Chapter 951 Gold Touching Talisman


    "What did you say?" Mo Hua looked shocked and puzzled.


    “Leave it to me…”


    "What?"


    "What the **** can it be?" Mouse''s face turned pale and blood began to bleed in his eyes. "Old man Pi''s gold-touching talisman must be in your hands!"


    Ink painting''s heart thrilled.


    Sure enough!


    This mouse was thinking about the gold-touching talisman. He had previously searched through his storage bag to find Mr. Pi''s gold-touching talisman.


    "I don''t know what you are talking about..." Mo Hua looked confused.


    But no matter what he said, the rough and wide palms, like the sharp claws of a monster, grabbed Mo Hua again.


    Mo Hua saw it with his own eyes that he used this palm to kill a golden elixir from the Shen family. He immediately felt a terrified and quickly activated the Shuibu to avoid it.


    A ray of water lingered on Mo Hua''s body, making his body as fast as flowing water, avoiding the mouse''s big hand.


    The mouse changed his move, and the light yellow golden elixir was condensed from his palms, and he continued to grab the ink painting.


    Mo Hua''s face changed slightly, and he had to urge him to the extreme. He dodged a few times and avoided the grab. Then he pointed his hand and pointed a little, and a fireball flew out and hit the mouse''s face.


    But he is the foundation building, and the mouse is the golden elixir.


    The second-grade ordinary fireball technique does not cause much damage to the monks in the Jindan realm.


    The fireball Explosion and the smoke filled the air. After a moment, the mouse covered his face and walked out.


    His hair was burnt a little burned, his face was a little black and gray, and his injuries were insignificant, but this angered the mouse even more.


    His face became more and more ferocious.


    Mo Hua didn''t think about it, and was about to turn around and run away, but after a glance at the mouse''s forehead, his pupils shrank.


    The fireball technique burned a small handful of mouse''s hair, revealing a small piece of his scalp.


    There was blood flowing on this scalp, and there were hair mixed in the blood, with three swollen and rotten bite marks.


    Ink painting was shocked.


    He was bitten by the corpse!


    After a little thought, the ink painting will understand.


    Just now, groups of corpses rushed over in the forks, and the crowd was dispersed. In the chaos, the mouse must have been climbed up on the top of his head by the corpses and bitten it, but the wound was not conspicuous, and he might not have noticed it himself.


    Since you are bitten, you must have been infected with evil spirits.


    Evil thoughts grew silently in his heart. Now that he saw that he was alone, he could not suppress the greed in his heart.


    But a gold-touching talisman is worth the rat so greedy?


    Seeing that the mouse was about to pounce on him again, Mo Hua hurriedly said:


    "You can''t kill me. I''m the formation master. If you kill me, no one will look at the direction for you and break the formation."


    The mouse''s subordinate was stunned.


    Although he was greedy, his reason was still there. He knew that the identity of Mo Hua was special and he could not kill him at this time. He said:


    "I won''t kill you... As long as you hand over the things, I will naturally not be embarrassed by you."


    Even in order to reassure Mo Hua, he squeezed out a smile.


    But he had a sharp-tongued and monkey cheek, and this malicious smile was even more ugly.


    "I don''t know what the gold-touching talisman is, what it looks like, how can I leave it to you..." Mo Hua said in a "scared".


    The mouse suppressed the desire in his heart and said hoarsely:


    "The gold-touching talisman is a talisman made of a pangolin''s claws, with gold inlaid in silver, and its texture is as good as ancient jade."


    "This is the thing of Old Man Pi. He has always carried it with him, treating it as a treasure, and rarely reveals it, but by chance, I still saw it..."


    "My ancestors robbed tombs for generations and lived through digging things from the soil... He could hide it from others, but he could not hide it from me..."


    "This is an ancient token, which is only circulated in the hands of a very small number of people with special bloodlines. It is extremely rare and it is difficult to see it..."


    "And now, it''s my chance."


    "As long as I have this thing, I can connect with the secret division of the Earth Sect and get in touch with the true inheritance of the Earth Sect..."


    These words are hidden, and they will not say them if they were originally hidden in his heart.


    But his current desires were amplified by evil thoughts little by little, and he couldn''t help but express all the greed and desire in his heart.


    "It''s useless to hold this thing. If you are obedient, give it to me..."


    Mouse said as calmly as possible.


    But Mo Hua still looked scared and shook her head and said, "I really... don''t know what you are talking about."


    The mouse''s face turned cold, "Boy, I''m talking to you, you''re still perfunctory. If you''re so ignorant, I''ll pick your brain out..."


    What else Mo Hua wanted to say, suddenly opened her eyes wide and pointed at the mouse''s back and said:


    "Surprise!"


    The mouse sneered, "Little Devil, you think I''m out on the first day of my life. I want to lie to you with this little trick..."


    Before he finished speaking, the mouse felt his shoulders sink and his ears were sticky. When he turned around, he saw an ugly three-petaled mouth head slid on his cheeks and gnawing on his flesh and blood.


    The mouse was both shocked and frightened, and was scared and sweated in a cold sweat.


    Seeing that the corpse was gnawing at the face, the situation was urgent. The mouse immediately used his strength to his palm, pinched it suddenly, twisted the corpse''s neck, threw the corpse''s body away, and then turned the corpse''s head to pieces, and then broke the corpse''s mouth from him.


    The dark rotten flesh and blood flowed down his cheeks.


    The mouse did not dare to be careless, so he immediately took out the spiritual liquid, washed away the blood, rubbed the medicine powder on the wound, and took a few pills internally.


    After dealing with the corpse, the mouse looked at it again and saw that the ink painting had already run away.


    The mouse felt anger surge, "Little Devil..."


    The corridor is pitch black, complicated, and the surroundings are empty.


    The mouse let go of his spiritual consciousness, and he didn''t know where Mo Hua ran.


    The wound next to his cheek was aching faintly, flashing with blue and black, but the mouse was conscious of nothing, and he felt that the desire in his heart was getting more and more intense.


    Stop and think for a moment, the mouse took out a snuff bottle and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it.


    The old and pungent smell poured into the forehead.


    The mouse endured the pain on his forehead. At the same time, his nose became a little bigger, and his sense of smell was sharper between his nose.


    vaguely, he could smell a clear and pure ink fragrance from people.


    It is the fragrance of ink painting.


    This ink fragrance is elegant and rich, refreshing, and is completely different from the smell he has smelled on other monks so far.


    Because it is unique, it is also very easy to identify.


    "Boy, I see where you run..."


    The mouse bent down, put his rough hands on the ground, and put in a strange posture, circulating the power of the golden elixir, and the spiritual power around his body was flowing, and yellow sand was wrapped around him, and then rushed forward suddenly with a roar.


    This ink fragrance guides the way forward.


    The mouse smelled the smell and chased Mo Hua. After only a dozen breaths, he saw the ink painting walking alone in the tomb passage, carefully looking at the sneaky ink painting.


    At the same time, the ink painting also noticed the breath of rats.


    In his spiritual perception, a "big mouse" rushed towards him in the tunnel.


    Ink painting was shocked.


    "How did this dead mouse catch up?"


    This tomb robber named Mouse should not understand the formation and know how to distinguish positions.


    He had never left behind a spiritual weapon to track him. What did he rely on to catch up with him?


    However, now is not the time to worry about this.


    Seeing that the mouse was chasing him, and even dodged a few times, Mo Hua was about to approach, without hesitation, immediately activated the water step and ran forward.


    But the mouse''s body movement was tricky and weird, with four claws hitting the ground and running against the ground, really like a mouse.


    I painted ink several times, but I was almost caught up by the mouse.


    Fortunately, although this "mouse" has a fast body movement and a tricky way, it is still not as good as the pace of movement in the subtle areas.


    With the exquisiteness of the ink paintings, they have been avoided by several times.


    At the same time, he felt in his heart that there are all kinds of strange things in the world, and there are actually people who learn this strange body technique.


    And the mouse was also secretly surprised.


    All avoided...


    This little devil...what is the origin of this? At a young age, he actually has such superb body skills?


    At the same time, mouse became more and more confident.


    The more strange this little devil is, the more it means that Old Man Pi''s "gold touching talisman" must be on him.


    "Gold touching talisman!"


    Mouse''s eyes became redder and redder. He used all his strength to activate the power of the golden elixir, and ran wildly, chasing Mohua.


    For a time, the pressure of ink painting doubled.


    But no matter how good the mouse''s body skills are, Elder Yi is still much inferior to the elder of Taoism of the eight major sects.


    Ink paintings are usually trained by Elder Yi. Although they are wearing shackles and their body movements are dragged down, they will not be at a disadvantage when dealing with this mouse.


    After chasing back and forth for dozens of rounds, the mouse became more and more shocked.


    “Can’t catch…”


    I can’t catch a foundation-building ghost with my own golden elixir?


    At this moment, I don’t know if Mo Hua couldn’t turn around his spiritual power, or because he was shackled and his feet were tied up, and he immediately made a mistake in his body movement. He slipped his feet and fell on the ground. He rolled along the ground for several times before he stopped.


    But obviously there was no strength to resist.


    "Exhausted?"


    The mouse was stunned and then breathed a sigh of relief.


    This is the right...


    How can a foundation-building escape the capture of Jindan? Obviously, those few moves just now were his full strength.


    Seeing the ink painting fall to the ground, the body movement cannot be operated in a short period of time.


    A flash of light flashed in the mouse''s eyes, and he immediately stepped towards the Mo Hua. At the same time, he stretched out a pair of big hands, still stained with blood, and grabbed the Mo Hua.


    Ink paintings are useful. Of course, he won’t kill them now. He just needs to take off his clothes, search for them, and find the gold-touching talisman.


    But before his dirty hands touched the ink painting, a sound suddenly came to mind in the tomb passage not far away:


    "Who is there?"


    This sound is from Master Hui Er.


    Mouse''s eyelids twitched, and he cursed in his heart: "Damn it, it''s such an unfortunate coincidence. If you don''t come early or late, I''ve caught this kid, but someone came."


    Watching Master Hui Er approaching.


    The mouse could no longer attack Mo Hua, but threatened, "If you just now, don''t say it out, otherwise I will kill you."


    Mo Hua nodded with a "trepidation".


    After a while, the footsteps approached, and Master Hui and his men walked out of the darkness. Seeing that it was Mo Hua and mouse, they breathed a little relieved.


    Mouse is an accomplice. They went to the tomb together and did a lot of business, but they still had friendship.


    Mo Hua is a formation master. Although he has little experience, he is also the only formation master they can rely on for this trip. Mr. Hui Er doesn’t want any mistakes to these two people at this moment.


    Especially ink painting.


    only…


    Master Hui Er looked at the embarrassing Mo Hua and frowned, "Little brother, are you injured?"


    The mouse looked at Mo Hua silently, with resentment hidden in his eyes.


    Mo Hua said stutteringly, "I...I was chased by the corpse, and I was panicked and fell."


    Mr. Hui looked a little solemn, "Has he been bitten?"


    Mo Hua shook her head, "No."


    "That''s good," Mr. Hui nodded, "Let''s look for others, meet as soon as possible, and leave this fork, so as not to be targeted by the corpse again."


    Mo Hua struggled to get up and walked to Mr. Hui.


    Mouse looked at Mo Hua''s figure and showed a gloomy gaze, obviously not giving up.


    After that, the three of them walked together, and based on the traces on the ground and the breath of spiritual power, they began to look for traces of others in the tomb passage.


    The group of people, except for ink paintings, are all golden elixirs.


    These corpses are only second-grade and can bite the Jindan monks, but under normal circumstances, it is impossible to bite them to death.


    Therefore, after about half an hour, everyone who was originally dispersed by the corpse gathered together again.


    Three tomb robbers, Mr. Hui.


    There are four other black-robed monks.


    Mo Hua carefully observed and found that except for Master Hui Er, the only mouse who wanted to plot against him was bitten by the corpse.


    In other words, these two are both "materials".


    Others, the one named "Stone", was a pure physical cultivation, with skin like earth and stones, and the teeth of ordinary corpses could not bite him at all.


    As for the four black-robed monks, they were very powerful. The black robes on them seemed to be a treasure, which could not only cover up their breath, but also use them to defend themselves.


    Just now, everyone was swept away by the tide of corpses and was chased and bitten by the corpse. They were not injured, and they were not even tear open the black robe.


    Ink painting feels a little regretful.


    He also wanted to see what these monks in black robe looked like.


    After everyone got back, they discussed for a while and planned to walk back and leave the fork road first.


    It can be concluded at present that this fork is also a dead end.


    And this fork is narrow and intricate, and the direction is difficult to distinguish.


    Therefore, the way back is still led by ink painting.


    Because among this group of people, he was the only one who built the foundation, and the corpse scoundrels poses the greatest threat to him, everyone is afraid that he will be bitten by the corpse scoundrels and die of poisoning.


    The physical cultivation called Shitou was the first to be affected, like a "shield", blocking in front of the ink painting.


    Mr. Hui and the young man in black robe, one left and one right, were beside him.


    The rest are in the back hall.


    Everyone maintained this formation and pushed out of the forks little by little.


    There will also be some scattered corpses along the way, but they will not cause much interference.


    The ink painting also guided the way while following the crowd.


    His position is very safe, but occasionally he still feels gloomy behind him, as if he has a pair of vicious eyes looking at him.


    You don’t need to think about the ink painting, it’s that mouse.


    This one is called mouse, and his intuition is really accurate.


    For some reason, he was sure that he had taken Mr. Pi''s gold-touching talisman, so he tried every means to grab the talisman from himself.


    "Di Zong, the hidden tribe, the golden talisman..."


    Although I don’t know what this crypt is, since this gold-touching talisman is regarded as a treasure by Mr. Pi, the mouse who had torch robbers in his ancestors was also extremely greedy for it, which shows that there must be a big secret hidden in this talisman.


    And this secret is related to the Earth Sect.


    In the Dizong, the "Hou Tu" is also enshrined in one of the "Emperor of the Emperor and the Queen".


    Ink painting naturally cannot hand over this gold-touching talisman.


    So far, no one dared to steal his stuff.


    Not to mention, this mouse had previously flipped through his storage bag and locked up the spirit stones and spiritual objects in his storage bag.


    He remembered all these accounts.


    “It’s impossible to stay…”


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    He didn''t want this trip tomb robbery. He had always had a golden elixir with ulterior motives and was eyeing him.


    But the mouse is a golden elixir, and he can''t kill it now.


    Moreover, in front of so many people, especially his accomplices, he could not kill them.


    "Try it with him, how to trigger evil spirits? How to induce evil thoughts? And study the pollution manifestations of evil thoughts on high-level monks..."


    Mo Hua thought silently in her heart.


    But on the surface, he still showed no sensation at all and focused on leading the way.


    Under his guidance, everyone broke through several mechanisms, killed more than ten corpses, and walked around countless corners, and finally came out of the fork again.


    After leaving the fork, everyone returned to the starting point.


    Naturally, the same problem is faced:


    Which one is the five forks of roads?


    Mr. Hui Er said, "The one on the far right is a dead end, and the one in the middle has also walked through it. In the remaining three roads, I will pick one and take a look."


    Mr. Hui thought for a while and said, "Let''s go to the left."


    Mo Hua didn''t say anything, and the others had no objection, so they walked towards the one sitting on the left.


    But as soon as he entered the fork on the far left and walked a few steps, Mo Hua sensed the pattern of the formation around him and immediately said, "No."


    "What''s wrong?" Mr. Hui was stunned.


    "It''s the same." Mo Hua said.


    "Same?"


    "Well," Mo Hua nodded, and thought a little bit, "The leftmost, the middle, and even the remaining two paths are all the same."


    “These roads connect the same fork.”


    "Walking in along this road is exactly the same as when you walk in the middle, and we will still be trapped in the forks all over the organs."


    "This..." Mr. Hui frowned, "Then these five roads, four wrong roads, and one dead end?"


    "There are four wrong paths, but the remaining one is not a dead end," Mo Hua said. "I calculated correctly before. This is the pseudo-array pattern of the earth formation. The four pseudo-one true. The path I took at the beginning is correct."


    "But..." Master Hui Er''s eyes were solemn, "That''s indeed a dead end."


    Mo Hua shook his head and said, "The formation will not lie, it is, it is not. A road, even if it looks like a dead end, as long as the formation is derived, it is a life path, then it is a life path."


    When saying this, Mo Hua''s eyes were calm and his expression was firm, and he accidentally showed a steady confidence.


    This is the temperament that only a formation master with extraordinary accomplishments can have.


    The young man in black robe shrank slightly.


    Even the old man in black robe looked at Mo Hua in surprise.


    Mr. Hui thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, let''s go and have a look."


    So after the group turned back, they followed the instructions of the ink painting and walked into the fork road at the beginning, on the far right.


    After entering the fork, I walked to the end, and there was a sealed stone wall in front of me.


    There is a hole on the stone wall, which was blasted open by Master Hui with his fist before. You can see the invisible mountain behind the hole.


    At first glance, it looks like a dead end.


    "If there is really a way, there should be a formation that can be unlocked, right?" said Mr. Hui.


    Mo Hua shook his head: "If there is really a formation, I will be able to detect it. It is precisely because the formation is useless that it can cover up."


    Mr. Hui thought for a while and nodded, "It makes sense."


    Since there is no formation, the only way is to "kill hard".


    So a group of Jindan monks took turns to take action and began to use their own means to dig out the rocks in front of them.


    After chiseling for a long time, I still didn''t see any signs.


    Everyone was a little hesitant, but the ink painting was very confident: "Continue to chisel."


    The golden elixirs could only continue to listen to the instructions of the ink painting and continue to chisel deeper.


    As they chiseled, everyone gradually noticed something abnormal.


    The rocks in front of you seem to be natural, but in fact they are not.


    The interior is made of a mixture of second-grade and third-grade stones, which are extremely strong, but after chiseling, you will find traces of human pouring inside.


    In other words, this is not a natural mountain, but an artificial "rockland".


    If six or seven golden elixirs were not jointly digging in depth, it would be impossible to detect them.


    Several people looked back at the ink painting, secretly surprised by the proficiency in the ink painting formation and the vicious vision.


    After digging for a while, Mo Hua suddenly shouted, "Stop."


    "What''s wrong?" asked Mr. Hui Er.


    "There is a formation!" Mo Hua''s eyes lit up.


    If there is a formation, you cannot force it to dig, otherwise it will easily cause the formation to be confused and the mountain will explode and collapse.


    The ink painting took out the pen and ink again and began to break the formation.


    After breaking it, Mo Hua said, "Continue digging."


    The group of golden elixirs dug for a while, Mo Hua shouted "Stop" again, and then continued to break the formation. After breaking, let them continue to dig.


    In this way, while breaking the formation, digging the mountain.


    I don’t know how long it took, but the soil and rocks in front of me finally collapsed, revealing a gap.


    Everyone was excited.


    The stone walked in front and blasted the gap with its hard body. Then everyone passed by one after another. When they looked up, they couldn''t help but feel a little lost.


    In front of me is a huge underground palace, gloomy and majestic.


    But this underground palace is not closed, with layers of corridors, and you can see to the end at a glance.


    And at the farthest part of the underground palace, there is a huge deep pit.


    Inside the deep pit is a huge golden coffin made of bright chalcopyrite.


    (This chapter ends)