Chapter 446 Screen

Mo Hua's heart moved, and he stared at Zhang Quan with his eyes.

He wanted to see how Zhang Quan would open the altar, how he would offer sacrifices to the bell, and what kind of ancestor statue he would worship.

Also, where is the altar that Zhang Quan wanted to open?

Mo Hua searched the zombie village, but couldn't find any altar.

Zhang Quan ordered a corpse cultivator:

"Go prepare the sacrifice."

The corpse cultivator took the order and retreated. After a while, he brought a robber in. The robber was holding a pottery jar full of blood.

Zhang Quan nodded, and then closed the door of the secret room.

After that, he checked around again and found that there were no "outsiders". He looked serious and walked to a screen.

The screen was old and placed against the wall. There was a dry ink landscape painted on it.

Zhang Quan pinched a few formulas and muttered something.

The ink on the screen was dense and rippled, and finally turned into nothingness, revealing a hole.

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

There is actually another secret room in this secret room?

I didn't even notice it.

It seems that I underestimated Zhang Quan.

This Zhang Quan has hidden a lot of secrets...

Mo Hua thought to himself.

Behind the screen, there is another secret room.

The beam where Mo Hua was standing had a bad view, so he could only glimpse a corner of the room, but not the whole picture.

But even from this corner, he could see inside, which was gorgeously decorated, with eerie candlelight, all kinds of evil furnishings, and a table covered with a golden tablecloth.

Mo Hua changed another beam, climbed the beam, and looked inside with his head hanging down.

Now he could see it more clearly.

There was indeed an altar inside.

There was a portrait on the altar.

It was a bit far away, so he couldn't see it clearly. Mo Hua didn't dare to look at it intently. He just glanced at it and looked away.

There were offerings on the stage.

But they were not proper offerings.

There were three plates, one for hand bones, one for foot bones, and a skull in the middle.

I don’t know if it was the bones of an innocent monk or the bones of Zhang Quan.

There were candles on the altar.

The candles were white, the flames were dark green, and the candle oil flowed like human tears, condensing on the bottom of the table after dripping.

Mo Hua guessed that this should be corpse oil.

In addition, there were some strange objects.

Mo Hua was not a corpse cultivator, so he couldn’t understand.

And under the altar, there was also a coffin.

This coffin was snow-white.

The material was neither wood nor stone, neither copper nor iron.

Mo Hua looked at it for a long time, and then he realized that this should be a bone coffin.

Then he was slightly surprised.

Could this bone coffin also be used to refine corpses?

But what kind of corpse was refined in the bone coffin?

He had only heard of walking corpses, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, and gold corpses, but had never heard of bone corpses...

What use are zombies with only bones left?

Mo Hua was complaining in his heart.

Just then, he saw Zhang Quan and the corpse cultivators kneeling in front of the altar, and then muttering something:

"The villains are here to attack, the ancestor is showing his power..."

"Lend me your divine thoughts to sacrifice the copper bell..."

"...The copper bell drinks blood, and the corpse is gone..."

"The bones should be used to worship the ancestor, and the human knowledge should be used as a feast."

"The ancestors of the Zhang family are above, and the younger disciple Zhang Quan bows!"

...

Mo Hua listened and frowned.

Ancestors of the Zhang family?

Then this portrait should be dedicated to the ancestors of the Zhang family.

Both ancestors and ancestors.

That should mean that the Zhang family has learned this corpse refining method since their ancestors, and then opened a coffin shop and passed it down from generation to generation.

After that, "borrow the divine thoughts, sacrifice the bronze bell, use human consciousness, and offer a feast."

Mo Hua was a little confused when he heard it.

At this time, Zhang Quan opened the bone coffin, grabbed the robber who sent the blood water with his pale palm, and threw him into the bone coffin.

The robber was still struggling, but he was no match for Zhang Quan, who was in the foundation building period. He could not break free and could only be locked in the bone coffin alive.

He begged for mercy in the coffin, and his fingers tore the coffin wall, making a miserable sound.

After a while, the shouting stopped, and there was no movement in the bone coffin.

Zhang Quan opened the coffin lid again, and the robber was dead. He opened his eyes wide, his eyes were terrified, but he didn't move.

His hands were covered with blood because of the tearing and scratching, and his nails were all gone.

But other than that, there was no scar on his body.

He just stayed there and died directly.

It was as if someone had eaten his soul directly.

Mo Hua's heart trembled, and then he suddenly realized.

The so-called "borrowing divine thoughts to sacrifice the copper bell."

It should mean borrowing the divine thoughts of the Zhang family ancestor to sacrifice the copper bell and enhance the copper bell's ability to control corpses.

Among these corpse cultivators, Zhang Quan is a foundation-building cultivator, so controlling the iron corpse is naturally a piece of cake.

Except for Zhang Quan, the other corpse cultivators are only at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

It is indeed a bit of a stretch to ask them to control the iron corpse that is close to the foundation building strength.

They can only use this method to borrow the divine consciousness, so that the divine consciousness of the Zhang family ancestors can be attached to the copper bell through sacrifice and refinement, and help them control the corpse.

"Use human consciousness to offer a feast."

It means to use human divine consciousness to feed the Zhang family ancestor.

On the surface, the high altar is the offering platform and the bones are the sacrifices.

In fact, the bone coffin is the offering platform, and the living person's divine consciousness is the sacrifice.

"In this case, this picture of the Zhang family ancestor is actually a... visualization picture?"

Mo Hua's mind moved slightly and blinked.

The robber was used as a sacrifice, his divine consciousness was eaten, and he died of panic.

Zhang Quan grabbed the robber from the bone coffin, threw it aside, and ordered:

"Take it to feed the corpse later."

Then he muttered something in a mysterious way, and after he finished, he took out a copper bell with blood rope patterns from the storage bag.

It was the corpse-controlling bell that Mo Hua had been thinking about!

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled.

If what he had guessed was correct, the corpse-controlling bell had a first-grade twelve-pattern spiritual formation.

He had to find a way to snatch the copper bell!

He also had to find a way to snatch the visualization picture!

But how could he snatch it?

It would probably be difficult to do it under Zhang Quan's nose.

Mo Hua frowned and thought.

And Zhang Quan was still offering the bell in front of the altar.

He took out three iron cups and placed them on the table, then put the copper bell into the cups, and then poured blood into the cups.

The blood slowly seeped into the copper bell.

It was as if the copper bell was drinking blood.

Mo Hua lay on the beam, his mind racing.

"Should we go outside and make some noise to lure Zhang Quan out..."

"Or should we call the junior brothers and sisters and rob him directly?"

Before Mo Hua could make a decision, there was a noise outside the door, and someone shouted anxiously:

"Boss!"

Zhang Quan was a little impatient.

The man outside the door shouted loudly: "Boss, something big has happened!"

Zhang Quan was offering sacrifices to the bell, and cursed inwardly, and ordered a corpse cultivator beside him:

"Go and see what happened."

The corpse cultivator took the order and went out, and when he came back, he looked panicked:

"Boss, it's bad!"

Zhang Quan frowned, "What happened?"

The corpse cultivator trembled and said: "The formation... is all broken!"

Zhang Quan's eyes widened, "What the hell do you mean by all broken?"

"It's just... all broken, none of them can be used..."

Zhang Quan felt his blood rushing up, and a burst of heart-piercing pain.

He said in disbelief:

"How could none of them work?"

"It seems... someone has tampered with it..."

Zhang Quan felt cold in his heart.

He originally thought that the zombie village relied on the formation, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and was enough to keep the enemy out.

After he sacrificed the bell and awakened the iron corpse, he could go out and kill everyone.

At worst, relying on the formation, it would always be no problem to defend the village.

But he never expected that the formation he had spent so much effort to build was broken?

Without the formation, the zombie village had no external barriers.

It would be much easier for others to attack.

But...how is this possible?

Zhang Quan suppressed his shock and anger and said, "I'll go and take a look."

But he frowned again after just a few steps.

It would take some time to complete the sacrifice of the blood altar bell.

This altar needs someone to watch over it, but he is not sure about letting others watch it.

Corpse cultivators are cold-hearted.

Not only him, but all corpse cultivators are like this.

He doesn't trust anyone in this village.

Zhang Quan looked around and looked at the corpse cultivators present one by one.

The other corpse cultivators lowered their heads silently when they met his gaze, not daring to look at him.

Zhang Quan snorted coldly and said slowly:

"Come with me and go out to have a look."

A corpse cultivator's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked in a low voice:

"Boss, do we need to leave someone to guard this altar..."

Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, "Do you want to stay?"

The corpse cultivator immediately said in panic: "I dare not."

Zhang Quan smiled sinisterly, "You all go out, I will close the door and seal the formation, and even mosquitoes can't fly in, you don't have to worry."

"Yes."

The corpse cultivator bowed his head and agreed, looking a little disappointed.

Several corpse cultivators walked out of the secret room with the body of the robber.

Zhang Quan was the last one to leave.

When he left, he sealed the screen.

After pinching some incantation or chanting some spell, the ink on the screen changed and turned into a dry ink landscape painting again.

Zhang Quan was still worried, so he checked everywhere several times, and then he was relieved and went out carefully.

Before leaving, he also locked the door.

The ink painting stayed on the beam without moving.

Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Quan came back.

He checked the house again and found no trace of outsiders. He breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door again. The footsteps gradually faded away.

Mo Hua snorted in his heart:

"You want to fool me with this little trick?"

Zhang Quan's every move was within his spiritual sense.

When Mo Hua's spiritual sense confirmed that Zhang Quan had indeed gone far away, he lightly fell from the beam.

The house was quiet, and there was no special smell on the screen.

It looked like an ordinary screen.

Mo Hua studied the screen and suddenly realized.

This screen was actually a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the refining method was very special. No wonder it could be hidden from his perception.

It is estimated to be worth a lot of spiritual stones...

"How did Zhang Quan get it?"

Mo Hua was a little curious.

Was it stolen, robbed, given by others, or passed down from his ancestors?

But now is not the time to worry about this.

To find a way, first open the screen, enter the altar, and steal the copper bell.

Mo Hua remembered that before Zhang Quan entered the screen, he chanted some spells and pinched some incantations, and then the ink on the screen melted, revealing a hole.

Mo Hua also followed suit, pinched the incantations, stamped his feet, and chanted a lot of nonsense.

He himself didn't know what he was chanting, it was just a matter of luck.

But it was obviously not a matter of luck.

The screen didn't move at all.

Mo Hua scratched his head.

Isn't it right...

But he couldn't go to Zhang Quan and ask him to demonstrate again what incantations to pinch and what spells to chant.

Mo Hua frowned and thought about it.

He remembered that Mr. Zhuang had counted that everything has its appearance and its essence.

Pinching the incantations and chanting the incantations are just appearances.

Its essence is the operation of the inner spiritual power.

From this point of view, this screen also has the essence of spiritual power.

On the spiritual tool, the one that controls the spiritual power is the formation...

Mo Hua looked at it carefully again, and finally found subtle formation patterns on the four feet and edges of the screen.

This kind of formation pattern is very small and obscure.

What's more troublesome is that Mo Hua didn't recognize it.

Even if he used his spiritual consciousness to deduce and calculate the complete formation pattern, Mo Hua didn't know what formation it was.

He could only make a rough guess based on his knowledge of formations.

The formation on this screen should be related to sound and image.

Chanting the mantra is the sound, and pinching the formula is the image.

Only when the mantra is chanted correctly, the formula is pinched correctly, and the sound and action are correct, can the formation be opened.

But Mo Hua didn't know what formation principle was used, whether it involved the five elements, or other formation rules.

"The formation is profound and extensive. It seems that I still have a lot to learn..."

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and wrote down the formation pattern first, and decided to slowly comprehend and study it later when he had time.