Then this corpse mine may really be like a thousand-year-old tree planted in it, deeply planted in this mine, with interests as the root, implicated from top to bottom, deeply rooted, and difficult to remove...

Mo Hua took a slight breath of air conditioning, but at this moment, he heard a sound.

“Bad talk!”

Ink painting was stunned.

This is Zhang Quan's voice.

After Lu Chengyun walked away, Zhang Quan said angrily:

"All nonsense!"

"I don't do it well, but I surrender to the Dao Ting, please the Dao Tingsi, flatter all forces, and be a dog for them. I really don't know what it means!"

"Let the zombies keep mining?"

"Can zombies call zombies without eating people and drinking blood?"

"It's simply a shame to our corpse ancestor!"

"What's even more annoying is that the spirit stones earned from mining need to be sent out?"

"I'm really used to being a dog for people!"

"I actually said that I have a small situation? I think you are the head of the family for a long time. You are greedy for wealth and glory, short-sighted and timid!"

"How can you compare to the devil's dominance for hundreds of years?"

"Build a demon sect, promote the corpse path, shine the ancestors, leave a bad reputation in the history of the state, and leave a reputation among fellow corpse cultivators. Even if it is only for a moment, it is finally killed by the Daoting, and the corpse bones are gone, it is enough!"

Zhang Quan looked generous and had a determined look.

...

The ink painting is silent.

This Zhang Quan has his own ideas...

And... the belief and pursuit of corpse path?

Ink painting is difficult to evaluate at the moment.

Zhang Quan scolded Lu Chengyun for a while, calmed down his mood, and after a moment, he smiled coldly and murmured in a low voice:

"Lu Chengyun..."

"You are not the only one who has the final say..."

"... Once the corpse king is refined, you can't help..."

"I'm not as timid as you."

"I will definitely let the corpse king appear in the world, the iron corpse slaughter the city, let the Nanyue City be everywhere, let the small wilderness realm be reduced to purgatory, let the monks in this world be frightened, let them know what the real corpse cultivator is!"

Zhang Quan's voice was cold, and after saying that, he snorted coldly, and left.

The ink painting's eyes flashed, and the cold light was slightly condensed.

Zhang Quan, Lu Chengyun...

Although the two acted very differently, they were not good things.

No matter who controls the Corpse King, there will be no good results.

One floats all over the field, the other is poisoned far-reaching.

Mo Hua thought of Zhang Quan's angry expression again, and thought about what he had just said.

Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun were incompatible, and according to his opinion, he also wanted to control the corpse king?

If you want to control the corpse king, you will inevitably open the bronze coffin.

In this way, wouldn’t I have a chance?

The eyes of the ink painting flashed.

After that, all his free time was spent tracking Zhang Quan.

When Zhang Quan was alone, he was indeed sneaky and even set up a formation to let his spiritual sense peek, not knowing what he was preparing for.

In order to prevent the ink painting from alerting the snake, I did not dare to peek carefully.

But he knew that Zhang Quan would definitely make small moves.

He is like this now, exactly the same as when he wants to make trouble.

Sure enough, a few days later, one night, while Lu Chengyun was busy with affairs, he left the corpse mine and went to handle family affairs, Zhang Quan also secretly went out.

Mo Hua hurriedly invisible, left his room, took a step forward, and waited for him at the Altar of Ten Thousand Corpse.

In less than a cup of tea, Zhang Quan entered the altar.

Mo Hua still hid behind the altar and looked at him secretly.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Quan was sneaky and a little worried, he took out a bronze coffin nail from the storage bag.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he immediately figured it out.

"It turned out to be a coffin nail!"

This coffin nail is both a key and also contains a formation.

Normal coffin nails are used to seal coffins, but this coffin nail is used to open coffins.

Zhang Quan took out the coffin nails, measured them along the coffin lid, and searched three inches, nailed the coffin nails into the bronze coffin.

Then, on the bronze coffin, the breath flashed slightly.

Something seems to be opened.

Zhang Quan was overjoyed and immediately lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing the bronze coffin with a blood array inside.

Zhang Quan took out another dagger, cut his palm, and dripped the blood along the groove on the coffin.

When the blood trough was filled, Zhang Quan took out another corpse-controlling bell.

This corpse control bell is neither stone nor wood, neither copper nor iron, and is pitch black all over, with the same blood patterns as in the bronze coffin.

Zhang Quan shook the corpse control bell.

The sound was dull and weird, like a zombie whispering.

After shaking for a while, Zhang Quan fed the corpse with blood again, then shook the corpse control bell, and walked along the bronze coffin with strange steps.

Feed blood, rattle the bell, and reverse the cycle.

There are words in your mouth.

Although I couldn't quite understand the ink painting, based on my previous research and the knowledge of corpse refining that Lu Ming had asked about it, I could probably guess that this was a special corpse control technique in the corpse refining method.

Sure enough, I fed the blood seven times, shaking the bell seven times, and then traveled seven times.

A heartbeat sounded from the bronze coffin.

This is the heartbeat of the dead.

It is completely different from the heartbeat of a living person, evil and weird.

Just listening to the Mo Hua, I felt uncomfortable all over and my heart was a little suffocated.

Fortunately, the heart only beat slightly and stopped.

Zhang Quan was overjoyed.

He sealed the coffin again, took away the nails, looked around again, and made sure that there was no one around and no other traces left. Then he sneered and left the huge and empty altar.

But behind the altar, Mo Hua poked out his little head.

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Chapter completed!