Chapter 955 Dragon Picture


    The tomb is deep in the pit, above the bright brass coffin, and the fierce battle continues.


    In the **** storm, the remaining limbs were everywhere in the sky.


    The huge flesh-and-blooded corpse statue, waving its arms, commanding hundreds of corpses, roaring angrily like monsters.


    Opposite him, the man in black robe was carrying an evil dragon, and his body was full of blood. With all his strength, the four-syllable Qinglong Formation was able to compete with the huge corpse statue.


    This great man can knock out a dragon shadow with every punch.


    Every dragon shadow, accompanied by the dragon''s roar, rushed away with amazing power, and stormed the huge flesh-and-blooded corpse statue.


    The evil dragon is extremely powerful, and even this powerful flesh-and-blooded corpse statue cannot resist it.


    Large pieces of flesh and blood limbs were scattered by the dragon fist, disappearing, and turning into ashes.


    Such a powerful power not only caused the flesh and blood corpse to be frightened and angry, but also caused the other people to feel ups and downs.


    Especially Master Hui Er''s face was full of shock.


    "Is this... dragon?!"


    He never expected that the man who didn''t say a word along the way would be so terrifying as the evil dragon.


    Shi Tou was also shocked.


    Even the other three monks in black robe were excited and had different expressions.


    The old man in black robe looked arrogant and had a hint of fanaticism.


    The young man in black robe looked envious and murmured, "Is this... the dragon in the Great Wilderness..."


    Another man in black robe broke free from the black robe during the full battle, revealing his strong body like a bear and the hideous demonic pattern on his back.


    The man in black robe killed a corpse with bare hands, then raised his head and looked at the figure covered in dragon patterns, his eyes full of longing.


    And there is a hint of jealousy and greed in this desire.


    The monks present were either shocked or thoughts.


    Only ink paintings, working hard in secret, calculate the formation patterns and "steal" the formation.


    With the corpse energy all over the sky, as well as the surging spiritual power and blood energy, the ink painting hid in the distance, used the Tianji Weiju and Tianji Derivative Calculation to increase each other, and peeked at this top-secret picture of the Four Elephants of the Great Wilderness Qinglong Array.


    In his eyes, black, white and gold were intertwined.


    The powerful mind power poured out like a flood.


    All kinds of ancient and mysterious, with the meaning of the prehistoric world, and the vigorous and innocent array patterns are presented one by one in their hearts through derivation.


    At the same time, the ink painting uses hand to draw the ground, outlining the ink patterns, and quickly record these array patterns on the ground one by one.


    On the gray and black ground, ink marks gradually emerged, like claws of the claws of the blue dragon, splicing them one by one.


    First there are dragon claws, then dragon scales, dragon tail, dragon body, dragon fins...


    A dragon shape outlined with array patterns is presented little by little... all the way to the dragon head.


    But just at the head of the dragon, the whole dragon was stuck.


    Yansuan suddenly slowed down.


    The sea of ??consciousness in Mo Hua began to feel a needle-like pain, and his spiritual consciousness gradually dried up.


    The decomposition under the blessing of the weird calculation gradually exceeded the load limit he could bear, and Mo Hua''s eyes began to feel a little swollen and painful, as if blood was about to flow out...


    It seems that there is a bottleneck that is stuck on the path of decomposition.


    No matter how hard he works or persists, he can''t get over this bottleneck and cannot calculate the entire dragon.


    Blood was about to flow out of the corners of his eyes, and the stinging pain in the sea of ??consciousness became even sharper. Mo Hua knew that it was really at its limit, so he had no choice but to stop calculating.


    "The spiritual consciousness is still not enough, and the peak of the nineteen-line pattern is not enough..."


    "The weird calculations and decompositions are still not in a bad mood."


    Mo Hua sighed, then gently rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked down at the array map on the ground.


    The Four Symbols Qinglong Formation, the complete array diagram shows a dragon shape, but now this dragon lacks a dragon head.


    The body part has eighteen lines in total.


    Ink painting can only be deduced to this point if it works hard.


    The remaining array pattern of the head of the Azure Dragon exceeded the limit of the current spiritual consciousness and calculation of Mo Hua, and he could not deduce it.


    Based on the residual diagram calculated, the complete Four Symbols Qinglong Array diagram may be nineteen patterns, but more likely, it is an ultimate array with more than twenty patterns or even twenty patterns.


    In other words, the Qinglong Formation under the command of the Demon Sect is not only the Four Symbol Formation of the Great Wilderness, but also the Divine Beast Formation in the Four Symbol Formation, but also the No-Speed ??Evil Formation above the Second Level Twenty Patterns.


    "What a pity..." Mo Hua sighed in his heart.


    If his spiritual consciousness and tricks are stronger, he might be able to fully calculate the formation diagram.


    Not as good as now, there are claws and tails, but no heads.


    "But it seems useless to calculate it..."


    Mo Hua looked at it again, and the incomplete Qinglong Array Diagram he had just calculated was gradually frowning.


    Although it is a dragon, it is bony, with rebellious lines, sharp minions and teeth, and a sense of evil in its majesty.


    "This is an evil formation..."


    If it is an evil formation, then you can''t learn it.


    Mo Hua will not be arrogant and ignore the warnings of Master, Mr. Xun, and the senior elders along the way.


    You won’t really be stupid, and you will be smart enough to learn evil formations.


    If you don’t listen to your elders, you will suffer a loss in front of you.


    He can still distinguish between good and evil.


    "What should I do if my natal formation map...?"


    "What should I do with this incomplete Four Symbols Qinglong Formation Map?"


    Get rid of evil and transform into righteousness?


    Where can I get the complete array diagram?


    It’s impossible to kill this powerful leader of the Demon Sect, take off the skin on his back, and then copy it down, right?


    Mo Hua frowned.


    But time is urgent, and he has no time to think about it.


    The array diagram calculated by Yan was copied on a jade slip and put it in a ring. Then, the traces of Yan was wiped off on the ground. Ink painting was relieved and then looked up at the battlefield in the distance.


    The battle with the flesh and blood corpse statues continues, but it is gradually coming to an end.


    In the late stage of the Jindan realm, the leader of the Demon Sect, who was carrying the Four Symbols Qinglong Evil Formation, was terrifyingly powerful in killing.


    The resurrection of the flesh and blood corpse statue was suppressed by the piece of white bone sacrificed by the old man in black robe.


    Its heart was also tied tightly by that white ray of energy.


    "That piece of bone, isn''t it... a dragon bone?"


    "Can dragon bone suppress the aura of evil Taoism?"


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly brighter. This was the first time he knew about this.


    And with the suppression of the dragon bones, the "qi" on the body of the flesh and blood corpse is indeed gradually fading.


    Without the power of the law of qi, the seemingly powerful flesh-and-blooded corpse statue is just a huge "walking corpse", and is no match for everyone at all.


    After dozens of rounds, with a loud bang, the flesh and blood corpse seemed to be hit on the head by the commander of the Demon Sect, and the black and red dragon shadow pierced through its head.


    The corpse collapsed like flesh and blood, collapsed.


    The dead energy and yin energy also lost their foundation and gradually dissipated.


    This huge flesh-and-blooded corpse statue was killed.


    Without the foundation of flesh and blood and the nourishment of yin energy, the wisp of "private energy" suppressed by the dragon bones is thus dim.


    “Win…”


    Master Hui Er was a little unbelievable, and then looked at the leader of the Demon Sect who was carrying the evil dragon and was proudly in his eyes. A deep fear and fear surged in his eyes.


    In just a moment, he made up his mind and bowed to the old men in black robe:


    "Everyone, after killing this evil beast, my mission has been completed. I will say goodbye first."


    "Let''s wait." said the old man in black robe.


    Master Hui was in a state of stagnation.


    The old man in black robe said, "This corpse seems to be killed, and the bronze coffin is right in front of him. Don''t Master Hui want to get a share of the pie?"


    Mr. Hui forced a smile and said, "I didn''t do much to kill the corpse statue. I didn''t receive any reward without any merits, so I naturally didn''t dare to share this benefit."


    The old man in black robe shook his head, "You and I have something to say first, and after the matter is done, we will divide the amount by 50%. Now that things are done, how can I break my promise?"


    Master Hui Er''s heart was nervous.


    He had already realized that he had entered the tiger''s den.


    This group of black-robed monks are real demon cultivators, and they are incredibly powerful and can even cultivate evil dragons.


    All those who have something to do with the dragon are amazing.


    Master Hui Er doesn’t want to trek into this muddy water anymore.


    If you can pull out at this time, hold the mouse''s storage bag in your arms, and catch a young "genius formation master" and go back to raise him and work hard for you, you won''t lose money no matter how you think about it.


    But it is obvious that the old man in black robe does not intend to let him go.


    These people have ruthless cultivation methods and kill all the flesh and blood corpses, let alone themselves.


    Mr. Hui had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Then... it''s better to obey your orders than respect."


    The old man in black robe waved at the ink painting in the distance again.


    Mo Hua was stunned, but still ran over.


    The old man in black robe said, "Little brother, you can choose one of the things in the coffin later."


    "Really?" Mo Hua was a little surprised. "Natural." The old man in black robe nodded, "You have also made efforts to rob the tomb this time, so you should also take a treasure."


    "Thank you, senior." Mo Hua was flattered on the surface, but he was muttering in his heart:


    Why do this old man give me something?


    What was his idea?


    Of course, Mo Hua also had some vague expectations in her heart. What treasures would be buried in such a large bright brass coffin?


    After that, everyone worked together to clean up the Ming brass coffin, burned the zombie''s flesh and blood, and then began to search for the coffin.


    But after the residual limbs were cleaned and the rotten flesh was burned, the bottom of the huge coffin was empty and there was nothing.


    There is no tomb owner, no burial objects.


    There is no trace of the "evil fetus" that Mo Hua wants to find.


    It seems that the entire copper coffin is buried with these dead bodies.


    Seeing this, Master Hui Er thought of something and his face changed.


    The old men in black robe were also silent.


    The young man in black frowned and pondered for a moment, looked up at the old man, and said with a cold voice: "Second Elder, this is different from what you said before."


    "Young Master Xuan, don''t be impatient."


    The old man in black robe had a hoarse voice, but looking at his expression, he was also somewhat puzzled.


    It seems that during this trip, I didn’t find what they wanted.


    And the situation in front of them was beyond their expectations.


    Mo Hua lowered her head, showing no sensation on the surface, but her mind kept moving.


    He probably figured it out.


    Among these four black-robed monks, the demon cultivator with dragon patterns is the leader of the Demon Sect.


    Another person who is like a bear is the "Elder Bear" of the Demon Sect.


    He was also the "flying fish" that Daotingsi and Taixu Sect last time joined forces to encircle the Demon Sect.


    At the same time, according to Elder Xunziyou, this "Elder Xiong" is exactly one of the three demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley of the Demon Hunting Mountain.


    When Mo Hua entered the Wan Yao Valley, he sneaked in while these three demon cultivators went out, so he did not meet these three demon cultivators directly.


    Elder Xunziyou also said before that one of these three demon cultivators died in the Demon Refining Mountain, but I don’t know how he died.


    There are thick and long claw marks on the chest, as if they were killed by the disguise. The storage bag is gone, and the skin with demon patterns is also cut off. It is impossible to tell which demon cultivator it is.


    The other is the snake demon elder.


    When Yan Luoshan surrounded and suppressed the Demon Sect, he was beheaded by Elder Xunziyou.


    The last one is the big bear and creepy man in front of him.


    He is also the only surviving Golden Pill Demon Cultivator in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.


    As for the old man in black robe, he was called the "Second Elder"...


    Mo Hua thought about it and felt that he should be the "Second Elder" who was the most experienced and second only to the "Second Elder" under the command of the Demon Sect.


    But aren’t these two elders dead?


    Is it a fraud to die? Or has the cicada escaped?


    Mo Hua frowned, a little confused.


    When he calculated before, he was pretty good at calculating. In a sense, these three people all had some connections with him.


    The only exception is this young man.


    The second elder called him "Prince Xuan".


    Judging from the mastery of the Demon Sect through the Thunder Magnetic Formation, there is no such person as "Prince Xuan" within the Demon Sect.


    And Mo Hua was sure that he had never seen him before.


    Then who is he? What connection can you have with yourself?


    The strangest thing is, why did these golden elixirs of the Demon Sect run to Gushan to dig this tomb?


    What is their purpose?


    Why was this tomb built?


    Why was it built in the Shen family’s mine?


    Why are there so many corpses in the Ming brass coffin? Where did these corpses come from?


    Mine...Shen Family...Dao Xiang...


    Ink paintings were full of doubts and their eyes gradually became cold.


    "Is it true that we found the wrong place?" The boy in black robe who was called "Young Master Xuan" frowned, "The Shen family''s mine is so big, and the tomb we are looking for may not be built here."


    "Otherwise, there would be nothing in this bright brass coffin..."


    "The Shen family has also built other tombs? Is this tomb used to cover up people''s efforts?"


    Master Hui''s eyes flashed and he remained silent.


    Just at this moment, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked:


    "Where is Shen Qingsheng?"


    "Shen Qingsheng?"


    "It was just the son of the Shen family who was arrested together." Mo Hua said, "Where are others?"


    "This..." Mr. Hui and his men looked at each other for a moment.


    "It seems... lost?"


    “When did it lose it?”


    "It seems..." Shi Tou recalled, "When he was on the fork road before."


    Shen Qingsheng was escorted by the mouse.


    The first time everyone was attacked by a group of corpses, they got separated, and the mouse was only concerned about grabbing the ink painting, so naturally he threw Shen Qingsheng away.


    And Shen Qingsheng is optional. No one cares whether it is life or death, and it is forgotten for a moment.


    Now I am robbing the tomb and robbing an empty coffin.


    Mo Hua remembered the Shen family, and then he remembered Shen Qingsheng as well.


    "The young master of the Shen family..." The old man in black robe frowned and said slowly, "Find him and ask for something."


    Mr. Hui nodded.


    So the group returned the same way.


    But everyone knew in their hearts that there were disasters in the fork road and so many changes occurred in the underground palace. It was hard to say whether Shen Qingsheng could be found.


    Even if he is found, whether he is dead or alive is still an unknown.


    But I have to find it anyway.


    Because I returned to the fork road, the ground formations inside were densely packed and the tunnels were complicated, so the things that guided the way were naturally left to Mo Hua.


    Mo Hua held the compass in one hand and touched the copper coins in the other hand. He calculated Shen Qingsheng''s aura and found that Shen Qingsheng had a clear cause and effect, and it seemed that he was really not dead. He couldn''t help but be surprised.


    Good people don’t live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. It’s true that it’s not just said.


    Ink painting follows the energy and leads the way in front.


    I don’t know how many forks I bypassed, but finally I found Shen Qingsheng curled up on the ground in a corner.


    Shen Qingsheng lay on the ground in horror, with a faint golden light all over his body protecting him, and it seemed that he was a protective treasure.


    At this time, four or five corpses were crawling on him.


    These rotten corpses grinned and gnawed at Shen Qingsheng, but they could not chew the flesh and blood because they were protected by treasures.


    Shen Qingsheng also left a life for this reason and was not eaten by the corpse.


    Seeing that Shen Qingsheng was still surrounded by corpses and biting them constantly, Master Hui Er walked forward, drew his sword and chopped the corpses one by one, saving Shen Qingsheng.


    Before Shen Qingsheng hurried on the ground, and did not dare to show his energy. At this time, he saw that all the corpses were beheaded, and immediately looked ferocious. He ignored the smell and tried his best to step on them with his feet to vent his anger:


    "A bunch of dirty, ugly, lowly mine repairmen..."


    Mo Hua''s eyes turned cold and she said in a deep voice:


    "How do you know... these corpses are mine repairmen?"


    Chen Qingsheng''s face turned pale, "Isn''t this... obvious... this is a mine... it''s..."


    Chen Qingsheng said with a look of expression: "I...I really don''t know...I am still young and can''t interfere in the family affairs. I don''t know..."


    "Damn it, it''s a waste." Mr. Hui threw Chen Qingsheng on the ground casually.


    Chen Qingsheng staggered to the ground, his eyes grieved, but he didn''t dare to say anything.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were deep, and she looked up at Chen Qing''s birthday, then looked up at Master Hui Er, and saw the uneasiness in his eyes and the fear in his soul.


    "Chen Qingsheng may not know something, but Mr. Hui... obviously noticed something..."


    Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and was about to say something, but he cheated out his words when he heard the old man in black robe and said in an old voice: "Mr. Hui, right now, why should you hide anything from him?"


    Mo Hua was stunned and felt a little anxious.


    This second elder of the Demon Sect can use dragon bones to suppress his energy, and he is indeed extraordinary in his methods.


    He could see that Mr. Hui was hiding something, and he seemed to see it too.


    Master Hui Er''s eyelids twitched, "Senior, what do you mean?"


    The old man in black robe said, "I asked an old friend to go through the genealogy of Maoshan, and then I found Master Hui Er who was expelled from the sect from his direct lineage. I believe that Master Hui Er''s Maoshan Taoism will not disappoint me."


    Previewing the genealogy, checking his feet, and tracing the origin to Maoshan.


    Master Hui''s heart trembled.


    He thought that this business was lucky, and others came to him, but he didn''t expect that he had been targeted by others.