Mo Hua uses his spiritual sense to communicate with the spiritual pivot formation and controls the corpse king. He instantly senses the body of the corpse king, but coexist but different, three dominant forces.

One is a corpse control method commonly used by corpse cultivation to control corpse bells as a matchmaker.

One is the core of the Lingshu evil formation, which is the evil formation corpse control method.

There is another one, which is the orthodox first-grade twelve-patterned spiritual method of the spiritual control of the eleven-patterned spiritual method set by Mo Hua himself.

These three forces form a horn and conflict with each other. In a short period of time, no one can fully control the corpse king.

The ink painting is a little disappointed.

He wanted to completely control the corpse king and control all the iron corpses. He directly colluded with Zhang Quan to kill Lu Chengyun, then turned around and slaughter Zhang Quan again.

If you use a knife to kill someone, you will have two lives.

But now the three powers are divided into control, and the Mo Hua is not sure. In a short period of time, it can overwhelm the corpse control bell and the Lingshu evil formation and completely dominate the corpse king.

But this was as expected by him.

Mo Hua did not forcefully activate the formation to control the corpse king.

If you fail to do this, if you can't kill Lu Chengyun, you will easily startle the snake and expose your methods left by the corpse king.

The Corpse King cannot control it, but the Iron Corpse can.

Like Lu Chengyun and the others, he began to indirectly control the Iron Corpse through the Corpse King.

There are twenty-four iron corpses in the altar.

Zhang Quan ruled eleven, and Lu Chengyun ruled thirteen.

Mo Hua used the spiritual pivot formation on the heart vein of the Corpse King to sneak into his hands, and each of them transformed a part of the iron corpse dominated by Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun, and put it into his own hands.

The methods of ink painting are obscure.

Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan were fighting to the death again, so they did not realize that some of their iron corpses had "betrayed".

Under the altar, in the formation of ten thousand corpses.

Lu Chengyun took the upper hand and defeated Zhang Quan step by step.

Zhang Quan struggled to support him, his injuries became worse and worse, and the iron corpse he controlled also showed signs of decline.

Lu Chengyun sneered and began to control the iron corpse, and besieged Zhang Quan with him, and was bound to kill Zhang Quan to prevent future troubles!

Zhang Quan must die!

In this world, the only one who can control the corpse king is himself!

In Lu Chengyun's eyes, the cold light was soaring and the sword light was so powerful.

After Zhang Quan's corpse was transformed into a copper-skinned iron bone, he barely blocked several swords, but was still penetrated by a sword through his left shoulder. When he was in pain, he revealed his flaws. He was hit by an iron corpse and threw it to the ground with one punch.

Lu Chengyun pointed at a distance, controlled the iron corpse, and rushed towards Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan struggled to get up, but it was too late, so he could only barely ring the bell and call a few iron corpses to protect himself.

But he was in poverty and was seriously injured. He only summoned four iron corpses, which could not stop the more than ten iron corpses under Lu Chengyun.

There was murderous intent in Lu Chengyun's calm eyes.

The iron corpse under his command, with a bloodthirsty intention, went straight to Zhang Quan.

Several of them were stopped by Zhang Quan's iron corpse and bitten together. The rest rushed to Zhang Quan's front, with a ferocious face and opened his bloody mouth towards him.

"To die!"

Zhang Quanxin was in a state of rupture.

When he was about to die, he tried his best, swung his palm, knocked off one iron corpse, and then turned over and kicked another iron corpse away.

But several other iron corpses had already rushed to him, grabbed his limbs, and their long sharp claws were embedded in their limbs and flesh, grasping him tightly.

Another iron corpse, with its claws soaring, the corpse poison was so evil that it took Zhang Quan's heart vein.

If you penetrate this claw and your heart veins pierce, you will surely die!

Zhang Quan's eyes were so angry that he was in a state of pain, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could do nothing.

Just when he was inexplicably frightened, the sharp claws of the iron corpse that had only taken his life suddenly stopped.

The sharp claws were nowhere close to his chest.

He could even feel the sharp, cold, and stale intention of death.

Zhang Quan was stunned.

Lu Chengyun was also stunned.

What's going on?

Out of control?

Zhang Quan was still alive after the disaster, and he was shocked. Only then did he realize that the iron corpse in front of him, the few iron corpses nearby could not stop.

Although for some reason, Zhang Quan felt relieved. He immediately stood up, took a few big steps, and left the iron corpse.

Lu Chengyun frowned.

With a divine thought, he began to control the iron corpse again.

This time the iron corpse was still moving according to his thoughts, and there was nothing unusual.

"What's going on..."

Control conflict, or is there any errors in the formation?

Lu Chengyun couldn't figure it out, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart. It was urgent to kill Zhang Quan first.

Lu Chengyun controlled the iron corpse again and began to surround Zhang Quan.

But what happened next was still beyond his expectations.

Whenever the iron corpse wants to take Zhang Quan's life, it will always be delayed for a moment, allowing Zhang Quan to escape.

After several times, Zhang Quan also reacted.

These iron corpses are merciless under their hands!

Why?

Why do you save your life whenever you fall into a desperate situation?

Zhang Quan frowned and pondered, and suddenly realized.

He understood!

There is only one reason why the iron corpse will save his life at the critical moment:

It's the ancestor!

In the dark, my ancestors are helping me!

Zhang Quan changed his mind quickly.

This corpse king was cultivated by the bronze coffin of the Zhangjiazhen clan and the ancestral method of corpse refining by the Zhangjia family.

Now Lu Chengyun wants to kill him, the Zhang family descendant, with the Zhang family.

The ancestor was in the sky and couldn't stand it, so he helped him and left a trace of incense to the Zhang family when his life was hanging in a thread.

Zhang Quan was very grateful, and immediately knelt down to the sky, kowtowed a few times, and said loudly:

"Public grandson Zhang Quan, thank our ancestor!"

This kneeling made the ink painting confused.

He thought for a moment, and after he recalled it, he couldn't help but complain:

You should not thank your ancestors, you should thank you "little" ancestors.

Seeing this, Lu Chengyun also looked afraid and felt a little anxious:

The Zhang family is worthy of being a corpse-refining family, and they can still use such incredible means to control iron corpses by borrowing their ancestors.

He hasn't heard it before!

Since that's the case, Zhang Quan is even more insecure!

Lu Chengyun raised his thin sword in his hand, and the sword light was like water, sprinkled like a curtain, and his spiritual power was fierce and he rushed towards Zhang Quan again.

Although Zhang Quan still retreated repeatedly, he was very energetic.

"Our ancestors are helping me! I will never die!"

Sure enough, his "ancestor" protected him in the sky.

Whenever his life is hanging on the line and he is about to die, the iron corpse who kills him will "be sick" and stagnate on the spot for a while.

Zhang Quan's face was even more happy.

Lu Chengyun was a little anxious and was even more afraid of Zhang Quan's "ancestor".

Instead of relying on the iron corpse, he used his own Taoist techniques and the best sword weapon in his hand to waste Zhang Quan bit by bit, wanting to kill Zhang Quan!
To be continued...