Asking about longevity

Lu Chengyun's spiritual stone warehouse was destroyed and the supply of spiritual stones was cut off. The operation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Array was sluggish, and the speed of corpse refining was also getting slower and slower.

Yang Jishan was overjoyed.

The other monks also breathed a sigh of relief.

During the battle, Lu Chengyun was killed by zombies.

What they wasted was a human life.

Now that the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation has been reduced and gradually stopped, getting rid of this endless loss is a good thing for our side.

Taoist soldiers and monks from all walks of life couldn't help but feel grateful to Mo Hua.

Next, it’s a head-on confrontation.

The Taoist commander led each team of Taoist soldiers and monks from all sides to fight with the iron zombies and walking zombies.

Yang Jishan gave orders and coordinated the arrangements, while Mo Hua followed him to watch the battle.

In the corpse mine, the battle was fierce.

The monk's sword intersected with the zombie's minions, spiritual power and corpse energy intertwined, corpse poison filled the air, spells flew everywhere, monks fell one by one, and zombies were strangled to death.

It's both tragic and magnificent.

Mo Hua looked shocked.

Although I had seen monks fighting with zombies sporadically before, when I escaped, I also fought against zombies.

But at this moment, standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the overall situation, I still feel that the fighting scene in front of me is extremely cruel and shocking.

Then Mo Hua felt compassion again.

These Dao soldiers are also human beings.

Although his cultivation level is low, he can only be a humble soldier in this war.

But they also have parents and possibly wives and children.

Some people will be heartbroken if they die here.

And these zombies were humans when they were alive, and they were probably miserable mining repairmen.

He was oppressed by the Lu family during his lifetime, and after his death he was reduced to cannon fodder, aiding the evildoers.

Mo Hua sighed.

We can't waste it like this anymore.

If the fight continues like this, I don’t know how many monks will be injured or even killed...

Nanyue City may also face a catastrophe.

Mo Hua observed the situation, frowned and pondered, and used his spiritual consciousness to calculate and distinguish the priority sequence of the Lingshu control among the corpses, and then said to Yang Jishan:

"Uncle Yang, the big iron corpse, the one-armed iron corpse, and the fat iron corpse must be killed first."

Yang Jishan was slightly startled, "Why?"

He didn't quite understand. There were dozens of iron corpses in this battlefield. Why did Mo Hua kill only these few first?

These iron corpses don't seem to be the strongest.

Mo Hua explained:

"The zombies here are divided into two categories."

"One type is controlled by corpse cultivators using corpse control bells."

"The other type is controlled by the iron corpse through formations."

"There are few zombies controlled by corpse cultivators, and they fight on their own, so the threat is not great; but the zombies controlled by the formation are different..."

"The formations on these three iron corpses control the largest number of walking corpses. If you kill them, nearly half of the walking corpses will become a mob. They are only driven by instinct and have no coordination. They cannot become corpse soldiers and are easy to deal with. of."

Yang Jishan was stunned, "How do you know this?"

Master Yun on the side was also a little surprised.

They only know that these zombies are controlled through formations.

But they don't know how to control it or what the principle behind it is.

Mo Hua said vaguely: "I have seen the formation drawn by Lu Chengyun, so I can calculate it."

Yang Jishan nodded in understanding.

Master Yun was stunned.

Calculate?

"not……"

He had some vague guesses, but he couldn't believe it for a moment.

Yang Jishan called someone and said:

"Give me the order to assemble three teams of Taoist soldiers. Ignore the other zombies and only kill the three iron corpses!"

"yes!"

The Taoist soldiers took the order and passed on the order.

After a while, the three foundation-building commanders, each leading a team of Taoist soldiers, suddenly rushed out and headed straight for the three iron corpses on the battlefield.

Calculate the unintentional calculation with intention.

In just half an hour, the three iron corpses were killed, and their hearts were shattered.

Three iron corpses were dead, and most of the corpse soldiers on the field suddenly rioted, like headless flies, running left and right, trying to choose someone to devour.

This is a sign of losing control, being pulled by corpse energy, and acting on instinct.

For ordinary monks, out-of-control zombies are quite troublesome.

But in this kind of monks' battle, the out-of-control zombies, without control, are just a mess. Even though they are violent and bloodthirsty, the threat will be greatly reduced in the face of well-coordinated Taoist soldiers.

Yang Jishan was refreshed.

"It really works!"

He immediately waved the command flag and ordered the Taoist soldiers to form a formation, like a millstone, and strangled the out-of-control corpses bit by bit.

Once the walking corpses are strangled, the remaining iron corpses are no longer to be feared in front of the groups of Taoist soldiers.

A general without soldiers is no longer a general.

And the iron corpse without the corpse soldiers is just an ordinary iron corpse.

The Taoist soldiers were like guillotines, rushing across the battlefield and harvesting the walking corpses.

The situation soon became clear.

The advantage of Daoting became more and more obvious, while the losses of the corpse soldiers became more and more serious.

Soon Lu Chengyun gave the order and controlled the group of corpses to retreat.

Suppressing the corpse mine took a long time.

This was just one battle over so many days, and one victory among many.

But this victory is the one with the clearest outcome.

Yang Jishan breathed a long sigh of relief.

In subsequent battles, Yang Jishan will bring ink paintings with him.

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, scanned the battlefield, and then calculated mentally for a moment, he told Yang Jishan which walking corpses were controlled by which iron corpses, and which iron corpses were killed, the walking corpses there would collapse.

Not only that.

There are some tricky corpse cultivators, what methods are used.

How to restrain some severe corpse poisons.

How to crack some evil formations.

…

The ink paintings are as numerous as the treasures of the family, come one by one.

When it comes to formations, he can see through them at a glance;

The thing about the corpse mine was something he overheard secretly when he was hiding;

Some of the things related to corpse refining were learned from corpse refining books, and some were summed up through battles with the Zhang family’s ancestors and elders of past generations...

The more Yang Jishan listened, the more frightened he became.

He almost suspected that Mo had built this corpse mine himself, he had drawn all the formations, he had recruited these corpse cultivators, and these zombies were all refined by him and controlled by him...

Even Mo Hua himself is a little zombie devil...

Otherwise, how could it be so familiar?

Of course, Yang Jishan just thought about it and knew that this was impossible.

"I guess I found it out when I was in the corpse mine..."

Yang Jishan was amazed in his heart.

He finally understood why his fifth brother Yang Jiyong respected this little brother so much.

Proficient in formations, courageous and resourceful, with a pure heart.

To be able to find out such detailed information without anyone noticing...

Isn’t this the talent that the Dao Bing Division needs most?

Yang Jishan looked at the ink paintings with piercing eyes, wishing he could take the ink paintings back to the Yang family...

…

On the other side, Lu Chengyun's face was filled with clouds.

He never expected that within a few days, the situation would take a turn for the worse.

All his details seemed to have been seen through.

The layout of the stone palace, the arrangement of the corpse soldiers, the operation of the formation...

The other party is also seizing on the flaws and cannibalizing itself bit by bit.

Lu Chengyun felt pressure, even a little bit suffocated.

It is as if the net weaved long ago is gradually closing in, getting tighter and tighter. Once it is completely closed and traps oneself, then oneself will be a fish on a knife and can only be slaughtered by others.

"The corpse mine won't last long..."

There is no point in holding on any longer.

If you continue to cut off, you will be subject to chaos.

Lu Chengyun decided to quit:

"We must find a way to escape from the golden cicada's shell and find another way to make a living."

"As long as you escape, you still have a chance."

"Escape, hide your name, and find a family or sect to cling to..."

"Although I am not young, my face does not look old. It is still gentle and elegant..."

"With your ability, if you can get married once, you can get married a second time."

"At worst, find someone older to marry into..."

"There are so many stupid women in this world who only care about their faces. How can we fool another one?"

"The number of corpses is gone, we can practice again."

"The Ten Thousand Corpses Formation is gone, we can build it again."

"As long as the Corpse King is still in my hands and listens to my orders, sooner or later I can change my appearance and make a comeback!"

Lu Chengyun's expression darkened, his eyes showing a cold light.

After that, the zombie group's offensive became more urgent.

No matter the cost, a desperate counterattack seems to be destined to perish together.

Yang Jishan frowned and said, "Lu Chengyun, are you trying your best?"

But Mo Hua shook his head, "No, he wants to escape."

He understands Lu Chengyun very well.

Such a selfish person must put his own life first, how could he coexist with the corpse mine?

He didn't care about the Xiaolingyin Sect back then or the Lu family now.

Even if the Lu family is wiped out and the corpse mine is destroyed, Lu Chengyun will still escape from his shell and find another force to parasitize.

Sure enough, a few days later, there was a scuffle.

Mo Hua suddenly noticed a familiar aura among the corpse cultivators.

This breath was very obscure, but it did not escape the perception of the peak of the thirteen lines of ink painting.

There were also monks present who were in the middle stage of foundation building, and their spiritual awareness was stronger than that of Mo Hua, but they were not familiar with Lu Chengyun, so they couldn't notice it.

Mo Hua followed this breath.

Sure enough, he saw a corpse cultivator with his face covered and a familiar but sneaky figure.

One look at the ink painting revealed that this person was Lu Chengyun.

Mo Hua pointed with his little hand and shouted quickly:

"Uncle Yang, that person is Lu Chengyun, he wants to run away!"

Yang Jishan was startled, then his expression changed, he waved his command flag, pointed at Lu Chengyun, and shouted sternly:

"catch him!"

Several groups of Taoist soldiers formed a long dragon and headed straight for Lu Chengyun.

Lu Chengyun was startled and cursed in a low voice.

But I was also secretly shocked. I had hidden my cultivation. On the surface, I only had the ninth level of Qi Refining. How did I get recognized?

Lu Chengyun was puzzled, but since he was discovered and couldn't escape, he had no choice but to retreat back to the stone palace.

The battle subsided and Lu Chengyun did not escape.

"Running at this time?"

Mo Hua felt something strange. He scanned the stone palace with his spiritual consciousness and found that the aura of the formation in the stone palace had changed.

Mo Hua calculated in his mind and understood the whole story.

In the stone palace, Lu Chengyun had laid out many earth-shattering formations.

Once he escapes, he activates the earth-shattering formation, blows up the stone palace, collapses the corpse mine, and buries all the corpse cultivators together with the Daoting monks.

Even if the foundation-building monks can escape.

A large number of Qi Refining monks will also die in the corpse mine.

And all the monks who died in the corpse mine, including Taoist soldiers, corpse cultivators, and family sect monks, will become the materials for his corpse refining.

In the future, he will refine these dead monks into corpse soldiers.

Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly cold.

"Lu Chengyun is really vicious!"

Mo Hua was also a little scared.

Afterwards, everyone was wary of the Earth Splitting Formation and did not dare to press too hard.

Mo Hua also spent some time deducing the positions of the Earth Splitting Formation, marked them one by one, and handed them to Yang Jishan.

Whenever the Dao soldiers gain an advantage and repel the corpse soldiers, they will send people to destroy part of the Earth Splitting Formation.

The ground cracking array is decreasing little by little.

Lu Chengyun finally couldn't bear it anymore. Late one night, while the Taoist soldiers retreated, he activated all the remaining ground cracking formations, causing the corpse mine to shake.

There were not many Earth Fissure Formations and they were not very powerful, but they caused chaos.

Lu Chengyun was also protected by the Corpse King and Iron Corpse, covering up the killings and escaping from the corpse mine.

Groups of zombies are fearless and fearless, forming a tide of corpses, becoming the queen of Lu Chengyun's palace.

Yang Jishan led Taoist soldiers and monks from all sides to pursue him.

The battle moved from beneath the corpse mine to above the corpse mountain.

All over the mountains and plains, monks and zombies are fighting.

There are also many zombies that have lost control and become zombies, wandering around the mountains...

The battle lasted for a whole day, and finally Lu Chengyun fled to a dark and remote mountain top a hundred miles away from Nanyue City.

The top of the mountain is desolate and vast, with no people around.

There were only rugged rocks and black dead grass everywhere.

Yang Jishan looked over the map and found that the name of the mountain here was marked on the map:

Graveyard.

His expression instantly became serious.

Other monks also had omens.

This is definitely not a good place.

Yang Jishan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Whether he can capture Lu Chengyun, suppress the corpse king, and exterminate the corpses all depends on this battle.

He ordered: "Proceed with caution and enter the mountain!"

The Taoist soldiers detachment marched towards the graveyard.

But as soon as they entered the mountain boundary, the ground in the mountains shook, the gravel shook, and zombies crawled out of the soil.

These zombies are older and have stronger corpse poison.

Among them, there are also many iron corpses mixed in.

Yang Jishan's face was as sinking as water.

besides?

How many years has this Lu Chengyun been practicing, and how many corpses have he made?

Could this graveyard be like the corpse mine, another place for him to refine corpses?

Yang Jishan frowned.

The Taoist soldiers were exhausted after chasing for a long time, and they were about to catch up with Lu Chengyun, but unexpectedly, a new zombie appeared.

Endless...

This Lu Chengyun is really scheming.

Yang Jishan had no choice but to have everyone stationed outside the tomb and keep an eye on the movements inside the tomb to prevent him from escaping.

Everyone discussed what to do next.

"The question now is, how many zombies are there in this graveyard?"

A middle-aged monk sighed.

"If there are too many, we will definitely not be opponents."

"If you don't know the number, you will definitely be ambushed..."

"We don't have enough manpower..."

Yang Jishan frowned, his expression stern.

Since the battle, a lot of troops have been lost.

Most of the remaining monks were injured, and some had to use serum pills to suppress the corpse poison, making it impossible to do anything.

Today, the remaining strength is less than one-third.

It is still unknown how many zombies Lu Chengyun still has in his hands.

If Lu Chengyun pretends to be defeated and leads them to pursue him so that he can ambush them, then they will definitely suffer a big loss this time.

But this graveyard is lonely and gloomy, and filled with poisonous miasma.

How can we know how many zombies are inside?

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Catch a walking corpse, and then an iron corpse."

Yang Jishan was slightly startled.

Mo Hua continued: "If I look at the formation patterns on their bodies, I can roughly estimate how many zombies Lu Chengyun has in his hands."

Yang Jishan was a little stunned.

The other formation masters also looked at each other in confusion.

Master Yun's eyes were slightly focused, thoughtful.

"Can this be estimated?" Yang Jishan asked uncertainly.

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.

Yang Jishan didn't quite understand, but he had no other good ideas. He thought for a moment, nodded and said:

"good."

He personally took action and led several Taoist soldiers to capture three walking corpses and an iron corpse, and trapped them with iron chains.

The zombies roared and struggled.

Corpse poison is like blood, flowing out from the zombies and soaking in the iron ropes, emitting a pungent rotten smell.

These zombies are obviously more violent and poisonous.

Bai Zisheng stood in front of Mo Hua to prevent the zombies from losing control and injuring Mo Hua.

Bai Zixi was behind Mo Hua, her white fingertips condensed with sword energy, quietly on guard.

Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang, cut open the chest."

Yang Jishan nodded.

He had done this kind of thing once before, so he was familiar with it.

After a while, the skin of the zombie's heart was cut open, revealing the formation connected to the flesh and blood inside.

Mo Hua took out a pen and paper and drew out the formation. Then he screened it a little and found out the special sequence formation patterns.

The Spiritual Piercing Array uses sequence patterns to "encode" zombies.

By deducing the sequence pattern, we can reverse the "coding" and get the number of all sequences in the entire Lingshu array system, that is, the number of all zombies.

I couldn’t do this ink painting before.

Because this kind of calculation is relatively complicated, it not only consumes spiritual consciousness, but also tests the understanding of the formation.

And since refining the visualization diagram, my spiritual consciousness has reached the peak of the Thirteen Patterns, and after drawing the Lingshu Formation hundreds of times, my spiritual sense of ink painting is strong, and I have a clear understanding of the Lingshu Formation, so I can try it. Let’s do this kind of calculation.

Mo Hua looked at the sequence pattern, frowned, and concentrated on calculations.

Yang Jishan and others, looking at Mo Hua's concentrated expression, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and didn't dare to express their anger.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua came back to his senses, took a long breath, and turned slightly pale.

Yang Jishan said nervously: "How?"

Mo Hua muttered:

"I can only make a rough estimate, not very accurate..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Jishan said.

Mo Hua then continued: "...According to the sequence pattern, there are about forty iron corpses and five thousand walking corpses controlled by the Corpse King in this tomb."

Yang Jishan nodded and frowned.

This situation is somewhat serious.

The walking corpses were fine, but these forty or so iron corpses were indeed beyond his expectation and not easy to deal with.

But there is one more thing Yang Jishan is more curious about:

"How...how did you calculate it?"

Mo Hua scratched his head, pointed at a formation pattern and said:

"These formation patterns are connected and have an internal sequence. You can calculate them with a little bit of spiritual awareness..."

Yang Jishan didn't understand.

He turned to look at the other formation masters and found that the other formation masters also looked confused.

Only Master Yun was stunned and murmured in his heart:

"Calculation..."

This is...among all the formation masters of the Yun family, only the ancestor can do it...divine calculation?

At such a young age, you know how to calculate?

Is this something he can learn at his age?

Master Yun looked at the childish ink paintings, his mood fluctuated.

This plot is coming to an end~