Asking about longevity

Zhang Quan was so angry that he vomited blood.

At this time, Mo Hua had already run far away with his corpse-controlling bell and his ancestor.

In the dark night, the monks were fighting.

The ink painting uses stealth techniques to hide its figure, and moves like flowing water, moving through the corpse village, avoiding all attacks and spells, passing through thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touching itself.

When he reached a roof, Mo Hua stopped, let go of his consciousness, and found Situ Fang.

Situ Fangzheng and the two elders of the Situ family fought against zombies controlled by several corpse cultivators.

After repelling the enemy, while taking a breather, a clear voice shouted:

"Sister Situ."

Situ Fang looked at the open space to one side. After a while, Mo Hua appeared and said with a smile:

"I grabbed the corpse control bell."

Situ Fang was startled, "You actually grabbed it?"

Mo Hua shook his little hand and held three copper bells in his hand.

These copper bells are more delicate, tied with blood ropes, and the patterns on them are more complex. You can tell at a glance that the zombies they control are more powerful.

Not only Situ Fang, but also Situ Jin and another serious elder Situ looked shocked.

Not long after the battle, he stole the opponent's trump card?

Situ Fang was shocked at first, and then he was overjoyed. His expression brightened and he said:

"Two elders, let's fight quickly and take down the zombie village!"

"good!"

The two elders of the Situ family nodded.

Without the iron corpse, they would have no fear and would have no scruples in taking action.

Two foundation builders took the lead in the charge. The monks from the Situ family were as powerful as a rainbow and were invincible for a moment.

There are also corpse cultivators who take corpse blood pills and their cultivation level increases dramatically, turning them into corpses.

But these corpse cultivators are basically qi refining, and their skills and techniques are average. No matter how much they take drugs, they are no match for the foundation-building cultivators.

It just held on for a while longer.

Mo Hua found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again, "Let's arrest Zhang Quan, don't let him escape!"

Bai Zisheng was overjoyed: "Okay!"

Zhang Quan really wanted to run away.

The zombie stronghold can no longer be defended.

The formation was broken, and there was no zombie control bell, so the iron zombies could not be controlled. It was only a matter of time before the zombie stronghold was breached.

If something cannot be done, there is no need to do it.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Zhang Quan packed some key things, then changed into ordinary robber's clothes, mixed in with the crowd, and tried to sneak away.

The zombie village was in chaos, with chasing and fleeing monks everywhere.

For a while, no one noticed Zhang Quan.

But he could deceive others, but he couldn't deceive Mo Hua.

When Mo Hua discovered that Zhang Quan was missing, he stepped lightly, pressed against the wall, and walked to a high pavilion in the Walking Corpse Village, activating his spiritual consciousness to the extreme.

In the chaotic battle situation, the spiritual power of the monks was clearly visible.

It is clear whether it is strong or weak, what color it is, and what attributes it is divided into.

Mo Hua looked around and found a deep spiritual power in a corner.

The spiritual power was earthy gray, gloomy and filthy, and was being restrained as much as possible, as if for fear of being discovered by others.

Mo Hua's little hand pointed far away, "There!"

Bai Zisheng looked in the direction of his finger.

Sure enough, in the corner of a stone wall, I saw a monk dressed as a robber, huddled in the corner, pretending to be afraid, then with a gloomy look, looking for an opportunity to escape.

"You bastard, where are you running?"

Bai Zisheng shouted loudly, waved his right hand, took out a long spear, the spear was powerful, and the figure was like a dragon, and he went straight towards Zhang Quan.

At the same time, Bai Zixi twisted her slender hands, and three golden sword energies gathered together. The white fire on the sword also flashed through the air and flew towards Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan's scalp was numb and he hurriedly got up and ran away. But when he turned around in panic, his right shoulder was still hit by the tip of Bai Zisheng's spear, leaving a bloody mark.

At the same time, Bai Zixi's sword energy also arrived.

Zhang Quan dodged two attacks, but the third one pierced his shoulder. The sword light twisted the wound, and the white spiritual fire burned, making the pain unbearable.

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Quan was extremely angry and helpless.

He could only run. Now, all his moves had been seen through, and his trump cards had been stolen. There was no way he could be the opponent of these two little monks, a man and a woman.

What's more, if he is surrounded by foreign enemies now, if he delays it any longer, he will undoubtedly die.

Zhang Quan used Earth Escape again.

The Walking Corpse Village is built on a mountain. The ground is full of earth and rocks, and there are many houses and caves. In addition, the night is dark, and the battle situation is extremely chaotic.

Therefore, Earth Escape is more hidden and difficult to detect.

But before he could get far, he heard a roar and a fireball, which hit the ground in an instant.

The fire spiritual power passed through the ground and reached him. It burned slightly and was not very powerful.

But the fireball spell is just a guide.

What followed was a sharp spear and a golden sword energy.

Zhang Quan was stabbed again, and another sword energy hit his back.

He quickly quit the escape technique and looked around, and sure enough, he saw a familiar, small figure sitting cross-legged on the high pavilion not far away, with fireballs condensed on his fingertips, looking at him with a smile.

As soon as he saw this smiling face, Zhang Quan's head buzzed and his scalp trembled.

He felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head, and he was so angry that he could not speak.

After a long time, he pointed at the ink painting with trembling hands and said angrily:

"I...my things...were you stolen?"

Mo Hua looked innocent, "What?"

Zhang Quan said angrily: "My corpse control bell!"

"Oh," Mo Hua seemed to "think" about it. He dug around in his storage bag and pulled out a few bells, and said doubtfully:

"This thing belongs to you. I saw that no one wanted it, so I kept it for a while."

After speaking, Mo Hua stuffed the copper bell into his storage bag.

Zhang Quan looked at Mo Hua with his own eyes, took out his corpse-control bell, looked at him again, stuffed his corpse-control bell into his own storage bag, and his eyes turned red for a moment.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and said:

"Then my... ancestor..."

"Ancestor?"

Mo Hua pulled at the storage bag for a while and took out a large ball of crumpled paper-like stuff:

"Is this your ancestor?"

Zhang Quan vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his eyes were blood red and covered with bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse:

"You stole my corpse-control bell and insulted my ancestors of the Zhang family. Even if I die today, I will crush your bones into ashes!"

After speaking, he turned his right hand and took out a bright red pill.

This elixir was redder than the corpse blood elixir he had taken before, so red that it seemed like it would bleed.

The moment he took out the elixir, Bai Zisheng realized that he was going to fly away the elixir with a single move of his spear.

Bai Zixi also condensed a sword energy, trying to cut his wrist and interrupt his drug taking.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth, blocked with his left arm, and took Bai Zisheng's shot.

Then he turned slightly sideways and took Bai Zixi's sword energy forcefully.

Then he tried desperately to take the blood elixir in his hand.

But before he could enter, a swift fireball roared over and accurately hit Zhang Quan's right hand, burning his palm black and burning the elixir in his hand to ashes.

Zhang Quan was so angry that he lost his mind.

Fireball again? !

It's this brat again!

Zhang Quan was so angry that he became numb.

Mo Hua was still mocking him:

"You are a small skill, but you still dare to try your best?"

"If you still only have these little tricks that can't be put on the table, then your corpse-controlling bell will be mine, and your ancestors will also be gone..."

Our ancestors are gone...

When Zhang Quan heard this, his eyes were about to burst, and he wanted to say something else, but before he could speak, he rolled his eyes, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he fell straight down.

Bai Zisheng stepped forward and kicked Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quanquan had no reaction.

Bai Zisheng frowned, raised his head and said, "Mo Hua, you pissed him off."

"No way……"

Mo Hua was startled.

After all, he is a master of a family and a corpse refiner, so he can't be so bad-tempered.

"Isn't it said that people who refine corpses are cold-hearted? Are they so angry that they die so easily?" Mo Hua muttered.

"No matter how cool you are, I can't help you being so angry with him..." Bai Zisheng said helplessly.

Mo Hua scratched his head, "I'm not too angry with him, I just told the truth..."

Are you "telling the truth"?

Bai Zisheng was speechless.

"Wait a minute..."

Mo Hua jumped down from the high pavilion, let go of his consciousness, took a peek at Zhang Quan's spiritual aura, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief:

"I'm just dizzy, not mad to death."

"Find Sister Situ, use silver needles to seal his meridians, and then use Dao Tingsi's iron locks to lock him up."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said:

"By the way, we need to feed him some elixirs to kill him, otherwise he will be really angry to death..."

Bai Zisheng nodded, "Okay."

Capturing the half-dead Zhang Quan, the zombie village is equivalent to being breached.

The next steps are to hunt down the corpse cultivators, clear away the remnants, count the strongholds and deal with the casualties.

Situ Fang and the monks of the Situ family are mainly responsible for these finishing touches.

Bai Zisheng took the initiative to help. He hadn't had enough yet.

Mo Hua took advantage of this period of time to take Bai Zixi and turn the zombie village upside down again.

The caves that had not been entered before, the doors that were not opened, and the coffins that were not lifted were all searched carefully by Mo Huazhong.