In the deep pit of the tomb, on top of the bright brass coffin, the fierce battle continued.
In the bloody storm, broken limbs litter the sky.
The huge flesh-and-blood corpse statue waved its arms, commanding hundreds of corpses, roaring angrily like monsters.
Opposite him, a big man in black robes carried an evil dragon on his back, with surging blood energy all over his body. With the four-elephant green dragon formation operating at full strength, his fierce power was enough to compete with that huge corpse statue.
This big man can blast out a dragon shadow with every punch he punches.
Each dragon shadow, accompanied by the dragon's roar, rushed away with astonishing power, and bombarded the huge flesh and blood corpse.
The power of the evil dragon is so terrifying that even this powerful flesh and blood corpse statue cannot resist it at all.
Large areas of flesh and blood stumps were shattered by the dragon fist, eliminated, and turned into ashes.
Such a powerful power not only made the flesh and blood corpse statue frightened and angry, but also made everyone else feel emotional.
Especially Mr. Hui, his face was full of shock.
"This is...a dragon?!"
He never expected that the silent big man along the way would actually possess such terrifying evil dragon power.
Shi Shi also looked shocked.
Even the other three monks in black robes were all in a state of excitement and had different expressions.
The old man in black robe looked arrogant, with a hint of fanaticism.
The black-robed young master looked enviously and murmured: "Is this... the dragon of the wilderness..."
Another big man in black robes, in the middle of an all-out fight, also broke free of his black robes, revealing a body as strong as a bear's skin and a ferocious demonic pattern on his back.
The big man in black robe crushed a corpse to death with his bare hands, then raised his head and looked at the figure covered with dragon patterns, his eyes full of desire.
And in this desire, there is also a hint of jealousy and greed.
The monks present either looked shocked or had different thoughts.
Only Mo Hua was secretly working hard to calculate the formation patterns and "steal" the formations.
Taking advantage of the corpse energy all over the sky, as well as the cover of the surging spiritual power and blood energy, Mo Hua hid in the distance, used the secret calculation and the calculation of the secret together, amplified each other, and peered at this top-secret blue dragon formation diagram of the four elephants of the wilderness.
In his eyes, black, white and gold were intertwined.
Powerful thoughts poured out like a flood.
All kinds of simple and mysterious formations, containing prehistoric connotations, and powerful and vivid formation patterns, are presented one by one in his mind through calculation.
At the same time, the ink painting was done by hand, outlining the ink patterns, and quickly recording these patterns on the ground one by one.
On the gray and black ground, ink marks gradually appeared, like the scales and claws of a blue dragon, spliced ​​one by one.
First came the dragon claws, then the dragon scales, the dragon tail, the dragon body, the dragon fins...
A dragon shape outlined with array patterns appeared bit by bit... all the way to the dragon's head.
But right at the head of the dragon, the whole dragon got stuck.
The calculation suddenly became sluggish.
Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness began to feel pain like needles, and his consciousness gradually dried up.
The calculations under the blessing of trick calculations gradually exceeded the limit of the load he could bear. Mo Hua's eyes also began to feel a little swollen and painful, as if blood was about to flow out...
It seems that there is a bottleneck, stuck on the path of calculation.
No matter how hard he tried, no matter how persistent he was, he could not get past this bottleneck and could not calculate the entire dragon.
The corners of his eyes were about to bleed, and the stinging pain from the sea of ​​consciousness became even sharper. Mo Hua knew that he had reached his limit, so he had no choice but to stop the calculation.
"The spiritual consciousness is still not enough, and the peak of the nineteen lines is not enough..."
"Scheming and calculus still lack the firepower."
Mo Hua sighed, then gently rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked down at the array diagram on the ground.
The complete formation of the Four-Elephant Green Dragon Formation shows the shape of a dragon, but now this dragon is missing its head.
There are a total of eighteen lines on the body.
Even if I try my best in ink painting, I can only reach this point.
The remaining formation pattern of the Blue Dragon's head was beyond the limits of Mo Hua's current spiritual consciousness and calculation, and he could not deduce it.
According to the calculated residual diagram, it is speculated that the complete four-image blue dragon formation diagram may have nineteen patterns, but it is more likely to be an absolute formation with twenty or more patterns, or even twenty-one patterns.
In other words, the Azure Dragon Formation on the leader of the Demon Sect is not only the Four Elephant Formation of the Great Wilderness, but also the Divine Beast Formation in the Four Elephant Formation, and even more, a second-grade, twenty-line non-transmission formation.
"What a pity..." Mo Hua sighed in his heart.
If his consciousness and calculation methods were stronger, he might be able to completely figure out this formation.
It won't be like now, with claws and a tail, but no head.
"But after calculation, it seems useless..."
Mo Hua examined it again and gradually frowned at the incomplete Qinglong Formation diagram he had just calculated.
Although it is a dragon, its bones are jagged, its lines are reversed, its claws and teeth are sharp, and there is something evil in its majesty.
"This is an evil formation..."
If it's an evil formation, then you can't learn it.
Mo Hua will not be arrogant enough to ignore the warnings of Master, Mr. Xun, and all the seniors and elders along the way.
You won't really be stupid and learn the evil formations in a smart way.
If you don't listen to your elders, you will suffer the consequences in front of you.
He can still tell the difference between good and evil.
"Then what should I do with my natal formation...?"
"What should I do with this incomplete Four-Elephants Blue Dragon Formation?"
To eliminate evil and transform it into righteousness?
Where can I get the complete array diagram?
It is impossible to kill this powerful Demon Sect leader, peel off the skin from his back, and then copy it, right?
Mo Hua frowned.
But time was urgent and he didn't have time to think too much.
He transcribed the calculated formation diagram on a jade slip and stored it in the Nazi Ring. Then he wiped out all traces of the calculation on the ground. Mo Hua felt relieved and then raised his head to look at the battlefield in the distance.
The battle with the flesh and blood corpse statue is still going on, but it is gradually coming to an end.
In the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, the leader of the Demon Sect, who is armed with the evil formation of the four-elephant blue dragon, has a terrifying killing power.
The flesh-and-blood corpse statue's resurrection aura was suppressed by the piece of white bone sacrificed by the old man in black robe.
Its heart was also tightly bound by that wisp of white Qi.
"Could those white bones be... dragon bones?"
"Dragon bone, can it suppress the evil spirit?"
Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly. This was the first time he knew about this kind of thing.
However, with the suppression of the dragon bone, the "Qi" of the flesh and blood corpse statue is indeed gradually dimming.
Without the power of the law of annihilation, the seemingly powerful flesh and blood corpse statue is just a huge "walking corpse" and is no match for everyone.
After dozens of rounds, with a loud bang, the flesh and blood corpse statue was punched on the head by the leader of the Demon Sect, and the black and red dragon shadow penetrated its head.
The flesh and blood of the corpse collapsed.
The dead energy and yin energy also lost their foundation and gradually dissipated.
This huge flesh and blood corpse statue was killed.
Without the foundation of flesh and blood, without the nourishment of Yin Qi, the "Qi" suppressed by the dragon bone will become dim.
"Won..."
Second Master Hui was a little unbelievable, and then he looked at the proud and proud leader of the Demon Sect, who was carrying the evil dragon on his back, with deep fear and fear in his eyes.
In just a moment, he made up his mind, raised his hands to the black-robed old man and said:
"Everyone, after killing this evil beast, my mission has been completed. I will... take my leave first."
"Wait a minute," the old man in black robe said.
Mr. Hui's body sluggishly swayed.
The old man in black robe said: "This corpse statue has been killed, and the copper coffin is right in front of you. Second Master Hui doesn't want a share of the pie?"
Second Master Hui forced a smile and said: "I didn't do much in the matter of killing the corpse statue. I didn't get any reward for my efforts, so naturally I didn't dare to share the benefits."
The old man in black robe shook his head, "You and I made a promise first, and when it's done, we'll split it 50-50. Now that it's done, how can I break my promise?"
Mr. Hui's heart felt tight.
He had already realized that he was in a tiger's den.
This group of black-robed monks are genuine demon cultivators, and they are incredibly powerful and can even cultivate evil dragons.
Anyone who has anything to do with dragons is great.
Mr. Hui doesn’t want to wade into this muddy water anymore.
If you can get out at this moment, with the mouse's storage bag in your arms, and catch a young "genius formation master", go back and raise him, and work for yourself, it won't be a loss no matter how you think about it.
But it was obvious that the old man in black robe did not intend to let him go.
This group of people are so ruthless in their cultivation methods that they can kill even flesh and blood corpses, let alone themselves.
Second Master Hui had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Then...it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."
The old man in black robe waved to the ink painting in the distance again.
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, but still ran over.
The old man in black robe said: "Little brother, you can also pick a portion of the things in the coffin later."
"Really?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.
"Of course." The old man in black robe nodded, "You also contributed to this tomb robbery, so naturally you should also get a share of the treasure."
"Thank you, senior." On the surface, Mo Hua was flattered, but in his heart he murmured:
This old man, why do you want to share things with yourself?
What was his plan?
Of course, Mo Hua also had some expectations in his heart as to what kind of treasures would be buried in such a large brass coffin.
Afterwards, everyone worked together to clean the bronze coffin, burned the flesh and blood of the zombies, and then began to search the coffin.
But after cleaning up the stumps and burning the carrion, the bottom of the huge coffin was empty, with nothing at all.
There is no owner of the tomb and no grave goods.
There was no trace of the "evil fetus" that Mo Hua was looking for.
It seems that the entire copper coffin contains these dead bodies.
When Mr. Hui saw this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression changed.
The old men in black robes also fell silent.
The black-robed young man frowned and thought for a moment, then looked up at the old man and said in a cold voice: "Second Elder, this is different from what you said before."
"Mr. Xuan, please be patient and don't be impatient."
The old man in black robe had a hoarse voice, but looking at his expression, there was also a bit of confusion.
It seems that they didn't find what they were looking for during this trip.
And the situation in front of them was beyond their expectation.
Mo Hua lowered his head, showing no expression on the surface, but his thoughts kept stirring.
He probably figured it out.
Among these four black-robed monks, the big demon cultivator with the dragon mark is the leader of the Demon Sect.
The other person who looks like a bear is the "Elder Bear" of the Demon Sect.
He was also the "fish that slipped through the net" when Daotingsi and Taixu Sect teamed up to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect last time.
At the same time, according to Elder Xun Ziyou, this "Elder Xiong" happened to be one of the three demon cultivator elders in the Demon Hunting Mountain and Ten Thousand Demons Valley.
When Mo Hua entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he sneaked in while the three demon cultivator elders were out, so he did not directly meet the three demon cultivator elders.
Elder Xun Ziyou also said before that one of the three demon cultivator elders died in Demon Refining Mountain, but he did not know how.
There were thick and long claw marks on his chest, as if he had been disemboweled and killed. The storage bag was gone, and the skin with demonic patterns had been cut off. It was impossible to tell what kind of demonic cultivator it was.
The other one is the snake demon elder.
When Yanluoshan was encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect, he was beheaded by Elder Xun Ziyou.
The last one is the big bear in front of me.
He is also the only surviving Jindan demon cultivator in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
As for the old man in black robe, he was called the "Second Elder"...
Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he should be the "Second Elder" of the Demon Sect, the one with the most seniority and status second only to the leader of the Demon Sect.
But aren't these two elders dead?
Is it a fake death? Or has the golden cicada escaped from its shell?
Mo Hua frowned, a little confused.
When he made his predictions before, his calculations were mostly correct. In a sense, these three people all have some connection with him.
The only exception is this young man.
The second elder called him "Mr. Xuan."
Judging from Mo Hua's grasp of the Demon Sect through the Thunder Magnetic Formation, there is no such person as "Mr. Xuan" within the Demon Sect.
And Mo Hua was sure that he had never seen him before.
So who is he? What connection can he have with me?
The strangest thing is, why did these golden elixirs from the Demon Sect go to Gushan to dig this tomb?
What exactly is their purpose?
Why was this tomb built?
Why was it built in the Shen family's mine?
Why are there so many corpses in the brass coffins of the Ming Dynasty? Where did these corpses come from?
Mine... Shen family... Dao evil...
Mo Hua was full of doubts, and his eyes gradually became cold.
"Did we find the wrong place?" The black-robed young man called "Mr. Xuan" frowned and said, "The Shen family's mine is so big, the tomb we are looking for may not be built here."
"Otherwise, there would be nothing in this bright brass coffin..."
"The Shen family also built other tombs? Is this tomb used to hide from others?"
Mr. Hui's eyes flashed and he remained silent.
At this moment, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked:
"Where is Shen Qingsheng?"
"Chen Qingsheng?"
"That's the young master of the Shen family who was arrested together." Mo Hua said, "Where are the others?"
"This..." Second Master Hui and the others looked at each other in confusion for a moment.
"It seems...lost?"
"When did you lose it?"
"It seems..." Shitou recalled, "when we were on the fork in the road."
Shen Qingsheng was held captive by a rat.
For the first time, everyone was attacked by groups of zombies. After they got separated, the rats only focused on grabbing the ink paintings, and naturally lost Shen Qingsheng.
And this Shen Qingsheng was dispensable. No one cared whether he was alive or dead, and he was forgotten for a while.
Now I robbed the tomb and stole an empty coffin.
Mo Hua thought of the Shen family, and then incidentally, he also remembered Shen Qingsheng.
"The young master of the Shen family..." The old man in black robe frowned and said slowly: "Find him and ask something."
Mr. Hui nodded.
So the group returned the same way.
But everyone knew in their hearts that with the corpses in the crossroads and so many changes happening in the underground palace, it was hard to say whether they could find Shen Qingsheng.
Even if he is found, it is still unknown whether he is dead or alive.
But you still have to look for it.
Because when we returned to the fork in the road, there were dense formations inside and the tunnels were complicated. Naturally, it was left to Mo Hua to guide the way.
Mo Hua held the compass in one hand and secretly touched the copper coins in the other hand, calculating Shen Qingsheng's qi. He found that Shen Qingsheng's cause and effect were clear, and it seemed that he was really not dead. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Good people don't live long, and evil people live for thousands of years. It's really not something you say casually.
The ink painting follows the Qi movement and leads the way.
After going through many detours, I finally found Shen Qingsheng curled up on the ground in a corner.
Shen Qingsheng lay on the ground in horror. A layer of faint golden light protected him. It looked like a protective treasure.
At this time, there were four or five corpses crawling on him.
These rotting corpses grinned and gnawed at Shen Qingsheng, but because they were protected by treasures, they could not gnaw flesh and blood.
Because of this, Shen Qingsheng saved his life and was not eaten by the zombies.
Seeing that Shen Qingsheng was still surrounded by corpse ghosts and kept biting him, Mr. Hui stepped forward, drew his knife and chopped off the corpse ghosts one by one, and rescued Shen Qingsheng.
Shen Qingsheng was cowering on the ground before, not daring to release his breath. Now when he saw that the corpses were all beheaded, he immediately looked ferocious, ignoring the stench, and trampled them with his feet to vent his anger:
"A bunch of dirty, ugly, lowly mining repairmen..."
Mo Hua's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice:
"How do you know...these zombies are mine cultivators?"
Shen Qingsheng's face turned pale, "Isn't it...obvious...this is a mine...yes..."
"Okay," Mr. Hui interrupted him, "Who cares whether you mine or not? Let me ask you, does this mine belong to your Shen family?"
"yes……"
"Then this tomb under your Shen family's mine was also built by your Shen family?"
"I...I don't know."
Second Master Hui stretched out his big hand and strangled Shen Qingsheng's neck, "Boy, don't play tricks. Tell me honestly, what is the purpose of building this tomb in the Shen family..."
Second Master Hui's voice was stern, with a hint of fear hidden in it.
Shen Qingsheng said with an expression on his face: "I... I really don't know... I'm still young and can't interfere in family affairs. I don't know..."
"Damn, you're a loser." Mr. Hui casually threw Shen Qingsheng to the ground.
Shen Qingsheng stumbled to the ground, his eyes were filled with resentment, but he did not dare to say anything.
Mo Hua looked deeply at Shen Qingsheng, then raised his head at Master Hui. He saw the uneasiness in his eyes and the fear in his soul.
"Shen Qingsheng may not know anything, but this Second Master Hui...has obviously noticed something..."
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and just when he was about to say something to deceive Mr. Hui's words, he heard the old man in black robe say in an old voice:
"Second Master Hui, now that things have come to this, why should I hide anything?"
Mo Hua was startled and felt a little chilled in his heart.
The second elder of the Demon Sect can use the dragon bone to calm down the anger, which is indeed an extraordinary method.
He could tell that Second Master Hui was hiding something, and he seemed to have noticed it too.
Mr. Hui's eyelids twitched, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"
The old man in black robe said: "I asked an old friend to look up Maoshan's genealogy and found out from the direct lineage that Second Master Hui who was expelled from the sect. I believe that Second Master Hui's Maoshan Taoism will not let him go.
I'm disappointed."
I looked up the family tree and traced my roots back to Maoshan.
Mr. Hui's heart trembled.
Chapter completed!