Mo Hua wanted to sneak into the altar of the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation without telling it, and had to pass two doors.

One door is the door of the hall.

Another door is the mural in the hall.

The door of the hall is easier to deal with, but the murals are tricky.

First of all, he didn't know what Zhang Quan pinched and what mantras he recited were.

Zhang Quan will not disclose it either.

Even if Zhang Quan told himself that the ink painting was not sure, and if he copied it, he would be able to open the mural.

The zombie mural, like the dry ink screen in the zombie village, should be a kind of door lock-type spiritual weapon.

If it is a spiritual weapon, there should be a formation inside.

This type of formation is not a Five Elements formation, nor is it within the scope of the formation that Mo Hua is proficient in.

Even if you want to solve the ink painting, you have no way to solve it.

Even if it can be solved, Lu Chengyun will definitely know.

After he unlocked the dust formation at the door, Lu Chengyun could even find it, let alone such a confidential door lock formation outside the ten thousand corpse formation, the entrance to the altar, and the zombie murals.

It would be even worse if you break the formation with force.

The screen in the zombie village was smashed by Mo Hua with a thousand-pound stick.

But this place is different from the zombie village. You can’t do the kind of one-time transaction that you can just run away after taking something.

Besides, the corpse mine is closed, so he can't escape.

After smashing the mural and breaking into the altar, Lu Chengyun was a pig. He also knew that Mo Hua had bad intentions and had bad water in her stomach.

"What should I do?"

Ink painting is a little difficult.

How can I bypass the mural and enter the altar of ten thousand corpses?

He thinks about this problem when he has time.

But after thinking for a long time, there was no good idea. Until one day, after entering the mural, he found that Zhang Quanyong had closed the door of the mural.

Ink painting was stunned.

organ?

Is this mural an organic one?

He didn't even notice it before.

Mo Hua looked at it a few more times and found that the mechanism was a stone gate, simple and ordinary. If Zhang Quan didn't use it, he wouldn't realize it.

Mo Hua frowned.

It means that it is difficult for this mural to come in from outside.

You must know the way, you must make tricks, chant spells, open the murals, and manifest the zombie's mouth.

But it is very simple to get out of the inside, just pull down the floodgate.

Prevent the outside but not the inside...

I thought about it and felt it was right.

Those who can come in are either Lu Chengyun or Zhang Quan.

Even half of Mo Hua's outsiders were under their noses and there was nothing to worry about.

So they only need to beware of people outside coming in, but not those who have already come in.

It is natural to set up obstacles outside.

Setting up obstacles inside is an unnecessary move.

Mo Hua is a formation master, and he has always focused on complex formations, but he did not expect that there is such a simple mechanism.

This is the darkness under the light.

Mo Hua nodded and reminded herself secretly.

You can't just be biased and just keep staring at the formation just because you are a formation master.

There are sometimes simple solutions to complex problems.

If you want to enter the altar of Ten Thousand Corpse, someone can just pull down the floodgate...

But Mo Hua was stunned again.

This question seems simple, but...

How to open the gate?

Who is pulling the switch for himself?

You can't let Lu Chengyun help him open the door.

Mo Hua thought about it and realized that he was a formation master. In most cases, he could only use formations...

This seemingly simple problem seems to be solved by complex formations.

...

In the following days, Mo Hua kept looking for opportunities.

Finally, on this day, Lu Chengyun's formation was halfway through, and he had something to do and went out for a while.

Mo Hua immediately stood up, far away from Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"Stay away from you." Mo Hua said.

Zhang Quan's eyes sank, "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid you will harm me."

Ink painting is righteous and magnificent.

Zhang Quan hated him, it was not a day or two, and even the blind man could see it.

Zhang Quan snorted coldly, "I'm not so stingy."

"That's hard to say. If you know people and face but not your heart, you will be incorrect when you look at your face, and you will definitely have evil intentions in your stomach."

Zhang Quan's eyes turned cold, "Little devil, you'd better not anger me."

"So what if you mess with me?"

Mo Hua snorted coldly, then used the concealment technique in front of Zhang Quan, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Zhang Quan was stunned, then shocked.

What is this little devil going to do?

He looked around several times without the figure of ink painting.

The spiritual sense scanned, but there was no trace of ink painting.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement around.

It seemed that it was really just to hide from him, so he hid his figure and prevented him from discovering it.

Zhang Quan secretly hated:

"This little guy, he is so fuckingly cautious. He doesn't give himself any chance!"

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and said to the surroundings:

"Where are you?"

"You come out!"

"I will not make things difficult for you after listening to Brother Lu, don't worry..."

"You come out quickly..."

...

Of course, Mo Hua wouldn't pay attention to him.

At this time, the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation, in a remote corner, invisible ink painting quietly opened a coffin.

Although the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation is just a re-arrangement, it was derived from the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation and is very large in scale.

There are also many coffins arranged in the formation.

Above the formation, there is also a luxurious altar.

Mo Hua is young and has a small figure, hiding her body and breathing. She uses coffins and altars to cover her, and Zhang Quan cannot find it at all.

In the coffin, there is a small zombie, who was specially selected by Mo Hua for several days.

This zombie is not old, probably only 17 or 18 years old. It was a few days ago. Zhang Quan had just finished practicing the Lingshu array on his chest. Not long after he had painted it, the array pattern was still very new.
To be continued...