Asking about longevity

The ink painting took out the map of the barren hills of Nanyue City.

It is said to be a map, but the texture is rough and the lines are simple. It only has a rough outline of some mountains, and there is no other content at all.

This barren mountain is inaccessible, so there are no detailed maps.

The painting in Mo Hua's hand was the one he asked Situ Fang for before. It is a map of the mountain and river situation collected by the Nanyue City Daoting Department.

The ink painting recalled the tracks of light spots on Siman's compass, and traced Zhang Quan's whereabouts on the map.

Zhang Quan's movements seemed chaotic, but all his routes were concentrated in the forest between the two peaks to the east of the barren mountain.

He came here to return to his hometown.

Therefore, the place where he refined the corpse and hid it must be not far away.

And in order to avoid tracking, he certainly did not dare to hang around near his lair.

Therefore, the location of his lair is most likely to the west of where he hangs out.

The two places are separated by a big mountain and look at each other from a distance.

Mo Hua expressed his guess.

Bai Zisheng said doubtfully:

"How do you know this?"

Mo Hua said: "I am a monster hunter. I often track monsters in the mountains. This is the basic skill of a monster hunter."

"But Zhang Quan is not a monster."

"Absolutely. He can't really be considered a human anyway. He probably behaves very much like a monster."

Bai Zisheng nodded and asked again:

"What if I guess wrong?"

"If you guess wrong, just guess wrong. It won't have any impact." Mo Hua said nonchalantly.

Bai Zisheng sighed: "Okay..."

It’s all about searching anyway, and having a direction is better than having no direction.

Mo Hua and the others temporarily left Zhang Quan behind and crossed a mountain range to the west of the barren mountain to find Zhang Quan's hiding place.

Mo Hua is not worried about Zhang Quan.

Anyway, with Sinan's compass, Zhang Quan can't escape from his grasp, so he can leave it alone and let him play hide-and-seek with him.

And as long as they find where Zhang Quan is hiding, they can even turn their backs on him and wait to plot against Zhang Quan.

There is nothing special about the west of Nanyue Barren Mountain.

Still withered grass, low trees, dry rocks, and steep peaks.

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

At least on the surface, there is only grass and rocks.

Further outside, although there are still continuous barren mountains, the distance is relatively far, and the area is too large, making it difficult to search.

Bai Zisheng asked doubtfully: "No?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "Not necessarily, we only searched it the first time."

When a monster hunter searches a mountain, he won't just search it once.

The first time is just to take a rough look at the landscape of the mountains and rivers, and have an overall impression of the terrain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, so that when you compare it with the map, you will have a clear sense of the road.

Then based on experience, select a route and search carefully.

Mo Hua recalled the terrain and guessed which places could be used to refine corpses or hide, which places had special terrain, and which places had suspicious smells...

Then I took out my pen, drew a route, and continued searching.

This time the ink paintings were searched very carefully.

Everywhere 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 breaths in the mountains.

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

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were by Mo Hua's side to protect him in case any monks or monsters attacked him.

After Mo Hua finished searching, he opened his eyes, got up and went to the next place, searching one place after another.

This kind of search is relatively boring.

It also requires calculations and consumes a lot of spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, Mo Hua was patient enough, had strong spiritual consciousness, and had mastered meditation, so his spiritual consciousness recovered quickly.

Just walking and walking like this, Mo Hua suddenly said "Huh" next to a group of bare rocks.

Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up, "Found it?"

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

Bai Zisheng let go of his consciousness, scanned it over, and said helplessly: "Where is it?"

He found nothing.

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

Bai Zisheng looked at the rocks. They were bare and bald, huge in size, and numerous in number. They were stacked together, blocking the entire mountain peak.

"What formation is this?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I don't know either. It looks like...an earth-based illusion. Just wait..."

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

While he closed his eyes and meditated, he found a branch and drew something on the ground.

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

“The formation pattern is like this.

Bai Zisheng opened his mouth wide, "You can even guess the formation patterns?"

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

"Calculation" is what makes one look professional, which is what a first-grade small formation master with deep knowledge of formations should do.

"Guessing" seems amateurish and misleading.

Bai Zisheng clicked his tongue in surprise and asked:

"Is this the calculation that master taught you?"

Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng was envious.

If you learn to calculate with your divine sense, you can see through the formation.

The formation masters on this barren mountain were obviously using formations to hide their whereabouts, but because they had set up the formations, in Mo Hua's eyes, they were as clear as watching fire.

Even through calculation, specific formation patterns can be derived.

What a scumbag...

Bai Zisheng sighed.

It's a pity that he doesn't have enough spiritual knowledge to 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 formations, his junior brother has always been a "little pervert" in his heart...

Mo Hua's mind suddenly moved and he looked at Bai Zisheng with an evil look:

"Talk bad about me again?"

Bai Zisheng was completely helpless, "I'm praising you in my heart..."

Mo Hua snorted softly, "Do you think I believe it or not?"

Bai Zisheng sighed, had no choice but to apologize, and then immediately changed the subject:

"How to break this formation?"

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

He let go of his consciousness, took a peek, and said:

"You come with me."

Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi nodded.

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

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

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

These bare rocks turned out to be an illusion and not the real thing.

The two looked at each other and followed Mo Hua inside.

After entering the mountain rocks, it was pitch black in front of them, but Mo Hua seemed to understand everything well and was leading the way with a familiarity.

After walking for a while, his eyes lit up and a stone gate appeared in front of him.

The door is gloomy and deathly, and there is a faint rotten smell at the door.

On the door, there are three mottled bold characters engraved:

Walking Corpse Village.

Mo Hua frowned, "Walking Corpse Village?"

The three of them did not go in directly. Instead, they found a big rock nearby and squatted under it with their three little heads together.

"It's a copycat again..."

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

"The Walking Corpse Village... Isn't this village just used for refining corpses..."

"possible."

"It's a bit troublesome now..."

"What's wrong?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and said: "Since it is a cottage, it means that there will not be one monk inside, but there should be many monks..."

"Zhang Quan is not a loner, but should be a leader, at least the head of the family."

Bai Zisheng asked: "What should we do now? Rush in and kill them all?"

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

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

Bai Zisheng's eyes were bright and he looked eager to try. He wanted to rush in immediately and wipe out the stronghold.

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

Mo Hua said: "Everything must be prepared for a rainy day. You cannot act rashly. I will go in invisible first and check the situation before talking."

"Are you going alone?"

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

He was alone at the beginning, sneaking into Black Mountain Village without anyone noticing.

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

But it's different now.

Now his consciousness is deeper, his stealth skills are stronger, and his formation skills are far superior to those of ordinary first-grade formation masters. He is not afraid even when facing a foundation builder.

Although Mo Hua couldn't defeat Zhu Ji, thanks to his concealment, Zhu Ji couldn't see him.

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

Bai Zisheng also nodded in agreement.

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "If you can't hide, you will be discovered by Ji Zhu."

Bai Zixi was still a little worried.

Mo Hua then said: "I'll go in and you guys will take care of me here. If something goes wrong, I'll set off fireworks and you guys rush in to help me."

That being said, there is a high probability that this will not happen.

Bai Zixi thought for a while and found no other good solution, so she could only nodded.

Bai Zisheng was a little disappointed, and then warned:

"If you encounter an accident, don't be afraid. Just set off fireworks. Senior brother, I will rush in and kill them... no, I am protecting you!"

Bai Zisheng is still thinking about fighting.

Mo Hua was a little helpless.

After that, Mo Hua didn't say anything, but kept his figure hidden and quietly entered the zombie village.

Before entering the zombie village, Mo Hua first let go of his consciousness, determined the positions of several monks at the gate, then quietly avoided them and went around.

After that, he found a hidden place and put his consciousness to the extreme.

Just put it in once and take it back quickly.

Like a dragonfly touching water, leaving no trace.

After a cup of tea, he released his consciousness again.

After testing it three or four times with his spiritual consciousness, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and found nothing unusual.

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

Or perhaps, although there is a foundation, the spiritual consciousness is not strong enough to detect the peek of the ink painting.

Mo Hua's mentality became much calmer.

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

The Walking Dead Village is built on the mountain with a simple layout, including built wooden houses and dug caves.

What's not simple is the strong corpse aura and numerous lifeless auras inside.

With only a slight scan of the ink painting, many coffins can be found.

Most of these coffins are wooden coffins, but there are a few coffins with heavier corpse auras. They are iron coffins made of fine iron and solidified by evil formations.

The corpses raised inside should be stronger iron corpses.

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

From the looks of it, not all living monks are corpse cultivators.

There are only a few monks who can control corpses. They are dressed in gray robes and have pale skin.

In addition, most monks look more like robbers.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Other than that, it’s the formation.

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

The level of these formations is mostly below the first level, ranging from seven or eight lines to only nine lines at most.

Mo Hua solved several formations, looked at them carefully, and was suddenly stunned.

He is very familiar with the writing techniques of these formation patterns.

Neat and rigorous, even a little rigid.

When he first learned the formation pattern at Tongxian Sect, he used this formation pattern as a model.

This is... the formation of Yan Jiao Xihua...