Chapter 478 Dao Name

In the altar of ten thousand corpses, blood streaks were everywhere, coffins were lined up in a row, candlelight was dim, and it was empty and dead silent.

No one was there.

Except Mo Hua.

After Mo Hua controlled the little zombie to close the gate, the mural behind him twisted and blocked the way in again.

Mo Hua nodded.

This Lingshu formation was indeed a perfect formation, much more practical than he thought.

Then he began to look at the altar.

During the day, with Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan there, Mo Hua didn't feel anything.

At this late night, when he came alone, he felt that although this altar was magnificent, it was much more gloomy and evil, not to mention the coffins and zombies in the coffins.

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He calmed down and began to do things one by one according to his plan.

First, he studied the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation.

Although he designed the array eye of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation, the array eye was only connected to the array hub to allow the spiritual power to flow.

Mo Hua didn't know the whole picture of the entire formation.

This Ten Thousand Corpse Formation is the result of Lu Chengyun's hard work for so many years.

He didn't have a chance to take a closer look during the day, so as not to offend Lu Chengyun's taboo.

And according to Mo Hua's understanding of the formation, this Ten Thousand Corpse Formation is likely not just a complex formation, but a large evil formation!

Mo Hua performed the Water Step, attached the spiritual power to his feet, walked along the wall, walked to the roof, hung his head upside down, and looked down.

From a high place, the whole formation is in full view.

The formation eye is the heart, the formation hub is the skeleton, and the formation pattern is the flesh and blood.

The front and back echo each other, and the end is connected.

Indeed, it is a complete and large-scale formation.

Mo Hua memorized the overall formation pattern in his mind, then walked down and began to look at the formation patterns in the details bit by bit.

These formation patterns are evil patterns on the surface.

But stripping their essence, they are still the application of the five elements of earth, wood, water, etc.

The earth formation integrates corpse flesh;

The water formation is mixed with blood and water.

Then, some poisonous plant juices were used to construct a wood array, and flesh and blood were blended to form the array pattern of the evil array.

Human flesh and blood are naturally compatible with spiritual power.

Therefore, evil arrays often use human blood as ink and human flesh as a medium, which can enhance the effect of the array and reduce the difficulty of the array.

Although the threshold was lowered, the understanding of the laws of the great way contained in it was much shallower.

Mo Hua shook his head.

Such opportunistic and superficial understanding will not lead to the great array.

However, in order to know himself and the enemy, Mo Hua still checked and sorted out the array pattern from beginning to end.

After sorting out, he combined the array hub and the array eye he constructed, and made a slight calculation to clear the operation logic of spiritual power and evil power in the array.

A complete picture of the Ten Thousand Corpses Array appeared in Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Hua wrote down the array picture in the sea of ​​consciousness on paper, then lowered his head to look at it carefully, and pondered silently.

After a moment, he sighed:

"It's really the prototype of a big formation..."

And it's not the kind of simple big formation that's just for numbers.

It's a kind of evil formation that has been replaced by several generations, with complete formation patterns, simple formation hubs, strong power of the formation eye, and obvious inheritance marks.

"The evil formation of ten thousand corpses..."

Mo Hua frowned.

"Where did Lu Chengyun get the formation diagram from?"

"Could it be that there are magic cultivators from the Lu family or this corpse mine who are proficient in magic formations and are from the orthodox magic sect?"

But he has been very familiar with the corpse mine these days.

He has never seen such a cultivator, and he didn't even find any traces.

"Could it be that another demon demon gave it to Lu Chengyun by chance?"

Demon demon...

Mo Hua thought of the weird Taoist who Mr. Zhuang said he couldn't look at, couldn't mention, and had better not think about.

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

Mo Hua murmured.

If so...

That Taoist passed on the recipe of the Longevity Transformation Yuanxie Pill from the Qian family ancestor, and also passed on the diagram of the Ten Thousand Corpses Evil Array from Lu Chengyun. It is estimated that some other places also passed on some evil-minded cultivators and some forbidden methods of the magic way...

What is he after?

To create Taoism?

Can Taoism, a disaster of heaven and earth, really be "mass-produced" artificially?

Or does this Taoist have other deeper intentions?

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard.

As he thought about it, he became a little lost.

Suddenly, an extremely cold and terrifying chill surged into his heart.

In Mo Hua's mind, the outline of a Taoist appeared faintly.

The outline of the Taoist was like black ink.

The whole body was covered with dry black lines.

But these lines gradually solidified and took shape.

The face of the Taoist gradually became clear, and a pair of eyes slowly opened, deep and empty, looking at Mo Hua bit by bit.

Mo Hua didn't know who he was, but in a flash, he knew the Taoist's name:

"The Gui Taoist!"

A man who was half ghost and half ghost seeking the Tao.

Mo Hua was shocked and quickly meditated and put aside all his thoughts.

But the more he didn't want to think, the more he couldn't help thinking.

Even the three words "the Gui Taoist" almost came out of his mouth.

Mo Hua had a feeling that once he said the three words "the Gui Taoist", he would be discovered by the Taoist immediately.

"Don't say it, don't say it!"

Mo Hua kept warning himself.

And when he was suppressing his mind, his mouth suddenly lost control and he said the first word "gui"...

The Taoist's empty eyes suddenly became bright, and he turned his head silently, and was about to focus his gaze on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart, and he was quick to think, and quickly pinched his cheeks.

Two finger marks were left on his fair face.

Mo Hua felt pain, and finally did not say the three words "guidaoren".

Mo Hua had a moment to breathe without saying the name.

What to do?

Mo Hua was blessed, and quickly took out the spiritual ink, dipped his finger in the ink, and used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the earth's essence, and began to draw the thick earth array on the ground.

Once the array was drawn, the spiritual consciousness would be concentrated, and he would not think about anything else.

He would not even think about saying any name.

And the earth's essence that was communicated also occupied Mo Hua's mind.

A trace of ancient meaning spread, gradually covering the breath of the guidaoren...

At the same time, under a cliff covered with dead trees.

"Sun Yi" who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

He was dirty and covered with a dirty Taoist robe worn by a dead person. His eyes were dark and empty, and his voice was hoarse and sticky:

"Who..."

"...Want to recite my name?"

"So familiar..."

He closed his eyes to sense, and suddenly opened his eyes again, with a hollow look, slightly puzzled:

"The Great Earth Dao Yun?"

"Disciple of the Earth Sect?"

"How could it be..."

Where did the disciples of the Earth Sect come from in the Small Wasteland State, and how could they recite his name?

"No..."

"Sun Yi" stretched out his right hand. His right hand had several broken strands, twisted together in a strange shape, and he didn't know what he was calculating.

Some causes and effects were also connected:

"The Great Earth Dao Yun..."

"Thick Earth Formation..."

"There is a cultivator..."

"Formula Master..."

"Short in stature... No... Very young?"

The cause and effect ended here.

Unclear.

"Sun Yi's" eyes shed tears of blood, his sparse hair gradually turned white, his sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and the remaining consciousness tried its best to calculate:

"If there is no Dao Yun covering, this person will definitely read out my name in three breaths..."

"Then remove the Dao Yun covering..."

"Sun Yi's" eyes were bleeding like a spring, his gray hair fell off, and his face aged visibly with the naked eye, as if after his consciousness was exhausted, he used the power of his life to make up for the lack of calculation power.

He counted in his mouth:

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

Three breaths had passed, and in the future he calculated, someone really read his name uncontrollably:

"The Weird Taoist!"

The voice that read his name was crisp and pleasant.

"Sun Yi" was slightly stunned, with a look of surprise, "It's a child?"

Why would a child read his own name?

Who is he?

What is his connection with me?

Sun Yi listened carefully again, but found that the voice had changed.

From a child's voice, it gradually became clear, then a teenager's voice, then gradually became deep, then a middle-aged voice.

Finally, it became a voice that he was extremely familiar with and missed.

This voice was clear and elegant.

The three words "guidaoren" also became two words:

"senior brother."

Sun Yi opened his eyes, and in a trance, he saw a monk with a clear face and extraordinary grace looking at him.

His eyes were clear and gentle, and there was an elusive smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was Mr. Zhuang.

After a moment, everything disappeared like smoke.

"Sun Yi" could no longer remember who had read his name.

He only remembered this "senior brother".

He counted with his fingers again and found that the sea of ​​consciousness of this body had cracked, the spiritual consciousness had dried up, and the hair on the top of the head had fallen out...

There was nothing to count...

"Sun Yi" sat for a long time, with a strange expression, muttering:

"My good junior brother... What are you hiding?"

"What else is worth hiding when you are so poor?"

The forest was silent and no one answered.

"Forget it..."

"Sun Yi" stood up tremblingly, wrapped in the Taoist robe of the dead, and walked out of the forest with one deep and one shallow step...

"When I find you, I will know everything..."

Sorry, it's late.

A little tired...

There should be another chapter later.