Chapter 447 Robbed

The next question is, how to break this screen?

Mo Hua pondered silently.

Generally speaking, the screen is a spiritual weapon, and there is a formation on the spiritual weapon.

If the formation is solved, the spiritual weapon can be broken, making this screen ineffective.

But Mo Hua didn't know what formation was drawn on the screen, nor did he know what the formation pattern of life and death was, so naturally he couldn't solve the formation.

Since it can't be solved, then just destroy it?

Use the reverse spirit formation to break the formation structure, destroy the formation eye, and make the formation self-destruct?

Mo Hua thought.

At this time, there is no need to worry about being discovered. It doesn't matter whether he keeps the screen or not, and it doesn't matter if the method is rough.

Once the formation self-destructs, the screen will be broken.

It is possible that the hole in the screen will open.

It is also possible that the secret room will be sealed and no one can enter.

The best case is that the formation is destroyed, the formation blessing is gone, the screen is ineffective, and the secret room is open.

I can sneak in and pack up everything and take it away.

The worst case scenario is that the screen will self-destruct and no one can get in.

If I can't get in, Zhang Quan can't get in either.

In this way, the corpse-controlling bell and the visualization map will be sealed inside.

It doesn't matter if I can't get in.

But if Zhang Quan can't get in, he won't have the corpse-controlling bell. Without the corpse-controlling bell, he won't be able to control the iron corpses, and his strength will be greatly reduced.

Without the iron corpses, the walking corpse village will lose its foundation-building combat power and will naturally be vulnerable.

No matter how you think about it, it won't hurt you.

Mo Hua no longer hesitated and started to work on the formation on the screen.

When the first reverse spirit formation was drawn, the formation on the screen flashed with blue light, the spiritual power began to be disordered, and a harsh sound was made. The formation then became invalid, and the screen also dimmed a little.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he continued to draw the reverse spirit formation.

Every time he drew a reverse spirit formation, a formation was destroyed.

The ink on the screen gradually dimmed.

When Mo Hua destroyed all the formations, the ink on the entire screen faded away, leaving only a gray area.

Mo Hua frowned.

Was it solved or broken?

Mo Hua scanned with his spiritual sense and found that the screen was indeed ineffective, and the barrier at the door was gone.

But the ink that blocked the eyes was still there.

Mo Hua simply took out the Qianjun stick and beat the screen.

The old screen was beaten into pieces.

The screen creaked, as if it was wailing, and then it completely withdrew its body, eliminating the ink image, revealing the hole of the secret room and the altar inside.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, was overjoyed, and stepped in.

The atmosphere in the secret room became even more gloomy.

On the altar covered with golden silk cloth, the green candlelight flickered.

Blood bells, bones, coffins, all missing.

And the portrait of the Zhang family's ancestor on the altar, burning incense and worshipping.

Mo Hua lowered his eyes and didn't look at the portrait of the ancestor. Instead, he quickly picked out the copper bells that were sacrificed with blood from the iron cup one by one and threw them into his storage bag.

Then he searched the secret room again.

Spirit stones, sacrifices, spiritual tools and other things, as long as they looked valuable, or were engraved with formations, or had some origins, or were a little strange, and he couldn't understand them, they were all taken away by Mo Hua like wool.

Finally, it was the turn of the portrait of the ancestor.

Mo Hua squinted his eyes and tried not to look at it. He planned to carefully take down the portrait and throw it into the storage bag.

But when his fingers touched the portrait.

A cold divine thought suddenly entered Mo Hua's sea of ​​consciousness.

There seemed to be an old but clear voice whispering in his ear:

"Boy... you have a unique bone structure..."

"You are gifted..."

"I will pass on your opportunity... help you become an immortal..."

"Look here..."

"You..."

This voice, like a dream or reality, tempted Mo Hua to look at the painting.

At the same time, someone in the painting seemed to have changed, his skin gradually decayed, and he was about to break out of the picture.

Mo Hua noticed that his consciousness was slightly stagnant, and he quickly entered into a state of concentration and meditated quietly. In just a moment, he abandoned all distracting thoughts and his mind was clear.

Mo Hua, who came to his senses, waved his left hand and overturned the altar.

He also pulled the portrait of Zhang Quan's ancestor to the ground.

After that, he picked up a bunch of things such as incense burners, iron cups, candlesticks, etc., and smashed them all at once, and then stepped on the portrait twice.

The portrait immediately became obedient...

Mo Hua snorted in his heart.

"Still want to trick me?"

"Same trick, I won't fall for it a second time!"

Seeing that the portrait was silent, Mo Hua folded it together, kneaded it randomly, and stuffed it into the storage bag.

In just a dozen breaths, the corpse-controlling bell and the portrait were in his hands.

Mo Hua's storage bag was also full.

Without further ado, let's run away!

Mo Hua left the altar in a few steps without hesitation, then climbed onto the beam, untied the formation, and easily escaped from Zhang Quan's secret room...

At this moment, Zhang Quan still had no idea.

He stood on the outer wall of the zombie village, looking at the formation in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

The formations were really broken!

Some were ineffective, some were destroyed, and some were short-circuited when the formations were activated, and exploded.

Why? Why did it break?

When he looked at it two days ago, all the formations were still good.

But in less than two days, the formations of the entire zombie village were destroyed, as if a whole layer of skin had been peeled off?

Who broke it?

Who could have such a great ability to destroy all the formations in his zombie village in such a short time?

Is it a formation master?

But here in Nanyue City, which formation master can have such a high level of means?

Zhang Quan was both frightened and furious. He said sternly:

"Go and ask Mr. Yan to come over!"

A corpse cultivator stammered:

"Mr. Yan, I can't ask him to come over..."

Zhang Quan glared at him and said coldly: "Where are they?"

"Mr. Yan's room is sealed. We... can't open it..." The corpse cultivator hesitated.

Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, "Take me there."

Soon Zhang Quan arrived at Instructor Yan's room.

The room was mottled and had traces of being hit, but the door was still closed.

It seemed that someone had reinforced the formation from inside the room, making the wall strong and impossible to break from the outside.

Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, and he attacked boldly, slapping the door with one palm.

The door had cracks, but Zhang Quan's palm was slightly numb from the shock.

Zhang Quan looked solemn.

Who set up this formation?

How could a mere first-grade formation be so strong?

Zhang Quan used all his strength to mobilize his spiritual power. His palm wind was mighty and his strength was continuous. It took him half a cup of tea to break the door.

The door was broken, and Zhang Quan looked carefully.

There was no one in the room.

Not only that, but everything was cleaned up.

Did this Yan guy run away?

"All the formation masters are really bad!"

Zhang Quan was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and felt confused and confused.

How did this Yan guy run away?

Did he run away by himself, or did someone come to save him?

Who saved him? How did they save him?

Did this Yan guy tamper with the formation of the zombie village?

Did he collude with outsiders to destroy the zombie village?

Now that the incident happened, he fled for fear of crime.

Or did someone secretly...

Zhang Quan suddenly paused.

Secretly...

Concealment technique?

As far as he knew, there was only one person who could sneak into the zombie village without being noticed by the foundation-building divine sense.

That kid who could hide? !

Zhang Quan frowned, and then felt something was wrong.

The zombie village had a dust-revealing formation, so that kid shouldn't be able to get in...

"No," Zhang Quan suddenly shook his head, his mind racing:

"The Yan guy has ulterior motives, the dust-revealing formation he set up must have problems, and it definitely can't stop that kid!"

It's even possible that the two are in the same group!

Zhang Quan was furious, and then his heart skipped a beat.

Hide... Hide...

His face changed, "Altar!"

Zhang Quan remembered that if Mo Hua really hid in, then everything he did might be seen clearly.

Even including the altar he opened just now!

Zhang Quan pushed his body skills to the extreme, and in just a moment, he returned to his room.

The lock on the door was intact, and the formation was also intact.

Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he unlocked the door and entered the room, he saw the screen that had been beaten to pieces.

Zhang Quan's legs went weak and he almost lost his balance.

It's over!

He staggered into the secret room, and when he looked closely, his scalp went numb.

The secret room was in a mess.

The altar was overturned, and the incense ash was scattered all over the floor.

The candle was extinguished, and the iron lamp turned over.

Zhang Quan's hands were shaking, and he lowered his head and turned over and over on the ground, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find it.

The copper bell for the sacrifice was gone...

Zhang Quan looked up again.

The portrait of the ancestor was gone...

Zhang Quan was so angry that his blood rushed to his heart, and he shouted hoarsely:

"Where is my corpse-controlling bell?"

"Where is my ancestor?!!"