Chapter 447: Snatch it


    The question afterwards is, how to break the screen?


    Ink painting was thinking silently.


    Generally speaking, screens are spiritual weapons, and there are formations on them.


    Then untie the formation and break the spiritual weapon and make the screen invalid.


    But I don’t know what formation is drawn on the screen, nor what the formation pattern of Shengke is, so I naturally can’t untie the formation.


    Since it cannot be solved, then it will be ruined?


    Using the reverse spirit formation, break the formation structure, destroy the array eye, and destroy the formation itself?


    Ink painting is thinking.


    At this time, 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 is more rough.


    Once the formation is destroyed, the screen will be broken.


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


    The secret room may also be sealed and no one can get in.


    The best situation is that the formation is destroyed, without the blessing of the formation, the screen fails, and the secret room is open.


    You can sneak in and pack everything away.


    The worst case is that the screen destroys itself and no one can get in.


    I can''t get in, and Zhang Quan can''t get in either.


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


    It doesn’t matter if you can’t get in.


    If Zhang Quan cannot enter, he will no longer control the corpse control bell. If he does not control the corpse control bell, he will not be able to control the iron corpse, and his strength will be greatly damaged.


    Without the iron corpse, the corpse village will lose its foundation-building combat power, so it is naturally vulnerable.


    No matter how you think about it, it will do nothing to you.


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


    When the first reverse spirit formation was drawn, the formation on the screen flashed with blue light, and the spiritual power began to mess up, making a harsh sound. The formation failed and the screen became a little dimmed.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and continued to draw the reverse spirit formation.


    Every time a reverse spirit formation is drawn, one of the formations will be destroyed.


    The ink color on the screen gradually dimmed.


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


    Ink painting frowned.


    Is this an answer or a broken one?


    The ink painting scanned with his spiritual sense and found that the screen had indeed failed and the barrier at the door was gone.


    But the ink painting is still there.


    Mo Hua simply took out a thousand-pound stick and beat the screen.


    The originally old screen was torn to pieces.


    The screen squeaked, as if it was wailing, and then it completely retreated, eliminating the ink and wash images, revealing the hole of the secret room and the altar inside.


    Mo Hua breathed relieved, was overjoyed, and walked in.


    In the secret room, the breath became even more gloomy.


    On the altar paved with golden silk cloth, green candles swayed.


    There are many blood bells, bones, and coffins.


    And the statue of the Zhang family ancestor who was burning incense and worshipped on the altar.


    Mo Hua lowered his eyes and did not look at the image of the ancestor. Instead, he quickly picked out the copper bells that were refined 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, etc., as long as they look valuable, they are engraved with formations, some origins, or some strange things, they are all taken away by ink paintings like wool.


    Finally, it was the turn of the statue of the ancestor.


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


    While his fingers touch the portrait.


    A cold divine thought suddenly came into the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting.


    There seemed to be an old but clear voice, murmured in his ear:


    "Boy...you have a very good bones..."


    "You are gifted..."


    "I''ll tell you the opportunity... to help you become an immortal..."


    "Look here..."


    "you…"


    This sound seemed real and illusory, seducing the ink painting to see that painting.


    At the same time, the person in the painting seems to have changed, and the skin gradually corroded, and it is about to break out of the picture.


    Mo Hua noticed the slight stagnation of his spiritual consciousness, quickly entered into meditation, meditated quietly, and gave up distracting thoughts in just a moment, and his mind was clear.


    Mo Hua waved her left hand and knocked over the altar.


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


    Then he picked up a pile of things such as incense burner, iron cup, candlestick, etc., and smashed it on it. After smashing it, he stepped on the portrait twice.


    The portrait became honest immediately...


    Mo Hua snorted coldly in her heart.


    "Do you still want to be fooled by me?"


    "I won''t beat the same routine for the second time!"


    Seeing that the portrait was no longer moving, Mohua folded it together, rubbed it randomly, and stuffed it into the storage bag.


    In just over a dozen breaths, the corpse control bell and the portrait were obtained.


    The storage bag of ink painting is also full of storage.


    No need to delay, it’s a good time to get off!


    Mo Hua did not drag her back at all. She left the altar with a few vertical steps, then turned over the beam, untied the formation, and easily escaped from Zhang Quan''s secret room... At this moment, Zhang Quan was still unaware of it.


    He stood on the outer wall of the zombie village, looking at the formation in front of him, and his eyes were full of disbelief.


    The formation is really broken!


    Some of them are invalid, some are destroyed, and some are short-circuited when the formation is opened and the spiritual power is self-destructed.


    Why? Why is it bad?


    Obviously, when he saw it two days ago, all the formations were still fine.


    But in less than two days, the entire zombie village was destroyed, as if a whole layer of skin was stripped off?


    Who broke it?


    Who can have such great ability to destroy all the formations in his zombie village in such a short period of time?


    Is it a formation master?


    But which formation master can have such high means in Nanyue City?


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


    "Go and invite Mr. Yan over!"


    The corpse repairman said stutteringly:


    "Mr. Yan, please don''t want to come..."


    Zhang Quan glared and said in a cold voice: "Where are others?"


    "Mr. Yan''s room has been sealed, we... cannot be opened..." The corpse cultivator hesitated.


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


    Soon Zhang Quan arrived at Teacher Yan’s room.


    The room was mottled everywhere, with signs of being hit, but the door was still closed.


    It seems that someone strengthened the formation from the room, making the walls solid and unable to be broken from outside.


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


    There was a crack in the door, but Zhang Quan was also shocked and his palm was slightly numb.


    Zhang Quan looked solemn.


    Who set up the formation?


    What is the mere first-grade formation so hard?


    Zhang Quan devoted all his strength to activate his spiritual power, and his palms were full of strength. It took him half a cup of tea to break the door.


    The door was broken, and Zhang Quan looked at it carefully.


    There is no figure in the room.


    Not only that, the things were also cleaned up.


    This man surnamed Yan actually ran away?


    "The formation master does not have a good thing!"


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


    How did this Yan run away?


    Did he run away by himself, or did someone come to save him?


    Who saved it? How to save it?


    Is the formation of the zombie village a tampered with this surname Yan?


    He cooperated inside and outside, colluded with outsiders, and intended to destroy the zombie village.


    Now that the incident happened, I fled for fear of guilt.


    Or, someone secretly...


    Zhang Quan suddenly stopped.


    In the secret...


    Concealment?


    As far as he knows, there is only one person who can hide from the foundation-building consciousness and sneak into the zombie village without knowing it.


    That little devil who knows concealment? !


    Zhang Quan frowned, and then he felt something was wrong again.


    There is a dust array in the zombie village, and that little devil shouldn''t be able to get in...


    "No," Zhang Quan suddenly shook his head and turned his mind sharply:


    "The man surnamed Yan has a strange intention. There must be a problem with the dust array he set up, and he will definitely not be able to prevent that little devil!"


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


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


    Hidden…hidden…


    He changed color and said, "Altar!"


    Zhang Quan remembered that if Mo Hua really hid in, everything he did might be seen clearly.


    Even including, he opened the altar to sacrifice bell just now!


    Zhang Quan urged his body to the extreme, but in just a moment, he returned to his room.


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


    Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he opened the door lock, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the shattered screen.


    Zhang Quan''s legs became weak and he almost couldn''t stand firm.


    It''s over!


    He staggered and walked into the secret room. When he looked closely, his scalp was numb.


    In the secret room, there was a mess.


    The altar was knocked over and incense ashes were scattered all over the floor.


    The candle was extinguished and the iron cup was turned over.


    Zhang Quan shook his hands and lowered his head and flipped around the ground, but no matter how he searched, he couldn''t find it.


    The copper bell for sacrifice is gone...


    Zhang Quan looked up again.


    The portrait of the ancestor is gone...


    Zhang Quan was so angry that his blood and his heart attacked, and he shouted:


    "Where is my corpse control bell?"


    "Where is my ancestor?!"


    (This chapter ends)