really fight."
"The second-grade iron corpse is very strong, equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building, and can sweep the first-grade iron corpse in the early stage of foundation building."
"And the second-grade copper corpse, with a thick corpse and a body like copper and iron, is equivalent to the late stage of foundation building and is very powerful."
The ink painting suddenly became clear.
He had thought before that iron corpses were the same and had the strength to build foundations.
But the iron corpse is also divided.
First-grade iron corpse is just comparable to foundation building.
The second-grade iron corpse is in the middle stage of foundation building, which is stronger than the cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.
From this point of view, the iron corpses in the corpse mine cannot be generalized.
The two tall iron corpses who were guarding the door should be second-grade iron corpses.
The rest of the iron corpses are mixed with first-grade and second-grade.
The overall strength of the zombies under Lu Chengyun is much stronger than Mo Hua thought...
Mohua frowned.
He glanced at Lu Ming and said, "You keep talking."
Lu Ming nodded, "There is also the third grade, but no one of us can refine it, so some records are not very detailed..."
"The third-grade zombie, the lowest zombie, the highest zombie can be refined."
"Above the fourth grade, the lowest zombie, it is said that it is possible to refine a real flying zombie..."
...
Lu Mingzai explained the ink painting carefully.
I understand ink painting in general.
All zombies are based on "quality".
The zombies refined are all zombies at the lowest limit, but the upper limit is different.
The higher the "quality", the higher the upper limit "order".
The upper limit of the first grade is the iron corpse, the upper limit of the second grade is the bronze corpse, and the upper limit of the third grade is the golden corpse...
The method of refining corpse in the corpse mine was obtained from the Zhang family and has been passed down for hundreds of years. Even if there are some differences, it should be quite different.
What kind of corpse is in the bronze coffin?
Comparing to the bronze corpse in the late stage of foundation building?
It’s just the middle stage of foundation building. Even if the zombies of such strength are refined, Lu Chengyun can’t help but be able to suppress them.
This does not quite fit the previous speculations of ink painting.
"Is there any special corpse?" Mo Hua asked again.
Mo Hua remembers that in "The Origin of the Corpse Gate" and "Theory of the Corpse Type", it mentioned that although some zombies with special functions are also divided into "quality" levels, they are not within the usual "level" level.
"some."
Lu Ming nodded and said seriously:
"There are some special zombies with special functions and are not divided by strength, so they are not divided by 'gold, silver, copper and iron'."
"For example, a puppet corpse is a flesh-and-blood puppet, not a human, not a corpse, but just a puppet similar to a wood and stone."
"And the puppet corpse..."
"Refining people into puppets, retaining their appearance, skin, and body shape, soaking them in flowers, plants, spiritual water, without rotten smell, cold skin, but tender as if they were alive."
"Many monks will buy it for a lot of money."
"And the corpse of the figurine..."
"Kill the person and turn it into a zombie like a terracotta figurine."
"This type of zombies is generally used for burial."
"Not only the devil's way, but also the righteous way in the past."
"Ten thousand years ago, some of the righteous families, the heads of the sects or the Supreme Elders, would "give" some close monks to death after death and refine them into figurine corpses to be buried with them."
"It's just that this kind of thing is inhumane. It has been gradually abolished by the Dao Court in the past ten thousand years..."
...
Mo Hua frowned when she heard it.
A doll corpse like a doll?
The corpse of the figurine used for burial?
If a monk becomes perverted, he will be really perverted...
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Chapter completed!