Asking about longevity

In the deep pit of the tomb, on the bronze coffin, the fierce battle continued.

In the bloody storm, the body parts were scattered all over the sky.

The huge bloody corpse waved its arms, commanding hundreds of corpses, roaring angrily like a monster.

Opposite him, the black-robed man carried the evil dragon on his back, with blood all over his body. When the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Formation was fully running, the fierce power was enough to compete with the huge corpse.

Every punch of this man could blast out a dragon shadow.

Every dragon shadow, accompanied by the dragon roar, rushed away with amazing power and blasted the huge bloody corpse.

The power of the evil dragon was so terrible that even this powerful bloody corpse could not resist it.

Large pieces of bloody body parts were blasted away by the dragon fist, disappeared, and turned into ashes.

Such a powerful power not only made the bloody corpse angry, but also made the other people feel emotional.

Especially Mr. Hui Er, his face was full of shock.

"Is this... a dragon?!"

He never expected that the big man who had not said a word all the way would actually have such a terrifying evil dragon power.

Shitou was also shocked.

Even the other three black-robed monks were all emotional and had different expressions.

The black-robed old man had a proud and fanatical look.

The black-robed young man looked envious and murmured, "Is this... the dragon of the Great Wilderness..."

Another black-robed big man, in the full-scale fight, also broke free from the black robe, revealing a strong body like a bear, and the ferocious demon pattern on his back.

The black-robed big man crushed a corpse to death with his bare hands, and then raised his head and looked at the figure covered with dragon patterns, his eyes full of desire.

And in this desire, there was also a hint of jealousy and greed.

The monks present were either shocked or had different thoughts.

Only Mo Hua was secretly working hard to deduce the array pattern and "steal" the array.

With the help of the corpse qi in the sky, as well as the surging spiritual power and blood, Mo Hua hid in the distance, using the Tianji Guisu and Tianji Derivation to amplify each other, peeking at this top-secret Great Wilderness Four Symbols Azure Dragon Array Diagram.

In his eyes, black, white and gold, three colors intertwined.

The powerful mind power poured out like a flood.

All kinds of ancient and mysterious array patterns with primitive meanings, vigorous and ancient, appeared in his mind one by one through derivation.

At the same time, Mo Hua drew on the ground with his hand, outlining the ink pattern, and quickly recorded these array patterns on the ground one by one.

On the gray-black ground, ink marks gradually emerged, like the claws of a blue dragon, spliced ​​one by one.

First it was the dragon claws, then the dragon scales, dragon tail, dragon body, dragon fins...

A dragon shape outlined by the array pattern appeared little by little... until the dragon head.

But at the head of the dragon, the whole dragon got stuck.

The calculation suddenly slowed down.

Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness began to feel a needle-like pain, and his spiritual consciousness gradually dried up.

The calculation under the blessing of the trick calculation gradually exceeded the load limit he could bear. Mo Hua's eyes began to swell and ache, as if blood was about to flow out...

It was as if there was a bottleneck stuck on the path of calculation.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he insisted, he could not get past this bottleneck and could not calculate the whole dragon.

The corners of his eyes were about to bleed, and the pain in his sea of ​​consciousness became more acute. Mo Hua knew that he had really reached his limit and could only stop the calculation.

"The spiritual consciousness is still not enough, and the peak of the nineteen patterns is not enough..."

"The trick calculation and the calculation are still lacking."

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

The complete formation diagram of the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Formation presented a dragon shape, but now this dragon lacked a head.

The body part has a total of eighteen patterns.

Mo Hua tried his best, but he could only deduce this far.

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

According to the incomplete picture derived from the calculation, the complete Four Symbols Azure Dragon array diagram may have nineteen patterns, but it is more likely to be more than twenty patterns, or even twenty-one patterns.

In other words, the Azure Dragon array on the body of the Demon Sect leader is not only the Four Symbols array of the Great Wilderness, but also the Divine Beast array in the Four Symbols array, and it is also a second-grade twenty-pattern undisclosed array.

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

If his consciousness and trickery were stronger, he might be able to calculate this array diagram completely.

It would not be like now, with claws and tails, but no head.

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

Mo Hua looked at the incomplete Azure Dragon array diagram he had just derived again, and gradually frowned.

Although it is a dragon, its bones are jagged, its lines are reversed, its claws are sharp, and its majesty reveals an evil.

"This is an evil formation..."

If it is an evil formation, then it cannot be learned.

Mo Hua will not be so arrogant as to ignore the warnings of his master, Mr. Xun, and all the senior elders along the way.

He will not really be stupid and learn the evil formation in his own way.

If you don't listen to the elders, you will suffer.

He can still distinguish between good and evil.

"Then what should I do with my own natal formation diagram?"

"What about this incomplete Four Symbols Azure Dragon formation diagram?"

Get rid of evil and turn it into good?

Where can I get the complete formation diagram?

It is impossible to kill this powerful Demon Sect leader, peel off his skin, and then copy it down?

Mo Hua frowned.

But time was urgent, so he didn't have time to think about it.

He copied the calculated array diagram on the jade slip and put it in the ring. Then he wiped out all the traces of the calculation on the ground. Mo Hua was relieved and looked up at the battlefield in the distance.

The battle with the bloody corpse was still going on, but it was gradually coming to an end.

The leader of the Demon Sect, who was in the late Jindan realm and was in charge of the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Evil Array, had a terrifying killing power.

The resurrected Qi of the bloody corpse was suppressed by the piece of white bones sacrificed by the black-robed old man.

Its heart was also tightly bound by the white Qi.

"Is that piece of white bones... dragon bones?"

"Can dragon bones suppress the Qi of Dao evil?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up. This was the first time he knew about this.

And with the dragon bones suppressing it, the "Qi" on the bloody corpse was indeed gradually dimming.

Without the power of the law of Qi, the seemingly powerful corpse of flesh and blood was just a huge "walking corpse", no match for everyone.

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

The flesh and blood of the corpse disintegrated and collapsed.

The dead air and Yin Qi also lost their foundation and gradually dissipated.

This huge corpse of flesh and blood was killed.

Without the foundation of flesh and blood and the nourishment of Yin Qi, the "Qi" suppressed by the dragon bones also dimmed.

"Win..."

Mr. Hui Er was a little unbelievable, and then looked at the proud leader of the Demon Sect carrying the evil dragon on his back, with deep fear and fear in his eyes.

In just a moment, he made up his mind and bowed to the black-robed old man and the others:

"Everyone, kill this evil beast, my mission is also completed, I will... take my leave first."

"Wait a minute." The black-robed old man said.

Mr. Hui Er paused.

The black-robed old man said: "The corpse statue has been killed, and the bronze coffin is right in front of you. Mr. Hui Er doesn't want to share a piece of the pie?"

Mr. Hui Er forced a smile and said: "I didn't contribute much to the killing of the corpse statue. I don't want to receive rewards without merit, so I naturally dare not share this benefit."

The black-robed old man shook his head, "You and I have agreed before that after the matter is completed, we will split the profits 50-50. Now that the matter is completed, how can I break my promise?"

Mr. Hui Er felt nervous.

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

This group of black-robed monks were genuine demon cultivators, and they were incredibly powerful, and could even cultivate evil dragons.

Anyone who has anything to do with dragons is extraordinary.

Mr. Hui Er didn't want to wade into this muddy water.

If he could get out of this situation, with a storage bag of rats in his arms, and catch a young "genius formation master", take him back to raise him, and let him work for him, it would be a good deal.

But it was obvious that the old man in black robe was not going to let him go.

These people were ruthless in their cultivation methods, and they killed the flesh and blood corpses, let alone himself.

Mr. Hui Er had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Then... I'd rather obey than be respectful."

The old man in black robe waved at Mo Hua in the distance.

Mo Hua was stunned, but still ran over.

The old man in black robe said, "Little brother, you can also pick a portion of the things in the coffin later."

"Really?" Mo Hua was a little surprised.

"Of course." The old man in black robe nodded, "You also contributed to the tomb robbery this time, so you should also take a share of the treasure."

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

Why did this old man want to share things with him?

What was he planning?

Of course, Mo Hua was also looking forward to what treasures would be buried in such a large brass coffin.

After that, everyone worked together to clean the brass coffin, burn the zombies' flesh and blood, and then began to search the coffin.

But after cleaning the remains and burning the rotten meat, the bottom of the huge coffin was empty, and there was nothing.

There was no tomb owner, no burial objects.

There was no trace of the "evil fetus" that Mo Hua wanted to find.

It seemed that the entire copper coffin was buried with these corpses.

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

The black-robed old man and several others were silent.

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

"Mr. Xuan, please be patient."

The black-robed old man's voice was hoarse, but looking at his expression, he also showed some confusion.

It seems that they did not find what they wanted on this trip.

And the current situation was beyond their expectations.

Mo Hua lowered his head, and on the surface he did not show any expression, but his mind was constantly moving.

He roughly figured it out.

Among the four black-robed monks, the demon cultivator with dragon patterns on his body was the leader of the Demon Sect.

The other one who looked like a bear was the "Bear Elder" of the Demon Sect.

He was also the "slippery fish" that Daotingsi and Taixu Sect jointly encircled and suppressed the Demon Sect last time.

At the same time, according to Elder Xun Ziyou, this "Bear Elder" was exactly one of the three Jindan-level demon cultivator elders in the Ten Thousand Demon Valley of the Hunting Demon Mountain.

When Mo Hua entered the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, he sneaked in while the three demon cultivator elders were out, so he did not meet the three demon cultivator elders directly.

Elder Xun Ziyou also said before that one of the three demon cultivator elders died in the Demon Refining Mountain, but he did not know how he died.

There were thick and long claw marks on his chest, as if he had been disemboweled and killed. The storage bag was gone, and the skin with demonic patterns had also been cut off. It was impossible to tell what kind of demonic cultivator it was.

The other one is the snake demon elder.

When Yanluoshan was encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect, he was beheaded by Elder Xun Ziyou.

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

He is also the only surviving Jindan demon cultivator in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

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" of the Demon Sect, the one with the most seniority and status second only to the leader of the Demon Sect.

But aren't these two elders dead?

Is it a fake death? Or has the golden cicada shed its shell?

Mo Hua frowned, a little confused.

When he made his predictions before, his calculations were mostly correct. In some sense, these three people all have some connection with him.

The only exception is this young man.

The second elder called him "Mr. Xuan."

Judging from Mo Hua's grasp of the Demon Sect through the Thunder Magnetic Formation, there is no such person as "Mr. Xuan" within the Demon Sect.

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

So who is he? What connection can it have with myself?

The strangest thing is, why did these golden elixirs from the Demon Sect go 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 brass coffins of the Ming Dynasty? Where did these corpses come from?

Mine... Shen family... Dao evil...

Mo Hua was full of doubts, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Did we look in the wrong place?" The black-robed young man called "Mr. Xuan" frowned, "The Shen family's mine is so big, the tomb we are looking for may not be built here."

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

"Did the Shen family build other tombs? Is this tomb used to hide from others?"

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

At this moment, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Where is Shen Qingsheng?"

"Chen Qingsheng?"

"The one who was arrested together is the young master of the Shen family." Mo Hua said, "Where are the others?"

"This..." Second Master Hui and the others looked at each other for a moment.

"It seems...lost?"

"When did you lose it?"

"It seems..." Shitou recalled, "when we were on the fork in the road."

Shen Qingsheng was held captive by a rat.

It was the first time that everyone was attacked by groups of zombies. After they got separated, the rats only focused on grabbing the ink paintings, and naturally lost Shen Qingsheng.

And this Shen Qingsheng is dispensable. Whether it was life or death, no one cared, and it was forgotten for a while.

Now he robs the tomb and steals an empty coffin.

Mo Hua thought of the Shen family, and then incidentally, he also remembered Shen Qingsheng.

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

Second Master Hui nodded.

So the group returned the same way.

But everyone knew in their hearts that with the corpses in the crossroads and so many changes happening in the underground palace, it was hard to say whether they could find Shen Qingsheng.

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

But you still have to look for it.

Because when we returned to the fork in the road, there were dense formations inside and the tunnels were complicated. Naturally, it was left to Mo Hua to show the way.

Mo Hua held the compass in one hand and secretly touched the coins with the other, calculating Shen Qingsheng's qi. He was a little surprised to find that Shen Qingsheng's cause and effect were clear and he seemed to be alive.

Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years. It's not just said casually.

The ink painting follows the Qi movement and leads the way.

After going through many detours, I finally found Shen Qingsheng curled up on the ground in a corner.

Shen Qingsheng lay on the ground in horror. A layer of faint golden light protected him. It seemed to be some kind of protective treasure.

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

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

Because of this, Shen Qingsheng saved his life and was not eaten by the zombies.

Seeing that Shen Qingsheng was still surrounded by corpse ghosts and kept biting them, Second Master Hui stepped forward, drew his knife and chopped off the corpse ghosts one by one, and rescued Shen Qingsheng.

Shen Qingsheng was cowering on the ground before, not daring to release his breath. Now when he saw that the corpses were all beheaded, he immediately looked ferocious, ignoring the stench, and trampled them with his feet to vent his anger:

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

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

"How do you know...these zombies are mine cultivators?"

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

"Okay," Mr. Hui interrupted him, "Who cares whether you mine or not repair it? Let me ask you, does this mine belong to your Shen family?"

"yes……"

"Then this tomb, under your Shen family's mine, was also built by your Shen family?"

"I...I don't know."

Second Master Hui stretched out his big hand and strangled Shen Qingsheng's neck, "Boy, don't play tricks. Tell me honestly, what is the purpose of building this tomb in the Shen family..."

Second Master Hui’s voice was stern, with a hint of fear hidden in it.

Shen Qingsheng said with an expression on his face: "I... I really don't know... I'm still young and can't interfere in family affairs. I don't know..."

"Damn, what a waste." Mr. Hui threw Shen Qingsheng to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng staggered to the ground, his eyes full of resentment, but he dared not say anything.

Mo Hua looked at Shen Qingsheng with deep eyes, then looked up at Mr. Hui, and saw the uneasiness in his eyes and the fear in his soul.

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

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and just wanted to say something to trick Mr. Hui into saying something, but heard the old man in black robe say in an old voice:

"Mr. Hui, at this point, why do you have to hide anything?"

Mo Hua was startled, and his heart was slightly chilled.

This second elder of the Demon Sect, who can suppress evil spirits with dragon bones, is indeed extraordinary.

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

Mr. Hui's eyelids jumped, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"

The old man in black robe said, "I asked an old friend to look through the genealogy of Maoshan, and found Mr. Hui who was expelled from the sect from the direct lineage. I believe that Mr. Hui will not let me down with his Maoshan skills."

Looking through the genealogy, checking the roots, tracing back to Maoshan.

Mr. Hui's heart trembled.

He thought that this business was a good luck and someone else brought it to him, but he didn't expect that he had been targeted by others for a long time.