Asking About Longevity: Chapter 491 little oriole
Chapter 491 Little Yellow Bird
At the ugly hour of the next day, in the altar of corpses with coffins scattered all over it, Lu Chengyun came to draw the formation again.
Mo Hua hid behind the altar and watched him secretly.
Lu Chengyun was as usual, opening the coffin, taking out a pen, pouring out the blood ink, and dipping it in blood to draw an array, but as soon as he started writing, he frowned.
He stared at the formation for a long time, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and finally he murmured:
“That’s not right…”
“That’s not right…”
“There’s something wrong with this formation…”
Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.
Sure enough, it was discovered.
Lu Chengyun is still puzzled:
“Who changed my formation?”
"Who has the ability to change the formation I drew?"
"Who else can sneak into the corpse mine, sneak into the altar, open the bronze coffin, and change the evil spirit pivot array with twelve patterns that I drew under my nose?"
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 scanned his surroundings.
Mo Hua shrank his little head, hiding 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 paranoid...”
Lu Chengyun frowned and murmured.
This kind of thing is a bit unbelievable...
If he can really do it, his cultivation level must be extremely profound and his methods must be unfathomable.
If these senior monks want to deal with themselves, there is no need to resort to such sneaky little tricks. If they attack head on, they will not be able to withstand it at all...
“Formation…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 decisively.
The first-grade twelve-line Lingshu Formation requires twelve lines to build the foundation of spiritual consciousness.
Mo Hua, a young monk, has strong spiritual consciousness, but after all, he is refining qi, and his ability to reach the sky is only ten lines, maybe less than ten lines.
Divinity is the foundation of the formation master.
With less than twelve lines of spiritual consciousness, without using evil techniques, and without borrowing the spiritual consciousness of other things, he will definitely not be able to draw the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
And this little monk has a pure and pure aura.
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 a first-grade and twelve-line formation. It is beyond the first grade. 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 little brat doesn’t even have a formation diagram, so how can he learn it or draw it?
As for the formation pattern, he has seen it...
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 high your talent is, it is not such a high-level method...
If he learned it after just a few glances like this, wouldn't he have learned all the formations he had learned over the years like a dog's belly?
Lu Chengyun shook his head.
“It can’t be him…”
It’s not ink painting, 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 mind moved slightly.
With this formation, the aura has changed and the evil spirit has weakened.
But the formation pattern has not 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!
In the entire corpse mine, among all the corpse cultivators, 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, so 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 two intentions.
Furthermore, the two have very different ideas about how to use the Corpse King.
Zhang Quan has a low vision and a small structure. Like ordinary corpse cultivators, he only knows how to refine corpses and kill people, kill people and refine corpses. He only wants to build a demon sect and "glorify his ancestors", but he 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 dares to challenge the Corpse King and spoils his own plans, then it’s no wonder that he is...
Lu Chengyun's smile became sinister.
In the ink painting behind the altar, Lu Chengyun said 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 of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation. At the same time, he opened the bronze coffin and began to draw the formation.
The ink painting is as usual, peeking secretly into the bronze coffin.
The eyes are 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 it?"
Mo Hua muttered: "I can understand...a little bit."
It’s just that when he said this, he obviously felt guilty.
Maybe he doesn’t understand anything, but he has a good reputation, so he can talk a little bit.
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 eyes are finished. Can you teach me now?"
Mo Hua looked at Lu Chengyun with clear eyes.
Lu Chengyun looked slightly startled.
This look in the ink painting is too innocent...
It's so simple that even if you doubt him, you will feel guilty in your heart.
"This silly boy really thinks that I can teach him the formation?"
Lu Chengyun sighed in his heart, and then said gently:
"You can't learn it now. Let's wait until your consciousness is stronger..."
"oh."
Mo Hua was a little disappointed and left disappointed, but occasionally he would look over with a lingering look.
When Lu Chengyun saw this, his doubts disappeared 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!
Mo Hua, a young monk, is a bit smarter, but his eyes are clear and the city is not deep, so he cannot play too many tricks.
The only person who can play tricks on him is Zhang Quan!
Lu Chengyun’s eyes were sharp and he didn’t know what he was thinking about.
Where he didn't notice, Mo Hua's back was facing him, his back looked a little lost, but his little face was snickering...
…
In the next few days, Lu Chengyun remained calm on the surface, but there was a faint coldness in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan had something in his mind and didn't notice it.
But these were all seen by the innocent ink painting.
…
Late one night, at Yin hour.
In the empty and silent Altar of Ten Thousand Corpses.
The mural rippled open, revealing the door, and Zhang Quan tiptoed in.
He looked around to make sure there was no one at the altar, then opened the bronze coffin, cut his hands with a knife, fed the corpse with blood, walked backwards, chanted incantations, and rang the bell to call the corpse...
He has been using this set of curses to control corpses for several days.
In the bronze coffin, the heartbeat of the Corpse King was even more powerful, containing the power that would make the corpses fear and surrender.
After the spell was cast, Zhang Quan's face turned pale and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
This set of techniques requires more blood as it goes to the back, and the sacrifice becomes more laborious.
But if you can control the Corpse King, everything will be worth it.
Zhang Quan closed the coffin lid, sneered, and left the altar...
The gloomy altar returns to deathly silence.
A moment later, a figure slowly walked out from behind the altar, dressed in rich clothes and with a gloomy face.
It is Lu Chengyun.
He glanced at the murals, then walked to the bronze coffin, unsealed the coffin lid, and looked at the formation on the bronze coffin.
The effectiveness of the formation has indeed become weaker.
At the same time, the zombie's heartbeat became stronger.
Lu Chengyun's eyes were cold, and he silently took out a bone pen, dipped it in human blood, and strengthened the formation again, suppressing the effectiveness of the corpse-controlling bell.
After the painting is finished, seal the coffin again.
Lu Chengyun also sneered and left the altar.
The altar has returned to deathly silence.
After Lu Chengyun left, in less than a cup of tea, another little head poked out from the altar.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.
The ink painting is that little oriole.
Lu Chengyun was hiding behind the altar and watching Zhang Quan, while he was hiding on the stone beam above Lu Chengyun's head and watching the two of them.
Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun are gone now.
Mo Hua's eyes brightened, and he jumped down from the altar. Then he came to the bronze coffin, used a homemade coffin nail to unseal the formation, opened the bronze coffin, and called a little zombie to push open the coffin lid for him.
Under the coffin lid is the coffin.
On top of the coffin, there was a formation that Lu Chengyun had just reinforced.
Mo Hua took out his pen and ink and continued to overwrite his own formation on Lu Chengyun's Lingshu Evil Formation...
Zhang Quan refined the corpse.
Lu Chengyun draws the formation.
Ink painting overlay painting formation method.
This scene is played out one after another in this altar.
Until more than half a month later, the Corpse King will be finished and the coffin will be opened...
After receiving the message from Mo Hua, for more than half a month, the undercurrent in Nanyue City has been surging, and there is also the anxiety and solemnity of the impending rain...
Xiaohuangzhou boundary.
It looks like a clear sky and white sun, but a heavy rain is coming in an instant.
(End of this chapter)