Asking About Longevity Chapter 510

Chapter 510 Chase

Lu Chengyun's spirit stone warehouse was destroyed, cutting off the supply of spirit stones. The operation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Array was sluggish, and the speed of refining corpses was also getting slower and slower.

Yang Jishan was overjoyed.

 Other monks also breathed a sigh of relief.

 During the battle, Lu Chengyun lost the zombies.

 What they wasted was a human life.

Now that the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation has been reduced and gradually stopped, it would be a good thing for our side to get rid of this endless loss.

 Tao soldiers and monks from all walks of life couldn't help but feel grateful for the ink paintings.

 The next step is a head-on battle.

 The Taoist commander led each team of Taoist soldiers and monks from all sides to fight with the iron zombies and walking zombies.

Yang Jishan gave orders and coordinated the arrangements, and Mo Hua followed him to watch the battle.

 In the corpse mine, the battle is fierce.

The monk's sword intersected with the zombie's minions, spiritual power and corpse energy intertwined, corpse poison filled the air, spells flew everywhere, monks fell one by one, and zombies were strangled one by one.

　　It is both tragic and magnificent.

Mo Hua looked shocked.

Although I have seen monks fighting with zombies sporadically before, when I escaped, I also fought against zombies.

But at this moment, standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the overall situation, I still feel that the fighting scene in front of me is extremely cruel and shocking.

 Then Mo Hua felt compassion again.

 These Dao soldiers are also human beings.

 Although his cultivation level is low, he can only be a humble soldier in this war.

 But they also have parents and may have wives and children.

Some people will be heartbroken if they die here.

 These zombies were humans when they were alive, and they were probably miserable mine repairmen.

During his lifetime, he was oppressed by the Lu family, and he would be reduced to cannon fodder after his death.

Mo Hua sighed.

  Can't continue to waste like this.

 If the fight continues 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 consciousness to calculate, and distinguished the priority sequence of the Lingshu control among the corpses, and then said to Yang Jishan:

“Uncle Yang, the big iron corpse, the one-armed iron corpse, and the fat iron corpse must be killed first.”

Yang Jishan was slightly startled, "Why?"

He didn't quite understand. There were dozens of iron corpses in this battlefield. Why did Mo Hua kill only these few first?

These iron corpses don't look to be the strongest either.

Mo Hua explained:

“The walking corpses on this scene are divided into two categories.”

“One type is controlled by corpse cultivators using corpse control bells.”

“The other type is controlled by the iron corpse through formations.”

“There are few zombies controlled by the corpse cultivator, and they fight independently, so the threat is not great; but the zombies controlled by the formation are different..."

"The formations on these three iron corpses control the largest number of walking corpses. If you kill them, nearly half of the walking corpses will become a mob. They are only driven by instinct and have no coordination. They cannot become corpse soldiers and are easy to deal with. of."

Yang Jishan was stunned, "How do you know this?"

 Master Yun on the side was also a little surprised.

 They only know that these zombies are controlled through formations.

 But they don't know how to control it or what the principles behind it are.

Mo Hua said vaguely: "I have seen the formation drawn by Lu Chengyun, so I can calculate it."

Yang Jishan nodded as if he understood.

Master Yun was stunned.

Calculate?

"not…"

He had some vague guesses, but he couldn't believe it for a moment.

Yang Jishan called someone over and ordered:

“Give me the order to assemble three teams of Taoist soldiers. Ignore the other zombies and kill only the three iron corpses!”

"yes!"

 The Taoist soldiers took the order and passed on the order.

After a while, the three foundation-building commanders, each leading a team of Taoist soldiers, suddenly rushed out and went straight to the three iron corpses on the battlefield.

  Using the heart to calculate the heartlessness.

In less than half an hour, the three iron corpses were killed and their hearts were shattered.

Three iron corpses were dead, and most of the corpse soldiers on the field suddenly rioted, like headless flies, running left and right, trying to select people to devour.

 This is a sign of losing control and acting on instinct, driven by corpse energy.

 For ordinary monks, out-of-control zombies are quite troublesome.

But in this type of monks' battle, the out-of-control zombies are like a piece of loose sand without control. Even if they are violent and bloodthirsty, the threat will be greatly reduced in the face of well-coordinated Taoist soldiers.

Yang Jishan was refreshed.

 “It really works!”

He immediately waved the command flag and ordered the Taoist soldiers to form a formation, like a millstone, and strangled the out-of-control corpses bit by bit.

Once the walking corpses have been strangled, the remaining iron corpses are no longer to be feared in front of the groups of Taoist soldiers.

 A general without soldiers is no longer a general.

Without the corpse soldiers, the iron corpse is just an ordinary iron corpse.

Tao soldiers are like guillotines, rushing through the battlefield and harvesting the walking corpses.

 The situation soon became clear.

 The advantage of Daoting became more and more obvious, while the losses of the corpse soldiers became more and more serious.

Soon Lu Chengyun gave the order and controlled the corpses to retreat.

 The suppression of the corpse mines took a long time.

 This is just one battle over so many days, and one victory among many.

 But this victory is the one with the clearest outcome.

Yang Jishan let out a long sigh of relief.

 In subsequent battles, Yang Jishan will bring ink paintings with him.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, scanned the battlefield, and then mentally calculated for a moment, he told Yang Jishan which walking corpses were controlled by which iron corpses, and which iron corpses were killed, the walking corpses there would collapse.

It's not just that.

There are some difficult corpse repairs, what methods are used.

 How to restrain some severe corpse poisons.

 How to break some evil formations.

 The ink paintings are so rare that they are presented one by one.

 Those involving formations can be seen through by him at a glance;

 The information about the corpse mine was something he overheard secretly when he was hiding;

Some of the things related to corpse refining were learned from corpse refining books, and some were summed up through encounters with the founder of the Zhang family and the elders of the past generations...

The more Yang Jishan listened, the more frightened he became.

He almost suspected that Mo had built this corpse mine himself, he had drawn all the formations, he had recruited these corpse cultivators, and these zombies were also refined by him and controlled by him...

Even Mo Hua himself is a little demon of the corpse path...

 Otherwise, how could it be so familiar?

Of course, Yang Jishan just thought about it and knew that this was impossible.

“I guess I found it out when I was in the corpse mine…”

Yang Jishan was amazed.

 He finally understood why his fifth brother Yang Jiyong respected this little brother so much.

 Proficient in formations, courageous and resourceful, with a pure heart.

You can still find out such detailed information without anyone noticing...

Isn't this the talent that the Dao Bing Division needs most?

Yang Jishan looked at the ink paintings with bright eyes, wishing he could take the ink paintings back to the Yang family...

On the other side, Lu Chengyun's face was filled with clouds.

He never expected that within a few days, the situation would take a turn for the worse.

 All his details seem to have been seen through.

 The layout of the stone palace, the arrangement of the corpse soldiers, the operation of the formation...

The other party is also seizing on the flaws and cannibalizing itself bit by bit.

Lu Chengyun felt pressure, even a little bit suffocated.

It is as if the net weaved long ago is gradually closing in, getting tighter and tighter. Once it is completely closed and traps oneself, then oneself will be a fish on a knife and can only be slaughtered by others.

“The corpse mine won't last long…”

 There is no point in holding on any longer.

　　If you keep cutting off things, you will be subject to chaos.

Lu Chengyun thought about quitting:

 “We must find a way to escape from the golden cicada's shell and find another way to make a living.”

 “As long as you escape, there is still a chance.”

“Escape, hide your name, and find a family or sect to cling to…”

“Although I am quite old, my face does not look old, and I am still gentle and elegant…”

 “With one's own ability, if one can get married once, he can get married a second time.”

“At worst, I'll find an older bride-in-law…”

“There are so many stupid women in this world who only care about their faces, how can they fool another one.”

“There are fewer corpses, so we can practice again.”

“The Ten Thousand Corpses Formation is gone, we can build it again.”

“As long as the Corpse King is still in my hands and listens to my orders, sooner or later I can change my appearance and make a comeback!”

Lu Chengyun's expression turned gloomy, his eyes showing a cold light.

 After that, the zombie group's offensive became more urgent.

　　At any cost, a desperate counterattack seems to be in order to perish together.

Yang Jishan frowned and said, "Lu Chengyun, are you going to risk your life?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "No, he wanted to run for his life."

 He understands Lu Chengyun very well.

Such a selfish person, who definitely puts his own life first, how could he coexist and die with a corpse mine?

He doesn't care about the Xiaolingyin Sect back then or the Lu family now.

Even if the Lu family is wiped out and the corpse mine is destroyed, Lu Chengyun will still be able to escape from his shell and find another force to inhabit.

Sure enough, a few days later, there was a scuffle.

Mo Hua suddenly noticed a familiar aura mixed in among the corpse cultivators.

This breath is very obscure, but it has not escaped the perception of the peak of the thirteen lines of ink painting. There were also monks present who were in the middle stage of foundation building, and their spiritual awareness was stronger than that of Mo Hua, but they were not familiar with Lu Chengyun, so they couldn't notice it.

 The ink painting follows this breath.

As expected, I saw a corpse cultivator with his face covered and a familiar but sneaky figure.

At a glance at the ink painting, one can tell that this person is Lu Chengyun.

Mo Hua pointed his little hand and shouted quickly:

“Uncle Yang, that person is Lu Chengyun, he wants to run away!”

Yang Jishan was startled, then his expression changed, he waved his flag, pointed at Lu Chengyun, and shouted:

"catch him!"

 Several groups of Taoist soldiers formed a long dragon and headed straight for Lu Chengyun.

Lu Chengyun was startled and cursed in a low voice.

 But he was also secretly frightened. He had concealed his cultivation. On the surface, he was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. How on earth could he be recognized?

Lu Chengyun was puzzled, but since he was discovered and couldn't escape, he had no choice but to retreat back to the stone palace.

 The fighting subsided and Lu Chengyun did not escape.

 “Running at this time?”

Mo Hua felt something strange. He scanned the stone hall with his spiritual consciousness and found that the aura of the formation in the stone hall had changed.

Mo Hua made some calculations in his mind and understood the whole story.

 In the stone palace, Lu Chengyun had laid out many earth-shattering formations.

Once he escaped, he activated the earth-shattering formation, blew up the stone palace, collapsed the corpse mine, and buried all the corpse cultivators together with the monks from the Taoist court.

 Even if the foundation-building monks can escape.

 A large number of Qi Refining monks will also die in the corpse mine.

 All the 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 refine these dead monks into corpse soldiers.

Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly cold.

“Lu Chengyun is really vicious!”

 Ink painting is also a bit scary.

Afterwards, everyone was wary of the Earth Splitting Formation and did not dare to press too hard.

Mo Hua also spent some time deducing the positions of the Earth Splitting Formation, marked them one by one, and handed them to Yang Jishan.

Whenever the Dao soldiers gain an advantage and repel the corpse soldiers, they will send people to destroy part of the Earth Splitting Formation.

 The Earth Fission Formation is reduced little by little.

Lu Chengyun finally couldn't bear it anymore. Late one night, while the Taoist soldiers retreated, he activated all the remaining ground cracking formations, causing the corpse mine to shake.

There are not many earth-shattering formations and they are not very powerful, but they cause chaos.

Lu Chengyun was also protected by the Corpse King and Iron Corpse, covering up the killings and escaping from the corpse mine.

Groups of walking corpses are fearless and fearless, forming a tide of corpses and serving as the rear of Lu Chengyun's palace.

Yang Jishan led Taoist soldiers and monks from all sides to pursue and kill him.

 The battle moved from beneath the corpse mine to above the corpse mountain.

Monks and zombies are fighting all over the mountains and plains.

There are also many zombies that have lost control and become zombies, wandering around the mountains...

The battle lasted for a whole day, and finally Lu Chengyun fled to a dark and remote mountain top a hundred miles away from Nanyue City.

The top of the mountain is desolate and vast, with no human habitation.

There are only rugged rocks and black dead grass everywhere.

Yang Jishan looked over the map and found that the name of the mountain here was marked on the map:

 Graveyard.

 His expression instantly became solemn.

 Other monks also had forebodings.

This is definitely not a good place.

Yang Jishan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The battle is here to determine whether Lu Chengyun can be captured, the corpse king suppressed, and all the corpses destroyed.

 He ordered: "Be careful and enter the mountain!"

 The Taoist troops marched towards the graveyard.

Just as he entered the mountain boundary, the earth in the mountains shook, the gravel shook, and zombies crawled out of the soil.

These zombies are older and have stronger corpse poison.

 And among them, there are also many iron corpses mixed in.

Yang Jishan's face is as sinking as water.

besides?

How many years has this Lu Chengyun been practicing, and how many corpses have he made?

Is this graveyard just like the corpse mine, another place where he refines corpses?

Yang Jishan frowned.

The Taoist soldiers were exhausted after chasing for a long time. They were about to catch up with Lu Chengyun, but unexpectedly, a new zombie appeared.

 It's endless…

This Lu Chengyun is really scheming.

Yang Jishan had no choice but to have everyone stationed outside the tomb mountain, keeping an eye on the movements inside the tomb mountain to prevent him from escaping.

 Everyone discussed what to do next.

“The question now is, how many zombies are there in this graveyard?”

 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 definitely be ambushed…”

 “We don't have enough people…”

Yang Jishan frowned, his expression stern.

 Since the fighting, a lot of troops have been lost.

Most of the remaining monks were injured, and some of them had to use serum pills to suppress the corpse poison, making it impossible to do anything.

　Today, the remaining strength is less than one-third.

And it is still unknown how many zombies Lu Chengyun has in his hands.

In case Lu Chengyun is pretending to be defeated and causing them to chase, and ambush them, then they will inevitably suffer a lot.

 But this graveyard is lonely and gloomy, and filled with poisonous miasma.

How can we know how many zombies are inside?

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Catch a walking corpse and then an iron corpse."

Yang Jishan was slightly startled.

Mo Hua continued: "If I look at the formation patterns on their bodies, I can roughly estimate how many zombies Lu Chengyun has in his hands."

Yang Jishan was a little stunned.

 Other formation masters also looked at each other in confusion.

Master Yun's eyes were slightly focused, thoughtful.

“Can this be estimated?” Yang Jishan asked uncertainly.

 “Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.

Yang Jishan didn't quite understand, but he had no other good ideas. He thought for a moment, nodded and said:

"good."

He personally took action and led several Taoist soldiers to capture three walking corpses and an iron corpse, and trapped them with iron chains.

 The zombies roared and struggled.

 Corpse poison is like blood, flowing out from the zombie's body and soaking in the iron rope, emitting a pungent rotten smell.

These zombies are obviously more violent and poisonous.

Bai Zisheng stood in front of Mo Hua to prevent the zombies from getting out of control and hurting Mo Hua.

Bai Zixi was behind Mo Hua, her white fingertips condensed with sword energy, quietly on guard.

Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang, cut open the chest."

Yang Jishan nodded.

He has done this kind of thing once before, so he is familiar with it.

 After a moment, the skin of the zombie's heart was cut open, revealing the formation connected to the flesh and blood inside.

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and drew out the formation. Then he screened it a little and found out a few special sequence formation patterns.

 Lingshu Array uses sequential array patterns to "encode" zombies.

By deducing the sequence pattern, you can reverse the "encoding" and get the number of all sequences in the entire Lingshu Array system, that is, the number of all zombies.

This kind of ink painting has not been done before.

 Because this kind of calculation is relatively complex, it not only consumes spiritual consciousness, but also tests the understanding of the formation.

And since refining the visualization diagram, my spiritual consciousness has reached the peak of the Thirteen Patterns, and after drawing the Lingshu Formation hundreds of times, my spiritual sense of ink painting is strong, and I have a clear understanding of the Lingshu Formation, so I can try it. Let's do this kind of calculation.

Mo Hua looked at the sequence pattern, frowned, and concentrated on calculations.

Yang Jishan and others couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when they saw the ink paintings concentrating on it, and they didn't dare to express their anger.

I don't know how long it took before Mo Hua came back to his senses. He took a long breath and turned slightly pale.

Yang Jishan said nervously: "How?"

Mo Hua muttered:

 “I can only make a rough estimate, not very precise…”

 “It's okay, it's okay.” Yang Jishan said.

Mo Hua then continued: "...According to the sequence pattern, there are about forty iron corpses and five thousand walking corpses controlled by the Corpse King in this tomb."

Yang Jishan nodded and frowned.

 This situation is a bit serious.

The walking corpses were fine, but these forty or so iron corpses were indeed beyond his expectation and not easy to deal with.

But there is one more thing Yang Jishan is more curious about:

 “How on earth did you calculate it?”

Mo Hua scratched his head, pointed at a pattern and said:

“These formations are connected and have an internal sequence. You can calculate them with some spiritual knowledge..."

Yang Jishan doesn't understand.

 He turned his head and looked at the other formation masters, and found that the other formation masters also looked confused.

Only Master Yun was stunned and murmured in his heart:

This is...among all the formation masters of the Yun family, only the ancestors can do it...divine calculation?

 You know how to calculate things at a young age?

 Is this something he can learn at his age?

Master Yun looked at the childish ink paintings, his mood fluctuated.

  This plot is coming to an end~

 (End of this chapter)

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