Chapter 499 Sacrifice


    Should I feed the pictures with me, or should I feed the pictures with me?


    Mo Hua licked her lips, and the visualization picture seemed to tremble as the candlelight swayed.


    The coffin is cold and it is quite comfortable to lie down.


    The ink painting is waiting inside...


    But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.


    Ink painting frowned.


    What''s going on?


    I promised to use it as a sacrifice, why no one came to "eat" me?


    After waiting for a while, there was still no response in the coffin.


    "Is the coffin broken?"


    "Or is it the mantra that Lu Chengyun recited is wrong?"


    "Or, this visualization picture can only feed only the disciples of the Zhang family?"


    Not right...


    A group of zombies, some of them are eaten, who will care who will feed them?


    "Will that... be my problem?"


    Mo Hua was stunned, then concentrated on his senses and found that something was abnormal in the coffin.


    There was a sound in the coffin.


    This sound is very subtle, floating, sometimes far and sometimes near...


    Mo Hua listened carefully and then he realized that an old man was talking, his voice intermittently and full of seduction:


    "You... have a wonderful bone..."


    “…The constitution is special, and the highest-grade spiritual roots are hidden in the meridians…”


    "You and I have a fate, I will pass on your way... to help you ascend to immortality..."


    …


    Mo Hua curled her lips.


    If you really can ascend to immortality, if you don’t reach the top yourself, you will pass it on to others?


    This voice is obviously the voice of Zhang Quan’s ancestor.


    I have heard of ink painting many times before.


    He thought about it carefully and suddenly became slightly stunned.


    Could this voice be the key to sacrifice?


    Only by believing in his words can one enter the sacrifice?


    I have a deep spiritual consciousness, a firm heart of Taoism, and I don’t believe in its nonsense, so if it can’t enter the coffin, it will not be able to “eat” itself?


    Ink painting feels possible...


    He convinced himself and pretended to "believe" the old man''s nonsense.


    Sure enough, after a moment, the sound became clearer and clearer, as if it was directly heard in the sea of ??consciousness of the ink painting.


    "You and I have the fate to help you become an immortal..."


    "Help you become an immortal..."


    This voice is old, kind and compassionate.


    At the same time, Mo Hua''s eyes were blurred and a picture appeared.


    This ink painting looks very familiar, and it is the master of the Zhang family that he has coveted for a long time!


    Unlike the real picture, the ancestor’s picture at this time is filled with clouds and smoke, and in the floating light, gold light is hidden, and the characters on it are all covered with gold edges.


    The ancestors of the Zhang family have been like immortals standing in the clouds and mists, one by one, and the fairy spirit is floating.


    Seeing this, Mo Hua looked forward to her with a little face, but she thought to herself:


    "Just just cheat others. Don''t pretend to behave in front of your Zhang family''s ''little ancestor''..."


    "I don''t know, you are all a group of old zombies..."


    Mo Hua felt in her heart, and when she looked at the picture of the Zhang family’s ancestor, she was suddenly stunned.


    He found an acquaintance among these "people".


    This acquaintance is actually Zhang Quan!


    He was at the end with a respectful look. He looked at Mo Hua, but his eyes were a little surprised, resentful and drooling.


    Ink painting was a little surprised.


    Zhang Quan is not dead?


    No, or...


    His body was dead, but his divine thoughts were not dead yet. Like the ancestors of the Zhang family, his divine thoughts turned into evil spirits and were parasitized in the visualization picture...


    Ink painting gradually figured it out.


    No wonder Zhang Quan wanted to see his master''s picture of Zhang family before he died.


    It’s not really as he said, as he was ashamed of his ancestors and wanted to kowtow to apologize.


    Instead, I want to enter the picture after death, and live for the ghost and the accomplice in the visualization picture.


    It doesn’t matter whether Lu Chengyun opens the picture or not. As long as he takes out the visualization picture from the storage bag, he has already given Zhang Quan a chance.


    Ink painting has to be admitted.


    I did underestimate Zhang Quan.


    Zhang Quan is not as stupid as he thinks.


    Lu Chengyun obviously did not expect that Zhang Quanneng could have such a scheming and that the Zhang family could have such unpredictable means.


    Mo Hua frowned again.


    "But... not all monks can receive such ''treatment'' after their death..."


    The death of the body is gone, and there is great horror.


    Many monks are about to go to their best in order to keep themselves alive.


    The Qian family ancestor refined life pills, and the Lu family ancestor refined himself into a corpse, all because he was afraid of death and wanted to survive. If this picture is really parasitic.


    Even if you don’t have a physical body, old villains like the ancestor of the Qian family and the ancestor of the Lu family who do evil will definitely be willing to turn into a ghost and live in the picture...


    There is not much knowledge about ink painting, but I think it shouldn''t be that simple...


    "Is the Zhang family''s bloodline special, or is this visualization picture...it itself is more special?"


    Ink painting was pondering in my heart again.


    After thinking for a while, he remembered that now is not the time to consider these things. He still has to hold a "Hongmen Banquet" to entertain the "guests".


    At this moment, the Zhang family has already entered the sea of ??consciousness of ink painting.


    There are five people in total.


    Two elders and three disciples, one of them was Zhang Quan.


    Zhang Quan has the lowest seniority, but his cultivation is quite high, and he already has the foundation-building realm, so he is considered the most qualified disciple.


    But what he faced was his ancestors, so his attitude was very low and his tone was very respectful.


    After entering the sea of ??ink painting, Zhang Quan asked carefully:


    "Elder Song and Elder Si, should we come in first? Shouldn''t our ancestors enjoy it first?"


    “It’s okay.”


    The Iron Corpse Elder, known as "Elder Song", said calmly, "What the ancestor relies on is the divine thoughts that are connected to our blood. If we are the younger generations, the ancestor will be strong. This kind of devouring and nourishing is not a problem for him to take action himself..."


    Zhang Quan admired and said, "I am worthy of being my ancestor!"


    Elder Song nodded and said, "The ancestor''s methods are not something that we younger generations can guess."


    He looked at Zhang Quan again and praised: "You can cultivate the foundation and carry forward the corpse path. Even if you die in the end, you will be considered a great contribution..."


    "Talent, mind, and means can rank among the top among my Zhang family disciples."


    "The most important thing is that you are sincere in filial piety to your ancestors, which is appreciated."


    "Once I appreciate you very much."


    "So you will be the first to eat the sacrifices you offer this time."


    "You swallow your spiritual sense and make up for your injuries. After your strength has improved by leaps and bounds, you must better serve the ancestor and my Zhang family!"


    Zhang Quan looked excited and bowed:


    "Disciple Zhang Quan, I will definitely live up to the expectations of all elders and ancestors!"


    Elder Song nodded with relief.


    Zhang Quan looked up and had turned into a zombie face.


    It looked at the sea of ??consciousness of the Mohua, with saliva on its fangs, and its eyes were greedy, murmured:


    "Boy, I didn''t expect that you have today too?"


    Elder Secretarius, who was silent on the other side, asked after hearing this:


    "Do you know this sacrifice?"


    Zhang Quan nodded and said with hatred:


    "To be honest, the disciple suffered countless losses in the hands of this little ghost! Every time he wanted to kill him, he could not kill him!"


    Elder Sein frowned: "Just a little monk, can''t you even kill this?"


    Zhang Quan immediately explained:


    "He has a low cultivation level and average strength. When he fights head-on, I can crush him to death with just one hand!"


    "But this little ghost is proficient in formation, cunning, scheming, good at hiding, and has a good time to do everything. I can''t attack him..."


    Zhang Quan gritted his teeth.


    Elder Song frowned. He could not imagine what kind of little devil could be proficient in formations, good at concealing, and deceitful in his heart, and he was also scheming...


    Is this a human or a monster?


    But it doesn''t care. No matter what kind of people it is, they are just fish on the chopping board.


    Elder Song comforted Zhang Quan and said:


    "It''s okay now. When you reach his sea of ??consciousness, he can''t escape and can only let you kill him. In the sea of ??consciousness, we have always had the final say. No matter how capable he is, he can''t make any waves..."


    Zhang Quan felt very at ease and smiled:


    “What the elders said is very true.”


    He paused, as if he remembered something, and sighed:


    "But no matter how tricky this little devil is, he will still be the same in the end. Lu Chengyun killed the donkey and became a sacrifice, and died... "


    Zhang Quan said with fear:


    "Lu Chengyun is really terrible with his scheming and means!"


    Elder Song smiled contemptuously:


    "Don''t be ambitious to others, destroy the prestige of my Zhang family!"


    "In the eyes of the ancestor, this is nothing."


    "This Lu Chengyun is just a **** of the ancestor."


    "Once he worships the ancestor, visualizes the Tao of my ancestor, borrows the spirit of my ancestor, and enhances his consciousness, one day, he will become a puppet of the corpse of my Zhang family."


    "Because of no one, no corpse..."


    "He is not from my Zhang family. Once the body becomes corpse, his spiritual thoughts cannot enter this picture. He will either lose all his mind or become a bait."


    Elder Song looked at Zhang Quan and said calmly:


    "You are dead, but you are still alive."


    "Although he is alive, he cannot avoid death!"


    "The younger generations of the Zhang family will not allow outsiders to be bullied. We ancestors and elders will come to ask for your justice!"


    Zhang Quan was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and said:


    "Thank you, elder, thank you, ancestor!"


    Elder Song helped him get up and said in a warm voice:


    "You are my junior of the Zhang family and are valued by the ancestors. There is no need to be so polite. It is urgent to take timely replenishment and recover from the injury..."


    Elder Song looked around, looked at the "people" again, and said hungrily:


    “It’s time to have a meal…”


    Mo Hua, who had been invisible by the side and heard them talk for a long time, nodded.


    He also thinks so!


    (This chapter ends)