Asking About Longevity Chapter 446

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Mo Hua's heart moved, and he stared at Zhang Quan with bright eyes.

He wanted to see how Zhang Quan opened the altar, offered sacrifices to the bell, and worshiped the statue of the ancestor.

Also, where is the altar that Zhang Quan wants to open?

Mo Hua searched all over the zombie village and couldn't find any altar anywhere.

 Zhang Quan ordered a corpse cultivator:

 “To prepare the sacrifice.”

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

He originally thought that the Xingzhi Stronghold relied on formations that were easy to defend and difficult to attack, and were enough to keep the enemy at bay.

 Zhang Quan frowned, "What's wrong?"

 But obviously this is not a matter of chance.

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

 Isn't that right?…

 He checked the house again and found no trace of outsiders. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door again, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

 And Zhang Quan was still offering bells in front of the altar.

This kind of pattern is very small and obscure.

 After a while, the shouting stopped, and there was no movement in the ossuary.

Mo Hua frowned as he listened.

 That is to use human spiritual consciousness to feed the founder of the Zhang family.

 “How did Zhang Quan get it?”

Even if he deduced and calculated the complete formation pattern with his spiritual consciousness, Mo Hua didn't know what the formation pattern was.

 When he left, he sealed the screen.

 Zhang Quan suppressed the shock and anger in his heart and said, "I'll go take a look."

 But he never expected that all the formations he had put so much effort into building would be broken?

 Without the formation, the zombie village has no external barriers.

 Zhang Quan performed a few tricks and muttered something.

Is this ossuary also used for refining corpses?

 What kind of corpse can be refined in an ossuary?

There is actually a secret room in this secret room?

The corpse cultivator trembled: "The formation... is all broken!"

 There is a picture enshrined on the altar.

In addition, there are some strange-shaped utensils.

 The following words “use spiritual thoughts to sacrifice copper bells, recognize them as human beings, and serve them as feasts.”

  It is both an ancestor and an ancestor.

Candles were also lit on the altar.

 The worst thing is, relying on the formation, there is always no problem in defending the stronghold.

 Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, "Do you want to stay?"

 He remembered that Mr. Zhuang had counted that everything has its appearance and its true nature.

There is also that visualization picture, we have to find a way to **** it!

But how to rob it?

 Those who refine corpses have a cold nature.

To find a way, first open the screen, enter the altar, and steal the copper bell.

 The man outside the door shouted: "Master, something big has happened!"

 Reciting the mantra is the sound, and pinching the formula is the image.

"yes."

“…The copper bell drinks the blood, but the bones are gone…”

 Just sluggish and died directly.

 Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Quan came back again.

 I didn't even notice it myself.

Only when you recite the right mantra, perform the right kneading techniques, and have the right sounds and movements can you activate the formation.

 Estimated to be worth a lot of spiritual stones…

 He himself didn't know what he was reciting, it was just a matter of luck.

 Suddenly he was slightly surprised.

I don't know whether they are the bones of an innocent monk or the bones of Patriarch Zhang Quan.

“I'm going to make some noise outside and lure Zhang Quan out…”

Mo Hua frowned and thought for a while.

 What is the use of a zombie with only bones left?

 There is indeed an altar inside.

 With Zhang Quan's nose in sight, it's probably not easy to do anything.

 “Use my spiritual thoughts to sacrifice and refine the copper bell…”

Several corpse cultivators took the body of the robber and walked out of the secret room.

“So, this picture of the ancestor of the Zhang family is actually a… visualization picture?”

A corpse cultivator's eyes flickered and he asked in a low voice:

"Master, do you want someone to guard this altar..."

Except for Zhang Quan, several corpse cultivators are only at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining.

The corpse cultivator was ordered to retreat. After a while, he brought in a robber. The robber was holding a pottery jar filled with blood.

Then this portrait should be dedicated to the ancestors of the Zhang family.

 Zhang Quan snorted coldly and said slowly:

 “You follow me and go out together to have a look.”

 Under the altar, there is also a coffin on display.

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Mo Hua was lying on the beam, his mind racing.

 The formations on this screen should be related to sounds and appearances.

Zhang Quan's every move is within his spiritual perception.

 I can see it more clearly now.

 “Go and see what's going on.”

 Zhang Quan's eyes widened, “What the **** do you mean everything is broken??”

But only from this corner, you can see the inside, which is gorgeously decorated, with gloomy candlelight, all kinds of strange furnishings, and a stage set up with a golden tablecloth.

 The essence is the movement of inner spiritual power.

 It's just not a serious sacrifice.

The ink painting's eyes sparkle.

It should be that the ancestors of the Zhang family learned this method of refining corpses, and then opened a coffin shop, which was passed down from generation to generation.

It was a bit far away, so I couldn't see it clearly. I didn't dare to look at the ink painting intently. I only took a quick glance and then looked away.

The robber struggled on his own, but he was no match for Zhang Quan in the foundation-building stage. He struggled to escape and could only be imprisoned alive in the ossuary coffin.

Zhang Quan opened the coffin lid again, and found that the robber had lost his life. His eyes were wide open in fear, but he remained motionless.

 Then he muttered something absentmindedly. After he finished reciting, he took out a copper bell with a **** rope and strange patterns from his storage bag.

Mo Hua thought secretly in his heart.

 Three plates, one for the hand bones, one for the foot bones, and the middle for the skull.

 Zhang Quan nodded, and then closed the door to the secret room.

The corpse cultivator lowered his head and agreed, looking a little disappointed.

 But he couldn't go to Zhang Quan and ask him to demonstrate again what tricks to perform and what incantations to recite.

 It was as if someone had directly eaten the soul.

 Blood slowly seeped into the copper bell.      Again, it seems that the copper bell is drinking blood.

 It will be much easier for others to break in.

At this moment, Zhang Quan opened the ossuary, grabbed the robber who brought blood and water with his pale palm, and threw him into the ossuary.

Mo Hua frowned and considered.

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

 After that, he checked around again and found that there were no "outsiders", so he looked solemnly and walked to a screen.

 His hands were scratched and their nails were all peeled off, and they were covered in blood.

 He could not trust anyone in this village.

The only way to borrow spiritual consciousness is through this method, so that the spiritual thoughts of Zhang family ancestors can be attached to the copper bell through sacrifice and help them control the corpse.

This altar needs to be watched, but he doesn't trust others to guard it.

 Ancestor of the Zhang family?

He begged and begged for mercy in the coffin, tearing the coffin wall with his fingers and making a miserable sound.

This coffin is snow white.

The screen is old and placed against the wall, with landscapes painted with dry ink on it.

He said in disbelief:

　　The viewing angle of the beam where the ink painting is located is not good. You can only glimpse a corner of the room, but cannot see the whole inside.

 Zhang Quan was a little impatient.

Ink painting remembers Zhang Quan entering in front of the screen, chanting some incantations, and making some secrets. Then the ink on the screen melted away, revealing the hole.

 Pinching the hand and reciting the incantation are just appearances.

 The ink painting stayed on the beam without moving.

 After sacrificing the bell yourself, wake up the iron corpse, and when you get out, you can kill all around.

Zhang Quan smiled sadly and said, "You all go out. I will close the door and seal the formation so that no mosquitoes can fly in. You don't have to worry."

 Zhang Quan glanced around for a week, looking at the corpse cultivators present one by one.

 The corpse cultivator immediately said in panic: "I don't dare."

 It is indeed a bit reluctant to let them control the iron corpse that is close to the strength of foundation building.

If what I expected was correct, the corpse-controlling bell would have a twelve-line spiritual pivot formation drawn on it.

 What's even more troublesome is that Mo Hua doesn't recognize him.

The corpse cultivator took the order and went out. When he came back, he looked panicked:

 “What's wrong with the boss!”

Mo Hua moved to another beam, climbed on the beam, hung his little head upside down, and looked inside.

Mo Hua guessed that this should be corpse oil.

Before Mo Hua could make a decision, there was movement outside the door, and someone shouted anxiously:

 “Head of the family!”

 Zhang Quan was offering sacrifices to the bell. He cursed secretly and ordered a corpse cultivator beside him:

It will take some time to complete the blood altar sacrificial bell.

Zhang Quan has quite a lot of secrets hidden...

  I can only make a rough guess based on my knowledge of formations.

 The room was quiet, and there was no special smell on the screen.

Mo Hua cursed in his heart.

Hearing this, Mo Hua felt a little confused.

 It seems that I underestimated Zhang Quan.

 The so-called "borrowing spiritual thoughts and offering sacrifices to bronze bells."

 Other corpse cultivators, when they met his gaze, silently lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

 Not just him, but all the corpse cultivators.

This screen is actually a high-quality spiritual weapon, and the refining method is very special. No wonder it can be hidden from my own perception.

 Zhang Quan's heart felt cold.

Mo Hua then followed the example of the gourd and the gourd, pinched the formula, stamped his feet, and muttered a lot.

 He took out three iron lamps and placed them on the stage. Then he put the copper bells into the lamps and poured blood into the lamps.

Mo Hua studied the screen and suddenly felt enlightened.

 Sacrifice were offered on the platform.

 Zhang Quan felt his energy and blood rising, and he felt a sharp pain.

Looking at it this way, this screen also has an intrinsic spiritual power.

 The candle is white, the firelight is dark green, and the candle oil is flowing, like human tears, dripping and condensing at the bottom of the stage.

After looking at the ink painting for a long time, I realized that it should be an ossuary.

 Zhang Quan grabbed the robber out of the ossuary, threw it aside, and ordered:

 “Take it to feed the corpse later.”

 In fact, the ossuary is the altar, and the consciousness of the living person is the sacrifice.

Have to think of a way to steal this copper bell!

The ink painting is a bit curious.

 The ink painting looked at it carefully again, and finally found subtle patterns on the four legs and edges of the screen.

 But other than that, there were no wounds on his body.

At this moment, he saw Zhang Quan and the corpse cultivators, kowtow in front of the altar, and then muttered something:

 “Xiao Xiao comes to invade, the ancestor shows his power...”

“The white bones should be used as offerings to the ancestors, and the human knowledge should be used as a feast.”

 On the surface, the high altar is the altar and the bones are the sacrifices.

 “It seems... someone has tampered with it...”

Made some secret or recited some spell, the ink and wash on the screen suddenly changed and turned into a dry ink landscape painting again.

 But he just took a few steps and frowned again.

The ink painting is not a corpse repair, so I can't understand it.

He has only heard of walking corpses, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, and gold corpses. He has never heard of corpses with bones...

 But what specific formation principles are used, whether it involves the five elements, or other formation rules, Mo Hua is not clear about.

 Among these corpse cultivators, Zhang Quan is a foundation-building cultivator, so it is natural that he can control the iron corpse.

 Before going out, lock the door.

 Behind the screen, there is still a secret room.

 Zhang Quan was still worried and checked around several times before he felt relieved and cautiously went out.

“It's just that...all are broken and none of them can be used...”

 As for the spiritual weapon, what controls the movement of spiritual power is the formation...

 But...how is this possible?

When Mo Hua's consciousness confirmed that Zhang Quan had indeed gone far, he fell down from the beam lightly.

It should refer to using the spiritual thoughts of the ancestor of the Zhang family to refine the copper bell and enhance its ability to control corpses.

“Should I call my senior brother and sister and start robbing it directly?”

 The texture is neither wood nor stone, neither copper nor iron.

 Zhang Quan was the last to leave.

 “The ancestors of the Zhang family are on high, and the younger disciple Zhang Quan, kowtow!”

Mo Hua thought slightly and blinked.

 It looks like just an ordinary screen.

The ink on the screen was dense and rippled, and finally it turned into nothingness, revealing a hole.

This is the corpse-controlling bell that Mo Hua has longed for!

Mo Hua snorted in his heart:

 “You're trying to deceive me with this little trick?”

Mo Hua scratched his head.

 Was it stolen, robbed, given by others, or passed down from his ancestors?

Mo Hua was startled in his heart, and then suddenly realized.

The robbers were used as sacrifices, their consciousness was eaten, and they died of panic.

 The screen didn't move at all.

“The formation is extensive and profound. It seems that I still have a lot to learn…”

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and wrote down the formation pattern first, then decided to study it slowly when he had time later.

 (End of this chapter)

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