Mo Huahaosui is a formation master, and he figured out this path.

If they don’t believe in ink paintings, then they can only deceive themselves.

If you fool yourself, it will obviously be even less reliable.

"Okay." Hui Erye said.

So everyone walked towards the branch road pointed by Mo Hua.

After entering the fork in the road, the atmosphere suddenly changed. The stone walls became stronger, with various prison pictures carved on them, and the atmosphere became more solemn and solemn.

People are also more cautious.

Surprisingly, there are no traps in the tomb passage, and the journey is surprisingly safe.

Just like this, I walked all the way to the end, and there was a bare stone wall in front of me, with no other way out.

Second Master Hui stepped forward, knocked on the stone wall, and then punched it.

The formation lit up and then shattered.

Second Master Hui's fist penetrated the stone wall, but there was no other way behind the stone wall, only the bottomless mountain.

"It's a dead end." Mr. Hui turned around and said.

Then everyone turned their attention to the ink painting.

Mo Hua touched his chin and muttered: "How could it be a dead end? Did I miscalculate?"

"What to do now?"

"I'll take another look—·

Then Mo Hua checked around again and found that although the formation here was correct, behind the formation, there was indeed a thick mountain, which was a dead end.

"Every man makes mistakes, and a horse makes mistakes."

Mo Hua said calmly, not feeling embarrassed at all because he had made a wrong calculation.

Hui Erye and others can't do anything to him.

After all, the "professional" Mr. Pi is dead.

Ink paintings have been put on the shelves in a hurry, so it’s good to be able to count this.

"Turn back." Hui Erye said.

So everyone spent some time, returned the same way, and stood at the fork in the road again.

"Which way to go this time?"

Mo Hua re-deduce the tomb experience according to Mr. Pi's. But after repeated calculations, he still found that his calculation was correct.

When Mr. Pi Erye saw that the ink painting was taking a long time, he guessed that there was something wrong with the formation deduction of the ink painting and it was no longer effective, so he gradually lost his patience.

"There is no way to delay it like this. Let's take the middle road and see."

"If you can't go through it, go back and choose another one. There are five paths in total. Even if you try each one, there will be no problem."

Second Master Hui continued, "Gushan City is a third-level realm. Our group has seven golden elixirs, so we can handle it even if we encounter some dangers."

There is nothing to say about ink paintings.

If it were the Five Elements or Bagua formations, he would have absolute confidence.

But most of the ones used in the tombs were ground formations. He didn't know much about them, and he had to learn and use them now, so he was not sure whether he had made a mistake in his calculations.

Since he wasn't sure about the formation, he could only let Mr. Hui, a "senior" tomb robber, make the decision.

So Mr. Hui led the way, and everyone walked towards the tomb passage in the middle.

Ink painting is a bit more leisurely.

Because there is no need to lead the way, there is no need to be at the front.

Mo Hua then chose a safe position and blended in with the crowd, ensuring that when danger came from all directions, there would be someone to act as his "shield".

The appearance of the middle tomb passage is almost the same as the rightmost fork in the ink painting.

But as I walked, dense firelight suddenly lit up in the darkness.

An unknown number of sharp crossbow arrows condensed into substantial flames, like fire rain, and shot directly at Mr. Hui at the front.

This fire crossbow is extremely fast,

Second Master Hui couldn't avoid it, so he immediately folded his arms and unfolded an earth shield to protect himself.

The dense rain of fire hit the shield. For a moment, the spiritual energy surged and the fire light danced, making it extremely dazzling in the dark tomb.

Not only Hui Erye, but others were also affected.

The scorching rain of fire surged forward, killing others as well.

A layer of earth and stone condensed on the stone, and the mouse dodged strangely. The men in black also used their own methods to resist the continuous fire.

This is the third grade fire rain, very powerful.

Mo Hua had already sensed this and knew he couldn't resist, so he hid behind the two tall black-robed monks.

The two black-robed monks remained motionless in the fire and rain, like two hills.

When the fire and rain stopped and the smoke dissipated, the ink painting poked its head out.

In front of the corridor, Mr. Hui and the others who had been hit by the fire rain looked a little embarrassed.

The four black-robed monks also had some spots burned on their robes.

Second Master Hui withdrew his earthen shield and took a deep breath. It was obvious that it was not easy to deal with the fire and rain.

But on his face, he was not surprised but happy, "With the tomb passage mechanism, the road is right."

Second Master Hui turned around and warned, "Everyone, be careful and keep moving forward."

After that, everyone continued to move forward.

Along the way, they encountered poisonous gas, quicksand, stone burials, water miasma, knife array and other killing situations one after another.

These cemetery traps are of various kinds, and they look extremely dangerous, vicious and vicious, making them difficult to guard against.

But Mr. Hui and the others are veterans.

Cemetery institutions are commonplace for tomb robbers like them.

Therefore, if you are cautious, you can cope with it, but you will inevitably be a little nervous.

After walking like this for a while, experiencing various mechanisms, Mr. Hui frowned and said:

"It's strange. There is nothing strange about the floor under your feet. How are these mechanisms triggered?"

Mr. Hui doesn't understand, but Mo Hua knows.

The mechanism in this tomb tunnel cooperates with the ground array and is controlled by the "induction" of the ground array. As long as someone walks by, it will be triggered.

This breaks away from the general scope of graveyard mechanics and involves more advanced ground formation usage.

It's not surprising that Mr. Hui doesn't know.

And on the premise of understanding the formation, it is actually not difficult to disarm these mechanisms.

But Mo Hua didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything.

The formation master must be able to hide secrets.

He is the only one who understands the formation, so no matter what he does or says, what is right or wrong, only he knows.

If you want to kill people, if you want to trick people, if you want to take advantage of others, you can do whatever you want.

This was what Mr. Pi taught him not long ago.

Mr. Pi has been in the spiritual world for so many years and has rich experience.

Mo Hua thinks he is right.

Moreover, Mo Hua was also very curious and wanted to see what the mechanisms in the tombs were, so that he could be mentally prepared if he encountered these killing moves alone in the future.

In this way, everyone triggered the mechanism and walked deeper into the tomb passage.

But after walking for a long time, we still couldn't see the end of the tomb passage.

Moreover, the deeper you go, the narrower the tomb passage becomes, and the more forked paths there are. As you walk along, when you look back, you will have no idea where you are.

Second Master Hui had to stop, paused and said in a deep voice:

"That's not right—this path is not right either.

"Then what should we do now?" Mouse asked.

"go back?"

The black-robed young man looked around, frowned and said, "There are so many side roads, how do you get back?"

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then unanimously looked at the ink painting.

After all, among everyone, there was only one formation master, Mo Hua.
To be continued...