It's a formation.

Although Mo Hua's hands and feet were shackled, Mr. Pi prepared the formation in advance to ensure nothing went wrong.

Moreover, this formation was born out of the earth formation inheritance and is very obscure. Ordinary monks, even ordinary formation masters, cannot detect it at all.

Mo Hua was trapped by the formation and his face turned pale.

Mr. Pi sneered, "Are you going to run away again?"

The ink painting looks like a deer trapped in a trap, with frightened eyes and a frightened look on his face as he asks Mr. Pi:

"Senior, you and I have no grievances, so why do you have to kill me?"

Seeing that Mo Hua was trapped by his formation and had no chance of survival, Mr. Pi smiled lightly, walked forward slowly, and said:

"In my life, I have traveled all over the country and met many monks. I only took a glance and knew that you, my little friend, are special."

"At first, I only thought that you were highly talented and had a great understanding of formations. But just now you pointed out the mistakes in my formations. This is enough to prove that you have learned a lot from me and have a very profound knowledge of formations."

Mo Hua felt guilty and said: "I am lucky..."

Mr. Pi shook his head, "This is a formation. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't, you can't. There is no such thing as luck. In the formation method, even if someone is lucky, it is based on strength. Without strength,

Just having luck is of no use."

"I'm not wrong, you are a formation genius." Mr. Pi said firmly.

"Even if I am a formation genius," Mo Hua said anxiously, "then you don't have to kill me... As a formation senior, shouldn't you cherish your talents?"

Mr. Pi smiled and said, "Boy, have you lost your mind? We have no relatives and no connection. No matter how talented you are, what does it have to do with me?"

"Aren't you really so naive that just because you have great talent, everyone you meet will cherish your talent and teach you the formation?"

"This is the world of cultivation. People's hearts are greedy and self-interested. No one will treat you well without any reason."

"It's simply too tender..."

Mo Hua seemed to have his thoughts revealed by him, his face became paler and his eyes were a little "desperate".

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Mr. Pi felt a little compassion.

Such a handsome young man, such an excellent formation seedling, was going to die in his own hands today.

"Boy, before I die, I will teach you something so that you will understand it before you die."

Mr. Pi held the poisoned dagger, stepped closer to the ink painting, and said with a gloomy smile:

"As an formation master walking in the world of cultivation, you must remember: no matter what you do, it is best to have only one formation master in the group."

"And it's best for this formation master to be yourself."

"You are the only formation master, and others dare not easily silence you."

"And because you are the only formation master, only you understand the formation. No matter what you do or say, whether it is right or wrong, only you know."

"You want to kill people, deceive people, take advantage of others, everything is up to you."

"This is the experience I have gained over hundreds of years in the cultivation world, working with all kinds of monks, licking blood with the tip of a knife, and grabbing food from the tiger's mouth."

"Your formation is too good, I can't keep you, so you can only die."

"Remember, if there is a next life, you must remember this..."

Mr. Pi poured spiritual power into the dagger, and the edge of the dagger shone with a dark green and deadly light.

Under Mo Hua's fearful and desperate eyes, Mr. Pi had a cruel smile on his face and stabbed the dagger into the chest of this formation genius with ease.

He is very skilled in this set of moves.

And obliterating the formation genius also gave him, a shady old formation master, a dark pleasure.

But within a moment, the ferocious smile on Mr. Pi's face suddenly solidified.

His dagger pierced Mo Hua's chest, but no blood flowed out, only a mist of water.

On Mo Hua's face, there was no longer fear or despair. Instead, he smiled strangely at Mr. Pi.

This smile immediately gave Mr. Pi goosebumps.

"not good!"

Mr. Pi's eyes widened and he turned around immediately, but as soon as he turned his head halfway, a trace of fire appeared in the corner of his eyes.

This ray of fire is different from ordinary flames.

It is deep, strange, and full of violent spiritual power. Just the faint coercion it exudes makes Mr. Pi's hair stand on end.

What is this...

Mr. Pi still wanted to struggle, but at this moment, he had no chance to react at all. The burning pain in his back was already felt.

The flames were devouring his flesh and blood.

At the same time, a kind voice came: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance. There can only be one formation master in a group. I have learned it."

Mr. Pi's heart skipped a beat.

At that moment, he had only one last thought:

"Damn, the boat capsized. I hunted geese all day long and got pecked in the eye..."

The next moment, the flames exploded, raging like a condensed flame dragon, breaking through Mr. Pi's back, burning his internal organs, drying up his blood, running through his entire chest, and drawing a line of blood and blood in the air.

The flames of fire roared out.

Small meteorite technique!

When the fire was gone, Mr. Pi slowly knelt on the ground, his internal organs were burned to ashes, and there was no trace of life left.

Mr. Pi is dead.

Now among this group of people, there is only one formation master left.

And this formation master is naturally an ink painting.

After killing Mr. Pi, Mo Hua turned his head and looked aside.

Shen Qingsheng on the side had woken up at some point, and he didn't know what he saw. He was sitting on the ground with a look of horror and disbelief.

Mo Hua looked indifferent, made a silencing gesture towards him, and warned:

"You haven't seen anything. If you dare to say anything, I'll kill you."

Shen Qingsheng felt a chill in his heart, couldn't help but shuddered, and said in disbelief:

"What on earth is this ink painting..."

Mo Hua ignored him and was thinking of ways to deal with the aftermath.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Hua took out Mr. Pi's storage bag and some other potentially useful things on his body and put them into himself.

After that, Mo Hua searched around the area and finally found a mechanism in a corridor. This mechanism was used to kill people. The whole structure was a huge stone mill, which would directly crush the person entering the tomb to death.

When he came in, Mr. Pi noticed that he was coming to this institution and deliberately avoided it.

But now that he is dead, there is no way to avoid it.

Mo Hua dragged Mr. Pi's body over and placed it on the machine's card slot.

In an instant, the mechanism was activated, and the card slot shook suddenly, shaking Mr. Pi's body into the air.

There was a whistling sound in the distance, and three Firebolts shot through the air with great force, nailing Mr. Pi's body deeply, and then flew to the end of the passage together with the Firebolts.

At the end was a stone grinder, which worked up and down, directly grinding Mr. Pi's body into meat patties. The blood exploded and stained the stone grinder red.

Mo Hua quickly covered his eyes and cursed in his heart:

"I don't know who designed this cemetery. It's too cruel..."

It was so cruel that he didn't even dare to look at it.

However, Mr. Pi was a tomb robber. He disturbed the peace of the deceased, stole so many tombs, and finally died in the cemetery.

Mo Hua nodded, then returned the same way and came to the tomb door.

Shen Qingsheng looked at the figure painted in ink as if looking at a devil.

Mo Hua glanced at him, and Shen Qingsheng's face turned pale instantly. He curled up on the ground with his head in his arms, not daring to look at Mo Hua again.

Only then was Mo Hua satisfied, and then he put on the second-grade shackles that he had untied, and carefully completed all the formation patterns on the shackles.

Then he sat down cross-legged and began to look through Mr. Pi's storage bag.

He had wanted to get Mr. Pi's storage bag for a long time, but he didn't expect that he would get it so quickly.

This is also because Mr. Pi is too cautious and impatient.

Mo Hua shook his head and continued to flip through the storage bag.

In the storage bag, in addition to spiritual stones, obstacle-preventing pills, evil-preventing pills, evil-preventing pills, and other elixirs commonly used in tombs, most of them are inherited items from the formation master.

For example, compasses, jade slips, formation books, formation diagrams, etc...

After flipping through the ink paintings for a while, my heart was suddenly shocked.
To be continued...