Asking about longevity

In the altar of corpses, blood streaks were everywhere, thousands of coffins were lined up, the candlelight was dim, and it was empty and dead.

No one.

Except for ink paintings.

After Mo Hua controlled the little zombie to close the gate, the mural behind him distorted and blocked the way forward again.

Mo Hua nodded.

This Lingshu Formation is indeed a perfect formation, and it is much more practical than I thought.

Then he began to look at the altar.

Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan were there during the day, so Mo Hua didn't feel anything yet.

At this late night, coming alone, I felt that although the altar was magnificent, it was also very eerie and strange, not to mention the coffins on the floor and the zombies in the coffins.

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He calmed down and started doing things one by one according to his plan.

First, let’s study the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation.

Although the formation eye of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation was designed by him, the formation eye only connects with the formation hub to allow spiritual power to circulate.

The entire formation was not clear in Mo Hua.

This Ten Thousand Corpses Formation was Lu Chengyun's hard work for so many years.

He didn't have a chance to take a closer look during the day, lest he violate Lu Chengyun's taboo.

Moreover, according to the formation method of Mo Hua, this formation of ten thousand corpses is probably not just a restoration formation, but an evil formation!

Mo Hua used Water Step, attached spiritual power to his feet, walked along the wall to the roof, hung his little head upside down, and looked down.

From a high position, you can have a panoramic view of the entire formation.

The formation eye is the heart vessel, the formation hub is the skeleton, and the formation pattern is the flesh and blood.

Echoing the front and back, the ending is connected.

Indeed, it is a complete and large-scale formation.

Mo Hua memorized the overall formation pattern in his mind, then stepped down and began to look at the formation patterns in detail bit by bit.

These formation patterns are evil patterns on the surface.

But stripped to its essence, it is still the application of the five elements of earth, wood, water and so on.

Earth element formation, fused with corpse flesh;

A water-based formation, mixed with blood and water.

Then use some sinister plant sap to build a wood array, blending flesh and blood to form the evil array pattern.

Human flesh and blood are naturally endowed with spiritual affinity.

Therefore, evil formations often use human blood as ink and human flesh as media, which can enhance the effectiveness of the formation and reduce the difficulty of the formation.

Although the threshold has been lowered, the understanding of the laws of the Great Dao contained in it is much shallower.

Mo Hua shook his head.

This kind of opportunism and taking advantage of the weak will not lead to the formation of the avenue.

However, in order to know himself and the enemy, Mo Hua still checked and sorted out the formation patterns from beginning to end.

After sorting it out, he combined it with the formation hub and the formation eyes he constructed, and made some calculations to unblock the logic of the operation of spiritual power and evil power in the formation.

A complete formation of ten thousand corpses appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting.

The ink painting recorded the formation diagram in the sea of ​​consciousness on the paper, then lowered his head to look carefully, silently meditating.

After a moment, he sighed:

"It's really the prototype of a great formation..."

And it's not the kind of crude formation that's just about making up the numbers.

It is an evil formation that, after several generations, has complete formation patterns, simple formation hubs, strong power of formation eyes, and obviously has the mark of inheritance.

"The evil array of ten thousand corpses..."

Mo Hua frowned.

"Where did Lu Chengyun get the formation map?"

"Is it possible that in the Lu family or in this corpse mine, there are demon cultivators who are proficient in demonic formations and are from the orthodox demon sect?"

But these days, he has become very familiar with the corpse mine.

I have never seen such a monk before, not even a trace of it.

"Could it be another demonic demon who gave it to Lu Chengyun after we met by chance?"

Demonic demon...

Mo Hua thought again about the strange Taoist Mr. Zhuang said that he couldn't see, couldn't mention, and it was best not to think about.

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

Mo Hua murmured.

If so……

That Taoist taught the ancestor of the Qian family the recipe for longevity and evil elixir, and also passed on Lu Chengyun's great evil formation diagram of ten thousand corpses. It is estimated that some monks with evil intentions and some forbidden magic methods in other places also passed on...

What is he planning?

To create evil?

Can the evil of heaven and earth, such as Dao evil, really be "mass-produced" by humans?

Or does this Taoist have other deeper intentions?

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard.

As I thought about it, I became a little lost in thought.

Suddenly, an extremely cold and terrifying chill surged into my heart.

In the mind of Mo Hua, the outline of a Taoist man faintly emerged.

The outline of the Taoist looks like dark ink.

The whole body is covered with dry black lines.

But these lines gradually solidified and took shape.

The Taoist's face gradually became clearer, and his eyes slowly opened, deep and hollow, and he looked at the ink painting bit by bit.

Mo Hua didn't know who he was, but in an instant, he knew the Taoist's Taoist name:

"Crooked man!"

A half-ghost, half-trickster seeker.

Mo Hua was shocked and quickly meditated, abandoning all thoughts.

But the less he wanted to think about it, the more he couldn't help but think about it.

Even the words "deceitful person" almost came out of his mouth.

Mo Hua had a feeling that once he said the three words "deceitful person" in his mouth, he would be discovered by this person immediately.

"Can't read, can't read!"

Mo Hua kept warning himself.

But while he was suppressing his mind, he suddenly lost control of his speech and pronounced the first word "guilty"...

The Taoist's empty eyes suddenly became bright. He turned his head silently, and as he watched, he was about to focus his gaze on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart, and in a hurry, he quickly grabbed his cheek.

There were two fingerprints on his fair face.

Mo Hua felt pain and "hissed", but finally failed to pronounce the words "Crooked Man".

Before the name could be read out, Mo Hua took a moment to breathe.

what to do?

The ink painting blessed the soul, and he quickly took out the spiritual ink, dipped his finger in the ink, communicated with the earth's Tao Yun with his spiritual consciousness, and began to draw a thick earth formation on the ground.

Once you start to draw the formation, your spiritual consciousness will be concentrated and you will no longer have random thoughts.

Not even thinking about reciting any names.

And the earthly connection of communication also occupies the mind of Mo Hua.

A hint of ancient connotation spread, gradually covering up the aura of the trickster...

…

At the same time, under a cliff covered with dead trees.

"Sun Yi", who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

He was dirty and covered in dirty Taoist robes worn by dead people. His eyes were dark and empty, and his voice was hoarse and sticky:

"who……"

"...want my name?"

"So familiar..."

He closed his eyes to perceive, and suddenly opened them again, his empty eyes slightly revealing doubt:

"The Great Earth Dao Yun?"

"Disciple of the Earth Sect?"

"how come……"

Where did the disciples of the Earth Sect come from in the Xiaohuang State, and how could they pronounce their own names?

"wrong……"

"Sun Yi" stretched out his right hand. Several of his right hands were broken and twisted together in a strange shape. He didn't know what he was trying to figure out.

Some causes and effects are also connected in series:

"The Dao Yun of the Great Earth..."

"Thick Earth Formation..."

"There is a monk..."

"Array Master..."

"Short stature... no... very young?"

The cause and effect ends here.

Not sure.

"Sun Yi"'s eyes shed tears of blood, his sparse hair gradually turned white, his sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and his remaining consciousness tried his best to calculate:

"If there is no way to cover it up, after three breaths, this person will definitely pronounce my name..."

"Then remove the cover of Dao Yun..."

"Sun Yi"'s eyes were filled with blood, his gray hair was falling out, and his face was visibly aging, as if after his spiritual consciousness was exhausted, he used his life force to make up for the lack of calculation power.

Numbers were recorded in his mouth:

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

Three breaths have passed, and in the future he calculated, someone, out of control, pronounced his name:

"Crooked man!"

The sound of reciting his name was clear and sweet.

"Sun Yi" was slightly stunned and looked surprised, "Is it a child?"

Why would a child pronounce his own name?

Who is he?

What does it have to do with me?

Sun Yi listened carefully and found that the voice had changed.

From the voice of a child, it gradually became clearer and became the voice of a teenager, and then gradually became thicker and became the voice of a middle-aged man.

In the end, it turned into a voice that he was very familiar with and missed.

This voice is clear and elegant.

The three words "deceitful person" have also become two words:

"Senior brother."

Sun Yi opened his eyes, and in a daze, he saw a monk with a clear face and extraordinary grace looking at him.

His eyes were clear and gentle, and there was an elusive smile at the corner of his mouth.

It is Mr. Zhuang.

After a while, everything disappeared like smoke.

"Sun Yi" can no longer remember who read his name.

I only remember this "senior brother".

He counted again with his fingers and found that the sea of ​​consciousness in this skin was cracked, the consciousness was exhausted, and the hair on the top of his head had all fallen out...

Forget it...

"Sun Yi" sat there for a long time with a strange look on his face, and murmured:

"My good junior brother...what are you hiding?"

"Now that you are in such a state of desolation, what else is there for you to hide?"

The mountains and forests were deserted and no one answered.

"That's all..."

"Sun Yi" stood up tremblingly, wrapped in the Taoist robe of the dead, and walked out of the mountain forest with slow and shallow steps...

"When I find you, I'll know everything..."

Sorry for the delay.

a bit tired……

There should be another chapter later.