Chapter 439 The Walking Village


    Ink painting takes out the map of the deserted mountains of Nanyue City.


    It is said to be a map, but the texture is rough and the lines are simple. It only outlines some mountainous trends, and the rest is not at all.


    This barren mountain is rarely visited, so there is no detailed map.


    The picture in Mo Hua''s hand was what he asked Situ Fang before. It was a mountain and river situation map included in Daotingsi, Nanyue City.


    Ink painting recalls the trajectory of light spots on Si Nan’s compass, and on the map, he traces Zhang Quan’s tracks.


    Zhang Quan''s journey seems to be messy, but all his routes are concentrated in the forests between the two peaks east of the barren mountain.


    He came here to return to his lair.


    So the place where he refined and hid the corpse must be not far away.


    In order to avoid stalking, he must not dare to linger near his nest.


    So the location of his nest is probably west of his lingering position.


    Two places are separated by a mountain, looking at each other from afar.


    Mo Hua expressed his guess.


    Bai Zisheng said in confusion:


    "How do you know this?"


    Mo Hua said: "I am a demon hunter and often track monsters in the mountains. This is the basics of a demon hunter."


    "But Zhang Quan is not a monster."


    "It''s almost the same. He is not very human anyway. He probably has a very similar habit to a monster."


    Bai Zisheng nodded and asked again:


    "What if you guessed wrong?"


    "If you guess wrong, guess wrong, it will have no effect." Mo Hua said indifferently.


    Bai Zisheng sighed, "Okay..."


    Anyway, you have to look for it. It is better to have a direction than not.


    The three of them temporarily left Zhang Quan, crossed a mountain range, and went west of the barren mountain to find a place where Zhang Quan hides.


    Ink painting is not worried about Zhang Quan.


    Anyway, with the Si Nan compass, Zhang Quan couldn''t escape his palm. You can ignore it and let him play hide-and-seek with him.


    As long as they find the place where Zhang Quan is hiding, they can even turn their backs on the enemy and wait for the rabbit to plot against Zhang Quan.


    There is no special place to the west of the deserted mountains of Nanyue.


    There are still yellow grass, low trees, dry rocks, and steep peaks.


    The three of them searched together for a while, and then searched separately for a while, but still found nothing.


    At least on the surface, there are only weeds and mountains.


    Further out, although there are still continuous barren mountains, the distance is relatively far, and the range is too large, so it is not easy to search.


    Bai Zisheng said in confusion: "Isn''t it?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "No, we only searched for the first time."


    The demon hunter will not only search once if he searches the mountain.


    The first time I just look at the mountains and rivers, and have a general impression of the terrain in the sea of ??consciousness. In this way, if you compare the map, you will have a clear sense of road.


    Later, based on experience, select the route and search carefully.


    Mo Hua recalled the terrain below, guessing where it can be used to refine corpses or hide, where the terrain is special, and where the atmosphere is suspicious...


    Then I took out the pen, ticked a route, and continued to search.


    This time, the ink painting was searched very carefully.


    Every time he went, he would sit cross-legged, let go of his spiritual consciousness, and sense the thin flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, as well as the flow of various auras in the mountains.


    At the same time, he also had to calculate in his mind to see if there were any traces of the formation.


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were protecting him by Mo Hua’s side in case of cultivators or monsters sneak attacks.


    After searching for ink painting, I opened my eyes, got up and went to the next place, searching one by one.


    Such searches are relatively boring.


    And it needs to be calculated, and the spiritual consciousness consumes a lot.


    Fortunately, Mo Hua is patient enough, has a strong spiritual consciousness and has mastered meditation techniques, so his spiritual consciousness is restored quickly.


    Just walking and stopping like this, next to a group of bare rocks, the ink painting suddenly said "huh".


    Bai Zisheng''s eyes lit up, "Has you found it?"


    Mo Hua nodded slightly and said, "There is a formation."


    Bai Zisheng let go of his spiritual sense, glanced at it, and said helplessly: "Where is it?"


    He found nothing.


    Mo Hua pointed to the group of bald stones in front of him, "These are all formations."


    Bai Zisheng looked at the rocks, which were bright and bald, huge in size, and a large number. They were stacked together, blocking all the peaks.


    "What kind of formation is this?"


    Mo Hua shook his head, "I don''t know either. It looks like... a kind of earth-based illusion, you wait..."


    After saying that, Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the ground again.


    While closing his eyes and contemplating, he looked for a branch and drew something on the ground.


    Half an hour later, Mo Hua opened her eyes and pointed to the pattern on the ground and said:


    “This is how the array pattern is.”


    Bai Zisheng opened his mouth wide, "Have you even guessed the formation pattern?"


    Mo Hua corrected: "It''s ''calculation'', not ''guess''."


    "Counting" means you are professional, and it is what a first-grade small formation master with deep achievements in formation should do.


    "Guess" makes you look amateur and suspicious of being confused.


    Bai Zisheng was amazed and asked:


    "Is it the master who taught you the sci-fi?


    Mo Hua nodded.


    Bai Zisheng was envious.


    By learning to calculate the spiritual consciousness, you can see through the formation.


    The formation master on this barren mountain clearly used formations to hide his tracks, but because he set up the formation, in Mo Hua''s eyes, he was as clear as watching the fire.


    Even through derivation, specific array patterns can be derived.


    It''s really a shame...


    Bai Zisheng sighed.


    It’s a pity that he doesn’t have enough spiritual consciousness and cannot learn it.


    Of course, even if you can learn it, you probably won’t be able to learn it. Even if you learn it, you may not be able to use it as well as ink painting.


    In terms of formation, he, the youngest brother, has always been a "little pervert" in his heart...


    Mo Hua suddenly moved his mind and looked at Bai Zisheng with a bad look:


    "Saying bad things about me again?"


    Bai Zisheng was completely helpless, "I praise you in my heart..."


    Mo Hua snorted, "Are you guessing I believe it?"


    Bai Zisheng sighed and had to apologize, then immediately changed the subject and said: "How can this formation be broken?"


    Mo Hua said: "No need to break it, it''s just a cover-up."


    He let go of his spiritual sense and peeked at him, and said:


    "You follow me."


    Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi nodded.


    Mo Hua walked straight to the bald stone, then gently stretched out his hand, and his fingers fell into the rocks.


    Mo Hua continued to walk forward, and the whole person walked directly into the stone.


    Bai Zisheng was shocked, and Bai Zixi was also slightly stunned.


    These bare rocks are all illusions, not real objects.


    The two looked at each other and walked in with Mo Hua.


    After entering the rocks, it was pitch black in front of me, but the ink painting seemed to be clear about everything and led the way in front of me with a familiarity.


    After walking for a moment, my eyes lit up and a stone gate appeared in front of me.


    The door was gloomy and deadly, and there was a faint smell of rotten smell at the door.


    And on the door, there are three mottled and rough words:


    Walking Village.


    Mo Hua frowned, walking zombie village?


    The three of them did not go in directly, but hid their bodies, found a big stone nearby, squatted underneath, and put their three little heads together.


    “It’s a copycat again…”


    "The village in the mountains is naturally a copycat." Bai Zixi said.


    "The zombie village... This village is not just used to refine corpses..."


    “It’s possible.”


    "It''s a little trouble now..."


    "What''s wrong?"


    Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Since it is a copycat, it means that there will be no monk inside, but many monks..."


    "Zhang Quan is not alone, but should be a leader, at least a leader."


    Bai Zisheng asked, "What should I do now? Will you rush in and kill them all?"


    Mo Hua was helpless: "Can you finish killing?"


    "How do you know if you don''t try?"


    Bai Zisheng''s eyes were bright and his expression was eager to try, and he wanted to rush in immediately and suppress the parcel.


    Bai Zixi silently twisted his arm, and then he became honest.


    Mo Hua said: "Everything must be prepared for the future and you cannot do it rashly. I will go in invisible first and see the situation before talking about it."


    "Are you going alone?"


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded: "I''m familiar with this."


    He was alone at the beginning, and he sneaked into the Black Mountain Village without knowing it.


    At that time, it was still a bit dangerous for him to sneak into Heishan Village.


    But now it’s different.


    Now his spiritual sense is deeper, his concealment technique is stronger, and his formation is far superior to that of ordinary first-grade formation masters, and he is not afraid even when facing foundation building.


    Although ink painting cannot build the foundation, it cannot see it even if it builds the foundation.


    Bai Zixi disagreed, "Let''s go together!"


    Bai Zisheng also nodded in agreement.


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "You can''t hide, you will be discovered by the foundation building."


    Bai Zixi was still a little worried.


    Mo Hua said, "I''ll go in, you''ll help me. If something goes wrong, I''ll set off fireworks and you rush in to help me."


    That being said, it is highly likely that this will not happen.


    Bai Zixi thought about it, but there was no other good idea, so she could only nod.


    Bai Zisheng was a little disappointed and immediately reminded:


    "Don''t be afraid when you encounter an accident. Just set off fireworks. Brother, I rush in and slaughter them... No, I''m protecting you!"


    Bai Zisheng still wants to fight.


    Ink painting is a little helpless.


    After that, Mo Hua stopped talking about anything, but hid his body and quietly touched the zombie village.


    Before entering the zombie village, Mo Hua first released his spiritual sense, determined the location of several monks at the gate, and then quietly avoided it and walked around.


    Later, I found a hidden place and put my spiritual consciousness to the extreme.


    It will be quickly taken back only once each time.


    Like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving no trace.


    After a cup of tea, then release the spiritual consciousness.


    After testing this with his spiritual sense three or four times, he didn''t notice anything abnormal. Mo Hua then breathed a sigh of relief.


    It seems that there is no foundation building in the zombie village.


    Or, although there is foundation building, the spiritual consciousness is not strong, and it is not enough to discover the peeping of ink paintings.


    The mentality of ink painting became much calmer.


    He began to look at the layout of the zombie village and the monks inside.


    The walking zombie village is built against the mountain, with a simple structure, with wooden houses built and caves dug.


    Not simple, it is the rich corpse energy inside and many dead auras.


    Ink paintings can only reveal many coffins by sweeping the spiritual consciousness.


    Most of these coffins are wooden coffins, but there are several pairs, and the corpse energy is heavier. They are iron coffins made of fine iron and are maintained with evil formations.


    The corpse raised inside should be stronger iron corpses.


    There are many dead people in the entire village and few living people.


    Living monks seem to be not all corpse cultivators.


    Only a few monks were able to control corpses, wearing gray robe and pale skin.


    In addition, most monks look more like robbers.


    Ink painting is a bit unexpected.


    Apart from this, it is the formation.


    As expected, there are many formations around the zombie village.


    Most of these formations are below the first grade, and the lower one is seven or eight patterns, and at most nine patterns.


    Mo Hua untied several formations, looked carefully, and suddenly became stunned.


    He is very familiar with the brushwork of these array patterns.


    Neat and rigorous, even a bit rigid.


    When he learned array patterns at Tongxianmen, he used such array patterns as a model.


    This is...the formation drawn by Yan Xuexi...


    (This chapter ends)