Chapter 448: Furious

Zhang Quan was so angry that he vomited blood.

Mo Hua had already run away with his ancestor with his corpse-controlling bell.

In the dark night, in the melee of the monks.

Mo Hua used the art of concealment to hide his body, and moved like flowing water with the water-passing step, shuttling through the corpse village by himself, avoiding all attacks and spells, passing through the flowers without getting a single leaf on his body.

Mo Hua stopped until he reached a roof, released his spiritual sense, and found Situ Fang.

Situ Fang was fighting with the two elders of the Situ family and several zombies controlled by corpse cultivators.

After repelling the enemy, when he took a breath, he heard a crisp voice shouting:

"Sister Situ."

Situ Fang looked at the open space on the side, and soon, Mo Hua showed up and said with a smile:

"I got the corpse-controlling bell."

Situ Fang was startled, "You actually got it?"

Mo Hua shook his little hand, holding three copper bells in his hand.

These copper bells are more exquisite, tied with blood ropes, and the patterns on them are more complicated. It is obvious that the zombies they control are also more powerful.

Not only Situ Fang, but also Situ Jin and another serious Situ elder were shocked.

Not long after the battle, the opponent's trump card was stolen?

Situ Fang was shocked at first, and then he was overjoyed and said with a bright look:

"Two elders, let's fight quickly and take down the zombie village!"

"Okay!"

The two elders of the Situ family nodded.

Without the iron corpse, they had no fear and no scruples.

With two foundation-building cultivators leading the charge, the Situ family cultivators were in high spirits and invincible for a while.

There are also corpse cultivators who take corpse blood pills, and their cultivation base increases sharply, turning into corpses.

But these corpse cultivators are originally Qi-refining cultivators, and their skills and methods are also average. No matter how much they take drugs, they are not opponents of foundation-building cultivators.

It just held out for a little longer.

Mo Hua found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again, "Let's catch Zhang Quan, don't let him run away!"

Bai Zisheng was overjoyed: "Okay!"

Zhang Quan really wanted to run away.

The zombie village could not be defended.

The formation was broken, and there was no corpse control bell, so the iron corpse could not be controlled. It was only a matter of time before the zombie village was breached.

If something cannot be done, then there is no need to do it.

As long as the green mountains are there, there is no fear of running out of firewood.

Zhang Quan packed some key things, then changed into an ordinary robber's clothes, mixed in the crowd, and tried to sneak away.

The zombie village was in chaos, and the monks who were chasing and fleeing were everywhere.

For a while, no one found Zhang Quan.

But he could deceive others, but not Mo Hua.

When Mo Hua found that Zhang Quan was gone, he stepped lightly, followed the wall, and walked to a high pavilion in the zombie village, urging his spiritual consciousness to the extreme.

In the chaotic battle, the spiritual power of the monks was clearly visible.

Whether it was strong or weak, what color it was, and what attribute it was, it was clear.

Mo Hua looked around and found a deep spiritual power in a corner.

The spiritual power was earthy gray, gloomy and foul, and was restrained as much as possible, as if afraid of being discovered by others.

Mo Hua pointed with her little hand, "There!"

Bai Zisheng looked in the direction of his finger.

Sure enough, he saw a monk dressed as a robber in a corner of a stone wall, huddled in the corner, pretending to be afraid, and then with a gloomy look, he looked for an opportunity to escape.

"Where are you running, bastard?"

Bai Zisheng shouted loudly, waved his right hand, took out a long spear, and rushed straight to Zhang Quan with the spear's mighty power and his body like a dragon.

At the same time, Bai Zixi twisted his slender hand, and three golden sword auras gathered. The white fire on the sword was crystal clear, and it also passed through the air and flew towards Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan's scalp numbed, and he hurriedly stood up and fled. However, when he turned around in a panic, his right shoulder was still pierced by Bai Zisheng's spear tip, leaving a bloody mark.

At the same time, Bai Zixi's sword energy also arrived.

Zhang Quan dodged two attacks, but was pierced by the third one, his shoulder, the sword light twisted the wound, the white spiritual fire burned, the pain was unbearable.

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Quan was extremely angry, but also extremely helpless.

He could only run. Now, his moves were all seen through, and his trump card was stolen. He could not be the opponent of this man and woman, two young monks.

Moreover, now that he was surrounded by external enemies, if he dragged on, he would surely die.

Zhang Quan used earth escape again.

The walking corpse village was built on the mountain, with a lot of earth and rocks on the ground, and many houses and caves. In addition, it was dark at night, and the battle situation was extremely chaotic.

So earth escape was more concealed and difficult to be detected.

But before he could escape far, he heard a whistling sound, and a fireball came in an instant and hit the ground.

The fire spirit power passed through the ground and reached him, causing a slight burning sensation, but the power was not great.

But the fireball technique was just a guide.

Following it came a sharp spear and a golden sword energy.

Zhang Quan was stabbed again, and another sword energy hit his back.

He quickly exited the escape technique and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a familiar, small figure sitting cross-legged on a high pavilion not far away, with a fireball on his fingertips, looking at him with a smile.

As soon as he saw this smiling face, Zhang Quan's head buzzed and his scalp trembled.

He felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

After a long time, he pointed at Mo Hua with a trembling hand and said angrily:

"My...my things...did you steal them?"

Mo Hua looked innocent, "What?"

Zhang Quan said angrily: "My corpse-controlling bell!"

"Oh," Mo Hua seemed to "remember" it, and rummaged through the storage bag, turning out a few bells, and asked in confusion:

"This thing is yours. I saw that it was there and no one wanted it, so I temporarily "kept" it."

After saying that, Mo Hua stuffed the copper bell into his storage bag.

Zhang Quan watched Mo Hua take out his own corpse-controlling bell with his own eyes, and watched him stuff his own corpse-controlling bell into his own storage bag with his own eyes, and his eyes were red for a while.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and said:

"Then my...ancestor..."

"Ancestor?"

Mo Hua rummaged in the storage bag for a while and pulled out a large ball of crumpled paper-like thing:

"Is this your ancestor?"

Zhang Quan spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse:

"You stole my corpse control bell and insulted my ancestors of the Zhang family. Even if I die today, I will grind you to ashes!"

After saying that, he flipped his right hand and took out a bright red pill.

This pill was redder than the corpse blood pill he had taken before, so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood.

The moment he took out the pill, Bai Zisheng noticed it and was about to pick up the pill with a point of his spear.

Bai Zixi also condensed a sword energy, trying to cut off his wrist and interrupt his drug intake.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and blocked with his left arm, taking Bai Zisheng's spearmanship.

Then he slightly turned sideways and took Bai Zixi's sword energy.

Then he risked his life to swallow the blood-stirring pill in his hand.

But before he could swallow it, a swift fireball came whistling and hit Zhang Quan's right hand accurately, burning his palm black and the pill in his hand into ashes.

Zhang Quan was so angry that he lost his mind.

Another fireball technique? !

It's this kid again!

Zhang Quan was so angry that he was numb.

Mo Hua was still mocking him:

"You are just showing off your skills in front of an expert?"

"If you still only have these little tricks that are not presentable, then your corpse-controlling bell will be mine, and your ancestors will be gone..."

Ancestors will be gone..."

Hearing this, Zhang Quan's eyes were red with anger, and he wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, his eyes rolled up, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he fell straight down.

Bai Zisheng walked up and kicked Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan had no reaction.

Bai Zisheng frowned, looked up and said: "Mo Hua, you pissed him off to death."

"No way..."

Mo Hua was stunned.

After all, he is the head of the family, and he is also a corpse refiner. His character can't be so bad.

"Isn't it said that people who refine corpses have cold hearts? Is he so easily pissed off to death?" Mo Hua muttered.

"No matter how cold he is, he can't stand you pissing him off like this..." Bai Zisheng said helplessly.

Mo Hua scratched his head, "I didn't really make him angry, I just told him the truth..."

Are you "telling the truth"?

Bai Zisheng was speechless.

"Wait a minute..."

Mo Hua jumped down from the high pavilion, released his spiritual sense, and peeked at Zhang Quan's spiritual energy. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief:

"He just fainted from anger, but he didn't die of anger."

"Find Sister Situ, seal his meridians with silver needles, and then lock him up with the iron lock of Dao Tingsi."

Mo Hua thought for a while, and then said:

"By the way, I have to feed him some elixirs to keep him alive, otherwise he will really die of anger..."

Bai Zisheng nodded, "Okay."

Catching the half-dead Zhang Quan means that the walking corpse village is equivalent to breaking through.

The follow-up matters are to hunt down the corpse cultivators, clear out the remnants, count the village, and deal with casualties.

These finishing tasks are mainly done by Situ Fang and the cultivators of the Situ family.

Bai Zisheng took the initiative to help, as he had not yet had enough fun.

Mo Hua took advantage of this time to take Bai Zixi and turned the zombie village upside down again.

All the caves that had not been entered before, the doors that had not been opened, and the coffins that had not been uncovered were searched again by Mo Hua.