Chapter 491 Little Yellow Bird

At the ugly hour of the next day, in the altar of corpses where coffins were scattered, Lu Chengyun came to draw the formation again.

Mo Hua hid behind the altar and watched him secretly.

Lu Chengyun, as usual, opened the coffin, took out the pen, poured out the blood ink, and dipped it in blood to draw a pattern, but as soon as he started writing, he frowned.

He stared at the formation for a long time, frowning more and more, and finally murmured:

"wrong……"

"wrong……"

"There's something wrong with this formation..."

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

Lu Chengyun was still puzzled:

"Who changed my formation?"

"Who has the ability to change the formation I drew?"

"Who else could, under my nose, sneak into the corpse mine, sneak into the altar, open the bronze coffin, and change the first-grade and twelve-line evil spirit pivot array that I drew?"

Lu Chengyun's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Suddenly he was startled:

"Is there someone in this altar?"

He quickly released his consciousness and glanced around.

Mo Hua shrank his little head and concealed his breath.

Lu Chengyun's consciousness swept over the formation, the coffin, the altar, and then over his body, but found nothing.

Lu Chengyun glanced back and forth several times and finally felt relieved.

"Am I being paranoid..."

Lu Chengyun frowned and murmured.

This kind of thing is a bit unbelievable...

If he could really do it, his cultivation level must be extremely profound and his methods unfathomable.

If these senior monks want to deal with themselves, there is no need to use such sneaky tricks. If they attack head on, they will not be able to resist...

"Array... ink painting?"

Lu Chengyun suddenly thought of ink painting.

In the entire corpse mine, only Mo Hua was second only to him in terms of formation strength.

Could it be that Mo Hua changed his Lingshu Evil Formation?

"No, he doesn't have the strength."

Lu Chengyun said flatly.

The first-grade twelve-line Lingshu Formation requires twelve lines to build the foundation of spiritual consciousness.

Although Mo Hua, a young monk, has strong spiritual consciousness, he is still refining qi. He can only hold ten lines in the sky, maybe less than ten lines.

Divine consciousness is the foundation of the formation master.

If his spiritual consciousness is less than twelve lines, he will definitely not be able to draw the Spiritual Pivot Formation without using evil techniques or borrowing other material and spiritual consciousness.

And this little monk has a pure aura and is flawless.

He must have never practiced evil arts or drawn evil formations.

What's more, it's impossible for him to learn the Lingshu Formation.

This is the ultimate formation of the first and twelve lines, which is beyond the first level. I have studied it for nearly a hundred years, and I have to use evil techniques to lower the threshold before I can draw the formation.

This kid doesn't even have a formation diagram, how can he learn it or draw it?

As for the formation pattern, he has seen it before...

But in total, I only glanced at the formation diagram. When I had nothing to do, I watched myself draw the formation in bits and pieces.

Wouldn't it be a fantasy to be able to learn this?

No matter how talented you are, you are not such a high-level magician...

If he could learn it after just a few glances like this, wouldn't he have learned all the formation techniques he had learned over the years?

Lu Chengyun shook his head.

"It can't be him..."

If it's not Mo Hua, then there's only one person...

"Zhang Quan!"

Lu Chengyun's eyes gradually became sharper.

He looked at the formation on the bronze coffin again, and his thoughts moved slightly.

In this formation, the aura has changed and the evil spirit has faded.

But the formation patterns haven't changed.

This shows that it is probably not that the formation has changed, but that someone has used other means to reduce their control over the Corpse King, so the effectiveness of the formation has weakened, and the evil power has also weakened...

This is the method of refining corpses!

Among all the corpse cultivators in the entire corpse mine, the one who is most proficient in corpse refining is naturally Zhang Quan.

Even this bronze coffin was originally handed down from the ancestors of the Zhang family.

Zhang Quan knew better than himself, and it seemed reasonable that he could carry him on his back and use his hands and feet.

"Zhang Quan..."

Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly cold and he muttered silently.

He knew that Zhang Quan had second thoughts.

Moreover, the two have very different ideas about how to use the Corpse King.

Zhang Quan's vision is not high and his structure is not big. Like ordinary corpse cultivators, he only knows how to refine corpses and kill people, kill people and refine corpses. He only thinks about establishing a demon sect and "glorifying the ancestors", and cannot see through the nature of this world.

Originally, Lu Chengyun didn't care.

After all, the Zhang family's corpse refining method is still of great use to him.

However, if Zhang Quan dared to take advantage of the corpse king and ruined his own plan, then he would not be blamed...

Lu Chengyun's smile became sinister.

The ink painting behind the altar heard Lu Chengyun say that he had "no strength", and then heard him read the name "Zhang Quan", and he also smiled like a little fox.

But Lu Chengyun is obviously still worried...

The next day, he asked Mo Hua to adjust the formation eyes of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation. At the same time, he opened the bronze coffin and began to draw the formation.

As usual, the ink painting secretly peeked into the bronze coffin.

His eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

There is no other difference.

Lu Chengyun frowned and asked, "Sir, what do you think of this formation?"

Mo Hua nodded and said: "It's very profound!"

"Can you understand?"

Mo Hua murmured: "I can understand...a little bit."

But when he said this, he obviously felt guilty.

He probably doesn’t understand anything, but he’s proud of himself, so he tries to be eloquent.

Lu Chengyun thought to himself.

Then Mo Hua seemed to remember something and said innocently:

"By the way, Master Lu, you said you would teach me this formation after the formation eye is finished. Can you teach me now?"

Mo Hua looked at Lu Chengyun with clear eyes.

Lu Chengyun was slightly stunned.

Mo Hua's eyes were too innocent...

So innocent that he would feel guilty just to doubt him.

"This silly kid actually thought that I would teach him the formation?"

Lu Chengyun sighed in his heart, and then said gently:

"You can't learn it now, wait until your spiritual sense is stronger..."

"Oh."

Mo Hua was a little disappointed and left disappointed, but he would occasionally look over, his eyes reluctant to leave.

Seeing this, Lu Chengyun's doubts were gone, and he said with certainty in his heart:

"It must be Zhang Quan!"

The person who tampered with the bronze coffin must be Zhang Quan!

Although Mo Hua, this little cultivator, is a little smart, he has a clear eye and is not deep in his mind, so he can't play too many tricks.

The only person who can play tricks in front of him is Zhang Quan!

Lu Chengyun's eyes were stern, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In a place he didn't notice, Mo Hua turned his back to him, his back was a little lost, but his little face was smiling...

...

In the next few days, Lu Chengyun remained calm on the surface, but his eyes looking at Zhang Quan were faintly cold.

Zhang Quan had a guilty conscience and didn't notice it.

But all of this was seen by Mo Hua, who looked innocent.

...

One night, at the time of Yin.

In the empty and silent altar of ten thousand corpses.

The murals rippled, revealing the door, and Zhang Quan walked in on tiptoe.

He looked around and made sure that there was no one in the altar, then he opened the bronze coffin, cut his hand with a knife, fed the corpse with blood, walked backwards, chanted spells, and rang the bell to call the corpse...

He has been performing this set of spells to control the corpse for several days in a row.

And in the bronze coffin, the heartbeat of the corpse king was even more surging and powerful, containing the power to make the corpses fear and surrender.

After the spell was finished, Zhang Quan's face turned pale and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.

The further you go in this set of spells, the more blood you need and the more strenuous it is to perform the ritual.

But if you can control the corpse king, everything is worth it.

Zhang Quan closed the coffin lid, sneered, and left the altar...

The gloomy altar returned to silence.

A moment later, a figure slowly walked out from behind the altar, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a gloomy face.

It was Lu Chengyun.

He glanced at the mural, then walked to the bronze coffin, unsealed the coffin lid, and looked at the formation on the bronze coffin.

The effect of the formation was indeed weaker.

At the same time, the heartbeat of the zombie became stronger.

Lu Chengyun's eyes were cold, and he silently took out the bone pen, dipped it in human blood, and reinforced another formation to suppress the effect of the corpse control bell.

After drawing, he resealed the coffin.

Lu Chengyun also sneered and left the altar.

The altar returned to silence again.

After Lu Chengyun left, within a cup of tea, another little head popped out from the altar.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Mo Hua was the little oriole.

When Lu Chengyun hid behind the altar and looked at Zhang Quan, he hid on the stone beam above Lu Chengyun's head and looked at the two of them.

Now Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun are gone.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly, and he jumped down from the altar lightly, and then came to the bronze coffin, used the homemade coffin nails to unlock the formation, opened the bronze coffin, and called the little zombie to push the coffin lid for him.

Under the coffin lid was the coffin.

On the coffin was the formation that Lu Chengyun had just reinforced.

Mo Hua took out the pen and ink, and continued to draw his own formation on Lu Chengyun's Lingshu Xie formation...

Zhang Quan refined the corpse.

Lu Chengyun drew the formation.

Mo Hua drew the formation.

This scene was played out in turn in this altar.

It was not until more than half a month later that the Corpse King was about to be refined and opened the coffin to come out...

After receiving the message from Mo Hua, for more than half a month, undercurrents surged in Nanyue City, and there was also anxiety and solemnity about the coming of a storm...

Xiaohuangzhou Realm.

It seemed to be a clear day, but a torrential rain came in an instant.