The next day, Lu Chengyun came to draw the formation again in the altar of ten thousand corpses with coffins.
Mo Hua hid behind the altar and looked at him secretly.
As always, Lu Chengyun opened the coffin, took the pen, poured out blood ink, dipped it in blood to draw the formation, but as soon as he finished writing, he frowned.
He stared at the formation, looked for a long time, his brows became tighter and tighter, and finally murmured:
"wrong……"
"wrong……"
"There is something wrong with this formation..."
The ink painting is slightly stern in his heart.
Sure enough, it was discovered.
Lu Chengyun is still puzzled:
"Who changed my formation?"
"Who has the ability to change the formation I drew?"
"Who can touch the corpse mine under my nose, sneak into the altar, open a bronze coffin, and change the first-grade twelve-patterned Lingshu Evil Formation I drew?"
Lu Chengyun's eyes were shocked and suspicious.
Suddenly he was shocked:
"Is there anyone in this altar?"
He quickly released his spiritual sense and glanced around.
Mo Hua shrank her little head and kept her breath honestly.
Lu Chengyun's spiritual sense swept across the formation, swept across the coffin, swept across the altar, and then passed through him, not finding anything.
Lu Chengyun glanced back and forth several times and finally felt relieved.
"Am I suspicious..."
Lu Chengyun frowned and murmured.
This kind of thing is a bit incredible...
If you really can do it, then this person's cultivation must be extremely profound and his methods will be unfathomable.
If such a senior monk wants to deal with him, there is no need to use such sneaky little tricks. He can't resist it even if he starts head-on...
"Form...Ink Painting?"
Lu Chengyun suddenly thought of ink painting.
Among the entire corpse mine, there is only Mo Hua, and his strength in the formation is second only to him.
Could it be that it was Mo Hua who changed his Lingshu Evil Formation?
"No, he doesn't have the strength."
Lu Chengyun said decisively.
The first-grade twelve-patterned spiritual formation requires the twelve-patterned foundation-building consciousness.
Although this young monk Mo Hua has strong spiritual consciousness, he is a qi refiner after all, and only has ten lines to reach the sky, and may be less than ten lines.
The spiritual consciousness is the basis of the formation master.
If the spiritual consciousness is less than the twelve lines, he will not use evil techniques or borrow other physical consciousness, he will definitely not be able to draw the spiritual power formation.
And this little monk has a clear and unrestrained aura.
You must have never practiced evil skills or drawn evil formations.
What's more, it is impossible for him to learn the Lingshu Formation.
This is a first-grade twelve-patterned array, which is beyond the level. You have been studying it for nearly a hundred years and have to use evil techniques to lower the threshold before you can draw the formation.
This little devil has no array map, how do you learn and draw it?
If there is a pattern, he has seen it...
But in all, I just glanced at the formation diagram. When I was fine, I saw that I had drawn the formation several times.
Isn’t this a fantasy to learn it?
No matter how talented you are, you are not such a high-level law...
If he had just glanced at this, he would have learned it. Haven’t he learned all the formations of his many years?
Lu Chengyun shook his head.
"It won't be him..."
If it's not ink painting, then there is only one person...
"Zhang Quan!"
Lu Chengyun's eyes gradually became sharper.
He looked at the formation on the bronze coffin and his mind moved slightly.
This formation has aura changed and its evil aura faded.
But the array pattern has not changed.
This shows that it is very likely that the formation has not changed, but that someone has reduced his control over the corpse king by other means, so the effectiveness of the formation has weakened and the evil power has become weakened...
This is a corpse refining method!
Among all the corpse mines and all the corpse cultivators, the one who is most proficient in the method of refining corpses is naturally Zhang Quan.
Even this bronze coffin was originally passed down from the ancestors of the Zhang family.
Zhang Quan knew better than himself. It seemed reasonable that he could carry himself on his back and move his hands and feet.
"Zhang Quan..."
Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly cold and he silently recited.
He knew that Zhang Quan had two hearts.
Moreover, the two have very different ideas about the use of the Corpse King.
Zhang Quan has a low vision and a small pattern. Like an ordinary corpse cultivator, he only knows how to refine corpses and kill people, kill people and refine corpses. He is determined to establish a demon sect and "the ancestor of the light clan" and cannot see through the essence of this world.
Originally, Lu Chengyun didn't care.
After all, the Zhang family's corpse refining method is of great use to him.
However, if Zhang Quan is so arrogant and dares to kill the corpse king and breaks his plan, he will no longer blame him...
Lu Chengyun's smile became sinister.
The ink painting behind the altar was heard by Lu Chengyun saying that he was "unable", and then he heard him pronounce the name "Zhang Quan", and also showed a little fox-like smile.
But Lu Chengyun was obviously still worried...
The next day, he asked Mo Hua to debug the array eye of the Wan Zi Array. At the same time, he opened the bronze coffin and began to draw the formation.
The ink painting was as usual, sneaking into the bronze coffin.
In his eyes, he was full of curiosity and confusion.
There is nothing else unusual.
Lu Chengyun frowned and asked, "Mr., what do you think of this formation?"
Mo Hua nodded and said, "It's very profound!"
"Can you understand?"
The ink painting said stutteringly: "Can you understand...a little."
But when I said this, I was obviously a little guilty.
I guess I don’t know anything, but I’m very proud of my face, so I’m just showing off my abilities and saying it a little.
Lu Chengyun thought to himself.
Then Mo Hua seemed to remember something and said with a naive look:
"By the way, Master Lu, you said that you will teach me this formation when you finish drawing the array. Can you teach me now?"
Ink Hua looked at Lu Chengyun with clear eyes.
Lu Chengyun's expression was slightly stunned.
This gaze of Mo Hua is too simple...
If you just doubt him, you will feel guilty in your heart.
"This silly kid actually thought I would teach him the formation?"
Lu Chengyun sighed in his heart and then said gently:
"You can't learn it now. Let's wait until your spiritual sense is stronger..."
"oh."
Mo Hua left disappointed and disappointedly, but occasionally he would look over and look reluctantly.
Seeing this, Lu Chengyun left all his doubts and said confidently:
"It must be Zhang Quan!"
The person who tampers in the bronze coffin must be Zhang Quan!
Although this young monk Mo Hua is a little smarter, his eyes are clear and not cunning, and he can't play too many tricks.
The only person who can do tricks in his current situation is Zhang Quan!
Lu Chengyun's eyes were cold and he didn't know what to think about.
Where he didn't notice, Mo Hua turned his back to him, and his back was a little disappointed, but his little face was smiling...
...
A few days later, Lu Chengyun remained silent on the surface, but his eyes looked at Zhang Quan, and there was a faint cold light.
Zhang Quan had a ghost in his heart, but he didn't notice it.
But all these were seen by ink paintings with a simple face.
...
One day late at night, at the hour of Yin.
In the empty altar of dead corpses.
The murals rippled open, revealing the door, and Zhang Quan tiptoed in.
He observed left and right and confirmed that there was no one in the altar. Then he opened the bronze coffin, cut his hands with a knife, fed the corpse with blood, walked against the steps, chanted the spell, and raked the bell to call the corpse...
He has been using this set of spells to control corpse for several days.
In the bronze coffin, the sound of the corpse king's heartbeat was even more powerful, containing the power of making the corpses fear and surrender.
After casting the spell, Zhang Quan turned pale and cold sweat began to ooze on his forehead.
The more you reach this set of magic tricks, the more blood you need, the more difficult it will be to sacrifice and refine.
But if you can control the Corpse King, everything is worth it.
Zhang Quan closed the lid of the coffin, sneered, and left the altar...
The gloomy altar returns to the dead silence.
After a moment, a figure slowly walked out from behind the altar, wearing gorgeous clothes and a gloomy face.
It was Lu Chengyun.
He looked at the mural, walked to the bronze coffin, unsealed the lid, and looked at the formation on the bronze coffin.
The effectiveness of the formation has indeed become even weaker.
At the same time, the zombie's heartbeat became stronger.
Lu Chengyun's eyes were cold, and he silently took out the bone pen, dipped it in human blood, strengthened another formation, suppressing the effect of the corpse-controlling bell.
After the drawing is finished, the coffin is sealed again.
Lu Chengyun also sneered and left the altar.
The altar is silent again.
After Lu Chengyun left, less than a cup of tea, another small head was poked out from the altar.
The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind.
The ink painting is the little orchid.
Lu Chengyun hid behind the altar. When he looked at Zhang Quan, he hid on the stone beam above Lu Chengyun's head and looked at them.
Now Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun are both gone.
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright, and he jumped off the altar lightly. Later, he went to the bronze coffin and used his homemade coffin nails to unseal the formation, opened the bronze coffin, and called the little zombie to push the lid of the coffin for him.
Under the coffin lid is the coffin.
Above the coffin, there is a formation that Lu Chengyun had just strengthened.
Mo Hua took out the pen and ink, and continued to overturn his own formation on Lu Chengyun's Lingshu Evil Formation...
Zhang Quan refining the corpse.
Lu Chengyun draws the formation.
Ink painting overlay formation.
This scene took turns to take place in this altar.
Until half a month later, the corpse king was about to be refined and the coffin was opened...
After receiving the message from Mo Hua, for more than half a month, undercurrents in Nanyue City were surging, and there was also the trepidation and solemnity of the storm...
Little Wilderness.
It seems that the sky is blue and the sun is coming, and the rainstorm is coming in a flash.
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Chapter completed!