Without Mo Hua's expectations, Zhang Quanquan is no match for Lu Chengyun.
Lu Chengyun's sword technique has deep sword energy and skillful moves.
Zhang Quan was still the same as before. He relied on his own corpse to fight Lu Chengyun head-on, and then was stabbed into a honeycomb by the sword energy, and fell to the ground with blood.
This strategic lack and tactical simplicity make the ink painting amazing.
Mo Hua thought that Zhang Quan dared to fight with Lu Chengyun, and he really had some tricks to do, but he didn't expect that he was all based on his anger and fearlessness of death.
Then he really was going to die...
Mo Hua looked at him and shook his head.
If I were really his ancestor, I would have been so angry that I would have lifted the coffin board.
He secretly controlled the iron corpse and helped him so much, but this one was still not at all successful!
In this way, without Zhang Quan as a chess piece, he would be unable to kill Lu Chengyun...
Ink painting is a little helpless.
In the altar, Zhang Quan was dying.
His face was pale, his mouth was covered with blood, or he knew he would die, so he did not beg for mercy from Lu Chengyun, but instead said intermittently:
"Where is my...picture?"
Lu Chengyun raised his eyebrows, "You mean, your ancestor's picture?"
Zhang Quan coughed out a mouthful of blood, but he was angry but not strong:
"good……"
Lu Chengyun shook his head, "It's mine now."
Zhang Quanlu looked angry, coughed a few more mouthfuls of blood, and said slowly:
"Okay... I admit defeat, but... Brother Lu, for so many years, I have done so many things for you. Before I die, let me take a look... the ancestors of my Zhang family..."
Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly condensed, and he couldn't see his emotions, but asked indifferently:
"Look, what can I do?"
Zhang Quan looked ferocious and hissed:
"I, Zhang Quan, have made the blood of the Zhang family unrestrained, and the corpse of the Zhang family are cut off. I want to kowtow to the ancestors and ancestors...! Apologize!"
Lu Chengyun was slightly moved and nodded and said, "Okay!"
He took out a scroll from the storage bag.
The scroll is rolled up, the paper is old, with gray stains and footprints on it, and it is stepped on by ink paintings...
It is indeed the picture of the ancestors of the Zhang family.
Zhang Quan's eyes were excited.
Lu Chengyun slowly expanded the picture.
Zhang Quan stared at the picture in Lu Chengyun's hand.
Lu Chengyun was halfway through, his eyes were slightly cold. When Zhang Quan was not paying attention, he suddenly drew a sword and pierced Zhang Quan's chest with a sword, directly killing Zhang Quan!
Zhang Quan looked at the sword in his chest, then looked up at Lu Chengyun, with an incredible look on his face and gritted his teeth:
"Lu Dog Thief, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Quan lost his breath and slowly fell to the ground.
Even though he fell to the ground, Zhang Quan looked at Lu Chengyun with his eyes open.
Lu Chengyun looked at each other with a dead Zhang Quan, looking calm. After a moment, he confirmed that he was dead, and then said in a gentle tone:
"Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you have any other means. To be safe, I can only let you die first..."
"You don't have to worry about the Zhang family."
"I will worship this picture of the ancestor."
"In the future, I will accept an adopted son and ask his surname to be 'Zhang' and pass on the incense for your Zhang family."
"Your Zhang family's corpse will be carried forward in my hands..."
...
After Lu Chengyun finished speaking, he wiped off Zhang Quan's blood from the sword with Zhang Quan's body, then returned the sword to the sheath and walked to the altar.
In front of the altar, the corpse king who was nine feet tall and majestic and majestic stood like abyss.
With the movement of Lu Chengyun's spiritual sense, he could feel that the corpse king was completely controlled by him, and more than 20 iron corpses around him were all controlled by him.
Lu Chengyun's heart was no longer calm, and he finally couldn't help laughing wildly:
"From now on, the corpse king who ruled the corpse will only obey my order!"
"The monks from Nanyue City will mine for our Lu family from their lives to their death!"
"The entire Nanyue City will be dominated by me!"
"This sky in the Little Wilderness Realm should change!"
Lu Chengyun smiled and suddenly stopped, and he thought of the ink painting.
Now that Zhang Quan is dead, only the insiders of the Ten Thousand Corpse Altar are left with ink paintings.
Mo Hua constructed the array eye of the Ten Thousand Corps Restoration Formation, and also saw the formation he drew on the bronze coffin.
Among the entire corpse mine, the person who knows the most secrets of the formation is the only one who is Mo Hua...
Lu Chengyun's eyes were bright and dark, and he released his spiritual consciousness, and his face changed slightly:
"Why is this little gentleman missing?"
Mo Hua was startled and quickly held his breath and calmed down.
Lu Chengyun's spiritual sense scanned the corpse mine, suddenly realized something, and began to scan the altar again. After a long time, he still found nothing...
He frowned and said in confusion:
“Where did you go?”
At this time, he hid behind Lu Chengyun and peeped at his ink paintings that he had been all night, and he was even more proud of himself.
Lu Chengyun thought for a long time, but had no clue and was a little annoyed. He used his spiritual sense to carefully scan the altar.
But the altar was too big and he had another fierce battle, so before he searched for it, he was a little spiritually distracted.
Lu Chengyun stopped searching.
If you search again, if your spiritual sense is exhausted and you cannot control the corpse king, causing the corpse king to lose control, it will be dangerous...
Lu Chengyun put away the visualization picture and ordered the corpse king to return to the bronze coffin, and then ordered the iron corpse to return to the iron coffin. Then he dragged Zhang Quan's body and threw it into the empty coffin.
Although Zhang Quan died, his body could still be used to refine the corpse and serve himself.
Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly cold, and then he looked around, and for some reason, he brushed his sleeves and left the altar.
The ink painting breathed a little relieved.
Until Lu Chengyun walked away, there was no sign of coming back.
Then Mo Hua secretly left the altar, quietly returned to his room, and got into the bed to pretend to be asleep.
If Lu Chengyun came to check the rounds, he would say that he had been staying in the room and had not gone out, pretending not to know anything.
Lu Chengyun knew that he could hide his skills.
To see through the hidden art, spiritual consciousness is required.
Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan had a fierce battle, and his spiritual sense was consumed a lot. He probably thought that his spiritual sense was exhausted, so he did not discover himself...
Mo Hua thought about it and suddenly shook his head again.
no.
Although this excuse may be fooled, there are still considerable risks.
And now it is different...
Now that Lu Chengyun has killed Zhang Quan, he will not be able to act as a shield, Lu Chengyun's mind will be put on himself.
Ink painting changed rapidly.
Going to run!
It cannot escape from the front, and the natural giant stones are the door, and there are two second-grade iron corpses guarding the door.
These two iron corpses are under control and are weak, so they dare not move closer to change the sequence array patterns on their spiritual pivot formation.
It is probably too late to wait until the monks outside attack the corpse mine and escape in the chaos.
The Corpse King was refined in advance, Lu Chengyun attacked in advance, and the crisis came early, so there was no time to wait.
Then you can only explode!
"How to blow it up?"
Ink painting is thinking.
You cannot use the reverse spirit formation. The formation collapses and is extremely powerful, but it is too special, and it is easy to expose your trump card and is easily missed by Lu Chengyun.
The Earth Fire Array Reset Array should be enough.
Just at the small hole dug by the little tiger, the ground fire formation was set up. The stone walls were thin, so it should be able to blow up some corpse mines, so that they could take the opportunity to escape...
The idea was certain, Mo Hua decided to try it, but before he could draw the formation, he was suddenly stunned.
His spiritual sense sensed that Lu Chengyun had come.
Mo Hua quickly climbed onto the bed again, covered himself with a quilt, and pretended to go to bed.
A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the stone room.
This sound is very subtle, but it cannot be hidden from ink painting.
Lu Chengyun was walking outdoors, wandering for a few times, as if he was hesitating about something, and finally spoke and said warmly:
"Mr...."
Mo Hua ignored him.
Lu Chengyun shouted gently a few more times, like a gentle and polite old friend.
Mo Hua felt his divine thoughts a little gloomy, as if he was having some idea, but he had no direct murderous intention. He moved slightly and got out of bed and opened the door.
Before opening the door, Mo Hua rubbed his hair messed up, and then went to open the door with a sleepy look on his face. When he saw Lu Chengyun, he pretended to be surprised and said:
"Master Lu, why are you here?"
After saying that, Mo Hua rubbed her eyes, looking confused, pretending to be unable to wake up.
Lu Chengyun was slightly stunned and asked:
"Sir, have been in the room?"
Mo Hua said in confusion: "Where can you be there if you are not in the room late at night?"
Afterwards, he was a little dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice: "There is no fun place here..."
Lu Chengyun hesitated.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Mo Hua was playing him.
At a young age, do you really have such a deep scheming and such innocent acting skills?
Lu Chengyun frowned and remained silent.
Ink painting asked again:
"Honor, it's so late, what's wrong with you when you ask me?"
Lu Chengyun came back to his senses and suddenly laughed:
"Mr. Lu came to see the young man this time to fulfill his promise."
"promise?"
Lu Chengyun nodded, "Didn't I tell you before? As long as the young man helps me build the array eye, I will teach you...that formation..."
The ink painting has no sleepiness, and the eyes are lit:
"real?"
Lu Chengyun smiled and said, "I am the leader of the clan, so I will naturally not go back on my word."
Will not go back on your promise...
Lu Chengyun agreed to Zhang Quan and showed him the picture of the ancestor. In the end, the picture was not opened, so he slaughtered Zhang Quan's picture with one sword, and a flash of his mind flashed through Mo Hua's mind.
Mo Hua complained in her heart: I believe you, a ghost!
But on the surface, he still pretended not to know anything, "Can I learn now?"
Lu Chengyun shook his head, "Some preparation is needed."
Mo Hua was puzzled, "Prepare?"
Lu Chengyun sighed: "This formation... is extremely difficult. I have studied it for decades before I can achieve some success."
"And the most difficult part of this formation is the spiritual consciousness."
"The threshold of spiritual consciousness is too high..."
"The young man is very talented, but he is still young after all, and with his current spiritual consciousness, he may not be able to learn it. So before learning this formation, he needs to find a way to enhance some spiritual consciousness."
Mo Hua was stunned, then said in shock: "Enhance the spiritual consciousness? Could it be..."
"Not bad!" Lu Chengyun nodded, "Mr., the young man has an extraordinary vision, should know...the visualization picture!"
Mo Hua took a breath and said in disbelief:
"There is a visualization picture in the hands of the head of the family?!"
Lu Chengyun nodded and said meaningfully:
"I have actually seen this visualization picture as well..."
"I've seen it too?" Mo Hua looked puzzled.
Lu Chengyun said: "It's Zhang Quan's picture of the ancestor!"
Mo Hua opened her mouth wide and pretended to be surprised.
Although his expression was a little exaggerated, Lu Chengyun was trying every means to draw ink paintings, so he had no doubts for the moment.
Mo Hua thought about it and blinked again:
"But when I looked at that picture, I didn't enhance my spiritual sense..."
Lu Chengyun showed an unfathomable smile, "That's a little gentleman, your method is inappropriate."
"Is there any way?"
Lu Chengyun nodded and said gently:
"Sir, follow me..."
Mo Hua looked confused and followed Lu Chengyun honestly.
Lu Chengyun brought the ink painting to a secret room, and there was an altar in the secret room.
The altar is simpler to display.
Three plates are offered on the stage.
One is for the hand bones and the other is for the foot bones, with the skulls in the middle.
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 falling.
In addition, there are some strange-shaped objects and a white coffin.
These furnishings look very familiar, and are almost exactly the same as the altar where Zhang Quan used human consciousness as a sacrifice to the ancestor's pictures in the zombie village.
The Mohua showed a "fear" expression and asked:
"Honor, this is..."
"This is an altar." Lu Chengyun said.
He saw Mo Hua look uneasy and smiled:
"This ancestor's picture is a bit special. You need to burn incense and worship it in order to open the eyes of the sky, see the true form in the picture, understand the great laws of the Tao in the picture, and enhance your spiritual consciousness."
Lu Chengyun pointed to the white coffin on one side and said:
"I'll order the incense, and I'll put the offerings on it..."
"Next I will offer the visualization picture."
"Before this, the young man just had to lie in that coffin, without any worries, put life and death outside of his precepts, and then he could visualize the true meaning of this picture and enhance his spiritual consciousness..."
Lu Chengyun's tone was gentle, with a faint smile on his face, but in his eyes, there was a dark green candlelight.
Mo Hua was a little scared, "Is it really...really?"
Lu Chengyun's voice was low, "Of course it's true..."
"But..." Mo Hua glanced at the coffin.
This coffin is the same shape as that of the zombie village, but it is made more refined and smaller.
It seems to be tailor-made for yourself...
Mo Hua said timidly: "I, I don't want to go in..."
Lu Chengyun's face changed suddenly, his expression became ferocious, and he said in a deep voice:
"go!"
Ink painting was shocked.
Lu Chengyun smiled gloomy, "Sir, don't let my good intentions down!"
Mo Hua frowned and hesitated for a long time before he slowly laying into the small coffin under Lu Chengyun's cold gaze.
Lu Chengyun sneered, took out the coffin nails, sealed the coffin, and then solemnly took out Zhang Quan's picture of the ancestor and respectfully offered the picture.
The smoke curled and the candlelight swayed.
Lu Chengyun bowed and said:
"Today, I will open the picture, burn incense and pay homage..."
"...When you should worship the bones of your ancestors, you should use them as a feast."
"The ancestor of the Zhang family is here, and the younger generation Lu Chengyun, worship!"
Mo Hua lay in the coffin, and when he heard this, he immediately shouted in pain.
He remembered that when Zhang Quanyi was offering sacrifices to the picture, the movement was in the coffin.
Of course, you also have to use your nails to scratch the coffin, and scratch out the heart-wrenching, painful, struggling despair and torture.
But the ink painting is afraid of pain...
His little hand probably won't be able to scratch any movement.
Mo Hua thought about it and released the little tiger and asked the little tiger to scratch the coffin board for him.
The little tiger's claws fluttered, and the coffin board made a heart-wrenching sound like "squeaky Yaya".
Mo Hua also shouted:
"It's so uncomfortable!"
"ah!"
"It's so painful! Let me out!"
...
Lu Chengyun was indifferent.
As we shouted, there was gradually no movement and no sound in the coffin.
Lu Chengyun stood for a long time, then sighed and said regretfully:
"What a great talent, it's a pity. The world of cultivation is dangerous, and the talented people will inevitably die prematurely..."
Lu Chengyun shook his head and left the altar.
Mo Hua lay quietly in the small coffin. Seeing Lu Chengyun leaving, he patted his chest with his little hand and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he thought of the picture of the Zhang family ancestor worshipped on the altar at this moment, and couldn't help but lick his lips and muttered:
"Is he feeding me with pictures or pictures?"
I forgot to say, Happy National Day everyone~
This chapter has more than 4k words, so it was written a little late ~
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