Asking About Longevity Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Robbed

 The next question is, how to break this screen?

Mo Hua thought silently.

 Generally speaking, a screen is a spiritual weapon with formations on it.

By unraveling the formation, you can crack the spiritual weapon and render this screen ineffective.

But Mo Hua doesn't know what formation is painted on the screen, nor does he know what the formation pattern of Shengke is, so naturally there is no way to solve the formation.

 Since it cannot be solved, then it is simply destroyed?

 Use the counter-spirit formation to destroy the structure of the formation, destroy the formation's eyes, and cause the formation to self-destruct?

 Written ink painting.

At this point, there is no need to worry about being discovered. It doesn't matter whether he keeps the screen or not, and it doesn't matter if he uses rough methods.

 Once the formation self-destructs, the screen will be broken.

 It is possible that the hole in the screen will open.

 The secret room may also be sealed so that no one can enter.

 The best case scenario is that the formation is destroyed, without the support of the formation, the screen fails and the secret room is opened.

 You can sneak in by yourself and pack up everything.

 The worst case scenario is that the screen will self-destruct and no one can get in.

 I can't get in, and neither can Zhang Quan.

 In this way, both the corpse control bell and the visualization chart will be sealed inside.

 It doesn't matter if you can't get in by yourself.

But if Zhang Quan can't get in, there will be no corpse-controlling bell. Without the corpse-controlling bell, the iron corpse cannot be controlled, and the strength will be greatly reduced.

Without the Iron Corpse, the Walking Corpse Village would have no foundation-building capabilities and would be naturally vulnerable.

 No matter what you think, it will not harm you.

 Mo Hua no longer hesitated and started to attack the formation on the screen.

As soon as the first counter-spiritual formation was drawn up, the formation on the screen flashed blue, the spiritual energy began to go haywire, making a harsh sound, the formation then became ineffective, and the screen dimmed a little.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he continued to draw the counter-spirit formation.

Every time a counter-spiritual formation is drawn, one formation is destroyed.

The ink on the screen gradually faded.

 When the ink painting destroyed all the formations, the ink on the entire screen faded away, leaving only a gray patch.

Mo Hua frowned.

 Is this solved or broken?

Mo Hua scanned with his spiritual consciousness and found that the screen was indeed ineffective and the barrier at the door was gone.

It's just that the blinding ink is still there.

Mo Hua simply took out the Qianjun stick and beat it against the screen.

　　beating the old screen into tatters.

The screen creaked, as if it was wailing, and then completely receded, eliminating the ink image, revealing the entrance to the secret room and the altar inside.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, felt overjoyed, and stepped in.

 In the secret room, the atmosphere became even gloomier.

On the altar covered with golden silk cloth, green candlelight flickered.

 blood bells, bones, coffins, not a few.

As well as the statue of the Zhang family's ancestor on the altar, where incense is burned and worshiped.

Mo Hua lowered his gaze and did not look at the statue of the ancestor. Instead, he quickly picked out the copper bells that were sacrificed with blood from the iron cup one by one and threw them into his storage bag.

 Then he searched the secret room again.

Spiritual stones, sacrifices, spiritual weapons and the like, as long as they looked valuable, or were engraved with formations, or had some origins, or were a little strange, he couldn't understand them all, and they were all picked up by ink paintings like wool. .

 Finally it was the turn of the statue of the Patriarch.

Mo Huaxu squinted his eyes and tried not to look. He planned to carefully remove the portrait and throw it into the storage bag.

 It can be done while his fingers are touching the portrait.

A cold spiritual thought suddenly spread into the sea of ​​ink painting consciousness.

There seemed to be an old but clear voice whispering in the ear:

 “Boy…you have amazing bones…”

 “You are gifted…”

“I will give you the opportunity to help you become an immortal…”

 “Look over here…”

"you…"

This voice, both real and illusory, tempted Mo Hua to look at the painting.

At the same time, the people in the painting seem to have changed. Their skin is gradually corrupting, and they are about to break out of the painting.

 Mo Hua noticed the slight sluggishness of his consciousness, quickly fell into concentration, and meditated quietly. In just a moment, he abandoned distracting thoughts and became clear-minded.

Mo Hua, who came back to his senses, waved his left hand and knocked over the altar.

He then pulled Zhang Quan's portrait of his ancestor to the ground.

After that, he picked up a bunch of things such as an incense burner, an iron lamp, a candlestick, etc., and smashed them on them. After smashing them, he even stepped on the portrait twice.

 The portrait immediately became honest...

Mo Hua snorted coldly in his heart.

 “Still want to trick me?”

 “I won't fall for the same trick a second time!”

Seeing that there was no movement in the portrait, Mo Hua folded it together, rubbed it randomly, and stuffed it into the storage bag.

 In just a dozen breaths, the corpse-controlling bell and the portrait were obtained.

Mo Hua's storage bag is also full.

Without further ado, let's get away!

Mo Hua was not sloppy at all. He left the altar with a few long steps, then climbed onto the beam, untied the formation, and easily escaped from Zhang Quan's secret room... At this moment, Zhang Quan still had no idea.

He stood on the outer wall of the zombie village and looked at the formation in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

 The formation is really all broken!

 Some were ineffective, some were destroyed, and some self-destructed due to a short-circuit of spiritual power when the formation was turned on.

Why? Why is it bad?

 Obviously when he looked at it two days ago, all the formations were still in good condition.

But in less than two days, the entire Zombie Village formation was completely destroyed, as if a whole layer of skin had been peeled off?

Who broke it?

Who can be so capable and destroy all the formations in his zombie village in such a short period of time?

 Is it a formation master?

 But here in Nanyue City, which formation master can have such high skills?

 Zhang Quan was both frightened and angry, and he said sternly:

 “Go and ask Mr. Yan to come over!”

A corpse cultivator muttered:

 “Mr. Yan, please come over...”

 Zhang Quan glared angrily and said coldly: "Where are the others?"

"Mr. Yan's room is sealed. We...can't open it..." the corpse cultivator hesitated.

 Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, “Take me there.”

Soon Zhang Quan arrived at Yan Jiaoxi's room.

The room was mottled everywhere and there were signs of being beaten, but the door was still closed.

 It seems that someone reinforced the formation from inside the room, making the wall strong and unable to be broken through from the outside.

Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, and he took action boldly and slapped the door with his palm.

There was a crack in the door, but Zhang Quan was also shaken so hard that his palms were slightly numb.

 Zhang Quan looked solemn.

 Who set up this formation?

 It's just a first-grade formation, but it's so hard?

Zhang Quan used all his strength to activate his spiritual power, with a powerful palm wind and continuous strength. It took half a cup of tea to break the door open.

The door of the room was broken, Zhang Quan looked intently.

 There was no one in the room.

Not only that, everything was also tidied up.

This man named Yan actually ran away?

 “The formation master really doesn't have any good things!”

Zhang Quan was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He felt his heart was numb and his thoughts were in chaos.

How did this person named Yan escape?

 Did he run away on his own, or did someone come to rescue him?

Who saved him? How was it saved?

 Did the man surnamed Yan tamper with the formation of the zombie village?

　　It is because he cooperates inside and outside, colludes with outsiders, and intends to destroy the zombie village.

Now that the incident has occurred, he fled in fear of crime.

Or, someone is secretly...

 Zhang Quan suddenly paused.

  In secret…

 Invisibility?

As far as he knew, there was only one person who could hide from the base-building consciousness and sneak into the zombie village without anyone noticing.

That kid who can use invisibility? !

 Zhang Quan frowned, and then felt something was wrong.

 There is a dust formation in the Zombie Village, and that kid shouldn't be able to get in...

 “That's not right,” Zhang Quan suddenly shook his head and his thoughts changed rapidly:

“The person named Yan has different intentions. There must be something wrong with the dust array he has set up, and he will definitely not be able to guard against that brat!”

 It is even possible that these two people are in the same group!

 Zhang Quan was furious, and then his heart jumped violently.

 Hide…hide…

 He suddenly changed his color, "Altar!"

Zhang Quan thought about it. If Mo Hua really hid in, then everything he did might be seen clearly.

 Even including, just now he opened the altar to offer sacrifices!

 Zhang Quan pushed his body skills to the extreme, and within a short time, he returned to his room.

 The door lock on the door is safe and sound, and the formation is also intact.

Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he unlocked the door and entered the door, he saw the broken screen.

 Zhang Quan's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.

 It's over!

He staggered into the secret room and took a closer look. His whole body felt numb.

 The secret room was in a mess.

The altar was overturned and ashes were scattered on the ground.

 The candle went out and the iron lamp overturned.

Zhang Quan trembled with his hands, lowered his head and rummaged around on the ground, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it.

The bronze bell for the sacrifice is gone...

 Zhang Quan looked up again.

 The portrait of the ancestor is gone too...

 Zhang Quan was so angry that his blood rushed to his heart, and he roared hoarsely:

 “Where is my corpse control bell?”

 “Where are my ancestors?!”

 (End of this chapter)

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