Lu Chengyun's spirit stone warehouse was destroyed and the supply of spirit stones was cut off. The ten thousand corpse formation was slower and the speed of refining corpses was getting slower and slower.
Yang Jishan was overjoyed.
The other monks also breathed a sigh of relief.
During the battle, Lu Chengyun lost zombies.
What they lost was their lives.
Now that the Ten Thousand Corpse Array has been cut, it has gradually stopped. It is a good thing for me to get rid of this endless loss.
Taoist soldiers and monks from all walks of life couldn't help but be grateful to Mo Hua.
Next, face the battle head-on.
The Taoist soldiers led various teams of Taoist soldiers and monks from all sides to fight against the iron corpses and zombies.
Yang Jishan issued orders and coordinated the dispatch, and Mo Hua followed him to watch the battle.
In the corpse mine, the battle situation is fierce.
The monk's sword intersects with the zombie's minions, the spiritual power and corpse energy intertwined, the corpse poison spread, and the spells flew everywhere. One by one, the monks fell down, and zombies were strangled.
It is both tragic and magnificent.
Ink painting was shocked to look at it.
Although I have seen monks fight with zombies sporadically before, when I escape, I have also fought with zombies.
But at this moment, standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the overall situation, I still feel that the scene of fighting in front of me is extremely cruel and shocking.
Then Mo Painting felt compassion again.
These Taoist soldiers are also humans.
Despite his low cultivation level, he can only be a humble soldier in this war.
But they also have parents, and may also have wives and children.
Some people will be heartbroken when they die here.
And these zombies were humans during their lifetime, and were likely to be miserable mine repairmen.
He was oppressed by the Lu family during his lifetime, and after his death, he became cannon fodder and helped the evildoer.
Mo Hua sighed.
It can't be so exhausted anymore.
If you continue to fight like this, I don’t know how many monks will be injured or even die...
Nanyue City may also face a catastrophe.
Mo Hua observed the situation, frowned and pondered, used his spiritual sense to calculate, distinguish the main sequence controlled by Lingshu among the corpse groups, and then told Yang Jishan:
"Uncle Yang, that big iron corpse, that one-armed iron corpse, and the fat iron corpse, we need to kill first."
Yang Jishan was slightly stunned, "Why?"
He was a little confused. There were dozens of iron corpses in this battlefield. Why did Mo Hua just kill these ones first?
These iron corpses don't look the strongest.
The ink painting explained:
"The zombies in this scene are divided into two categories."
"One category is controlled by corpse cultivators to control corpse bells."
"The other type is controlled by the iron corpse through formations."
"There are few zombies controlled by the corpse cultivator, and they fight each other, so the threat is not great; but the formation controls are different..."
"The formations on these three iron corpses control the most zombies. If they kill them, nearly half of them will become mobs, driven only by instincts, without coordination, and will not become corpse soldiers, which are easy to deal with."
Yang Jishan was stunned, "How do you know this?"
Young Master Yun next to him was also a little surprised.
All they knew was that these zombies were controlled through formations.
But they don’t know how to control it and what the principle is.
Mo Hua said vaguely: "I have seen the formation painted by Lu Chengyun, so I can calculate it."
Yang Jishan nodded as if he had understood it.
Young Master Yun was stunned.
Calculate?
"It won't be..."
He had a vague guess, but he was unbelievable for a moment.
Yang Jishan called someone and ordered:
"Send the order to gather three teams of Taoist soldiers, and don't care about the other zombies, and only kill the three iron corpses!"
"yes!"
The Taoist soldiers took the order and sent the order.
After a while, the three foundation-building commanders each led a team of Taoist soldiers and suddenly rushed out and headed straight for the three iron corpses on the battlefield.
Make a fool of yourself without intention.
In just half an hour, three iron corpses were killed and their heart veins were shattered.
Three iron corpses died, and most of the corpses on the field suddenly became rioted, like headless flies, and rushed left and right, trying to choose someone to eat.
This is a sign that after losing control, it is pulled by the corpse qi and acts on instinct.
For ordinary monks, out-of-control zombies are quite tricky.
But in this kind of monk's battle, the out-of-control zombies are out of control without dispatch. Even if they are tyrannical and bloodthirsty, the threat will be greatly reduced in front of the Taoist soldiers who are well-organized.
Yang Jishan was excited.
“It really works!”
He immediately waved the flag and ordered the Taoist soldiers to form a formation, like a millstone, strangled the out-of-control corpses little by little.
Once the zombies are strangled, the remaining iron corpses are not afraid of being in front of the team of Taoist soldiers.
A general without soldiers is no longer a general.
And the iron corpse without the corpse soldiers is just an ordinary iron corpse.
The Taoist soldiers rushed past the battlefield like guillotines, harvesting walking zombies.
The situation quickly became clear.
The advantage of the Daoting side became increasingly obvious, while the losses of the corpse soldiers became heavier and heavier.
Soon Lu Chengyun ordered to control the corpses to retreat.
The suppression of corpses and mines lasts for a long time.
This is just a battle over the past few days, and it is also a game of victory among many winners and losses.
But this victory is the clearest victory or defeat.
Yang Jishan breathed a sigh of relief.
In the subsequent battles, Yang Jishan would bring ink paintings.
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual sense, scanned the battlefield, and then mentally calculated for a moment, and told Yang Jishan which corpses were controlled by which iron corpses, and which iron corpses were killed, and where the corpses would collapse.
Not only that.
What methods do some tricky corpse cultivators use?
How to restrain some violent corpse poison?
How to crack some evil formations?
...
The ink paintings are as clear as yours, and they come one by one.
He can see through the formation at a glance;
The one involved in the corpse mine was secretly heard when he was hiding;
Some of the corpse refining are seen from the corpse refining book, and some are summarized from the battle with the ancestor of the Zhang family and elders of all generations...
The more Yang Jishan listened, the more frightened he became.
He almost suspected that the corpse mine was built by Mo himself, and the formations were all drawn by him, and these corpse cultivators were recruited by him, and these zombies were also refined by him and controlled by him...
Even Mo Hua himself is a little devil in the corpse path...
Otherwise, how could he be so familiar?
Of course, Yang Jishan thought about it and knew that this was impossible.
"I guess I found out when I was in the corpse mine..."
Yang Jishan was amazed in his heart.
He finally knew why his fifth brother Yang Jiyong admired this little brother so much.
Proficient in formations, brave and crafty, and a pure heart of Tao.
He can still find out such detailed information without knowing it...
Isn’t this the most needed talent in the Taoist Bing Office?
Yang Jishan looked at Mo Hua with bright eyes, and he wished he could snatch Mo Hua back to Yang's house...
...
On the other side, Lu Chengyun's face was covered with clouds.
He never expected that in just a few days, the situation would take a sharp turn.
All my background seems to be seen through.
The layout of the stone hall, the arrangement of corpse soldiers, and the operation of formations...
The other party is also grasping the flaws and eroding himself little by little.
Lu Chengyun felt the pressure and even felt a little suffocated.
It seemed as if the net woven early was gradually gathering, getting tighter and tighter. Once it was completely gathered and trapped, it would be the fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered by others.
"The corpse mine can't last long..."
It's meaningless to hold on any longer.
When you stop and stop, you will suffer from chaos.
Lu Chengyun's heart was retiring:
"We need to find a way to escape from the cicada and make another way to live."
"As long as you escape, there will be a chance."
"Escape, hide your name, and find a family or sect to cling to..."
"Although I am not young, my face is not old, I am still gentle and elegant..."
"By relying on one skill, you can get married once, and you can get married for the second time."
"At worst, I can find an older one to marry into my family..."
"There are so many stupid women in this world who only look at their faces. How can they cheat one more?"
"There are fewer corpses, so you can refine them."
"The Ten Thousand Corpse Formation is gone, you can build it again."
"As long as the corpse king is still in my hands and obeying my orders alone, I can change my face sooner or later and make a comeback!"
Lu Chengyun's expression was slightly dark, and his eyes were cold.
Since then, the attack of the corpse group has become more urgent.
At all costs, they fought back at all costs, as if they were to die together.
Yang Jishan frowned and said, "Lu Chengyun, is this going to fight to the death?"
But Mo Hua shook his head, "No, he is going to run for his life."
He understands Lu Chengyun very well.
Such selfish people will definitely put their lives first, and how can they survive and die with the corpse mine?
He didn't care about the original Xiaoling Yin Sect and the current Lu family.
Even if the Lu family is destroyed and the corpse mine is destroyed, Lu Chengyun will still escape and find the next force to parasitize.
Sure enough, a few days later, a melee was in a melee.
Mo Hua suddenly noticed a familiar aura and mixed it in the corpse cultivation.
This breath is very obscure, but it cannot escape the perception of the peak spiritual consciousness of the Thirteen-patterned ink painting.
There were also mid-stage monks in the foundation building stage present, whose spiritual sense was stronger than that of ink painting, but they were not familiar with Lu Chengyun, so they could not notice it.
The ink painting follows this breath.
Sure enough, I saw a covered corpse cultivator with a familiar figure but sneaky figure.
As soon as I saw Mo Hua, I knew that this person was Lu Chengyun.
Mo Hua pointed his little hand and shouted:
"Uncle Yang, that person is Lu Chengyun, he wants to run away!"
Yang Jishan was stunned, then his expression changed, he waved the flag, pointed at Lu Chengyun, and shouted sternly:
"Catch him!"
Several teams of Taoist soldiers formed a long dragon and headed straight for Lu Chengyun.
Lu Chengyun was shocked and cursed in a low voice.
But I was also secretly shocked. I had hidden my cultivation. On the surface, I only had the ninth level of Qi Refining. How did I recognize it?
Lu Chengyun was puzzled, but since he was discovered, he could not escape, so he had to withdraw back to the stone palace.
The battle ended, but Lu Chengyun did not escape.
"Run at this time?"
Mo Hua felt something was strange, and his spiritual sense scanned the stone hall and found that the aura of the formation changed in the stone hall.
Mo Hua calculated it slightly in her mind and understood the whole story.
In the stone hall, many earth-breaking formations were set up by Lu Chengyun.
Once he escaped, he activated the earth-breaking formation, blew up the stone hall, collapsed the corpse mine, and let all the corpse cultivators be buried with the monks of the Dao Court.
Even the foundation-building monk can escape.
Large numbers of Qi Refining Cultivators will also die in the corpse mine.
All these monks who died in the corpse mine, including Taoist soldiers, corpse cultivators, and family sect monks, will become the materials for his corpse refining.
In the future, he will transform these dead monks into corpse soldiers.
Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly cold.
"Lu Chengyun is really vicious!"
Ink painting is also a little scared.
After that, everyone was worried about the crackdown of the ground formation and did not dare to press too much.
The ink painting also took some time to deduce the location of the earth-breaking array, mark it one by one, and hand it to Yang Jishan.
Whenever the Taoist soldiers have the advantage and repel the corpse soldiers, they will send people to destroy part of the earth-breaking formation.
The ground cleft formation decreased little by little.
Lu Chengyun finally couldn't help it. One night, he took advantage of the retreat of the Taoist soldiers, and activated all the remaining earth-breaking formations, causing the corpse mine to shake.
There are not many earth-breaking formations and are not very powerful, but they cause chaos.
Lu Chengyun was also guarded by the Corpse King and the Iron Corpse, and was killed all the way and escaped from the Corpse Mine.
Groups of corpses were fearless and fearless, forming a tide of corpses, and were behind Lu Chengyun's palace.
Yang Jishan led the Taoist soldiers and monks from all sides to chase and kill them from behind.
The battle moved from under the corpse mine to the corpse mountain.
All over the mountains, monks and zombies were fighting.
There are also many zombies who have lost control and become wandering corpses, wandering around the mountains...
The battle lasted all day, and finally Lu Chengyun fled to a gloomy and deserted mountain a hundred miles away from Nanyue City.
The mountains are deserted and vast, and are deserted.
There are only rugged rocks and dead grass everywhere.
Yang Jishan flipped through the map and found that the name of the mountain here was marked on the map:
Grave mountain.
His expression became solemn in an instant.
Other monks also have their hearts and omens.
This is definitely not a good place.
Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly condensed.
Whether it is possible to arrest Lu Chengyun, kill the corpse king, and eliminate the corpse, is here to fight.
He ordered, "Be careful and go into the mountain!"
The Taoist corps detached towards the grave mountain.
But as soon as I entered the mountain boundary, the land in the mountains moved, the gravel shaking, and zombies crawled out of the soil.
These zombies are older and have stronger corpse poisons.
And there were many iron corpses mixed in it.
Yang Jishan's face was as deep as water.
besides?
How many years has Lu Chengyun refined this year and how many corpses he has refined?
Could this grave mountain be like a corpse mine, another place where he refines corpses?
Yang Jishan frowned.
The Taoist soldiers were unable to pursue their abilities for a long time and were about to catch up with Lu Chengyun, but unexpectedly, new zombies emerged.
Never end...
This Lu Chengyun is really scheming.
Yang Jishan had no choice but to let everyone stay outside the grave mountain and always stare at the movements inside the grave mountain to prevent him from escaping.
Everyone discussed what to do next.
"The question now is, how many zombies are there in this grave mountain?"
A middle-aged monk sighed.
"If there are too many, we will definitely not be our opponents."
"If you don't know the number, you will inevitably be ambushed..."
"We don't have enough manpower..."
Yang Jishan frowned and looked cold.
Since the war, many troops have been lost.
Most of the remaining monks were injured, and some had to use serum pill to suppress the corpse poison, and they could not do anything at all.
The remaining strength is now less than one-third.
And how many zombies there are in Lu Chengyun's hands is still unknown.
If Lu Chengyun pretends to be defeated and leads them to pursue them deeply and ambush them, they will inevitably suffer a great loss this time.
But this grave mountain is lonely and gloomy, and poisonous miasma is everywhere.
How can I know how many zombies are there?
Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Catch a walking corpse, and then another iron corpse."
Yang Jishan was slightly stunned.
Mo Hua continued: "Looking at the array patterns on their bodies, can you roughly estimate how many zombies Lu Chengyun has in his hands."
Yang Jishan was a little stunned.
The other formation masters also looked at each other.
However, Master Yun's eyes were slightly condensed and he was thinking.
"Can this be estimated?" Yang Jishan asked uncertainly.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.
Yang Jishan didn't quite understand, but he thought there was no other good idea. He thought for a moment and nodded:
"good."
He took action himself, took several Taoist soldiers to capture three corpses and one iron corpse, and trapped them with iron locks.
The zombies roared and struggled.
Corpse poison flows out of the zombies like blood, soaks on the iron chain, giving off a pungent rotten smell.
These zombies are obviously more irritable and more toxic.
Bai Zisheng stood in front of Mo Hua to prevent the zombies from losing control and hurt Mo Hua.
Bai Zixi was behind Mo Hua, with sword energy condensed on his white fingertips, and was quietly guarding.
Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang, cut open your chest."
Yang Jishan nodded.
He has done this kind of thing once before, so he is quite familiar with it.
After a while, the epidermis of the zombie's heart vein was cut open, revealing the formation connected to the flesh and blood inside.
Take out the paper and pen in the ink painting, draw out the formation, and then slightly identify it to find out the special sequence array patterns.
The Lingshu array uses sequence array patterns to "encode" zombies.
By inversely deducing the sequence array pattern, the "coding" can be reversed and the number of sequences in the entire Lingshu array system, that is, the number of all zombies.
This ink painting won't have been done before.
Because this kind of derivation is relatively complex, it not only consumes spiritual consciousness, but also tests the understanding of the formation.
Since refining the visualization diagram, the spiritual consciousness reached the peak of the Thirteen-line pattern and drawing the spiritual pivot array hundreds or thousands of times, the spiritual pivot array has been powerful, and the spiritual pivot array is also well understood, so you can try this kind of deduction.
Mo Hua looked at the sequence pattern, frowned, and focused on calculating.
Yang Jishan and others, looking at Mo Hua's concentration, couldn't help feeling a little nervous and did not dare to show off.
It took me a long time to come back to my senses, breathed a long time, and my face turned slightly pale.
Yang Jishan said nervously: "How?"
Ink painting pondered:
"I can only estimate it roughly, not particularly accurate..."
"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Jishan said.
Mo Hua continued: "...From the sequence pattern, there are about 40 iron corpses and 5,000 walking corpses in this tomb mountain controlled by the Corpse King."
Yang Jishan nodded and frowned.
This situation is a bit serious.
The zombies were fine, but these more than 40 iron corpses were indeed beyond his expectations and were not easy to deal with.
But Yang Jishan has one more thing to be more curious about:
"How did you... calculate it?"
Mo Hua scratched her head and pointed at a pattern:
"These array patterns are related and have internal sequences. You can calculate it by just calculating..."
Yang Jishan didn't understand.
He turned his head and looked at the other formation masters, and found that the other formation masters were also confused.
Only Young Master Yun was stunned and murmured in his heart:
"Region..."
This is... among all the formation masters of the Yun family, only the ancestors can...the derivation of spiritual consciousness?
At a young age, can you forget it?
Is this something he can learn at his age?
Master Yun looked at the childish ink painting and his mood fluctuated.
This plot is about to end ~
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Chapter completed!