Chapter 955 Dragon Picture
In the deep pit of the tomb, on top of the bright brass coffin, the fierce battle continued.
In the bloody storm, broken limbs are everywhere.
The huge flesh-and-blood corpse statue waved its arms, commanding hundreds of corpses, roaring angrily like monsters.
Opposite him, the big man in black robe was carrying an evil dragon on his back. His whole body was filled with blood and energy. With the four-elephant green dragon array operating at full strength, his fierce power was enough to compete with that huge corpse statue.
This big man can blast out a dragon shadow with every punch he makes.
Each dragon shadow, accompanied by the dragon's roar, rushed away with astonishing power, bombarding the huge flesh and blood corpse.
The power of the evil dragon is so terrifying that even this powerful flesh and blood corpse statue cannot resist it at all.
Large areas of flesh and blood stumps were shattered by the dragon fist, eliminated, and turned into ashes.
Such a powerful force not only made the flesh and blood corpse statue frightened and angry, but also made everyone else feel emotional.
Especially Mr. Hui, his face was full of shock.
"This is...a dragon?!"
He never expected that the silent big man along the way would actually possess such terrifying evil dragon power.
Shi Shi was also shocked.
Even the other three black-robed monks were all in a state of excitement and had different expressions.
The old man in black robe looked arrogant, with a hint of fanaticism.
The young man in black robe looked enviously and murmured: "Is this...the dragon of the wilderness..."
Another big man in black robes, in the middle of an all-out fight, also broke free of his black robes, revealing a body as strong as a bear's skin and a ferocious demonic pattern on his back.
The big man in black robe crushed a zombie to death with his bare hands, then raised his head and looked at the figure covered with dragon patterns, his eyes full of desire.
And in this desire, there is also a hint of jealousy and greed.
The monks present either looked shocked or had different thoughts.
Only Mo Hua was secretly working hard to calculate the formation patterns and "steal" the formations.
With the help of the corpse energy all over the sky, as well as the cover of the surging spiritual power and blood energy, Mo Hua hid in the distance, used the secret calculation and the calculation of the secret together, amplified each other, and peered at this top-secret blue dragon formation diagram of the four elephants of the wilderness.
In his eyes, black, white and gold were intertwined.
The powerful thought power pours out like a flood.
All kinds of simple and mysterious formations, containing prehistoric connotations, and powerful and clear formation patterns, are presented one by one in his mind through calculation.
At the same time, the ink painting was drawn on the ground by hand, outlining the ink patterns, and quickly recording these patterns on the ground one by one.
On the gray-black ground, ink marks gradually appeared, like the scales and claws of a blue dragon, spliced one by one.
First came the dragon claws, then the dragon scales, the dragon tail, the dragon body, the dragon fins...
A dragon shape outlined with array patterns appeared bit by bit... all the way to the dragon's head.
But right at the head of the dragon, the whole dragon got stuck.
The calculation suddenly became sluggish.
Mo Hua's sea of consciousness began to feel pain like needles, and his consciousness gradually dried up.
The calculations under the influence of trick calculations gradually exceeded the limit of the load he could bear. Mo Hua's eyes also began to feel swollen and painful, as if blood was about to flow out...
It seems that there is a bottleneck, stuck on the path of calculation.
No matter how hard he tried, no matter how persistent he was, he could not get past this bottleneck and could not calculate the entire dragon.
The corners of his eyes were about to bleed, and the stinging pain from the sea of consciousness became even sharper. Mo Hua knew that he had reached his limit, so he had no choice but to stop his calculations.
"The spiritual consciousness is still not enough, even the peak of the nineteen lines is not enough..."
"Scheming and calculus 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 of the Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation shows the shape of a dragon, but now this dragon is missing its head.
There are a total of eighteen lines on the body.
Mo Hua tried his best and could only reach this point.
The remaining formation pattern of the Blue Dragon's head was beyond the limits of Mo Hua's current consciousness and calculation, and he could not deduce it.
Based on the calculated residual diagram, it is speculated that the complete Four-Elephant Azure Dragon Formation may have nineteen patterns, but it is more likely to be an absolute formation of twenty or more patterns, or even twenty-one patterns.
In other words, the Azure Dragon Formation on the leader of the Demon Sect is not only the Four Elephant Formation of the Great Wilderness, but also the Divine Beast Formation in the Four Elephant Formation. It is also a second-grade, twenty-line non-transmission formation.
"What a pity..." Mo Hua sighed in his heart.
If his consciousness and calculation methods were stronger, he might be able to completely figure out this formation.
It wouldn't be like now, with claws and a tail, but no head.
"But after calculation, it seems useless..."
Mo Hua examined it again and gradually frowned at the incomplete Qinglong Formation diagram he had just calculated.
Although it is a dragon, its bones are jagged, its lines are reversed, its claws and teeth are sharp, and there is something evil in its majesty.
"This is an evil formation..."
If it's an evil formation, then you can't learn it.
Mo Hua will not be arrogant enough to ignore the warnings of Master, Mr. Xun, and all the seniors 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 the consequences.
He can still tell the difference between good and evil.
"Then what should I do with my natal formation?"
"What should I do with this incomplete Four-Elephant Blue Dragon Formation?"
To eliminate evil and transform it into righteousness?
Where can I get the complete array diagram?
It's impossible to kill this powerful Demon Sect leader, peel off the skin from his back, and then copy it, right?
Mo Hua frowned.
But time was urgent and he didn't have time to think too much.
He transcribed the calculated formation diagram on a jade slip and stored it in the Nazi Ring. Then he wiped out all traces of the calculation on the ground. Only then did Mo Hua feel relieved, and then raised his head to look at the battlefield in the distance.
The battle with the flesh and blood corpse statue is still going on, but it is gradually coming to an end.
At the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, the leader of the Demonic Sect, who is armed with the evil formation of the Four Elephants Blue Dragon, is extremely powerful in killing.
The flesh-and-blood corpse statue's resurrection aura was suppressed by the piece of white bones sacrificed by the old man in black robe.
Its heart was also tightly bound by that wisp of white Qi.
"Could those white bones be... dragon bones?"
"Dragon bone, can it suppress the evil spirit?"
Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly. This was the first time he knew about this kind of thing.
However, with the suppression of the dragon bone, the "Qi" of the flesh and blood corpse statue is indeed gradually dimming.
Without the power of the law of annihilation, the seemingly powerful flesh and blood corpse statue is just a huge "walking corpse" and is no match for everyone.
After dozens of rounds, with a loud bang, the flesh and blood corpse statue was punched on the head by the leader of the Demon Sect, and the black and red dragon shadow penetrated its head.
The flesh and blood of the corpse collapsed.
The death energy and yin energy also lost their foundation and gradually dissipated.
This huge flesh and blood corpse statue was killed.
Without the foundation of flesh and blood, without the nourishment of Yin Qi, the "Qi" suppressed by the dragon bone will become dim.
"Won..."
Second Master Hui was a little disbelieving, and then he looked at the proud and proud Demon Sect leader carrying the evil dragon on his back, with deep fear and fear in his eyes.
In just a moment, he made up his mind, cupped his hands towards the old men in black robes and said:
"Everyone, after killing this evil beast, my mission has been completed. I will... take my leave first."
"Wait a minute," said the old man in black robe.
Second Master Hui froze.
The old man in black robe said: "This corpse statue has been killed, and the copper coffin is right in front of you. Second Master Hui doesn't want a share of the pie?"
Second Master Hui forced a smile and said: "I didn't do much in the matter of killing the corpse statue. I didn't get any reward for my efforts, so naturally I didn't dare to share the benefits."
The old man in black robe shook his head, "You and I made a promise first, and when it's done, we'll split it 50-50. Now that it's done, how can I break my promise?"
Second Master Hui felt nervous.
He had already realized that he was in a tiger's den.
This group of black-robed monks are genuine demon cultivators, and they are incredibly powerful and can even cultivate evil dragons.
Anyone who has anything to do with dragons is great.
Second Master Hui doesn’t want to wade into this muddy water.
If you can get out at this moment, with Mouse's storage bag in your arms, and catch a young "genius formation master", go back and raise him, and work hard for yourself, it won't be a loss no matter how you think about it.
But it was obvious that the old man in black robe did not intend to let him go.
This group of people were so ruthless in their cultivation that they could kill even flesh and blood corpses, let alone themselves.
Second Master Hui had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Then...it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."
The old man in black robe waved to the ink painting in the distance again.
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, 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 this tomb robbery, so naturally you should get a share of the treasure."
"Thank you, senior." On the surface, Mo Hua was flattered, but in his heart he muttered:
This old man, why do you want to share things with yourself?
What was his plan?
Of course, Mo Hua also had some expectations in his heart as to what kind of treasures would be buried in such a large brass coffin.
After that, everyone worked together to clean the bright brass coffin, burned the flesh and blood of the zombies, and then began to search the coffin.
But after cleaning up the stumps and burning the carrion, the bottom of the huge coffin was empty, with nothing at all.
There is no owner of the tomb and no grave goods.
There was no trace of the "evil fetus" that Mo Hua was looking for.
It seemed that the entire copper coffin contained these corpses.
When Mr. Hui saw this, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression changed.
The old men in black robes also fell 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 and don't be impatient."
The old man in black robe had a hoarse voice, but looking at his expression, there was also a hint of confusion.
It seems that they didn't find what they were looking for.
And the situation in front of them was beyond their expectation.
Mo Hua lowered his head, showing no expression on the surface, but his thoughts kept stirring.
He probably figured it out.
Among these four black-robed monks, the big demon cultivator with the dragon pattern is the leader of the Demon Sect.
The other person who looks like a bear is the "Elder Bear" of the Demon Sect.
He was also the "fish that slipped through the net" when Daotingsi and Taixu Sect teamed up to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect last time.
At the same time, according to Elder Xun Ziyou, this "Elder Xiong" happened to be one of the three demon cultivator elders in the Ten Thousand Demons Valley of Hunting Demon Mountain.
When Mo Hua entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he sneaked in while the three demon cultivator elders were out, so he did not directly meet the three demon cultivator elders.
Elder Xun Ziyou also said before that one of the three demon cultivator elders died in Demon Refining Mountain, but he did not know how.
There were thick and long paw prints on the chest, as if someone had been disemboweled and killed. The storage bag was gone, and the skin with demonic patterns had 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 man in front of me.
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 demon sect’s golden elixirs 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 is no way there is 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 guide 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 zombies, biting and biting him, Second Master Hui stepped forward, drew his knife and chopped off the zombies one by one, and rescued Shen Qingsheng.
Shen Qingsheng had been huddled on the ground before, not daring to release his breath. Now when he saw that the corpses had all been beheaded, he immediately looked ferocious. Regardless of the stench, he stomped on them with his feet to vent his anger and said:
"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 repairmen?"
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, you're a loser." Second Master Hui casually threw Shen Qingsheng to the ground.
Shen Qingsheng stumbled to the ground, his eyes were filled with resentment, but he did not dare to say anything.
Mo Hua looked at Shen Qingsheng with deep eyes, then raised his head to look at Master Hui, seeing the uneasiness in his eyes and the fear in his soul.
"Shen Qingsheng may not know anything, but this Second Master Hui...has clearly noticed something..."
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and just when he was about to say something to deceive Mr. Hui's words, he heard the old man in black robe say in an old voice:
"Second Master Hui, now that things have come to this, why should I hide anything?"
Mo Hua was startled and felt a little chilled in his heart.
The second elder of the Demon Sect was able to use dragon bones to calm down the Qi, which was indeed an extraordinary method.
He could tell that Second Master Hui was hiding something, and he seemed to have noticed it too.
Mr. Hui's eyelids twitched, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"
The old man in black robe said: "I asked an old friend to look up Maoshan's genealogy and found out from the direct lineage that Second Master Hui was expelled from the sect. I believe that Second Master Hui's Maoshan Taoism will not let him go. I’m disappointed.”
I looked through the family tree and traced my roots back to Maoshan.
Second Master Hui's heart trembled.
He thought that this business was brought to his door by luck, but unexpectedly, he had been targeted by others for a long time.
(End of chapter)