He controlled the corpse all night, and his divine consciousness was a little consumed and he was a little tired. At this time, the matter was resolved and he slept with a full sleep.

When Mo Hua woke up, he found that Yang Jishan had been waiting for him outside for a long time.

Unlike ink painting, Yang Jishan did not dare to sleep at all.

As soon as he lay down, he remembered the terrible evil spirits, the powerful corpse king, the hideous corpse group, the broken sunset gun, and the Taoist soldiers and monks who died in the mouths of zombies.

Thinking of the mastermind behind the nourishing evil spirits.

I remember the ink painting that seems simple but cannot be seen at all.

I remembered the shocking scene when the Corpse King knelt down on the grave.

I remembered again that now thousands of zombies are still dominated by ink paintings...

His head was incredibly painful.

My head is also in a mess.

Yang Jishan's face turned pale, his breath was weak, and his eyes were still a little deep.

The ink painting was the opposite. After a night of sleep, he was full of energy, his eyes were glowing, and even his cheeks were round.

"Uncle Yang, is there anything wrong?"

Mo Hua asked curiously when she saw Yang Jishan.

How could it be fine!

Yang Jishan felt bitter, but he didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Is it the zombies?" Mo Hua asked again.

Yang Jishan nodded, finally gritted his teeth and asked nervously: "What are you planning to do?"

Mo Hua thought about it and didn't say anything.

Yang Jishan pretended to be calm, but his heart was in his throat.

A corpse king, dozens of iron corpses, and tens of thousands of walking corpses.

What a powerful combat power to form a corpse soldier!

He was afraid that ink painting would make some excessive demands.

Or maybe you simply hold the "corpse" and respect yourself, go astray, and become a complete little devil.

Yang Jishan was worried.

At this moment, Mo Hua asked, "Uncle Yang, like Dao Ting, how did he deal with this kind of corpse disaster?"

Yang Jishan was stunned, thought for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Daoting deals with corpses and disasters, usually the culprit of killing."

"The corpse cultivator who practices zombies and refines zombies is the first to be attacked and will be arrested and punished. If there is any resistance, it will be killed."

"If you capture alive, you will be sentenced to Taoist prison and sentenced to death according to your crime. The lightest is to exile in the Southern Desert and be used as cannon fodder for war. In addition, most of them are death sentences, but the methods of death vary."

"The heavier the sin, the slower the death, the more painful it is."

"All zombies except the corpse cultivator will be burned."

"Because zombies are not dead and carry corpse poison, once they are contaminated with blood and the corpse energy changes, they will still get up and kill people and eat people. The corpse poison spreads, which is also extremely harmful..."

"In addition, all the evil weapons and evil formations that refine corpses will be destroyed."

"The monk who shelters the corpse cultivator, indulges the corpse refining, and assists the corpse refining, and commits the same crime as the corpse cultivator..."

...

Yang Jishan said in detail to Mo Hua.

After listening to it, Mo Hua pondered: "In other words, these zombies will be burned, right?"

Yang Jishan was a little nervous and nodded slightly:

"Yes……"

"I understand." Mo Hua nodded, "Then do it."

Yang Jishan was stunned, "Does it burn?"

"yes."

Yang Jishan was a little unbelievable, "Did the iron corpse and the corpse king be burned?"

The ink painting is a bit inexplicable, "What if it is?"

Yang Jishan was shocked, but he couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Don't you want to keep it?"

Mo Hua shook her head, "It's all harmful things. What should I keep them? And it's very harmful. The corpse king is easily out of control, so it's natural to burn it. Eliminate all evil things and end it all..."

Yang Jishan opened his mouth, and was so moved that he almost cried.

What a child who understands justice!

He had thought that Mo Hua would be selfish, so he was uneasy. It turned out that he had a small situation.

"But..." Mo Hua said again.

Yang Jishan's heart skipped a beat again.

Generally speaking, after "but", there will be no good things...

His mood became nervous again.

"I have something to do, I want these zombies to do it." Mo Hua said.

Yang Jishan felt a little cold, but he still asked in a deep voice:

"What's up?"

Mo Hua said: "I want to manipulate these zombies and build a mine."

"Mine?" Yang Jishan frowned.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "Build a mine..."

"The one who suffered the most from this corpse tide was actually the mine repairs in Nanyue City."

"They have been living a very hard time. They have to spend money on their own. They have to live a hard life. After they die, they will be transformed into zombies, helping the evil and dying with their eyes open."

"When alive, be exploited, and after death, you will be enslaved..."

"After this corpse tide, the mine collapsed on a large scale. The mine inside was damaged, the formation was heavy, and the corpse qi was growing, and evil was growing, so it could no longer be used."

"If you can't mine, the casual cultivators in Nanyue City will lose their livelihood."

"If they leave like this, they will not be able to survive."

"So I want to build a larger mine, connect several mines, build a more complete array, strengthen the mountains, remove corpse gas, remove evil and filth, and try to increase mine output..."

"Let the casual cultivators in Nanyue City have a stable place to make a living, without risking their lives, and be worried. They will not be buried in the mine due to accidents, leaving orphans and widows, and are left alone and helpless..."

"It just takes a lot of material and manpower."

"I have a way to do material resources, but the manpower is relatively limited."

"Because of building a new mine and connecting mines, it is inevitable to encounter monsters in the deep mountains, or to absorb dirty air and foul air from the deep mine, which is also very dangerous."

"If the monks in the Qi Refining Stage cannot do these things, they will be in danger of their lives."

"But the zombies can do it."

"Most of these zombies were mine repairs in Nanyue City during their lifetime..."

"There may also be their parents, relatives, or friends who are familiar with each other in the city."

"I want them to create another blessing for their living relatives, friends, descendants before their true mortality is gone..."

Yang Jishan was shocked.

He couldn't help but look at the ink painting and saw that his eyes were as clear as water.

The golden sunlight shines through the big tree and spreads on him.

Yang Jishan took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and saluted Mo Hua solemnly.

...

What happened next was carried out according to the plan of ink painting.

These zombies are to be burned.

The Corpse King is the deceased of the evil deeds. He has three masters and even a criminal record of devouring the master. Although the ultimate master is himself, Mo Hua does not intend to keep it.

Otherwise, it will be a disaster sooner or later.

Other iron corpses and walking corpses will naturally be burned.

To burn zombies, a corpse burning array is required.
To be continued...